In the land of Hyrule, beneath the watchful gaze of the Triforce—a symbol representing wisdom, power, and courage—time flowed peacefully, unaffected by the legends of old. Generations had come and gone since the last Hero had arisen to save the realm, and the people of Hyrule reveled in an era of tranquility.

Yet, as the ancient saying went, legends had a way of returning when they were needed most.

In the heart of the Lost Woods, near the edge of a dense forest, the cry of a newborn baby pierced the stillness of the night. This infant, with tufts of fiery red hair amid a sea of blonde locks, was a peculiar sight in a world where golden tresses were the norm.

But this child was more than peculiar; this child was blessed with a destiny that transcended the ordinary. Within this infant resided the soul of a hero—a hero of justice, honor, and unwavering resolve. The moon bathed the scene in its silver light, casting an otherworldly glow upon the child's golden eyes, which shone like twin beacons of hope.

Deep within the ancient woods, far removed from any village or civilization, the newborn's cries went unnoticed by the world beyond. It was almost as if fate itself had chosen this remote and mystical place for the birth of a hero.

The Lost Woods held many secrets, whispered by the rustling leaves and elusive paths that challenged even the most seasoned travelers. This was a place where mystical creatures dwelled, and where the forest itself seemed to come alive with magic and ancient wisdom.

As the infant's cries echoed through the ancient trees, a woman with golden eyes and flowing blonde hair cradled her newborn child. Her voice, soft and soothing, wove a haunting lullaby that mingled with the melodies of the forest. The mother, though exhausted and wounded, sang with a tenderness that transcended her own pain.

"Shhh, quiet down now, little Shirou… shhh..." she sang, her voice a gentle caress that soothed both her child and the restless spirits of the woods. The lullaby seemed to harmonize with the whispering leaves, creating a symphony of comfort that enveloped the child.

After what felt like an eternity, the baby's cries faded, giving way to the peaceful embrace of sleep. Little Shirou, with his golden eyes now closed, drifted into dreams unknown to him.

Tired and emotionally spent, the mother leaned against the gnarled trunk of a crooked tree in the heart of the Lost Woods. Her face, etched with exhaustion and concern, held a flicker of relief, knowing that her child was at peace, if only for a while.

But beneath the veneer of calm, the mother's heart ached with worry. The unforgiving wilderness of the Lost Woods was no place for a child, even one with the soul of a hero. The forest was known to warp the minds of those who ventured within, leading them astray into realms of eternal bewilderment. Many had entered and never returned.

Her thoughts turned to the journey that had brought her here—a journey guided by ancient prophecies and whispers of destiny. She had given birth to a child who was not just her own, but also the vessel of a hero's soul—a soul forged in the crucible of justice and honor.

As she gazed upon her slumbering child, her tears flowed freely, a testament to her determination. She couldn't bear the thought of her precious child facing the perils of this enigmatic forest alone. Her tears, now shed with newfound resolve, marked a solemn oath: she would do whatever it took to ensure that little Shirou would survive and fulfill his destiny as the Hero of Two Worlds.

With renewed purpose, the mother cradled her child close and whispered promises of love and protection. In the heart of the Lost Woods, under the watchful gaze of the Triforce in the night sky, a new legend had begun—a legend destined to echo through the ages as the hero's journey unfolded.

In the fullness of time, the moon dipped low in the sky, and the mother steeled herself for the path ahead. She knew that she could not linger in this perilous part of the woods for long. The whispering trees and ever-shifting paths were a constant reminder of the dangers that lurked here.

Summoning her determination, she ventured deeper into the heart of the forest, her steps guided by unwavering faith in her child's destiny. Her journey led her through an ancient grove, where towering trees twisted and spiraled, as if reaching out to touch the heavens. The ethereal light of fireflies danced around her, casting a mystical aura upon her path.

Finally, she arrived at a place of profound significance—a sacred clearing where the Great Deku Tree resided. The Great Deku Tree, ancient and wise, was a guardian of the forest, a living embodiment of the wisdom that flowed through the woods. It was said that the Deku Tree held knowledge of the realm's deepest secrets and possessed the ability to peer into the hearts of those who sought its counsel.

Yet, this encounter was unlike any before it. The woman approached the colossal tree and, with a deep breath, laid little Shirou at the base of the Great Deku Tree's colossal roots. Her words, filled with hope and trepidation, flowed like a prayer into the night.

"Oh, Great Deku Tree, I beseech you to watch over my child. He carries the soul of a hero, and a destiny that extends beyond the boundaries of this forest. Please, grant him your protection and guidance as he embarks on a path that will unite two worlds and confront a darkness that threatens all of existence."

The Great Deku Tree, its eyes glowing with ancient wisdom, surveyed the child and the mother with a solemn gaze. A gentle breeze rustled through the leaves, as if the forest itself acknowledged the weight of her request.

In that moment, the mother felt a profound sense of assurance. She knew that her child was now under the watchful care of a powerful guardian, and that their journey had only just begun. With one final, lingering look at Shirou, she turned and retraced her steps through the enigmatic woods. Her heart was filled with hope, and the promise of a future yet unwritten.

Shirou awoke to a world of vibrant greenery, surrounded by the towering branches and rustling leaves of the Lost Woods. He was no longer a helpless infant

but a 10-year-old boy, his fiery red hair and golden eyes a testament to his uniqueness. His memories were a fragmented mosaic, elusive pieces of a past that refused to fully reveal itself.

As he rose from his bed, the familiar routine of his life in the forest began anew. He prepared a simple breakfast, the skills of survival in the woods ingrained in him from a young age. His trusty bow and a quiver of arrows were retrieved from their resting place, silent witnesses to the passing years.

Shirou had grown up amidst the Koroks, enigmatic forest spirits visible only to the purest of hearts. From his earliest days, they had been his companions and guardians, teaching him the secrets of the woods and nurturing his connection to nature.

The Great Deku Tree, a constant presence in his life, had become both his surrogate parent and his wellspring of knowledge. Under the tree's tutelage, Shirou had learned the language of the forest, the intricate interactions of its inhabitants, and the ancient legends of Hyrule. Most importantly, the Great Deku Tree had honed Shirou's unique abilities—a form of projection magic that allowed him to materialize weapons from distant worlds.

But despite the wisdom imparted to him and the years spent in the heart of the forest, Shirou carried a deep longing within him. He yearned to unlock the mysteries of his past, to understand the identity of the mother who had sung him that fateful lullaby in the darkest depths of the Lost Woods.

"Great Deku Tree," Shirou finally spoke, his voice tinged with both curiosity and a yearning for answers, "do you believe my mother is watching over me from some distant place?"

The Great Deku Tree's branches rustled, its ancient voice filled with reassurance. "Young Shirou, your mother was a courageous and loving soul who entrusted you to my care. She held unwavering faith in your destiny, as do I. She now dwells in a realm beyond our reach, where she can watch over you and offer guidance from afar."

Shirou nodded, the comforting words washing over him like a gentle stream. Although he longed to unlock the memories of his past and to gaze upon the face of the mother who had once cradled him, he understood that he was not alone. The Great Deku Tree had been his constant companion and mentor, its wisdom a guiding beacon in his life.

With newfound determination, Shirou set forth, ready to confront the challenges that awaited him. He might not remember the intricacies of his previous life, but he bore within him the indomitable spirit of a hero—a spirit destined to bridge two worlds and confront the encroaching darkness. His journey was only in its nascent stages, and the Lost Woods held myriad enigmas waiting to be unraveled.

As the moon cast its silvery glow upon the forest, Shirou prepared for another day of exploration and discovery, trusting in the guidance of the Great Deku Tree and the promises of his mother from a realm beyond. His path was destined to be extraordinary, a testament to the enduring power of courage, honor, and the bonds that transcend worlds.

This story is currently a one shot, also the fact I'm a new writer too so yeah... welp if this gets some reviews saying they wanna see more sure I might consider continuing this.