The Legend of Zelda: SeVIIenth Fantasy

Alright, before we get started, i just wanna let you all know that Im writing this for ME, not for YOU, so I couldn't care less whether or not you guys are in favor of a Zelda/FF7 crossover, but you know what? I like the idea, it has premise. Also, this story is named after an rpg game I'm making, with a slightly altered storyline.

The Legend of Zelda: SeVIIenth Fantasy Chapter One

Link looked up. In all his journeys through Hyrule, he had never seen anything quite like what he was seeing now. He had traveled through time and space, defeated an evil King and saved another world from an ancient evil, but what he saw in the sky just now freaked the hell out of him...

Another world, one unlike he had ever traveled to before stood mirrored up in the sky, replacing the dark-blue night pallet that normally sat up there. Flashing lights, moving trains, buildings as tall as mountains, all upside-down as if a reflection in the water...was Hyrule the same thing to them? Suppose the people of this world saw the grassy fields and castle-towns of Link's world in their sky? Or perhaps their water? It was all just a reflection...

He ran. Fast. Faster that he had ever moved without Epona there to aide him. He needed cover. Surely his blade, The Master Sword, couldn't fight off an entire reflection...with it he barely even managed to dent Ganondorf's armor during the legendary showdown three years ago...but nobody cared for that anymore. They were all too busy with their newfound hero: a travelling man who introduced steamwork and engineering to the kingdom...everybody was too busy building the locomotive railway and getting used to mass-manufacturing their goods, Link had no real purpose to the community. Guns forced their way into the homes of people and swords were becomming less and less useful...But not for Link...the cold blade he held in his hand was all he ever needed, and all he ever would need to defeat evil. But this...the falling sky...he almost wished steam could save the world from a reflection of another world crashing into Hyrule, because that's what was about to happen...reflections would collide.

Reflections fade, that's just the way things are. But not this one. No...This one was different. An entire world can't just fade from the sky. That's why it was falling.

Link kept close to his sword, ready at fighting stance. Like it could do anything against rock, steel and wood...but it was all he had. Others ran past him, blindly pushing their way through each other in search of a hiding place, but without luck, there just wasn't any. Barns and Windmills were filled to the brim with spare parts for the steam-equipment...

A fine ironic end, Link pondered, They flocked to the machines when they came, and now they have no place to take shelter. Bunch of ignorant fools.

Link hadn't always acted with such blatant hostility toward those he saved. Not until he lost Midna. The empty void in his hear caused by her departure into twilight quickly filled itself, for Link realized that nobody cared. They looked for him only when they needed saving, and treated him poorly in times of peace. Yet he still put his life on the line, constantly breaking his own spirit to brace theirs. Such is the life of a hero.

He looked up, in all his apathy. It would be simply and merely minutes before the two worlds collapsed onto each other, and the fate of Hyrule would ultimately change for the worse, forever.

In the distance he heard music. He looked over his shoulder, and saw a young boy playing an Ocarina.

Useless tool of amusement, He thought. But he couldn't help but envy the child. At that very moment, Link was feeling burdened with the troubles, fears, secrets, and crimes of thousands of beings, while that kid sat there, carefully awaiting his fate. If only Link had that childs courage...

He sheathed his sword, ran up to the top of the hill outside his new home. Monel was so small compared to the other cities of their world, housing only 800 people, instead of the average 2000, yet it was still a city. It had a central hub, the Mayor's Office. It also had a seaport, but ships hadn't docked there in months, possibly due to the formation of some black-market gang that mysteriously appeared months before.

The gang wore strange clothes...no tunics or shirts, but rather jackets...all black...and they didn't carry swords, but rather metal rods...Turks...