Ever wonder how the Master Sword, the blade that protects and wards off all evil, was taken from the Temple of Time and put into Hyrule Castle's basement? After a little bit of thinking...ive come up with my own story that goes like this...(I will just write it as a fan fic/theory since I have this written down)

Not long ago...in a forgotten land, where water and dust lay ruin to an ancient and beloved kingdom, there was a great king with great power know as Daphnes Nohanson Hyrule. He ruled his kingdom with importance and prestige, for it was the greatest land and most prosperous land of its time....but soon...another king appeared...a dark king...a king of power, conquest, evil, and vengeance...he sought to rule the kingdom as his own, but it wasnt until after he had what he wanted that his fate had been decided. A seemingly timid and quiet kokiri boy, who was none other than a hero of fates put an end to the kings testament. After a valiant quest, the young man stepped forward and cast his evil aside with the sword of legend, the blade of evil's bane...the Master Sword... The king was cast into the forgotten realm...a place of lonliness and solitude where he would remain for eternity...or so the people of the land aspired to attain...

The blade was returned to its rightful holding place among an ancient temple and sealed there, for it was thought that its power would never have be trusted upon again. Soon the kokiri boy set out to find a lost comrad of his, so he took to his steed and set on a journey never to return...the land he remained in seperated him from the elements that made him a hero back in his homeland...which brought another age of darkness to an unknowing land...the blade of evils bain had lost its power...the power that made it evil's worst enemy...it was seperated from its wielder of courage, and if there was no force to be reckoned within the blade...the seal that it acted as would no longer function...and the key it once was would be broken. The people of the land began to panic as they knew of this malicious turn of tides, so they sought refuge to their king to bring the seal back before it was too late...

The king appealed to the gods for help, and help they did. They ordered him to seek out 2 sages, a kokiro and a zora, that would infuse their power with the blade once again. They allowed him a magical conducting instrument called the Wind Waker, as its magical tunes and rythms would be necessary for the prayers to return power to the blade. The king ordered the sword to be removed at once from its holding place in the temple it lay in, and immediately moved to the sacred chamber of his castle so that he may conduct with the 2 chosen sages. The sages were told to retain the power of the gods within the Earth and Wind temples in the corners of Hyrule. The king conducted for them for an entire century, ensuring that the blade of evils bane may retain its seal against the trapped evil king, and as far as they could tell, it was working...

Soon after the king of evil appeared as if from nowhere...explaining that once the key, the Master Sword, was removed, his holding cell was left wide open. He flurished with power once again, and wrought havoc among the kingdom and its people. They appealed to the gods for help, and yet help again the gods did, but in a more demeaning way...A terrential waterfall of rain flooded the kingdom for a whole year, sealing the king of evil, the people, and the kingdom itself...only those who were chosen were to seek refuge in the mountaintops to wait and rebuild their land...but it would never be the same again....even after the great flood...the king survived, although weakened. It seemed as though the power retained within the Master Sword from the sages had weakened his powers, due to its ward off of evil. He did all he could to get his power back. He even went so far as to find the sages in their respective temples and killed them, releasing their infusion of power within the blade...but his power still did not return. As long as the blade remained untouched...so would his inner capabilites. He wanted to find the blade and destroy it once and for all, but it was too well hidden for even the king...so he waited...waited for the one of courage who would come to stop him, for he knew that as long as that blade remained where it was, the hero would be reborn to take the key...and attempt to smite him down. He built his fortress of minions in a dark corner of the ocean, and sought to seek out the ones who held the power of the gods...within them.