*Sigh* I really need to stop making new stories when I can't even finish other ones. This idea came to me at like... 3AM and instead of sleeping like a normal person, I was up typing.

I really like this story and I hope you do too because I feel like this plot can branch out quite a bit. See for yourself though!

I don't own Zelda... wish I did, but I don't


She slipped through the streets like a shadow. The blanket of darkness giving her the benefit of the doubt. It seemed like fate was with her as she trudged on down the small cobblestone street, keeping to the sidelines and out of view from prying eyes of darkness. She was no fool, she knew this place like the back of her hand.

Every few seconds she would look around, searching her surroundings. Call it fear or anxiety, but for her it was a calculated map of an escape route if needed.

To her much joy, the small building soon came in to view and she bowed her head somewhat, biting her lip and scolding herself to no let her hopes up. This always happened to her, when good things come, evil was sure to follow.

Stepping down the few stone stairs into a small some-what of a yard, she looked up at the building before self-consciously pulling her cloak closer against her. She lightly tugged the hood down more to secure her appearance before forcing her way to the door.

With trembling hands, she pulled the handle and was met with a warm and soft glow of the dozen of candles that resided in the spacious room. She could hear the loud chatter of the customers around the area, many in which had a slur laced into the words. The light crackle of the fire to her left also caught her attention and she relaxed for a moment, enjoying the sweet smell of pine and other chemicals they used to cleanse this place.

But that moment quickly ended as she once more looked up and made her way to the bar, head held high and eyes locked away any emotion, even though nobody could seem them.

She spotted the bar owner and waited for her to finish making a drink for another customer. Before long, the owner looked up, caught sight of the cloaked figure, and nodded. A signal was all she needed before settling down on a bar stool, eyeing the rough table wood that had scratches and unreadable hand writing on it.

"I knew you'd be back dear." Her voice rang out, causing the young cloaked figure to cast her attention upward at the bar owner.

Telma smiled a relaxed smile. She leaned onto the table while cleaning out leftover liquid from a mug with a dish towel.

She asked with hesitance, "did you-did you hear anything?" Her voice roased with such hope and confidence it was heartbreaking to Telma.

She sadly shook her head and released a sigh, "nothing dear, not a letter in ink or person."

She looked down and stifled a sob, another night of lost dreams. She vaguely heard loud banters from a group of much older men behind her and both she and Telma looked up to see the commotion.

They were drunk, that was for sure, and cussing loudly at one another. It was a friendly banter to them but to others around that were calmly having a drink, agitation was clear on many faces.

She kept on staring at them, lost in thought about what Telma said. Her hopes were really starting to simmer now after nights of the same answer. She kept reminding herself that it would take time. Time. That wasn't something she considerably liked.

It had been months now, almost six months to be exact and she still had not received a word. Oh she really did try to be optimistic, finding a light in this black tunnel that swallowed her up, but now it was starting to become a burden.

"Hey, what in grimy hell are you staring at!" She instantly snapped back to reality and noticed she had been staring at one of the men at the table. With a small embarrassed blush she lowered her head.

"I apologize kind sir."

The man eyed her before smirking, "with that pretty lil' voice, I'd like to see what else you could do with that mouth." He sloppily licked his lips before the table burst out laughing, much to her dismay.

"How do you deal with it?" She looked at Telma.

"Don't worry sweetie, drunkards are nothing but low life creatures." She gave a pitiful smile before changing course.

"I… I don't know how to put this…"

"I should aim my expectations high."

Telma bowed her head, "there has been no news, nothing," she stated sadly, "one would merely forget by now."

"But I can not forget and you know it! I-" She looked down at her hands, biting her lip.

Behind her, she could heard scraping of chairs and grumbles as the group of men stalked out of the bar.

Telma lightly touched her shoulder, "sweetie, I will keep looking for any news. But you know as well as I know that it would be you that would receive a letter before anyone else."

She nodded, still sulking. The two talked for some time, both trying to keep a light conversation despite the heavy tension in the air. She wanted to leave now, knowing the answer was like a tight grip to her heart.

Before long she walked out of the bar after departing from Telma, noticing it was perhaps near midnight when she made her way back.

It was another hit and miss, another failure that was waiting to happen. Oh she knew this would happen, she knew this is what it would feel like to be heart broken.

Walking down the dark alley she closed her eyes.

"Hey pretty, so waddya say we find out what's under that cloak now huh?" The husky voice came from her right and by instincts she ducked and leaped back a few paces. The man from the bar stood there, standing only where she had been seconds ago. He smirked at her and tilted his head.

"You're pretty quick, perhaps you could be some fun tonight." He started for her.

She looked to her left and spotted two more guys down another ally before eyeing a third diagonally behind her.

She knew how to fight, she knew a strategy already formulating in her mind. Waiting until the man was exactly two paces behind her, she swiftly kicked his shin with enough force to have him kneel. She pushed all her momentum off her feet at she back rolled off of the guys back before kicking him in the fibula. She knew with enough force, breaking that leg would be simple.

Not wasting time, she started running down the ally, hearing the mans angry voice rising.

She had to hide as much as she resented it, but running in this state was tiring her out much too quick. Before long she was gasping for air and she held her abdomen and started slowing down. This was not good.

A hand reached out and grabbed her by her hood violently, the other snaking around her neck. She cried out in pain before the man pushed her roughly.

She bent her head back to take the brute of the impact of the wall, she couldn't let her back hit it. Never.

She yelped and leaned against the wall, touching the back of her head.

"Runnin' away eh?" The man asked tauntingly, the other men starting to catch up.

She looked around for a way out before a hand roughly grabbed her chin and pulled it in the mans direction.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you bitch!" He yelled into her face, eyes ablaze and face red.

She gulped down saliva and kept her gaze locked on him, not daring to stray. She could see scars aligned his scratchy face and a large burn mark was near his eye.

He smiled before fingering her cloak, hunger etched on his face, "I think you would make do tonight," he looked at the others who were now grinning, "now boys, who gets first pick?"

A silent swish was heard before the mans eyes widen. He dropped his grip on her before falling face first onto the road. An arrow was dug deeply into his skull.

The other men took out their swords and looked around in a frenzy. She silently backed away, trying to make an escape.

A knife poked at her neck, "don't move." A slur was said through the mans drunken speech.

The man held her tight and started circling around, "show yourself or I will bleed her out!" He cried out and looked around.

Silence.

"Your loss." The man said and for once she felt fear, fear for her life. Fear for another life.

She heard a thump and a gasp before his hold on her vanished and she spun around, coming face-to-face with a cloaked stranger, much like herself although the man was at least a head taller than her.

She backed up a few steps before gasping and pointing behind the man, "look out!"

But he already ducked and spun around, landing a punch in the mans face. He quickly rolled to the left and stabbed a sharp knife into one of the accomplices thigh before slashing him clean across the neck.

A man ran for him, sword thrusted forward before the stranger back flipped out of reach. In one fluid movement, he managed to pull out his bow and shot right into the mans neck, all before his two feet touched the ground.

She couldn't believe what had occurred right in front of her until the littering bodies and the metallic scent overtook her and made her gasp. Placing a hand to her mouth, she looked around and up at the man who was now standing in front of her.

She backed up some more but he matched her pace. She could now easily recognize it was in fact a male by the body differentiation and height the man had.

She slowly raised her hands in surrender, "please sir, please don't kill me." She whispered out.

He gazed at her for what seemed like an eternity before turning around and walking off. She watched as he climbed atop a metal crate and before she could stop herself, she chased after him.

"Wait!" She pleaded, "please I must ask of you something!" The man looked over at her and she pursed her lips.

"I am looking for a man, an important man for that matter." She asked in a hurry. "You must know these streets, know who comes in and out of this town!" She clasped her hands together.

Much to her chagrin, he once more started his escape route. She couldn't let this opportunity fly out of her hands!

She quickly climbed the crate and grabbed hold the man, startling him somewhat.

"I beg of you please!" She cried out, "I will give you fortune beyond belief!"

She thrust her hood off and opened her violet eyes.

"I am princess Zelda, I will honor you with any wish if you help me!"

Zelda could feel the agitation rolling off this man but she ignored it.

He looked down and sighed, shaking his head.

"I beg of you! I must seek help in search of someone!" Zelda kept rambling on, oblivious that the man was pulling out something from his cloak pocket.

"I am looking for my husband, the prince of Hyrule!" At this the man momentarily stopped his actions and looked up at Zelda.

She gripped his arm harder, "I need to know if he is alive, if he is out there!" She was probably leaving bruises now but that was the least of her problems.

The man lifted a finger and pointed over her shoulder. Zelda followed the direction behind her confused and looked at the darkened street.

"I don't understand there's not-" She looked back and immediately the man placed a strong scented cloth over her nose and mouth. She thrashed her arms around, trying to claw at his arms but to no avail. Already she was beginning to feel sleepy and at once she passed out.


The smell was the first thing that overtook her senses. It was the lingering taste that burned her nose and tongue. She jolted awake and instantly calmed herself, not wanting to gain unnecessary attention.

She evened out her breathing, making it seem like she was still in deep slumber before cautiously opening on eye slowly.

The small cramped room was empty. That was the first sign that she was safe. There was a candle lit on a small table in the middle of the room and a bulky desk in the far left corner, from Zeldas view she could see a great amount of papers and large books resided on it.

She slowly lifted her head and looked around, noticing a stack of wooden boxes against the wall across from her. There was a fair amount of dust atop the crates, making it seem like this room hadn't been used in years.

Zelda looked at the candle and saw the wax was nearly gone, meaning she probably was out for quite a while.

She looked down at the sheets and saw her cloak was no longer on, instead thrown lazily on the floor by the bed.

She touched her abdomen once more before nodding in reassurance. Relief washed over her before it shattered when she heard heavy foot steps outside the door.

Her mind couldn't function fast enough, still drugged by that stinging taste and before she could move a finger, the door flung opened.

The man stalked in, completely ignoring he, before harshly slamming the door, making the walls rumble.

Zelda could feel heat radiating off of him, could hear his heavy breaths.

He walked over to the desk and placed both hands on it, bending his head down and growling somewhat.

She sat still, her elbows still propped up even though they were screaming to get the weight off. She opened her mouth several times but no sound came out.

"I-"

The man slammed his hand down on the table, causing a loud bang to echo across the room and silence Zelda. The papers on the desk flew off and landed on the ground, a few scattered near Zelda.

She quietly glanced down and saw pages after pages of small handwritten research that she couldn't make out. Looking at the paper more, she gasped silently.

The words were written in Old Hylian, a form of language that was long before this time. Nobody these days spoke or even knew how to read Old Hylian except for the royal family.

Although the text was too small from this angle to read, Zelda could make out some words like 'sickness', 'cures', and 'destruction'.

Zelda looked back up with wide eyes, "how do you know-"

She never finished the sentence however as she cried out in pain. The mans head instantly shot up and turned to look at her with a stiff posture.

Zelda cried out once more and clutched her stomach, "oh goddesses!" She yelped as pain flooded her once more as she clutched her abdomen much more tightly, "my baby!"


So how was it! Yes, No, Maybe so? I hope i kinda made it a surprise that she had a bun in the oven (if ya know what i mean) but if you already found out... I suck at secrets.

Please review and blah blah you get the picture.

Don't worry, next chapter will make more sense.