I have a few things to say. I took the criticism and decided to edited my story. I hope that you all enjoy the new version of my story.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the references to any Legend of Zelda names, items, places, people, and anything I forgot to mention.
A Note:
/-/ = thoughts
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Chapter 1 Beginning++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Darkness. It was everywhere. There were dark clouds swirling above, lightning ushering the doom that was soon to come, and an utterly destroyed castle that remained of the once fair land of Hyrule, with a dark figure to control it all. And another figure poised to attack, bow drawn, arrow filled with light magic, confused on how her fate was to destroy the very symbol of peace that Hyrule revered.
I never understood the twists of life. There I was, just standing there, about to kill the heir to the Hylian throne so peace would return to the world, and my mind goes back to how this all happened.
****Flashback****
Peace in Hyrule. Everyone working together, no fighting, no darkness, just clear blue skies and all kinds of plants growing all over the place. It was nice not to have any worries. Everyone celebrated the peace in their own way. The Valley of Mists was one small area in Hyrule, but it is a big part in Hyrule's history.
I was born in this valley. Mine was a strange birth. My mother was a picture of health and never suffered any of the usual ailments that pregnant women have. I was born on the eve of the valley's peace festival. My parents named me Samantha nu en del Link Hyrule¹. My ancestor was indeed Link, the famed Hero of Time. My father wanted me named so because of the odd birthmark on my left hand. The Triforce they called the mark. A triangle with four sections, three pointed up were off colored, the lower right more so. My parents knew that I had something important to do when I grew older, and they hoped it would never come. Their hope, though, was in vain.
Nearing my fifteenth birthday, I suffered from horrific nightmares. I was unable to sleep most night. Nightmares filled with blood and gore. There were dead bodies in all the nightmares. Some of the people I knew, faces of those in the valley. Some faces were of people that I had never seen before.
I was surprised when I woke up on my birthday, well rested. I got out of my bed and walked to the window. The mist was still there, but the sun was shining.
/I'm not sure if I can take it anymore. They think that I'm a disaster waiting to happen./
"Sam, time for breakfast." My mother called.
I walked over to the vanity and looked at myself. My long blonde hair and blue eyes are the most distinguishable features. I've seen paintings of my ancestor, Link. Except for being female, I look incredibly like him. I put my hair in a loose ponytail and put on my favorite green hat and tunic. I shove on my climbing gloves and stomp into my boots. I glance at the mirror and, yet again, except for the obvious, we are eerily similar. I went down the stairs and into the kitchen. My parents see me and they are upset.
"Morning." I say as I start eating.
"Are you ready to start learning our trade?" my mother asks.
"Why?"
"Your fifteen now. It's time to begin your apprenticeship."
"Oh. I thought I was going to train as a warrior."
"Be realistic, sweetie, what kind of danger is going to come here? Why train a warrior if there is no danger to come?"
"What? You . . . you promised you let me learn how to fight."
"We can't let you do that! It is not safe for a woman to learn to fight!" Father stated
"That's not fair! How am I supposed to carry on Links' legacy if I can't fight?"
"It was stupid to fill your head with those stories. They were just that, stories. Women just don't fight!"
"Fine! I'll go learn somewhere else! Maybe even outside the valley! I remember about the Gerudo. They will train me."
My parents² looked pained when I said this. I did not care. I got up, walked out of the house, and slammed the door behind me. I looked around and saw my small village. The village was set up in a rectangular pattern. My house was the tallest compared to the rest of the houses. The carpenters and bakers were next to mine across from each other. Then the butchers and smithy and last came the doctors³. The village opened up to a meadow with a weeping willow in the middle. There was a spring just beyond the tree.
The population was small but there were a lot of children. My brother and I are the oldest. Then came a smith boy who was two years younger than me. He is my best friend. I went to the smithy where there was a lot of clanging.
"Hello Mr. Smith." I say. "Could you—"
"I'm not going against your parents wishes. You will not learn to fight in this house." He said gruffly.
"Gee I was just going to ask where Adam was. I wanted to ask him something."
"He is in the back. And I reiterate, no one of this house will teach you."
"Okay, okay."
I went inside and headed to the sword rack. The swords were amazing. Proof of the quality and care the smith had. Adam was just as good as his father. He came up to me when I got to the sword rack. He was short and lanky. He has brown hair and blue eyes.
"So. . . I finished with that project I told you about." He said, as he pulled a sheathed sword from behind him. "Happy birthday!"
"Shhhh. You don't want your father to find out that I asked you to make a sword for me, do you?" I said with a lowered voice.
"Sorry. I am just excited. This is my first commissioned sword."
"How much do I owe you, by the way?"
"I know it is my first but I actually wanted to make you a sword, even if you didn't ask for one."
I smirked, "You just want to be known as the smith that made my first sword if I become the hero."
"That would be nice but I just thought that you would look good with a sword." He said with a blush.
"Oh!" I blushed in return.
"So . . . check it out." He insisted.
I took the sword from him and pulled it out of the sheath. The sword was beautiful. The design on the handle was handle was so intricate that several images could be seen at the same time. There was an amber pommel as well. This was truly the best work that I had ever seen.
I stood back from Adam and held the sword with right hand. I held the sword up awkwardly. /This doesn't feel right. / I switched hands. /That feels better. / I swung the sword horizontally, vertically, and I spun. It felt so natural to have a sword in my hand. /I wonder if Link felt this way when he first held a sword. / I felt strong, independent and so sure of myself.
Then, darkness fell over my mind. My vision blurred and I saw a monstrous pile of bodies. All dead and I stood on top of the pile, covered in gore. I stood triumphant with the legendary Master Sword in my hands. I was suddenly afraid. Adam's sword fell from my hands and clanged on the floor. My vision cleared to find Adam looking at me. He looked confused.
"Are you alright?" He asked, concerned. "You just went so pale."
"I . . . I'm fine . . . um . . . I'm going to the spring, if anyone asks."
I ran out of the smithy and out of town. I slowed when I got to the willow. It signified the end of the towns' safe zone. My grandparents said that the tree was planted to ward off the monsters of the valley. The spring was just past the tree. There was an odd thing about the spring. Only a few people of the valley could actually stay in the spring for extended periods of time. The purity of the water and the unnatural light that came from the spring irritated many. I am one of the few that can stay in the spring for a long time. Another was walking toward the town at that very moment.
"Brother!" I said excitedly as I hugged him. "Your home!"
My brother was strong, heroic, and bold. He has blue eyes and brown hair, a well toned body and a curious mind. He was gifted with magic as well as fighting. He had always been going out and fighting off the monsters of the valley. I had always thought that he deserved my birthmark.
"Sam? What are you doing here?" he asked.
"I'm going to the Goddess' spring. I had an argument with Mom and Dad. They don't want me to be a fighter anymore. They want to go against fate and ignore my birthmark."
"What? I'll talk with them. They should know better than to go against the Triforce. Meanwhile, you should be careful when going to the spring."
As he started to walk away, I added, "Oh. Could you check on Adam? I think I might have hurt his feelings."
"Okay Sam. I will."
I continued to the spring. There were many kinds of plants on the way. The most interesting was the whistle leaf. It made the sound when wind blew through it. When I got to the springs entrance, I said a small prayer and went in. the spring seemed to sing when I came in. Then I heard cackling.
********************To Be Continued********************
Sam: (Hysterically) WHAT? The chapter is over! I can't believe it. What happens next!
Millennium_Chick: You do know that you're the one who wrote all this, don't you?
Sam: (Calmly) I know. I was just upset that the chapter ended here, is all.
Millennium_Chick: Right. Let's just leave it at that.
SPOILER
Sam: What going to happen next?
Next time: evil witches, an evil spell and a mysterious boy.
Chapter 2 Curses
Sam: Damn! I thought you were going to say more. (Cuts down some trees to release some frustration)
Millennium_Chick: Until next time. (Waves)
More Notes:
1: I do not know what the 'nu en del' stands for but I needed Sam's name to sound cool.
2: This is the only time the parents come in so I didn't want to elaborate on their appearance. Sorry.
3: A few things about the village. I hope to get this story to be made into a game so. . . the carpenters in the story are the same ones as in the games. The bakers are the ones from Minish Cap. The smiths are descendants of the one in Minish Cap. And the doctors are where the first store would be. No shield though.
Thanks for reading. Please rate.
