People can be so cruel in this world I live in. The ones who you wouldn't expect to have a single mean bone In their bodies can be the most hurtful. The most damaged souls can be pointed out among the Hylians who crowded the small market. They go along with their pathetic lives ignoring all the hurt and hate they hold inside.

I could see their souls twisting inside, crying out for release. It's been my curse since birth. I've always had a certain sensitivity to souls and spirits of the dead. The people paid little attention to me as i scavenged the streets for scrapes of food or hoping to catch a glimpse of a ruby that fell from a careless pocket. Who would care about a simple urchin child covered in filth? Not the noble people of Hyrule. They were too concerned with their own petty lives.

My limbs were spindly and my hair looked limp and thin from poor nourishment. Not many children were in my position in this majestic kingdom, but then again not many children had my affliction. I was brought here from the kindness of a hylian woman who found me wondering the vast fields. Then left out on the streets with a small pouch of rubies by the same 'kindness'. Once she found out that I attracted poes and talked to the dead she had nothing more to do with me. I see her sometimes in the market talking with the other women. Her soul was heavy with guilt every time she looked my way. It made me angry whenever she would look at me with her fair colored eyes. She said she would take care of me when she found me crying outside in the big open world. I couldn't remember where I came from or how I ended up alone. People can be so cruel, and yet think they have done the right thing.

"Get away from me stall ya she devil!"

A plump woman who ran one of the stalls caught me standing and staring at the chatty women. She didn't want me scaring away her costumers. I didn't argue and skittered away into a dark corner. Her soul was full anger and hate. I knew why too. Her husband had left her for a much prettier woman. The only thing that brought me joy in this world was watching the pain and suffering of these people. They thought they were so perfect and so above everything in the world. I knew the truth though. They were spiteful, deceitful, snobbish people. Chaos was a beautiful thing. Order and peace was a lie, but chaos and pain were real.

The color green grabbed my attention. No one wore green in this town. Everyone was fascinated with purple and white. I tracked the moving green shape till a small child emerged from the crowd. It was a boy wearing a green tunic, a small dagger strapped to his back. To him the blade would be a sword. He looked so foreign and exotic compared to everyone else. He looked like a small hero as he stood straight. His presence radiated bravery and courage.

My eyes darted around frantically waiting for people to move away from my hiding spot before I darted out and hid behind a large pot. His eyes were blue and his golden hair shined bright in the mid-day sun. My eyes almost burned from looking at him too long as if he were the sun himself! I shielded my eyes behind my dark shaggy hair and crept along behind stalls and statues. The little hero was making his way toward the palace! Didn't he know that no one was allowed past the gates? What did he hope to accomplish at the palace when he was only a child?

I was curious as to what his plans were. He didn't fit in, and I never once seen him In the market before. I looked into his soul, and my breath was hitched into my throat. His soul burned brightly in the sea of hate and sorrow. His alone shined with love and courage. I dove behind a crate just in time. He had stopped to talk to a girl with long red hair. I've seen this girl walk through the gates with her father every month. They usually had crates with little logos of cows on the sides. Her soul was young and innocent, but with time her soul would also give into the anger that seemed to be spreading through these lands like wildfire. The girl seemed to look worried and pointed up toward the palace in the distance. Her father was no where to be seen. It seemed that the more they talked the brighter his soul became. It was like a flame inside of his chest! I've never seen a soul like his before.

I couldn't look away and found myself following him further down the path till he reached the closed gate and the guard standing idly before it.

"Halt! No one is allowed past here! Turn back now citizen!"

The guard got excited when he saw the boy approach. He must of been bored standing there for quite some time. His soul was sad to look at. It was badly wounded. Probably from a lost love or a life full of hardship.

I watched the boys lips move, but I was too far away to hear what he said. He was a soft spoken boy compared to the shouts from the guard.

"Sorry lad! I said no one is allowed past here! Now move along before I have to drag you away."

I sneered at the guard. I knew no one would take the boy seriously if he really did have an important matter. The boy didn't seem deterred though. He simply nodded and walked away. His soul flickered with determination as his eyes gave away his mental planning. I could almost see the gears turning as he rounded around the corner. I wanted to speak with him, but decided against it. Why would he waste his time on me? He was a spotlight, and I was darkness.

Just when I thought he was going to continue back to the market the boy crouched down and hid. Was he planning on sneaking in?! I grinned as I watched as he started climbing a near by patch of vines that covered the rocky cliff like a monkey. His soul may harbor light and love, but oh did he have a plan for chaos!

Once he made it up over the edge I followed up the vines after him. My weak limps wanted to crumple under the strain, but I pushed myself up over the edge just in time to see him climb down into the gate's guard room.

He sure did have a lot of energy. I did my best to catch up, his tiny legs carrying him past the patrolling guards and over another wall. I couldn't believe how easily he made it into the inner walls of the palace. Whatever his intentions were his method was exciting. My weak body screamed at me to stop moving so much, but his soul was enticing. I was like a moth to the flame. I squished my small form behind one of the many crates. The foreign hero was currently trying to wake up that red head's father.

I guess the little girl had told him to help look for him inside the palace walls. I shook my head with a scowl. Adults were such inconsiderate creatures. Always forgetting about their children or putting themselves first. The green boy tried everything to wake the snoring man. He tried shaking him, poking, pulling, nothing seemed to work. I began to grow bored and made a loud rooster sound from behind the box. The older man jerked awake and apologized for falling asleep. His soul was a rare one with a slow burning love. Despite his clumsy appearance I could tell how much he must actually care for his daughter. I was wrong about the grown up, and felt a pang of jealousy. That little girl had a father that cared for her, but what did I have? I couldn't see the condition of my own soul, but I was sure it was black as night. I never knew my parents nor did I know If they loved me or not. How could they if I was left abandoned out in the fields?

My thoughts were interrupted once I heard small footsteps approach my hiding spot. Did he discover me? My eyes widened and I quickly rolled into a near by bush just before he came around the other side. I watched him scratch his head in confusion. His blue eyes scanning the area around him before giving a shrug. He then started to push the crates over to the small channel of water. Did this boy's ingenious ideas ever stop? He was making a small ledge so he could jump to the drain that spilled back into the stream.

This little boy with a soul burning so brightly was also very strong! Those crates had to be full of milk! I was now convinced he really was a hero! He leapt from the tall stack and shimmied his small frame through the small opening. Do I dare follow him any further? He was now inside the castle! If I was discovered inside the guards would not hesitate to put one such as myself out of their misery. I looked to be a few years older than the boy, but child or not, no one was allowed in that wasn't the royal family or their guards.

What did I have else to do? Return to the market and those awful stares? If I did have a soul I'd want one that shined as bright as his. Perhaps if I followed him his soul might rub off on mine. I willed up some courage and leapt to the small drain. My footing failed and my poorly bandaged feet slipped on the slime coated drain. I dangled from the stone edge for moment, my heart beating in my ears and my boney arms straining to keep my grip. The water splashed into my face and made it hard to see or breath. I cursed my luck that was never there and tried with all my might to pull myself up into the dark hole.

My black thin hair stuck to my face. My ragged clothing clung to my skeletal frame. I didn't like being wet. It was hard to keep warm when it rained. No one would allow me inside during storms. I wrapped my arms around my small body and tried to quiet my chattering teeth after I crawled out from the small drain.

The young hero was no where to be seen now. I had lost him, and now I was alone inside the castle walls! The drain had connected to a large courtyard. Which was being patrolled by guards. They acted as if they were wind up toys. Their posture very rigid and stiff. Their faces hidden under their metal helmets. I knew what they were feeling though. No amount of armor could ever hide ones true self from me. They all felt anger or suspicion. All of their souls were dim, but waiting to rage at a moments notice. Something was going on inside the palace to have the guards so anxious.

It wasn't to hard to sneak past them. Most were too concerned with their own frantic thoughts to notice a small child in the bushes. The boy must of gone this way. I didn't see any other doors or passages that he could have gone down. What if he had been caught by these mechanical guards? No, he was much too cunning and resourceful to be discovered. His soul was prof of his might.

As I made it past the final guard my eyes were assaulted by bright flowers and pristine green grass. Everything in this new court yard was so beautiful and perfect that I wanted to be sick. I had no business being here, my mere presence made this place look ill. It felt odd to have such soft grass tickle my feet where bandages didn't cover skin.

"Oh you have the stone!.."

My ears perked up from the soft elegant voice. I spotted the boy once more from across the court yard. I knew he wouldn't be done in that easily! My mouth fell open when I saw who he was speaking to though. It was non other then princess zelda herself. Of course a boy like him would be after the princess. She was the worst of them all! Pampered and kept away from the common people below her. She was full of self love and was too conceded to see the way the young boy looked at her. Her light and fluffy blue soul was Gag worthy. Nothing compared to the Hero's flame!

"I had a dream, in the dream dark storm clouds were billowing over the land of Hyrule..."

It was then i realized I was just standing there out in the open. I quickly looked around, but there was no where to hide! Only except for in the water again. I silently hissed as I snuck into the water below and wadded under the bridge the two were standing on. The cold water made my feet numb and Goosebumps prickled over my skin.

The princess went on about some prophecy. I didn't listen to much of it. My mind was on staying warm.

"Yes...I thought you might be the one..oh! My apologizes! I got carried away and forgot to properly introduce myself!"

Her voice was too perfect and flowed from her lips so easily. I couldn't help but hate her for all she had. Her privileges kept her from knowing pain and loss. Her castle walls saved her from seeing the suffering her people went through silently all for the sake of image.

"My name is Zelda, and what Is yours?"

Yes, who was this mysterious young boy who snuck past guards and leapt from boxes? I knew he spoke softly. He made you listen closely on purpose.

"My name is link"

For a boy so young his voice rang out with confidence. Link. Such a simple name, but it held power behind it. I didn't have a name. I was never given one. If I had a name, then I no longer remembered it. I never bothered to just give myself a name. It all seemed so pointless if no one was there to say it. If anyone referred to me it was just 'Poe girl' or 'She Devil'.

"Link...okay, I am going to tell you a sacred story passed down through my family"

I wrinkled my nose, and frowned. Couldn't they talk somewhere else? Maybe somewhere without water? Why was the hero even wasting his time on such a long winded princess anyway? Was he really believing her story? That he was destined for some great purpose? I didn't doubt the boy was special, but fated to save Hyrule? Maybe I was just being resentful. Just like my name I had no real purpose yet. I dreamed about owning a shop of my own one day though.

The princess spoke of a legend about an artifact called the How if all three pieces were brought together then the one holding will have their wish granted. I couldn't believe such a thing existed! Oh if only I could have just one wish! I could wish for my memories, my soul to be wiped clean of darkness, or to rid myself of this dreadful curse. What use would a wish in the hands of a princess or hero be? They had everything already. No, I deserved that wish more than anyone else.

The princess stopped talking and I could feel a shift in the air. Her cheerful smile faded and her hands twisted the fabric of her dress nervously.

"I was spying through this window on a man before you came. I believe he is the dark clouds in my dreams."

Her voice was barely above a whisper now, her soul dying down and sputtering as if scared of just mentioning this man. The promise of such darkness was exciting! What kind of person would put fear into the royal family? Such delightful fear in one so sure of herself. The Hero's soul didn't falter for a moment as he peeked into the window. I couldn't see Who they were looking at, so I waited till I'd have my chance.

By the time the princess's personal guard showed up to escort the young hero, I was turning blue from Being in the cold water for too long. Zelda didn't linger long after that since the sun was setting over the cliffs that surrounded the castle. I waited till her foot steps disappeared before I finally slushed my way out from under the bridge. My toes were nothing but pale prunes now, and my shivering was uncontrollable.

I slowly made my way to the window the two were at before and cupped my hands around my eyes to block out the glare. I didn't see anyone so frightful. Perhaps the person they spoke of had left?

My eyes caught sight of their soul before I saw who they actually were. Pure hate rolled off the black and fiery red soul in waves. This man's soul was dark and twisted! Just witnessing the way it lashed about inside his chest excited me! Such chaos and raw power! The Young boy's soul was a ray of light this man had a raging Bon fire inside him! His red hair and sharp eyes match the appearance of his soul perfectly. He wasn't Hylian either. His skin was much darker, and his eyes were like two glowing ambers. He was kneeling before the throne, his lips curved into a sinister smirk. He was listening to the king speak, but I knew he wasn't hearing a single word that was said. This man had dark schemes planned for this kingdom. Plans that I was welcoming. I tried to imagine all the pain and suffering the people would feel under the might of this soul so full of revenge and anger. They deserved it all for their pathetic way of living. Always smiling and dancing about merrily without a care in the world! Always speaking about good deeds while neglecting and mistreating those different from themselves. No...they knew nothing of how the world really was. I could feel my own blood boiling and writhing in my veins while watching the man.

Suddenly the man's head turned and looked straight at me. I gasped and quickly crouched down, but it was too late. His smirk widened when he stared at me. His eyes boring into mine. I couldn't look away from those piercing eyes. It was as if he was looking into my soul as well. I wanted to know what he saw. Was it light? Dark? Did it burn with intense desire to live, or was it weak and small?

The flame haired man looked away and bowed his head to the king before leaving the room. I didn't want him to leave! I wanted to admire the chaos within him longer! Such beautiful pain and revenge!

"You there! You're not allowed in here! How did you get past the guards!"

Uh oh...I was grabbed by the scruff of my shirt and lifted off of my feet. I kicked wildly and squirmed in his tight grasp.

"Let me go!"

My voice squeaked from being unused for so long. The guard made a gagging sound and held me out further from his body.

"Oh by the goddesses you stick! Where are your parents!"

I only continued to flail and spit like a mad cat. I didn't like being held up, and I defiantly didn't like being told I stink! What could I do? I only bathed when it rained. I must of smelled like a wet dog right now.

"Tch, let's get you outta here Ya little rat..."

I was dragged out of the castle, and thrown back out into the market street with the rest of the filth. Only they seemed dirtier to me than I was.

I never got to speak to the small boy, and he was long gone by now. I'm sure I'd see him again some day since the princess seemed fond of him. I could see him growing up into a very handsome man one day. Just thinking about it made my dirty cheeks flush. even though the man in the window was much more exciting to watch the boy named link held my interest.

I made my way to my small hovel I had made from old boxes and crates. Inside was a torn and dirty blanket and a flat pillow with questionable stains. It was home though because I made it myself. A long walking stick was propped up against my home. It was used to keep the stray dogs that ran around the market away while I slept. Some woman was always losing her dogs and letting them go where ever they pleased. One of these days I was going to let a poe take care of those mutts. I was grateful the guard let me go with a warning. I was sure he would just put me out of my misery once he found my lack of response to his questions annoying.

It's not that I didn't want to answer. I just didn't have answers to give. I crawled down into the box, my large stick held tightly in my hands. Tonight would be dreams full of dancing souls, a large menacing dark man, and a hero charging bravely into a fight. The poes that others could not see kept a watchful eye over me as I slowly drifted off to sleep. The soft glow from their lanterns comforting.