A Shadow Reborn: The Waker's Shadow

by Shadow-TheLastHero

It began in the age of the Hero of Time. A shadow girl with a lust for blood, sent to murder the Hero. But it didn't go as planned. Moments before the final strike was dealt, the ancient Sages of that time dragged her to their realm. Not wishing to waste her potential, she was wiped of all memory, sent 100 years forwards to assist a different Hero. The Hero of the Winds needs it...

1. Introduction

Have you every heard of the shadow girl, ally of Heroes, unlikely savior? Probably not. No one of any time wishes it to be known they owe their lives to a monster. I may have fought side-by-side with multiple Heroes, but all that I helped save either were ignorant of my existence, or knew instinctively my origin and natural 'instinct'. To kill, to harm. Nothing but another tool of Ganondorf's…

I'm not on his side, despite what you may think. Not any more. He marked me as no longer his creation, but none seem to notice. They never realize that the Heroes might've struggled without my help, so claim the Sages. They don't see the times I defend their own kind from death, only the spurts of uncontrollable violence. It's a lonely life, accepted by none and shunned by all.

I am here merely to recount my side of the tale, along with the view of those that traveled with me. Still granted the chance to visit those I've come to know as friends, I've pieced together the different parts to be able to recount my story.

Be warned, do not expect this to be the average fairytale of heroes, with princesses locked in a tower and the prince rescuing and falling in love with her. No, there is a princess, but no tower. No prince. No 'happily-ever-after'. This is a story of a girl, dragged from a time she knows, where she knows her place and what she's meant to do, to the time of others and forced to fight beside Heroes whose descendant she nearly killed.

Now, do you wonder who I am? I am the shadow girl, sent to lands of sea and twilight, and the home of the Fourswordsman. My friends know me as Shadow, but I do not consider you among them. To you, well, I guess you probably won't need to speak to me by name, as we're the only ones here.

I'm a dweller of shadows. I can see even now my appearance disturbs you. As you can tell, I've survived my multiple adventures, but not without an almost unhealthy amount of injury. I've spat into the face of Death, having been dangerously close to being dragged from this world by him on multiple occasions, just as your Hero has. I used to be one of the Shadow Realm, but I'm one of the few that broke my last ties to that world. Most of my kind would've killed you a long time ago, without asking any questions. If you fear the dark, then you have good reason. Most like me stalk through the shadows, awaiting their next prey and then murdering without the slightest hint of guilt. I'm one of the few that broke the last ties to the Shadow Realm – more or less… Consider yourself lucky.

Now that you now my name, let's go back to my origin. The start of this surprising story. The first time I was nearly killed, but certainly far from the last.