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UPDATE: Until I can re-write the first few chapters of this.. Well they're aren't the greatest so just bear with me here.

The first bit of chapters for this story in my opinion aren't the best since they are kind of old and I haven't found the time to re-write them since I have to write new chapters!

The first four is pretty much a lot of about wolves while the rest is all human forms. I just needed to introduce the concept before they went to Hyrule.

& Please, please, please point out any errors! They're so embarassing and I always miss a few!

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New Beginning: Part I

I groaned, resting my head on the school desk as I tried my best to tune out the teacher's babbling. Maybe he won't even notice if I just take a nap – I'd be dead if he ever caught me though. Let's just say my math teacher was a... tad strict.

"Head off the desk, Zelda."

I peeked my head up, to see him glaring daggers at me as if I just murdered someone.

"Yeah, yeah…" I mumble. He scowls at me before glaring at the person behind me as they unsuccessfully held back their laughter.

"Is something the matter Kayleigh?" The teacher asks her sternly.

Kayleigh looks up at him with a careless look. "No, Mr. Adams." She says, then put on her best serious face.

He groans and begins writing two math equations on the board. I turn myself around to face her, grinning widely. Her bright icy, shining blue eyes light up as she shoots me a smirk. My faithful, trusted best friend and cousin. She has always been by my side. I can't remember the last time she ever turned her back on me.

Although we're closely related, we look nothing alike. She has golden blond locks of hair while I have long dark auburn hair. Her eyes are a pale blue like the rest of my family has, while mine are a rare shade of violet—I'm told it's because I'm 'special', but my classmates would beg to differ. Kayleigh would probably pass as my own parent's child more than I would.

"Zelda and Kayleigh! Why don't you two come up and solve these two questions?" Mr. Adams annoying voice cuts into my head. He holds out two black dry-erase markers.

I look up past him at the white-board, only to see two impossible, mind-boggling algebraic questions written on it. The class has fallen silent. It's obviously for his entertainment to see us struggle. Math really isn't my thing, let alone Algebra. Who decided to mix the alphabet into math, anyways?

"Sure thing, Miss Adams…" I mutter under my breath, my words dripping with distain as I get up reluctantly.

Kayleigh obviously heard my little remark, letting out a small giggle before taking a marker for herself. I go and take the other marker and stand before one of the insane questions. Both my cousin and I stand there just looking around completely confused with no idea on what to do. It feels as if hours pass, just waiting for something to click in our heads, but nothing does. We're both probably wishing the same thing—for the awkward silence to end. But you know what they say, 'Be careful what you wish for'.

"This will take the entire class… It's a good thing you picked these too idiots!"

"Don't you just love dumb blondes?"

The whole class is laughing at Zant's jokes. They find them amusing, no matter how sick and cruel they can be. I glance at Mr. Adams who seems unfazed, like he couldn't careless. All of them, so heartless and cold-blooded. I clench the marker in my hand as I become more and more angered. I walk closer to Zant, shortening the distance between us. I stared right in his vile yellow eyes. He's a pale guy, with jet black hair and a lot of muscle. Beat the crap outta' me any day, but oh well.

I glower at him, "Will you just... Shut up!?" I snapped at the boy.

He laughed. "Go fuck yourself you little whore," Zant sneered and stood up from his desk. My teeth clench as he steps towards me, "Or better yet get hit by a car. Preferably my car."

"Idiots like you make me sick." I hissed through my clenched teeth. I chuck the marker at him right in his face and before he could react I threw him a punch to his nose. Grabbing his bleeding nose he spews out profanity. I scoff and turn my back on him. My unruly class stares at me like I had three heads. Like a complete freak.

'GO TO THE OFFICE NOW!'

The teacher's very loud and harsh voice was still ringing in my head. It had given me a pretty bad headache, actually. Once I had gotten to the school's office they just waved me off and told me to go wait in the 'sick-room'. Or in other words a small, cramped photocopier room, and where all the school files were kept with a bed in the corner. I just wanna go home. I'm sick of this school.

"Zelda please follow me to my office, now."

My eyes go to voice's owner, the principle, Mr. Dragmire. The last name was a hilarious coincidence. He shared his last name with Ganondorf Dragmire, the famous villain from the series 'Legend of Zelda'. Kayleigh and I often made jokes about that. The name suit the principle since he was far from a kind man. How he became a principle for a high school is beyond me. I wouldn't be surprised if he murdered one of us yet.

"Of course," I snarl. Something about him just urked me, "So what's my punishment oh great, Overlord."

He didn't bother to argue, he just started to walk towards his office. This should go just super, I think sarcastically, snickering to myself as I trail behind him. His office was a mere ten seconds away. He took out a metal key and unlocked the door to his office. The man ran his hand through his scraggly reddish-orange hair, groaning in boredom and utter disgust before sitting down in his chair behind his messy desk with papers sprawled out all over it. The office was no bigger than the 'sick-room'.

"Sit." He grumbled, pointing to one of the four chairs across from his desk.

"Yes, Mr. Overlord." I replied mockingly as I sat in a chair closest to the door waiting for the moment I could escape.

"You're not making this any easier, Zelda. We've had some... trouble with you this semester already." He warned, turning to the laptop on his desk and began typing things. I peeked over and seen him typing up some e-mail. After he noticed me peeking he grimaced and turn it around more of out my sight.

He's already trying to turn this around on me of couse. Zant was his son. So clearly whenever a student said a word about him or had any conflict with him, they'd be the one to blame. It was never Zant. The trouble he was talking about was every time I stood up for myself, or someone else. Rarely did it get violent. I just sat in that chair refusing to look at him, staring out a window.

"No remark?" He asked cockily. I rolled my eyes and fiddled with my shirt.

He leaned back in his chair and sighed, "I'm going to give you a two day out of school suspension Zelda." Dragmire smirked, "Maybe that will help?"

"You cannot be serious!" I barked at him. "People get suspensions for doing crap like drugs or fist fights, not for throwing a damn marker!" I stared at him right in the eyes now. Just like his son's eyes, they were completely vile and sickening to even have to look at but a crimson red.

"Don't forget the bloody nose you gave him, previous mishaps, and being completely disrespectful to teachers and myself." He said wretchedly, pointing out my every flaw in behaviour. "Now head back to the sick-room for the last five minutes of this period alright?"

Pathetic, cruel man. Without a word I picked up my backpack and slung it over one of my shoulders lazily. I shot him one last dirty look before storming out. He was smirking victoriously, knowing he had won. Then again who can actually win against their principle?

"Filthy pig…" I muttered under my breath as I turned the way toward the school doors leading outside, "Like I'm going back in that cramped little room..."

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