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The Other Hero of Time

Chapter 1

"Miss, are you alright?" A faded voice seems to echo miles above me. It's soft and filled with concern. I figure it must be a woman; her pitch much too high for the average man to reach.

I try to focus on her words as my ears fade fickly in and out of range of her calmed voice. Despite my efforts, I can't seem to focus very well as sensations of exhaustion and pain begin to sweep over me. What's going on? Why do I feel so drained?

"You called upon us, Princess?" A couple of deeper voices enter my range of hearing simultaneously.

"Take this girl to the castle. I'm afraid she's injured."

"Yes, Princess."

Almost immediately, I can feel my body being lifted, my cheek resting on something smooth and cold. I try to piece what little I've hear together, but I can't seem to concentrate on that very well as questions begin to dance around in my mind. Where am I anyway? I wonder why I can't seem to remember anything. I guess there's no use in asking questions that I can't answer myself, though, I wish I knew how I got to be this way…

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With my senses soon returning to my conscious mind, I hesitantly begin to open my eyes, blinking what seems to be a thousand times to relieve myself of the burning pain in my eyes caused by the sun's rays. It takes what seems to be centuries for me to get my eyes into focus, but once I do, I see the elegant wooden top of a bed. I stare at for a long time, wondering how in the world I got into a bed in the first place, before looking over to my left to see a woman sitting patiently at my bedside.

I don't know how old she is, but she seems to be very young, probably no older than twenty. Maybe eighteen or nineteen with such young looking skin. She's very beautiful with golden laces in her long brown hair. Her dress looks as if woven by the heavens with elegant silk threads with jewels of sapphire embedded in gold decorating the garment. With a soft smile and gentle cerulean eyes, she says, "You've finally awoken."

"Who are you?" I sit up defensively with my right arm instinctually raised as if holding an invisible object. I don't know why I do this, but if feels right; safe. "What has happened? And where am I?"

"There's no need to be afraid." She puts her white gloved hand on mine tenderly. "I am Zelda, Princess of Hyrule. I found you in the outskirts of Hyrule Fields. I don't know what has happened to you, but I can assure you that you're safe here. Would you mind telling me your name?"

"Uh… that's a good question." I avert my gaze for a moment, not needing very long to search my empty mind for an answer. Awkwardly putting my arm down, I let out a small sigh. "Actually, can't recall my name."

"I see." She says softly as I look back at her, but she isn't looking at me.

I follow her gaze, finding it directed at my hand. On it, there's a symbol of three small triangles made into the formation of a larger one. I look up at her, hoping she would know something about the strange mark. Maybe if I learn about, I'll remember something, anything about me. "Do you know what this symbol is? I'm not sure why you're so interested in it."

She stands, extending her arm towards me. "Please, follow me."

I nod, taking her hand to help me up. Leaving the room, she leads me down a large spiral staircase made of smooth, grey brick. From there we go through countless halls with elegant décor that are stretched tall and wide with a long red rug in the center, the walls having something hanging on every other open spot. Some of these are portraits of women dressed in elegant dresses or men dressed in various styles of regal-looking armor, while others are detailed paintings of various landscapes, all of them seeming to be done by the hands of master artists.

Admiring all of these beautiful pieces of art and the detailed architecture, I'm almost left behind by the Princess. She leads me through a pair of double doors to another long hall where we head up another flight of stairs. Every once in awhile, we'd pass a man in armor that would bow to the Princess as we'd pass. She would wish them a good day and such before continuing on, which makes our walk seem that much longer.

After a few more halls, two flights of stairs, and a dozen soldiers, we reach the outside where there's a breathtaking view of the land below. Before us is a fairly good sized town with people appear as small as ants as they go along with their daily lives. Though that's pretty amazing, what I really find magnificent is the land that lies past the brick incased town. Nature as far as the eye can see; a large field, rivers, lakes, and trees surround the land, dying the land in beautiful greens, blues, and browns. It feels as if I've never seen so much green, but then again, I have no memories to recall.

I reluctantly turn away from the view to see the Princess patiently waiting for me. I flush, not thinking it proper to make royalty wait and quickly return to her side. She stays silent as she climbs another large staircase while I slowly trail behind. When we finally reach the top where tall pillars stand, I find us to be in a large room where a long carpet leads to a pair of elegant thrones on the other side. It's all so beautiful, but something troubles me. I wonder where the King and Queen are. I haven't seen anyone except the soldiers and wouldn't there be at least one of the two in the throne room?

"Do you see that statue above the royal thrones?" She points to the carving high above us. It's the same symbol on that lies on the back of my hand with three stone women on each side of the statue. "The symbol that rests on your hand and shown above us is called the Triforce. The Triforce is a power that the three Goddesses bestowed upon this world and my family has been protecting for several generations. Various times in our land's past, the ancient power of the Triforce has been taken by the hands of evil. Whenever that occurs, a Chosen Hero arises baring a mark similar to your own to protect the Triforce and restore peace."

"So there's trouble coming upon your land?" I ask, finding it strange that the story seems oddly familiar. Familiar to what, I'm not quite sure. "And I'm supposed to protect the Triforce?"

"Yes, that is what one should presume. Though, it is strange how you arrived here."

"What do you mean?"

"Before I tell you, why don't we have a meal? It's almost sunset and you were asleep for quite awhile. I'm sure some food in your stomach will be satisfying." She leads me back the halls we came with even more guards roaming around in ease.

This is so strange, how that Triforce story seems so familiar, but how can it be familiar? I have nothing to reference it to. And I thought there's supposed to be trouble brewing, but from what I've seen, even the soldiers are very lax. Maybe my arrival during a time of peace makes my appearance weird.

After roaming more halls and climbing more staircases, we finally enter a long dining room. In the center of the room is a long wooden table, a long cream cloth with golden ridges draped from one end to the other. Between every third chair are candles lit while they rest in golden candleholders. Above it hangs an elaborate chandelier made of crystal; it seems so fragile that if I make one wrong move, it'll crash to the ground below. I have to stop for a moment and take it all in. Every inch of this castle is decorated so elegantly that I feel uncomfortably out of place.

The Princess walks to the head of the table where there is food set for two. As she sits, she motions me over with a welcome smile. I quickly walk to her side, taking the seat to her right. "You must be famished. Please, eat."

I nod, hesitantly taking a bright red apple out of the bowl of fruit in front of me. Being in a place like this, I really don't have much of an appetite, but I feel I should eat if only to please her. "Princess, please tell me about how my arrival seems strange."

"Well, you see, no more than two years ago, our land was saved from an evil called Ganondorf who had tried to take over the land with a power barrowed from a realm called the Twilight. The Hero who saved us from a wicked fate was a man named Link from the Ordona Province." She smiles with a whispered sigh. It looks as if she's visiting a good memory in her silence before she returns her attention to me. "According to the legends of our land, only one tragedy befalls us every few generations and therefore, the Hero appears only during that time; never before has there been a time where there were two in a single generation. Furthermore, you are the first known female Hero. All the others prior to you that we know of have been males."

"I see… I guess that is kind of weird." I look down trying to absorb the information while my already small appetite is slowly lost. "Are you sure that I'm a Hero and not just some random girl? I mean, there must be others with this mark, right? Others who aren't the Hero?"

"Yes, there are others with this mark. I am one of the three of this generation that has been granted a piece of the Triforce by the Goddesses." She begins to take off her left glove, revealing a mark near identical to mine; the only difference being that there're various other markings surrounding the triangle. "There are only three per generation that are born with this mark, each representing a different side of the Triforce. I am the one representing wisdom; the Hero, Link, represents courage; and the last represents power, who was the one called Ganondorf. It is told that every time the three marks appear, the one who represents power becomes strangely deformed and obsessed with taking over the land to increase there own power. Since you are neither deformed or bare other markings like mine, it's logical to assume that you bare the part of the Triforce that represents courage."

"Wait, if there're only three people per generation, then that must mean I come from another generation? But that doesn't make any sense…" I try to decipher the puzzle laid before me, but struggle to make sense of what I've discovered. It's all so confusing and yet it's so simple, which makes it even more confusing.

"I'm sure that the Goddesses will reveal your fate to you in due time." She stands from her seat gracefully, finished with her light meal. "If you're finished, I will have someone take you back to your room. I advise you to awake tomorrow prepared for the journey ahead. I have someone I would like for you to meet."

Someone for me to meet? I watch her leave as a black haired guard comes to my side. I stand up with the want to be alone, though I have barely have touched my food. It's not like I was very hungry in the first place anyway.

He leads me down the same path that the Princess had lead me through earlier with the many hallways and stairs. Traveling through all the elegance is overwhelming; I don't know how the guards can walk down the halls everyday so calmly. The castle's elegancy is nearly too much to bare.

He leaves me alone in the room that I had awoke in just a few hours ago after giving a respectful bow and closes the door behind him. I thank him and just stand at the door for a long while. Eventually, I move to the window and sit in a stool, just gazing out at the world below. It makes me wonder what's out there. I take peace in the momentary distraction from the thoughts of me being a Hero, along with everything else I've found out.

I stay there for a long time, watching the land as the sun moves in its predictable path through the sky. When the sun is nearing twilight, I let out a long sigh as I stand, gazing once more at the outside world before turning to my temporary quarters. I walk over and plummet onto the silk bedding mentally exhausted. There's so much that I don't know that I can't clarify and it frustrates me as much as it drains me.

If this land has already been through times of trouble, I wonder what I'm doing here. I mean, there has to be a reason for me to not have any memories and be here. I wonder where I came from anyway. It's not like I just came out of nowhere; I must've come from somewhere, but where could that be… I just hope I can get out of this castle soon. It's too fancy and gives me a bad feeling in my gut; as if a bad memory wants to arise, but reluctant to show its face. Sighing as I pull the pillow towards me, I rest my chin on its soft fabric while my mind ties to deal with the hurricane of thoughts that continue to circle. I should get some rest before my brain cells commit suicide from thinking too much…