So... First story huh? I honestly hope that things are good in this case, but to be honest I'm not so sure how things are going to go. This is the first time I've done anything when it come to the Legend of Zelda, and with this being just a prologue chapter, I'm worried as to what people will think. I hope this story turns out well to be honest, but I guess I'm just going to have to wait and find out. I hope to hear from you guys!

War never changes. The weapons may advance, and the methods may change, but there are things that never change no matter how hard people try. War is cruel and unforgiving even to those that live and breath its methods and effects. Those people are as cruel as war itself can be, but they never get what they want out of it in the end no matter how hard they try. The biggest example of this, however, is the constant struggle between light and darkness. The goal of this war, being the Triforce, a mystical golden treasure that is said to be able to grant any wish no matter what it is that the person wishes from it.

For every treasure, however, there is always someone to guard it. These guardians were named, the Sheikah tribe. With large amounts of magic, enough to where one would have to practice from a young age to wield it, these warriors protected the Triforce from any monster, or greedy soul that desired the sacred treasure. Each fought in a different way, and with different methods, but there was one thing they all had in common. Their skin a tan that would put a farmers to shame, red eyes the color of blood, and hair as white as fresh winter snow, the Sheikah tribe were easy to spot when they wanted to be seen.

Of course, for every guardian, there is one that allied themselves with each other, and in this case it would be the tribe of wanderers, Their name's unknown. Their eyes, however, were like looking directly into a vat of melted silver, something that would cause even the bravest to shiver. With a humanoid shape, and ears as pointy as an arrow, they were easy to spot as well, but with their job, it is obvious that they would need to stay hidden when they were able to.

This group were the keepers of history. From the beginning of recorded time, they had kept records as to what it is that has happened. Whether the history is good or bad never mattered, they protected, and showed what history really was like, even with many different tales circulating. Of course, this made some people really unhappy, and caused the tribe to go into hiding due to the fact that said people wanted the truth to disappear. But one does not so easily destroy a whole tribe without trouble.

Thus war broke out between the regular human's, and those that wished to protect their treasures, whether it be the Triforce, gifted to man by the golden goddesses, or the truth of history. As such, the Hylians, those chosen by the goddess Hylia herself, choose to protect the tribes as best they could, leading to all out war between humans and the Goddesses chosen people. And as with all war, certain things do not always go as they are wanted.

Sometimes, worse things appear in the midst of all the chaos.

-Forged by fire-

"I don't care how many of them there are, we need to push them back!" The loud yell of a human broke through the silence, causing several people that were nearby to flinch at the volume.

Inside of the tent were several human's, all of which were shady looking individuals by themselves. No one had their face shown, however, due to the fact that all of them, men for that matter, had armor and helmets on. The man that had yelled, a taller man with several inches on the others in the room, moved his head around, obviously glaring at the others in the tent.

"Do none of you realize how valuable that treasure is?! If we can capture it, then we would be able to wish for whatever we wanted!" The tall man continued, the greed in his voice obvious even as he continued to pound his fist on the table "These 'Sheikah' as you call them should be no problem for those of our number!"

One of the other men, a man who had a nervous feeling to him, spoke up "But sire, would it not be wise to tell the men what it is that we are going to war for in the first place? I fear that Morale is dropping since they seem to think that this is a fruitless endeavor."

"Telling the men would cause many of them to desert us you fool." Another man, this one with a horned helmet of all things, spoke him with his arms crossed "There is a reason that it is only us that know about this object."

The leader of the group gave a sound nod towards that "Exactly. This is why we must finish this petty skirmish as soon as possible so that we do not lose more men. Pfeh, Hylians, Sheikah… It doesn't matter when the facts point to us having superior numbers."

Giving a short salute, all of the men left the tent without another word. Even still, the nervous one kept looking over his shoulder even as he started to leave the tent. Traveling further through the camp, he eventually looked over his shoulder one last time, before dashing straight out of the camp without being seen, and into the trees. The nervous man let out a small chuckle, before stopping several feet from the camp near a rock, quickly going behind it, where the sound of metal shifting and scraping could be heard.

Eventually the person came from behind the rock, showing that the armored man, was in fact a woman, whose eyes were quickly shifting colors as she went tugged at a belt that looked to be made of rough leather.

"Fools, the lot of them. A frontal assault would just lead to the slaughter of men that do not deserve, or wish, to die." The woman spoke, her voice being a slightly deep, and rich, tone that would cause many a weak kneed men to fall over with the right words.

Of course, her looks did little to help with that either. Her skin was a slightly pale tone, one that showed a person got very little sunlight, with a heart shaped face, and unblemished skin, accenting her (currently) almond colored eyes. Of course the fact that she had clothes that left very little to the imagination did little to help anyone that was looking towards her. In fact, her clothes seemed to be more geared towards someone who was a dancer, then a fighter. Her hair, long, sleek, and black as midnight, held up into a neat high ponytail now that it was out of the stuffy armor. A pair of golden bangles, ruby's right in the center, hanging around her wrists flashing when the light hit them. A thin top that covered from just above her breasts, to just blow them, with a designed collar, which covered her shoulders resting upon her form as well.

Of course, any man looking towards the rest of her body might have very well fainted from the fact that you could see her right leg, all the way up to the hip, but the other leg covered by a half skirt. On the skirt, which was a dark blue color, where white gears, almost like those within a clock, that interconnected. A pair of simple sandals adorned her feet, though with a similar pair of golden bangles around her ankles, but with a blue gem in the center instead. In all she oozed sexuality, which was the goal, since she did not often dress like this.

Twirling thrice to get some air into her clothes, the woman gave a sigh of contentment, before she started to walk deeper into the woods, not a single hint of fear entering her being. Her guise of a dancer was one that many of the Borealis used. Though they had little when it came to the way of magic, at least compared to the Sheikah, they knew enough as to hide their more eye catching appearances. As such, her hair and eyes were not their real color.

A soft smile made its way onto her face when she thought of the fact that she had tricked the humans into thinking that she was one of them. If she was honest, she really didn't like the species as a while considering the fact that they were starting the a war over something so simple. If they started a way for the Triforce of all things, then that meant that their reasons were completely selfish, something that caused her to become furious. The woman was truly unsure of what to think of things around her at least as far as the humans were concerned. She did not wish genocide upon them, but the idiots in charge made her wonder what else could be done.

The dancer stopped in her tracks quickly when she heard branches snapping from trees, causing her to jump back quickly, even as something crashed into the ground in front of her. The dust that picked up from the impact caused the woman to startle, but even then she still got into a fighting stance to try and defend herself in case whatever it was that fell was hostile.

The dust slowly started to clear, leaving a small crater around whatever it was that crashed into the ground, but the fact of the matter was nothing monstrous was the result of the crash. Inching towards the crash sight, the woman was shocked to find that in the center of the crater was a woman of all things. Despite everything, her eyes were still open for a brief second, before they rolled into the back of her head as she fainted. It was still long enough though for the tribe woman to spot the glowing silver eyes that she held. Not one member of her tribe had their eyes glow before, if she was honest, it unnerved her.

Even still the woman in the crater was, if nothing else, very fit. She had a shirt of a sort on, as well as a pair of oddly shaped trousers, ones that seemed to have pouches sewn into the legs. Her hair was a brilliant mix of green and blue, something that the woman honestly believed was not possible, but the color went down to the roots, so it must have been natural. The one thing that reinforced the fact that she needed to get this woman to her tribe, however, was the fact that there was the shape of a loftwing of all things upon the back of her hand.

The woman frowned at the fact that getting close to the woman, she could see no possible reason why she should have survived. The only thing that she could think of was that one of the three Goddesses, or even the Goddess herself, had caused her to come here. Whatever the reason was, there should have been no normal way that this woman have survived such a deadly crash.

Deciding to not think on it anymore, the woman gently picked up the woman that was within the crater. Though she may not know what the reason for this woman's survival, there had to be a reason that she was the one to find her, especially in times such as these. There would be scrutiny upon both her, and the woman in her arms, but if this was a sign from any of the goddesses, then this woman needed to survive, something that would not happen if she was by herself in the middle of the woods.

Whatever the reason at the moment, she just wished that the woman would wake up without problems. She did not like the idea of bringing someone to her tribe, only for them to die from injuries. Death was normal, but the needless loss of life was not something that anyone in her tribe enjoyed.

Hopefully this woman would be the catalyst for things to start calming down, though the tribe woman thought that it might be the opposite.

So... What did you guys think? To be honest this was just to introduce the fact that there is a war going on, but other then that there really isn't all that much going on with this. I hope you guys enjoyed this and I'm going to try and post the next chapter whenever I can. It might take a while considering that I do work, but other then that there really shouldn't be to much of a problem getting it out as soon as I can. Hope to hear from you guys soon about this, and please, be honest about it.