Somewhere between the time I was seven and ten I began to see things. Things that others had a hard time seeing or didn't see at all. They weren't visions of the future or the past, but spirits—ghosts—things that should only be visible with the Lens of Truth. I see these things in a half light as they are only half visible to me, and only in my left eye. My mother said that because of my Sheikah heritage I can see things that others can't, but as I'm half Hylian as well, my other eye can't see the world the same as the other. The mix of these two bloodlines—and Queen Zelda's magic to have me conceived—I was born with heterochromia, or better put, two different colour eyes. My right eye is blue, like my father's, but my left is red, like my mother's.
The mixing of races—Sheikah and Hylian—isn't so strange, a little outdated since the Sheikah have died out or left the land, neither have been proven but either could be true. Some people don't see a problem with what I am and most can't even tell. My eyes aren't all that strange in a land that borders the sacred realm and the dark world. My father once told me that there are far more dangerous things in the world that people should worry about rather than worrying about what colour someone's eyes are, and I agree with him. With everything Hyrule has been through, I'm a little surprised that people still worry about little things such as this.
When I was twelve my mother's mentor saw that I was speaking to someone in the graveyard, though most others couldn't see who—or what—I was talking to, Impa knew all too well. She took me under her arm and began to teach me the ways of the Sheikah Tribe. Balance, combat, and even traveling through the shadows, they were all things that she said were important for me to learn, though I never understood how much I needed to learn them. I soon began going on trips with Impa as she taught me what I needed to know as well as teaching me customs and history of my Sheikah blood-line. Mother was a creation of the magic of the Triforce that Queen Zelda used when she and Impa were in hiding from the Evil King, Ganondorf. In the midst of his trials for the Hero of Time, mother had gained his own life and begged the Queen to allow him to exist—and so she did—separating herself from my mother. In turn, they're like siblings, connected for the rest of time, twins of sorts and mother looks a lot like her. I, on the other hand, share more traits with my father, the hero of time.
The story of how my mother and father grew together always makes me smile and someday I wish to have a love as strong as theirs, but as much as I train in the shadows, I may never be a hero like my father, but an aid to one. When Impa took me to train it started only as small trips to the Shadow Temple behind the graveyard. I learned about the shadows and how to manipulate them, a talent in which all Sheikah possess, but being only half, I could only do it for so long and so much before I grew tired. When I wasn't training with Impa, I was working with my father, training in swordsmanship and in more close combat situations than in the shadows.
My story begins in Kakariko Village, where I was born and raised, where I was taught. The village is peaceful, it's not too crowded or too much like Castle Town or too out of the way like Ordon Village. Despite the peace and prosperity that Hyrule has been in since the Hero of Time and—at the time—Princess Zelda saved the kingdom from Ganondorf's reign of terror, there had been whispers in the wind of something coming, but I hadn't been able to understand what they meant at the time. Which brings me to where it began...