Author's Note: I am not sure what to say. I suppose this is my first serious Zelda story, and I hope I can find the will to see it to the end. It shall be my first complete story, I hope! For those of you wondering what this is, OUST is a tale set in a modern Hyrule setting. It could be AU or merely in the future, depending on which you like better. Either way, it is set after and/or based on the Wind Waker timeline, which includes Phantom Hourglass, Spirit Tracks, and possibly Ocarina of Time if you're a fan of that theory like I am. I hope you enjoy this story!
The Princess and the Pirate
They were twins at birth, but they didn't act the same at all. They had the same blond hair, the same blue eyes, the same parents. They didn't have the same names. No, not even similar. For one was named Zelda, after their late mother, and the other was Tetra.
Zelda was a traditional name. The first born daughter of every Nohansen had it. It was said to be the name of the first Queen of Hyrule, back when this place was called Hyrule and there were still nobles and royalty. Now it was all countryside, just lakes and fields and ruined castles to explore.
Not that Zelda ever would. She stayed inside and read her books about fairies and knights and princesses. Their father always called her His Little Princess, and she took it to heart. She was all soft curves and pale skin, her nature demure and sweet and long blonde hair brushed loving until it shone like gold. Just like the princesses of the old.
Tetra didn't want the name anyway. While Zelda curled up in her father's lap on rainy days, safe and warm in front of the fireplace with her book of fairytales, Tetra was always at least a yard away, peering out the window in awe at the vast puddles that seemed almost big enough to be an ocean.
Tetra was the one who explored the castles, pillaged the imaginary Forest Fairy villages and went trudging the lake shore in search of treasure. Her small fingertips weren't soft from turning the pages of a book. She had callouses and scars and skin turned dark brown, though it used to burn so easily when she had first left the house. She wasn't a princess, not in the least. Maybe she could have been at one point, if she let it happen or had been born first. But she didn't and she hadn't. So she called herself a pirate. And that was good enough for her.
Not that there were any pirates nowadays. Those died out a long time ago, along with the princesses and the fairies. And the heroes.
Or so they thought. But that's a story for another day.