G'day, mates! This is my first story, review and tell me what you think. Suggestions and constructive criticism are welcome. Flames, however, will be used to roast marshmallows. Sorry for any bad spelling or grammar.
Zelda clutched her guardian, Impa, as she rode out of the castle on her white, majestic horse. Her mind kept picturing the scene that had just took place. Her father, the king, laying in a pool of blood in front of the throne, along with many guards who had tried to protect him. Oh, father. I told you not to trust the gerudo. Why wouldn't you listen. Zelda's eyes flashed open at the sound of nearby thunder. Without realising it, a storm had cast itself upon the castle, and the rain that fell on the princess' face had mixed with her salty tears. She kept looking back at the townspeople, wishing she could warn them of their inevitable fate. They would most certainly die like her father.
All seemed lost to Zelda, until she saw the green-clad kokiri standing outside the castle.
"Link!" Zelda screamed, wishing Impa would stop. Realising she wouldn't, she risked everything and threw the ocarina to link. Zelda was never good with accuracy, or any physical activty for that manner, and she heard a splash as it fell into the moat. Zelda gasped as she saw the king of thieves himself, there on his dark horse pull to a stop in front of Link. It appeared that they were hidden from view, and soon the eerie fog had covered the kokiri and the gerudo. Zelda was about to ask where they were heading to when she saw a blinding flash of light and heard a child screaming. Assuming that child was Link, Zelda feared the worst.
"I-Impa?" Zelda stuttered.
"Yes, child?" The sheikah inquired.
"Where are we going?"
"To a village run by the sheikah tribe. Like Kakariko was, until it was opened to the public."
They rode on in silence for a while, past Lon-Lon ranch and the Kokiri forest, to a small, narrow pathway through the trees, between the kokiri village and the entrance to lake Hylia. Soon they passed a bridge over a ravine, and a gate with a sign saying something in ancient Hylian. Zelda had never bothered studying ancient Hylian.
The village buildings were made of mostly wood, with goat horns hung as decorations. Almost every house had patches of pumpkin crop outside. This was far different from castle life. Zelda hadn't noticed the time go by, but the sun was already rising above the horizon. Even at this early time, there were plenty of people out and about. Unlike the dirty farm clothes the princess was expecting the population here would wear, they all wore tight but flexible clothing, fit for hand-to-hand she had seen was muscular and lean. Zelda hoped they wouldn't see her as a stuck-up, lazy princess that didn't work for herself, but she really was and she knew it.
Impa slowed the horse down to a trot, and stopped in front of a large building by a river with a water wheel attached to it. When they dismounted and entered the building, Zelda was greeted with the face of a grumpy old lady.
"What's this? Who is she? What is she doing here?" The old woman crackled.
"Norns, this is princess Zelda. She escaped from Hyrule with me." Impa replied.
"Escaped what?" The old woman obviously named Norn asked.
"The king of thieves," Impa replied in a kurt tone "Hyrule has fallen."
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