Hi all! So, this isn't the first story that I've ever written, but it is the first one I've ever posted. Hopefully it won't be the last. I welcome any kinds of comments. I've found in my experience not to be afraid of flames, because truth be told, probably not many people are even going to care enough to post a comment, let alone take the time to read this. So sure, flame away if you don't like it. I'll just be happy to see evidence that people are reading my stuff!

Mogmas and all LOZ places and things are the property of Nintendo blah blah blah. All I own are my OCs and my ideas for the Mogma's home. I hope you enjoy!

This is a story from long ago, when humans used to live at the base of Eldin volcano. Back then the people didn't know the volcano was still active. It was just the ideal place for farmers to live. The fertile volcanic soil was ideal for growing the best of crops, and raising many kinds of livestock. They were known far and wide for producing the best food and milk around. They were a peaceful people, and lived happily – for a time. This is the story of the unforeseen disaster that befell them, and of the one girl who survived.

Cressa's morning started out like any other. She arose before the sun - like always, milked the cows - like always, and fed the cucco's - like always. Such was her routine every morning for as long as she could remember. Just like all other farm children, she was required to help with the chores once she was old enough, and these were just a few of them that her parents had assigned to her.

She really didn't mind the chores. Cressa knew how important it was to help out around the farm, for the sake of her's and her family's livelihood. However, she also knew that her little brother was almost old enough to start helping out as well, and she would be lying if she said she wasn't looking forward to that.

After Cressa had finish spreading out all the feed for the cuccos, she wrapped up the sack she was carrying and headed back into the house to help her mother finish breakfast. Like always, she though with a roll of her deep onyx eyes and a toss of her curly, raven hair. It's not that she was unhappy with her life, but sometimes she just wished there was a little more excitement in it. She thought it would be nice to have a change from the old boring routine now and again.

"Cressa, could you please get the bread out of the oven for me? I think it's just about done." Her mother told her as she came into the kitchen. She was already busy frying eggs, and didn't want to have them burn.

"Yes ma'am," Cressa replied and picked up a couple of towels before opening the oven and removing the hot stone platter with her mother's freshly baked bread. She inhaled the aromas wafting from the bread with pleasure, before setting it on top of the oven to cool. People in the village would brag that her mother made the best bread in the whole world, and her family tended to agree with them. It was one of Cressa's favorite times of day. When the sun was just peaking up over the horizon and she had the pleasure of having breakfast with her family, eating her mother's famous bread with homemade butter.

It must have been this aroma that roused her little brother from bed, because only a couple minutes later he came toddling around the corner, yawning and rubbing his eyes with sleepiness.

"Is breakfast ready yet?" he mumbled as he slid into his seat at the table.

"Almost, now Thomas before you get too comfortable, why don't you help your sister set the table before your father comes in?" her mother suggested.

Thomas groaned his displeasure, but arose non-the-less. "Yes ma'am," he answered and grabbed a stack of plates from the cupboard. It was clear that Thomas was not going to enjoy getting up early to do chores as much as his sister.

They had almost finished setting the table when their father strode into the room. "Mmmmmm, smells good in here!" he bellowed and pulled off his heavy boots with a thud.

Their mother smiled at him. "You say that every morning dear," she reminded him.

"Ah yes, and yet every morning it is as true as the last," he grinned and ambled over to his wife, giving her a tender kiss on the side of her head. Thomas made a face, but it made Cressa smile.

Her father was a very large man that dwarfed his wife, and yet he always tried to be as gentle and considerate of her as possible. He was generally a pretty jolly and easygoing man, and tended to let the misdeeds of his children slide rather than discipline them, as the other townsfolk felt he should. While it wouldn't have hurt Thomas to receive some extra correction, Cressa was her father's precious jewel and he would retaliate saying that she could not have turned out more perfect.

Now Cressa knew she was far from perfect, but she did try her best to stay out of trouble and please her parents. Thomas on the other hand only became more mischievous with age. He took after his father in the sense that he was rather laid back, but he would rather play than work, which many people saw as a bad habit. Thomas also looked to have inherited his father's stature, for he was almost as tall as Cressa even though he was several years her junior.

Cressa on the other hand took after her mother. She was rather petite for her age, and for now only stood as tall as her mother's shoulders. She was hoping to grow a little taller as she got older, but for now it was hard to tell how much bigger she would get. Being short wasn't exactly a blessing when you lived on a farm.

"Well my love, instead of just complementing on the way the food smells, why don't you have a seat so we can all enjoy some breakfast," their mother suggested merrily.

"By gosh you're right! No sense standing around chatting while breakfast gets cold! Let's eat!" their father bellowed enthusiastically as he plopped himself down in his chair at the head of the table. Everyone else sat down around him as he grabbed a big loaf of bread and began to spread butter on it.

After breakfast was finished, Thomas went out with his father to watch and learn how he worked in the fields and with the livestock. Meanwhile, Cressa helped her mother put away the remaining food for later and gather up all the dirty dishes into a large basket. One of Cressa's other chores was to wash all of the dishes in the nearby spring after each meal. Living near a volcano meant that fresh water was not an abundant resource. Even so, the villagers did have access to several small springs that were located just outside and around the village.

When Cressa had all the dishes loaded into the basket, she hoisted it onto her back. And with a bar of homemade soap from her mother, she set out for the nearest spring.

As much as Cressa loved spending quality time with her family during meals, she also very much enjoyed the quiet, alone time she experienced when doing the dishes. At this time of day there would be no other people within at least a mile of the spring, and all she could hear was the gentle sound of flowing water and the soft chirping of the songbirds.

Cressa set her basket down right at the edge of the pool that the spring created as it came flowing out the side of the rock face. She pulled out a plate and the bar of soap and began scrubbing off the stuck on food. Then when she finished, she would set the dish on a rock in the sun to dry.

Even though she knew she was completely alone, there were times when Cressa was here doing dishes that the creepy feeling that she was being watched would shiver down her spine. Then she couldn't help but turn her head to look, only find the vast landscape staring back at her. She knew she was being silly, but the feeling was so overpowering that at times she couldn't help it.

She especially got the feeling when she would sing along with her scrubbing. Sometimes she would pretend it was a secret admirer watching her, but he was just too shy to let her see him. It made her laugh when she thought about it, such a ridiculous notion. However, she did very much enjoy singing while she worked, and so she began to sing one of her favorite songs. It was a song that her mother used to sing to her brother and her as a lullaby before they went to sleep.

(To be sung to the tune of Zelda's lullaby)

Goddess on high, please hear my plea

Bless my home, my children and me

Make my fields stay green and strong

And help the days be long

However, as she sang, little did she know that today was not going to be like other days. In fact no one could have sensed the imminent danger that they were all in as the magma below the volcano was about to reach it's rupture point!

No sooner had Cressa finished her song that the earth beneath her feet began to rumble in a very odd way. It began gently at first, and she looked around with a confused expression trying to find the source. After a minute the rumbling became much more intense. Cressa leapt to her feet and gawked around in shock as the dishes she had so carefully placed to dry were now leaping off their respective stones and crashing to the ground, shattering instantly.

She had never experienced anything like this, and she was very frightened as the ground's convulsing became so intense that she was having trouble keeping her balance. Then, when she thought things couldn't get any worse, she heard a deafening explosion, and looked up to her complete horror to see burning, red hot liquid gushing out of the top of the mountain that overshadowed her village. Rocks were raining down from above, and a black cloud of soot was darkening the sky.

Cressa didn't know what to do! She was scared out of her wits and felt completely helpless as all she could do was watch the flood of burning liquid slowing make its way toward her village. She had to warn the villagers, her family, she had to try to help! Cressa broke out into a run, doing her best to dodge the debris. Unfortunately she didn't make it far. The intense shaking of the earth got the better of her, and she tripped, her head banging against a large rock on the ground. The last thing she remembered seeing was the burning fluid just reaching the edge of village before she lost consciousness.

Maybe it was coincidence, or maybe destiny, who can say for sure? But Cressa was lucky enough to have someone watching her that day. Someone she didn't even know existed, but who had been living just under her feet for even longer than the village had been there.

Well, there's the first Chapter. I know not very long or exciting. The good stuff starts next Chapter. Please review if you feel like it! I know it would make me happy!

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