1 A Shadow of the Past: A FanFic by Sheik
¤ Disclaimer: I don't own Zelda. Never did, never will. I do own the characters and places I made up, like Benosi, Ramosa, and some others. So please don't use them without my permission.
Young Impa walked happily through her hometown, Kakariko Village. She had every reason to be happy. The war was over, it was a beautiful day, and Shira's daughter, Zelda, had just turned three years old. Shira, or Queen Shira, to be exact, was the wife of King Harkinian of Hyrule, and Zelda was their daughter, the Princess of Hyrule.
A gentle breeze stirred the 13-year-old sheikah's hair. She paused a moment to admire the scene. The warm sunshine beamed down, smiling upon the quiet village. Billowing white clouds danced amidst the gentle breeze away up in the sapphire-blue sky. It was midsummer, and only just beginning to turn hot. As for today, well, it was perfect. From the chimney of one of the huts in the small town there arose a sweet scent of firewood burning and of something roasting.
"Impa! Impa! Come! Shira wants to talk to you, immediately!" A middle- aged Sheikah woman came running up to Impa. "Hello, Ramosa. Where did she say to meet?"
"Your house, as usual," said Ramosa. "I think it's pretty urgent." "Okay, thanks, Ramosa!" Impa ran off towards the house that belonged to Shira. Impa had lived in the Queen's home for as long as she had remembered.
"Hold it right there, little lady." A stern male voice stopped Impa in her tracks. "Queen Shira is very busy right now. No Admittance, not even for residents." She looked up into the bright red eyes of the Sheikan soldier guarding the home. "Hello, Benosi," Impa responded coolly. "I need to get in. Shira summoned me, herself." Benosi sighed, knowing that trying to stop Impa would only result in both of them being delayed for about a quarter of an hour, and stepped aside. Impa bolted in.
In a gilded chair surrounded by Sheikan and Hylian soldiers alike sat Queen Shira, deep in discussion with Rauru, Hyrule's most respected scholar, and, therefore, very wise in most matters.
"We cannot take that chance. If we place guards outside the Stair, They will know that the Sheikah live here. Right now, They think that the Stair leads to some old stone ruins. We must keep it that way."
"Yes, your Majesty, of course. But we must do something to protect your People against the invading forces of the Desert. They are deadly with the Scimitar, as well as the bow, 'tis said."
"Don't you think I know that? Girun!"
"Yes, Ma'am?"
"Position our best archers atop the Windmill and the watch tower. Hide foot soldiers wherever you can, as well as station many out in the open, guarding every home and business. Spare my guard if you must."
"But your Majesty…."
"You heard what I said. Go: we must be ready."
"Yes, Ma'am."
With this a tall, handsome Hylian soldier in shining armor parted through the crowd and walked out. He already could be heard barking orders in the harsh-sounding Hylian language. Rauru also took his leave, bowed, and left. Impa ran up to Shira, curtsied, and looked up at her closest friend.
The Queen was a very beautiful woman: She had very pale blonde hair and soft pale skin. She was tall, slender, and regal. She wore a white blouse and a long blue skirt trimmed with gold under a long, gilded red cape, also trimmed with gold. A golden circlet of gold rested upon her long thick curls. Her deep crimson eyes were sparkling with anxiousness and her usual sense of adventure. She was Shira: the leader of the Sheikah and the Queen of Hyrule. She was also the mother of the Seventh Sage and the legal Guardian of the Sage of Shadow.
"Ah, there she is. Hello, Impa."
"Hello, Ma'am."
"Regani, please take these fine soldiers outside and instruct them in the ways of our adversary."
"Yes, your Majesty."
A handsome Sheikan warrior with brown hair streaked with gray led all the remaining soldiers and anybody else that was in the room outside. As soon as they were gone, Shira turned to Impa. "Do you know what's going on?" she asked. "No…" said Impa, bewildered.
"We have reason to fear a Gerudo attack."
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Well, what did you think? R+R! Chapter two coming soon!
¤ Disclaimer: I don't own Zelda. Never did, never will. I do own the characters and places I made up, like Benosi, Ramosa, and some others. So please don't use them without my permission.
Young Impa walked happily through her hometown, Kakariko Village. She had every reason to be happy. The war was over, it was a beautiful day, and Shira's daughter, Zelda, had just turned three years old. Shira, or Queen Shira, to be exact, was the wife of King Harkinian of Hyrule, and Zelda was their daughter, the Princess of Hyrule.
A gentle breeze stirred the 13-year-old sheikah's hair. She paused a moment to admire the scene. The warm sunshine beamed down, smiling upon the quiet village. Billowing white clouds danced amidst the gentle breeze away up in the sapphire-blue sky. It was midsummer, and only just beginning to turn hot. As for today, well, it was perfect. From the chimney of one of the huts in the small town there arose a sweet scent of firewood burning and of something roasting.
"Impa! Impa! Come! Shira wants to talk to you, immediately!" A middle- aged Sheikah woman came running up to Impa. "Hello, Ramosa. Where did she say to meet?"
"Your house, as usual," said Ramosa. "I think it's pretty urgent." "Okay, thanks, Ramosa!" Impa ran off towards the house that belonged to Shira. Impa had lived in the Queen's home for as long as she had remembered.
"Hold it right there, little lady." A stern male voice stopped Impa in her tracks. "Queen Shira is very busy right now. No Admittance, not even for residents." She looked up into the bright red eyes of the Sheikan soldier guarding the home. "Hello, Benosi," Impa responded coolly. "I need to get in. Shira summoned me, herself." Benosi sighed, knowing that trying to stop Impa would only result in both of them being delayed for about a quarter of an hour, and stepped aside. Impa bolted in.
In a gilded chair surrounded by Sheikan and Hylian soldiers alike sat Queen Shira, deep in discussion with Rauru, Hyrule's most respected scholar, and, therefore, very wise in most matters.
"We cannot take that chance. If we place guards outside the Stair, They will know that the Sheikah live here. Right now, They think that the Stair leads to some old stone ruins. We must keep it that way."
"Yes, your Majesty, of course. But we must do something to protect your People against the invading forces of the Desert. They are deadly with the Scimitar, as well as the bow, 'tis said."
"Don't you think I know that? Girun!"
"Yes, Ma'am?"
"Position our best archers atop the Windmill and the watch tower. Hide foot soldiers wherever you can, as well as station many out in the open, guarding every home and business. Spare my guard if you must."
"But your Majesty…."
"You heard what I said. Go: we must be ready."
"Yes, Ma'am."
With this a tall, handsome Hylian soldier in shining armor parted through the crowd and walked out. He already could be heard barking orders in the harsh-sounding Hylian language. Rauru also took his leave, bowed, and left. Impa ran up to Shira, curtsied, and looked up at her closest friend.
The Queen was a very beautiful woman: She had very pale blonde hair and soft pale skin. She was tall, slender, and regal. She wore a white blouse and a long blue skirt trimmed with gold under a long, gilded red cape, also trimmed with gold. A golden circlet of gold rested upon her long thick curls. Her deep crimson eyes were sparkling with anxiousness and her usual sense of adventure. She was Shira: the leader of the Sheikah and the Queen of Hyrule. She was also the mother of the Seventh Sage and the legal Guardian of the Sage of Shadow.
"Ah, there she is. Hello, Impa."
"Hello, Ma'am."
"Regani, please take these fine soldiers outside and instruct them in the ways of our adversary."
"Yes, your Majesty."
A handsome Sheikan warrior with brown hair streaked with gray led all the remaining soldiers and anybody else that was in the room outside. As soon as they were gone, Shira turned to Impa. "Do you know what's going on?" she asked. "No…" said Impa, bewildered.
"We have reason to fear a Gerudo attack."
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Well, what did you think? R+R! Chapter two coming soon!