I'm not a writer, or artist, or anything of the sort. I just like Legend of Zelda a lot. And microbiology...but that's another matter.

So. Storytime. Which means warnings! Possible crappy writing. Definitely crappy titles. Some violence and/or language. Sheik-POV. Eventual yaoi. Hear that? YAOI. Sheik is his own character - it may or may not be AU, whatever. I know in the game he's Zelda, I'm wrong, etc. Don't really want to hear it, however rude that sounds.

And of course, I don't own Zelda or Nintendo or anything remotely related. I do, however, have an awesome Sheik costume, which I made myself. I also have rights to this story...which may not be saying much.

Black-Out

Oh, Hell.

I wasn't prepared for this.

The book shudders between my fingers, wisps and strains of a powerful magic spell being reabsorbed from my body, from the symbols now burned into the floor, even from what seems to be the room itself - and I have no earthly idea of what's going on anymore. I feel my energy being drained, as if from a distance. I see the book leave my hands, too, as if from a distance. Or maybe from another realm...everything's hazy..it's so far away. For all I know I could be that far away.

From the same distance, I see the book slam shut - at the same time, I'm slammed back into the present, nearly knocked into the floor, and all of the haze of time and place is gone.

A loud boom, quakelike, and now I'm actually lying on the floor. I choose to stay here, grimacing at the taste of blood from my busted lip, and wait for someone to come up and see what's going on. What I'm going to tell them, I have no idea; I myself have no idea.

All I know is that a minute ago I was talking to the Hero of Time, in the Temple of Time, before his battle with Ganandorf, no less - and now I'm lying here in my childhood room. My childhood room, located in a completely different plane than that of Hyrule. In fact, I'm still 12, a perfunctory glance at my hand tells me. The age I was when I picked up that damn book, did what it said, and somehow fucked with space and time itself.

'I'm never screwing around with magic again,' I swore to myself.

About this time I hear a door burst open, and, surprise surprise, it's a guard. As a kid, seven years ago (wait, it still is seven years ago, my brain chimed in), they were always keeping an eye on me...because...well, people from my tribe weren't really supposed to use magic. I guess I could see why, given what had just transpired. I'd heard that some other tribes dabbled in it, and of course, there was the reclusive tribe of Amin-fär, only rumored to exist, steeped in magic...

So now I'd caused what seemed to be a small explosion, using magic, and was currently staring up at an angry-looking guard. Angry was putting it lightly - he'd probably send me to the city's dungeons...I was starting to remember this guy, and I'm pretty sure he's wanted me locked up for years. Those who performed magic weren't trusted at all, and added on to that was the fact that I was an orphan (oh yeah...I'd forgotten about that), and, well...he just didn't like me too much. I think I may have egged him once, or something.

I sat up and groaned, not looking forward to finding another way to stay out of jail, again. I didn't think that Pari, one of the head caretakers who seemed to have some affinity for me, could get me out of this one. The guard was looking more and more livid by the second, the more evidence of magic he saw.

He headed towards me, I scooted backwards, and we both paused at the sound of footsteps on the stairs. Pari stopped at the threshold of the doorway, stunned. She took one look at the room, then at me, then from the guard to the room and back to the guard again. The next thing I knew, a cruel-looking knife had miraculously found its way through the guard's throat and Pari's normally soft, melodic voice harshly whispered "We have to go. Now."

"But-"

"No time for questions."

I was perplexed, and about to open my mouth again, when she crossed the space between us, spread her fingers - and all was black.

Yes, it's short. It's more a prelude than anything...in fact, these first chapters are all kind of set-up. Sorry about that. I was writing, and it became more and more necessary.

Also, Sheik doesn't normally curse that much...but wouldn't you, if you were in that situation?