I have loved Ocarina of Time for a while. And many people have done their renditions of a POST-MM story.

So I decided to to my own thing. This is post MM by... say, several thousand years. ()

But this intro chapter doesn't have LOZ in it... it's just insight to the two main OCs in this story- take heart, there will be MANY OCs in this story.

I haven't decided on pairings. If anyone wants to make a suggestion, feel free. But... just give me some reasoning. I don't want this to turn into a shipping war shouting match.

Enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: If I owned Nintendo, then I would not only be crazy-rich, but I'd come up with something more original than 'collect the pendants/stones/relics/what-have-you' for Link... poor boy must be getting bored.

--PROLOGUE: THE TABLE BY THE WINDOW--

The table by the window was theirs, and theirs alone. For this, one Dizene Solov was very grateful.

For the gall of her parents to name her sorry self 'Dizene,' not so much.

But the window table was a blessing to her. It was always clean. Always welcome. Nobody sticking you with pointy elbows. Whether the seating was blessed, she did not know, because nobody but herself and her sole best friend ever dared so much as flick a stray French fry across the mess hall onto it.

Blessed, or cursed? Perhaps the reason nobody sat at it beside herself was right in front of her. And cursed or not, she would die before circumstances changed.

It took no words between the other girls to understand that her greatest friend, Morrigan Rengard, was to be left alone as much as possible. And that her table was not to be sat at. And no chip crumbs were to fall on her bunk. And some god had better save the poor soul that actually decides to prank her.

The one exception to this rule, however, was Dizene. She was safe- Morrigan had been her single companion for a long time. And they both wanted to keep it that way. It wasn't that they were antisocial. It was an environment issue. A luck issue.

To put it bluntly, they both had rotten luck when it came to people. Their school had a sub-par environment to say the least. They had gotten a bad batch to spend their four years together with. It was the middle of that third year, and they both had not found anyone of interest among the crowd of contractor's kids and sales' clerk's children. And summer camp was no better.

Dizene never had to wonder why other girls found Morrigan… well, terrifying. Some people are born smart, she thought. Some people are born lucky.

Morrigan was born tough. It was just how she was. If you looked at her, you couldn't very well think that here in front of you was a normal girl. You would get the impression that this… beast was cleverer, more dangerous, more of a threat, tougher than what logic would suggest. Wasp sting? Barely noticed it until it swelled to the size of an orange. A rogue punch? An 'ouch' at the most. Demons in scary movies? They probably owed her money.

Maybe it was her presence that unnerved people. Her eyes just seemed to stare all the time, grabbing contact and practically stealing it right out of your eyes. Her smile was wide, friendly even, but slightly crooked as if she knew some nasty joke hidden from the rest of the world. Her laugh was quiet, polite, but held some ominous quality that make a normal human shiver.

Genetics, Dizene frowned to herself as she took a bite out of her grilled cheese. It wasn't her fault that she took after her father… a father that while very nice was a dead ringer for some storybook villain, right down to the maniacal, malevolent laugh. And heaven forbid that the man ever got angry…

Morrigan was not a Normal Little Girl. From her shadow-black hair to her somewhat sarcastic sense of humor, something about her was a little unsettling to most of the sane population.

But she had never made fun of Dizene's name. And that was what counted.

And a nice, clear table was a definite plus.

--

She was thankful for the table by the window.

Morrigan generally didn't give out thanks very often. If there was one thing she hated, it was being in debt to somebody. She disliked help when she could manage on her own. It was in her nature to be independent, even to the point of forsaking company.

Except for one person, she reminded herself. But she couldn't stand most people. They were shallow, she felt. Taking everything at face value only. Taking even the best things for granted. It would be a lie to say she wasn't selfish or ill tempered herself, but at least she was honest about her faults, about the fact that she wasn't exactly another typical girl.

Brace up, Morri, she told herself as she grabbed a second helping of potatoes. It's better to be slightly crazy and know it than hypocritical and doubt it.

But for all her antisocial nature, there were a few people she could stand. Really, it wasn't so much of a type of people as just a simple, general trait that in an ideal world would be universal.

Guts.

That was it. She liked guts.

And that was why she liked Dizene more than most everybody else. She had guts.

What was funny about it was that Dizene looked like the most un-gutsy person ever to walk the earth. When most hear the word 'guts,' most envision a burly, masculine biker man or somebody equally dangerous-looking.

Morrigan hated taking things at face value. And that was what led her to Dizene.

Dizene was thin, feminine, and actually quite pretty-looking. If you took her at face value, all you would see was a considerably attractive platinum blonde with a cute freckle next to her left eye. The damsel-in-distress type, not the gutsy type. The fact she wore glasses didn't help, either.

Oh, she had guts, all right, Morrigan laughed from within as she took a bite of chicken. For inside that almost Barbie-like exterior was a hidden tenacity that even rivaled her own epic stubbornness and a dangerously open, creative mind to boot. Maybe she wasn't too sturdy physically at a common glance (upon closer inspection, the fact that she ran for the track team was obvious) but she had the sheer, raw willpower to keep going… and going… and going… even to the point at which Morrigan herself would have to submit to her. On a bad day, anyway.

On some level, they both understood that appearances were deceiving. Dizene was not the pretty, empty-headed doll that most believed her to be. Morrigan was not the cruel-hearted bogey-woman that she often got passed off as. They were both something more than what was obvious.

Dizene didn't flinch at her stare. Dizene didn't draw back when she laughed. Dizene didn't fear her when she smiled. Dizene sat with her at mealtimes. Dizene got crumbs all over her bunk. Dizene actually pranked her for godsakes!

Dizene had guts. And that was what counted.

And company at the table was a definite plus.

--

Dizene and Morrigan are my two main OCs in this story, and I've done a lot of thinking on them.

Dizene is the daughter of the lead administrator of a virtual-reality immersion game called Hope. She is careful, patient, and has a will of steel. While she is much braver than she thinks, she is passive and doesn't believe in herself, which often causes her to hide behind her more aggressive friend. She has some fighting experience from the combat aspect of Hope, but no more. She is more intelligent than clever and needs to take time to think things over... but she is sensible and will reason with Morrigan... because she is strangely protective... and generally a straightlace when it comes to rules. She takes great care in everything she does and will plan things out to perfection to ensure that she gets exactly what she wants.

Morrigan comes from Katai, a territory up north. It's full of ice, snow, and metal mines. It's a very rough environment (society is pretty much controlled by various families/mobs/mafias), and by contrast to Dizene she is an excellent fistfighter. She is clever, quick-thinking, street-smart, and extremely aggressive. But as hard as she can throw her fists around, she often needs help aiming them at the right people and her tiny amount of patience often causes her to go to extreme measures and use brute force or be downright dishonest means to achieve her ends. She has little concern for rules and doesn't care if she tramples somebody unfairly to get what she wants. But as a good quality, she is noble and loyal to a fault and will do practically anything to defend Dizene/things she likes. Morrigan for whatever reason has a terrible sense of fear/danger and will not scream or flee in fear under any circumstances- favoring to simply attack and pummel instead. This is a FAULT- she doesn't recognize what can hurt her and causes her to be extremely irrational.

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Thanks for reading! I promise I'll get to the good stuff next chapter!