Wagner ran as fast he could, trying to get away from a bounty hunter only known as the Huntress. He had heard tales of her, a woman who appeared to be more animal than human. A woman who would stop at nothing to hunt down her prey. It didn't matter how far you ran, she would always find you...This was a fact that Wagner planned to prove false. He was amazed at how fast his legs were taking him, but to beat her he was going to need a horse.
Ah! There was one there! He shoved the astounded peasant off the chestnut mare and leapt onto the mare's back. The horse reared as he made her gallop forward.
"Tsk, tsk. Now not only do I get to bring you in for murder and countless degrees of banditry, but I also get to bring you in for horse theft" the voice was soft and whispery, yet he heard it just fine.
He turned his head and saw a sight that chilled his blood. The Huntress was running on foot, keeping perfect pace with the horse. A demoness, that was what she was, he decided, a demoness. No wonder she kept her face covered with that blank opal mask. She was obviously hiding the fact that she was a demon! Wagner urged the mare to go faster. Except, the mare was doing the exact opposite. No! It was said if you were caught by the Huntress, she gave you a fate worse than death. He felt a hand close upon his shoulder and drag him roughly to the ground.
Once on the ground, he attempted to get away. "Please! Spare me!" he cried "I'll give you anything you want! Just please don't kill me!"
"Kill you?" came the Huntress' voice "why would I want to kill disgusting scum, like you? If you are to die, then that will be up to the authority. I'm just the one who hunts the sheep who think themselves wolves." she hated those who thought themselves, predators when all they were were stupid rabbits who have forgotten what a true predator looked like. Though, she had had fun hunting this one down. Prey always ran when it realized it was being hunted.
Wagner moaned. The authority was even worse then what he had thought she was going to do to him. Maybe before the Demon King rose to power sixteen years ago, he would have been grateful to be given to them. But now? Not so much. He'd rather be brutally killed at this Demon's hands.
"Ah, we've been looking for that one," the Moblin said licking his lips, "thank you, Huntress."
"Any other work that I can do?" the Huntress asked, passive beneath her mask.
"actually, yes." the Moblin said "There is an upstart shiekah in the south-east. The King would be most pleased if you were to capture him"
He handed her a wanted poster. She read it: Wanted: Shiek, Reward: Three Thousand Rupees Not too bad of reward. it was actually a bit more than what she normally got.
"I'll take the job."
The Moblin grinned, "a pleasure doing business with you."
Hi, this is my first published Zelda fic. I hope you enjoy this first chapter! hopefully the next few are longer! :)