SK: I found it I found it! I had started Silvia and Illiam's back story in a notebook and I lost it. Now I have found it and here is chapter 1! Hey guys, it's been awhile hasn't it? Those still on m alert list are probably like,, "She isn't dead?" Not dead and I have a new story. Well semi-new =.= I'll let you guys read and then comment at the end. Oh and a friendly warning, this is the background story of three of my original characters...so it focus' on them. Just saying.

Chapter 1 Three Stones, Two Sheikah, A Hero and his Sage

A pain-filled scream echoed throughout the night air. A cool wind blew through the otherwise empty corridor. A pair of blood-shaded eyes gazed in curiosity. Just what was that scream? A gruff voice he recognized as his uncle's flew to his elongated ears. Their design assisted his hearing beyond that of Hylian ears. This advantage allowed the young Sheikah to listen in on his uncle and mother.

"I know what the odds are Impa." The boy felt his body freeze, not fully understanding just why. Maybe it was something in his Uncle's tone. It just sounded so very sad. "My wife will probably not make it through the night because of her injury."

"I'm sorry Sheik," her voice carried a heavy burden, "she was just trying to save me…" Her voice grew quiet as she spotted the little boy. He held up his arms, wanting to comfort his mother as much as he wanted her comfort. It didn't take long for her strong arms to pull him up and into a gentle embrace. Her arms held him against her chest; the steady beat of her heart soon filled his ears.

"Mama," he whispered the loving name with the carefree tenderness and endless understanding only a naive child could show. Barely seen through the white cloth he used as a mask, Sheik gave his nephew a knowing smile and walked back toward the room they had come from.

"My little Illiam," he felt her warmth, her love. Slowly, as the hours passed he felt her pain, her tears. Her grip around him tightened as he felt her sense of loss. Illiam buried his face in his mother's chest, holding her. Soon he heard the rhythm of his uncle's soft breathing. Curious and confused eyes watched his uncle. Impa released her son and gently set him down on the floor in front of her. She stood back up and Illiam clutched onto the cloth of his mother's pants. A small bundle nestled between his arm and chest. Sheik bent down sitting in a way that strongly reminded Illiam of a frog.

"See her Illiam?" a small face revealed itself from the folds of the bundle. Her sapphire eyes opened wide, a smile beaming on her face. Her bright smile was contagious as one appeared on Illiam's face as well. "This is Silvia."

"Silya," Illiam's vain attempt to correctly pronounce the newborn baby's name brought a smile to both Impa and Sheik's faces.

"This is your cousin Illiam," his uncle's voice held a very tender tone as he spoke, "you need to protect her okay? She doesn't have a mommy like you do. So you must help me take care of her."

"No mama?" for a second, Illiam wondered how that was possible. His two-year-old mind couldn't wrap around the idea of not having a mama. However, unlike most two-year-olds, he simply accepted it, "okay. I will Ukle."

The Sheikah lived hidden in their village near and under Kakariko Village in the shadows of the world Hyrule belonged to. This secret was known to no one outside the Sheikah themselves. With Sheik busy leading his people, making time when he could, Illiam did his best to assist in Silvia's care taking. The two became inseparable as the years went by. Safe in their hidden village.

And their secret remained safe. Until one day-in a book long forgotten by history, a man from the desert discovered the truth. He found the secret to entering the Sheikah hidden realm. Little Silvia lived her first three years in peace and happiness. Smiling alongside Illiam and her father...until that night.

The two young Sheikah lay sleeping in their bed. Silvia awoke feeling uneasy. The young girl groped around in the dark until she felt her cousin's arm. "Illy!" she shook his arm, growing frantic as she began to hear commotion outside, "wake!"

"Sil," he grumbled as he rolled over at first. It seemed he intended to go back to sleep. The commotion outside finally caught his attention and he shot up out of bed. Sheik burst into the room through their bedroom door.

"Impa you and your husband take the little ones, I'll stay behind and fight as long as possible," as he spoke he scooped the younger two into his arms and handed the groggy Illiam over to his mother's arms. Silvia held onto her father, clutching to his mask and shoulder. A strange sense of dread fell over her as she and Illiam exchanged glances.

"She already lost her mother Sheik don't-"

"I'm the only one who's strong enough Impa," his voice was firm, leaving no room for argument, "the Sheikah can't lose you." Silvia hugged her father closely. She didn't understand what he was talking about, but it scared her. In a much more tender tone he met Silvia's gaze, "I love you little Silvia."

"I uv oo too Daddy," her uncle Illiam Senior took her from her father. Reluctantly she released him from her grip. Never taking her small sapphire gaze off of him until they were out in the hallway. A cry caught in her throat.

That was the last time Silvia laid eyes on her father. The fountain's water presented her with no more time to reminisce than it did food to eat. The young golden haired princess sat beside her. Her locks fell over her shoulders and glimmered in the sunlight reflecting its golden rays. A contrast to her own light silver hair pulled back in a tight braid.

Standing guard stood Illiam. Though his mother didn't resemble her brother, Illiam was nearly the spitting image of Silvia's father. However, that familiar mask was missing from the Sheikah ensemble his uncle used to wear. Revealing his face and eyes to have been distinctively inherited from his mother. His robes were that of the traditional Sheikah, skin-tight armor of altering royal blue and lavender. Illiam's revealed the hint of his maturing physique.

Silvia couldn't bring herself to wear the true Sheikah garbs. Instead she wore a tunic of mid-thigh length. Solid blue in color save for the ruby eye of truth on the chest of her tunic. The pants she wore were slightly baggy and her boots were strangely plain and slender. Where she had managed to find the seamless footwear she refused to share with anyone.

From beside Silvia, the princess held her rose colored skirt that fell to around her ankles. Taking a deep breath she continued to stare at the ground, "Silvia." Though Zelda and Silvia were the same age, Zelda acted far older than Silvia tended to. And as she had done since Silvia became her personal guard, Zelda simply called her name to get her undivided attention.

"Yes my Princess?" Silvia glanced over, not completely taking her gaze off of the surrounding crowd. Her mind searched for the possible cause of her sister's distress quickly finding one, "are you worried about your dream?"

"Do you believe the figure in the light will really come?" The Princes inquired. Illiam threw the girls a gentle smile as Zelda, usually confident sounded so unsure of herself.

"Of course milady," the young Sheikah sat back, "you saw it in a dream. So it shall come to pass as you saw it." Any listener would have never guessed nor believed that the two girls were only nine years of age. Illiam barely believe it, though he was only eleven.

"That man is coming again," Zelda sighed deeply. That was Silvia's cue to stand up and assist her Princess. She walked to behind her and tied back her golden locks. Pulling a light colored piece of cloth over them, completely covering them, she tied it firmly at the base of her Princess' neck. "Will you go scout the marketplace once more?"

"If that is your wish," she lifted her sapphire gaze and met with a scarlet one, "I shall return shortly." Throwing down a Deku nut Silvia vanished from the marketplace or so it would seem. The art of teleportation had been a secret of the Sheikah hundreds of years and Silvia had mastered it quickly. So reappearing out of sight was as easy as staying out of sight was to her. Both skills had been her mother's specialties and she looked to follow in her parents footsteps.

Quickly sweeping her gaze over the crowd it wasn't long until she laid eyes on a glowing white orb. The orb fluttered about with beautiful butterfly-like wings. Silvia soon realized that the orb was actually a fairy. Unless they were in bottles Fairies stayed near the Kokiri forest. She followed the fairy's flight and spotted the young boy she was attached to.

Curiosity surged through her. The boy was clearly Hylian and yet, not only did he have a fairy, but he wore the forest green tunic of the Kokiri. A matching hat hid most of his golden locks from view save a few that fell into his deep blue eyes. His eyes looked about the marketplace with amazement and wonder. It was as if he had never been here before. He wasn't defenseless, she saw a wooden shield and a hilt protruding from it on his back.

Silvia stayed there, hidden in the shadows wondering if she should approach him. Her Princess had entrusted her with a vision. It had been a vision of a light emerging from the forest with a glowing orb. Along with the orb the figure held the Emerald entrusted to the forest guardian the Great Deku Tree. Here he was, but as a Sheikah it was not Silvia's place to get him to meet her Princess. If it was him he should already be on his way there.

The desert man-known as Ganondorf King of the Thieves had a son. He was about her age she believed. Or was he older? She didn't really know much about the Prince of the Gerudo. Now Silvia wished she did. After all this boy could very well be him and she would've possibly helped put Zelda in danger. Silvia stopped chastising herself and took another look at him. Silvia's lips curled into a smirk. Unless he knew some spell to disguise himself, this boy couldn't be from the desert. His skin was far too fair. He wandered about from shop to shop and had amazing skill in the market games.

He wasn't a threat, but she still couldn't lead him to the castle. So she settled on following him. Illiam would watch over Zelda while she was here. As long as Silvia kept an eye on this boy it didn't matter whether or not he managed to sneak into the castle. And so she made sure to keep an eye on him.

The little fairy seemed very strict-wanting to get straight to the mission. Their mission was apparently to speak with Princess Zelda. Link, that was his name. The boy was cute and despite only being ten he seemed to capture the heart of every girl in town. As Silvia watched Link catch a Cucco for a little girl in a yellow dress she didn't notice a certain Sheikah creep up behind her.

"Hey," Silvia nearly grabbed her manriki chain. The chain was a weapon common amongst their people. The chain was usually hidden inside the forearm area of the sleeve and had weighted ends. Silvia's chain and its location was no exception.

"Sorry," was all Illiam muttered with a bemused smirk.

"Illiam what are you doing here?" Silvia tried to catch her breath. She wasn't used to not knowing when someone snuck up on her.

"Princess Zellie was worried." Illiam's gaze followed her own, "You think that's him?"

Yeah, he hasn't said a word yet," she watched him approach a young red-haired girl Silvia knew was called Malon, "though everyone still understands him somehow."

"Really?" his gaze shifted to Malon. He seemed to linger on her image. He usually did when she delivered milk with her father from Lon lon Ranch.

"I was wondering if I should escort him to the Princess. What do you think?" She turned her attention towards Illiam. She was seeking advice from her older cousin, hoping he would confirm she had chosen correctly in simply following him.

Illiam closed his ruby eyes slowly as he took in a deep sigh. Reopening them he met her gaze, "It would be unwise to bring him directly to her, however," his glance flew back to the carefree youth, "That doesn't mean we should stop him either."

"You're so good at this," she sighed deeply. At least she had made the right decision, "Well let's go back to her then. Or should I stay and watch him?"

"You go, I'll stay." Illiam followed Link's every move, "You're her body guard in training."

A simple nod and Silvia departed. Relief immediately flood over Illiam. Despite his confidence in her abilities Silvia was just nine. Though he himself was only two years older, to him, that made all the difference. He didn't want to lose her like he had lost her parents. Staying by the Princess' side was much safer. His mother would be watching over them both. Babysitting this Link, well it probably wouldn't be the most exciting thing to do, but it gave him something to do other than stand and try to look as tough as an eleven-year-old can.

It seemed Link was finally making his way to the castle. In honor of the visiting Gerudo King and his son, no one was allowed into the castle. 'How will you get in?' Over all Illiam was impressed. Link had located some vines on the way back to the market after speaking with the guard. He used them to gain access passed the main gate. Stealthily he snuck passed the guards. 'Maybe we should post guards on that knoll path. Nah.' Link surprised him even further by actually swimming up the moat. 'He must be determined…wait where'd he get that Cucco? And how was he carrying it?' And just when Illiam thought Link might get caught, he dodged all of the guards. 'You think they'd notice the glowing orb wouldn't you?'

In little under a day the boy had infiltrated Hyrule Castle. Silvia joined Illiam in the shadows. With nearly stilled breath and weapons ready they watched the exchange. After Link presented the Kokiri Emerald as proof they both relaxed-though not completely of course. After awhile Impa appeared from her hiding place. She taught Link Zelda's Lullaby and escorted Link out. To their relief and surprise, Illiam and Silvia did not receive a scolding for their decision. Instead they received a mission. Impa's husband Illiam Senior stood beside her now.

"My son, you are the older of the two and you have no true charge." Impa's stare hushed his protest. Illiam had always felt Silvia was his true charge, "follow the boy. Don't assist him in any way, but make sure the Gerudo King doesn't either."

"Yes mother," Illiam disappeared in a flash leaving Silvia alone with her guardians.

"We assume you understand your mission already," the proud elder Illiam spoke gently. His golden locks fell over his shoulders. He kept his hair longer than was custom for Hylian males, but average for his own race.

"I watch my Princess," cheerfully Silvia smiled up at her uncle, "do I stay overnight to watch her now?" Since Silvia was still young and training, Impa was still Zelda's primary guard, but Silvia was assigned to every now and then.

"As long as Ganondorf remains in this castle," Impa's stern voice and tight bun sharply contrasted the laid-back style of her husband. Yet Silvia still saw the love hidden so tenderly from obvious view. Somehow Silvia never really felt it was there for her. Bowing to her family she disappeared and located her Princess. Zelda's figure was curled up on her grand bed. Silvia took her place at the foot of the bed, careful not to disturb her Princess as she sat on the fine blankets.

"Silvia," her attention immediately turned to her Princess at the sounds of her name.

"Yes my Princess?" Silvia closed her sapphire eyes and began to focus on the darkness around them. She took in the sounds and smells while separating her attention to listen to Zelda as well.

"Did I do the right thing?" Zelda inquired uncertainly. Silvia felt the shift in weight as Zelda sat up in bed, "Sending that boy to find the spiritual stones instead of going myself?"

"You can't do it yourself Princess. It's too dangerous according to Lady Impa" her attention shifted from the bedroom to the hallway outside. She sensed a cat outside the door, but it soon moved on. Losing sight of whatever its prey had been. "Illiam has gone to watch him."

"That's nice," she said relived. The weight shifted again as Zelda laid back down, "remember to get some sleep."

"As always," the moon found its way into the sky before Silvia heard her Princess' breathing ease in the steady beat of slumber. Finally hearing this, she allowed herself to drift into a light slumber. The slightest sound or movement would wake her. She thanked the Goddesses Zelda didn't move in her sleep.

Over the next few weeks Silvia did her best to keep Zelda in high spirits. At night Illiam would try his best to report back, but Link sometimes went days without sleep. "He never talks," Illiam stated in an over-exaggerated manner. "The fairy talks. She never stops talking, oh and her name is Navi," his story was interrupted by the crisp sound of the apple he bit into. "I'm not sure if he can't get a word in edge wise or if he just doesn't want to talk."

"Do you suppose he can't talk or he just doesn't talk?" Zelda's curiosity arose as it always did with Illiam's reports. Silvia sat quietly, listening in the corner.

"I believe that if he couldn't talk he wouldn't be able to yell either," as usual Illiam spoke in a carefree manner. He took the final bite and stood from his seat, "and believe me. He loves to yell. Time I headed back out."

Soon Link had all three spiritual stones and was on his way to present them to the Princess. Silvia and Zelda awaited Link and Illiam's arrival. Ganondorf had been acting strangely as of late, so Zelda carried with her the beautifully crafted clay flute. This ocarina was special, not only in its sapphire hue, but also because it was a treasure of the royal family. The Ocarina of Time.

She was planning on giving it away to the young boy. However, it seemed her plans had to be changed. The Elder Illiam and his wife hurried through the door to Zelda's room, "I'll escape with the Princess. You take the children."

"Be careful my love," he kissed her on the cheek and before Silvia could determined what was going on she was scooped up into her uncle's arms.

"But Impa," Zelda started to protest, Impa silenced her with a single glare, "right."

"Illiam is on his way here, I'll hide them in the graveyard and come back to slow him down." Those were the last words anyone uttered before they left. Dread began to fill her-just as it had on that day. Those same words, 'I'll stay behind to slow them down.' 'I'll stay behind and fight as long as possible.' It was happening again. She was being taken to safety while someone else would disappear.

They arrived at the entrance and she grabbed onto his pant leg, "No Uncle Ill-:

"Silvia," he bent down and placed a gentle hand on her head, "this is our duty. I need you to be a strong girl now. I'm going to get Illiam. I'll be back with him." Silvia nodded her head holding back the tears. She watched him leave and sure enough within moments he was back with his son. They sat there in silence at the entrance to the Shadow Temple. The Sheikah overlooked this temple as the Goron's did the Fire and the Gerudo the Spirit.

Not a word was spoken between them as they moved into the small cave-like opening. Silvia sat on the up risen circle in the center of the unlit torches. Rows of torches all in circles. Desperately she wanted to be strong like her parents. Strong so that no one else had to protect her. Illiam gently put his arms around her, holding her close. His gaze fell on the temple door-he asked the spirits for protection. A blazing fire erupted from the torches around them. The spirits of Sheikah erupted from each and every flame lit torch.

Illliam held her closer, unsure of what to do. Then Silvia's gaze met the spirit directly in front of them. He had been the first Sheikah Leader. The first Sheik, Silvia's ancestor, stared down at them. Few minutes went by before the platform beneath them began to glow.

"You wish to protect others, so is the way of the Sheikah. We will bestow this power upon you," the leader's voice seemed nowhere and everywhere all at once. From either side, two silver haired Sheikah women approached them. Silvia's heartbeat quickened, but Illiam's remained steady. He knew what Silvia didn't. In order for the spirits of the past to reveal themselves, a Sheikah must leave this world.

The women gently pulled the two children away from each other. Illiam felt one place a hand over his chest while Silvia felt one touch her back. After the hands were removed a sensation erupted from the spots. It felt cold yet it burned like someone was using those spots to heat ice. Neither of them screamed out in pain or shock. They remained strong, gritting their teeth.

Illiam looked to Silvia's back where his gaze met a single scarlet eye, a crying eye known as the eye of truth. Silvia turned her own gaze meeting a similar eye on Illiam's chest. Looking into each other's gazes, they were no longer sapphire or scarlet, but instead both were silver. The shirts were burned and torn near the spots with their new markings.

"We've given you the true eyes and gifts from the Goddess of Shadows herself. Use them wisely," the Sheikah who led them to Hyrule, betrayed the royal family, and then remade peace vanished. The rest of the Sheikah followed suit, vanishing as the flames disappeared. Along with a newly arrived spirit who flashed his gentle smile one last time and turned to disappear with his brother and sister-in-law. Illiam returned his father's gentle smile.

His heart ached, but he would not cry. As the last male Sheikah he would uphold their dignity…for now at least. Silvia on the other hand couldn't help the tear that rolled down her soft cheek. However brief the moment was she had just seen them again. Sylvain, the last Sheik of the Sheikah before their slaughter and his wife Lynne. Warriors, Sheik, Hylian lady, noble protectors of the royal family, and Silvia's father and mother.

"Daddy," her whisper fell only on her cousin's ears. The spirits were gone now. They stayed only long enough to welcome a new comrade and to bestow the eyes of truth.

"Sil," his warm hand fell on her cold shoulder, "let's go home."

"If you say so Ill," he led her out of the graveyard and carefully they made their way past the cursed house of skultula and up the ramp into their home. In truth it was Illiam's home. Silvia had never felt at home there. And now that her Uncle Illiam was gone it felt even less like home.

"I wonder when mom is gonna be home," Illiam mused as he discarded his torn shirt.

"Whenever it is safe for the Princess to return."

I edited the best I can. If you see any problems feel free to share them with me. Though I would appreciate your opinions and reviews on the chapter as well! Chapter 2 will be up soon. This is the beginning of Silvia and Illiam's background. It does focus more on Silvia-but that's because of the nature their powers take on later.

And because Silvia was my main role play character whereas Illiam was a secondary. Well...thats what I have to say.