Evil had cast a shadow upon Hyrule, creeping quietly. The land's people, once kind and pure of heart, were turned to evil monster unknowing of what was happening to them. Ganon was free and at last had his way with Hyrule. But, there had been some who had not fallen for his spell. The Royal Princess had sought the help of the Sages, but there were no more Sages. They had been killed at Ganon's hand. Enter the Hero of Time who, after some time, had returned to rid the land of this evil. However, our hero was unappreciated greatly by not only Ganon and his minions, but by the land's people as well. They believed before that he had finally sealed Ganon away with the help of the Master Sword and the Sages. If that was so, then why was Ganon back? The people seemed to have lost faith in the Hero of Time. Then the Hero of Time vanished without a trace. Could he not defeat this evil? Or worse... was he finally slain? And the princess? She seemed to have vanished as well, perhaps she fled in fear. Those who remained out of evil's grasp prayed for salvation... but there was no salvation. There was no prayer that could rid them of this Hell in Hyrule... All hope was diminished
Ever since evil had consumed the land the forest had been quiet. No one dared to venture out; no one dared to venture out at all. In fear of evil. In fear of death. In fear of Ganon. But...what was that?
A galloping noise arose throughout the forest. Flashing by through the passing trees was a girl on a horse. This was no ordinary girl. She looked beyond the coming of age, 17 or so (not a child, but not yet a woman either), wearing strange garments that were not of this land. They bore tribal markings of some sort. On her back, visible as clearly as the sun, was a tattoo of what looking like an eye of some sort. Another tribal marking? This marking was occasionally covered by her long silver-white hair, which flowed smoothly against the wind. It wasn't visible, but she had mysterious light blue almost gray eyes. Her eyes...they seemed to hold untold stories, untold secrets, and untold sufferings. However, she wore a sort of translucent black veil on her on her face. All that was visible were her eyes. Slung on her back was an ordinary looking bow with a quiver full of arrows, the only weapon she carried. A tribal girl indeed. Her horse charged through the forest with ease as if the trees were jumping out of its path to make way for it. It was a great beast, big and strong. It's long black mane and tail also flowing against the wind with a soft looking black coat. And its eyes, like the girls, were mysterious, but they were fiery red. They held within them a determination of some sort. Both the tribal girl and the horse shined with a light of their own, unexplainable because the surrounding tree's branches were thick with leaves and little light could seep it's way through.
The galloping slowed down and came to a stop. The girl dismounted her horse, looking around. It looked as if she traveled a great way in search of something. The forest was quiet once again, only disrupted by her horse's occasional snorts and deep breathes. There, suddenly, to the right of the tribal girl, she saw something run by quickly, a flash of blue visible for a mere second. She centered her vision on the spot when she saw another flash of blue, this time to her left. She withdrew her bow and an arrow from the quiver. She took aim, waiting to see the blue flash again. She waited for what seemed an eternity...when laughter broke the silence. It rang through the forest, as if it were orchestrated. She shut out the silence, still waiting for that blue flash. She released her arrow, seeing the blue flash at last. A piercing scream filled the forest. The tribal girl made her way to source of the scream, hearing along the way a sort of struggle. What met her eyes was a surprise indeed.
A young girl, no older than 13, was pinned against the tree by the arrow which narrowly missed her neck.
"Let me go!" The young girl yelled, tugging at the arrow, but it would not budge.
"Who are you?" The tribal girl asked, there was not much emotion in her voice.
"I'm not saying a word!" The young girl responded. "Kill me if you want, I'm not saying anything!"
"I have no interest in killing you," the tribal girl responded as she retrieved her bow and arrow again, "but if you wish..."
Taking aim at the young girl's head, she released the arrow... Another arrow shot out of nowhere and deflected it. Both the girls looked surprised at what happened. They turned their head's to where the other arrow had come from. Standing atop a rock was a young man holding a positioned bow. He looked at the tribal girl, who in return glared at him. He seemed surprised by this... perhaps scared.
"Look at her eyes..." Whispered the young girl.
"If you want to kill her, you'll have to get through me first." Said the young man, jumping off the rock and landing on the forest ground gracefully.
The young man unsheathed his sword and retrieved his shield, lunging at the tribal girl with sword attack. She was too quick for him. As if she disappeared and reappeared, the tribal girl was now to the right of the young man, aiming an arrow to his head.
"What the..." He said, surprised.
A couple of seconds past.
"...Aren't you going to kill me?" The young man asked.
"I have no intention of killing anyone." The tribal girl responded.
"Well then, what do you want?" He asked in return, still not letting his guard down... just in case.
"I am looking for a warrior, an ancient warrior to be exact." She told him, still keeping the arrow aimed. "An ancient warrior that wanders this land. He speaks to no one. Many fear him, none know nothing of him."
The young man pondered on this for quite some time.
"No." He finally responded. "There is no such ancient warrior who wanders these lands."
The tribal girl stared at him a little longer...then let her arrow down. She put away and proceeded back to her horse. As she mounted it, the young man went to help the young girl still pinned to the tree, pulling the arrow out and letting her down.
"Wait," he said turning to the tribal girl, "what's your name?"
The horse stomped on the ground, giving both the young man and young girl threatening looks.
"... Euphony." The tribal girl responded after some seconds.
"Oh... Well, my name is Mouriar." He said.
"This girl here," He added, gesturing to the young girl, "is my younger sister, Koraeir."
Note; Pronounced: "Yoo-fe-nee" and "Moe-ree-air" and "Koe-rae-ee-air"
Euphony grabbed the reigns and wrapped them around her hand, about to leave when Mouriar stopped her once again.
"Hey wait...Maybe I know someone that can help you find who you're looking for." He told her.
Euphony looked at him, contemplating whether it was a trick or not.
"...Who?" She asked, unconvinced.
"I can't say who out loud...but let's just say she's part of an ancient warrior race as well." He responded.
"Yeah, he's talking about Im--" Koraeir began to say but Mouriar's hand put his hand over his mouth.
"Shh!" He said, alarmed. "Remember? Ganon's servants lurk in these woods..."
He stopped and listening intently for a noise, maybe a scattering of footsteps or something. After he heard nothing, he turned back to Euphony.
"I would tell you who, but I really can't." He said apogetically. "Come with us, you have nothing to lose." He added.
Euphony looked them over, still unconvinced.
"...Okay." She finally agreed.
Mouriar broke out into a smile. He then blew two short whistles. Two horses appeared through the shadows, both gleaming white. Koraeir got on one and Mouriar the other.
"Just follow me." He said, nudging his horse and began to ride. Koraeir and Euphony followed.
After a short trip, they came to a stop at what looked to be a waterfall.
"Why are we here? Who is this ancient warrior you speak of?" Euphony asked, curiosity noticeable in her voice.
"Like I said, an ancient warrior." Mouriar responded.
There was a brief dead silence... The waterfall's cascading waters had stopped. There seemed to be a sort of secret entrance beyond where the waters flowed...along with a woman was standing there. She had tribal markings as well.
"Impa." Mouriar said, smiling.
Euphony's eyes widened a bit at the sight of Impa.
The Sheikah