Innocence Doesn't Last
RATING: T for language and content, but will most likely go to M later.
SUMMARY: A young redheaded girl. That's all I was. A Wanderer. I have no home. I'm sucked into this boy's journey…He's so innocent. I hope it lasts for him.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Legend of Zelda.
Chapter Title: Prologue
I was young when I ran from home. That neglectful, both emotionally, mentally, and physically, home. Too young to really leave one's home, but I did it because I was forced to.
That was the night the neglectful abuse of my parents had turned physical, against my brother and my sister, whom had never really felt like family. None of us had ever felt like a family, because we weren't, really. We were related by blood, but that was about it. We had no real emotional ties.
A bunch of strangers stuck in the same house, a sham of a family.
My brother and sister had fallen in love with each other—which wasn't all that bad, honestly, because of the lack of people in my old village—and had told my parents they planned to marry. That's when my parents snapped, mother and father both.
They killed the baby my sister had growing in her stomach by hitting her with a fire poker. It actually pierced through her stomach at one point, with a sick, squelching noise. When my Brother retaliated in rage…They hurt him too. Then my sister again.
I saw the entire thing happen, too. That's when I left, amongst the shattered, bloody end of a faux family.
I had run to my room, thinking…rather rationally, now that I think about it, that I was next. It wouldn't be long before mother and father realized that I'd known for as long as this had been going on. I had to leave, right then, before they came after me. I didn't want to know what they could do to me, and since I had witnessed the brutal nature of thier attacks, I didn't doubt that they would try to kill me, or would by just beating me. I was scared for my life.
I'd grabbed up a knapsack and had thrown in underwear, some clothes that were almost way too big, and socks. I'd grabbed my dagger and my switchblade, and a cloak to put over my shoulders. I stuffed in two large blankets and one cruddy one to use as a towel. I also ran to the bathroom and put in my toothbrush, the tube of crude toothpaste we used—we couldn't let our teeth rot—and the bottle of shampoo that we had. I then ran out of the house, right past the room where my sister was screaming for her lost child as I heard the sound of fists hitting flesh, and my brother's anguished scream pierced the air as I'd left.
I'd been…around six years old. It's been three years since I'd left. Long enough for me to forget their names. Forget the location of my old village…long enough to learn how to survive out here. I'd wandered from place to place, wondering where I was supposed to go. I knew the Goddesses were real, but I didn't care. They didn't stop that horrible day from happening, but maybe it was to get me away from that dead-end life. Still. I didn't care about if there were dieties watching over Hyrule or not, not after what I'd seen. All I was concerned with was with how cruel people could be and my own survival.
I know a lot more than I used to. Even from back then. I grew up and I learned and I thought through what had been my life back then.
I used to just exist. Now I actually live.
I sighed, my crimson-coloured eyes, which match my fiery crimson hair, which glinted with coppery bits in the sunlight, opening.
I needed to get moving.
