Yes, I'm starting another story. It's been floating inside my head for awhile, and I just wrote it down. And GASP! Is this really under the romance category? Shocked, aren't ya?

Anyway, I got this from my LEva114's story, Empathy. (you should totally check it out!) She said it's okay if I write this, so I guess have permission then?

This is just a prologue, and it's around 2000 words (yeah, definitely a prologue :P) Most chapters will be around 4000 or so, maybe 5000 if you're lucky. I'll try to update as soon as I can, depending on how many people like it. So, without further ado, enjoy.

I stormed out of my house, fists clenched at my sides. My nails dug into the heel of my palm, and I was glad I didn't have long nails. My normally pale face was red, and my eyes were glaring at everything in sight. A little old lady practically scampered away when she caught sight of my glower. My mind was reeling, and images of… certain things happening to my parents kept popping up.

Ah, yes. My parents. What an interesting subject.

My parents are very well known in Hyrule. My father, Daphnes Nohansen, is the president of some company, and has a bunch of stuff called stocks. He tried to explain to me what they were once, but I didn't pay much attention (and to be honest, I really didn't care). He always wears the finest clothing, and always has the best cars. He never stutters, and never misses up in grammar. Ever.

My mother is a performer, and usually sings alone. But everybody knows her because she's always with my father at parties. Her name is Hylia Nohansen, and she is a very perky person. With bright blonde hair (brighter than mine) and just tall enough to brush against the cabinets above the fridge, she is never without a frown. Well, at least in public. At home though, she's always yelling at me to try on that lovely little pink dress she got me or some other crap like that.

But I guess you're wondering who I am and why steam is coming out of my ears. Well then, let me tell you!

My name is Zelda Nohansen. I'm sixteen, at the top of my class, and am pretty much an exact clone of my mother. I did get my height from my father which is the only thing I got from him. Other than that though, I'm like a mini-Hylia. I'm a blonde with sky blue eyes and a slender figure. However, I try to keep alter my look from hers as much as I can. With her, she's got straight shoulder length hair with bangs. I proudly have waist long hair that waves and curls. I barely wear makeup, and always have jeans and a hoodie on.

For the 'steam coming out of my ears' part, that nasty incident happened not so long ago. Allow me to tell you what went down truthfully so my parents don't use the guilt card on you.

School had just let out, and my teachers just decided to give us a ton of homework for the weekend. I had a three page essay due on Monday for Social Studies about old religion, two pages of math, a 'practice' packet for science, and a book to finish for English. I was tired too; we had to run two miles in gym, and then play soccer once everybody was done. I honestly was just planning on getting home and collapsing on my bed.

But once I stepped one foot into the house, I was bombarded by my parents. My mother had gone out shopping, and bought me a full outfit for the party I had no idea I was going too. She was going on and on and on about makeup and shoes and hair, I just wanted to barf. Daphnes was talking about the party itself, and I learned that it was a fundraiser, and apparently a bunch of kids my age were going to be there.

I had told them that I didn't want to go, that I had lots of homework and stuff like that. My mother wasn't very happy about that, and she started to chide me constantly. She didn't let me get one word in. My father got into the fight then as well, using his best persuading voice. In the end though, they both ordered me to go the party, no questions. That ticked me off, and after me yelling at them, I stomped out and slammed the door in their faces.

I knew I was acting like a child, but I couldn't help it. I've never had a choice in anything. When I was little and not old enough to go to the store myself, my mother would always dress me in little skirts and tight shirts. I even had to wear makeup! No matter what I said, she would always get her way. Or sometimes when I would come home, a boy would be sitting on the couch. His parents could be in the oil company or something, and he was the richest kid in the neighborhood. My parents would want me to go out with him, and I didn't even know him!

A snarl was on my face, and people probably thought I was a diseased maniac. I was in downtown Castle town, which was one of the richest cities in Hyrule. The old castle towered over everybody, but it was never scary. It was more of a reassuring sight. It had been turned into a museum a while back, and was a very historic place.

I had gone there for a field trip once. The castle was massive, and I wondered how no one got lost. In each room we went in, we learned about it. In the kitchen, I learned that they used to get milk from Lon Lon ranch, which was still in business. Or in the throne room, I had learned that the royal family only had one child and it was usually a girl. But I think the courtyard was the most interesting thing. Apparently, that was where the Hero of Time had first met the Princess of Destiny. It was just a legend, but I thought it was cool.

Have you heard of the legend? No? It's common knowledge here, but I guess you're not from Hyrule, are you? It goes like this:

Long ago, there existed a kingdom where a golden power lay hidden. It was a prosperous land blessed with green forests, tall mountains, and peace. But one day, a man of great evil found the golden power and took it for himself. With its strength at his side, he spread darkness across the kingdom. But then, when all hope had died, and the hour of doom was at hand… a young boy clothed in green appeared as if from nowhere. Wielding the blade of evil's bane, he sealed the dark one away and gave the land light. This boy, who traveled through time to save the land, was known as the Hero of Time.

Some people think it's just nonsense, but I personally think it's fascinating. And this was where he had supposedly snuck inside to see the princess. I wish I could go back in time and see it for myself.

Shouts interrupted my thinking. Turning to the direction they were coming from, I could see a tangle of limbs. But that's really all I could see. I saw a flash of green there, some black, a bit of yellow, and some orange. From what I could see, two people were fighting and yelling at each other. I was about to go over there and help, but a man beat me over to it.

I watched as he tried to separate the two, and when he got them standing, he finally did. The older man was standing in the middle of the two with a hand on each of their chests, keeping them apart. Now that they had stopped fighting, I saw that they were around my age. One was obviously a girl, and had the weirdest hair color I've seen. Neon orange hair was pulled up in a thick ponytail, but strands were falling out from the fight. She was small and tiny, almost like an imp. She wore an oversized black hoodie with khakis and vans. She was pale too, almost blue. Her eyes were orange like her hair, and I thought her hair had too much orange and let her eyes borrow some.

Her companion was boy, and despite his rugged appearance, I blushed when I realized how… attractive he was. Blonde hair fell into his blue eyes, even though he had a green hat covering most of his head. Pointed ears poked out, meaning he was hylian. He had a hoodie on like the girl, but it wasn't as baggy or big. Like his hat, it was green. He wore jeans, and converses covered his feet.

The man was saying something to the two, looking between them. He still had a hand on each of them, keeping them apart if they start fighting again. As I watched, the girls lip started to quiver. The man noticed, and turned his attention to the girl. My eyes narrowed at the boy; how could he make the girl cry like that! My anger disappeared though when I spotted his hand inching slowing behind the man, towards his back pocket.

I gasped when I saw him pull out a wallet and a phone, expertly not alerting the man. But as the teen was pulling back his treasure, the man was starting to turn to back at him. The girl saw, and her eyes widened in alarm. She started to sob uncontrollably, hands covering her eyes. The man immediately turned back to comfort her, and she began to cry into his shoulder. He whispered into her ear, rubbing her back to try to calm her down. But as the man tried to reassure her, the girl looked over his shoulder and winked at the boy. He nodded back, smiling and letting her see the stuff he pickpocketed. She grinned mischievously, and pulled away from the man.

She sniffled, rubbing her eyes and acting like she was a mess. The boy still had his arm behind the man's back with his things, and once the older man was done 'helping' the girl, he faced the boy with a scowl on his face. Quickly though, the boy tossed the wallet and phone to the girl, who caught them and stuffed them in one of her many pockets, making it look like she was sulking. All while the man was yelling at the teen.

The teenager crossed his arms and looked at the ground, not listening to the man. The man realized he was talking to a wall, and threw his arms up in the air. The girl said something I couldn't hear, but by the man's smug look and the boy's shocked one, I was guessing she 'broke up' with him. She whipped around and stalked off, head held high. The boy glared at the man, then turned and went off somewhere. The man smiled in triumphant and continued walking through the streets.

Once he was gone though, orange eyes peeked out behind a corner, and the girl's small form appeared from behind a dumpster. The boy sneaked out from behind a tree and ran to meet with the girl again. I watched amazed as they talked excitedly to each other. The girl pulled out the phone and wallet, and tossed the wallet to the boy. He looked inside the wallet, and his face lit up when he pulled out tons of different colored rupees, ranging from orange to purple to silver. I couldn't see how much exactly that had, but they both looked like it was the most valuable thing the in world.

The girl was peeling off the back of the phone, and yanked out the SIM card. The boy pocketed the money, and took the card from the girl. He slipped it inside the wallet, and then tossed the wallet on the ground, free of any money. The orange girl twirled the phone in her hand, admiring the expensive device. She slipped it inside her hoodie, where it was hidden.

The two high-fived and the girl pointed at a grocery store. The boy nodded, and ran off together. Curious, I was about to run after them when my phone started to vibrate. Irritated, I pulled out my iPhone and looked at the caller ID. My mother's smiling face was on the screen, and I groaned. Tapping the answer button, I held it up to my ear and braced myself for the headache soon to come.

"Yes?" I said slowly, rubbing my face as I spoke.

"Zellie!" my mother's shrill voice called out. I winced at the nickname; I've never liked it. "Where have you been? The party starts in an hour!" she screeched.

"I'm in Castle town, walking around. Do I really have to go?" I complained, frowning.

"Of course! I hear the Dragmire's are going to be there!" she explained. Even though we're on the phone, I can see her gesturing with her hands.

"Alright, alright, I'm on my way," I grumbled, slouching. "See you in a minute."

"Goodbye honey!" my mother said, and hanged up. Sighing, I removed my phone from my ear and pressed the button on top. The screen went black, and I put it back inside my pocket. With one last wistful glance at the store, I started to jog back home.

Sorry for the mistakes, but I have yet to find a beta reader. If you want to beta read for me, please message me! I don't write in first person often, but I'm trying. :)

And yes, the legend is from The Wind Waker.

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