AN: Hi guys! Remember me? I know it's been a while... I always get so behind on writing in the summer. But, after all the waiting, here's the prologue for the rewrite of Violet Eyes!

Enjoy! :)

Prologue

Zelda stared over the ocean, ripples of blue and green splashing against golden sand. She sat crossed-legged in a simple shirt and trousers next to her younger sister, Tetra, who wore a similar outfit. The eight-year-old girl was only five years younger than her, but they looked nothing alike. Zelda had pale skin and dark hair, while Tetra had tan skin a blonde hair. Their matching blue eyes stared over the horizon.

The city of Castleton was large, and the beaches were small in comparison. Their little cottage was back in the city in the side of town filled with the lower-class peoples. Zelda and Tetra always snuck out to the beach before their father got home from the barges. Sometimes he'd be gone for months at a time on his ship.

No matter what he'd say, there was no arguing that he was, indeed, a pirate.

But today, he was just at the docks, making a deal.

Zelda sat and watched the sun slowly set over the water. The orange reflection shined off the ripples of the ocean. The sky was starting to turn dark, and their father would be home soon.

"What are we going to do when dad dies?" Tetra said out of nowhere, breaking the ominous silence.

"What?" said Zelda, "Where did that come from?"

"I've been thinking." She said. "He's not going to last forever. He's getting older. He'll probably pass on in the next few years." Zelda wondered what kind of "thinking" the eight-year-old had been doing.

"Oh," said Zelda. "Well… Maybe we'll take his ship and become pirates." She teased.

"I'm serious." Tetra said bluntly. Zelda thought for a moment as the last of the sunlight faded, leaving them in complete darkness, besides the city lights behind them.

"It's getting late," Zelda said. "We should head back soon." Zelda stood, dusting the sand off her trousers.

"I'll meet you there." Said Tetra, not moving and staring at the water.

"Are you sure?" Tetra simply nodded. Zelda bid her farewell and took a few steps back, trying not to get sand in her boots. She turned and walked off the beach to the cobble stone alleys. It was pitch black, but she could see torch light from the street that was enough to guide her way. She looked at her feet as she walked to the street, not wanting to look up and see the huge crowd in the town square. Even at night, Castleton was bustling with people.

Most the shops and stands were closed, but the bars and inns would be open for hours to come. She kept her head down, trying to stay unnoticed. Especially since she was a young girl in a large crowd. She probably should have stayed in the alley ways and took the detour, but that might have been just as dangerous. She passed the bookstore where an old woman was closing up and locking her door.

She quickened her pace as she passed a bar, where through the window she could see both old and young men at the bar. Women with low cut shirts and short skirts walked around the small tavern serving drinks. Zelda tore her eyes away and kept walking.

Finally, she came to a long alley way. On the other side of the alley was a small little neighborhood. In fact, you could barely even call it that. It was barely five houses. She slowed her pace as she strolled through.

Her thoughts drifted to Tetra as she strolled. What had she been talking about? Their father dying? Where had that come from? Their father was barely in his fifties. That wasn't that old… Right? She was having deep thoughts for an eight-year-old.

Her train of thoughts was interrupted when she bumped into someone in the alleyway. She cried out in surprise and backed away quickly. There wasn't usually anyone in this alley. What if it was someone who wanted to rob her? Her eyes darted around in the dark, looking for the being of which she had stumbled into. She found a man, not much taller than her, wearing a cloak concealing his face, but hair in a light shade poked out of his hood.

He must've been a little freaked out by bumping into her too, because he seemed relieved when he realized how small she was. "Er, sorry," he said, young voice surprising her. She nodded and quickly walked past him, not looking back.

She finally made it to her shifty neighborhood. Old shacks lined the old dirt road cramped together. She made it to hers', which was slightly smaller than the rest, but in better condition. She jogged up the steps and dug the keys out of her pocket.

After unlocking and opening the door, she lit a lantern and set it on the table. The shack was small. It had a small kitchen, dining table, and two small beds in the back. Though it was small and invaluable, it wasn't trashy. It was clean, for the most part. Zelda slid her boots off and set them by the door. She supposed she had better start on dinner, since her father would be home soon.

She was in the middle of making a pot of soup over the fire place when Tetra walked through the door, panting.

"What's wrong?" Zelda asked.

"Dad almost beat me home. I had to run along the long way." She said, slipping her shoes off and crossing the room to sit down at the table.

"You're lucky. Can you imagine the trouble we'd be in if-"

She was interrupted by the opening of the door. She glanced back at the door to see her father walk in.

"Hello, girls," he said.

Tetra crossed the room to give him a hug and Zelda nodded, grabbing three bowls out of a cabinet. She was barely listening to Tetra and her father's conversation as she served the soup. Tetra winced as she saw the poor dinner.

"Potato chowder?" she complained. "Again?"

"Sorry, Fish." Their dad said, sporting Tetra's nickname. "I'll try to get you guys some variety tomorrow."

They ate in silence until Tetra spoke up again.

"What's in the bag?" she asked through a mouthful of chowder. Their father smiled, as if waiting for her to ask. He opened it and pulled out something surprising. Three silver necklaces, each with a silver ring on the chain.

"How'd you get those?" Zelda asked.

"An old ship was delivered to the barges." He said, handing a necklace to each of them. "An old chest was found and they let all the workers raid it. These were all that was left when I finally got the chance."

"They're beautiful." Tetra said, putting hers' around her neck. Zelda did the same, feeling the cold metal on her chest. Their father smiled when he saw the glee in the girls' eyes.

"You girls are both beautiful." He said, leaning over the table and kissing both of their foreheads. "Tetra, will you clean the dishes for me?" He asked. Tetra nodded, happily hopping off the stool and grabbing the three empty bowls. Zelda sat quietly at the table.

"Zelda?" her father asked. She looked up. He smiled when her eyes met his.

"Yes?" she asked.

"Thank you,"

"For what?" she asked, curiosity clearly on her face.

"For stepping up when your mother died." He said. "I know the last few years haven't been easy on you. I feel like I've made grow up faster than you had too. But thank you for supporting this family more than I have."

"Well," she said. "I know you and Tetra couldn't fend for yourselves."

He smirked at the reply. "You're just like you mother." He said, smile apparent on his face. He gave her another kiss on the forehead and stood, going to the kitchen to help Tetra with the dishes.

AN: So how'd you like it? For anybody who reviewed the original story and can't review, you can just review as a guest. PLEASE let me know if it's bad or if you have any improvement ideas so I can fix it. Thanks! :)