Disclaimer:Story adopted by Delarose Reta 711. I don't own anything except the OC's and plot

In the sensitive life of human nature

we are all used, abused, persecuted, and lectured.

We all hate, and love, and hurt, and heal

And we say things we do not mean

and we don't say the things we do.

We judge, we base, and we point the blame.

And some of us ask why…

Why do we do the awful things?

And why do you do the lovely things, too…?

Is it titles, oh, prince and princess?

Or is it looks and outward appearances?

Is it skin? Or hair? My thoughts, perhaps?

Or is it my eyes you do not trust?

A young man with hazelnut hair passed the school house, hearing the young children sing that song everyone knew. The song, which was written during the Hylian War. Every year, on the anniversary of the entrance of the golden age, the young children of castle town were asked to sing that sacred melody.

The lyrics speak of the olden days when people were fearful and untrusting. The Gorons, and the Zora; the Rito, and Gerudo… The four were constantly in battle with one another. That is, until one race had risen above them, the Hylian. Princess Zelda, the reborn goddess in every generation, united them and banded them together.

Though, there was still one race that turned away… The Gerudo. They stole, kidnapped, and killed and Zelda knew she had to put a stop to it.

Her right hand man, Link, took up arms and led troops into the dessert, where one by one, every Gerudo fell into the dark folds of death.

After the horrific experience, Sir Link left after the battle, not even returning to the kingdom. He seemed almost to have vanished off the face of the earth and many believed he had died.

Many, many years later, the hero returned during the times Hyrule was shrouded in shadow. Though this Link was different like every Link has been, he accomplished a similar goal to save Hyrule once again.

However, instead of disappearing like the last, he stayed. He grew closer to the princess and they were eventually wedded.

The young man with the hazelnut hair who passed the school, was their eldest child, Prince Raven, who was soon entering his 18th year.

As Raven moved further away from the singing, he began to hum the tune now stuck in his head. He walked along and soon found himself in front of the castle gates faster than expected. He smiled softly as the guard keeping watch bowed to him.

"Welcome back, your royal highness. Your mother and father have been looking for you. They get worried when you leave without permission, sir." The man greeted before waving his hand, signalling the other men on the wall to open the gate.

The crowned prince nodded, "It was a quick trip and I'm here now. There's no need to make a big deal of it."

The guard looked unsure, but knew better not to speak out of term, "Shall I announce your return, then?"

"No," He said shaking his head, "I believe I can do that just fine on my own, thank you."

"Raven!"

The prince turned his head when hearing his name being called. He knew it was his father calling him, because only his family called him by his first name without titles. As Link approached, he spoke, "Raven, how many times do I have to tell you to ask before you leave? I couldn't find you anywhere!"

Raven crossed his arms, rather childishly, "I'm 17, dad. Do you not think I can take care of myself?"

"That's not the point," Link said shaking his head, "You still have to let either me or your mother know if you're going out so we know where you are. You can take care of yourself, but you're not invincible. With you coming so close to age, you may be in danger. Would you really want to pass the title down to your little brother?"

Silence.

The king opened his mouth to continue before they were approached by another man, Lord Balavan Avin. Balavan was the queen's adviser, and was much like an uncle to her. Especially after her father's death, the only family she had left at that time, when she was very young.

"I'm sure the prince is just getting antsy, sire. With your permission, I'd love to take him this afternoon for some hunting and horseback riding." He suggested with his pleasant-as-ever smile.

Raven smiled brightly as he mouthed a thank you his way from behind his father's back. Balavan, in return, winked.

Link sighed and waved his hand in a dismissive manner, "Yes, thank you, Sir Avin…" He turned to his son, "After lunch, you may go. Until then, you are to meet with Shad for some history lessons."

The prince groaned at that statement. He loved his uncle, but sometimes he just killed him of boredom!

Lunch was hectic as it usually was. After all, Queen Zelda and King Link had four crazy children…

Raven, being the oldest and hardest kid, fought with his father again and stormed off to his room. Chann, only three years younger than Raven, rolled his eyes at his dramatic older brother and continued eating quietly as he read his book. And only four years younger than him, Princess Zel was trying to force her younger brother to eat something. five year old Arthur was a picky eater…

Yes, they all had fairly large age gaps, the queen and king knew. However, Queen Zelda always had a harder time getting pregnant, especially after three miscarriages.

She was happy, though, that they still got along despite the age differences.

"Ow!" Chann exclaimed as he stood up, his face pinching in anger.

Arthur, who was sick of Zel trying to force feed him, had taken the spoon from her hand and threw it as hard as he could in a random direction. That direction just happened to be towards Chann.

Hitting him in the nose with rather great force, the older boy yelped in pain and his book slipped from his hands. The whole family went still and silent as they saw it land in the potato salad. Chann's face pinched in fuming anger as he stood from his seat, grabbing his book. The paged dripped with runny potatoes and he sent a mighty glare at his little brother, who in return, coward behind his sister.

The older prince, without a word, grabbed his cloth napkin and made his way out of the room. The moment the door slammed shut, everyone released the breath they were all holding.

"Well… they mostly get along…" Queen Zelda whispered to herself softly.

R&R!