Author Note: Hi, there! This is pretty much my first fan-fiction, ever. So please enjoy what I can do.

I do not own any Zelda characters or games.

Chapter One: That Voice In Your Head.

Zelda and Link sat in the gardens of Hyrule Castle, looking up at the sky, talking to each other. Link occasionally snuck in to spend time with Zelda, and to talk with her about things. They usually talked about the adventure Link had gone on just a few months prior.

Link sighed, and then remembered back to a wonderful and horrible memory. The memory of Ganondorf's death. Link shivered at the thought of it.

"Zelda, you do believe that Ganondorf is dead, right?"

Zelda looked over at Link like he was insane. "Of course I do. I saw you kill him right before my eyes."

Link sighed. "But what of his Triforce piece? What will happen to it?"

Zelda thought for a minute, as it was an interesting question. "I... I don't know. Maybe it will be passed on to someone else."

"Maybe so, it would make sense." Link shrugged and looked at his feet. "Hopefully to someone that will use their power responsibly and won't use it for evil, like he did."

Zelda smiled. "Maybe. We won't know until it happens" She said, and sighed. She looked at the ground and up to Link again. "What made you think of that?" She said, now curious.

Link looked at Zelda from the corner of his eye and shrugged. "I don't know." He said, and looked at the sky. "Maybe I thought of it..." He said, and looked at Zelda. "...Because it has already been passed on."

Zelda sighed to herself. She couldn't bear the thought of another Ganondorf. "Maybe so, Link. Maybe so." She said, and laid down in the grass as her eyes drifted toward the clouds in the sky.

"Ow, ow, ow owwwww! Dammit!"

"Man, my hand hurts again, Kaya." A girl in Castle Town said to her cat. She simply put a glove over her hand, just as she did everyday.
"Azelia, are you ready yet?" The girl's mother yelled from downstairs.

"Yes, mom, I'm coming..." Azelia yelled back.

Azelia was a young girl, about 14. She was tall, with long brunette-red hair, which she usually tied in a braid. She wore simple clothing, despite her mother's remarks.

As of now, she was going to swordsman practice. Her dream in life was to become a master swordswoman, but of course, had always been put down because she was a girl. She was the strongest in her class, though. She could beat any of the boys, no matter what. She had even beaten her instructor in a duel, but still got put down. She one day wanted to prove herself to everyone, maybe even become a hero.

But the only thing stopping her lately was a burning pain in her right hand. She wasn't sure what it was, but triangle pieces we're on her hand like birthmarks, but one of them glowed, and pain shot through her arm. It hurt like hell, as she would say to her mom, who don't believe her at all.
Azelia ran downstairs quickly, as she was late enough already. Her mom scoffed at her attire, but ran out the door too quick for her to say anything.

Azelia and her mom never really got along. Her mom married a wealthy and greedy man named Jovani, and her love of wealth grew. She became rich, but snooty. She looked down on the peasants in town, including her own daughter, who she claimed 'is just like the people of poverty, quiet and shaggy.'

Azelia ran past all of the people on the South Road, toward the Central Plaza, where the class was held. She ran into the hall next to a small café, and sat down as the instructor started to speak.
"As you all know," He said in a deep voice, "You all need to show up tomorrow with real swords." She said, and held up his own sword. "You've all graduated from these little training sticks." He said, as he held up a small sword made of wood. "I've ordered swords from one of the best in Hyrule, a man named Rusl." He said, and walked over to a map of Hyrule. "He lives here, in Ordon Village. And one of you is going to go pick them up." He said, and looked around, and quickly pointed to Azelia.

"You will. Pick them up tomorrow or I'll dismiss you from my class."
Azelia may have been the girl, but everyone knew she would take on the large and dangerous tasks no one else would of. She didn't mind, though. She loved it. But one thing concerned her, and that was the distance between Ordon and Castle Town.

"Sir, if I don't mind asking, how am I supposed to get to Ordon? It'll take all day by foot."
"Stupid girl! Just take a horse!"

Azelia sighed. She was not at all good at riding horses. She shrugged, as she would have to, or else she would get kicked out of the class. She wasn't too happy about it either.

'Speak up! Say you don't want to, girl!'

Azelia looked around the room, as she heard someone talking to her. She looked at everyone, but no one seemed to be talking to her.

"Azelia, did you hear what I said?!" Her instructor yelled at her.

'I know you hate him. Kill him now!'

She heard again. This time, the voice was more sinister, and evil. She winced as she grabbed her hand, as it started to burn horribly.
"Azelia!!" Her instructor yelled. "Are you listening?!"

"No..." She responded to the voice, not hearing anything her teacher said.
"Excuse me?" Her instructor said, surprised at her answer.
Azelia frowned. She stood up and made her hands into fists. "I'll go pick up the damn swords." She said, and stormed out of the class into the plaza. She sat down at one of the tables at the café, and held her head with her hands.

'Idiot girl, why didn't you just listen!?'

The voice yelled at her. He hand burned horribly, now. She could hear the voice more clearly now. She could tell it was a male voice. It was sinister and evil, almost like knives being thrown into your ears as he spoke.

"Why won't you leave me alone?" She whispered to herself.

'Because you have something I want. That mark on your hand belongs to me, Azelia.'

He replied. Azelia shook her head. "I don't care..." She said, and walked off.

'Give it up! You aren't ready to handle the power!'

Azelia didn't respond this time. She ignored the pain shooting through her arm as she walked home. She bypassed her mother as she yelled at her who knows what reason, and slammed her bedroom door. She sat on her bed and looked at her ceiling.

'Give it up, Azelia. You can't handle it.' The voice spoke to her.

Azelia sighed. "Who are you?

'I am Ganondorf, and I'm here to take back what is rightfully mine.'

A minor cliffhanger for you. I'm starting to get used to writing, now. So, see you in the next chapter, I guess.