Wow, it's been a while. Yeah, new story 'n' stuff. Unrelated to my old ones (surprisingly), and I promise (sort of) that this will be longer than my others, and that I will try not to abandon this one. Adam out.

"He's back, and he's got a new trick..." - Magical Trevor 2

Chapter One

The cries of battle raged on, as swords clashed and blood was spilled. In the chaos of the battle, none noticed as an armoured individual, a determined look in his eyes as he forced his blade into that of his enemy. With a satisfied smirk he span around, slashing the long blade around to clear the area. Jumping in the air, he plunged his sword into the chest of his enemy, watching as he died. As he span around to meet his next opponent, he felt a fatal blow as a sword ripped through his back, and he fell into the inviting embrace of death...

She woke in a cold sweat, gasping for breath as she sat bolt upright in her bed. She looked around her dark dorm room, staring uneasily through the gloom, listening to the other orphans breath easily in their sleep. This was the sixth night in a row that the strange dream had haunted her and she didn't understand why. She wasn't a violent person, so the dreams of battle and blood-lust were shocking to her.

Her name was Linda, and as far as she and the orphanage staff were concerned, she had lived in the orphanage in Castle Town all her life. Now seventeen years old, she was the oldest orphan in the orphanage and would soon have to leave.

Linda didn't know much about herself except that she'd been found on the doorstep of the orphanage with a lot of books, a letter with her name on it and a young foal. The orphanage had grudgingly taken her in, and attempted to sell the horse to keep funds up, however, the foal had repeatedly escaped and returned to Linda, so the orphanage had hired some builders to build a stable for the horse, allowing Linda to keep it under the condition that she allowed the other orphans to ride it as well.

The books on the other hand, had been locked away from her. The common opinion of the day was that orphans were all stupid, which Linda, if she weren't one herself, would have wholeheartedly agreed with. The kids around here were thick. However, Linda, who had been taught to read by a more sympathetic member of the staff, was a vibrant, intelligent person, but she was still forbidden from reading the books.

In all the time she'd owned the horse, she'd never once thought to give it a name. Anything suggested hadn't fit.

Back to the story, Linda decided that while it was night time she could steal the books. She was getting sick of the orphanage anyway, and she had the perfect getaway.

Changing her clothes and packing them into the saddlebag she kept under her bed at all times. Depositing it just outside with the horse, she ran to where she knew the books were hidden and picked the lock, using her sensitive long Hylian ears (which had been a point of ridicule when she'd been younger) to listen out for anyone who might be up.

The wall safe where the books were stored swung open, revealing a pile of books. Grabbing them, she headed back to the saddlebag, quickly put it on her horse, opened the gate and galloped off into the night.

In the morning, Linda was under a tree, reading through the books. She was rather disappointed that they appeared to be diaries, when she'd been expecting some big secret. The person who had written them (who seemed to be a man) talked about a 'legacy' of some sort. Flicking through the most recent book, she found a letter addressed to her from her mother. It explained why she had been left at an orphanage, and (to her shock), that she was the last descendent of a hero who had saved not one, but two worlds.

Eventually, tiredness overwhelmed her and she fell asleep.

She was woken by the soft nose of a horse nuzzling her face.

"Are you alright?" asked a female voice,

Stirring, Linda looked up, and promptly jumped to her feet as she recognised the person sitting on the white horse in front of her,

"Your majesty!" she curtsied, her head bowed low, "Excuse me, I didn't mean to be rude or anything, I was just-" she stammered, eyes locked on the floor,

"Please, call me Zelda," the woman on the horse said, dismounting elegantly, "And there's no need for the ceremony either," she dipped down so she could look at Linda's face, which was hidden by her hair, "What's your name?"

"L-Linda," Linda said nervously, still not looking at the Princess,

"It's a very pretty name," Zelda said encouragingly, before looking at the pile of books near where Linda's horse was sleeping, "Are those yours?"

"Um, yes," Linda said quietly, completely overwhelmed by the informality of the situation, plus the fact that the Princess of the Kingdom was actually talking to her! She didn't know much about Zelda except that she was the same age as Linda.

Zelda flicked through the book Linda had been reading before she fell asleep, and gasped in shock as she read the letter Linda's mother had written, which (unbeknownst to Linda) had the royal seal on it, which signified the truth in the words written.

"Linda, you're the last in the Hero's line aren't you?" Zelda asked, placing the book down on the floor, her brown hair framing her elfin face,

Linda replied despondently, "That's what the letter said... I've, been having these dreams, of a battle, from a long time ago... I don't want to be like that, I don't want to fight, or kill, or..." she started sobbing,

Zelda, in royal garb no less, did what she thought was natural, and hugged the sobbing girl until the crying ceased.