Author's Note: This is just a short Prologue to open the story. I promise other chapters will always be longer. Please leave a review; I'd love to know what you think.

Prologue

It was another beautiful afternoon in Hyrule Town. People flocked to the town center to socialize and to enjoy the warmth of the late summer sun. Groups gathered around the fountain, their voices filling the air. A band played in the shade of one of the buildings, audible to only those a few feet from them. Children played between the crowd, and merchants that had set up shop cried out to advertise their goods. Every once in a while, a troop of guards would pass through; making sure everything was running smoothly. All in all, it was just another average afternoon in Hyrule Town, the kind that blurred together in one's memories. Milliard Church had grown up in Hyrule Town and had her fair share of these late summer afternoons. She made her way through the crowd of people until she came to one of the merchant stands. The proprietor of the stand looked up at the young woman with a warm smile.

"Good afternoon, Milly. What brings you here on this fine day?"

"Hello, Miles. Just running some errands," Milly replied, gesturing to the basket in her hand. "Got anything from the ranch today?"

"You're in luck just got some milk and cheese this morning."

"Great. I'll have the usual then."

The merchant nodded and turned to his inventory. He set two bottles of milk in front of Milly before turning back to fetch some cheese.

"How's your father been lately? I haven't seen him in a long time."

"Well. He's been pretty busy lately though; up at the castle almost every night."

Isaac Church, Milliard's father, was a member of the Royal Guard. Apparently it was a family tradition to serve the royal family and the kingdom of Hyrule. Even Milly hadn't been exempt from the cycle. Her father dreamed of having her in the guard and had trained her from a young age. If she ever did make it, she would be among the first women to have ever done so. A crack of thunder broke the conversation. The sky suddenly grew dark, and within a few seconds it was pouring rain. There were screams of surprise as the crowd scattered. No one had anticipated the rain. Just a few moments before there hadn't been a cloud in the sky.

"Eh? Out of nowhere like that? You should hurry home," Miles said, quickly handing Milly a chunk of cheese. She paid the merchant shoved everything into her basket and ran home.

By the time she reached her house the wind had picked up. Sevier storms were not uncommon this time of the year, but they never popped up so quickly. Soon it was lick night outside, the clouds blocking out the sun. Milly lit an oil lamp and began to put away the groceries. Once that was done she sat at the table, shut off the light, and watched the storm. It was a bad one too; the worst she had ever seen. The wind rattled the windows and the door. Lightning flashed often and was followed by thunder that sounded too close for Milly's liking. A few of the crashes hurt her ears and made her jump. Several hours passed and the storm showed no signs of letting up. She turned the lamp back on and ate dinner.

Alone in the house, there wasn't anything to do but sit and wait. After a time, Milly found herself staring at the flame inside the lamp as it danced in front of her. She was almost entranced by the way it moved, but she turned it off with a sigh. She hopped her father was doing alright. Part of her was sure he was; he was in a castle after all, but there was a part of her that worried about him. Another flash of lightning illuminated the dark room, but there was something different about it. The light had not been the usually white associated with lightning. No, this flash had been purple. She stood up as the thunder rumbled and moved toward the window. She stood there as several more lightning flashes tore across the sky. Not all of them carried the same purple glow, but there were some. It was sinister looking. It sent a chill down her spine, but she stood there for a while longer; watching the lightning and listening to the voice of the wind as it beat against the buildings.