Hi! This is my first attempt at a fic so please please review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Zelda. If I did then there would be a very nice Zelda movie for everyone to see.
Please remember that not all things that happen in the course of this fic will be true by the last chapter. People may say false or incorrect things; legends may not be real. The character who you think is the "guardian" may not REALLY be the "guardian." There will be hidden motives behind practically everything that occurs. So please, keep that in mind as you read and know that everything will be revealed at the very very end!
I'm also very much aware that Kira (the girl) will probably sound a bit like a Mary-Sue for the... first 13/14 chapters or so (I wish I could have gotten to a better start for my first fic but, unfortunately, it's not so), but I've now changed that so it's been done for a reason! And hopefully her personality isn't very Mary-Sue-ish... So please, before you decide to lecture me on what Mary-Sues are... allow me to get to that chapter where I'll hopefully be able to change that! And if she still seems like a Mary-Sue after that... Then PLEASE, by all means, tell me how to improve! (And if you can catch them, there are some hints at what happened to her to make her seem like this! Heehee. But I'm not saying where!)
Oh yeah. One more thing... Thoughts are in italics. Got that? Good. Now let the fic begin!
Chapter 1: A New Problem Arises
The early morning sun illuminated the peaceful land of Hyrule. Zora's River flowed smoothly and Lake Hylia sparkled in the dawn. A figure rode across Hyrule Field with a sword and a staff strapped over her back. From observing the direction in which she was riding, it could be concluded that Hyrule Castle was her destination, or Hyrule Market. Travelers from all over the world visited the merry marketplace. It was said that the town had almost been abandoned four years ago due to a certain incident at the castle, but the problem had been mysteriously solved, and most of the people had either forgotten about it or didn't want to remember it.
With a closer look at the girl's features, it could be said that she was a Hylian, around the age of fourteen, although she wasn't dressed in the traditional long skirts of a Hylian girl. Instead, she was wearing a sleeveless pale blue tunic and underneath, a white short sleeved shirt. Black leather gloves with finger holes covered her hands. Her brown leather boots reached up a few inches from her feet. A shiny curved plate engraved with a Triforce symbol was attached to each boot by four straps - two tied on the boot and two tied around the calf of her leg. The young and spirited gray stallion trotted along at an easy pace, eyeing his rider every once in a while. The girl was staring out into space, her sea green eyes thoughtful. The gentle wind slightly lifted the two thin braids of chestnut brown hair, which immediately regained their positions in front of her ears when the wind died out. The rest of her hair was tied back in a single ponytail, which really was behaving very much like her stallion's tail. A few wisps of hair fell on her face, not long or thick enough to hide the bright eyes which were now glancing back and forth along the field.
"It's too quiet, Areon..." the girl whispered to her mount. "I really don't like this."
The stallion, Areon, snorted in reply.
"No really," she again insisted. "Do you think you could go a little faster?"
Areon bobbed his head a few times, and changed his gait into a canter. As soon as he did this, several skeletons rose from the ground.
"Ahh! Stalchildren! B- But it's daytime! And why are there five of them?" Just as the words left her mouth, five more of the hideous creatures popped out in front. All ten of them moved in with a speed and apparent reasoning ability unnatural for their kind and surrounded the rider and her horse. The girl quickly drew her sword. Bad move. Ten more Stalchildren appeared. Sorely overwhelmed, she scanned the area for a slight opening, found one, and urged Areon towards it, taking off a few heads along the way. But for every Stalchild that bit the dust, two more rose to take its place.
"C'mon Areon. Head for that tree over there. I'll see if I can stay up in the branches so they can't get me. You go get help. OK?" she shouted worriedly over the thundering of hooves and bones.
The stallion swerved to the side to avoid an incoming Stalchild. The skeleton missed and fell to the ground, where it was immediately trampled by its companions. Its body dissolved into black smoke.
Ahh... That's strange... They don't normally do that...
She sheathed her sword, just as Areon galloped under the previously mentioned tree, giving his rider a split-second chance to grab an overhanging branch. She did so, though she nearly missed her chance, and swung herself into the lush foliage as her horse thundered off in the direction of the castle.
H- Hurry Areon! I'm counting on you.
The girl gripped the rough bark as tightly as she could and stared down at the gathering Stalchildren in both defiance and fear. "Y- You cowards! You know you can't defeat me in honorable battle so you decide to gang up on me, an orphan girl! Why don't you go bother someone who can fight back?" she screamed asharshly as she could manage, trying to hide the fear welling up in her throat.
The only response she received was hissing from the Stalchildren and an occasional, "Your treasure! We want your treasure!"
"I- I don't have anything that you want! Why... Why don't you just leave me alone?" she shouted, tears beginning to fill her eyes.
Again, all she heard was, "Your treasure! We want your glowing treasure!"
The girl shut her eyes and clutched even more tightly at the bark. "St- Stop it! Stop it! I- I don't have any treasure! The only things that are important to me are my sword, my staff, and-"
She was interrupted by a sudden vibration that forced her to clasp her arms around the trunk. The Stalchildren circled the tree, banging their bony hands on it in an attempt to knock it down. They moved in a synchronized motion, as if dancing, dancing a dance of death. The girl tried to halt their movement by reaching for her staff, but she was quickly forced to abandon the idea when another violent vibration threatened to make her lose her grip on the bark. It would only be a matter of time before the tree toppled.
Pl- Please Areon! Hurry and find someone!
A/N: Review... please?