Hiya! Well, I'm not dead, and I've pretty much abandoned all my other stories, why? Because I have the worst case of writers-block EVER. But my block is weird... I can only think of new stories. And I be on a fabulous vacation, and that's just making it worse for some reason. So... Warning: This will be very long. And full of OC's... I'm basically re-doing Zelda. New characters, of course, Zelda Link and Ganon and a few others will still be there... A lot actually... But if you don't like OC's and totally changing plot stuff. Do. Not. Read. You've been warned. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing I don't own.

The beauty of a new born day... Nothing could compare, especially when in Hyrule. Many enjoyed such a day... A morning dew slathering over carts and trading wagons, it painted the city in a peaceful manner... Of course... The day lost some luster when one was trapped in a Smokey, rum-smelling bar. But, sacrificing the day was enough to pay the bar keep for allowing one to stay in the lovely establishment.

The horrid sound of men laughing clanking glasses together nearly deafened the poor waitress. It amazed her how so many people came to a bar so early... She shook away the thoughts and strolled up to the counter where the bar keeper was feverishly preparing the multiple orders. This was one of those days where everyone in Hyrule had decided to get drunk. Not surprising... But what was surprising was that after the castle was rebuilt, everyone had assumed Hyrule would be a much better place. But of course, Hyrlue had plumeted. Nowadays, nearly every single man was a dirty pig. And even the women gossiped about their friends and never kept an honest word.

Most liked to blame the princess, after all. Being ruler of a country meant getting blamed for everything that went wrong. But Princess Zelda was doing a fine job; it was just that the people were... Being very strange as of late. They were drunk much more, obviously, and although it was good news for a small bar in a back alley, it was no good for a country. The poor princess had been so hounded with different sorts of legal parchment and such, she was sick. Bedridden the poor soul and still buried in papers!

The waitress sighed, the princess was said to be a master of healing magic... The one drawback to being a healer is that you can't heal yourself. And she should now, she was a healer! She thought of her healing book sitting in an old shelf, as she set a precariously balancing tray, stacked with glasses on the dark oak counter. A dark haired woman dressed in full armor came rushing up and stealing the glasses away. As she had found... A lot of people were in debt to the owner, (Even thought the owner said it was a favor. Perhaps that was truly how she hired people) and how different those people were... The woman who had stolen the tray was called Ashei, no one really knew much about her except that she came from the mountains and was currently staying in a bar.

There were two men, but they were too much to describe... Very odd fellows they were...

The waitress cleared her mind and turned to the owner. She was now dealing with another customer, the man was yet another gruff looking soul. Five o'clock shadow at seven in the mourning... The waitress tried to mask the snort that escaped her from her own small thought. After taking a moment to calm herself and await the man to pay for his random alcohol. She cleared her throat. "Miss Telma?"

The keeper turned and shook her head, smiling and handing her the exact thing she needed, two full glasses of mead, perfectly balanced. "Abria, I told you to call me Telma. No formalities needed, we are all friends here." She smiled warmly at the girl. She couldn't help but recall the day she had stumbled into the bar, tired, sad... She ordered water. Now, this was a bar, when people came. They either ordered rum or wine, when they were so sad they could even think. They ordered water.

And seeing as a girl who had only seen around sixteen years was in a bar. Telma had thought best to offer her a room, free for the night. The offer was greatly accepted, and the girl. Who had given her name as Abria, was happily resting the night. It was a rather small place, the five guest fitting in a two bedroom bungalow meant boys in one room and girls in the other. Abria had found that, although being very small, the place was cozy. Being so near all these different guest meant getting to know them. But now, they had become what was sure to be the most... Special, family in all Hyrule.

When she had awoken the next morning, Telma had asked her where she was going. And she had hesitantly said that she really didn't know. Now, being Telma, the woman just couldn't let that slide. She was appalled that a girl of her age was alone with no place to sleep. She had then thought it right to ask the girl where she had come from.

"Well... I lived in Castle town my life. My parents raised me in the little house just west of here... Just around two months ago, they said it was time for me to leave... Make my own life and live it well... I was happy, I guess... They trusted me enough to live alone..."

"So, they gave me just enough for food, for about a week. And sent me out... I figured the first thing to do would be find a job, so I did. Right at that little fruit stand! But you see I am... A bit... Klutzy... And I kept dropping the fruit... So they fired me... I went back home and my parents were gone... By now it had been a week I suppose... They left a note that said they traveled to Ordon village... I looked for another job, but no one wants a girl that can hardly stand on her own two feet..."

It had been obvious that she was leaving out a far too large amount of details. Being dodgy of the subject, of course Telma wasn't blind. She could tell that asking further would just be putting the girl in a corner. Although, knowing that her parents had simply up-and-run, was very... Vexing. Little did she know that just a few months later, seeing children begging and living under carts was common!

Telma had lost count of how many times she had asked herself this, but what was Hyrule becoming? Nayru bless Princess Zelda! To be doing such an incredible job of keeping a country, only to have it fall to pieces... But at least Abria had gotten a job, after hearing her plight. Telma had given her the job, she had figured out the girl's problem with... Balance, and had gotten an estimate of how many glasses she could carry without dropping them. Two full glasses. Anything after that would be on the floor.

"Okay, Mi- I mean Telma, are the orders ready...?" She asked, peering over the woman's shoulder and searching for the rum. She was sixteen and short, so she really could only see Telma. And she was still smiling... "Right here, Hun." She whirled around and handed her the tray, stacked with two glasses.

Abria took them gratefully. "Thank you, Miss Telma!" She half-yelled, winking as she scurried off before the bar keeper could scold her for calling her "Miss". She had never really seen the problem with it, Telma deserved respect! She was the best woman Abria knew, and probably the best one in Hyrule at this point...

Ah well... She had orders to fill and people to serve. Oh, but here was a real problem, two overly-drunken men were beginning to get into it about something... It was impossible to tell what, they were slurring every word. It was a wonder that they could argue and not even understand each other...

They were shouting now. Telma would have to use her magic and get them out. But they were big men... And they didn't seem to want to leave. Dang. Telma approached the two yelling men, she put her arm in front of them and they turned angrily at her. "Now now, I won't have this in my bar..." They glared at her. "So either you get outta here, or stop this nonsense!"

One of them, who happend to have only one eye, snarled it the bar keeper. She stood on her toes to look him in the... Eye, and glared right back. The man seemed to take ofense at this and shoved her back. It didn't really hurt her, but it certainly made her mad. And it seemed to make someone else mad. A man wearing a dark cloak that completely covered his face, stepped forward and drew his sword, the man who had so rudely shoved Telma, stepped up to the challenge. Drawing his sword as well...

Abria tried to remember seeing that man come in, she could recall Telma asking her to see if he needed anything... But he hadn't said a word, and such a strange man he seemed. He was awful short and looked as though he didn't stand a chance against the towering ruffian who was his opponent.

But there they were, swords drawn and ready to strike. And there went half the customers... What about the other half you say? Certain Hylains just had nothing better to do then watch to men sword fight in a bar...

And as sad as it was, Abria was used to this by now. She dodged the swinging blades with ease, which was surprising considering she would have a harder time without them... She simply plopped the tray in front of two gawking men and held out her hand. They were so wrapped in the fight, they hardly noticed. Only after snapping her fingers several times did one of them slap a handful of rupees in her hand.

She thanked them and ran back behind the counter. Telma was standing there, keeping an eye on the two fighters and waiting for the victor. One of the good things about having a healer was that whoever lost wouldn't die... Hopefully... Some people had started casting lots on the fight; most were on the man-with-one-eye's side. Probably because they knew him...

A thought occurred to the waitress; where was the other man? The one who had helped start the fight? He must've fled after seeing the cloaked man step up. Abria scoffed to herself, he probably just didn't have a sword... Men...

A groan of pain dragged her gaze back to the fight. The good man had gotten his arm cut and the bad man was now laughing at him. "Well!" The man slurred. "Les 'ee who this man is!" He yanked the cloak off the man... A gasp filled the room; it quickly turned to a deadly silence as they stared at the bleeding figure.

The man, wasn't a man... It was a girl, and a strange one too. She didn't even look to be older then Abria! In fact... She looked younger... The silence broke as the man (Who was actually a man) yanked the girl to her feet and laughed at her.

Once his laughing had ceased, he leaned up close to her. His rum drenched breath made her grimace in disgust. "Well lassie... We're still a' fightin'..." He chuckled and threw her back on the floor. Abria glanced at her boss, the woman had her hand lightly covering parted lips. She looked too appalled to even move. Abria turned her gaze back to the girl, she shakily stood. Using the hilt of her sword to balance.

The man continued laughing at her, she weakly turned up to him, her eyes flashed ad she let out a low growl. Wait... Growl? What in Hyrule... The man raised his sword to hit her for the final time, half the awestruck bar squinted away, almost afraid to see the girl's life end. But it wasn't over quite yet...

The girl's nose curled into a snarl and she let out another deep, low growl. The man took a quick step back. Good, Abria thought, she was still holding out for the girl. After a moment's hesitation, the man shook it off and inched slowly towards her. Abria let out a sigh; this kind of thing as well was happing all over Hyrule. It was just a bit depressing to see it happen right here.

The man snickered. "You could've given up, lassie." After that seemed to happen in slow motion. The man brought his sword down, but right before he had. The girl had let out a long, inhuman roar and stopped it with her hand. But her hand... It had razor claws jutting out of it where her finger nails should be. And they were now scrapping against the steel of the sword, every few seconds and a spark would fly off the strange pair of weapons clashing.

But the man had only one sword, but the girl had two hands... Holding off the sword was proving a bit hard, and Abria could already see the girl's next move... She swung her other arm under the man, slicing into his abdomen and shoving him back.

He held a hand over the seeping red spot on his shirt and widened his eyes. "You're a beast..." He mumbled, pointing one long, fat finger at her. She subconsiouly growled at him. "Beast!" He then turned to the rest of the still awestruck bar and shouted. "She's a beast!" He ran out of the bar, leading the pack of customer resembling a pack of wild dogs.

The girl flopped back in chair, her bleeding arm finally catching up to her. Abria, snapping back into reality, jumped from behind the counter and ran to a nearby shelf. She ran her finger along the rows of books and pulled out a white and gold trimmed hard-back. She flipped through the pages and snapped her fingers, running over to the girl.

She sat on her knees and moved her lips as she read over the paper. She held up her hand, her eyes darting across the page. She place her hand over the girls arm and chanted something in ancient Hylian, squeezing her eyes shut in concentration and allowing white magic to flow freely from her fingers tips to cover the arm.

After several seconds, she pulled her hand back to reveal perfectly healed skin. The girl looked up at the healer, a piece of hair that had covered her eye brushed away. Showing one piercing green cat's eyes, her skin pulled back into a snarl to show one sharp fang.

The waitress covered her mouth, quickly stood and stepped back. The girl only stared at her, then looked at her arm and back at the healer. She too stood, her hair recovering her eye and her lips closing around the fang. "I suppose you'll scream now?" She hissed.

Abria was, needless to say, taken back by this. She could talk? She hadn't said a word through all of this... The speechless waitress could only shake her head, jumping as Telma came up behind her. "Who are you?" The bar keeper asked, eyeing the now standing girl.

"Name's Luna." She eyed back. Abria looked between the two and watched as they held some sort of silent conversation. Telma nodded and turned to the confused waitress. "Abria." She looked back at the girl. "I think we'll be having another guest tonight."

Yes, this was probably the way she hired people...

Well, I've never been good with first chappys... And yes, Luna's in this. I'm kinda redoing her character... And don't worry, I think I've got a good way of putting the other OC's in the next two or three chappys. Oh, and please review! I like to know how my first chappy is! Zelda will be there soon. Link will take a while... Sowwy... And, I really hope I didn't fail… ;_;

~TheTwilightWarrior