Hello everyone who's reading this fiction. This is the product of the weeks that I've been gone/inactive. This story focuses on the segment of time far after the end of Ocarina of Time, something like 200-300 years later. The main characters will be the newly reinarnated Link and Zelda. This fic starts out at their birth. The plot revolves around all the races but the sheikah especially. Their such a mysterious race that it's easy to come up with new plots and twists for them. Romance will be later in the story when they grow up. Enjoy the story.

Birth right

" A rose does not choose where it blooms, just as it's thorns does not choose those it stings."

-Anonymous

"20 more reps." A sheikah barked, watching the crew of sheikah work their muscles as they lifted stone weights and ran laps around the sheikah compound. The wizened and aged sheikah ran a finger down her silver hair, like all sages of the shadows she was called Impa after the very first sage. The one that had sealed the great demon and was said to have assisted the princess herself.

Impa looked at the crew of sheikah, moving as one. The city they were living in was called the first in the tongue of the sheikah. In Hylian it translated to Kakariko Village. It truly was a beautiful place, the Sage of Shadow thought, as she looked at a group of sheikah set apart from the other sheikah, they were called adepts. The group of sheikah from which she selected the next sage. They were studying ancient texts and books, all vying for the chance to become the next sage.

Impa stared across at the massive castle that bloomed out in the distance like a monument. How long ago was it, that the sheikah had been reborn? The very first Impa was said to have had a child, and from then on, the race was said to have been reborn. From son to daughter to daughter to son. Impa sighed and looked at the glaring sun far above them, the sun didn't suit the sheikah, their pale complexion resisted tanning and the glare of the burning orb was far too bright for their sensitive ruby eyes.

Impa sighed and looked down at the people she could have called her daughters and sons. They all possesed the ruby eyes that branded them as sheikah, the shadow folk.

Impa sighed and raised her left hand " Halt." She said.

All movement stopped, and like a horde of statues they turned toward her and awaited her instructions. " Today is Farore's day." She said simply, " Take the rest of the day off." The current sage of shadows sighed and stood up from her position on a throne of sorts. The sheikah bowed respectfully before dissolving to their seperate ways.

The rest of the sheikah broke into clamor and Impa sighed and passed a hand over her eyes. The sage went to her private chambers, carved from the rock of a cliff that overlooked the village. The sheikah were growing steadily, though no where near as quickly as the other races. The gorons, gerudo, zora, humans, were all doing very well. The sheikah needed new blood, that was a fact. The meager amount of new recruits paled in comparison to the number of veterans clambering for retirement.

Impa sighed and in her private chambers, took out a small stone tablet entrusted to them by the Hero of time from her robes. The tablet was said to have been passes down from sage to sage. The message on it was simple. It spoke of a catyclysm and the coming of the next cycle of triforce wielders. Power, wisdom, and courage. The golden triangle hadn't been spoke of for years, it had died, along with the rest of the legends in the paradise that was this world. Most of the races had ever forgotten, only the sheikah remembered.

The sage sighed and sank into a armchair, feeling the soft leather yeild to her weight and caress her aching bones. They were coming, she knew. She could feel it in her bones, though cracked with age, still tingled like they once had in youth. The next generation of triforce bearers. She could only pray that they would come soon. All the better for her plans. Courage, she knew, would come from simple roots, that was how it had always been. Wisdom traditionally was handed down in the royal family, and power... Impa sighed and turned her thoughts away from their current target. She had no wish to think about the treacherous desert folk. The people of the sun.


In a small town, not far from the royal castle, a baby was being born. The baby was born to a family of mildly wealthy farmers and business men. The father of the child being a honest farmer that worked his living of his plow. The mother, a accountant for the bank in the town.

The couple smiled at each other lovingly as they held the baby that had been born not ten minutes earlier.

"He will have a good future." The father commented, gently stroking his son's face. " Look at those eyes, they speak of courage." He said, as he watched his son's eyes flutter open.

The mother smiled " Doting on our child already, Darian?" She mocked, gently cradling the boy. " Thank you." She said to the midwife as she packed up her supplies and things.

The midwife shrugged " It was no trouble, a easy birth." She said as she slung her pack of supplies over her shoulder. "Now my pay?" she asked.

Darian smiled slightly " Yes, here you go." he said, as he dropped several gems of assorting colors into the midwifes outstretched hands.

The midwife bowed once in respect and walked out the door of the modest house that they were living in.

"Decided on a name yet, Fa?" He asked, using his pet name for her.

Fa smiled down at her son " I was thinking something special." She said softly, placing the boy on a pine wood table. " A name that means something."

Darian shrugged " What ever it is, I'll be happy with it." he commented, looking contentedly at his son. All he needed now was a good meal and some wine and life would be perfect, he thought as he gazed down at his son.

" How about the name given to Farore's chosen?" She asked, knowing the age old tradition of naming boys that were blessed with courage beyond measure as Link.

Darian smiled and ruffled his son's stubby strips of hair " Alright, Fa. Welcome to the Brassling family, Link." he said, watching his son fall asleep. He smiled and looked over at the neighboring houses, one had all their shutters shut and the sound of perpetual wailing filled the air.

He looked down at his son, a smile vanishing on his face, he had to wonder how life could be so short? That what some people spent their whole lives working for could be torn down in a second?

Fa looked at her husband worriedly " What are you thinking about my ray of sunshine?" She said the last part sarcastically, she could see the tell-tale worry lines that appeared on her husbands face.

Darian ran his fingers over his child's crib. The crib had been made by his own hands, lovingly polished and cleaned when they realized that they were going to have a child. " Nothing." He said simply. " I just need some dinner and some ale." he commented lightly, looking toward the store room where they kept their alcohol supply.

Fa glared at him, her worry dissipating like the morning mist to instead be replaced by annoyance " Why did I marry you again?" she asked, as Darian made his way to the store room.

Darian shrugged " And I love you too." he commented as he took out a jug of mead. He looked at his son, what if... No... there was no need to think of those types of questions, he knew from experience that most of those questions never bore fruit. He took a swig of mead and let the alcohol sweep his thoughts away.


Nayru, Din, Farore... the countless sounds of murmured prayers filled the air as the crowd of priests and family members all beheld the little girl dozing in her mothers arms. " May you live well." The simple prayer cut through the others.

The mother lifted her child protectively, before realizing it was a figure clad in gold and white that had spoken. " Sage Rauru." she said softly, in a voice befitting of a noble woman.

The sage bowed his head toward the woman " Your highness." he said softly, running his hand over the baby's forehead. " Zelda, I presume?" he asked, as he watched the little girl open her eyes.

"Yes, as it is tradition." The woman murmured.

A tall man clad in the robes of a ruler looked at his wife troubled " Are you sure you want to base this on tradition, Heather?" he asked. " Tradition it maybe but it doesn't have to be followed."

Rauru bowed his head again " King Leo." he acknowledged, still keeping his eyes fixed on the baby girl.

The queen or rather Heather, caressed the child's face gently " For once, yes, I will follow tradition." she replied as she looked at her husband.

King Leo sighed " Zelda it is." he said, raising his voice so that the very rafters seemed to shake. " All hail the 22nd heir to the throne. Princess Zelda." he cried as a cheer broke through the crowd gather just beyond.

Chatter broke out among them like finches in a worm nest. " The king made a fine choice to name his daughter Zelda..." A voice muttered.

"But he's following tradition, just like the rest of the royal family, soon they'll be a hundred Zeldas with nothing to set them apart save for a number beside their name. Far better to be like her mother, she changed her name to set herself apart." Another voice replied.

"Both of you are just..."

The king sighed and retired to his chambers as his people celebrated the birth of the next monarch of Hyrule. The king took a deep breath and sighed, collapsing into an eagerly awaiting armchair. He nodded satisfied, the baby was born now. He could move on with his usual daily routine. He looked at the top piece of paper on his every growing stack. A familiar eye stared back.

Damn sheikah he thought annoyed as he slowly unfolded the piece of paper.

Outside, as the people cheered and drank, a sheikah stared in through the stained glass windows that adorned the Hyrule castle. " The princess has been born." she said calmly into a light green stone. The gem glowed with a eerie light and a oddly emotionless voice replied back " Message received."

The sheikah stepped away and prepared to travel with her tribe's shadow magic. Her mission was complete. A odd black light seemed to grab her like a hand and the sheikah vanished. Into the light.