Greetings, earthlings. I bring to you the first chapter of my first fanfic, the War of Many Colors! And yes it is Zelda. Lord knows we need more of those. Anyway, onward through the fog!

Disclaimer: If I owned Zelda, would I be writing this? NO! So leave me alone with my cheese. I do, however, own my own characters. Ergo: I DO NOT OWN ZELDA, YOU BLOCKHEAD!

Prologue: The Beginning of a Story

Malon, daughter of the rancher Talon, sighed as she observed the sun disappear from the horizon from her window in her upstairs bedroom. Where was he? He was supposed to have been here by dusk…. She shifted her arm from the windowsill where she had been propping up her head with her hand.

Malon frustratedly ran her hand through her flame colored hair, not caring if it stood wildly on end. She hated it when he did this; there was no need for him to be purposely late just to show off. She straightened from the chair and closed the curtains. Maybe something did happen to him…she shook her head violently, and set her heart shaped face in determination. She would not worry about him. She would not be a damsel in distress.

Turning her back on the open window, the young woman walked across the room to her bed and began to fiddle with the covers.

"Dammit, Link, if you don't show up soon I'm going to give you such a clobbering…"

She turned and looked at the window as if her words would summon that she desired. Shaking her head and sighing when nothing showed up, Malon finally decided she should just give up and get to bed. She walked over to her dresser and pulled out a pristine white night gown with a slightly off the shoulder ballet neckline that had white ruffles and laces on the front.

Malon's ranch dress lay in a messy pile on the floor. She moved to the mirror and stared at the girl- no, woman, now, who looked back at her out of the mirror. It was hard to believe those soft, fair curves were hers, after so many years of being flat-chested and skinny, not to mention rough-skinned from farm work. Flames of rich crimson fell to her waist, framing her body. Malon shook her head and quickly shoved the night dress over her head. She needed to stop all this staring in the mirror; acting like a teenager at twenty five was not going to help her out.

After casting one last wistful stare at the now dark bedroom window, she turned to climb into bed. But no sooner was she three feet from the bed than a loud WHUMP resounded throughout the room.

Malon whirled to face where the sound had come from, heart hammering madly.

"Who is it?" she demanded, tossing her flaming hair back angrily. "Where are you?"

A dark shape pushed apart the curtains of the open window, pausing to straighten its hat. The form thrust its legs to the floor with an all-too-audible clink of sword and shield.

"Oh, Malon, I think you know who it is," the figure said, sounding cheeky.

It raised itself catlike from a crouch, and walked into the light. It was a young man; he was wearing a green tunic and a strange hat with white tights and undershirt. A sword belt stretched across his lean chest to carry his long sword and shield. Blonde hair protruded from under his hat; it looked and was as messy as golden hay. A smile was now reaching the young man's bright blue eyes, which sparkled when he lay them on Malon. The young woman staring at him slowly smiled and proceeded to throw herself into his leather gauntleted arms.

"Link….thank the Goddesses….I thought something terrible had happened…." Malon murmured as she welcomed his warm embrace, burying her face in his hard but all at the same time soft chest. He leaned forward, hair swinging into his eyes, and hugged her in a way that was so soft, so sensual, and at the same time so sweet that Malon wanted to just melt away in his embrace.

Link, after a moment, stroked her hair with his gauntleted hand and stepped back. Malon regretted the loss of warmth; but she felt excited all the same. Link gave her a soft smile.

"Malon…it's been too long."

She giggled.

"Silly blockhead, it's only been a week."

Link smirked as he took her chin in his fingers and lifted her mouth to his. She moaned deliciously at the warm pressure, and he decided that was very pleasing. He broke the kiss and stared down into eyes as blue as the ocean.

Malon gave a disgruntled whimper, wondering why he had stopped. Link shook his head and smiled.

"There's time for that later. For now…"

Malon's eyes widened to the size of saucers when the blonde kneeled on the bare floorboards before her. He rummaged in his pocket for something, and pulled out a small leather pouch.

"L-Link-"

Link pulled a ring out of the pouch. It was a gorgeous little diamond that seemed to have a slight blueish tint to it. Malon clasped her hands to her breasts, heart hammering.

"Malon, daughter of Talon, will you marry me?"

Tears slipped down the red-head's cheeks. She snuffled loudly, and then took the ring from Link. She jammed it on the ring finger of her left hand, and threw her arms around Link, kissing him like there was no tomorrow.

Once the kissing had reached an interval, she whispered, "Yes, my love, always and forever."

"I love you," he whispered back.

As the moon rose higher in the blue-black sky, two hearts became one…and the future was sealed for another.

/Five Years Later\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\

"Push, Malon!"

Another half scream, half groan issued from the mouth of the thirty year old woman on the bed in the upstairs ranch house.

"Come on, honey, you can do it!" Link called from outside the bedroom.

"Shut up, you bean headed blonde!" yelled the back the midwife from her charge's bed. "She can't concentrate with you hollering at her like some sort of deranged moose!"

The midwife, whose name was Mrs. Golsa, turned back to the sweaty
Malon.

"You're almost there. One more..."

Pain shot through Malon as she gave one last seemingly impossible push.

Suddenly, there was the sound of a baby crying. Link, his wife, and the midwife all gave an inward sigh of relief.

Link practically barreled through the door to see his new baby. Just as Mrs. Golsa handed a small bundle to the red-head lying on the bed, he walked over to them and smiled at Malon.

"Congratulations," smiled the midwife, "you have a beautiful baby girl."

Link looked at his sweaty, beaming wife, and never thought she had looked more radiant. He smiled.

"I love you," he said tenderly, leaning down to give both the newborn and Malon a kiss.

"Mmm…love you too, Link."

Malon was already asleep, cradling her treasure in her arms. Link settled himself down in a squashy armchair by the bed and proceeded to follow suit. After all, the birth process is as tiring as it is for the father as it is for the mother.

"Liliae….he murmured, eyelids fluttering closed. "We should name her Liliae…"

Author's note: So…what do you think? Chapter one is on the way! Review! You know you want to………