The air smelled of sweet honey and lemongrass, a common occurrence in the land. A tiny home nearby often held a market and bakery so the scents filled the nearby air. The land was beautiful all year round. Seasons changed, and as they did, so did the beauty. Many birds chirped in the nearby bush and rabbits shuffled around through the leaves from the last autumn.
A large clearing beyond a forest held a river lined with a couple giant trees. The giant trees, mostly oakwood, needed the river water to live. One tree was the tallest of them all, and under it sat a light haired adolescent.
The boy, no more than 17, whistled a short tune under his breath and stretched his arms out above him in a yawn. His blue eyes glistened like a catch of sun in the ocean. He had sharp features and often wore earthy colours such as dark green and brown. The boy's appearance was mostly always content. It caused his acquaintances to never know how he actually felt.
The boy was orphaned as a child, he was rather lonely. He never found it easy to keep companions either. Many of his companions he had to leave at some point or another, for one reason or another.
A year before, the boy helped defend the royal court against soldiers from another country. They did not like Hyrule, they did not find it to be a successful trading partner. The boy took fighting lessons and learned many many things. He became one of the top soldiers in the land, even with his young age. Many other experienced fighters disliked him for this. They found it to be unfair. Princess Zelda thanked the boy for all of his efforts in the end. Once the country had won the war, she dismissed all the soldiers to go home and carry on. The boy, however, had nowhere and nobody to go home to. From that moment on he lived as an independent soul, always doing things for himself. He enjoyed this, he enjoyed this new life, in a sense - but he had always wanted something more to do.
Today the boy sat in the shade of the winding oak tree. He was using this precious time to get away from his worries. Unexplainable worries.
The green clad teen closed his eyes and leaned back against the trunk.
Little did he know, a small figure in the distance was approaching. The figure was clothed in many layers, bandage-like wraps and a loose shawl and a cowl covering his nose, mouth and neck. The person's airy steps could not be heard.
When the figure arrived to the tree, he stood still for a moment.
"Excuse me," The figure said in a whisper. The boy didn't move. His light hair fell across the bridge of his nose and his eyes remained shut.
"Excuse me?" The figure asked again, this time with interest. The boy grumbled something incoherent and started to move. His eyes slowly found their way open.
There stood before him a tall person. The boy rubbed his eyes, making sure this was real.
"Who are you?" He asked, instinctively grabbing the hilt of his sword. The figure kept staring without a sound.
"Who are you- and, and what do you want?" The boy asked loudly, pointing with his right hand. On the person's shirt was a red eye symbol with a tear falling from it. The figure took a deep breath from behind his white cowl and spoke.
"My name is Sheik," The sleepy boy perked up at the odd name.
"Sheik? Like the Sheikah tribe?" He questioned. Sheik gave a nod, his sandy blond hair covering one eye.
"What are you doing here? Don't you Sheikah live out in the desert?"
Sheik sighed. "I have been sent bearing a message. Princess Zelda must speak to you as soon as possible."
"Zelda? Has something happened?"
"I don't know exactly." Sheik explained.
"Oh," Link trailed off for a split second before standing up and walking towards Sheik. "My name is Link by the way." He held out his hand. The two shook hands before Sheik mentioned that if they could leave in half an hour or so, they would make it back in time for the sunrise. Link started to hazily pack up his gear and sleeping roll.
The conversation died down as the sun disappeared behind a line of clouds. A chilly breeze rustled through the trees. Link shivered.
"Almost done packing…" He murmured. Sheik nodded.
As Sheik looked off into the distance, a strange noise could be heard from above. The noise was not the leaves rustling in the wind or an animal nearby. This part of the country was notorious for monkeys, so it was a common sight to see a monkey or hear a group of them. This noise was different - it was a clicking and snapping noise that got louder and louder. Sheik became curious.
"What is that noise?" Inquired Link "Aren't you Sheikah supposed to be sound-sensitive?"
Sheik stared at Link with a hard glare. The blue eyed boy then shifted his glance to the branches above him. Sheik's eyes trailed up too but he saw nothing strange. Suddenly, Link reached behind him for his sword. He was whispering lightly.
"Moblin... Tree... Up there.."
Sheik's eyes scanned the tree above once again before a racing arrow shot through the air. The arrowhead plunged into his stomach, sending pain ripping through his entire body. Sheik was violently thrown to the ground, winded and shaking. He heard a voice cry out.
"Sheik!"
Crimson liquid seeped through Sheik's clothes like the river beside them. Sheik whimpered as his arms gave way, letting his head hit a root - and in an instant the world was gone.
(A/N: Hello everyone this is SunflowerCrowns! I'm back with another Zelda story and I hope you enjoy it. I'm not sure if I will make it to the end, but I will try my very best! Also, feel free to give me ideas about what could happen. I have the first little bit planned out already but after chapter 4 I don't really know anything - so please look forward to then!)