Stranger of T.P: Book 1

The Stranger of Twilight

Prologue

A.N: I do NOT own anything related to Zelda - Nintendo does. But I do own my OC (s)

Lokia's p.o.v (pic of her as my avatar - if you wonder what she looks like)

More description will come in later chapters - This is supposed to confuse you a little.

I never thought that I would die....

Not that I have given death much thought. But again, who would? No one living freely under the protection of their own little bubble - separated from the dangers of the outside world - and certainly not those who call themselves the immortal....such as I..

Or so I thought...

Red. Black. Orange. I like those colors. Pretty colors. Twilight colors. Ah, yes....Twilight - it reminds me of so much y'see; of war and betrayal, and of love and friendship - all the components of an epic tale, preserved in the life of one individual. But none of that matters now. Oh no! poor me! perhaps it is the end of that tale - perhaps my final breath?

I might not ever know....

If I could die - No! if I was PREVIOUSLY ABLE to die - Then I would have most definately been dead dozens of times over. Perhaps it is just mortal nature, but now, in my final moment...I feel like cursing every heroic deed I have ever accomplished - for the sake of the maybe,the just maybe that I could now survive. I am willing to repeal my commitment of protecting those who are in need, destroy the inner vow that sets me above those who take away for their own selfish matters. I am willing to become as common as a theif, in order for my survival.

Am I THAT desperate?

Goddesses! I can feel it now - the pain I mean - and it feels awkward. Almost like I am drowning. Then again - I guess I am - in a way - drowning in my own blood.

If that is the case, then dont move Old Girl....

Well, I have lived long enough for one of my kind. Over, no, nearly five full Hylian lifetimes. I have lived long; I have learned a lot in my years, loved, fought, seen death, and finally it is time for my own death. It has been a successful life, full of fascinating tales taking place from ancient dungeons to the antithesis of our realm. It is all thanks to the green clad farm boy and his company that my mind has made it this far...

But my duty is fulfilled, right?

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" The Light is fading now. I guess I don't have much longer in this world..", I whisper. My voice barely audible as I turn my head slowly to face the Hylians and the Twili. I choke and cough up blood, leaving tiny black specks on my chin. " That's gross.", I manage. For a humorous effect I plaster a disgusted, horrified look on my face.

"Even though you are on verge of death, you seem to still have your sense of humor, Lokia.", She comes to sit my me. Through the hazyness of deaths grasp I make out the outline of her face. She had been crying. I can tell. Her eyes were red and puffy and her long blonde hair scattered. "Y'know you look too young to die.."

True. By Hylian standards anyway. Supposed death by (3)18 isn't too bad where I come from...

I choose to ignore the last comment. "I doubt something like that will ever go away..Humor, I mean..", I smile broadly - like nothing will ever tear me apart from happiness. The sort of optimism people want to see. It makes them feel as though nothing bad will ever happen.

But they will have to face the truth one of these days...

"Infact..", I deliberately make this look like it is some sort of 'Ultimate epiphany' . " I bet you Humor will follow me into the afterlife! Like a lost dog following food's scent! Hard to keep away! Most definately!", the loud talking causes me to cough up more blood.

"Stop talking! Please! You are just killing yourself!", That voice. Green. Green. Why is it so familiar?

But I did not have any time to figure it out...

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Blackness encloses me. I can barely breathe - if I am breathing at all ; as panic strikes me. I feel numb..senseless.

I dont have much time!

"Lokia! Look at me! Keep your eyes open! No! Lo.....kee.........es ........pen......!no!....wait!" , After a few seconds I can barely understand what the Hylians are saying. My green, sharp eyes are blackening - but one last sight tells me something.

NO!!! Dont you dare try!!

I dont want them to waste anything on me. Nothing can save me now...

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And as she places her hand on my heart in their last hopeful attempts to save me, I simply tell her:

"Live a good life - time is constantly ticking, remember." , I remember now - something very important that I wanted her to do, ".. And one last thing: Retell MY story into Legend, to be among the many that have achieved greatness....Let ME die a hero."

With that I lean back and leave the flashing memories collect and retell my story. It is through the Hylians that I am able to share such painful thoughts with. Once a bond is formed...it can never be easily destroyed - even by means of death.

They will carry on my legacy........

An epic tale - starting from the day I truly started living to the the very day when that life is taken from me.

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None know me well.

Although for some odd reaso, I leave impressions on those I meet.

But,

I do wander, and without a second thought of who I may be hurting..

and I leave.

With no goodbyes, farewells, nothing.

But this,

This was my last goodbye.

I hope I have made good of it...

I'll see you oneday, perhaps..

My name is Lokia Harkinian. I am 318 years old, and that is my prophesized death.

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So? How was it? I will try and update soon.

~T.W.C.L