*EDIT*

Right I got a review saying that the story was hard to understand. I'll be honest I was thinking "Well I think it's OK" but a wee while ago I read it and I was sitting going "What the hell am I talking about it's my own story and even I don't know what I'm talking about" so here hopefully the story is fixed. I've also made a prologue type thing, so yeah. Enjoy.

Prologue - Meet Yenai, our Heroine

When Yenai was little her father told her stories of a prosperous time when their people didn't struggle to survive. Her family had owned a successful cow ranch and they had lived well for the work they did. However when the Dark King Ganondorf arrived he plunged the world into darkness and everyone suffered, including their little ranch.

Monsters came and they attacked anyone who dared venture on the open road. After a time people stopped travelling, when this happened the monsters turned their attention to the ranch. First they started attacking and eating the cows when they were grazing. They then started to attack the barns finally the family couldn't afford any more animals. This was the final nail in the businesses coffin and they were forced to live off anything they possibly could even when it involved stealing off other people.

When the Dark King was finally defeated most of the monsters fled to await the time when he would rise again. However most of the stronger monster decided they enjoyed the life and continued to attack people and animal. They served as a reminder to the world that peace was short lived and the darkness was never far away.

Yenai however was born some time after all of this.

She was raised the way any child was at the time. To work. Life was still hard for the people of the world. Even though the Dark King was now considered a myth there were still monsters about to keep people fearful of the dark. Despite the risks people still tried to keep life as normal as possible, Yenai was no exception, she did a lot of work for her parents. Being an only child was difficult because it meant that she had to pull her weight more than others to earn the respect sand love she yearned for.

It was around Yenai's 16th birthday that the monster appeared. Everyone was warned to stay away from the forest path as a large wolfish monster had been spotted and was attacking anyone on the path. One morning as Yenai was trying to finish her chores early she decided to take the forest path as a short-cut to the village. There had been no attacks for weeks now so she thought she would be safe. Filled with thoughts of a lazy afternoon in the sun she drifted into the forest. Yenai was about halfway through the forest when the beast caught her scent. It wasn't planning to hunt that day but the smell of human was too much for it to bear. It found her quickly and waited until she was distracted. When Yenai stopped for a quick rest it attacked.

Yenai screamed when a large shape suddenly separated from the shadow of the trees and lunged at her. The beast landed on top of Yenai and tried to get it's jaws around her throat. She instinctively held its mouth away from her with all her strength and she used her legs to kick out at the beast. She managed to knock the beast away from her and she scrabbled to her feet and tried to make a run for it. The monster was growing tired of her resistance and it lunged for another attack. This time it landed on her back and began to claw through her clothes. She screamed again when she felt the claws rake through the skin on her shoulder. She tried to flip around to face the beast but it was too heavy. It began to lick the wounds it had made on her shoulder, savouring the taste of her blood. Preparing for the final strike to beast turned Yenai over so it could get better access to her throat. In it's moment of triumph the monster paused to savour her terrified expression. It bent down slowly and dragged it's teeth across her neck just to hear her final whimper. It closed it's jaws with an agonising slowness that had Yenai crying as she felt the tender flesh of her neck breaking under the sharp teeth of the monster.

In the middle of her world of pain Yenai began to feel an unknown warmth flare from deep within her, she assumed it was death so she reached out gratefully toward the feeling and took hold of it. She expected blackness however everything felt bright, too bright. She felt detached from her body but it was too painful to be death. She barely registered the weight of the monster leaving her body or hear the screech of pain from the beast. When the 's light dimmed she could see the beast a little ways off clawing at it's eyes howling pitifully, Yenai froze waiting for another attack. She stayed completely still for a couple of minutes watching the creature as it continued to scratch at it's eyes. It looked up at her and she realised that the creatures eyes were gone, in their place where two empty eye sockets. The monster sniffed the air and recoiled as it caught her scent again. The monster scrabbled to it's feet and scampered into the forest as fast as it could yelping as it went.

She was so shocked that for a moment all she could do was sit and watch the creature leave. Then the intensity of the pain from her wounds registered with her body and she curled in on herself for a moment trying to dispel the pain. Aware of the power she used she tapped into it again. Using it she managed to stagger her way home. She was relieved when she came in sight of the house. As she opened the door all she heard was her mothers piercing scream and the feeling of comfort in the fact that she was home before she slumped to the floor in a dead faint.

When she awoke she rolled over trying to savour the feeling of the sheets around her. Instead of sheets she felt dampness and cold and the smell of earth was strong in her nostrils. Confused she sat up sharply, she winced a bit at the pain and remembered her wounds from the fight with the monster.

She looked around her she had been expecting her bed with by the sheets her mother had been washing and she had expected her mother to be beside her, comforting her , treating her wounds. Instead she found herself sprawled on a forest floor, completely abandoned. She was stunned, her wounds were burning and tears of pain and rejection were damp on her cheeks. She had no idea where she was.

She felt a giant weight press on her chest and she felt as though she was suffocating. She clasped her hands to her chest as sobs ripped from her shaken frame. Her sorrow was overwhelming and for the moment it completely engulfed her. She was alone in the woods with her misery and pain not even birds to keep her company.

After a while the pain reached her in the dark place she was buried in, it brought her back to reality. She gasped realising her wounds were still fresh and hadn't even been bandaged. She inspected herself somewhat detached from the action. They were still fresh and a few were bleeding profusely. It was a wonder she was still alive. The pain of rejection was brought to the forefront of her mind again, Why had they left her out in the wilderness to die? She realised with a fresh stab of pain that they hadn't even cared enough to even look at her wounds. She began to cry again as she went to find the nearest river to wash herself.

She found a river not to far away and sat by the bank. She was sickened by her parents, she had worked so hard for them. She did everything she was told and never, ever caused trouble. Her parents had never even heard anyone complain about her. Everyone was always saying what a joy she was and how she was always willing t help anyone. Yenai had been the model of a perfect daughter even to the neighbours and yet here she was. Abandoned in the middle of a forest having been completely forsaken by her parents. The numbness was overpowering.

Her movements felt mechanical as she cleaned each individual wound with meticulous care, the kind she had expected from her parents. She was snapped back to herself when she realised that her wounds wouldn't stop bleeding, some of the gashes were massive and deep but even then the amount of pressure she was putting on them should have stopped the bleeding. She grunted in frustration as she put all her effort into stopping the blood.

Her blood wasn't clotting to stop it. She began to panic. Knowing that if she didn't stop losing blood soon she would die.

In amongst the roar of panic that was building a small voice in the back of her hear reminded her of the power she had used against the monster. Magic. A kind that hadn't been seen for generations. She tried to tap into her power. She could feel the bundle it buried inside a small corner of her heart. She tried to prod at it with her mind it didn't stir so instead she tried to force it out. She was only barely able to awaken it. In response to being forced out her magic stemmed the bleeding entirely from her wounds. She was drained and after realising that nothing wound close her wounds she lost interest and returned to mourning her lost life.

She had no idea how to survive in the wild, even with her power. She was only 16 and learning to live in a forest was never on her list of things to do. She had always had a detecting ability for magic but in a world of dying mages it was rather pointless. Although having actual magic was new to her, no one in the village had pure magic and it had been centuries since the last being of magic was seen. Naturally she had no idea what magic could do or how to control it.