Hi there! I'm Kokoro no Kuro, and have adopted this wonderful little fic from TriforceandSheikahArts. The prologue through chapter 5 belong to her, and I'll have chapter 6 up soon (hopefully ^^) I have only made a few changes in terms of spelling and such, but overall it's pretty much the same.

Kagome the Huntress

Summary: She was abandoned and left alone in the howling winds of the Gerudo Desert, only to be found by the second in command Gerudo herself, Nabooru. Being taken back to the Gerudo Fortress and being raised to be the next top Gerudo, everyone was positive that she would be the next best female to ever have risen within the Clan. But when tragedy strikes and events rise up that causes the Gerudos to become enemies with one another, what will happen to the young girl as she's forced to flee her home in the Desert?

Kagome, the Huntress

Pairing: Link/Kagome eventually

Prologue: How it all began

"Damn that Ganondorf!" A young and beautiful Gerudo woman by the name of Nabooru grunted as she tried to make her way through the sweltering winds of the Gerudo Desert. "Leaving me to do all of the dirty work..." she hissed underneath her breath as she pulled her mask that concealed her face further upwards. The mask both doubled as protection from the harsh desert winds and a cover for her identity.

"I don't understand why it is that I have to go through the trouble of fetching these items." Nabooru's amber eyes narrowed upon thinking back to her orders to fetch the various items she was sent out for. More than likely, she had to go and get them because no one else wanted to.

Even though she was second in command of the entire Gerudo clan, compared to Ganondorf—who was the true ruler by their supposed destiny and way of living—her ideals and ways of wanting to get things done weren't seen as proper and were pushed aside. Nabooru detested when things like that happened, especially when Ganondorf did it on purpose. Exactly like what he had just a few hours prior to sending her out on this pointless, time consuming hunt. Originally, she had just suggested that the Gerudos should practice their skills and try to hone their techniques even more by training the younger troops. This would help both generations improve themselves and become greater fighters. But no, when Ganondorf heard about her idea, he rejected it senselessly, and instead came up with a rather stupid and bizarre idea; having certain Gerudos—Nabooru included—head all throughout Hyrule from both to the South of the Desert all the way to the stupid, probably non-existent, Kokiri Forest to find these 'items' that Ganondorf wanted.

He called the game a 'treasure hunt,' but Nabooru found it to be more of a pointless hunt than a treasure hunt in general. Actually, it wasn't even a true hunt at all. It was more as though she were just sent out to find these useless and unnecessary things as a way to get her out of the fortress and out of Ganondorf's way. Allowing him to do whatever he wanted.

She grit her teeth at the thought. Hissing with displeasure and slinging the sack filled with her items over her right shoulder, she continued to walk down the old, winded dirt path, hoping to make her way back to the fortress by early daylight. But she stopped dead in her tracks upon hearing a wailing sound coming off somewhere to the side of the road.

"Waahhhh!"

A look of surprise crossed Nabooru's face as the realization of what the cries were came to mind. A child's cry…

"Huh?" She dropped the sack and diverted her attention towards the west. "What the...?" she blinked and then slowly reached for her sword—just for caution's sake. Assuming that it must have come from some travelers and hoping to get by undetected and unseen, Nabooru quickly made her way off the stone covered pathway and into the piles of sand.

Slowly making her way through the sand so as to not be noticed, Nabooru continued to creep closer to the cries, listening as they got louder and louder with each passing second.

"Waahhhh! Waahhhh! Waahhhh!"

Feeling her eyebrow beginning to twitch as the sound of the cries didn't seem to be coming to a halt, Nabooru just decided to make a run for the sound so that she could get the infernal noise to deteriorate. Pushing herself to run as fast as she could through the sand with her hand gripping the hilt of her weapon tighter, Nabooru pushed herself to the extreme to once again come to a sudden halt. With eyes growing wide the size of dinner plates and her weapon easily dropping from her hand, Nabooru could only stare in shock towards what she saw just inches from her.

"Oh the Din."

Because just inches from her was a small basket, an infant crying away inside of it.