Authors Note:
Hello Everyone! *Peers around* Or no one! This is my first story, and Its also an OLD story. Like, I started writing it seven years ago old. I've never successfully completed a story. So I figured, why not post this drabble of mine, and try to finish it and see if anyone enjoys it? So here we go!
~Prologue~
I was born and raised on Hyinn Island. It was a small island off the coast of Hyrule. It was calm and friendly. Everyone knew everyone else and then some. We grew all of our food and the passing traders supplied everything else we might need, including outside news. As children, my best friend Link and I would play that we were great explorers, romping the whole island, investigating each nook and cranny. Our favorite game was "The Hero of Old." Our country's legends tell of a great evil that had overtaken the land when a young boy had come to vanquish it. We would take turns being the hero, and unlike so many other boys, Link would never tell me that I was foolish to pretend, just because I was a girl. He understood me and I him. For hours we would make bows and arrows out of limbs of saplings and some spare twine from my mother. We actually became adept at shooting the small weapons.
Then one year a huge storm came and wreaked havoc on our island. All the villagers ran to the cave hollowed out into the rock cliff to hide and outwait the storm. Suddenly, Link's grandmother's cat escaped from her grasp and raced out into the raging storm.
When Link was a baby, his parents were killed in a storm, just like that one. Since then, Link had lived with his grandmother and her silly cat. He knew how much she loved that animal, so he dashed out into the raging storm after it before we could stop him.
Hours later, he still had not returned. Drenched, the cat slunk into the cave, but Link, my best friend, was never heard from again. After the storm the men set out to look for him, or his body, but neither could be found.
Finally we accepted the fact that he was gone. That was six years ago. I was only ten years old. Now that I am a teenager and 'a young woman' according to my mother, Mama has put a stop to my foolish dreams of adventure and begun preparing me for a household of my own. On one day that I had managed to escape the housework, I was on the roof with my father patching on new thatch. The ocean breeze was whipping my long hair and skirts around me as I hurried to and fro with an apron full of dried rushes. As I straightened up from handing my father another handful I saw something on the horizon. I shaded my eyes with one hand and looked to sea. A ship. A small red ship was coming.
