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Prologue

Nezru lay in her tent, half-awake, half asleep. It had been a long day. A war was rumored to start any day now and her people were focused on peacekeeping.

It had been years now that a war was brewing between the two-neighbouring lands of Hyrule and Termina. It was only these past few months that it had gotten nasty. The Terminians were on the verge of an attack. They were constantly on the boarders of the Desert Wasteland, hovering.

Although the Gerudos had claimed neutrality after their king had been killed, they still had the responsibility of warding off attacks. Their new king, Ganondorf had only recently turned eighteen and was landed with taking care of an entire race by himself. Despite his age, he had already made several decisions worth remembering, like the withdrawal from the war and the construction of the gate to separate their fortress from the desert.

It was a relief to Nezru, to lay down and finally relax. She had been up for over two days now and was quickly falling asleep. She would have already been, if it had not been for a loud rumbling, coming from the ground.

She winced at the dull noise, wanting it to stop. It only became louder. And louder. Trying to make her mind work again, she forced herself to think.

Eyes still closed, she focused. It felt like an earthquake. She let this sink in. This was not a good time for an earthquake.

She snapped her eyes open. Wind wiped through her tent and a gust of sand stung her eyes. Blinking, she wondered why the sand had entered. Her question was answered however, when she realized someone was standing at her door.

"Get up!" They ordered. Nezru recognized her voice as the Captain of the Gerudo army, Kamilia. Her voice was full of fear. "Get up!" She cried again.

Nezru sat up groggily. She dragged her hands down her face and tried to blink the sand out of her eyes. She felt Kamilia's strong hand grab her arm just below her armpit. "Up." She groaned, "Come, we must evacuate the fortress."

Once on her feet, Nezru's thinking pace quickened. "Evacuate?" She asked, "Is the earthquake really that bad?"

Kamilia shot her a confused look. "Earthquake?" She snapped. "Wake up, Nazru! We're under attack!"

"A-Attack?" Nezru stuttered. "You mean...?" She let her question fade away as she thought. She ran out of her tent just outside of the newly built gate and squinted through the dark into the desert. The dim glow of hundreds of torches was just visible through the sandstorm-like winds.

"They can't make it through the Wastelands! What are they thinking?" Nezru gasped.

"Some magic guides them to us." Whispered Kamilia. She turned her head to Nezru. "We have to get out of here, Ganondorf's orders."

"Where is he?" She asked, concerned. Ganondorf and her had somewhat of friendship. They were the same age and had gone to school for some years together. Lately, he had been acting strangely, though Nezru thought it just to be stress from his role.

Kamilia nodded her head to her left. Nezru turned and saw for the first time the large Hylian army, standing at attention. Their captain was seemingly in a heated conversation with the King and his best friend Nabooru. "Kamilia. I'll follow you out to the field as soon as I finish here."

"They'll be here in about thirty minutes. Try to hurry up." She headed in the direction of the gorge that lead out to Hyrule field.

Nezru ran up to her King.

"-You can't!" he was half-yelling to the captain. Nabooru was tugging at his arm, trying to pull him away. Taking her place beside Nabooru, Nezru remained silent and listened. Nabooru glanced over at her. Her face was straight, but Nezru could read the look of fear in her eyes.

The captian of the army shifted slightly, looking uncomfortable, yet his blue eyes remained steady. "A war is a war, your Highness." He said shortly. "We must meet the Terminians here. It is unfortunate that destiny has chosen for this battle to descend on your people, but we must... Orders from the King of Hyrule."

"Since when does the King control my affairs?" Ganondorf whispered dangerously. His eyes were slits as he stared at the man.

"Gan, please-" Nabooru started.

"Quiet!" He snapped at her. He then turned back to the captain. "We claimed neutrality! There is no reason for them to come down on us. We will remain here, inside our fortress, and they will pass us by, and you can fight them on your own silly field!"

The captain looked down to the ground. "Fine." He muttered, "I could loose my position for this, but..." he paused and pulled his blond hair out of his eyes, "I understand that you want to protect your people. All I ask is that you let the women and children of my soldiers remain here, in your fortress. If we take the fight out to the field, they will not be able to make it to safety."

The King paused at this request. "Tell me, kind captain, do you have a wife here?"

The captain looked up and stood proud. He nodded. "And a son."

"Very well." Said the King, "Your women and children may stay here, but as soon as the battle ends they will be sent away." He looked over the captain. "In exchange for your understanding."

"Thank you, your Highness."

"I will put in good word for you, should you be under threat of loosing your position."

"Shall I go and stop the evacuation?" Asked Nabooru.

"No. You can come with me into the fortress and tell everyone who is left to stay there. Seal all but two doors."

"Yes Sir." She said with a bow and ran inside.

"You," Said the King looking at Nezru. "Find the people who have already started to evacuate and bring them back. They should be waiting just inside the pass."

"Yes, of course, Sir." Said Nezru. She turned and began to run in the direction of the gorge. She saw a large group of women trying to cross the little wooden bridge that crossed the river running two hundred feet below.

"Kamilia!" Screamed Nezru at the top of her lungs. "Kamilia?"

"What is it?" She heard a muffled voice call back.

"Turn back! Back to the fortress!"

A silence followed this odd command.

"Alright!" Said Kamilia's voice, full of doubt.

Trying to squeeze her way back though the now western headed crowd proved a challenge. There were hundreds of people crammed into one narrow crevasse and Nezru soon gave up and began walking at the same painstakingly slow pace as the others.

The rumbling was still shaking the earth and Nezru wondered how much time they had until the Terminians arrived. She glanced up at the sky. Only a small number of stars were out now, for dawn was fast approaching. Time was indeed short. A small glint on the top ridge of the gorge caught her eye. Squinting, she tried to see what it was. Tapping a Hylian woman on the shoulder, she asked "Did you see that?"

"See what?" She asked bewildered.

"Look up." Nezru said pointing.

The woman looked up at the ridge. "Quiet." She demanded. She tuned her ear up to the top of the gorge, listening intently. Her eyes widened with horror. "There's someone up there." She whispered. "There's someone up there!" She cried for everyone to hear.

Nezru slapped her in the back of the head. "You idiot!" she said. Panic was now rising and the women began to scream.

"Stay calm!" Nezru yelled fruitlessly among the crowd. "Stop!" She looked up to the ridge to see any sign of the glint again, but instead she felt her stomach drop.

At least one hundred men, armed with bows and arrows stood, aiming down upon the crowd. They were dressed in traditional Terminian armor, with the symbol of their side of the moon on their helmets, like a grotesque face.

The scene seemed to be in slow motion. The men let their arrows loose... on women and children. The young and old fell all around her feet. Nezru was unable to move. The sight of her people with arrows in their heads, neck and even faces was too much for her. She bent down and felt herself throw up, too dazed to really understand what she was doing. The men drew another round of arrows and let them fly down again. Nezru got to her feet only to realize that half of the crowd was already dead. She ran as fast as she could over the bodies in the direction of Hyrule's field, for the number of arrows seemed less in that direction.

Arrows were still falling as thickly as rain around her. A sharp pain stabbed her arm as an arrow connected with it. It was not a serious wound and she pulled it out and kept running.

As suddenly as they started, the arrows stopped. Nezru slowed to a stop and looked around. Ten, thirteen, twenty, twenty-two were still standing, most with heavy injuries. Nezru spotted Kamilia standing with her back facing her. She ran towards her.

"Kamilia!" Nezru yelled. "Oh, thank the goddesses you're still alive."

Kamilia turned around, clutching her stomach as she did so. Her eyes were glazed over and she had three arrows protruding from her chest.

Nezru grabbed her to prevent her falling over. "Come on, looks like they've stopped. Lets get you back to the fortress." As she began to walk back, angry voices echoed in the rift.

"Rocks! Use the rocks!" Came a voice from the top of the gorge. "Kill them all!"

Rage exploded inside Nezru. There was less than two dozen left and they still had to kill. Murderers, she thought.

Now, just like the arrows, huge rocks were falling down on them. Burdened with Kamilia she turned in the direction of the fortress but stopped when she saw the glow of the Terminians torches and the sounds of a battle. They were fighting the war on the Gerudo's soil. Nezru again headed toward the field, trying not to notice that very few were now left. She felt Kamilia's blood oozing down her side.

"Come on, come on." She whispered, they were nearly there. The field was fifty feet away. "Come on Kamilia, come-" She was cut short as a rock hit her forehead. She collapsed on the ground, dazed. The world swam before her. Blinking blood out of her eyes, she scrambled to her feet. A wave of dizziness overcame her and she stumbled to her knees.

Pulling her now bloody hair out of her face she got up again. Nezru dragged Kamilia up and staggered out into the field. Not daring to stop, she continued until she could tell they were out of arrows range.

She then collapsed again, this time on the cool grass. It was wet with dew and felt pleasant against her aching head. She lay there, eyes half-closed, staring at the horizon. It began to blur, then become black. Was this death? Thought Nezru.

A cough and a groan snapped her out of her rest. The realization that Kamilia was still there came to her. She gathered her strength... she needed to help her captain, her friend. She crawled over, not daring to test if she could stand. "Kamilia?" She said weakly. "Hey! Look at me." She asked desperately as Kamilia's eyes rolled back. "Kamilia?" Nezru asked again, feeling tears stinging her eyes. Kamilia's body went ridged and the harsh sound of her breathing stopped. "Kamilia?" She asked hopelessly. "Kami-" She broke into huge, heaving sobs trying to hold back tears.

She looked wildly around for someone to help her. She saw, only a few feet away, a Hylian woman carrying a blanket. "Help, please!" She pleaded to her.

The woman turned and said sadly, "She's dead Sweetie, I'm so sorry." Her voice was rasping and shaky. Nezru noticed the arrow she had sticking out of her own chest right next to her heart. A small whimper came from the blanket... a baby. "Shh." She cooed to it.

"I have to get out of here." She said to Nezru. "I'm dying and I can't take care of my son much longer." She paused and took a shallow breath. "Good luck." Although she had tried to sound cheerful, the good luck wish sounded hopeless. Death was coming down and she obviously thought that Nezru was going to die also.

With that, the woman and her sun stumbled off east. Nezru forced herself up and tried looking for anywhere she could get help. She would not let death take her, not now. The sun was starting to rise and the silhouette of Death Mountain cast a long shadow on the ground. Then, the sun peeked just over its slopes and lit up the sky with an intense light. Right in front of her, on top of a hill, sat a house surrounded by a stone wall. It was as though the goddesses were sending her a sign as the sun rose to illuminate the residence further.

Nezru got to her feet and staggered as quickly as she could over to the house, talking to herself to be motivated. She reached the wall and found it too high to jump. Leaning against it, she slowly made her way around the perimeter until she came to a gate. She then stumbled her way up the slope and into a clearing.

There were two buildings, a large, nice looking house and a smaller wooden building. Nezru had no interest in the smaller building because the house was the one with a light in the window.

She walked up to the door and tried to knock while swaying. The result was an uneven and broken knock.

She heard heavy footsteps behind the door, then a mans voice, "I'll get it, dad!" The door opened and a bulky young man, about in his early twenties, dressed in blue overalls stood in the doorway. He faded in and out of focus. "Er... Can I help you- Whoa! Goddesses!" He cried as he saw her wounds. "Are you okay?" He stammered.

Nezru waddled inside without being asked and, finally, after what seemed like days of walking, stopped caring. She began to fall once again on the floor but was caught half way down by the man.

"Let's get you upstairs, come on." He said. His words were somehow reassuring and he took all her weight on him. Unfazed, he began to walk up the stairs.

Now not having to support her own weight, the need to stay awake seemed pointless and Nezru felt herself slip out of consciousness.

Yey, first chapter finished, I'll be updating in two days. I hope you're counting. But while you're doing that, you should write me a review. If I get lots, I might just update faster.