Phantoms

Final March

Prologue

A young wolf pup sat at the edge of the woods near the human settlement. His dark gray fur masking him in the shadows, and was long enough to hide a collar he wore, made of material thought to be no longer existent. He would be mistaken for a wild beast, but he was far from that. Barely old enough to fend for himself, he was forced to when hunters killed his mother and siblings.

Instead, he had been waiting. This small farm village was quiet as it was restless. The fields were darkening with the coming winter, and a coming threat, one he did not fully understand but the strange being of the spring just outside noted of a Dark Army. The pup had been born just as peace settled, only a few moons back.

This village was about to gain a visitor.

Sure enough, on the night of the first frost, a carriage came into the town. While the new humans were not adorn in anything that the villagers could identify them with, the sight of the injured woman being hustled into the house of the man in charge of the village was enough for the pup. Whatever was happening at the great stone city in the center of the field would be dealt by another, as a whisper of an old spirit touched his ears.

Young as he was, his duty was clear, comfort the woman who had been brought to the village, and stay with her as a loyal companion.

He waited until everyone stepped outside to get more instructions before padding forward, keeping to the setting shadows. As he had hoped, the door was still slightly ajar, and he swiftly moved inside. Following his nose, he carefully moved up the stairs, having to hop slightly as they were a bit big for him. He found the injured woman in the bed, resting on her side. She was far too pale to be healthy. Jumping onto the bed, the wolf pup wedged himself underneath her arm and rested his head near her chest. Her heartbeat soon lulled him to sleep.

...Goddess Plume...

Two phantoms stood in the training grounds of the castle, one watching the repairs, the other watching the knights being trained. At the time, no one could see them.

"Was it predicted it would all happen so soon after Twilight?" the warrior looking spirit asked, turning its attention to its companion.

"No, I would have thought they would have at least a year to recover." the other replied, "but you yourself has shown me how off my dreams can be."

"The fact that you knew what you did when we met was still impressive." the warrior said, "and I applauded convincing Impa to teach you the ways of the Sheikah."

"I have always wanted to be able to defend myself. But neither of us have been able to find peace, it helped you were able to help this ages Hero..."

"but as long as he roamed still, we cannot rest. Hyrule needs to find true peace."

"Without her light, it might as well be for naught."

"Calm yourself, My Lady." the warrior said, "The people already want him overthrown, and are following the visiting King in the efforts to rebuild enough to fight back."

"I'm glad she took after her mother." came the reply. "Will you slay him?"

"If that is what my Lady asks of me."

"Very well, you take care of her father, and I will take care of her."

The single red eye of the warrior glowed brighter. "I will do so proudly, My Queen."

Here I go again.
I acutally finished this story last month in a span of two days (June 15-16), but have been working with my parents and rereading it several times myself to give it some editing.

This story has been floating in my head for several years... since a few months after the release of Twilight Princess to be exact. However, over the years it has changed, and only a few core elements remain. But this 'version' I have written came cascading out like someone lifted the dam and it had to be written.

Anyway, I'll stop blabbering. I would appricate helpful reviews and such, and I'll post a chaper once a week, likely on Saturdays.

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Flameshield