So I reread this a while ago and noticed that a bunch of things were off, so I went back and fixed them. No big plot twists or anything, just the wording and some details were changed. So this is the first f fic. R&R

She wiped the grime and sand out of her eyes as she looked up at the towering fortress above her. It was time for the thing she had been dreading the most in the past days. Sighing, she pushed herself onward. Arriving at the building, she stepped into the cool, dimly lit room that was the Gerudo's burial chambers. It was packed already, with more likely to come from the neighboring villages on the outskirts of the dessert. This was the one time that outsiders from across the land were allowed into the Gerudos land, and many who didn't even know the deceased took advantage of the situation just to see the magnificent structure. Beside the large sarcophagus were wreaths of flowers, sent from the lush parts of the kingdom, from those who wished to send their sympathies, but could not come to the funeral. Before she could get much farther into the chamber, she was spotted by her noisy aunt Leanon. She tryed to duck behind someone else, but her aunt grabbed her with a vicelike grip and pulled her close to her face.

"AMA! Ama, I called you once! Were you avoiding me? Well no matter. I wanted to come sooner to offer my condolences to the family but I simply couldn't make it! I guess you aren't really affected by it are you though? I suppose you didn't KNOW her, did you? Well I sent some flowers, and I wanted them to know how deeply stricken I am by this untimely death, and how..."

Ama stared off into space as Leanon droned on about this and that and how she distantly knew the deceased, remembering how she wasnt even a real aunt, just a friend of her mothers, whom she'd never met. Her mother had abandoned her when she was a tiny babe, and left her to be cared for by an orphanage. Those were the worst days of her life, not that it was much better now. She was a mail runner, and in training to be the lowest type of guard the Gerudo society had. It had just been a few days ago when a runner had come to her, stricken with grief, to tell her that the leader of the Gerudo's, Rah Sieh, had been killed by a band of starving Wolfos, who had found their way into the dessert and had gotten lost. She had been on her annual pilgrimage to the temple, armed with only a small dagger and bearing a load of offerings to the great spirit priestess Nabooru. The scouts sent out to find Rah Sieh had come back the with a mangled corpse of the once great leader, finding only chewed bones with scraps of flesh and clothing next to the offerings of fruits and wines. At first Ama had not believed them, denying that the great leader could be killed by a pack of stupid Wolfos. But now, at the funeral, she began to realize that she would never see Rah Sieh again. She had been Ama's only friend when they were little, not caring that she was only a runner and Rah Sieh was training to be the leader of their people.

"...and I TOLD your cousin she needed to come to see who the new leader would be but she said no, she has..."

"Leanon, I need to go," said Ama rapidly before she could protest, "I forgot something I have to do."

As she wandered away from her angry looking aunt, lost in thought, she bumped into the casket. There, looking up at her, were the shrouded bones of her former leader, and dear friend, Rah Sieh. Ama couldn't take it. She started to walk, then trot, then started a full blown run out of the building, tears flowing down her face. She didn't know where she was going until she felt herself run her head straight into something. Stars winked in front of her eyes as she sat abruptely down, crying out in pain.

"Ouch!" She reached up to her forehead, where a gigantic lump was already forming beneath her fingers. Looking up, she realized she had ran into the archery range near the fortress and ran smack into one of the many targets she so often practiced on. Sinking down in to the sandy dirt, Ama wept for her friend. She sobbed until she could cry no more, then sat there hiccuping for a long time. Eventually, a rhythmic thunk of arrows hitting the targets woke her from her dazed and soggy state. Looking up, she realized she was not alone anymore. A tall blond Hylian was galloping around the ring on a gorgeous black horse with even more beautiful tack. The Hylian himself outshone both the tack and the horse, showing off his athletic prowess as he fired steadily into the targets. He was dressed in an extravagant black silk tunic and soft white breeches and a small matching cap sitting on his radiant gold locks. She could see through his tunic to the bulge of muscles that came from years of fighting and honing his skill with a weapon. His eyes were the thing that struck her the most, though. A radiant blue, with a fire that burned with a passion a courage that made her shiver and have a feeling they could look into her soul itself. As she was staring at him, he turned towards her and noticed her. Trotting up beside her, he dismounted and held out a hand to help her to her feet.

"Are you alright? You look as though you have been drowned," he said in a voice radiating concern and kindness. Only then did Ama realize how she must look, in her dirt stained funeral blouse, throbbing bruised head and puffy eyes. She tried to brush some of the dirt off and wiped her eyes.

"I'm fine." she muttered.

"What's your name?" he said softly.

"I'm Ama, and yours?"

"Link. But why are you up here alone?"

"I didn't want to stay at the funeral, so I guess I must of come up here. Whenever I'm stressed, I practice, and I suppose its just an instinct by now," replied Ama.

"I never was big on gatherings like these, so I try to avoid the event until I am needed. I expect the funeral is about to start, though. Will you stay up here?" asked Link.

"No. I'm coming," said Ama softly, dragging herself to her feet.