Auther's Note: Thank you viridi and thank you Saria19(she told me my first try sucked and BOY was she right!)
Link has been defeated. The evil, self-proclaimed king, Ganondorf, has forced his way to power. Stealing the Triforce he made himself immortal. Now all nations tremble in fear at what he may do...
I looked at the little hut my father and I shared, noticing the moldy logs that caused my father to sneeze as he walked by. I smiled at the thought, but it just as quickly faded when I thought of him-dying right this instant. My eyes started to become wet at the thought.
No! I will not cry, father wants me to be a brave girl. I considered slipping on my boots but I decided against it. I wasn't going far. My father wanted a mushroom-a white mushroom with red spots. He wanted that to be the last taste in his mouth when he died.
I sighed, my father didn't have long. I ran to the old dead tree that had been blasted by Ganondorf three years previously. It had proven to be a splendid breeding ground for the red-and-white mushrooms my father enjoyed so. I pretended to brush my yellow hair out of my face while I snuck a look around. Nobody here. I relaxed, but why do I feel watched? I shrugged untying a small bag fastened to my belt. Under a twisted branch, partly concealed by a bush, a small group of mushrooms quivered as I stroked them.
I heard a rustle above me and my head whipped up. Quick as a flash, a skultula dropped toward me spinning.
He knocked me onto my back before I could scream. I got up and ran as fast as I could, stopping only when my energy was gone. Gasping I leaned on a sapling to catch my breath. In the space to my right I heard snuffling. "Who's there?" My voice quavered. I couldn't see anything but two shining eyes in the rapidly depleting light.
"Awhoooooo!" A white wolfo, I stumbled back screaming.
A few hours later I woke up. My hair was bloody and stained orange. I looked down at my dress noticing the claw marks down it, I touched the fabric-it had penetrated the skin on my chest and stomach too. I could deal with it later, I reasoned, it wasn't very deep.
Wait! Where was the wolfo? I shot up alarmed, but it quickly changed to cunfusion-where was I? Instead of standing inside the ruthless Lost Woods, I stood in a ruined courtyard. Around me, tall statues stood-all apparently depicting the same person of differing ages. He looked handsome I suppose, but a nagging voice inside me told me something was familier about him. I looked closer at his hand-a symbol was etched there.
I gasped, looking at my own hand, the same symbol was on me too.
I looked at it for a moment wondering why we shared this symbol. "Who are you? I whispered. I walked past the majestic figures and through an archway. Inside a strange sight greeted me-that of a purple-hilted sword embedded, point first, into a stone. Who would waste a sword like that, I wondered. I shrugged, obviously noone wanted it. I checked around me, I forgot how useless that was last time.
Now or never...I lunged at it and pulled!
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