Disclaimer: I do not own Zelda, but I do own Tristan and the slew of OC's that appear later on in this story. This is the second book in the series and I hope you guys enjoy.

Eternity…

I wonder if any being truly understands the meaning of such a word. I can still remember the time when the trees of these ancient woods were still young, when I was still young. I have watched the millennia pass and the trees grow tall and mighty. Even the Great Deku Tree was no more than a sapling in Hyrule's genesis. How strong he grew under my care, how much I loved his company.

But now he is gone, taken from me by the cruel, ignorant peoples of the world. Those hateful, impatient beasts grew large and plentiful in time, and there existence has brought nothing but pain and misery upon this land of Hyrule. The edge of our woods has served countless battles over the centuries, and I have seen thousands die over trivial tokens of money and land. They squander everything the Goddesses have given them, and have the audacity to call it there own.

But simply enslaving the land was not enough for the greedy Hyilian's; they saw fit to pass judgment upon this world. They twisted the Goddesses credence's, and used their names to ensure tortures and executions far to grizzly to ever imagine, all to satiate their lust for power. It wasn't long before the kings of these lands looked upon themselves as gods, and placed upon themselves the right to purge this world of evil.

It was on that day, five hundred years ago, when the armies came with oil, and set my beloved woods aflame. I watched in horror as the healthy green sprigs charred to lifeless black. The acrid smoke fell thick upon the woods, and the animals fled for fresher air, only to be met by the waiting spears of Hyrule's horsemen.

The forest itself screamed in pain and its haunting wail stung my ears. They destroyed my home, my family, and they laughed while they did it, spouting the will of the Goddesses and all. For the first time in my life, I felt rage in its purest form boil up from somewhere deep within me.

The pain from my wounds, the passing of time, everything was overwhelmed by that unspeakable rage. I felt like a demon as I landed before the first solider, snapping his precious lance in twine, and driving the spear through his open throat. Wave after wave came and fell before my feet but it wasn't enough, it was never enough. The bodies piled around me and even there hardened commander could not keep his men from breaking ranks.

I saw another man, trapped under his horse and fighting for his every breath. My insatiable anger turned to bloodlust and sadistic thoughts filled my head. I was ready to fill this man with a hundred, no, a thousand holes before he met the Goddesses, and I knew I would enjoy every moment of that torture. I hoisted the spear and aimed for his retracted arm, but I just stood there, a wave of doubt washing over me. His eyes were so full of fear; he looked like an innocent animal lying there, helpless before me. I…I couldn't bring myself to finish him; I just ran, ran for the sanctity of the woods and never looked back.

Now, five hundred years have passed since then, and still the wound in my heart has yet to heal. I still do not regret what I did that day, but when I remember that macabre scene, those twisted faces of men whose futures were robbed from them, I cannot help but feel remorse for those who died all too soon.

So do I feel regret for what I've done? Was that sacrifice enough to atone for what they did? No! Nothing the Hyilians could ever do would earn my forgiveness, so why, why did I protect Tristan that time three years ago when I could've left him, a round ear, to die in the shelter of that tree? Maybe it was to atone for what I'd done, or maybe it was that childish smile that so enchanted me. No matter the reason, I saved Tristan that day, and maybe because of that my frozen heart has begun to finally thaw.

Today will be two-thousand, three hundred, and eighty-third birthday, but even with my heart so scarred, I can still smile, knowing that their are good natured souls like Tristan and Link who live in this world.

Maybe they will be the ones to bring the peace I have so longed for.

Or maybe it is just a foolish dream from a foolish child.

-"Kokiri's Eve" Saria-

Authors Note: Man Saria's quite dark isn't she?Please review and tell me what you guys thought.