Heya everyone! MoonlightStories here!

This story is not about an existing Zelda game. Although, one of the heroes does play a big part of this story. So I guess, this doesn't exactly make this a completely seperate story. Mainly because this story is supposed to take place in the timeline only a century after Twilight Princess.

And just like that, I've already given away quite alot of the story!

Anyway, I would really appreciate it if you place a review down below and share me your thoughts about the prologue or the story as a whole. Which is just the prologue so far.

PS. Please by nice. This is the first Zelda fanfic I've ever written. Give it a chance!


Two Of A Kind: Prologue

Heavy breathing broke through the silence of the forest. Smoke banished the soft scent of the trees. Blood covered the dark green of the grass, a person lying in the middle of it all.

She was a young woman, seemingly in her twenties, her long ears identifying her as a Hylian. She had light blond hair that used to be tied up in a knot on the back of her head, but the many long strands of hair now lay spread on her back and the ground, covering her face. But her deep blue eyes could still watch as her only home was burning down to the ground.

Her heart was breaking. Not because of her house, but because of who was still inside.

The young woman wanted to move, but she had no strength left in her limbs to support her body. She had no strength left at all. Her eyes were devoid of the brilliance they once held, close to losing it forever.

"L...Li..." She tried to strain her voice, tried to call his name, but she couldn't. It wouldn't be of any use, either. The boy was too young to understand words, after all.

Her heart's ache could compete with the very flames that consumed the once strong wooden walls of her house, but her ache didn't stay for much longer as her life quickly slipped away. She was only clinging to her last thread of life.

But then, something caught her attention through her blurring vision as someone seemed to escape the hot grasp of the flames. The figure had come out of nowhere and held a bundle gently against it's chest. A loud cry of despair left the moving being wrapped in thin blankets.

A soft smile spread across the young mother's lips as her last breath left her lungs. She could go on in peace now, somehow knowing that her son was safe.