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This is my very first fanfic, so please review after reading it. Also, I would appreciate it if you would leave constructive critism behind along with any comments on my work. If it was bad, please tell me why, and I'll try to fix it. If it was good, please explain why, and I'll do my best to keep it up. Thanks. Hope you enjoy this prologue.

The woman raced through the battle-scarred wastelands, knowing that they were hot on her trail. Her breath was now coming in gasps and pants, and her legs were losing strength fast. Her tattered cloak trailed behind her as she desperately fought her way forward into the night. The newborn twins she held tightly continued to cry ceaselessly, and their weight was starting to have its effect on the young woman's remaining strength. She could feel her arms grow heavy, and her legs began to numb. She continued to blindly run until she got to a staircase built into the rock face of a cliff. Without any hesitation, she began to ascend those steps, because her life depended on it...

She read a sign by the gate that she could barely make out into the darkness. "Kakariko Village". She pounded on the door and shouted until her voice gave out, but no one would answer her calls. Her hopes dropped, and she collapsed onto her knees. The last of her will was almost gone. Her pointed ears twitched and stiffened as the voices began to grow louder, and the woman grew more and more anxious. Trying to calm herself down, she began to think about what possible methods she could go along with. Could she try to break into the village beyond the gate? Her aching limbs told her that was impossible. Could she try to surprise them by suddenly dashing out of the shadows past them? Would she be able to outrun them if she caught them off guard like that? The babies weighed her down too much; outrunning them was out of the question. Desperate for any way out of this mess, she began to cry. And suddenly, it hit her. Her heart dropped into her stomach as she came to a horrifying conclusion; she had only one option.

She had hoped against hope that there would be some other way, but in her heart, she knew this was the only thing she could do. She left the brothers in a crevasse in the cliff wall, out of sight, and turned around, back toward the hostile voices that sought her out down the steps that she had climbed. As she began to leave, she heard the one thing she was dreading more than anything in this whole accursed situation; although the younger brother was now fast asleep, the older twin was still wide awake, and crying. Knowing that this would end up with both brothers being discovered and mercilessly killed, the mother quickly scooped up the older brother, still crying, and felt her way back down the steps to Hyrule Field, staying to the shadows of the rock wall. She would have to try to hide and silently make her way around her chasers in the darkness of the night. The voices were now moving away from her, but she would take no chances. Staying along the edge the rock wall, she continued to follow it as she passed by Zora's River, and turned into a small passageway that was covered in thick overgrowth and plant life. Sure that no one would be able to notice this inconspicuous entrance to some hiding place, she pushed aside the aged, gnarled branches that threatened to tear her very flesh, and stepped inside, hoping that whatever was inside was friendly.

The baby now asleep at last, the woman trudged her way across a bridge that seemed to appear out of nowhere as she continued on through the passage that she had entered. Looking to her left, then to her right, she noticed large trees, with a lush green cover of grass on the ground below her, and wondered who was so fortunate as to be able to live here, in peace, undisturbed by the outside world, where wars ravaged the land. This place seeme so tranquil, so calm...she could not stop staring in awe at this beautiful scenery. Here, her strength gave out, and she almost toppled over, but she managed to steady herself on the rope supporting the bridge with one hand, the other still stubbornly holding onto her remaining son. She did not have much longer...she had to get help...

Past the bridge, she stumbled into a whole new world. Like some kind of dream world, the whole place was green with beautiful plants, tall trees, and a sky that teemed with butterflies and fairies. The whole place was entirely populated by children in green tunics, such adorable children, she hoped her sons would grow up to like these healthy, fine youngsters... tears welled up in her eyes, and her vision became watery as her thoughts wandered back to the son she had left behind at the unwelcoming village- would he be alright? Would they turn their back on the boy as they had done her? Forcing her tears back, she watched as the children all curiously grouped around her, wondering who this stranger could be. They all seemed unsure of what to do, and murmured amongst themselves, and feeling that time was running out, she called out to them first.

"Please" she cried, "help me here. I've come so far, I just want to get my son to a safe place." She held out her son, and the children all gazed at the infant in awe, completely forgetting the woman that held the baby out. Frustration started to build up inside her. She cursed herself for her own foolishness. They were merely children! What good would it do to ask them for help?

"Move away from her!" a voice, sure and true, rang out through the racket that the children were making, a voice full of confidence and inner strength. The children all obediently moved aside, and the woman was stunned to see it was another child...a girl, with short green hair and deep eyes that shone with a maturity beyond the rest. It was clear to see that she was well-respected. She turned to the woman with a comforting smile. "Please, come this way. I will take you to our caregiver." Mustering up all of her will, she forced herself to follow the young child, who seemed to have perfect control of the situation.

After following the small girl for what seemed like an eternity, the woman entered a wide grove, a huge area separate from the rest of the forest-land that she was in. A single mighty tree stood in the center of the cavernous area, and seemed to take up the entire space. She could vaguely make out a face in the tree, and wondered what this tree was. It looked so old, and yet looked like it would live on for a thousand more years. And with a voice that seemed to resonate to the very core of her soul, the tree began to speak.

And yet, for some reason, she was not surprised. In fact, after seeing it, she was almost expecting it to speak, as if it were a normal Hylian person.

"Woman" it began, "As the caretaker of hither locale, I must implore thee to answer my question: What brings thee hither?" The woman had a bit of touble making out the tree's ancient accent, but understood enough to answer in a dry and worn voice of one that had been through grueling trials as she had.

"My good sir, I have barely managed to escape my captors, and I must find refuge for my son. Please, I beg of you, do not reject my son and I of this simple request." And with the last of her strength, she approached the magnificent tree, and ceremoniously laid her son down before it. As she collapsed onto the soft earth, relief washed over her like a warm wave. She had succeeded. She found a home. Everything will be alright. As her eyelids slowly closed shut, she whispered her final word...

Link...

My story has just begun, and I'll be doing my best to update it as soon as I can, but as I'm a slow typist, please don't expect anything too soon. Thanks for taking the time to read my little story, that's more than what I can ask for. Write On!