~Prologue~

Everybody loves a good story. Everybody insists on listening to stories about a beautiful princess who is locked away in a tower, and a charming and dashing prince comes to save her upon a white stallion. They insisted upon hearing a happy ending, where the evil monster is slain and the prince and princess marry, and live happily ever after. Oh, how sweet. BAH! There is no stories like that! If you hear any story that is like that, then it's made-up fantasy. Bah!, I say to that!

No, if you want a true story, then there is a tale of a boy, who was not a prince in any way. He was raised in the forest, running around in only a dirty green tunic. He knew the true ways of the world. He went under so many hardships. He left his home, many of his friends died. He gave up his life for his homeland. That's a story! Here's the best part, children. He did indeed save a princess, but they did not marry! Ha! What you have to say to that? He rode upon a steed of flaming red, a beauty that no white pony can compare to. Don't give me those looks, this horse was THE horse. True, beautiful, and so full of life.

Ah, but that is an old story, such a long time ago. No, I have the story just for you. Such pain, such memory! A true story of history, none of that wishy-washy nonsense. Tell me, have you heard of a Sheikah?

What? What is this? Have you not heard of the mysterious race of the Sheikah? Where were you raised, a barn? Bah! Fine then, I shall explain this race to you.

They are probably the most mysterious of all the races. Eyes the color of the red sun, and hair as white as freshly fallen snow. This is what makes them different from Hylians, children. Not only that, but they were known as the people of shadow. They say that the Sheikah could talk to the dead, and held strange powers. What strange powers? Can't say for sure; they guard their secrets well. Oh, there are rumors, of course, but rumors are only shadows of the truth. Turn a deaf ear to them, children!

Now, here's were fact plays in. Sheikah were loyal, through life and death, to the Hylian Royal Family. From birth to death, they served the family as soldiers, caretakers, and even fortune-tellers. Their undying loyalty was well-known. Hee-hee.

Now things get interesting. Let's say there was one Sheikah who grew tired of this life? So, this person stole into the night, and hid from the world till the end of her days? What of this then? Whatever happened to the loyalty of the Sheikah? What happened to the Sheikah? What would happen if she was discovered? Hmmm… certainly a mystery.

My name? Why would you ask such a question? Don't you want to know what happened when Ganondorf… Bah! Me and my big mouth. Fine, fine, since you insist.

My name is…

Thanks for reading the prologue! I truly appreciate it. I finally decided to stick to a story, so this one with defiantly be completed, no matter what! I must say, when I have writer's block, then I have it forever! This story came together really nicely, so I hope it turns out all right.

I'm going to go ahead a point out that the story may not follow the proper Legend of Zelda story line. I am a big fan of following proper story lines, but this story simply couldn't do it. So, if anything is out of place, trust me, I know.I do have some original characters in here, but not a lot. About two. So expect to see a lot of old characters in here!

If anyone really likes this, then please review or something! I know this is only the prologue and it's ok, but I would like some feedback. Please don't be too evil with your review; I sort of lose the spirit when people are cruel.

I would like to add that this story was inspired by Ocarina of Time. I was playing it recently, and I got to the part of the well. I never realized how cool it was; I love the place and it's secrets. I would like to thank my friends and my siblings who help me when I'm in a writing slump.

Thanks again!

Disclaimer: Everyone always has them, so I decided that I should have one to. I do not own Legend of Zelda. Wish I did. There, I'm done.