W/n: I HAVE NO CLUE HOW TO DO THIS!!! Pwease bare with? Newbie! SEND ME CRAP YOU KNOW!! (I don't know any writer's lingo yet so W/n means Writer's note……..HELP ME!!)

~~……….~~  : new place

~*~…….~*~ : same place, different point of view

"………." : someone talking (duh)

*………* : someone thinking

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Chapter 1: the Spell

~~ Deep in the Greudo Desert ~~

A stranger slowly made her way through the hourly sand storm to the small tent of the Desert Potion Maker. She knew the old hag was expecting her, she always was.  The sand storm lighted as she walked closer to the entrance. The Guild Poe snickered as he always did and vanished. Not needing the Eye of Truth to see him, there was no delay in her entering.

She entered the dimly lit tent. After letting her eyes adjust, she made her way to the cushion meant for guests. The tent's only light source came form the countless candles circling the main table. Though there had to be over 50 candles, the room was hard to see, but by now she had become used to it.

As she sat, the old witch appeared as she always did, her body forming from the wisps of smoke floating form the many candles. On the stranger's first visit as a child this entrance had frightened her badly, now it was just a normal, everyday thing to her.

"Lower your hood child," commanded the elder, "the evil eyes of the Greudo King cannot see you here, you are safe for now…" The Stranger did as she was told, knowing very well that Ganon could not sence her here.

* How many times I have wished to hear that said elsewhere…* thought the stranger as her golden locks fell from the hood's depths. Though her face was beautiful, it had been darkened by long days in the sun, and scratched by sand and spears. On her forehead was the mark of the Shieken Tribe, still a deep scare. She looked longingly into her soul *by Link……*

"Stop your dreaming child," the old hag's voice broke the young Sheiken's train of thought, "you have come here for a reason, tell me…."

"I need a spell elder," replied the Shieken, her daydream still rushing through her head, "to make one stronger through troubles, as requested by the Sage of Shadow…"

"Aww……" whispered the old hag, "so Impa calls on my services again…" she trailed off as if in a day dream her self. Though the Shieken was hoping to get on with her mission soon, she did not wish to interrupt the Potion Maker.

"Who is this spell for child?"  The hag finally continued.

"The hero of time elder, he has lost hope again……." She herself trailed off, into another mental journey with him. "Here is your payment," she said half heartedly, "200 rupees, as requested." she set a large pouch onto the table and waited for the spell.

"Good…..good……"answered the hag as she grabbed the pouch and replaced it with a tattered scroll and a bag of herbs. After chanted over the scroll, the spell was set. "You may leave now…" the Shieken nodded and replaced the hood on her brow. "and tell Impa, my services have been worn thin, the time has come for the Hero to find his own heart, mind and quest…" with that, the old hag once again returned to her smoky form and floated out of the tent flap.