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Once upon a time, the land was bathed in a peaceful light, giving the land hope and the people joy. It was a prosperous time, one of many in the past. The Goddesses Nayru, Fayore, and Din kept the land in order, watching over those who believed in them.

But there were always those who don't believe in the Goddesses. There was one man in particular who despised the Goddesses, spat on their images, and created the first sliver of doubt in the hearts of the people. In turn, he was banished to the desert, where he found a group of other non-believers like himself. He became their ruler, and sought a way to obtain the great Triforce, the symbol and sacred treasure of the Goddesses. He wanted to rule the land and cover it in darkness, just like his ancestors. His name was Ganondorf. He managed to obtain the Triforce of Power, as did they, but they all fell at the hands of the great Hero. The ancient Hero, clad in green, defended the innocents the evil man attempted to kill, and always saved the land from utter destruction, with the power of the Triforce of Courage.

But not this time…

A new villain emerged, known as Kaiser, and covered the land in darkness by his own power. He wiped out villages and towns, scattering everyone around the continent of Hyrule. There was little for the people to do except pray to the Goddesses and protect the Triforce. The Goddesses, using the last of their power, sealed the man away and left the people with this edict.

"In the future, the man known as Kaiser will awaken, but do not fear. The great Hero will come again to challenge him. Believe in the hero, for only then shall the world be as it once was."

The people rejoiced at the prophecy, and the land once again turned green with health, for the man named Kaiser had been sealed away. Years passed and the prophecy was engraved under the statue of the Goddesses in the Hyrule Castle throne room.

But the peace was not to last. One hundred years later the seal upon Kaiser was broken, and he awoke. But he was not himself. He was weak after being asleep so long, so he began strengthening himself. But his power wasn't coming back quickly.

Our story begins 10 years after that, in the forest to the far south of Hyrule Castle.

Chapter 1: Moriko, the forest child

Moriko had always felt at home in her small forest village. With her friend Laura and her little cousin around, there'd always been happy times for them. They'd chase the goats around the ranch or play tag with the others kids, so there was no shortage of fun. Of course her chores were the most important, since she was the second child of the village leader. But Moriko never liked them, and if her caretaker, Simeon, every tried to make her do more, she'd run off into the woods.

Strange as it may see, Moriko liked the woods better than any other place in the entire area. She'd only started going there when she was 7. She would sit on the roots of her huge oak tree and stare out into the woods, watching small animals run between the trees. She'd fall asleep occasionally to find a wolf watching her from a distance, and that would be right before Simeon would find her and drag her back to the village. She'd be forced to help him clean dishes or milk the goats, but her mind would always go back to that wolf. It was always the same ghostly outline, but recently it'd become more solid. It had even begun coming closer to her. That's how it used to be.

Then one day Simeon found her and tried to punish her for skipping out on chores again. Only this time, the wolf growled. It was a low hollow sound, and Simeon must've heard it. Because he turned white as a sheet and had forbidden her from ever entering the forest again. It'd been 8 years since then, and Moriko was now 16, turning 17 in a few hours.

Which was why today was a sad day for her. She sat at her window, fiddling with a lock of her dirty blonde hair, watching the birds fly overhead with electric blue eyes. How she wanted to go outside, but, once again, Simeon and her sister Karin had locked her in the house. She pounded her fist against the wall, angry with her family for penning her up like this. It couldn't be legal! She let out a shout of frustration, then slumped against the wall. This wasn't fair.

Her cousin Gabe walked in, still holding his favorite teddy bear. He may have been only 10, but he was still a little angel. He shuffled over to Moriko and sat down on his favorite spot, her lap, with a small sigh. She looked down at the little boy, who's head was resting on her chest.

He's so cute!, she thought, petting his black hair affectionately. He was just like her, always cooped up in the house until his chores were done. But for the past few days he'd been sick, so Moriko had been stuck with his chores. That didn't matter though. He was still her charge, no matter what Karin said. Gabe had always loved Moriko more.

Karin came up and tapped on the window, carrying a small box and grinning like the fool she was. Her bright blonde hair was much more vibrant and luxurious than Moriko's and she'd always liked to rub that in. Her bright green eyes came from our mother, unlike Moriko's blue ones.

Moriko removed on hand from behind Gabe and swiftly undid the locks on the window, sliding it up as quietly as possible.

"What is it, Karin?" Moriko asked, peeved that her sister was being to blatantly inconsiderate.

"Hey there, little sister! How are you?" Karin asked, her voice tainted with sarcasm.

"Ready to scream," Moriko said darkly, glaring. "What do you want? I'm busy."

"I can see you're busy," Karin said, glancing down at Gabe, who was dozing. "I'll make this quick. It's your birthday in two hours, and we're going to-"

"I don't want a party, Karin. Not today, I'm in a foul mood."

Karin clicked her tongue, waggling her finger. "That's silly," she said. "Every girl wants a fabulous party. There'll be mountains of gifts, cake, cute guys!"

"What cute guys?" Moriko asked, smirking. "We live in the forest, Karin. There's no cute guys for miles around here."

Karin's expression went from faking happy to annoyance in a flash.

"Listen, little girl," she hissed. "You're going to have a party, you're going to have fun, and you're going to wear this!" She pushed a box through the window angrily and stomped off, leaving Moriko alone with Gabe. She put the box on the floor and gently lifted Gabe off her lap, laying him on the couch as carefully as possible. He was a grouch before midday.

She slipped into her room quietly, easily avoiding the squeaky boards in the floor, and opened the box Karin had shoved in her face. Inside was the most humorous outfit she'd ever laid eyes on. It was a dress. Moriko had to cover her mouth with both hands to keep from laughing herself to death. She hadn't worn a dress since she had been a little kid! What in the name of Fayore was Karin thinking, assuming she'd wear it for her 17th birthday? She threw open her closet and leafed through her outfits, choosing one that she liked the most. It was a light blue cotton shirt, matched with a pair of loose black pants with pockets sewn into the sides. She sighed loudly and looked at the sun, noticing it was almost midday. Gabe would want to get ready soon.

Moriko headed back out to the living room and gently shook Gabe awake. He began muttering a stream of garble before he actually opened his eyes.

"Gabe," Moriko whispered, "it's time to wake up."

Gabe yawned loudly, rubbing sleep from his eyes. "What day is it?"

"One I'd like to miss," Moriko grumbled. Gabe's brown eyes shot open, staring at her intently.

"That's right!" he said. "Today's your birthday! Hold on one second!" He jumped off the couch and ran into his room, which was next door to hers, and rushed back out, a small box in hand. "Happy birthday, Moriko!" he said, grinning innocently.

Moriko took the small wooden box from him, inspecting it until he pushed her to open it. Inside was a woven bracelet with wooden charm dangling off it. The charm was carved into the shape of tree. Her oak tree to be precise. She tied it around her wrist and scooped Gabe up into a huge hug.

"Thank you, Gabe! I love it!" she said happily. "How did you remember this tree?"

"I remember you always going to sit by it when Simeon would tell you to do my chores. You wouldn't come back until nightfall, and I'd worry about you until then. So now you have that tree with you all the time."

Moriko set Gabe down on the couch, so he was standing at her eye level. "Oh, Gabe, I'm sorry I made you worry. Next time I go to the tree, we'll go together, okay?" she said. Gabe grinned, his black hair falling in his eyes.

Suddenly there was a pounding on the door. Gabe ran to his room as Moriko went to answer it.

"Who is it?" she called, standing a few feet from the door.

"Open up, Moriko! You've got work to do!" It was Simeon. Moriko could recognize his gruff voice from anywhere.

"Today's my birthday, Simeon. You let Karin shirk off her chores every weekend. Don't I get a day off once a year?"

"Her case is different! Open up!"

"How's it different?" she asked. She knew if she pushed him any farther, he'd probably break the door down.

"She helps me, unlike you!"

That's crap, she thought angrily. She knew did a lot more work than Karin, who only sat behind their father's desk and griped about something.

"It's my birthday, so I'm not doing anything!" she shouted. She heard growling outside as she tuned her back to the door, plugging her ears. If Simeon broke the door down, he'd fix it himself. She was tired of cleaning up after him.

"Is there a problem here, Simeon?" someone asked. Moriko looked out the window to see Tabatha, my neighbor, glaring down Simeon. "Well?" she asked again, making him flinch. She stood up straight, grunted something, and left.

Moriko waved to Tabatha, who unlocked the door from the outside with one of her keys.

"Hey, Tabatha! How are you?" Moriko asked, stepping outside. Gabe followed quickly, not wanting to be left inside for another week.

"Mercy, child. I should ask you that?" she said, sighing in frustration. "How do you put up with that sad excuse for a man?"

"Well, Gabe helps distract me," Moriko said, ruffling the little boy's hair. He cringed and flailed in her arms, but she didn't let go until Tabatha cleared her throat. "Sorry."

"It's alright," she said. "Let's go get you ready for your party." They began walking down the path towards the rest of the village.

"I told Karin I didn't want one…,"Moriko grumbled. Gabe took her hand and smiled.

"It's okay, Moriko. It'll be over in a few hours," he said, trying to cheer her up. She sighed, ruffling his hair again.

"Thanks, Gabe. You're a sweetheart."

He grinned and ran ahead of us, chasing a squirrel down the dirt path.

"He's growing up fast, isn't he?" Tabatha said quietly. Moriko glanced at her, then averted her eyes to Gabe's disappearing figure.

"Yeah…I can't believe he still hasn't given up on becoming a knight of Hyrule."

"Well, he'll grow out of it eventually," she said, resting her hands on her wide hips. She blew a piece of her dark hair out of her face as they entered the village, heading for the main square. Moriko glanced around, her blue eyes searching for a particular person. A hand on her shoulder alerted her to someone's presence behind her.

"Happy birthday, Moriko," someone whispered in her ear. She turned to see Laura, her dark haired friend, grinning evilly from ear to ear. "Glad to see you're alive."

"What are you planning?" Moriko asked, concerned with her friend's malicious smile.

"Oh…no reason. Hey, ma?" Laura called to the older woman. "Can I borrow the birthday girl before she rips someone's head off?"

"Go ahead," Tabatha said, shrugging. "Just have her back in less than an hour."

"Okay, ma. Come one, Moriko! Gotta get you ready!" Laura said, grabbing Moriko's wrist and setting off into the village.

"Laura, can we stop?"

"No. I need as much time as possible to get you ready!"

Moriko felt her gut go splat on the ground. "What?"

"Come on! Are you seriously going to wear that to your party?" Laura asked, stopping at her house, which was slightly smaller than Moriko's.

"Well-"

"No!" she declared, pushing Moriko into the house and into one of the bedrooms. "You are going to wear something new! Not that outfit!"

Moriko sighed and closed her mouth before she could say anything that would set her friend off. Laura had always been a very fashionable girl. Her heart shaped face and soft features added to her sense of grace, as well as her knowledge of guys, to an extent. She was only 16 after all, and she had gone out with only a few of the guys in the village, but only for a few days each. Her blue eyes attracted the attention of the few travelers who passed through the village, but she always turned down proposals to leave. She always stayed for Moriko, because she was her only real friend.

Moriko took a seat on the bed as Laura practically tore her closet apart, looking for anything possible. Moriko had to duck a few shirts before the rain of clothing stopped, though she wanted to run when she saw what Laura was holding in her arms. Dark tan shorts covered in swirling designs and a black sleeveless top with black sandals. Moriko visibly flinched at the shorts. They always seemed useless, since they didn't protect your legs from getting dirty.

"I'm not wearing that," she said, pointing.

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not."

"Do it for me?" she said, putting on her puppy eyes. Moriko groaned then unwillingly reached for the garments.

"Fine," she mumbled. Laura grinned and pushed her friend into the bathroom, letting her change before going at her hair. Moriko had always preferred mud to makeup. She'd always been running around freely before Simeon had come around.

"Hey," Laura said as she tamed a few of Moriko's curls, "Remember when Simeon first came here?"

"Yeah," Moriko laughed. "I remember I kicked him in the shin really hard."

"He was stuck in a chair for a few days, wasn't he?"

"Yeah. The days before him were perfect. No rules, no restrictions…"

"Not getting locked in the house for days on end," Laura said, pulling her trusty brush through her friend's hair.

"Yeah!" Moriko said, clenching her fist. "Life was better before him."

"And you're done!" Laura said, stepping back. Moriko looked in the mirror fearfully, but that disappeared in a heartbeat. Her hair was pulled back from her face by a black ribbon, which was then expertly woven into a braid that ended just below her shoulder blades. The black shirt was form fitting, showing off her nearly flat chest, and the shorts showed off her long legs. She kept fussing until Laura sighed and took her wrist, dragging her back out to the village center.

Torches had been lit all around the circular area, giving the river running around it an eerie glow. A small stack of gifts sat on a picnic table in the center of the area, along with the small cake. People were already gathered around it, smiling happily and chattering about something silly. The village kids chased each other around the area, laughing loudly. The sounds of it made Moriko…happy.

"Little sister!"

At least, it had.

"Oh, hi Karin," Moriko grumbled, rolling her eyes.

"Perfect timing!" Karin said, pinching Moriko's cheeks in mock affection. "Everyone, the birthday girl is here!" Everyone turned to Moriko, who was nursing her cheeks. They clapped as she made her way to the center of the island. She turned and faced the crowd, remembering she had to give a small speech.

"Thank you all for coming tonight. As you know, it's my 17th birthday, and it's also the coming of age for girls in this village. But before we begin, I'd like to thank a few people. First, Tabatha and Gabe, for helping me through my problems when I was sad or lonely as well as Laura, for being my best friend."

Moriko looked over the crowd, spotting Karin, looking expectant. Moriko mentally shrugged and finished her speech with, "Thank you." Karin deflated for a second, and then the party began.

The cake was quickly lit with candles and everyone gathered around Moriko, gazing hungrily at the cake. She looked at the cake with wishful eyes.

'I wish I could be outside more often,' she thought, then swiftly blew out the candles. The crowd cheered and the cake was served. Everyone got a piece, though Moriko placed hers on the bench and walked off the island, staring at the starry sky. It was really boring now. She didn't want the gifts, or the cake, or the attention. She just wanted to be outside, sitting under her oak tree.

"Moriko?" a quiet voice called. She turned to see Laura, holding a small box out. "Happy birthday. I brought it to you since you probably won't open the other ones."

Moriko took the box and opened it, seeing a whistle charm used for calling horses. She smiled and hugged her friend.

"Thank you, Laura. This party is a real drag," she said, slipping the whistle into her skirt pocket.

"I'll say. Want to go for a ride?"

"Yeah. I haven't had Meryl out in a while."

As the girls began to make their way towards the ranch, Moriko felt all the air rush out of her lungs. When she realized she couldn't breathe, she reached out for Laura, but she was out of reach. She fell to her knees in silence, her hands clutching at her throat. Her vision went blurry, then black, and her head met the dirt.

In the darkness, she felt as if someone was reaching for her. She saw a hand extend from the black in front of her, beckoning her forward. She wanted to ask who it was, but her voice was gone.

"Do not be afraid, child," a deep voice called. "You will be alright."

Moriko's mind felt fuzzy as she reached for the hand, losing her thoughts to the haze. Her hand was almost in the shadow hand when a light burst through the black, shattering the walls around her. The hand flinched, then grabbed her hand roughly.

"She's mine, you hear, Goddesses?! She's mine!" the figure in front of her shouted to the light. It was a man, and a very tall one at that. He looked to be at least a head taller than Moriko, with a handsome face. His hair was a dark brown, almost red, and his eyes were a startling shade of orange, or maybe red. Moriko was too distracted by the burning sensation in her left hand, the one the man was crushing.

'Let go!' she mouthed, her voice still gone.

The man looked down at her, his eyes blazing with greed.

"Now then, it's time you gave me what you have!" he said, grinning evilly. He lifted her up by her wrist, revealing what had been burning all along. On the back of her left hand, glowing white, was a group of three triangles. The one on the bottom right was blazing like the sun.

"You will do no such thing, Kaiser." a gentle voice said firmly, flooding the area with light. The man called Kaiser flinched, dropping Moriko to the ground. He covered his eyes, visibly hurt by the light, and disappeared in a cloud of darkness.

Moriko sat up slowly, fighting back a headache. She looked at her hand with the triangles on it, noting that the light had died down immensely. The mark faintly glowed, and when she touched it, it felt smooth.

"Are you afraid, little one?" the gentle voice asked. Moriko looked up to see a woman floating a few feet away. Her eyes were caring, and her clothes were shades of green. Her hair was kept up in two buns on each side of her head. She almost looked like a child.

Moriko looked at her hand, then back at the woman. She shook her head.

"Good," the woman said, smiling. "I'm sorry Kaiser tried to hurt you. It's a good thing I spotted you two or you would've died. Forcefully removing a shard of the Triforce from someone's body without the other pieces around is fatal." The woman sighed, then floated to the ground. She landed lightly, stepping carefully around the flowers that sprouted at her feet. She held out her to Moriko. "I'll take you back home now, Moriko," she said. Moriko hesitated, but something told her this woman wasn't an enemy.

'Who are you?' she mouthed, taking the offered hand. The woman smiled, then lifted them off the ground.

"I am called Farore. Goodbye, Moriko, the forest child," she said. Her smile was the last thing Moriko saw before sleepily closing her eyes, giving in to the force pulling her upward.

Hey!

Me: Hiya people! Hope you liked the chapter. Sorry for any grammar mistakes, I'm using my mom's computer right now. At least until I can get the internet on mine.

Midna: When do I come in?

Me: I dunno...I've only got 5 chapters done as of now, and I migt not be able to fit you in.

Midna: Ah! I'm wounded! Someone call a fairy!

Me: sweat drop oooookay...anyhoo, hope you liked it, don't flame me (it's the first story), and if you see any grammar mistakes, point 'em out! Review please!