Wooow … Is it just me, or do I start more fanfics then I update them?

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Zelda traced a slender finger along the spine of the leather book, admiring the history that it seemed to tell. She pulled it out of its place on the bookshelf and seated herself comfortably in a chair.

The young elfin princess enjoyed reading books, especially the old weary ones, with pages yellow and cracking from age. There was nothing that she loved more than sitting in a peaceful library, passing time by reading these ancient mysteries.

After many hours of reading in the fine Brawl mansion's library, she stood up, stretching, as she prepared to check out the book. In the corner of her eye, she noticed another book, seemingly hidden, only a corner showing.

"That's not the proper way to catalogue a book," she muttered, pulling the book out. "It should go -" Zelda stopped, puzzled. The leather-bound book she had just pulled out had no barcode of any sort, giving no indication of where it was supposed to go.

"I guess I'll ask the librarian …" she sighed, walking towards the front desk.

"Excuse me Mr. Toad," the princess said politely. "Do you mind if I borrow-" she stopped, realizing that she hadn't meant to ask that.

"- those two books?" Toad asked. "Of course, my dear."

Zelda was just about to protest and say that she hadn't meant to ask to borrow both books, but decided against it. I'll just read it and see what it's about …no harm in that.

- - - -

As the elf walked back to her room, she flipped through the mysterious book, scanning the pages briefly. However, there was some kind of attraction that the book held for her, pulling her into it. Zelda couldn't tear her eyes away from the pages, until –

"Princess Zelda! I'm sorry; are you alright?" a certain cobalt haired prince asked as he helped Zelda back up.

"Ah, no, it's okay – it was my fault. I wasn't looking at where I was going," Zelda waved her hand around in a way that contradicted the way a princess should act, flustered by the sudden crash. She blushed lightly as her hand touched the prince's.

"Then watch where you're going, alright?" Marth said jokingly. "Don't want you to walk around crashing into things." He waved a little as he walked away, his cape swishing behind him.

Zelda turned away, her face still slightly pink. She rushed off into her room, careful not to walk into anything – or anyone else. Once she closed the door carefully, the brunette seated herself on her favourite chair and started to read once again, instantly forgetting about her blunder.

- - - -

November 15, 1856

Father has given me this journal so I can record everything that happens to me before it is time that I go as well.

Our country is going under dangerous attacks – I doubt we will be able to hold on much longer. Just today, one of the villages has been attacked by rogues. All the women and children have been taken, and many of the men have died. The attackers swore that they will come back for more – already, many villages have been burned down right to their foundations, the entire place deserted. How many more villages will suffer before the Royal Family is gone too?

November 16, 1856

No attacks have happened today – not even these cold blooded people can move that fast. Father is telling his generals to round up the rest of the troops and to retreat. We cannot bear to lose more young men.

Father says that Mother can't help, even though she wishes desperately to. "This is no fight for weak hearted women," he declared. "Only men have the possibility to save this country."

November 17, 1856

Today, a young man around my age has come knocking on the castle gates. He fainted on the doorstep, most possibly from too much blood loss. I requested that he gets healed by the castle healers, but Father refused. "If we tried saving all the people that come to our doorstep, the castle would be full by now."

I still insisted, because I believe that it was wrong to leave someone dying right at the door of help. Father finally gave in and the young man was put in a room with healers to help him come through.

I am trying to learn to become a healer, so I can help with my best abilities in this war. Maybe I can use what I have learned so far to revive the man?

November 18, 1856

He still hasn't woken up. He has numerous wounds and bruises on his body, and I have done all that I can to heal him, as have the other healers.

I think that Father only let him in because it is possible that he knows some important information about the war. He looks like a peasant, judging by his clothes. Perhaps he is from the village that just got attacked a few days -

The door creaked open and Zelda looked up, startled. Her roommate, Samus, walked in as Zelda carefully flipped the book shut.

"Dinner's ready, Zelda," Samus said, glancing at the book the elf was holding. "Have you been in here reading the entire time?"

"Kind of …" Zelda muttered guiltily. "I have been at the library too …"

Samus sighed. "You should get out of the room more, you know. All you do pretty much is sit around reading books. You could at least go train before your next match."

"That's not happening in ages," Zelda moaned.

The bounty hunter raised an eyebrow. "It's in a week."

"WHAT?!" the princess jumped up. "I thought it was in two weeks!"

"Where have YOU been the past week?"

"… In this room and the library and the Dining Hall and -"

"I didn't mean that literally. Anyways, speaking of the Dining Hall, let's go get dinner." Samus walked out of the room, leaving Zelda to chase after her.

"Hey, wait up!"

- - - -

Zelda glanced around the Dining Hall disgustedly, revolted as usual by the pigs that don't have any kind of table manners.

Taking her usual seat next to her friends, Samus and Peach, she glanced around the table. There was Kirby, who was sucking up everything within his reach as many smashers cried out in rage while they watched their precious food disappearing into the deep dark void that was Kirby's mouth; Captain Falcon and Snake were having a eating contest, trying to impress Samus, who, contradictorily, found it utterly disturbing; Charizard was chasing Pikachu around, screaming, "I want electrical rat for dinner!" while Red was trying to get Charizard back into his Pokeball; Mario was piling food onto Peach's plate, thinking that he was being nice, while Peach was protesting, saying that she couldn't eat that much while Roy was glaring at Mario. This was all pretty ordinary – it happened every single day.

To make a long story short, the Dining Hall is a mess.

Zelda ignored everything that was happening around her, as she applied what she had learned about table manners, much unlike the slobs that were smashers. She tilted the bowl the right way when spooning up the soup; she used the right fork all the time; she never had any crumbs on her cheek –

"You know Zelda, you're not at the castle. You don't need to be so uptight about what you're doing," Samus said, staring repulsively at the two men who were trying to impress her in vain.

"It's just a habit." Zelda smiled, putting her spoon down.

"That's scary! Even if I tried, I usually can't remember what to do," Peach said, now ignoring the towering mountain of food on her plate.

"I guess I'm different then!" Zelda stood up, brushing her dress off with her gloved hands. "I need to go; I have to train for my next match!"

"Eh? But, Zelda, if you train right after you eat -" Peach started, but it was too late. Zelda was already out the door and climbing the stairs.

In actuality, Zelda wasn't planning of training. She couldn't stop thinking about the book through all of dinner, and she planned on reading and finding out more about the unfortunate princess.

"Princess Zelda!" an all too familiar voice called.

"Yes?" Zelda turned, smiling, as she felt the familiar heat rush up into her cheeks.

"Do you want to train? After all, we have a match in the coming week, so I'd like to see what tactics I can use to beat you, princess," Marth joked.

"I think you have the beating part reversed, Prince Marth, but yes, I'd like to go training." Zelda grinned, and being the competitive person she is, she raced the prince to the training room, ready to beat the poor guy up.

- - - -

After setting the room on safety mode (of course!), Zelda sent a blast of fire in Marth's way while he charged at her. He yelped as Din's Fire came in contact with him.

"Don't try to set me on fire the first minute we're here!" Marth yelled, swinging the Falchion at her.

Zelda didn't answer, as she was concentrating on making all her magic come to her fingertips. She sent a wave of magic towards the prince, sending him back. He just smirked, and did a graceful series of attacks on the princess. She tried dodging them, but being in a dress, that move was rather difficult. Marth, sensing that he had an advantage, sent another attack, but this time only met thin air.

"Huh?" In Zelda's place, there was only bright light twirling around. As he watched, a different person appeared, her arm's folded in front of her chest.

"Aw … that's so cheap!"

"So?" Sheik sent a flurry of needles, while Marth blocked each of them with his blade.

"You're wide open!" the ninja yelled as she slammed her foot against the prince's chest. The sudden attack sent Marth flying backwards, stunned. He stood up, looking more serious than before.

"You're pretty good!" He rushed forward and sliced his sword towards her. Once again, she disappeared, only this time, she reappeared, still as Sheik, behind him. The ninja tried to strike him with her whip while he was distracted, but Marth blocked it easily with his sword.

"Do you always use cheap tricks like that?" Marth asked, panting by now.

"Kind of …" Sheik said guiltily. She sent a kick flying at him, but the Aritian countered it, sending her back a few feet. Before she could get up, he pointed his sword at her neck, thereby ending the fight. Marth sheathed his sword, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"You're good," he remarked, as Sheik transformed back into Zelda.

"Why thank you!" Zelda replied sweetly, smiling. "But you're still better, if you can beat me. Now, let's go. I've had enough training for a night."

- - - -

Zelda slid back into her room quietly, hoping Samus wouldn't notice. Unfortunately, the door creaked the second she opened it, and the bounty hunter looked up at Zelda. Curse all creaking doors! Zelda thought furiously.

"Where have you been all this time?" Samus asked.

"Err … just training …" Zelda nervously inched towards her own bed.

Samus raised an eyebrow, but didn't question her further. Instead, she turned back to her magazine.

Zelda breathed a sigh of relief, and she climbed into the top bunk without forgetting to bring her book up with her. Flipping to the page she was at last, she started reading the diary of the princess.

- ago. I really hope that he knows something. That way, we can end this for once and for all.

November 19, 1856

The man is healing quite nicely, which is good. However, he still hasn't woken up. My guess is that he should wake up in a couple days.

Another village has fallen from the war. The attackers have invaded many parts of our country.

November 21, 1856

I have not written yesterday, because nothing new has happened.

Today, the man finally awoke. He is indeed from the village that got attacked recently, and I think he wants to help us. I wonder how he's going to do that … he is talking with Father right now.

Later tonight-

He is back from his talk with Father. The scoundrels left him alive just to deliver a message to the king. Here is what it says –

King-

Just give up, and retreat already. You know that you cannot save your people, so just give in and we will give you a place as a general for our new country. That way, you can stop your people's pain. All you have to do is give in.

- Your future ruler.

PS. If you do not, we still have a secret weapon. We will unleash it onto your country.

I do not know what Father will do now. I do not think we have much of choice though, if we want to stop the 'pain,' as they say.

On a different note, the man said his name is Hiroshi. His eyes are of a clear, blue color, and he has wonderful blonde hair. He is incredibly handsome – however, as the duty of the princess, I cannot allow myself to fall in love with him. It can be a weakness that the enemy will take to advantage.

November 22, 1856

To get to know Hiroshi a bit better, we took a walk around the palace gardens. He told me of his past, before the attacks came.

He had a kind father, mother, and little sister. Hiroshi was extremely happy where he was. He was never lonely, and always had company and light by his side. This is something I envy him about – my parents were always too busy to talk to me, or to play with me when I was small – there was always something they had to do.

Anyways, Hiroshi said that when the attackers came, everything was taken away from him. His mother and father were killed and his sister was kidnapped. He was the only one they left. He ran to the palace to give us the message …

November 25, 1856

Once again, for the past couple days, there hasn't been anything exciting or important. The enemies don't seem to be attacking. For some reason, I fear them more when they don't attack – I never know what they're planning, what they're going to do next.

Of course, my father didn't retreat or surrender. I suppose that's just his personality – he'd never want to admit defeat – he's very stubborn. Even if he did though, they probably would've killed the royal family, instead of giving us the positions that they promised.

Anyways, Hiroshi. He's getting better each day – soon, he'll be leaving the palace, I think. I hope not though – every time he mentions that he might be leaving, I feel this pang of sadness. Every time I stare into his eyes, I seem to melt. Whenever I get close to him, my heart pounds … What is this feeling? I don't recognize it at all.

"Zelda!" Samus called with an annoyed tone in her voice.

"Yes, Samus?"

"Turn the lights off already – I'm tiiiiiired!"

"Alright. 'Nite Samus!"

"'Nite."

How is it? :D

I'm going to have to alternate between writing three fanfics. .

Speaking about the other two, R&R plz for all of them please? :D I'll love you soooo much! 3

By the way, this journal is by someone who's not from a game. xD I made it up.

Review please!