The Legend of Zelda

Warrior Princess

Summary: Since Childhood, Zelda was taught how to use a sword. In the future, those skills might come into play more than she might think. The story might change later, after Twilight Princes comes out and I have played it.

Note: Twilight Princess seems so far away, I mean, how many times has the release date been changed? Aw, well, can't wait for it… but my little brother had a magazine about a year or two ago that has a picture with Zelda holding a sword, no not a game shot, just a hand drawn picture (most likely from the makers of Twilight Princess) that's wicked cool. So I've had this story bobbling in my head for about two weeks and am now writing it down, so it may suck, it may be good, I don't know, it might change after I play Twilight Princess when it finally comes out, who knows.

Anyway, here's an original like story, of the Warrior Princess (no, I am not thinking of Xena, I've never really seen that show).

Prologue The queen of Hyrule knew her time was coming to a close, that the Goddesses would grant her only enough time to give birth to her child and name her child. Within her and her husband, King Jeramy, room, she stared at the sword locked up inside a case. The sword was hers, but she never had the time to learn how to use it, and plans for her child continue to form in her head. She didn't even care if the child was a daughter, she wanted the child to have skill of the sword.

"Lucy, is something on your mind?" Jeramy asked softly.

"I was thinking about your child." She said.

Jeramy knew that she would not live past giving birth, as much as he wished, he had to care for the child himself. With a soft sigh, he walks over to her.

"Thinking about what?"

"Even if the child is a girl, teach the child how to use a sword, and give them my sword on their sixteenth birthday." Lucy said.

"If I forget, you can haunt me." Jeramy said, as much as the thought pained him. She smiled and kissed him on the cheek, both went to bed to sleep another dreamless or nightmare-filled sleep.

Outside of Hyrule, in the small village of Touru, was an infant boy who was only a month old. Many of the older folk felt that the boy had a lone wolf nature to him, but feel that as long as he is raised well, he will still be able to live among the rest of the village.

The boy's father had died on a trip to the castle to deliver some food for trade, and his mother cared for him alone. With everyone in the village like family, everyone pitched in to help, but still he was to remain with his birth mother until he wishes to leave, whenever that may be. Like all the males, he will learn the sword as she learned the bow and arrow with all the girls and males who wished.

"I just hope danger will never strike this small town." She whispered as she placed her son in his crib and also excused herself from the night.

Chapter One

To everyone, it was only a dagger, but to her, it was a sword. To everyone else, they thought she had the gift of swordsmen-ship, but to her father and teacher, the ability to learn quickly. At seven, she was already told her mother wanted her to have a childhood where in later life she could defend herself, and wished she could be by her side. She was already aware her mother was dead, but knew her mother's sprit would stay with her. She was skilled indeed, many think its of her ancestors, the Hero of Time and the Princess of Destiny, but no one was certain of that piece of information.

Not that Zelda cared. She loved the chance to learn how to handle a sword. She may be a princess, but the chance to learn the sword was unheard of in the royal blood for the daughter. Her teacher, Rick, also didn't mind teacher the princess how to use the sword, either. As he stated "As long as she is willing to learn, I'm willing to teach"

Still, Zelda wore her dress that she has turned into her training dress as Rick came to teach her again. Once a week he stops by and the two go into her courtyard to practice. It has been a year since she had started to practice, and Rick is happy of what she has learned.

"Alright, Zelda, next move I'm teaching you might take more than two weeks to master, so listen up." Rick said as she held her new sword, for she had outgrown her old one, "It the parry move, I'm gonna flint, and you are going to trust the sword to guide the move, understand?"

"So you're going to pretend to attack and I'm to react?" Zelda asked, for certification.

"Exactly." Rick said, glad to have a smart student for once.

"Okay, let's try." Zelda said with a curt nod. It was rare to see her smile, always having a non-readable expression on her face, but Rick has learn to decipher her eyes and tone of voice to find the emotion she expresses, so seeing the smirk was a rare treat for him.

Today he was working with a staff against the princess, knowing Jeramy would behead him if he injured his daughter in any way. The two circled each other, Zelda watching him closely. His body ached to flint, but he wanted to see if her guard would drop any. When he saw the right moment, he flint, and she stumbled backwards slightly. She gave her head a shake as she started to circle again. She now knows what to expect I'm sure I surprised her quite nicely. Rick thought as he again flint. Zelda raced around him an attempted to swipe upwards, but Rick caught the blow and knocked her sword out of her hands as she landed on the ground.

"Not bad, but your grip on your sword wasn't there." He stated as the end of their class came. "More next week, practice the simple moves."

"Alright Rick, I will." Zelda said as she stood up and walked over to pick up her sword, "I'll see you later."

Rick left. Zelda walked to her room to get into a different dress. Rita, her nursemaid, walked in to help her into her clean outfit. Once cleaned up, Zelda headed downstairs to attend dinner with her father. He gave her a warm smile as she seated herself.

"How was it?" he asked, as the food was set.

"Learning a new move, hopefully it will take longer to master then the other moves." Zelda said, as she started to poke her food.

"Let's hope, you're plowing through them like they were butter under a hot knife." Both the King and Princess laughed allowed on that. The King was known for his jokes.

After Dinner, Zelda went to her favorite place, the courtyard outside her room where she was with Rick practicing her sword techniques. As long as the sky remained clear, Zelda was often found with her harp or ocarina and just playing them for no apparent reason, with songs no one has heard for a very long time. Even the all-famous Lullaby, known as Zelda's Lullaby in the past, hasn't been heard except when Zelda played it in her courtyard. Today, though, she went out with nothing as just stared out her window.

He raised coccos and fished with his friends. Even though he spoke little, everyone was happy he was willing to help out. Link was a hard worker for his young age. Now elders feel he will continue to work hard and end up protecting the village himself.

He also found himself learning how to use a sword, although he trains with a wooden dagger, he is pretty skilled and good. He practices early in the morning and late at night, when he didn't have anything to do.

Today was Link's seventh birthday, everyone pitched in to surprised him when he got home from said practice. His mother was a proud lady who, in a sense, was the leader of the community even though everyone works to make a final decision when a need arises. Everyone heard the door open by sunset, right on time. Everyone darted around to hide as Link entered the room. His mother was making his favorite meal, soup that was refreshing, as he entered.

"Smells good." He said softly, when he did talk, it was short sentences.

"Your favorite." His mother replied.

"Hope you don't mind a little company."

Link turned around and saw all of his friends standing there. He only smiled as he figured out their cleverness as everyone laugh. One of his older friends, the blacksmith, walked over with a box in his hands.

"Here you are buddy, one of my finest short swords." He said as he opened it for Link to look at. Link pulled out the short sword, as the blacksmith called it, and tried swinging it carefully, checking its balance. With a smile, he nodded his thanks to the old smith. "Just don't lose it anytime soon. I'm already planning for a larger sword for later years."

"Nice." Link said.

The rest of the night was full of Hyrule legends, soup, and a fun time for Link's seventh birthday.