Konban wa minna-san! Sorry it's been forever since I've wrote. But hey, I've been...out of it lately. More creative in drawing and whatnot. Hehe. Well, this is the start of "Princess of the Earth Temple". My Zelda Story. Please R&R! -big grin.- Rinka A.K.A. Rin belongs to three people. Me, myself, and moi. Oh, can't forget, I. So please ask permission before using any of my characters.
The Summer Festival
It was a fine, warm, sunny
day in the lovely suberbs of Kakariko village, in the Land of Hyrule.
The Cuckoo's ran around, again out of their pens. Anju wouldn't dare
touch them because of her goose bumps. The carpenters ran frequently,
and pointlessly around the village, as their boss was barking out
orders. Not like they'd listen anyway, right? The path to the Grave
Yard, or cemetery stayed the same as always. Even though, the Grave
Yard seemed to be empty without Donte there. The young boy had grown,
and no longer played in the cemetery, banging around with his stick.
"Nothing ever changes around here..." Said
the gentle voice of a young girl.
This girl was no ordinary girl. Her shoulder length blonde hair sparkled in the sun light. She opened her lucious sparkling, ice blue eyes, staring up at the sky. Her white Sundress reached down to her knees, it went well with her white sandles that clacked everytime she stepped. This girl wasn't that tall, she could probably pass as a large Kokiri. Her name was Rin. The last name she went by here was Sheikah.
This is her story.
Rin Sheikah, was 13 years of age. She didn't remember her mother, or her father for the matter. She didn't know what happened, but she assumed the now, late Gannondorf had slued her mother a little after she was born. That disgusting monster had slain many, so, so, many. Thank goodness, not too long ago, he was slaughtered by the great "Hero of Time". Rin had no idea who this "Hero of Time" was, but she wanted to someday meet him, and thank him for all he had done.
The blonde girl sighed, stepping through the Grave Yard. Her dress blew in the wind as she continued to the Royal Families Head Stone to pray. The Headstone had recently been rebuilt, for some odd reason it had been desecrated. The restless spirits of the Royal Family could finally rest in peace now. Rin stopped and kneeled by the grade, bowing her head and bowing lowly to the grave as her surrogate mother, Impa had done in previous. After a few minutes of quietness, Rin heard footsteps steadily approaching her. She pulled a Kunai out of her dress, somehow she could hide them in there.
A light smirk appeared on her face as she whirled around and threw them at her well known target. The figure easily caught them, a smirk crossing her face.
"You've gotten better, Rin. You almost got me that time." Impa said, putting the Kunai into her pocket.
"I would have had I stood up a moment sooner, Mom..." She smiled.
Impa smiled down at the young girl. For 13 years Impa had cared for her, taken her in as she found her at the Headstone of the Royal Family. That may be reason that Rin was always so drawn to the grave. Impa knew a secret about this young girl, that the girl herself never knew even. This girl was not only a Princess of the Sheikah because of Impa, but a Sage. Impa trained her each and everyday without her knowing it, fore on the day of her 14th Birthday, her Sage powers will finally awaken.
"The Summer Festival is starting tonight, in the Market. We're going, so I want you to get ready, alright? Put on your finest garments." Impa smiled.
"Oh..." She sighed, that festival again.
She hated that Festival with a passion, it was for families. It was only just Rin and Impa, no brothers, no sister...no father. She sometimes wished that the Festival never existed. Yet, each and every year, Impa made her attend this festival. No matter what she did, argued, kicked or screamed, Impa always dragged her along. Though, there was one thing that Rin enjoyed. Every year, Impa would take her out to the Princess's garden, and let her watch the Fireworks. Princess Zelda didn't mind, she was someone that Rin looked up to. Such a beautiful woman.
"Now, no arguments this year, remember? Let's just go. Maybe you'll meet a friend." She said that every year.
"Right." Rin nodded. "I'll go home and change in a minute, I want to finish praying. If that's alright."
"Of course. I'm running to the market to pick up somethings for tonight, so, be ready when I return, ne?" Impa disappeared.
"Yes, of course." She sighed, looking to the grave, then walking off.
Later on, At the Festival...Impa walked slowly through the craze-filled market. Booths, stands, games, everything. There were so many things, new additions from the previous year. Rin followed closely behind her, wearing a summer kimono for the festival, like most of the others. It was only tradition to wear those, that's all they were used for unless there were other festivals.
Rin's was a white with pink lining and a red Obi. Flowers designing her kimono, her brown sandles clacked on the stone ground. Impa wore her usual attire, feeling dressing up for the festival was useless to her. But for Rin it was important. Impa had stated, that maybe she'd meet a friend, like every year, she hadn't. But maybe, just maybe...could this year be different?
Well, what do you think? A good start? Bad? I'll be writing Ch. 2 later...I'm a little tired. But I wanted to start this before I got out of it again. Well, please tell me what you think. Here's what to come in the next Chapter:
Dance of the Cuckoo
1. The Festival rolls off to a bad start for Rin, can Impa make it better for her?
2. Meet a new friend? How about your hero?
All this and more will be discovered in Chapter Two of "Princess of the Earth Temple"!
