Ciarra was standing alone; alone in the dark. ShadowFire was gone, Malon and her father were gone, everyone and everything was gone. She turned around. All around her was nothing. Until she looked up.
Above her was the most hideous thing she had ever seen; too horrible for words. It was some sort of spirit that kept changing form right before her eyes. It was coming towards her now.
Ciarra started running through the darkness, through the pitch-black nothingness, until sparks of fire started raining down upon her. It didn't burn; she didn't feel anything, but what she saw made her stop dead in her tracks. She was slowly disappearing into the nothing that was surrounding her.
Ciarra woke up.
She blinked a few times and sat up.
"That was terrible..."She thought. Terrible, yes. New, no. She had been having these dreams for 3 years now.
Ciarra got up and looked around the guest room of Malon's ranch house. She got dressed into one of the few outfits she had: a simple, semi-short, black skirt with black tights underneath. Her shirt was simple and also black, with a wide, raggedy looking collar. She opened the door, stopped, and touched the one thing on her that never changed: her locket. It was a hexagon of white gold with gold and silver markings around the sides. In the middle was an amethyst, her birthstone.
As Ciarra walked down the stairs Malon appeared in the doorway of her room. She rubbed her eyes and gave Ci-Ci a questioning look. Ciarra nodded at her.
No one heard the galloping of Shadow-Fire's diamond-hard hooves as he carried his master to the very edge of Hyrule field. They were going to see a psychic who never reviled his name and was thought to be a madman. Despite this, he always had advice foe Ciarra and a carrot for ShadowFire.
When they arrived he was awake. He had foreseen they're arrival. Ciarra explained her dream like she did almost every night, but tonight the psychic's answer was different. It had meaning, and it touched Ciarra so that she had no courage to ask questions.
"Your locket holds the key to both yours and the strange evil that befalls Hyrule's destiny. You have it, he wants it; a simple plan indeed, but only to the simple-minded. You must go to see your mother. She will tell you. Take friends, and many, for the journey will not end there. It will be long and tedious, and companions are more than necessary. Do not disobey; the fate of Hyrule, your destiny, and the lives of so many people rest on your shoulders."
Matiyan was walking to lon-lon ranch to get his favorite milk. He saw Malon and everyone else, but didn't recognize one girl. "Who is that?" he asked Malon "That's Ciarra, my ranch guest and friend." Replied Malon "She's a little up tight, so don't ask many questions."
He went to the stable and watched Gorman milk the cows. Ciarra was still siting there, motionless. The wind gust that would blow like the rushing tide blew her hair to one side. It shined like gold in white-hot sun of the beautiful summer day. Of the many people he saw, her skin tone looked like someone from a far off land, almost Gerudo! He drank his deliciously pasteurized milk and was refreshed. 'Why must I be the person to hold the fate of Hyrule?' Ciarra thought, 'Why is it I?'
"Madam?"
Ciarra came back to reality, "What?" she said,
"Who are you, madam?" Matiyan asked
"I'm Ciarra, but people call me Ci-Ci for short." She replied.
'This person seems so familiar,' Matiyan thought, 'but, who is it?'