Introduction:

Just for an introduction, here we go (in the point of view of the main character). My name is Heirii. I am a Sheikah, and I live in Kakariko Village. I live in the caverns, like most Sheikah do. I come from a long line of Blood Sheikah, not chosen. I am of the age of fourteen. My mother is a Hylian, so my hair is brown. But, like all Sheikah, my eyes are red. I wear sleeveless shirts of light grey that turn dark blue right below my "chest". It ends right below my wrist when I put my arms down straight. The Sheikah symbol sprawls across the front. I wear shorts of dark blue, sometimes a skirt of the same color. My hair is sort of long; it goes to the middle of my upper back. A lot of Sheikah boys think I am an attractive girl, and I don't deny it. But, we should get on to the story.

Chapter 1:

It was a normal day in the caverns. My father worked on weapons, my mother went out to buy some food for the feast this evening. We have one every few months to keep everyone happy. Anyways, my mother is always glad to get out of the "Goddess forsaken hole in the ground". She doesn't like being cooped up down here, but I like it. It feels better than being outside when you don't know what's around the corner waiting to attack.

My mother doesn't know, but I am training to become an adventurer, with someone like Sheik. She goes all over the place, with some boy she talks about a little. She usually keeps her stories to herself though. But I tell her everything; like that I want to meet that guy. I want to know what he's like. I want to know what he means in the grand scheme of things. Sheik keeps telling me he's important, but nothing else.

So, I am becoming more skilled with a sword. I keep an old family sword with me, which Father gave me for my birthday. He told me "Heirii, keep this weapon with you. It shields you from evil and casts it away." I don't know exactly what it means, but I feel safe with it in my grip.

"Hey, Heirii," someone says behind me. I turn around to see Bradden looking at me. His hair shone light blonde, like always. His eyes searching for something in me, then I saw he found it.

"What do you want this time, Bradden?" I ask, looking at him disapprovingly. He always asks me for help on easy things.

"Today, I wish to spar with you. I see you have a sword." I move my hand to the hilt cautiously.

"Okay, I'll spar. But if you get hurt, it is not my fault." He smiles. Goddess, why can't I look away?

We walk outside and into Hyrule Field. Whenever I spar, it's out here. I step a few feet away from Bradden and turn to look at him. He has a goofy grin about him and I realize he was looking at my butt. My face suddenly turns red.

"HEY! BRADDEN, DON'T DO THAT!" I scream. He gets his sword out, formed of a simple design and made of iron. I quickly grab for my sword and quickly slip it out of the sheath and hold the blade readily, preparing to attack. Bradden looks at my chest, and I snap. Is this really how he wants to make me spar? He'll get what he deserves. I run at him and try to slice his stomach, but he moves out of the way. I look over and he's running to attack. I block and use his speed to my advantage, knocking him on his stomach. I stand over him and attempt to stab, but gets up and out of range. This'll be a fun fight! I think to myself.

We were still fighting an hour later, just as hard as earlier. He knows how to use a sword, but still not as well as me.

"You ready to give up yet?" I ask, smiling and wiping sweat off of my forehead.

"Not yet. You need to prove that you can't hold a blade like me." He taunts. He comes to attack, and I fake right. He loses balance for long enough for me to knock him on his back. He rolls over, and I quickly put my blade over his throat.

"I've been going easy on you, Bradden." I say, panting.

"Well, then I guess you're better because I've given it my all." He frowns.

"It's okay. Not just anyone can beat the daughter of a sword craftsman. My father has taught me to fight for years, but I've practiced more lately. He's getting worried that I'll get hurt. The worst I've had is a small scrape on my wrist. You haven't hurt me at all."

"Well, don't worry. I'll be sparring with you more. I liked the fight." He smiles genuinely and I smile back, taking my sword off of his throat and helping him up.

"Do you think I'm a good fighter?" I ask.

"The best I've ever fought, at least. You're quite a girl. Any guy good enough to get you is a guy I envy…" He looks at me and smiles weakly. I look at him shocked.

"Was the main point of this fight because you like me?"

"Yeah, pretty much. I'm sorry, Heirii. But you're such an interesting girl, and you're very pretty. And you don't care about how you look as much as the other girls. You don't care if your hair is standing up or if you're covered in dirt and sweat."

"It's okay, I wasn't mad at you. I was just wondering, because I like you too." Yeah, I've known Bradden for most of my life and he's been a good friend, but I've never liked anyone else. I know him better than I know anyone else, including myself.

"Are-are you serious? Heirii, I've liked you for years! And I'm surprised I just told you I like you. How long have you liked me?" He looked at me admiringly, but surprised as ever.

"I've liked you since the first day I saw you pick up a sword. I saw your potential, and your personality showed itself through. I knew you'd be a good fighter, and I never could have thought I'd be better than you." I giggle, and look at him in the eyes. I can see what he wants, and I want it to… But should I do it?

"Heirii, I… I think I love you." He whispers. I should do it. I should. He's doing it for me, isn't he?

"I- I love you too, Bradden…" I quietly murmur. I look in his eyes and take a step towards him. He does the same, and we are nose to nose. I can feel his breath, shallow and quick. He's nervous too. I look in his eyes, and then at his lips. I've never noticed how pale they are. I look in his eyes again, and I do it. I kiss him. And then it fades to white.

I wake to the sound of high-pitched singing. I look around to see the Great Deku Tree.

"Welcome, child." The tree says to me in its deep voice.

"Why am I here?" I ask, still groggy, not being able to remember what happened.

"I do not know, but you appeared here in a flash of white. The fairies are here to help you feel better. Do not worry, you are safe here, Sheikah girl." The tree says to me. The voice is hypnotic. Safe, I'm safe. Safe here. I… I am safe… I think to myself. I look to my right and see Bradden. We are safe with the Kokiri. The Great Deku Tree will protect us. I slowly lull back to sleep.

I open my eyes and see a green haired little girl looking in my face. She looks to be about seven years old, but I'm not good with ages. I look at her curiously and she seems to understand what I mean.

"Don't move too much. When you got here, you were under a great deal of stress. Do not worry, though. I am here to take care of you and the boy you came here with. Just stay calm, it's okay. My name is Saria." She said softly.

"How long have I been asleep?" I ask her, my voice cracking.

"A day or so, I believe. I don't know how long you were asleep next to the Deku Tree. The boy was up a few hours ago. He wasn't put under as much pressure as you. He's fine, but he thought it was still time to sleep. He cares for you, you know." She smiles and looks over at him longingly.

"I know he cares for me, I care for him too. And you shouldn't worry; you could get someone to care for you the same way. And probably easier than a lot of Kokiri, although I don't know any besides you. But I do know that you're very pretty." Saria blushed lightly, and I smiled.

"You probably need more sleep. You have a few wounds that I will need to clean and bandage again, and if you're asleep, they won't hurt." That was all the encouragement I needed to fall back asleep.

I woke again, in the same bed I was in, although I just noticed I was in a hollowed tree. I sat up slowly and looked around. There was a table with my sword on it, and I tried to get up, only to gasp in pain and lay back down. I wasn't quite ready for any more movement. I heard a soft groan from my right and turned my head to look. There was Bradden, rolling over in his bed with his eyes slightly open.

"What are you doing?" He asks groggily. I frown slightly.

"I was trying to get over to my sword. I went to get up, and pain shot through my body. I'm not quite ready to move." I look at him as he got up and went to my sword. Of course he can just get up and walk with ease and I hurt all over. That lucky son of a fairy. He handed my sword to me and smiled as I slightly unsheathed it. It shone with a certain kind of brilliance, more than before. I looked at him curiously.

"Did you shine my sword? And sharpen it?" I asked him. He nodded, to which I squealed with excitement. He sat on my bed next to my hips, in the area I wasn't occupying.

"Are you feeling okay?" He asked.

"I'm fine except for the fact that I can't get up or do anything."

"Yeah, well as long as you cannot get up, I'm staying by your side." We smiled at each other and I sat up to kiss his cheek.

"You know, I always imagined kissing you, but I never thought it would come true. It's probably the best thing to happen to me. I… I love you, Bradden."

"I love you too, Heirii." We look at each other, and I suddenly get a headache. I put my head on his shoulder and I scream in pain. He puts his hand on my back and calls for Saria. She comes in and stares at me like I'm a demon. I feel my skin burning, and I look at my arm.

And you know what?

I am becoming a demon.

Black lines fade in from nothing all over my body. They twist and turn and end at a point, and they all lead to the back of my hands, the tops of my feet, and my forehead. I look at Bradden and he looks at me and gasps.

"Keisha quiro atashu jemarate yokuba…" He whispers. I understand completely and look at him in shock, feeling more of the lines start to burn into my skin.

"Lentara bokadu yerari vekaru, atashu yokuba jemaratake." I whisper back to him. If you do not speak Demonic, he said 'true love belongs to my demon' and I said 'as every morning arrives, I belong to my evil'. If you do not understand, this is a demonized way of saying 'I belong next to you'.

Saria stared at us, looking back and forth in horror, not knowing what to do. I saw lines start to appear all over Bradden's face. Staring in his eyes, I saw the natural red darken a shade or two. I put my forehead on his and shed a single tear.

"I can't believe this is happening… Bradden, do you think we turned into night beings when we teleported?" My voice is shaking, I can hear it. He can hear it too, and his skin feels fire hot.

"I've been one… When we kissed, I think it got transported to your body. You get used to the burning sensation, and there is a way to get back to normal, but it's hard and dangerous. But to make it easier, we can do it together." I look him in the eyes and smile, realizing my teeth are now pointed.

"Okay. What do we have to do?" I ask, scared we may not be able to succeed.

"Well, we will need to find Sheik first. I'm not quite sure of what we do. I just know that it is not a simple task."

"Maybe we should rest. I am in a lot of pain and I need to sleep on what's happening… Does this happen every night?" I ask.

"Not every single night, but usually every other night. But yes, we should sleep. It will be exhausting trying to find Sheikah when she's off with what's-his-name fighting against Gannondorf." I see darkness overtake my vision and realize it was my eyelids closing.