Layla grunted as Link's sword smashed up against her two scimitars. She was using them as a shield at the moment. She gathered all her strength and threw him off of herself, and her flew backward into the wall. He got up again and ran at her, his sword held slightly to the left side, and Layla, confused at this, let down her guard.

WHAM.

She hit the ground as searing pain spread across her body. She looked down at her arm. There was a long gash and it was bleeding badly.

"Ugh! damn you." she cursed as she threw the silver key to the cell towards him and jumped up through the hole in the ceiling and headed towards the infirmary. She jumped down across the roofs of the stone rooms the Gerudo's had built, leaving a trail of blood. She walked across the sand. her hand over her wound, attempting to stem the flow of blood, and into the door leading to the infirmary.

"Shit..." said Layla, sitting down to wait.

Layla looked down at her arm and scowled. How had she allowed herself to let her guard down like that? He would pay for this one way or another.

"Layla? What happened?" Layla looked up and saw her fellow sister, Zara, a nurse in the fortress. The kinder Gerudo always ended up becoming a nurse or something of that sort. Although they were sometimes looked down upon as being weak, Zara had never seemed to mind, nor had Layla in befriending her.

"Eh, some Hylian trying to break out those damn carpenters...." Layla's voice trailed off. Being beaten by a man was pretty shameful to the Gerudo. Zara nodded.

"I see, well we better dress that before it gets worse," she said offering Layla a hand and leading her into another room.

Layla sat on the hospital-like bed, wincing as Zara bandaged the gash in her arm. Zara stopped a moment and Layla sighed.

"So tell me, Layla." said Zara quietly so no other occupants would hear. "Was it...Link...?" she whispered. Layla looked around.

"Yeah..." she breathed. "It was him." she growled. "But how did you know?"

"Oh, it's all over headquarters, his trying to free those horny carpenters." said Zara. "I don't know why he wants to free them, but its starting to annoy everyone." she said, continuing to roll the gauze tape around Layla's cut. She finished dressing her wound and Zara let Layla go.

She walked out of the infirmary and back into her room, grabbing her scythe and stalking back outside, resuming her post as a guard in the chamber where she had fought Link. She saw a pool of her own blood, and the empty cell, and decided she couldn't stand it. She walked out the door to one of the upper levels of the fortress.

"Hey! What's up Layla?" said another Guard, her curls bouncing around as she ran.

"Oh, great. This should be fun." mumbled the younger girl under her breath.

"What happened to your arm?" asked the other guard. "It looks bad."

"Cut." said Layla, looking out into the desert sky.

"Ouch." said the other girl. "Well at least they didn't get your boobs! Haha!" she threw her head back laughing.

"Stop it, Vesta, you know I don't like them..." moaned Layla. She brought her arms in front of her to try and cover her large breasts. No use. They popped out of her grip.

"Hey, don't be like that! Flaunt 'em! Everyone thought I was weird when I was born with curly hair and look at me now!" Vesta puffed herself up. It was true, she was rather skilled, but she was also WEIRD, as well.

"Yeah...well I gotta go. Seeya." Layla jumped across the rooftops to the other side of the compound as fast as she could. AWAY from Vesta. The freak...

She sighed and her expression fell into a glare as she walked. She walked outside to a platform of the Fortress and looked down toward the ground. Her face hardens when she sees Link flash the Gerudo pass to one of the elites to get inside the training area. Her fists clench and unclench, how did he get that!?!

With a sigh of exasperation she jumps down and begins running in the direction of the desert. She always sees Nabooru go this way when she needs time to think. Maybe it would help her too.

She sits down in the sand, lying her scythe beside her and rests her chin on her fist, glaring at the wide open area. However he got that, she would never accept him as a friend of the Gerudo.

She looked out over the vast area made solely of sand. He would never get through the training area. Layla got through it, sure, but it took her a hell of a long time and this was AFTER her initial ten years of training.

'He hasn't had that training.' she thought. 'He'll never make it.' She stood up and watched the sand fly through the air of the wasteland. This was shit. Link didn't belong with the Gerudos. He never would. And he would never get her approval. She set off at a run, aiming to reach the Spirit Guide's residence. She would stay the for a while to clear her head.

She braced herself from the sand that was being picked up and thrown into her from the wind. She glared at the sand as it flew in her face, obscuring her vision. She looked down in aggravation as she continued to walk, dragging her scythe along behind her.

When the wind began to slow, she looked up again and gasped as her eyes went wide. There was Link, standing there looking like the biggest idiot ever as he held up some sort of purple magnifying glass looking device. He looked through it and twirled around, looking for something.

He twirled and looked in her direction, seeing her through the lens. He lowered it in raised an eyebrow at her.

"Don't I know you from somewhere?" He asked, touching his chin.

"No, what are you talking about?" scowled Layla.

"No, I think I do." Link looked her up and down, his eyes resting on her breasts for about half a second, and then finally moving up to her face. "Oh yeah! You're the Gerudo guard I defeated to free one of the carpenters! How's that arm? He said, gesturing to it.

"Fine, OKAY? LEAVE ME ALONE!" Layla ran off again in the direction of the Spirit Guide's building, leaving Link to look around with his pretty magnifying glass in the dust of the wasteland.

She ran and ran, finally reaching the building and climbing down the ladder into the dark room. She lit the two torches and sat on the raised platform between them. She sighed. Damn that Link. How did he get in front of her? And how come he was so nice too? Couldn't he have ONE imperfection? He was already good looking and skilled. Did he NEED to be nice? Damn him. Soon, she fell asleep in the stone building, and got some well needed rest.

"Hello? I say are you there? Gee, I hope she's not dead. I say, HELLO!" cried an echoey voice. There was the Spirit Guide, in poe form, his accent ringing loud and clear.

"Whaddayou waaaaant?" whined Layla. She swiped lazily and looked out through the small window. It was dawn. She must have slept through the night.

"Are you all right? Why are you here?" asked the Spirit Guide, growing towards the ground into a full grown man.

"Yes, I'm FINE. Haven't you ever heard of SLEEPING?" moaned Layla.

"Well....oh yes. Yes that. I haven't, should you say-- 'slept' in over 1,000 years. Terribly sorry if I woke you."

"No, no, you didn't it was the SILENCE that I loved so much!" said Layla sarcastically.

"Well. Somebody's got their undies in a bunch." said the spirit guide, floating through the room of his sanctuary.

"I don't WEAR any." mumbled Layla. Stupid Poe.

The spirit guide floated back through the ceiling and turned around.

"Someone's coming in." He announced. Layla raised an eyebrow and stood up on the platform. Her eyes widened when Link walked in. Why did he insist on following her everywhere!? He smiled up at her.

"Hey! You took off in a hurry before," he said. She glared icily at him.

"I was trying to be alone...why do you keep following me!?" She snarled jumping from the platform at him, scythe raised. His eyes widened and he quickly drew his sword, bringing it up in front of him. Her scythe slammed against it, sending sparks flying. She quickly back-flipped and glared at him.

"What is wrong with you?" He asked, lowering his sword slightly.

"There's nothing wrong with me, but there sure as hell is with you!" she snarled.

"What--I...?" Link stammered. She jumped forward again, her scythe slamming his sword down towards the stone ground. "I don't understand!"

"WHY ARE YOU EVERYWHERE?" screamed Layla, shaking uncontrollably suddenly.

"It's just coincidence, I swear..." Link said softly. He looked sympathetic for some reason. Layla surged with rage yet again and jumped at him. This would be challenging. Fighting was much harder with a scythe.

Link quickly raised his sword to block her. He pushed her back as she shook with rage.

"Please stop," he said looking at her pleadingly. She just snarled and ran at him. He sighed and started actually trying. She was right, fighting was definitely harder with a scythe. She couldn't block him as well. She back-flipped away from him as he swung his sword. He charged forward, stabbing outward with his sword. She saw it while she was in the air and maneuvered herself, landing on top of it. She smirked running up it and kicking him in the head as she leaped over him. She turned around to see a sword pointed at her face.

She made a noise of surprise before quickly regaining her composure. Her wound had begun bleeding again and it was beginning to seep through the bandage. Link looked at it and sheathed his sword. He bent down.

"Are you okay?" he asked gently.

"I'm FINE." Layla shot at him. she just watched the designs the blood made as it seeped through parts of the bandage.

"Well, okay..." said Link. He walked towards the ladder and picked up Layla's scythe.

"Hey! HEY WHERE YOU GOIN' WITH MY WEAPON?"

"Chill." said Link. "I'm only putting it outside for you." Layla just gave him an odd look.

"You suck." she said grudgingly. He turned. He looked at Layla, stony-faced, but there was something in his eyes. This fire, this passionate fire...so determined to save Hyrule. These eyes held the fate of everyone's lives...even Layla's. Layla gave a small gasp and Link turned away and walked out, not saying a word. Layla watched the entrance for a while.

"Stupid, righteous bastard." she mumbled. She fell asleep, ready to go back the next day.

Layla woke up to the sounds of the spirit guide as he hummed to himself, floating around. She scowled and sat up, rubbing her head. She looked down at her arm, noticing the nice pool of blood on the floor. She shook her head, standing up. It was dark, very dark. The spirit guide looked down at her and lit some torches.

"I would say good morning, but well, it's not morning now is it?!" He said cheerily. She felt like puking. His face fell and he rolled his eyes. "He took off with your weapon...you know that right?"

"He WHAT!?!" Layla yelled in frustration. The spirit guide nodded, sinking lower in the air. "You didn't know that he would?" Layla just stomped off and out of the building, leaving an appalled spirit guide behind.

She walked into the desert, staring around for some form of finding Link. He went towards the Spirit Temple, she only knew that. She sighed. The only person who knew how to get there...

"You know you really ought to think about these things before this happens. Now I have to guide you there just for you to get your stupid weapon. You should be more responsible, Layla, I mean REALLY. For a Gerudo of your rank you should know better."

"For a ghost of your age you should SHUT UP BETTER!" Layla cried. The Spirit Guide paused in his nagging. They walked and floated along for a while in silence.

"Well, that wasn't very nice." said the Spirit Guide.

"OH FOR DIN'S SAKES! I DON'T NEED YOU ANYMORE!" she ran ahead.

"You'll get lost!" the fading Spirit Guide's voice cried out. Layla just ran blindly ahead until the howling of the wind stopped. She opened her eyes cautiously.

Well that's it for the first chapter! Review, please!