~AUTHORS NOTE~
I don't own Zelda, blah, blah, blah. Does anyone actually sue if you don't have this retarded things on here? If you are on of those people YOU'RE SO ANNOYING. GET A LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (breath)
Okay. I'm better. On with my story!
INTRODUCTION -An excerpt from Zelda's diary.
23 Day Of The Month Of Nayru Shadow Village Sheikah Desert Hideout
~*~
My life is a river. It twists and turns abruptly, but always manages to straighten before taking another dismal turn for the worst. The river's flow always evocating new friends and lovers. Yet somehow, they always seem to drift away from the banks of the river in the end.
My life has been quite secretive, and cryptic since that day.
Six years ago.
The day that brings tears to my eyes, and torment to my heart. I have tried to forget that day. Forget the terror. Forget Him.
My eyes brim every time I think of His precious face radiating in the night sky. My heart called out to Him and my hand reached toward Him, but it was all in vain. He just stared at me with those extravagant blue eyes as I watched Him fade into the distance.
That was the night I left my past behind.
Impa and I rode for seven nights and seven days before reaching this place. The place Impa felt I would be safe. The desert village of the Sheikah. We rode beyond the Theif's fortress, the Haunted Wasteland, and farther than any map of Hyrule showed. The path was perilous. No man would ever dare to cross it unless he was desperate. The deserts ways are cruel, and harsh. I wouldn't wish my enemy to travel the paths that we did.
When I first met the people of the village they hated me. The Sheikah that live in this village are rebel Sheikah, who refuse to serve my father or any of his off springs. That's why they live here.
At first they shunned me. No one would talk to me, or even make eye contact with me. No one, but the young boy known as Sheik. Sheik was my age. He told me stories of battles and myths and in return, I told him stories of my old life. The one I had left behind.
Sheik helped me keep my mind off of Him. Off of all of them. My father. The ranchers. The townspeople. He taught me many things about fighting techniques. I came to love Sheik as my best friend. Maybe more than a friend...
The night Sheik started teaching me how to fight and how to tap into my magic I changed forever. No longer would I be the shy, and precocious young princess I had once been. A new Zelda was born on that night.
Six years ago.
-END OF ENTRY
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'She's getting better,' thought Sheik as he nimbly blocked Zelda's last attack. She recovered quickly and hurled out another jab toward her opponent. Sheik ducked swiftly and avoided the blow by a mere hairs-length.
'Come on Zel. Think. Use technique instead of force!'
She lunged again, but this time Sheik was ready. As if telepathically, Sheik suddenly slid underneath Zelda's feet and threw out his leg. He unexpectedly twisted it straight into her calf muscles with such velocity; it knocked Zelda straight off her feet and sent her tumbling onto the floor in a twisted mess.
Zelda's deep blue eyes gazed up at him with a glint of failure, but the fire still burned inside of them. Over the years, Sheik had fallen in love with those eyes. When you peered into those sapphire pools you could feel no pain, only love.
Sheik glared down at her with stone eyes before beginning to untie the ropes that tied his gloves onto his palms. He wiped the sweat off of his forehead and scowled before saying, "You're forgetting what I taught you!" He hurled his gloves toward the sand in a fit of sheer agitation. They landed two inches away from Zelda's face, and were thrown down so powerfully it sent a cloud of sand shooting into Zelda's eyes. She coughed and rubbed her eyes before saying, "Face it. I'm a failure".
Sheik sighed. "You're not a failure." He reached down and offered her a hand. Sheik pulled Zelda up onto her feet and retied his mitt. "You just make careless mistakes" As he looked into Zelda's disappointed face Sheik's heart was softened. "Don't take it too hard, though. You're getting better"
He slapped back on his mitt and pounded his fist into it. "Ready for another go?" Zelda's face brightened up. "All right. But you have to promise...no mercy" He laughed. "Fine. No mercy."
They once again began to circle each other, ready to begin to next fight.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Zelda awoke in a cold sweat, and with a silent scream on her tongue. It had happened again. The reoccurring nightmare had returned. However this time it was...different...somehow. The dream seemed more literal. And this time, Sheik was in it.
Still shaking with fear, Zelda threw her scratchy, wool blanket off of her cot, and slowly stepped out. She tiptoed toward the window, wary of Impa who was still sound asleep in her bunk. The moon was a hazy gold that gleamed along with the tiny diamond-like stars. The sky was a translucent blue that was just being touched by the morning light. By the shadow that the moon was casting, Zelda guessed that it was about four in the morning. At this hour Sheik was already up and practicing in the valley.
She snatched her robe from its coat hook and tied it around her waist, as she hastily walked out of the bungalow. The robe was crafted of the finest silks and was a gift from Impa on her sixteenth birthday. It was a passionate cherry red that tumbled down Zelda's figure like a waterfall of glimmering rubies. Zelda's pase quickened as she neared the gorge. Off in the distance she heard the clanging of Sheik's sword during his target practicing. Little did Zelda know, pair of unkind red eyes were watching her from afar.
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Sheik was the best swordsmen in the desert. Sheik was nimble and tricky, which were both vital abilities for a soldier and swordsman. He had keen senses and a knack for using all of them. Sheik had begun his training at age two and started defeating adults in matches at age four.
During her eight month of pregnancy, Sheik's mother had died from a concussion. The town midwives and doctors were rushed to the scene, but were too late to do anything for the mother. As if by some miracle, her baby was pulled from her womb by one of the doctors. The child was still alive and perfectly healthy. The town rejoiced for the miracle and believed the child would fulfill and great task in his life.
Right. Left. Back. Forward.
All of his concentration was on his target, he didn't even notice the frightened Princess clamor out from behind the bushes in tears.
"Sheik?" Zelda sobbed.
He stopped immediately, and his sword fell onto the sand corrupting a miniature sandstorm. "Zelda! What time is it? You shouldn't-"
"I know I shouldn't be here, but I need to talk!" She hated when he patronized her.
"Can't it wait?"
"No! It's about the nightmares I've been having. I had it again tonight."
"Zelda, dreams can mean a lot of different things. Maybe we're practicing too hard-"
"No! Sheik! You were in it! You were covered in blood, and I had the dagger that killed you!"
Sheik suddenly turned very white, and looked as though he was going to pass out. "You're right Zel." He said trying to regain composure. " Dry your tears and we'll talk. Tell me everything you remember..."
A/N- What do you think of this chapter? Should I keep it on? R and R Pleeez! I promise I'll review one of your stories if you do it!!!
Luz Always,
Kiwi Pixie
I don't own Zelda, blah, blah, blah. Does anyone actually sue if you don't have this retarded things on here? If you are on of those people YOU'RE SO ANNOYING. GET A LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (breath)
Okay. I'm better. On with my story!
INTRODUCTION -An excerpt from Zelda's diary.
23 Day Of The Month Of Nayru Shadow Village Sheikah Desert Hideout
~*~
My life is a river. It twists and turns abruptly, but always manages to straighten before taking another dismal turn for the worst. The river's flow always evocating new friends and lovers. Yet somehow, they always seem to drift away from the banks of the river in the end.
My life has been quite secretive, and cryptic since that day.
Six years ago.
The day that brings tears to my eyes, and torment to my heart. I have tried to forget that day. Forget the terror. Forget Him.
My eyes brim every time I think of His precious face radiating in the night sky. My heart called out to Him and my hand reached toward Him, but it was all in vain. He just stared at me with those extravagant blue eyes as I watched Him fade into the distance.
That was the night I left my past behind.
Impa and I rode for seven nights and seven days before reaching this place. The place Impa felt I would be safe. The desert village of the Sheikah. We rode beyond the Theif's fortress, the Haunted Wasteland, and farther than any map of Hyrule showed. The path was perilous. No man would ever dare to cross it unless he was desperate. The deserts ways are cruel, and harsh. I wouldn't wish my enemy to travel the paths that we did.
When I first met the people of the village they hated me. The Sheikah that live in this village are rebel Sheikah, who refuse to serve my father or any of his off springs. That's why they live here.
At first they shunned me. No one would talk to me, or even make eye contact with me. No one, but the young boy known as Sheik. Sheik was my age. He told me stories of battles and myths and in return, I told him stories of my old life. The one I had left behind.
Sheik helped me keep my mind off of Him. Off of all of them. My father. The ranchers. The townspeople. He taught me many things about fighting techniques. I came to love Sheik as my best friend. Maybe more than a friend...
The night Sheik started teaching me how to fight and how to tap into my magic I changed forever. No longer would I be the shy, and precocious young princess I had once been. A new Zelda was born on that night.
Six years ago.
-END OF ENTRY
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
'She's getting better,' thought Sheik as he nimbly blocked Zelda's last attack. She recovered quickly and hurled out another jab toward her opponent. Sheik ducked swiftly and avoided the blow by a mere hairs-length.
'Come on Zel. Think. Use technique instead of force!'
She lunged again, but this time Sheik was ready. As if telepathically, Sheik suddenly slid underneath Zelda's feet and threw out his leg. He unexpectedly twisted it straight into her calf muscles with such velocity; it knocked Zelda straight off her feet and sent her tumbling onto the floor in a twisted mess.
Zelda's deep blue eyes gazed up at him with a glint of failure, but the fire still burned inside of them. Over the years, Sheik had fallen in love with those eyes. When you peered into those sapphire pools you could feel no pain, only love.
Sheik glared down at her with stone eyes before beginning to untie the ropes that tied his gloves onto his palms. He wiped the sweat off of his forehead and scowled before saying, "You're forgetting what I taught you!" He hurled his gloves toward the sand in a fit of sheer agitation. They landed two inches away from Zelda's face, and were thrown down so powerfully it sent a cloud of sand shooting into Zelda's eyes. She coughed and rubbed her eyes before saying, "Face it. I'm a failure".
Sheik sighed. "You're not a failure." He reached down and offered her a hand. Sheik pulled Zelda up onto her feet and retied his mitt. "You just make careless mistakes" As he looked into Zelda's disappointed face Sheik's heart was softened. "Don't take it too hard, though. You're getting better"
He slapped back on his mitt and pounded his fist into it. "Ready for another go?" Zelda's face brightened up. "All right. But you have to promise...no mercy" He laughed. "Fine. No mercy."
They once again began to circle each other, ready to begin to next fight.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Zelda awoke in a cold sweat, and with a silent scream on her tongue. It had happened again. The reoccurring nightmare had returned. However this time it was...different...somehow. The dream seemed more literal. And this time, Sheik was in it.
Still shaking with fear, Zelda threw her scratchy, wool blanket off of her cot, and slowly stepped out. She tiptoed toward the window, wary of Impa who was still sound asleep in her bunk. The moon was a hazy gold that gleamed along with the tiny diamond-like stars. The sky was a translucent blue that was just being touched by the morning light. By the shadow that the moon was casting, Zelda guessed that it was about four in the morning. At this hour Sheik was already up and practicing in the valley.
She snatched her robe from its coat hook and tied it around her waist, as she hastily walked out of the bungalow. The robe was crafted of the finest silks and was a gift from Impa on her sixteenth birthday. It was a passionate cherry red that tumbled down Zelda's figure like a waterfall of glimmering rubies. Zelda's pase quickened as she neared the gorge. Off in the distance she heard the clanging of Sheik's sword during his target practicing. Little did Zelda know, pair of unkind red eyes were watching her from afar.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sheik was the best swordsmen in the desert. Sheik was nimble and tricky, which were both vital abilities for a soldier and swordsman. He had keen senses and a knack for using all of them. Sheik had begun his training at age two and started defeating adults in matches at age four.
During her eight month of pregnancy, Sheik's mother had died from a concussion. The town midwives and doctors were rushed to the scene, but were too late to do anything for the mother. As if by some miracle, her baby was pulled from her womb by one of the doctors. The child was still alive and perfectly healthy. The town rejoiced for the miracle and believed the child would fulfill and great task in his life.
Right. Left. Back. Forward.
All of his concentration was on his target, he didn't even notice the frightened Princess clamor out from behind the bushes in tears.
"Sheik?" Zelda sobbed.
He stopped immediately, and his sword fell onto the sand corrupting a miniature sandstorm. "Zelda! What time is it? You shouldn't-"
"I know I shouldn't be here, but I need to talk!" She hated when he patronized her.
"Can't it wait?"
"No! It's about the nightmares I've been having. I had it again tonight."
"Zelda, dreams can mean a lot of different things. Maybe we're practicing too hard-"
"No! Sheik! You were in it! You were covered in blood, and I had the dagger that killed you!"
Sheik suddenly turned very white, and looked as though he was going to pass out. "You're right Zel." He said trying to regain composure. " Dry your tears and we'll talk. Tell me everything you remember..."
A/N- What do you think of this chapter? Should I keep it on? R and R Pleeez! I promise I'll review one of your stories if you do it!!!
Luz Always,
Kiwi Pixie
