Oh gosh. *shuffles through notes* We are on the first real chapter. Calm down Annoying, you can do this. Just turn and talk to the people. People who you kept waiting and didn't write enough for! Ah, don't hurt me! *hides in a box dropping cards everywhere*

Sheik: Sorry, she is a little nervous.

Link: A little, HA! I would say a lot!

Minda: Whatever guys. Just read the note cards all over the floor.

Demise: Urgh. Just get on with it.

Sheik: Annoying owns nothing Zelda-wise (wishes she did, but she doesn't) She did come up with the plot and I think we all would enjoy a game like it. The idea of - *muffled noises*

Link: SHEIK! No! BAD! Don't give away the plot!

Midna:(Watching the boys wrestle with an impish grin.) Don't mind them. Just go to the story.

Chapter 1: Lies Revealed

"Sheik." I heard my mother's voice calling to me from the ground and have to take my eyes from the beautiful sunrise. "Boy. come down. Don't make me come up and get you." My mother was much too old to be climbing, I didn't need her breaking something even though I knew she would if it meant proving me wrong. Impaz was the last of the Sheikah, besides myself, and she had quite a lot of pride, a trait we share.

I slip off the roof of what appears to be an old inn. It is the place I can be found more often than not. My own not-so-secret secret hideout. I usually come here to think and watch the sun cross the sky. My mother stands a little ways away from the inn, arms crossed. I can't help but to bridge the gap between us and take her up in a hug, lifting her off the ground and spinning.

"Goddess boy! Put me down before you hurt me." She squeals at me while grabbing at my back like I might drop her. I set Impaz down and back away, putting my hands out and closing my eyes as I do. Today is the day I become a man, the same age as the Sheikah warrior that guided the hero and housed the princess. Seventeen. Such a momentous occasion.

I expected something grand this year. Impaz gives me a piece of my heritage each year and I can only hope I get a weapon of some kind. It is only right, seeing as I am of age. While I have trained under Impaz since a young age, not once have I used an actual weapon or defeated a real foe.

I hear a chuckle and open my eyes to peek at my mother. "Oh, you want something?" There is a question in her voice, but I know she is only teasing. "Is today so special that I must gift you a present, son." I nod, only just my birthday. I stand there and wait, impatiently. But instead of giving me something Impaz turns and walks to the house.

My arms flop to my sides as I dash to hold the door open for her. As she passes me I give her my best puppy dog face, but she brushes it off. "Impaz!" I practically whine at her. She just shushes me and heads over to the kitchen, passing through the doorway and out of my sight. I huff. First she has me come down from watching the sun and then she leaves me without a present.

I hear rustling out front and am at the window in seconds. Looking outside I notice the cats that gather in dozens are absent, the air is chilled even though it is early and the sun is shining. A movement from the shadows near the village entrance catches my eye and I swiftly shut the window, dashing into the kitchen to alert my mother. I don't get that far before a gust of wind opens the door and I am thrown to the floor from the force of it.

Suddenly a weight is at my back, while an arm is wrapped around my middle. I struggle to get up and away, ready to scream, till a hand covers my mouth. The figure drags me through the kitchen under the counter and into a tunnel that I had no clue was here. The hand is removed. I turn on my attacker and find that it is my mother. She bends down and picks up a box off the dirt floor. I gasped and stare in awe of the small blue wooden box.

The Sheikah Weeping Eye is on the lid painted in crimson as red as freshly spilt blood, accented by purple that could put a Poe to shame. White swirls around the eye, pretty much flowing down the navy blue sides and, I can only guess, pooling at the bottom.

Impaz cast a spell and fire springs to life in her hands, gonna have to ask her how she did that. She grabs my elbow and pulls me along down the dark, musty dirt tunnel. Rocks poke out here and there, I dodge them as well as I can while being towed along. I get a few scratches from the bigger ones, but don't complain for fear something will hear me. Eventually Impaz lets me go and continues walking. The tunnel widens out into a stone passageway and I am in awe of the architecture. Various tunnels go off in many directions and I have to keep up with my mother's pace to not get lost in the seemingly endless catacombs.

Eerie moans follow us wherever we go and shivers run up my spine with each passing minute. It feels like we have been walking for hours and I want to speak just to end the deafening silence. "Mother?"

"Shh, my dear boy. We have a ways to go and I would rather not have a trail of redeads behind us." I lock up at the mention of the undead.

I witnessed a redead's stare once. I ventured into the sealed well when I was younger. I knew it was hidden for a reason, but my curiousity got the best of me that day. Goddesses knows I regret it. One moment I was locked in it's killer gaze, the next Impaz was pulling me from the deep, dank well.

We had been walking for quite some time when I noticed that the walls were no longer covered in grim, but instead a thin sheen of moisture. As cliche as it sounds, there was a light at the end of the tunnel. It got brighter and brighter till it hurt so much I had to close my eyes. When I opened them I was astounded.

Zoras were walking around the circular chamber we had came into. An opening was in the ceiling letting in the late afternoon sun. Late afternoon light? Had we really been walking a good part of the day? My feet sure said so. The rocks of the cave formed a type of latticework that divided the room. The middle had a deep pool that I was sure no one but a zora could reach the bottom. While the other side of the barrier, that we came in on, was solid grond. Impaz walked around the curve of the room, while I followed.

A beautiful zora sat in what appeared to be a throne of smoothed stone. Her scales, which fell in such a way as to give the illusion of a flowing dress, were a light shade of blue with a purple tint on her shoulders, hips, forehead, around her eyes, and down her nose. Gold bangles made soft tinking noise as she moved ever graceful as she spoke to another zora. A shawl that looked a lot like golden chainmail was drapped over the zora's shoulders. Long pink hair-like scales fell to the small of her back and around the female's face. Lightly tinged purple, plush lips were speckled with gold, reflecting the light of the chamber. A straight, narrow nose that was pushed down at the end gave the woman a very aquatic feel, which she should have since she is a zora. But what caught my attention most were her eyes. Almond in shape and magenta in color. Simple, but alluring and captivating. She looked over in our direction and I was pulled into her gaze.

"Impaz, how nice it is to see you. I miss your visits." The zora woman rose from her throne and walked over to us.

I apologize for not writing more. I got caught up in life and another Shink story, a one-shot (it might be up soon, it has over 4,000 words and isn't even into the plot), that I have wanted to write forever now. Not to mention I had to keep rewriting this because my Wii U (which I type on) is touchy and I kept hitting things and losing everything I had not saved. Dx Eventually I want my chapters to be around 5,000 words, at least. Sorry for the shortness. Don't hunt me down, please!

Review so I can see how I am doing.

Also, I swear Link will come in at some point. :P