Yippee, hey people who reviewed, I'm glad you liked the first chapter, I hope this chapter will suffice, it's not that good in my opinion, but I usually think my work is bad but people tell me it's good, so what do I know? I got more reviews than I expected, so you all get a cookie and a review response.

Yuko6754: Why thank you my friend :D I'm glad you love it.

Starbat: haha, that's what I think too, but apparently, Shada doesn't. I'll try to make it dark, but I'm not the best at that sort of thing. And no, she won't keep receiving magical powers, it was only that one time, I swear.

Harrynginny4eva: thanks :D

Tikitikirevenge: 1) I know I forget periods and I'm sorry, I get really caught up in what I'm writing, so I often fail to remember to use periods. I'll attempt not to forget them in the rest of the story.

2)I like writing in first person, it lets you get some insight in what the character's thinking.

3) yes, yes he did.

Shenrondx: I'm not sure if hooked is a bad thing or a good thing for you, so I'll say I'm sorry and you're welcome, haha. Assassins are awesome.

One last thing, don't expect superbly overwhelming fight descriptions. I'm okay at it, but I'm not amazing.

Chapter 2: A shadow of a past

Link screamed in surprise and rolled out of the way just before my chains could hit him.

I swore under my breathe and took another shot at him, this shot a little more powerful than the other.

Of course, more powerful shots take longer to recover from, so while I was recovering from the blow, Link took out a sword.

I had to admit the sword was magnificent, it seemed to be resonating with a brilliant light, but I had little time to admire his weapon.

He lashed out at me with the sword and I ducked under his high-strike and whipped a chain up, hitting his left arm and making a considerably deep gash.

He flinched at the pain, but seemed to ignore it for the most part.

He brought the sword down and would've hit me, had I not leapt to my feet and side-jumped out of the way.

His skills seemed to be almost equal to mine 'alright, enough playtime, time to get serious' I thought.

I back flipped away from him to give me a minute to regain my composure, but he wouldn't give me a minute.

I swear, this was the first time anyone had ever ran after me, like they wanted to fight.

I don't really even know what happened, I landed and there was this searing pain in my side all of the sudden.

It took me a while, but I realized he had stabbed me with his sword, and cut about a two-inch deep wound in the right side of my stomach.

To his surprise, I didn't make a sound, not even one small 'ouch'.

The pain really wasn't so bad, or at least not as bad as Link thought (and hoped) it would've been.

I ignored the throbbing sensation and continued to fight as if I was unharmed.

I managed to cut his left shoulder and hand (don't forget I had already hurt his arm) thus rendering that arm useless.

He switched arms and I found he was much worse using his right hand, but he was still good enough to get me a few times.

I could tell I was really wearing him down, but that large wound he made in my side, it was causing me to become dizzy from loss of blood.

My lungs were burning, my breathe was unsteady, I had sweat pouring down from my forehead; I had never had to work so hard to get a job done before.

But, no pain no gain, so I pressed on even though my body was screaming at me to stop and rest.

I ran towards him and brought the chain down on his right hand (yes, ridding enemies of their ability to use their weapons is a strategy of mine, if you couldn't tell) and made him drop the sword.

I kicked the sword before it hit the ground, and it flew off to the left, its blade getting stuck in one of the many trees around us.

He watched in horror as his weapon was lost from this battle, unless he escaped me, which was highly unlikely.

I took this moment to jump on him and pin him to the ground.

My knees were on top of his arms and I held the blade at the end of my chain to his throat, breathing heavily.

For a while there was only silence, his eyes were closed as he had realized his imminent death

"It's over, I win," I said between my trembling breathes.

But it wasn't over; he had a small surprise in stock for me.

He pulled out an arrow and drove it halfway through my shoulder, then shoved me off him. (okay, I know, Link hasn't been in the forest temple yet and gotten the bow, but here's my loophole: he found a bundle of arrows on the ground, simple enough, no?)

I screamed in agony and rolled over on my back, grasping for the arrow and attempting to pull it out.

He reached in his pocket and pulled out a bottle of red liquid, he popped the cork off and gulped half of it down.

The wounds on his arms began to heal themselves until they were only small scratches.

"no fair," I muttered, closing my eyes and slowly standing up.

I spread out my feet to balance myself more, then grabbed the arrow and yanked at it, pulling the blood covered projectile out of my shoulder.

I snapped it over my knee and threw the pieces on the ground furiously, "you're gonna pay, you bastard!"

He stared at me in disbelief, probably because I was still willing to fight, "doesn't that hurt?" he exclaimed.

"This pain is nothing compared to the hell I've seen," I responded, clenching my fists tighter around my chains, but then my grip loosened and they fell to the earth.

My vision blurred and all shapes around me blended together to make one big blob and the ground seemed to disappear underneath me feet, making my drop to my knees

The loss of blood was truly setting in and I couldn't do anything about it.

I was out cold before my head even hit the ground.

xXx

"Mommy? Daddy? Hello?" A young Shada, around eight years old or so, called upon entering a quaint house.

"Honey?" A voice called back, it was gentle and soft, but worried.

"Mommy, where are you?"

A silver-haired woman ran into the hallway where Shada was standing "Sweetie, come here, quickly!"

Shada nodded and ran after her mother, who raced down the stairs into their cellar.

It was almost pitch black down there, the only source of light being a small circular window near the ceiling.

Her mother shoved a hat over Shada's head, then gloves over her small hands, while her father put a pair of large boots on her.

"what's going on Daddy?" Shada asked innocently.

"nothing, everything's fine dear, now, I want you to go and pick up some bread, milk, and eggs at the farthest market from here, ok?" Her father responded.

Shada nodded again slightly confused.

"Good, now go" He handed Shada a few red rupees and opened the cellar door to let her out.

Shada walked along the dirt path and mindlessly kicked a pebble until someone stopped in front of her "Young lady, do know if that's" The hefty man pointed to her house "Where the Mikilli's live?"

"yah, that's where they are" She nodded, the man thanked her

She ignored the incident and kept walking until she came to a market (it took about twenty minutes to get there), she wasn't sure why she had to go to the one farthest away, so she disobeyed her father and went to the closest one to save time.

About thirty minutes later she thanked the shop owner with a wave and a smile as she carried the items in a small basket

Walking back to her house, she noticed the same man that had stopped her (along with a few more people) leaving her house

Picking up her pace until she was running, she continued on the dirt road

"Mommy! I got the food!" shada exclaimed happily, only slightly afraid of the eerie silence that had overcome her house

Shada opened the door to the basement, and dropped the basket when she laid eyes on the sight in front of her

On the stairs was her mother, or the remains of her mother, there was blood pouring out of her mouth

Her eyes looked as if to be gouged out so all that remained were crimson sockets

Her mother seemed to be in excruciating pain as she raised her delicate and bloody hand, trying to crawl her way up the stairs, but she dropped her hand and plummeted down the stairs, dead.

Shada screamed in horror, slammed the door shut, and ran outside crying her eyes out and shouting "Daddy! Daddy where are you, Mommy's hurt! Daddy please!" She looked around desperately in search of her dad.

"Run Shada!" She heard a deep voice "Run as fast as you can!"

Ignoring his demands, she turned to where the voice was coming from to find her father.

She instantly wished she had just ran away, her father was under the foot of that man that had stopped to ask her a question, with an axe pointed at his neck.

Instantly, she knew it was her fault that her parents were dead, if she hadn't told that man that her parent's lived there, maybe they'd still be alive.

The man dropped the axe, cutting her father's head in half, yet slightly more to one side.

She started crying again and running, stumbling through the large grassy fields, hoping that the man wouldn't come after her.

When her short legs finally could take her no farther, it was already sundown and soon the red and orange sky turned to dark blue and black.

A stalchild rose from the ground and grasped her ankle, and then another one came out of the ground, then another one.

One after another, the stalchildren brutally attacked the defenseless girl.

Waking with a start from my horrible flashback of a dream, I shot up from my lying position, letting the hot tears stream down my face.

I traced one of the four scars under my eye with my hand, for some reason it hurt. That was nothing new though, it hurts every time I have that haunting dream

I pushed the dream out of my thoughts and looked around…I was still in the sacred forest meadow as I had been before, but Link was now where to be found.

I rubbed my head and looked down at myself, my black tank top looked darker than normal because of the red stains on it, and my wound was still bleeding slightly.

I tried to stand up, but fell back down on my backside and decided to lie down.

I figured the blonde had fled when I fainted, but I wondered why he hadn't just killed me. Perhaps he was too nice for his own good, especially because now I was going to come after him once again, only next time armed better and stronger.

I could not let this boy ruin my reputation as one of the best mercenaries, I just couldn't.

Not only would my status be dashed, but the money that that man (Ganondork or something like that, I can't remember) had paid me would have to be returned to him.

Did I mention that I like money, a lot? Oh, I did, okay.

I groaned and crawled over to a stump on the ground, then grabbed a hold of it and forced myself to stand up, disregarding the surges of pain that came every time I moved.

Normally I would've teleported home, but I didn't have enough energy to teleport, so I trudged along through the dense forest until I came to a village of midgets.

One kid kept badgering me about how I was hurt and I needed medical attention

"Please, come to me with the great Deku tree, you're bleeding!"

"no shit Sherlock" I snarled scathingly "I had no fucking idea"

"come on, you need medical attention!" He insisted one more time

I stopped walking and turned around to face the kid "listen, if you don't leave me alone, you're the one who's going to need medical attention!" Then I kicked the kid in the stomach and he doubled over in pain.

Several other kids noticed this, and no one bothered me again, so I left in peace.

Trudging through the fields, a few worthless poes came after me, but using what little strength I had, I defeated them (quite easily for that matter).

I made it to Kakariko Village and walked into a small house in the back of the town, my refuge/business center.

The hut is where I take all my clients, it's really more of a shack than a house, but it works. I do have a lot of money, but if I bought a large mansion, it would attract too much attention from the Royal Family's guards, and an inspection is one thing a killer doesn't need.

I dragged myself on to a small cot I have, also grabbing a first aid kit and taking out some bandages.

I wrapped the white cloth around my waist and then around my shoulder, wincing at the pain as I did so.

Lying down, I slowly fell asleep to the sound of a nightingale outside.

Okay, I know I'm bad at writing dark and serious fictions, but I tried, ok? I'll try even harder to make the next chapter better, because I think this chapter was a bit rushed, and I'm sorry D: also, I know the title was little off, since you only learn a bit of her past, but I still like it. Review please, or the flying cheese monkeys shall gently gnaw upon your head.