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"What?" Norn shouted, startled by the news of Hyrule's fate.
"The king has been slain, along with three dozen guards who tried to protect him, by a flick of the Gerudos' monarch, Ganondorf." Impa states clearly.
As Impa continued to explain what happened, Zelda noticed a large, sparkling crystal pillar. It was hexagonal in shape, with a golden tinge to it. As Zelda drew nearer she failed to notice a faint glow resonating from its center. Suddenly, a blinding light erupted from the crystal pillar, capturing everybody's attention.
"The master sword! It's been removed!" Norn exclaimed, causing murmurs to spread between everyone in earshot.
"How could anyone even try to retrieve the sword without the sacred instrument?" One shouted.
Uh oh. Zelda thought. They aren't going to like this.
"Zelda!" Impa whispered. "You were supposed to be the Ocarina's guardian. What happened to it?"
"I, uh... Kind of gave it to the kokiri boy that we met a few weeks ago." Zelda replied, quaking in fear at the thought of her reaction.
"What?!" Impa shouted. "You gave the ocarina to a mere boy? How could you throw away a sacre-"
"Calm down, dear." Norn interrupted. "I have seen visions of this boy on his quest. He will grow wiser, stronger, and braver than he is now. He could defeat Ganondorf in time. Once the boy is ready to wield that blade, Ganondorf will have a constant threat to all of his plans."
"If this boy, Link, has opened the door of time and recovered the master sword, than Ganondorf has an open path to the sacred realm, and the triforce! That boy will lie dormant, unable to help, until he is an adult."
"Until then we just have to protect the land, then train this Link when he is physically capable of-"
"Norn, the boy is a kokiri. His body will never be ready.",
Morn considered this for a moment. "Hmm. This complicates things. But I feel that, kokiri or not, the potential hero has a chance. Until then we must send our most capable people to the castle, and seal Ganondorf in the temple of time for as long as we can, and evacuate everyone we can."
Zelda looked up, hopeful that she could redeem herself for her terrible mistake.
"Agreed. We must take action. Somebody must tend to the children, but the rest shall go to the castle."
Zelda slumped on the straw bed of her new home, the dormitory of the sheikah children. Not only had she been left behind in the poor living conditions of a peasant, but she had to learn to live as one of the shiekah. She had been given a tight combat suit with a strange tear-eye emblem zelda had sworn she had seen somewhere before. She looked around at the building around her. Bunk beds were tightly stacked throughout the room, designed to fit as many people as possible. The exterior to the house looked like a giant tree, that had been hollowed out as a home. All the beds were in a basement, and the small first floor had simply a dining table and a kitchen. Zelda went upstairs and gazed out the window. To one side was the forest path that led to the field. Straight ahead of Zelda, the rest of the village was basking in the afternoon sun.
Zelda was in a trance looking at the serene setting. Views like this were only imagination at the castle. She thought she saw people coming down a path leading over the hill. Must be the students of the shiekah trainers."
"You know everyone is going to hate you if you complain about anything, right?" Said a voice behind Zelda.
"Wah! Don't scare me like that! Who are you, anyway?" Said Zelda. She could see the figure standing in the darkened corner of the room, but could not make out any facial features.
"I am Impaz. And you should try to at least look like your doing something useful."
Impaz stepped forward, allowing Zelda to see her face. She had bright red eyes, like everyone else in this village. She was abnormally short, with rough, silver hair.
Heeding Impaz' advice, Zelda stumbled over to a nearby bookshelf, and grabbed a book, then flipped halfway through it as though she was already reading it.
Hylian politics. I hate politics. Zelda thought bitterly.
Right as zelda sat down with the book, the dormitory door swung open. Single file kids of varying appearances, all Zelda's age or older, she guessed, marched through the door.
The first was a boy who was slightly taller than Zelda, with hair that went down to his shoulders, and was a bright purple-blue colour. The strange hair colour and his pale skin blended in with his robe, with white sleeves and the rest all that same colour of blue.
The next boy was almost exactly Zelda's height, with bandages covering most of his face. Only his eyes would have been visible, but one was covered by locks of shaggy blond hair almost covered one of them, leaving only one visible. The same blond hair colour as Zelda. Zelda already disliked this boy simply for their uncanny similarities. He wore a navy skintight combat suit, with more bandages covering his torso, with that same symbol of the Sheikah. Despite all the bandages, he seemed to be in top physical condition, with no injuries whatsoever.
"Impaz, don't talk to her. Stuck up princesses don't belong here." The blue haired one says.
"As long as she says absolutely nothing I will pretend I don't have a problem with her being here." Said the bandaged boy.
Zelda didn't see anyone else, because she simply looked down in shame until they had all gone past. Why did they already hate her? Had they discovered what happened to the ocarina? Would she get a chance to redeem herself?
The following morning.
Zelda was half dragged, half thrown out of bed by Impaz.
"Wake up. We have training today. Change into something more suitable to combat than the dress you wore yesterday."
Forcing her eyes open, Zelda saw that everyone had already gone upstairs, except for Impaz and herself. Still struggling to remain awake, she changed into her combat outfit, which was surprisingly comfortable, while Impaz went with the other children.
Breakfast was simple, pumpkin soup with goats cheese, roast cuccoo, and a few other vegetables. Supposedly very healthy, however it was very bland, and not very filling. After a few minutes of talking among themselves, the students followed the instructor to the training grounds. Zelda nervously walked behind Impaz, not knowing what to expect. Hell, she didn't even know anyone else's names!
Soon they stopped in a small paddock, with around 15 goats grazing, and a few more hiding in a nearby barn.
"Welcome to the training grounds," the instructor said.
"But this is just an old ranch!" Zelda objects, way out of line.
"Welcome to the training grounds," the instructor repeats. "Zelda, was it? We have a tradition of being particularly harsh on the first day, and seeing how your attitude is so negative, I think I'll keep training you until sunrise tomorrow."
A few students laughed at that. Zelda couldn't see any thing worth laughing at. The day was long, and exhausting, and since she was so far behind everybody else in her training, she had to work separately. That infuriated her so much. By the afternoon everyone else had been dismissed. Zelda hated this person teaching her so much, she forced herself to succeed in every task she had set, to the point of risking serious injury, all to prove him wrong. That she wasn't out of line. That she wasn't a stuck-up princess. That she wasn't weak.
Zelda had to admit, his teaching methods were brilliant, she had never learnt so much in one night.
She had done things she would never have dared to do normally. Right when she had seemed to master a skill, the instructor said or did something that mad Zelda more angry, and then she failed what she was trying to do. She was fighting a skullatula, deep in the forest, without any weaponry, when the teacher simply said:
"Hurry up! Before the sun is up!"
Zelda wasn't sure why that upset her, but it did. She started pouring all her anger into the battle, but then stumbled into a giant spiderweb. Trapped by the silky strands, the giant spider slowly made its way towards Zelda. This was it. The end was nigh. Suddenly a blur shot out from the corner of her vision, exploding on contact with the skullatula. Suddenly the instructor said from behind the trapped Zelda:
"You have so much untapped potential, if only you would let you're anger go. You're final task tonight is to break free. Then you are dismissed."
So Mr-Instructor-Dude-Without-A-Name seems evil. Will Zelda break free of the spider webs? Will something eat Zelda before she can? Why did I describe at least Two new characters whom have nothing to do with the story yet? Find out in the next chapter!