The tale as told by Seyraa Analaka Everette...
The Legend of Zelda
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The sun rays shot through the window, falling on the hand-sewn quilt that was laid out on a country-styled bed. The light was cut often, by the ever-spinning arms of the windmill. Garo-Garo had awakened, for the melody that would become famous throughout Hyrule had begun to chime.

The girl lay in her bed, hoping that time would slow, allowing her five more minutes. Of course, all clocks sneered, and seemed to tick on faster. The head builder was obviously awake, for he bellowed at the workers who were groggy and stupid from their previous day of "hard work". They were constructing new houses.

Groaning in annoyance, Seyana threw off her covers, slipped her small, narrow feet into slippers. She stood up, glanced about the room dully. Another day. What's to do now, she thought, even through she knew she had multiple jobs "that must be fulfilled during the day," as Talon would say. Seyana would yawn to hide a smile, and get on with her tasks. Talon was not one to talk of responsibility.

Seyana got along with her usual morning habits, which included brushing her hair, and other more feminine things.

She exited her house, which was located in the village of Kakariko. She shared a room with the chicken lady, Jerazli. Jerazli was sleeping in late today, and Seyana was told not to wake her. Instead, she was free to let the cuccos out.

She was greeted by Jon, whom stared down on her from the rooftops, on which he was stuck.

"G'morning, Seya," he called, waving.

Seyana peered up at him, raising a hand to shield her eyes from the sun. "Oh, hello, Jon," she greeted politely, though she always had found the man irritating. "How are you this morn?"

"The sun is really hot, the well water seems to have gone down by three inches--" Jon pretended to ignore Seyana's silver eyes, which rolled-- "and Jera isn't up yet. Where--"

Seyana walked away.

After letting the cuccos out into their pen, and chasing away a young puppy who frightened the hatchlings to death, she left Kakariko Village and all it's fuss to untether a young grey stallion. The horse lifted it's head and neighed happily in welcome. Seyana pushed the horse's very long black mane and forelock into place, then hopped up onto him. The young horse was off immediately, in a swift run towards Seya's father's place, Lon Lon Ranch.

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Ingo was in the barn, as usual, forking hay furiously into the cow's stalls, muttering and grumbling at nothing. After he had been freed from the defeated Ganondorf's hold, he was a considerably changed man, but old habits die hard. Talon was in the barn as well today, naming a new filly. He was working much more now, but he tended to be lazy. He thought work was standing about and supervising all that went on.
At the moment Ingo almost felt like beating some sense into the blabbering Talon, who was talking about his daughter finding a husband, Seyana stepped into the barn.

Her long, wavey blue-black hair was pulled back from her face in a "ponytail". She was clade in a dress much like Malon's, but she wore black, shin-high riding boots. The lower skirt was blue, ivy leaves sewn by Seyana herself lining the bottom. Her blouse was a light violet with tight sleeves that widened greatly at the wrists. The ivy was also embroidered on the cuffs of voluminous sleeves.

She pranced to Ingo, threw her arms about him in a hug, and kissed his cheek. "Good morning, Daddy," she said.

Ingo smiled. His mustache twitching, he let go of Seyana and went back to forking hay, much more calmly. "Yeah, I suppose it has been," he said gruffly. "Now Seya, you have work to do. Go out and watch the cuccos, will you?"

"Of course, father," she spoke in dry tones. This day was just as any other. Dull and mundane.

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After a few hours of watching cuccos, feeding cuccos, herding cuccos, and giving water to the cuccos, she had enough of the birds to last her a lifetime.

She sunk into one of those imaginary journeys of hers. She was with a band of her young friends, on an amazing adventure involving a dragon and the Hero of Time. Seyana had been a fan of this hero for some time. In all her life living in Kakariko, all-in-all Hyrule, she hadn't seen him once. She was beginning to think he was a legend. Only this and nothing more.

Seyana was just bending down to stroke a fluttering cucco when she choked on dust. She didn't have to guess who was looming over her like a wraith. "Hello, Malon," she muttered.

Malon brushed fiery strands of hair from her face and smiled smugly. Daughter of the ranch's owner, she ordered about Seyana like a slave. "Seyana," she said sharply, "one of the cuccos had gone missing again."

Seyana grit her teeth. "There is a wolfos that keeps on coming into the ranch, Malon. What am I to do about that?" She asked in slow, impatient tones.

"Well, you're a adventurer, Seya," Malon retorted rudely. "Kill it with your cucco-feed bucket." Upon turning on heel, she kicked over that very bucket.

"You clutzy--" began Seyana in fury. Malon stared at her pointedly. "...That is fine, Malon. I'll..get it." Seya leaned down and scooped up most of the feed, put it back in the bucket.

With that finished, Malon, who watched with a mute smile, chimed, "Oh, don't you know? You can't use that! It's covered in dirt. It will mold if you put it back. Go and dump it near the tree outside."

Seyana's patience was pieced together only by a thread. Rising, she sauntered out of the ranch.

Dumping the dried corm out by the single tree, she heard a peculiar sound. Whooshing. Like a giant bird. Lifting her eyes, to the blue sky, she squinted. Then her mirror-colored eyes widened in a mix of wonder and fear.

A gigantic black dragon soared over the ranch.