A/N: I'm sorry. I need to study for finals, and I ultimately despise the board of education. One day, they will find my foot in contact with their face.
Short chapter today. Sorry. ;;
.:Chapter 4:.
Dream Me, Myself
Ragged breaths and droplets of sweat, mingled with blood, exploded upon contact with the ground. Straining muscles, and a beating heart, a pulse accelerated and the adrenaline just as high. The whispers created by a sharp blade, cutting through the air. The fiery static, pulsating within, the burning need and desire for survival.
The need alone was great.
Zelda landed, one foot outstretched, the other beneath her, with one hand on the ground in front, and another to the side to help her balance. A year had passed. A year of relaxation, and meditation. Of acceptance, and the teaching to let go. To let go of fear, pain, doubt.
She leapt upwards, a forward flip, and landing on a thin, 2cm rail, 10ft above the ground. The sharpened blade, aptly nicknamed Masamune, filled her ears, and the sting of sweat was beginning to reach her eyes through her soaked bandana. Her senses were focused, and she moved at the last moment...
Slice.
The rail was ripped in half, perfectly, and gave way to the many items it held up. The sword master fell to the ground, and Zelda rushed forward, kicking Masmune from her grasp. In a quick, low spin, she kicked the jaw of her enemy, catching the sword by the hilt behind her back, and positioning it just under the bruised chin of the unmoving woman.
"Now. Mika Lumanes, tell me what I need to know."
The woman stared up, into the cold, blood red eyes of a mere 12 year old girl. How? How could the sword master, Mika, be beaten by a rogue, sheikah wannabe? True, the girl looked like the murmured prophesized sheikah, which were to lead the hero of time to the downfall of evil. But, it was just a story, wasn't it?
The piercing red eyes burned into Mika, and the strands of white blond hair from beneath the bandana atop her head framed her eyes, enhancing the eerie glow. Mika shuddered, the pain of broken legs slowing creeping into her consciousness. Mika's eyes searched everywhere for an exit, and escape, her fear evident to the Sheikah.
That's when Mika twitched. Her eyes changed from fear to cruel amusement, giving the Sheikah little time to register what was going on. Zelda spun around, in time to watch, almost as if in slow motion, as the metal arrow pierced the unmoving air, hitting her with such force, and piercing the chest armor. Zelda fell backwards, the world slowly turning black. The pain roared within her body, as two gleaming eyes stared at her from the dark. Her body hit the floor...
And she woke up.
Zelda sat up, gasping, her eyes darting wildly, her clothes soaked in cold sweat. However, she soon regained her composure, recognizing the area around her almost immediately. Her shuddering form took two deep calming breathes, and only two were needed. She had fallen asleep in the tree house that she had built, a bit away from the Sheikah village.
It was small, and dark. Dank, and cold, but it was something to be proud of nonetheless. Zelda had built the makeshift shelter on one of her survival tests of endurance. The Sheikah were amazingly quick and strong for their thin frames, and Zelda was slowly being raised as one.
Her preteen features shifted from a slightly surprised expression to one of confusion. Impa had often reminded Zelda that dreams were not to be taken seriously, as dreams can often mislead a person to their doom. But, why then, was she having the same dream ever since her 12th birthday, only a few months ago? It didn't make sense to her.
Yet... She still hadn't bothered to tell Impa about them. They were only dreams... right?
The ex-princess let out a heavy sigh, slowly tossing the cloth blanket off her battered body. Her eyes ran over herself, from the toes of her feet, up to her chest. Both legs were bandaged around the knee and ankle areas, and her arms were similar, only bandaged around the elbows and wrists. Her waist and upper chest was wrapped tightly with a semi-heavy tarp-like fabric, to keep her bruised ribs from further damage, as well as to make her sex/gender a debatable thing. Her hands, knuckles aching, she willed to move. The bandages had to come off, before she fell asleep again.
Slowly, she peeled and rolled each band off her right leg, followed by the left, and then the left arm. She unwrapped her right arm slowly, her fingers slowly tracing a scar that seemed to curve just around her elbow and halfway up the back of her arm. Tears stung her eyes at the remembrance of the pain that soon came after, a small sigh escaping her. She rolled up the bands, placing them in a row besides her sleep mat for the morning, and continued.
Her skin was bare, except for a few scars and large bruises tainting the pale glow. Only a few pieces of torn cloth covered her unmentionables. Another sigh escaped the girl as the cloth blanket was pulled over her, and a dreamless sleep claimed her.
A/N: Sigh. I sorta got weird in this one. ...eh... o_O
Short chapter today. Sorry. ;;
.:Chapter 4:.
Dream Me, Myself
Ragged breaths and droplets of sweat, mingled with blood, exploded upon contact with the ground. Straining muscles, and a beating heart, a pulse accelerated and the adrenaline just as high. The whispers created by a sharp blade, cutting through the air. The fiery static, pulsating within, the burning need and desire for survival.
The need alone was great.
Zelda landed, one foot outstretched, the other beneath her, with one hand on the ground in front, and another to the side to help her balance. A year had passed. A year of relaxation, and meditation. Of acceptance, and the teaching to let go. To let go of fear, pain, doubt.
She leapt upwards, a forward flip, and landing on a thin, 2cm rail, 10ft above the ground. The sharpened blade, aptly nicknamed Masamune, filled her ears, and the sting of sweat was beginning to reach her eyes through her soaked bandana. Her senses were focused, and she moved at the last moment...
Slice.
The rail was ripped in half, perfectly, and gave way to the many items it held up. The sword master fell to the ground, and Zelda rushed forward, kicking Masmune from her grasp. In a quick, low spin, she kicked the jaw of her enemy, catching the sword by the hilt behind her back, and positioning it just under the bruised chin of the unmoving woman.
"Now. Mika Lumanes, tell me what I need to know."
The woman stared up, into the cold, blood red eyes of a mere 12 year old girl. How? How could the sword master, Mika, be beaten by a rogue, sheikah wannabe? True, the girl looked like the murmured prophesized sheikah, which were to lead the hero of time to the downfall of evil. But, it was just a story, wasn't it?
The piercing red eyes burned into Mika, and the strands of white blond hair from beneath the bandana atop her head framed her eyes, enhancing the eerie glow. Mika shuddered, the pain of broken legs slowing creeping into her consciousness. Mika's eyes searched everywhere for an exit, and escape, her fear evident to the Sheikah.
That's when Mika twitched. Her eyes changed from fear to cruel amusement, giving the Sheikah little time to register what was going on. Zelda spun around, in time to watch, almost as if in slow motion, as the metal arrow pierced the unmoving air, hitting her with such force, and piercing the chest armor. Zelda fell backwards, the world slowly turning black. The pain roared within her body, as two gleaming eyes stared at her from the dark. Her body hit the floor...
And she woke up.
Zelda sat up, gasping, her eyes darting wildly, her clothes soaked in cold sweat. However, she soon regained her composure, recognizing the area around her almost immediately. Her shuddering form took two deep calming breathes, and only two were needed. She had fallen asleep in the tree house that she had built, a bit away from the Sheikah village.
It was small, and dark. Dank, and cold, but it was something to be proud of nonetheless. Zelda had built the makeshift shelter on one of her survival tests of endurance. The Sheikah were amazingly quick and strong for their thin frames, and Zelda was slowly being raised as one.
Her preteen features shifted from a slightly surprised expression to one of confusion. Impa had often reminded Zelda that dreams were not to be taken seriously, as dreams can often mislead a person to their doom. But, why then, was she having the same dream ever since her 12th birthday, only a few months ago? It didn't make sense to her.
Yet... She still hadn't bothered to tell Impa about them. They were only dreams... right?
The ex-princess let out a heavy sigh, slowly tossing the cloth blanket off her battered body. Her eyes ran over herself, from the toes of her feet, up to her chest. Both legs were bandaged around the knee and ankle areas, and her arms were similar, only bandaged around the elbows and wrists. Her waist and upper chest was wrapped tightly with a semi-heavy tarp-like fabric, to keep her bruised ribs from further damage, as well as to make her sex/gender a debatable thing. Her hands, knuckles aching, she willed to move. The bandages had to come off, before she fell asleep again.
Slowly, she peeled and rolled each band off her right leg, followed by the left, and then the left arm. She unwrapped her right arm slowly, her fingers slowly tracing a scar that seemed to curve just around her elbow and halfway up the back of her arm. Tears stung her eyes at the remembrance of the pain that soon came after, a small sigh escaping her. She rolled up the bands, placing them in a row besides her sleep mat for the morning, and continued.
Her skin was bare, except for a few scars and large bruises tainting the pale glow. Only a few pieces of torn cloth covered her unmentionables. Another sigh escaped the girl as the cloth blanket was pulled over her, and a dreamless sleep claimed her.
A/N: Sigh. I sorta got weird in this one. ...eh... o_O
