Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Zelda characters, the purpose of using the characters is strictly to give the reader what they want to hear. (Disclamier stands for all chapters)
A/N: Hello! Nice to see you all again. Yeah… well I'm bored and I really need to type something. So I decided I'd start another story. (I need to write so bad I'm shaking ;P). Anyways, ppl from past stories. Don't expect a story like the last one, I don't know how bad this story will turn out… so be warned!
Chapter 1: The BeginningA fire raged deep in the forest of Hyrule. A man, dressed in green hurridly ran water over the fire, while a woman with bright red hair worked on the other side of the clearing, holding a baby in her arms.
They seemed not to notice that flames crept closer and closer to their small wooden cottage, in the middle of the clearing.
Suddenly, there was an explosion, that knocked the woman backwards and her head hit a rock with a loud crack.
The man, horrified, rushed over to her side and picked her up gently.
She did not move.
He threw back his head in anguish, holding her dead body to him.
Many minutes passed, and the fire flew up into the trees and burned all the trees it could reach. The peaceful forest had become a burning wasteland of bright orange and red.
The man stood up, and carried his wife's body into they're cottage and slammed the cottage door, awaiting the fire to burn every part of his memories.
The baby was left in the forest, sleeping soundly, not knowing that this moment would change his life forever.
The flames leapt all around the clearing, sometimes barely missing the baby. The fire surrounded him, but he was swept up by a huge owl.
The owl flew into the sky and away from the burning forest, holding the baby gently.
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17 Years Later
Rian sat up in bed, the warm covers sliding back down to bed and exposing his bare chest. He ran his hands up and down his arms, feeling goosebumps growing on his arms.
He cautiously looked around in the darkness. Many cots were on each side of the room, a sleeping body in every one.
The boy stretched silently and slid out of bed and picked up his faded black t-shirt from the floor and pulled it over his head.
He picked up his shoes, and tip toed to the stairs and sped down as fast as he could without making a sound.
Rian peeked his head around the corner and seeing nobody there, ducked under the counter and grabbed all the food he could.
All the food was quickly stuffed into a brown sack bag and thrown over Rian's shoulder.
It was dead silent as he tip toed towards the back door. Right before he got there he turned, and looked over his shoulder, memories of his living days there rushing back to him.
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"The boy is to stay here, king's orders."
"But we barely have enough food for the children already here!"
"I'm sorry ma'm there's nothing I can do."
A fairly overweight woman walked around the corner of the wall, and stared menacingly down on the little brown haired boy.
"Well? What are you standing around for? Breakfast is ready!"
She shoved him foreward towards the table, where other children sat in rickedy wooden chairs.
The woman grabbed a chair, that looked even smaller than all the others. She glared at the children, her beady black eyes darting to each of the children.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Eat!"
They immediately turned to the mush in front of them and started eating quickly.
Little Rian watched all of the children eat and cautiously picked up his wooden spoon and dug it into the discolored mush.
He tried not to make a discusted face as he shoved it into his mouth. It tasted like rotten eggs with way too much salt.
He swallowed, the mush sliding slowly down his throat. Rian hated it, but he wouldn't say anything about the aweful taste of it.
All the other children seemed petrified of the woman, and he didn't want to know why.
As months passed, Rian felt that he was especially being mistreated.
None of the other children had bruises on their arms and behind from being hit with a wooden stick.
It seemed like everything he did, it was wrong, or rude.
Most of the time, he kept his head down, mumbling a thank you, or an apology, but as he grew older he became quite mischievous.
When he was ten, he was caught many times in the sugar closet, stuffing his face with candy.
Then when he was fifteen, he would often play tricks on the old woman, and acted perfectly innocent. He was always blamed anyway.
Awhile later, he had a sudden urge to leave the orphanage.
He had secretly put a bucket of horse manure ontop of the doorway, warning his friends that he had done so.
So when they're cruel owner came in, it was poured all over her head, splattering all over the floor.
"Curse you Rian!!" She screamed.
"You'll rot in hell with your parents for what you've done!" The woman continued to screech, her eyes flashing.
"You cursed creature!" Her footsteps echoed through the hall, and up the stairs.
Everybody's eyes had been rooted to Rian where he stood, his mouth open a little.
"My parents?" He croaked.
He started to wonder, who were his parents? What happened to them? Obviously they died, but how? Rian had never thought about his parents before.
He had always guessed they were slaves of the castle or something, and hadn't thought any more of it.
'But why?' He thought.
'Why would they rot in hell? Slaves are supposed to be very noble and have a very good after life…'
Two months later he had succesfully gotten to the back door of the orphanage.
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A/N: Well… how'd you like it? Pls tell me if I should continue, I want some reviews to go to the next chappie. Plz plz plz review! Don't be shy! Thanks :D.
