Hello Jordiscy! Thank you very much, you´re the first reweiwer I got on this fic! And of course you can use his horse´s name. I´m glad you like my Sheik, I rather preferre him this way too.
Disclaimer; I don´t own anything!*sob*.
" I remember my hometown,
before the soldiers came"
- Gary Moore, Back to the Wild frontier.
A while later, the man in the red shirt got up on a cart filled with milkbottles. The young girl suddently looked desperate.
" I´m of to the Castle Town, Malon. I won´t be beck in a while. Take care now." He said.
" No! Please dad, don´t leave me here alone with him! Please don´t!" She said, holding on to the side of the cart. Her father looked sad.
" You know I have to, Malon. If I could do anythin´ else, I would." He cracked his whip in the air over the two oxen pulling the cart, and rattled away from the Ranch, leaving his daughter behind. Sheik silently leaned forward, concentrating. This could be the root of the problem. To himself, he wondered who ´him´ was.
He got his answer only second later, when a man clad in expensive clothing came rushing out of the house. The mans eyes focused on the girl called Malon.
" You stupid wench! You left me a cold breakfast!" He yelled, and slapped her across the face, sendig her sprawling to the ground. Sheik froze. The man then continued by kicking the poor girl in the ribbs, causing her to hit her head in a crate, knocking her unconcious. Slowly, a cold clear rage replaced Sheiks inaction, and quickly he pulled out his bow, an arrow ready on the bowstring.
Ingo, for it was him, had gotten up that morning, gotten dressed and gotten down the stairs to a breakfast. A cold one. Again. He decided to give Malon a sound thrashing for being so inconsiderate.
Just when he was about to kick her again, a voice called out from above him.
" Step away from the girl. NOW!"
Ingo looked desperatley around him, trying to see the owner of the voice. However, he didn´t see anyone.
" How dare you treathen me!? Do you know who I am?"
" No." Came the answer. Ingo kicked Malon again in frustration.
When Sheik saw the man kick her again, he didn´t hesitate for a moment, but shot the wretched man straight thtough the heart. He knew the man was dead, even before the arrow hit its mark. Sheik was a very good archer, and he seldom missed a shot. He jumped down from the roof, landing not far from the unconcious girl. She seemed to be breathing, but she had taken severe damage, due to the beating she had recieved. Sheik´s head jerked up at the sound of hoofbeats approaching the Ranch. A second later, the milk-cart came into veiw, with the girls father slumped over the drivers seat. When he saw Sheik, his head jerked, just as sheik´s had done.
" Who are you?" He whispered. Now noticing the crossbow-bolt embedded in the carts side, matching the one in the mans stomch, Sheik answered.
" Sheik."
" Get Malon....away."
" But you?" The man shook his head.
" I know....I will.....die. The bandits.... will come... soon." Quickly, Sheik scooped the girl up into his arms and made a hasty retreat.
Minutes later, the bandits were upon the farm, stealing what they could, burning what they couldn´t. All they found when they arrived, was two corpses. Being used to such thing they took no further notice. If they had, maby they would have realized that none of the men had a bow, yet both were shot.
As he rode towards Gerudo Valley, Sheik took one look over his shoulder, and saw Lon Lon Ranch in flames. He turned his head back to the little path he was following, and glanced at the girl in his arms. Mournfully, he shook his head. Urging Jazirah on, he passed out of Hyrule, and into Gerudo Valley.
Whew, kinda sad, but a lot better than the original plan! Hoping to pst chapter 3 soon.
- Metallicafangirl
Disclaimer; I don´t own anything!*sob*.
" I remember my hometown,
before the soldiers came"
- Gary Moore, Back to the Wild frontier.
A while later, the man in the red shirt got up on a cart filled with milkbottles. The young girl suddently looked desperate.
" I´m of to the Castle Town, Malon. I won´t be beck in a while. Take care now." He said.
" No! Please dad, don´t leave me here alone with him! Please don´t!" She said, holding on to the side of the cart. Her father looked sad.
" You know I have to, Malon. If I could do anythin´ else, I would." He cracked his whip in the air over the two oxen pulling the cart, and rattled away from the Ranch, leaving his daughter behind. Sheik silently leaned forward, concentrating. This could be the root of the problem. To himself, he wondered who ´him´ was.
He got his answer only second later, when a man clad in expensive clothing came rushing out of the house. The mans eyes focused on the girl called Malon.
" You stupid wench! You left me a cold breakfast!" He yelled, and slapped her across the face, sendig her sprawling to the ground. Sheik froze. The man then continued by kicking the poor girl in the ribbs, causing her to hit her head in a crate, knocking her unconcious. Slowly, a cold clear rage replaced Sheiks inaction, and quickly he pulled out his bow, an arrow ready on the bowstring.
Ingo, for it was him, had gotten up that morning, gotten dressed and gotten down the stairs to a breakfast. A cold one. Again. He decided to give Malon a sound thrashing for being so inconsiderate.
Just when he was about to kick her again, a voice called out from above him.
" Step away from the girl. NOW!"
Ingo looked desperatley around him, trying to see the owner of the voice. However, he didn´t see anyone.
" How dare you treathen me!? Do you know who I am?"
" No." Came the answer. Ingo kicked Malon again in frustration.
When Sheik saw the man kick her again, he didn´t hesitate for a moment, but shot the wretched man straight thtough the heart. He knew the man was dead, even before the arrow hit its mark. Sheik was a very good archer, and he seldom missed a shot. He jumped down from the roof, landing not far from the unconcious girl. She seemed to be breathing, but she had taken severe damage, due to the beating she had recieved. Sheik´s head jerked up at the sound of hoofbeats approaching the Ranch. A second later, the milk-cart came into veiw, with the girls father slumped over the drivers seat. When he saw Sheik, his head jerked, just as sheik´s had done.
" Who are you?" He whispered. Now noticing the crossbow-bolt embedded in the carts side, matching the one in the mans stomch, Sheik answered.
" Sheik."
" Get Malon....away."
" But you?" The man shook his head.
" I know....I will.....die. The bandits.... will come... soon." Quickly, Sheik scooped the girl up into his arms and made a hasty retreat.
Minutes later, the bandits were upon the farm, stealing what they could, burning what they couldn´t. All they found when they arrived, was two corpses. Being used to such thing they took no further notice. If they had, maby they would have realized that none of the men had a bow, yet both were shot.
As he rode towards Gerudo Valley, Sheik took one look over his shoulder, and saw Lon Lon Ranch in flames. He turned his head back to the little path he was following, and glanced at the girl in his arms. Mournfully, he shook his head. Urging Jazirah on, he passed out of Hyrule, and into Gerudo Valley.
Whew, kinda sad, but a lot better than the original plan! Hoping to pst chapter 3 soon.
- Metallicafangirl