Please excuse my misspell typo errors. Once I start typing I can't stop and fix everything. Microsoft word does that for me. Also just for the records, ANYTHING ZELDA DOES NOT BELONG TO ME. There I did it now they can't sue my sorry @$$. Oh if you think this is good then check out my other pen name and read my other stories (They are not as gross as this one however.) just go to favorite authors and click on AMRI DRAGMIRE.

Lyr knew the smell of fear. It was what gave her drive. When the rumor spread that a vicious beast was on the prowl the smell of fear became even more powerful. The smell was so strong it was intoxicating.

But one smell in particular caught her attention. It was familiar and had a lingering smell of her mixed with it. Thou she couldn't remember being here. The dirt was dry and the towering cliffs were bright orange. The air was dry and the only thing you could hear was the distant roar of a nearby waterfall. If not for the waterfall it surly would have been like a desert. Suddenly she could hear voices. With an effortless leap she was crouched like a spider on a boulder.

Slowly the voices became louder and soon she would be able to see them. Almost as if on cue two women walked out from the other side of the canyon wall. One had bright red flaming hair and the other hade a soft green hair color and wore as little clothing as possible. They were decked out with gold and were laughing about something. Just by there smell alone both women were carrying children in their wombs. Lyr became excited at her new pray. A wide and evil grin slowly spread across her face.

When the two women were right below her she jumped down and struck both women down with her. One was lucky she screamed and ran back. The other one however was finding out just how painful it was to have your hair pulled out little by little, with chunks of your scalp to go along.

When Lyr was finished with the woman she laughed and climbed the cliff for a speedy escape in case the other woman got help. The woman that Lyr got hold of was still alive and screaming. Her face was torn off and her skull was showing through her facial mussels. Just about every bone in her body was broken and her unborn child lay dead next to her. Slowly the screams faded as the woman died from the blood lose.

Link was the first to hear the dyeing screams. With sheik behind him they were nearly there when Nabouru came running to them.

"LINK, don't go! Please for the love of your wife you don't wont to remember her this way, don't go!"

"WHAT, Nabouru what happened!" Link didn't stop but kept going. Even with Nabouru clinging to him arm holding him back.

"A wild thing attacked us, we were walking to see Gannon and it came out of no where, I thought she was with me until I turned around and saw no one. When I ran back I saw the beast.."

Link suddenly found the remains of his beautiful wife and his unborn son. With a cry of agony he ran to his love and held her to him getting blood all over his tunic.

"Please don't die, Saria please comeback to me, God this is my fault I shouldn't have brought that demon into this world!"

Suddenly Gannon and a few of his warriors flew (ran) from around the corner, what he saw would forever haunt him till the day he died. When he saw Link holding Saria, trying to kiss her bloody face he cried out of sorrow and pity. He knew that whatever had done this would feel links wraith. He knew all to well what links wraith felt like for he too had tried to kill someone link loved and he paid dearly for it. However he didn't kill her. This thing was going to get a far worse punishment then he could have ever imagined.

When he walked over to link he saw the unborn child and realized the thing that had done this was definitely going to die of something worse then death its self.

It took three people including Gannon to pry the lost love from links arms so they could take her and bury her at the forest temple. Gannon had some of his people create a gold mask to cover her face so that she could be buried with honor. The unborn child was buried with her and it was named Shira, in the woodland tong it meant heavens child.

When everything had died down and the funeral was over link bore a new face. Not the soft hearted one he always showed to every one. But a new more darker more fiercer face. One that if you looked deep in his eyes, you would see a hollow heart fueled to bursting with hatred for Lyr.

Nearby Lyr was rolling with the over powering joy for all the grief she had caused for that one man. She too was filled with just as much hatred for whom ever killed her father and her people.

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If you wont to read more of my stories then go to my other pen name and read from Amri Dragmire. It's in my favorite author page. Oh incase you are wondering why I would set up two Pen names, its because I have family who would kill me for writing something this dark and this bloody