Prince of Shadows

by princemajora

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A/N: Wow...Two chapters in three days...Feels forehead.... I think I must be ill. This story just wants to be written I suppose. Sorry in advance if this story sometimes (or all the time) does not make sense, What makes sense to me and what makes sense to others differs quite a bit XP. That and the fast its 1:30pm at the moment Enough chitchat, start reading the story.... now.
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Chapter One

My story begins so long ago; it seems like eons since my sheltered and pleasant childhood, yet it has only been only 17 years since those days. It is strange how after bad events, the pleasant times seem so much further away than they really are. My life began not in this world of Termina, but in another. How far apart are they? Who knows? Are the alternate realities? Or just separate continents? This is a mystery, even to me.

The story of my life begins in the divine kingdom of what is now united Hyrule. The place I was born and raised, in the small thriving kingdom of Kakariko. Back then; Hyrule was split into many different kingdoms, each race to there own, and Kakariko was not the mediocre village you may know of, but a bustling town, twice the size it is now, that stood equal with that of the Hylians. The center of the town, the lowest level, alive with stalls and wagons. Merchants' yelling there wears across the market, competing to be the most heard. Shoppers buzzing everywhere. Searching for a bargain, or maybe just some bread and milk for supper. Anything you could want, from the finest silks, to the tastiest pastries. You could find in that market place.

Surrounding the marketplace, but raised slightly were numerous buildings. Some housed more shops, like tailors and game rooms. But most were houses for the townspeople. Ranging from large roomy manors for the upper class and nobility, next to the steep earth walls that surrounded the town, to the ramshackle huts of the poor, closest to the constant noise of the market. And in the mess of houses laid many various alleyways. Were the children played by day, and were frequented by homeless, drunks, and shady goings on by the light of the moon.

At the west most side of the village, were the steep earth walls narrowed to nothing but a natural alleyway no more than 6 feet across, lied the gate to the village. It was a tall and almost frightening structure, made of wrought iron as black as the deepest night. Reaching the height of two men, it stopped all unwanted tourists and various monsters from entering the village. A similar structure lied on the north side of the village, doing the same thing for any visitors from the mountain region. This was necessary in those times, for Hyrule was not the peaceful utopia it is today. Territory disputes and refugees or spy from other races were commonplace, but usually only slight hindrance to us.

And who could not notice the finest structure of them all, built centuries ago, when our forefathers founded the village. Starting deep underground in the hill on the east side of the village, and its highest turrets reaching a good five stories up, Taking up the entire gap in the sheer hills either side of it, The view from the top spanning the entire village, parts of the Hyrule Field, and even the taller buildings of the Hylian town. Flags with the symbol of our people hanging below most of the windows. The castle of the royal family was a sight to behold.

The weather was nearly always pleasant, In spring A warm breeze blowing from the north, rustling the leaves, and making the ally's moan. The ground alive with lush grass. The town alive with the sounds of newborn baby animals, a pleasant time. In the winter a layer of white wonder covered the village, the children bundled up in their coats playing in the streets, holding little wars and building snow forts. Being next to an active volcanic area, the snow did not last long, so you had to enjoy it while you could. The volcano sometimes caused slight tremors, but nothing to serious, and they were rare at best.

Yes, all in all, the great town of Kakariko, Home to the noble Shiekah people. Was safe to say one of the biggest and most populated areas in all Hyrule. Rivaling even our neighbors the Hylians. But a note of advice, being one of the biggest usually also means being one of the best and strongest. And in our case I believe that to be true. Not only did we produce many strong, silent, stealthy warriors, But the magic passed down by our ancestors was some of the strongest out there, not as strong as some of the magic the Hylians hold, but still a very high level. And being so can attract the attention of many, many other people, most of which is bad, you are seen as a threat, and must be taken care of. But this time, this place, is all so far away. Yet.... only a mere 35 years ago. This was the time I was born into, so long ago...

He was the King. And not just any king, the people called him the most noble and kind king in several generations. He was trained in many deadly arts, and won several medals and awards in his military days, which were ironically also his younger days, but he could still train his troops hard, and if ever need be, would ride into battle if war ever came again! He was a kind and fair ruler, who governed justly and treated every man woman and child as an equal. He was not an overly tall man, roughly 5 feet 4 inches. And had hid bloodlines trademark deep purple locks trailing down his back, tied into a ponytail (With more gray strands than he would like to admit...) Even at the age of 52 he was still a lean, muscular man, And could still hold his own against the young solders he trained. His usual garb was long flowing robes of royal purple, crimson red, and midnight black. The symbol of our people sewn in gold thread on the back of his robes and a broach of the same symbol on the front. His face was chiseled and strong, with high cheek bones and deep red eyes that just maybe, were set a bit to close together. His very presence commanded the attention and respect of all who are near him. He was Nesar Foru Ikana, King of the Shiekah people.

Yet for the love of Faore herself, he was all but powerless when pitted against a pregnant queen.

"You think I'm fat don't you!" Renee cried into her regal purple silk pillow. "Your going to put me in the dungeons and say I died, then take a new, younger, prettier queen" She wailed once more, having run down the hall from her drawing room and flung herself on there four poster bed in the royal master bedroom. On the 4th floor. The curtains were closed, for Queen Renee wanted none of the people to see her in this so-called "bloated" state.

Nesar rolled his eyes; it had been this way for 8 months already, his wife was having yet another bad mood swing, He was beginning to reach the end of his tether. The constant vomiting. Her restlessness. The weird and wonderful cravings. She even sent a platoon of royal nights to fetch her EYEBALL FROGS for the goddess's sake! And these mood swings! She became so impossible; Nesar could say nothing without upsetting her even more! Did all new fathers go through this? He almost regretted fathering the damn thing, almost.

His beloved queen looked so awful. Her beautiful black hair as deep as the dark of the night, usually so flowing and glossy, was now frizzy and knotted from months of neglect. Her delicate frame askew with the large growth in her belly. Her usually thin and pretty face, swollen and red around her usually sparkling purple eyes and narrow perfect nose. But it was almost over. Only one more month of this living nightmare, and if it was bad for him, he could not imagine how his queen felt! And the closer to the date she came, the worse she was getting.

Nesar inwardly sighed. "You're not fat Renee, your beautiful, and I would never throw you in the dungeons and find a new wife, you are my queen, which means I love you more than any woman in this world, and would do anything for you." He reassured his wife, and drew her into a hug from his seat on the side of the bed.

Renee gave a weak smile, and embraced her king. "Thank-you Nesar, I love you too" The pregnant woman was at wreck, she could not wait to give birth to her child, not only to get the damn thing out of her body, but also to meet the child they had so wanted, and waited to have for so long. She wondered once again if it was a boy or a girl, She had always wanted a little girl. But even if it were a boy, she would love it just the same. This was her child. The heir to the Shiekah throne. And would be given all the love and caring she and her husband could muster!

Suddenly a strange, yet all to familiar, sensation could be felt in her stomach. And Renee knew all to well what it meant. Abruptly breaking the loving embrace, she quickly got up from the bed and made a rush for the bathing chambers off to the side of the bedroom. Nesar got out of her way in a hurry, for he also knew what was going on. Moment's later quite unpleasant noises could be heard, as the regal queen lost her lunch, and most of her afternoon tea as well. Nesar cringed at the noise, and decided it would be a good idea to leave her be.

He stood up to leave the room, straightening his robes as he walks to the other side of the room. It was quite large in reality, but the tapestries and large bed made it seem smaller. As he walked to the door, he spotted a small scroll on the floor. He bent over to pick it up and heard his back give a loud crack. Yet another reminder of his age. Rising back up, he looked at the scroll; it must have been with his wife when she ran in here. He unfurled it, sighing as a quill fell out from the center, after bending yet again, he finally read what was on the parchment. It was a long list of names, some with strikes through them, and a heading saying "Boy names"

"Ah, I see, Renee was thinking of a name again." It had been 8 months and they still had no name. He looked down the list to the three names that remained. Haku, Yutar, And Majora. The king stood silently for a moment thinking about the matter deeply. A crease becoming apparent on his brow. Slowly raising the quill to the scroll, making sure there was ink left on it. And put a thin strike threw two of the names and putting a circle around the name remaining. "Majora...It's a fine name. The name of a future king." Nesar smiled at the thought of a son, for the millionth time. He would be strong, handsome and posses a noble heart and strong mind. And would go on to become an even better king than even himself.

With these thoughts running in his mind. He placed the scroll on the bed, for Renee to see, and left the room. Quietly closing the door after him. He strolled down the hall, he did have work to do, but he was just in too good a mood to bother. He went in the direction of the courtyard behind the castle, going down flights of stairs, and saying "Hello" and "Good afternoon" to all the servants and guards that nodded to him, Nesar liked to keep things casual around the castle. None of that making all the employees of the castle follow every single code and rule, no matter how obscure and pointless, like his father before him did.

He had almost made it to his favorite shady spot, under a lovely willow tree, at the bottom of the courtyard. When he heard rushed footsteps behind him, He turned to see the captain of the guard, dressed in his full military uniform, which was rare. With a raised eyebrow at why he was here and in uniform. Nesar turned fully and patiently waited for the man to arrive. "Your majesty" He bowed quickly before continuing. "We need you in the throne room, all the court have been gathered."

The kings eyes went wide. "Why has this been done? And without my knowledge?" Nesar was a bit annoyed at this, but he rarely lost his temper. "I'm sorry my lord, but its quite the emergency, I have been looking for you for a good ten minuets, please hurry." Now you see, King Nesar hurried only for grave situations, and the people knew that, so it must have been bad.

"Tell me, what is such a emergency that I must hurry to a meeting of the court, which was done without my knowledge?" Nesar did not like being held in suspense. I slightly bored look spread across his face, It was most likely something stupid, those stupid, greedy bureaucrats getting in a huff, because the poor are getting to rich for there comfort levels, and want a new tax imposed. Which was true, Kakariko was experiencing quite a bit more wealth since the Treaty with the Hylians was signed three years ago.

"It's not good I'm afraid sir, our spy units have returned from the west, and messengers have arrived from Hyrule, and they have brought back quite distru-"

"Just spit it out man" Said the king with a bored tone and arms folded. "I do not have all day, and this is cutting into my rest time. I am the king after all" And it was true, he had many things to do back in his stuffy office, and he could not waste all day out here.

The guard gulped and wiped the sweat from his brow, it had been very bad news indeed, and he hoped the king would not fly off the handle and shoot the messenger. "It's war I'm afraid sir, War to the west. The Gerudo have begun a campaign against the Hylians, and have served a official notice of war would you believe. Some delegates from Hyrule have also arrived to have a meeting with you, as allies of the Hylians, I think they expect us to aid them and raise arms against the Gerudo as well." The guard took a breath, he had said that in just one breath and very fast, there was no time to lose, the kings presence was needed and now!

In that one long-winded sentence every last bit of color had drained from kind Nesar's face. War? He could not be serious after three decades of the biggest scuffle was the small fight the Gorons started a few years ago, claming since the Shiekah lie at the foot of there mountain, that the land belonged to them. But that was all political; trust the Gerudo to start up the notion of real war again. The heat must be getting to the stupid desert dwelling women's brains. And who ever their leader was now was a foolish girl indeed, to take on both the Hylians AND the Shiekah.

"Ok, you got my attention!" Exclaimed the king. "Does my wife know?" Nesar wanted no stress to befall his wife, not when she was so heavily pregnant.

"No my lord, we decided that we should leave her be, even if she does hold a chair next to you in the court." That and the guard did not want another vase thrown at his head like the last time she was summoned to court. He shuddered at the memory of the woman in a pregnant rage.

"Good, we won't no stress to my wife now, make sure she is not informed until we a certain of everything." Wasting no time Nesar sped up and made for the door back into the castle "Come, we shall waste no more time with chit-chat, there are to many things to discuss." As he ran down the halls, The guard in tow, He prayed, prayed to whatever goddess would listen, that it was a rumor only, or that this whole war business could be resolved at the table, and not on the battle field, with words instead or weapons. He did not want his child born into a pointless war. But deep inside him, he knew, the peace had ended and war would begin. And he would do all in his power, to stop it as soon as he could, for his wife, for his people, and above all else, his unborn child.



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A/N : Well, Good? Bad? Tell me please, you know were the button is, I know you do! Don't li---Doges brick thrown at his head HA! Missed me Rave--BRICK

Odoriko chuckles... "Always look behind you stupid" Both Raven and odoriko chuckle evily at the boy writhing in pain on the floor........."Itai..."

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