Author's note: Man, I think both of my stories are cursed or something like that. No one reviewed. Well, here's the next chapter. Like anyone cares.

Disclaimer: Does it matter? Of course I don't own Zelda or its characters.

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As the sun slowly sank, a guard on watch sighed. He had been on patrol for the last eight hours. He casually looked to the right, and then he looked to the left with a bored look on his face. Behind him, Hyrule castle was settling down for the night.

"Patrol is so boring. Nothing ever happens," he complained to the darkening night.

His last complaint had been made. An arrow sang through the air and inserted itself in the back of the guard's neck, while he made a strange hissing noise as the arrow emerged through the front of the neck. As he sank to his knees, his mouth opened and closed a few times, and blood began to spill out of his mouth. Finally, he pitched forward with his eyes wide open with surprise. As his face struck the stone ground, a dark figure crept over the wall and slid over him. What was one life when he had taken so many?

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"Everything is in motion, Lord Damion," Gidion cleared his throat.

The manservant stood in a small study, and he was standing at attention and had his eyes fixed on the back of his master's head. Lord Damion stood with his arms crossed over his chest, and he was standing in front of a large fire that roared in his fireplace. He stood in a trance, and his large silver eyes were blurred.

"My lord," the manservant hesitated to break the silence, "Do you think it will work?"

Lord Damion broke out of his trance. "One can only hope," he replied and turned his attention away from the fire to his manservant.

Lord Damion's dark brown hair spilled onto his brow and covered some of his handsome face. He was wearing a long, dark cloak that covered his whole body, and his boots were made of the finest leather.

"Begin to torture the captives," he commanded. Gidion bowed slightly and left the room.

In his head, Damion thought, "Princess Zelda, you are a fool to try to banish me. Don't you know that I have more power than you could possibly imagine? And don't you know that I have the greatest possible weapon to use against you?" A smirk played at the corner of his lips.

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As soon as Kishek was buried, Bishop stood and strode out into the open. After he reached the middle of the clearing, he whistled a high and piercing note. A few minutes passed, a howl replied, and Jarek gracefully loped up to his master. Bishop reached down and ruffled the black wolf's fur, but his expression soon changed to anger.

"Kishek entrusted an important mission to me. And I am going to see it completed. Will you join me?" he whispered to his wolf, while searching the deep, red depths of Jarek's eyes. Jarek then did something he'd never done before. He licked Bishop's cheek.

A slow smile spread across Bishop's face. "Let's do this."

The teenager and the wolf disappeared through the surrounding darkness into the forest.

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A fair maiden in a white tunic sat in the moonlight's soothing wash. Her long blonde hair shone like silver, and her skin was the color of a fine cream. Her large blue eyes mirrored the moon. While she stared up at the large, white orb, a dark shadow slipped past her. She suddenly shivered; a small breeze had come from nowhere.

"Skye?" a light voice called. The shadow suddenly froze along the courtyard wall in fear.

"Yes, Mother?" Skye called back, and a look of annoyance crossed her face.

"What're you doing out here? It's getting late. You should come in."

Zelda stepped into the moon's vision, and its rays washed her blonde hair and her face. The shadow slipped past Zelda and hurried into the castle.

"Isn't this where you met the Hero of Time?" Skye abruptly changed the subject.

Zelda sighed, walked over to Skye, and settled down beside her. "Must you bring this up?"

"Yes," Skye answered flatly. "I've seen the records that you tried to hide. I've heard about him from the Elders. I've seen the tree that you and he carved your names on at your wedding. Isn't that where you pledged to remain true to each other?" Skye interrogated.

"Skye, I was ten, and we weren't really married," Zelda sharply replied.

"No, you were four years older than me. Nineteen. Your friends poisoned your mind. You were married. Don't deny it."

"What's your point?" Zelda warily asked.

"You shouldn't have done it."

"Done what?"

"Left him and married someone else! Everyone I've talked to has said that he was the most noble and handsome man that they had ever met. He even saved your life! How ungrateful can you get? And now he's gone! Probably never to return!" Skye exclaimed.

"Skye!"

"What?"

"He's dead. Why do you care?" Zelda asked.

"He's not dead, and you know why," Skye growled.

"Skye-" Zelda began.

"What? What lie are you going to make up this time? What lie are you going to make up about my father?" Skye angrily asked, while her blue eyes stared at Zelda.

"Kolin is your father," Zelda said, her anger was slowly rising.

"That creep is not my father! I saw the birth records that you tried to hide in your room!" Skye exclaimed.

In a low voice, Zelda commanded, "Go to the castle and stay in your chambers. Do not leave your chambers until I summon you. Now!"

Skye stiffly stood up and marched off, but a hurt look played at the corners of Zelda's eyes. She heard the truth in Skye's words.

"But that was before I'd met Kolin," Zelda tried to reassure herself.

Tears filled her eyes. "He shouldn't have left! For all I know, he's dead! At least Kolin would never leave me like that. At least Kolin wouldn't get himself killed," she cried, and a few tears spilled onto her dress.

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Skye silently fumed as she hurried down the long hallway that led to her room. When she reached her door, she gave the doorknob a vicious twist and pushed in. After the door closed behind her, she hurried over to her bed and reached underneath it. She pulled a worn backpack out from under her bed and placed the pack on her bed.

"Dead. It's not true, and she knows it. She's just afraid. Afraid of what'll happen when he returns, and when he sees that she had a son with another man. I can't stay here with that creep and his son! He's corrupted mom, and now who knows what'll happen," Skye fumed as she stormed around the room. Faint wailing came through the walls and lingered in her room. Skye thought she was going to go crazy.

"There's that stupid baby again! All he does is cry! He's no better than that father of his! That-" she let the sentence trail off as she searched desperately for a word to describe him.

When she couldn't find one, she stalked over to her dresser, pulled some of her clothes out and stuffed them in her bag, but she selected a dark tunic and pants to wear. She quickly changed clothing, tugged on her boots, strapped on a modified pair of her father's gauntlets, and pulled her long, blonde hair into a ponytail. Before closing her pack, Skye stormed over to her dresser, pulled out a journal that she had hidden underneath her clothes, and gently ran her fingers over it. Then, she carefully carried it back over to her pack and gently slid it in.

"The gang wars are getting worse! Where is perfect Hyrule? Where is the Hero of Time? He's somewhere else, that's where, and I'm going to find him," Skye promised her room, as she tied the pack shut and walked over to the window. She shoved it open and slipped out into the night.

Author's note: There's chapter two. I hope you enjoyed it, and I hope that you'll review. Please.