Disclaimer: I don't own Zelda! Nintendo does! If I did own it, I would be swimming in a pool of cash and Ganondorf would always win. Well anyways, here goes!

My Desert Flower

It was just before sunrise. The sun wasn't even up yet, and Falon, the owner of Lon Lon Ranch was already up. He had such a busy day ahead of him. He had so much work, and usually relied on his only son, Talon, to help. He slowly made his way over to Talon's room. "Talon!" he shouted as he roused his son, "Get up you lazy bum! How do you expect to get any work done if you don't get up son? Now, Talon didn't really like to work. He was a lazy young man that really liked to sleep; he usually left all the work to his father and his cousin Ingo, while he dozed off.

"I'm going dad," Talon replied groggily.

"Well hurry son, we have so much work to do, and we also have to deliver some milk to the castle. You know how difficult it is to deliver milk to Hyrule castle now that the war has started," answered Falon

Ingo slowly rose from his bed. He walked over to the wash basin in the corner of his room to wash his face. "Hello there, gorgeous," he said to his reflection as he looked into a little mirror that hung over the basin. He was a handsome boy of 17 years. He had straight brown hair, and sparkling dark blue eyes that rivaled the star studded night sky. He was about 5'10"and had a beautiful physique that he had developed from the little, but often hard work that he did on the ranch. He was not fat, but not too skinny. He was just right. He then pulled on his over alls, ran down the stairs, ate a quick breakfast, and then ran outside, to where his father and cousin were already feeding the horses and collecting cucco eggs.

"It was about time", Ingo spoke in a bitter tone.

"Ooooh! Grouchy are we? Are you PMSing or something? I had to get my beauty sleep," said Talon.

"Well I hope it was good, but you should give up taking all those 'beauty naps' because they don't seem to work at all," replied Ingo.

"Oh shut it Ingo, you are just jealous that you cant look half as good as I do and of how girls always prefer me," replied Talon. That was exceptionally true. Ingo was a tall and gangly boy of 18. He had greasy light brown hair, brown eyes, and a grumpy disposition. He was obsessed with working, and was often dirty and smelly. He knew that what his cousin said was true, and it hurt him to admit it, even to himself.

"Why you little fa-"

"Boys! Break it up! We've got work to do," shouted Falon, "and Talon, go to the back shed, and milk the cows," he added.

"Yes sir" agreed Talon, glad to be getting away from his grouchy cousin.

He went out the shed and milked the cows, as they lazily chewed on some hay. It wasn't easy, but he was used to it. It was tedious work, and he began to get drowsy. That haystack in the corner looked quite cozy to him. He quickly finished milking the cows, and poured the milk into canteens. "I'll take a nap quick nap before we go and deliver this load to the castle," he thought to himself. So, he laid himself down on the hay pile and was fast asleep.

Shortly after, Falon came looking for Talon. "Talon, get up this instant! I hate to think about what conditions my ranch will be in when I am gone, and you take over as owner. Maybe I should consider letting Ingo inherit the ranch instead,"scolded Falon.

"Sorry father. It won't happen again," answered Talon.

"Well come on, lets load the wagon. Its time to deliver this to the castle," instructed Falon. So they did as he said, then set off for Hyrule castle at once. It was a quiet trip, in which Talon slept through all the way. Once they crossed the drawbridge, they saw a horrible sight.

Some buildings were burning, and others had people running out screaming. It seemed as if the Gerudos were in the middle of attacking Hyrule town market. There were dead bodies scattered through the ground of both the enemy, and fallen Hylians. Falon made to turn the wagon, but as he did so, he was shot in the back by an arrow. Talon was shocked. He was too afraid to cry or to fight back. The only thought that raced through his mind was to get out of the market.

"Hold on father," he said to Falon as he grabbed the reins and urged the horses onward, with much difficulty, he finally made it out of the market. He headed back towards the ranch. He was so worried now, because he knew that his father would not make it.

"Son, please promise me something," Falon managed to say.

"Anything dad," answered Talon.

"That you will watch over the ranch and keep it going. No matter what, dont ever let the enemy take it. Do not surrender, even if you die fighting," whispered Falon.

"I promise dad," answered Talon.

"I love you son. You are the best son that a father could ever ask for. Please dont forget me or our promise," Falon breathed his last breath and passed on into the next life.

"Father no please dont leave me," sobbed Talon. He cried and cried as he slowly made his way back to the ranch. He was quietly sobbing, when he passed by a clump of trees and heard something that made him stop at once. It was a feminine voice that sounded pained and exhausted.

A/N: This is my first fanfic, so please be nice. I accept constructive criticism and flames too. Please click that cute little button and dont forget to review! Love ya! Toodles!