Mafia Fire

Chapter One

Empty Minded

Lately…Fires have randomly sprouted up across the kosher land of Hyrule, There unexplainable and unpredictable. No one in the right mind can even begin to think of how these fires are even planned. Its like they have a mind of its own, along with the phenomenon – rumors are gossiped…Some say if your nice and respectful they wont come for you. And if you're rude and disrespectful…you get the fiery picture. But an even worse rumor is bore, some speak of a gang…a gang with money, smarts and brawn they also say they can kindle a fire whenever and however they please. A few are skeptical of it, this corrupt child though so too, he never thought they would ever hurt him –he was the prince after all, who would try to harm him? Oh how foolish he was, he was never spoiled about it, but he would ignore any wide spread of it.

Until that day.

That day when he was trapped in one, along with a loved one. After he managed to survive…He was changed. From once the bright cheerful sky blue eyes formed a fog of dark morbid blue, his sun blonde hair died into a crisp sacred black. A lot of people call him

--A demon.

Ryely…the child with a mind of a devil. Not only did his appearance change so did his attitude and personality. From good to bad, well, not the exact word 'bad' but more depressing and dark. Although, he knows he's a good kid. He's not a crack head, he was raised properly. Sorry, let me rephrase that. He's not a crack head; he was and still is raised by abuse. Ahh yes, his family. But lets not get into that yet.

The child kneeled down carefully on the ashes surrounding him, he picked through the brittle wood with his slender fingers. "Hmm," He examined the evidence, over and over it all was the same. Just a little piece of burnt wood. He moved it closer to his eyes. Nothing, but it has a smell…A linger of alcohol filled his nose, he almost coughed because It was PURE booze. "This helps." Ryely has been studying the scenes for months on end. But has had zero success, 'It's a start…' he thought subconsciously. He pushed himself up but felt a bit of dizziness –it was nothing he could handle though. Ryely tossed it on the ground and dropt his backpack. He pulled out a surgical mask and tied it on. The fumes were starting to effect him "This fire is fresh." He said quietly while putting his backpack on sluggish, it hung carelessly on his right shoulder.

The ash and brittle covered a fair amount of Hyrule's field. Ryely has a sensitive body, many things affect him, and emotions are one of them. He is quite allergic to smoke, it is a thick summer afternoon, and the sun almost melted the ruins like cheese. Smoke risen all over Ryely; once it hissed it self to normal his heart drummed itself to normal. His eyes remained open; he tilted his head down as he walked his ways north. Through out the volcanic wasteland.

A never-ending thought he plunged into, Ryely really tried to connect to himself. 'Maybe, just Maybe…I could try to get on Links—' He gave a evil smile/smirk 'Dad's…good side.' He rubbed his eyes from the stinging of the steam vapor. 'Enough is enough. I'm sick of the fighting.'

Ryley glanced back at the hazy field behind him, 'I walked that far?' His eye's shifted towards him, in front of him lay a busy town surrounded by walls…walls of solitude. The normal towns folk don't know or care what goes on beyond the walls. It doesn't concern them. They're rich snobs who think less of others who are un-fortunate enough to be poor. They, the poorer ones and the fortunate ones.

--They don't live next to the king.

First step, Second step, third step. The rich stone tile echoes as Ryley's heavy boots walked on top of them. Surprisingly it was quest –like any other summer afternoon- usually its cramped full of people buying and selling. Today…so far…was relaxing. Ryley wanted to stay outside for the remainder of the day. Yet he can't he eventually has to go home. Might as well get it over with.

"It's him!" Some voice called out awkwardly loud.

Ryley's ears twitched

"The prince!" Whispers slithered out of the town's folk. Shortly after they all bowed simultaneously "what is he doing?"

All bowed respectfully but Ryley doesn't like that, he doesn't want to glory. Ryley tried to hide himself with himself, by hiding in the shadows of the back alley. Once he left the scene everyone went back on to his or her reductive lives. Except one, a confused girl who had curiosity in her red eyes… "Why was everyone bowing?" she said openly,

"That was the prince, that really disrespectful for you to not to bow! APOLOGIZE!" The guard grabbed her dark hair and applied pressure.

She remained normal and Un-harmed "I bow…" The guard raised an eyebrow "…to no one!" The girl punched him in the stomach right through his iron armour he gasped at the impact and fell to his knees. Then she grabbed his thick hair and twisted it harder then any human could possibly do. "Okay?"

"O-okay!" small tears ran down his face. She let go with a small shove sending him face first onto the jaw breaking ground.

The girl smiled and walked happily away, "he was cute" She laughed silently like a schoolgirl while putting on a fairly large hat and sunglasses. "Can't been seen anymore…"

Ryley pulled the medical mask off his mouth and shook his head to fix his unusually long hair, he then dropt his heavy back on the ground – a small dust cloud formed around, he put his sleeve over his nose with his right hand and tried to brush the dust away with his left hand. 'Dry weather…' The coughing child pulled out a white ribbon-tie, and put his dark hair in a guy ponytail and let the ribbon flow down to his higher middle back. And then he tied the mask back on –just in case. Ryley swung the back pack around him and continued on, The castle front yard was almost three times the size of the actual castle itself. But he didn't mind it, even in this really dry thick weather it truly beautiful to be outside, his dad is really, and by really you'd call obsession- about image. Ryley's eye twitched, 'image…'

Even if you looked at the Royal Hyrulian family you'll see a perfect family with perfect kids and perfect father and wife. But, that wife –that replacement the person who toke the queen's role –Floria. It's a long story how the rightful heir Zelda killed herself in a reaction to something. No one knows why she did it. Only one person and his name is:

Link,

He very well knows. But hell, he'll never tell. Ryley has tried countless times to ask him about his mother and not his half brothers. One, two, thee. The gates to the foyer lay in front of Ryley, It felt strange, he couldn't lift his foot to continue on, its like a bear in a trap, he wants to go on but he can't. For a minute it went dead silent only the flourishing sound of the water from the moat broke the silence.

"Master, you should tell him, ya know…Ryley about your real job." A voice barely got to his ears.

"yeah dad, tell him." Ryley's half brother suggested.

The shocked and dazed child took am un-easy step backwards. "W-what?" He said remotely quiet.

End