I noticed that along with the Sheikah, and Dark Link and Sheik, there is another blaringly under appreciated group. XD And I have decided to write a fan fiction on them! I have perused the stories with Garo even barely mentioned, and there is a whopping total of four stories. Yes, four. What a huge sum. XD So I've decided to write a fan fiction on them. XD Go me, and let's hope people find this good, and review. Oh, and Happy new years!

Edge of Regret

By OperationJonny

Prologue

In times long past, lost in the winds of time, there lays a tale, of long ago, that humans that live within Hyrule vaguely recall, that very few remember, and documents of this event have been lost to the ravaging eye of time. It tells of two people, shortly after when the Golden Ones had created the world Hyrule is settled on. These two, were both Sheikah, one of the seven races Farore had created to populate the land and sea that Din had crafted, and Naryu breathed life into. They were the strongest of their kind, the two of them. As each human holds different opinions, these two's opinions differed greatly, and with differences, came flaws, bringing their own destruction upon themselves, as they opposed each other, fighting at every chance possible. The great battle's details are lost to the winds, as is the name of the battlers, except for one of the sheikah, who's name was…

Garo.

He was the victor, but with the dying Sheikah's last breath, they cursed Garo, and all of his descendants, to ever be cursed, and live empty lives of eternal servitude to the very things he opposed, the foundation of good. So he and his children for eternity would be ever cursed to eradicate evil by darkness' hand. It has been that way ever since, each of the Garo born cursed with the same debt that their founder placed upon them. But one day, a sole Garo will repay the debt.

Golden light poured relentlessly through the window. A Garo sat up from his bed. Why he slept, was lost to him, his cold cobalt eyes staring out into the sun, the light burning into what felt like his very soul, as he started another meaningless day. He got out of bed, and stood up, and slowly walked over to the window, and lowered the shades over them, and sighed, as he basked within the shade of his room, closing his eyes. He wondered what these dreams meant to him. He saw two figures, battling, again and again, with the same endings, the same sentence ringing in his head: "The true way, Garo, is never to die without a cause…" Rang in his head, and he wondered, because that conflicted with the saying Garo lived by today, 'to die without a corpse, is the way of the Garo' and the other one was out of order. It didn't seem to make sense…

But soon, he pushed the thought to the back of his head. The Garo were a handsome and beautiful race, but hid it from the world with hoods of shadow and ragged robes of old. They were a cursed race, exiled from the Sheikah race for their founder's folly. They were to endlessly end evil from the shadows, and the last thing they needed, were the humans to intervene and make work harder. They did, after all, have to work until they broke the curse, however that's possible. He ran a hand across his forehead. There, as did every of the Garo, was a ruby red gemstone, set into their forehead. It was part of their curse. It was the bondage that held them to their duty. It could never be removed, unless the Garo died in the process. Everything had been tried for years to remove the curse, and all had failed. Most Garo had just given up, and let desperation and depression at the fact that they'd never escape this endless torrent of servitude.

But that wouldn't keep parents from raising their children with the false thoughts of freedom, and that they could escape this endless torture. It made them happy, seeing their children live their childhood thinking they were free, living an illusion they wished could be real. It was the only happiness Garo could afford, within this canyon settlement, hidden within these canyon walls. Celt himself was one of those children. His parents raised him with the constant thought that there was a freedom to the madness they had been born into, and it lay within each child of Garo. They just had look deep within. But that's just what the housewives had to say. Celt had grown out of that stage, and into the placid taciturn world of adult hood. Upon turning 16, you became an adult, and were forced to abide by the curse within. His hand strayed from the gemstone, to his silk-like black hair, and eventually, his hand covered his cobalt eyes, as he closed them, and contemplated the meaning of his existence, as he did every morning.

And, as every morning, he came to a conclusion. There was no meaning. No point, just servitude. Maybe, if he abode by the code of the Garo, he would die a warrior's death, maybe, he would be reincarnate, with a new life. Or, that's the only relief in the Garo culture there was… bliss in death. The only escape to freedom was to die honorably, with a good life behind you, and there would be a good afterlife to follow. Celt wrapped his dull brown robe around him, pulling his hood over his head, obscuring his face. From within his shadowed hood and so, there was just a shining pinpoint of light from his hood, a crimson glow of the cursed embodiment. Within his robe, were the trademark Garo weapons; twin silver blades. He stepped out of his small hut, into a roaring silent community of Garo going about there business within they're enclosed environment. Celt sighed, pulling his hood further down, as he approached his assignment post, where he would get an assigned an area to scout. Celt sighed. "Stones in the river of humanity, us Garo, cursed to forever serve until released from duty in death."

There we go! The first chapter of what I think will eventually be a good story! But what I really need, is people to read, and review, and tell me what they think! A few faithful reviewers would be nice as well. Well, Stay tuned in for another chapter later XD