Hello Zelda fans! this is my very first fanfic; so bare with me, please. This fanfic mostly consists of my made up(original or not, I don't know) characters. I am still unsure whether to use the real Zelda characters or not.

Disclaimer: I do not own any real Zelda characters from the original Zelda timeline. Soooo don't get confused.

And a special thanx to Tobi Tortue for support and encouragement for this story

Enjoy!

-Chapter one- - -

"You're Highness!"

Princess Kitara looked over her shoulder and gave a pouting face. She had almost made it to the garden gates. With a huff she turned around. "What is it, Maria?" she snapped. Her breath came out in wisps in the cool morning air. Even though only ten, Princess Kitara was completely independent.

"Please Princess!" the servant begged taking the young princess by the hand, "It is hardly dawn. Only the heavens know what creatures can be creeping at this time of day." She gave a small tug at the hand that she held. "Come on in now…you'll catch a cold in weather like this."

The young princess obeyed reluctantly. "Yeah, right!" she muttered under her breath, "It's summer."

Upon entering her room, Princess Kitara flopped on her bed and soon fell asleep with one thought in her head. "Palace life sucks." She was awakened some hours later by a knock on the door. Princess Kitara sat up in bed and stared at the door for a few seconds. Why did I have to be born a light sleeper? She thought.

Slowly she got up and opened the door. "What is it, Maria?" she asked the second time that day. Maria smiled, "Your breakfast is ready, Your Highness."

The young princess smiled back a fake but convincing smile. "Please," she replied in her most mannered voice, "I want to eat in my room today."

Her maid bowed deeply. "As her Majesty wishes." She left, and came back with a trey full of food. "Does her Majesty have more requests?" she asked.

Kitara shook her head. "No Maria."

The maid tipped her head curiously. "Are you certain, Princess?" she asked, "Your Highness acts differently. You seem to be more, how shall I put it? Umm, mannered?"

Kitara laughed, amused. "I'm fine Maria. You can leave now." Maria nodded her head and left, still looking rather doubtful.

The young princess repeated the process for the noon and evening meals. "Please take them to my room," she said, "I will eat there." At the end of the day, Kitara looked at all the food she had saved from the whole day. She had not eaten a bite. Kitara smiled. "This should be enough to last me awhile," she said to herself.

Princess Kitara walked over to her wardrobe and pulled out her plainest dress. After slipping it on she looked into the mirror. Kitara shook her head at her long, red hair. "I'll have to fix that later…"

Kitara wrapped everything she brought in a simple cloth, including some extra clothes. She grasped a sharp dagger that hung by her bed, and attached it to her belt. She looked into her reflection one last time. Then quickly taking a small bag of rupees and her magic cloak, Kitara climbed down from her high tower room using an old vine that had grown on the castle walls.

The young princess looked around for the castle guards that were assigned the night shift duty. None were to be seen. She quickly made way across the castle courtyard and stopped in front of the tall iron gates that isolated the castle. As quietly as possible, Kitara tried to pry them open, but they refused to budge.

Suddenly a strong hand gripped her shoulder. Kitara gasped, trying to break free. The hand stayed firmly on her shoulder. "That ain't no use little missy," growled a deep voice. Kitara froze, recognizing the voice as one of the older guards that had befriended her. "Glen…" she whispered under her breath. The man spun her around to face him. She looked at the ground, making the hood on the cloak completely cover her face.

His steel blue eyes narrowed. "What's a little girl doing out this late?" he questioned, "Yer not robbin' the castle are you?"

Kitara shook her head.

The guard pointed at her wrapped bundle. "Then what's that?" he asked.

She took a step back and held it tighter against her body and said in a muffled voice, "Nothing."

He reached for the bundle. Getting nervous Kitara desperately pulled off her hood. Glen's steel blue eyes went wide, and he stepped back. "P-Princess!" He again tried to take her bundle. "You stole from the castle!" he asked, shocked.

Kitara's dark green eyes widened at the fear that her old friend would tell on her. "No!" she blurted, slightly raising her voice and stepping back. "I didn't…" Kitara hesitated to whether she should tell him of her plan. After a moment's thought she turned to him. Straight out she said it. "I'm leaving."

The elder one's eyes filled with worry. "But Princess Kitara," he protested, "You're much too young to-"

"Everyone says I'm too young! I can take care of myself."

"Princess you don't understand. You are the heir to the thrown. To Hyrule."

"You are the one who doesn't understand!" Kitara's eyes flashed angrily. "That's all I am to everyone around here. The heir! If I were a normal girl, no one would give a care what I was doing. Even Father." She paused. "Out here…I'm free. None of the, 'don't do this, and don't do that,' stuff. Out here…I can make real friends who care about me. Princess or not." Again she paused. "I may be only ten, but even I know that."

Kitara, as if on instinct, stepped close to her friend. I can't believe what I'm about to do, the horrifying thought seeped into her head. She felt his warm breath and heard his steady heart beat as her hand wandered along her belt. Grasping her dagger, Kitara seemed to fall into a sudden trance. Her head began to swirl.

The gleam of a blade in the moon light.

The smell and sight of blood blurring her senses.

A scream…then, dead silence. There was no resistance.

As her mind started to clear, Kitara looked down at her blood stained blade and hands. They had taken the life of her only friend. She fell to her knees in a pool of crimson blood. With tears in her forestry eyes, Kitara grasped her long red hair and chopped it short. She watched as a warm summer breeze scattered them in every direction.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, bitter tears rolling down her cheeks, "but this is the path I've chosen." Kitara stood up from her kneeling position and returned her dagger to her belt. Grabbing her wrapped bundle of supplies, she passed through the gate and looked back at Hyrule Castle.

Then, with a smug, devilish smile on her face she said to herself, "I have no regrets."

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Well? How was it? Was it bad? Was it good? Yeah I know: short. But bare w/ me it's only my first.

"" srry if it was a tad bit too violent…I have a knack to make the beginnings violent …don't know why. Hehe… Oh PLZ R&R!

(oh and I'm open to ideas for my male Gerudo name…I haven't got one…)