Welcome back to the Waking Worlds Worth Everyone! Yeah, feel free to kill me now.

Axccel: The main character will always be Idris. However, I do have plans to introduce more characters that have relevance to the plot, and have different POV's. Your actually going to meet one of the new character's in this chapter!

radomeperson: Thanks

Neema Amiry: ...Yeah...

Malgrath: LINE EYES UPON OUR BRAINS

Dantrlan: Sí, es un poco horrible para ser honesto. Sin embargo, ella es un personaje secundario en la historia, por lo que no le di mucho papel. Ahora que lo pienso, hay muchas cosas que podría haber hecho. Pero demasiado tarde, supongo.

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*EDIT* I'm editing all the previous chapters in order for this story to be...well, good.

Curse the fiends. Their children too. And their children, forever, true

The alleyway was cold, damp. Aria could tell that much. She could feel that the stones beneath her feet were smooth, formed like bricks. One of the few benefits of being blind, she supposed, better senses of touch, taste, smell, hearing, etc. But what she wouldn't give for the gift of sight. Some eyes is all she desired. But that wouldn't matter right now, not if she died here. The men she fled from were close, she could hear them. It was a bad idea after all to rip them off with those games of Passe-Dix, but she needed the money. No telling what they would do to her now, but she didn't want to find out.

"After that bitch!" She heard from behind her. She could hear the pit-pattering of her bare feet running alongside the stone bricks, and the thuds of the thugs boots. She kept her hand running across the wall to her right. As soon as she would feel nothing, she could take a turn. Sometimes she would use her left hand to feel for any walls. If she had been any slower on her feet, she would've been caught by now. Good for that, and good for her living in these streets for all of her life. Suppose being a street rat does some good for you. As she ran, she couldn't stop herself from landing on a broken shard of glass. She gasped as she fell forward, tumbling onto the ground, her foot having a shard of glass sticking out.

As she grasped her foot, she groaned in agony. She felt her foot, looking for the shard. As soon as she touched it, she yelped in pain. Moving it hurt, like a lot. She hissed. She had to move, she didn't know how far away the thugs were and if they caught her-

"There she is!" Great. Just what she needed. The thugs had found her. She heard the stomps of their feet slowly come to a stop in front of her. She counted 5, maybe 6. Bad odds. Very bad odds for her.

"Alright you bitch, give us back our money!" The closest voice yelled. She hissed as he began to step on her injured foot. "Or else, we'll do worse."

"The money...is gone. Lost it in the alleyway when you began chasing me." She muttered out. It was both truth and lie. When she first began playing with them, she made a show of putting the money in a small sack. However, she pocketed most of the rupee's she made into another, hidden, smaller bag. Basic slight of hand trickery. When she was first being chased, she purposefully dropped the money bag, concealing the hidden one.

"Don't go trying to trick us here! We know you got it on you! Where is it?" The thug was right in her face right now, she could feel his breathing. Could smell it too, a foul stench.

"I told you already, I dropped it in the alleyway." She repeated. The man scoffed, and then slapped her. She bit her cheek as she took the blow, grunting silently. "You think I'm stupid, you trash rat? I work for Mido's Boys, and you think you can call me stupid?" As ridiculous and bad his breath was, he was correct in saying he worked for Mido's Boy's. As silly as the name was, Aria still feared them. They were one of the local gangs in Castle town, and were notorious for their frequent harassment and threats of violence. While it was rare for them to commit to their promises, she knew to fear them.

"Now, one last time. Where is my Fucking Money!" She yelped as he hit her again, this time with his fist.

She spat our some blood before growling "I don't have it!" They stood still after that. No movement from anyone. She too laid still.

"Well now, that's a shame." The thug spoke. She could practically hear him grin it was that obvious, "I suppose you'll have to pay us back another way." She gasped. No. No way. No. No No No.

"Boss. What're doing? Are you crazy?" One of the goons spoke up in shock.

"Yeah, this is stupid. You'll get us into trouble!"

"Ahh shut it!" The boss yelled at them. "She asked for it by stealing from us! She needs to learn that stealing, is wrong." She felt him loom over her. No, she won't allow this! She began to kick him, kick him hard. She managed to land a blow straight into his nose, which sent him stumbling back.

"Agh! You broke my nose you little bitch!" With that, she heard him pull a knife and step towards her. This was it. She waited for the end, waited for the nothingness that would befall her.

...

*SHING*

...

Nothing. Well, not the nothingness of death, she was still alive after all. The slash she heard was not from the thug's blade, a knife couldn't make that sort of noise. She heard the flop of...something hit the ground, as well as the clattering of a knife, and soon the thug fell to his knees, screaming in agony. She heard the thugs gasp and mutter, and she heard them shift.

Footsteps. Heavy footsteps, that of boots. She heard the new figure walk towards them, she smelt blood. Whoever had saved her, they were armed with some large blade. She hoped a knight or something.

"Why have you attacked this girl?" The new figure's voice was soft, scratchy. They took a step forward again, the rest of the thugs took a step back. The leader continued to moan in agony, clutching his newly-given stump arm.

"She-she-she" One of the men kept stuttering, unable to form an answer. The figure stopped moving.

"Oh gods...we...we'll leave. We'll never bother her again! Just let us go!" Another of them screamed out, beginning to step back rapidly, before breaking into a full sprint. He didn't get far. Aria felt the bang come from the new figure before she heard it, her ears began to ring. As she clutched them in pain, she could hear the muffled cries of the men as the new figure began to slaughter them. A muted slash, cries of pain. In reality, it was all very quick, but for Aria, it lasted for hours. Once it ended, she could hear normally. The figure began to step towards her, slowly, like a wolf to a rabbit. She dared not move.

She felt him crouch before her, as if to meet her pale, blank eyes. "Come with me child." She heard them whisper. "You are safe now."

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She heard a door open as the figure lead her inside a room. They had been walking for what seemed like hours before they arrived at whatever destination they brought her too. She knew that it could be some form of high born home, a manor perhaps? Maybe even Hyrule castle itself? Right, like that would happen. She knew where she was, some warehouse where this figure would take part of their crude pleasures. After all, one who slaughters men as viciously as they did could only enjoy the cruelest of things.

"Sit. You must be hungry." They guided her to a chair. Where there is a chair, there must be a table. As she sat down, she heard him move to the side, grabbing somethings. He walked back to her, placing something in front of her, a bowl most likely, and a spoon. "Eat." They told her. She reached for the spoon, feeling it's smoothness, it's lack of rust, it's engravings. That was a confirmation, her rescuer was some form of nobleman, or perhaps a knight. Most definitely rich. She began eating the meal, soup she found out. It was nice, tasty.

Of course, she wouldn't be fooled. She ate in small portions, making sure to taste the broth for any form of drugs or meddling. She couldn't be anymore careful. She tasted none, but that didn't mean that there weren't any. But what could she do? She didn't want to let them catch on that she was aware of their game. There was no noise made from either of them as she ate slowly, but she could feel them looking at her, studiously. As she finished her meal, she leaned back. She could still feel them looking at her. She refused to look back. They stayed like that for a solid minute before she spoke.

"I know what you are planning. It won't work." The figure was silent, as it began to pace around her. She could feel sweat coming down from her forehead. She forced her fear down, however, and spoke again. "I refuse to become some nobleman's private whore!"

They stayed silent, but she could hear him sigh. Was it in relief, or annoyance? She could not tell. They then spoke. "I have no interest in having a paramour of my own."

"Then why did you save me then? You must have some form of purpose to do so." She heard them chuckle a bit, before they responded. "A purpose? Why do you think I have one?"

"It's logical." She heard him stop chuckling, but she didn't care. She continued. "No one in their right mind would do something for another without purpose, it is not in anyone's nature. Therefore, you picked a fight with the Mido's boy's, which everyone knows is not a wise move, so you must have some form of plan. Not only that, but you must be a wealthy man of some kind, judging by the engravings on your spoon and the quality of the soup. However, it is possible you stole these items, but that isn't logical either due to your obvious martial training. A simply man with that kind of skill would either be a successful mercenary, or a knight. So therefore, it is the logical answer that you are a knight with some plan, and you saw a blind girl in trouble by the very gang you wish to take on, and you decided that I would be important somehow." She finished. The figure stayed silent, before chuckling some more.

"You are quite intelligent, young one." She smirked at that, how could she not? "Unfortunately, you are somewhat incorrect in some of your assessments." Her smile faded as he continued.

"It is true that I have a plan for you, but not one you might expect. I did not know who these men were, so you telling me that they were part of a criminal organization is news to me. I also have no wealth to my name, but I am a...knight of sorts." He took a breath. "My purpose for saving you is that I was simply exploring the town when I stumbled upon you, and watched your playing of the game with those men. I saw your cunning, and your skill with evasion and misdirection. Once I saw you take flight, I followed you." She stayed silent throughout this, beginning to shiver. "Once I saw you were cornered, I took action." The figure sat down on the table, right in front of her. "I will be honest, I had a purpose in my intervention, you were correct in that."

"A-And what purpose is that?" She muttered out.

"...I have need of an apprentice." She heard him stand up. "I am Idris, first Hunter, and agent of the crown. I believe you to be a worthy candidate of being a Hunter."

"A hunter?"

"A warrior, dedicated to the protection of the people from that which would harm them. There is no honor in the work, no glory, only bloodshed and death. I believe you have potential to be one, and I would like to take you on as my apprentice. You would serve the crown, and kill those who would bring despair." He gazed upon the girl, who looked down at the floor. Blank eyes and all. "What say you?"

What say she? She was given a choice in this? She wasn't used to choices, that was for sure. Aria mulled over her options, the small amount she had. Sure, she was going to be used most definitely. Not in the way she had imagined, and she thanked Hylia for that, but still used most likely. The promise of death was there. But where else could she go? Here, she had food, opportunity...vengeance.

"I accept." She knew he was smiling.

"What is your name?"

"Aria."

"Then I name you Aria, Second Hunter of the Crown. Eat my apprentice, training will begin soon."

Sorry this is so short, I don't have any other ideas for this chapter. That, and I'm tired.