Author's note: Thanks to my buddy for doing the art for the cover :P Now if only I can learn to not make silly deals...

"Why is it that you never listen to me when it's important?" The woman in purple raged. Karrah rolled her eyes.
"Oh no, not again. This is getting annoying. Why did I let him muck with my head?"
"For crying out loud, who have you gotten with this time?" The woman looked exasperated and Karrah just looked surprised.
"No one, as far as I know. Why do you ask?"
"You asked why you let him muck with your head. It makes one wonder why you ask that."
"Because someone mucked with my head. Literally. Magic can do that, in case you didn't know."
"I'm not an idiot! Don't go and assume that I am."
"Then don't act like one."
"Don't insult me."
"You aren't real! You're a figment of my subconscious mind in the form of a weird dream that feels like a memory, and I seriously wish that you weren't here." Karrah towered over the woman. The woman glared up at her.
"How can you say I'm not real? You have…" The woman faded out and Karrah motioned to her ears, shaking her head.
"Sorry, can't hear you. Like I said, you're a figment of my imagination." The woman glared at her and turned around. It was then that Karrah's surroundings faded into sight. She looked around at the interior of the small hut she was in, admiring the architecture of it. The interior designer evidently had reasonable taste. Her eyes landed on a small charcoal drawing of a couple of children, both sheikah. Karrah frowned and took a step closer to look at it. She didn't want to try picking it up, she wasn't sure if she could touch anything in her weird dream things. The two children seemed rather close, one taller than the other, though not by much. The other was clearly a younger version of the strange woman who seemed to know Karrah. She looked back at the woman, who had turned back around and was holding out something in her hands. A pendant of some kind. Karrah looked at it and slowly held out her hand, hesitantly taking it and turning it over. It was in the shape of an eye with a strange drip thing coming off it and Karrah just shrugged as she handed it back.
"Means nothing to me." She said, truthfully. The woman looked alarmed, but the dream was fading. Karrah's surroundings slowly vanished and she was left alone again.
"Don't trust the king of thieves. He will do anything to get what he wants." The voice rang out in the blackness between Karrah's waking and sleeping states. She frowned.
"What do you mean?" She asked, but she got no reply.

Karrah's eyes opened to her small room while it was still pitch black outside and shivered. During the day it was ridiculously hot, at night it was beyond freezing. She got up and walked around the room, rubbing her bare shoulders. Try as she might, she couldn't shake the words that were said before she woke up.
"Why shouldn't I trust him? He's trying to help me. Admittedly for his own gain, but surely it isn't simply for that?" She was having a hard time believing that this man, admittedly a not overly trustworthy one, he did have her in a cell when she woke up and he was keeping her prisoner, this man who she was coming to think of as a friend, could simply be using her without a second thought. Maybe it started like that, but was it changing? As much as she tried, Karrah couldn't shake the doubt that was now worming its way deeper into her mind. There was just one thing that was really sticking in her mind. She had to get out of here. Even if she could remember anything, it wasn't going to be her, and she suspected Ganondorf's patience was running out with her not being able to remember anything except the woman. There were no windows that Karrah could realistically fit out, no other entry or exit aside from the door. The floor was fully paved, no way out there. She scowled. Why did this guy have to be so good at keeping prisoners? Her eyes lingered on the fire place and the chimney and she shook her head. Even if she couldn't remember her past, she knew one thing. She hated getting filthy.

It is a well known fact, getting down something is far easier than getting up. You simply fall. Admittedly, this isn't always the smartest way of doing things, but it would most certainly work. But in Karrah's case, she had to go up, and Ganondorf, intelligent as he was, had put a grate in the chimney to prevent such manoeuvres as this. But since he evidently think of it as highly likely, the grate was able to be removed after much pushing and then a loud rattle and quiet swearing as it landed on Karrah's face, leaving a lovely pattern across her nose. Even with this slight setback, Karrah made fine progress as she scrambled up the chimney. She could swear that somewhere in her memory she was climbing the sides of buildings and racing friends across their roofs, but she couldn't tell if her mind was making it up or if she was actually remembering it. On the top of the building it was even colder than inside, the wind harshly whipping around her bare shoulders and arms, goose bumps climbing up her loose and baggy trousers, and it felt to her that her fingers and toes would drop off. She crouched down, not wanted to be so obvious to the women walking around with their over sized, sharp bladed and pointy sticks. Karrah doubted they'd be too understanding if they caught her. She slowly started making her way to the side of the building to make her way down when she heard someone's thick accent nearby.
"You going somewhere, donskachi?" It asked. Karrah would be able to identify that voice anywhere, no one else had a Texan accent. She looked around.
"I don't belong here, Ren, and you know it as well as I do. Just let me go."
"Hmm… well, as far as I can tell there is nothing in it for me and I simply can't let a prisoner escape, now can I? I can think of one big soppy git who seriously wouldn't like it."
"You referring to Ganondorf?"
"No, I'm referring to my dog. He seriously doesn't like people escaping." Karrah frowned. She couldn't tell if Ren, being from such a strange place that seemed so made up, was being sarcastic or serious. Ren laughed at the expression on her face and stepped forward, looking up at Karrah.
"Now if I were you I'd just go back inside, before you freeze your little tootsies off." She smirked and Karrah scowled at her.
"I'm not going back in there, no way in hell."
"I guess that settles it then." Ren shrugged and kicked out at Karrah, who jumped back slightly and caught Ren's ankle, looking slightly shocked. Ren looked just as surprised and slowly Karrah grinned.
"Evidently my mind doesn't need to remember how to fight. My body has a mind of its own." She twisted Ren's ankle around at an uncomfortable angle and lifted, sending Ren sprawling backwards with a dull thud. She quickly scrambled up and faced Karrah, limping slightly before sending a few punches Karrah's way. Karrah blocked every one, slowly pushing Ren backwards, then planted a kick squarely in the middle of the young woman's chest, knocking the wind out of her as she sprawled backwards. Next thing she knew, she was on the ground, her arm wrestled behind her back in a painful position, her face crushed against the roof.
"Don't touch her again, you understand me?" Ganondorf hissed in her ear. Karrah grunted, unable to comfortably talk in a way that could be understood easily. She was hauled roughly to her feet and pointed towards the edge. She swallowed as she looked at how far she would fall if Ganondorf chose to push her and stuck her chin out defiantly. There was no way she would survive a fall from this height, but she wasn't going to die as a screaming coward begging for her life.
"Are you alright, Ren?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." Karrah smirked as she imagined Ren struggling to breathe as she limped over to Ganondorf.
"Even if you had escaped, donskachi, where would you have gone? There is nothing but desert out there, if you don't know how to navigate it. You would simply have died, surely even you are smart enough to understand that." Ganondorf growled.
"I suppose I just don't care anymore. It's not like I'll remember anything here, nothing is triggering any memories and all your fiddling in my head did was make it unbearable to sleep at night. You try having people from a past you don't remember haunting you, try it and see how well you cope with it. Because it is annoying as hell, and I'm damned if I'm putting up with it anymore. I've been here for at least a week, as far as I can remember, and these dreams are becoming no more explanatory and certainly no clearer," Karrah snapped, "Besides, what do you care? It's not like I'm important to you in any way aside from information. If you wanted an informant it would be easy enough for you to just go out and raid some sheikah village to get someone else." Ganondorf didn't reply, simply pulling Karrah around in another direction, moving her to a ladder leading down from the roof.
"Don't even try running. They'd kill you before you got two steps." Ganondorf hissed as he released her so she could get down the ladder safely. Karrah looked at him.
"Why aren't you killing me? I doubt you'd let any other escapees live."
"Good informants are hard to come by."
"I was told not to trust you, was told that you'd do anything to get what you want." Karrah's eyes narrowed and Ganondorf shrugged. Ren was frowning behind him.
"Who told you that?" She asked.
"How would I know? I lost my thrice damned, bloody memory, didn't I?" Karrah snapped.
"Watch it, Ren. Evidently she has sharper teeth than originally thought. Now move it, donskachi. Before I change my mind and do kill you." Slowly Karrah turned and went back down the ladder. Somehow she doubted she's be put in a comfortable room again.