A/N
Thank you to Frog nut for reviewing! Thanks to you I decided to update now instead of Saturday, so in answer to your question, yes, I will be updating soon. If I don't run out of time or ideas I will update once a week, probably on Saturday.

Since I'm doing this I also want to thank Hasenpfeffer for being the first reviewer and for reviewing every chapter! I would not have gotten this far without you.

Also, I will be re-writing most of the other chapters, I already finished chapter one and have posted it, so if anyone wants to re-read it and tell me if it's better, that would be very helpful.

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Another month passed and Zelda had begun recruiting people into her army.
Sheik was back to training under Impa and the other Sheikah who had stayed in Kakariko Village, and Hylian soldiers who had escaped from the castle were helping to train new soldiers who were slowly trickling in. Zelda was now ten, and training part time with Sheik as well as learning how to rule a country and behave like a princess.
The Gorons and Zora had returned Zelda's letter saying that they would assist her in her cause, and both would have a standing army encase they were attacked as well.
The children who now lived in Kakariko were back to playing in the streets and the shop keepers and game owners were back to ripping people off, but everyone seemed frightened, always looking over their shoulders in fear.
None the less, when Sheik and Zelda had a day of vacation they left their head quarters at Impa's Kakariko house to play with the other village children.
"Excuse me," Zelda said politely. The children stopped in their game of monkey in the middle and all bowed or curtsied to her before asking what she needed.
"May we play with you?"
The children glanced from her to Sheik, who was standing behind her, in fear. Zelda watched curiously. Why would they be afraid of Sheik?
The eldest child cautiously nodded, casting one more fearful glance at Sheik.
Zelda thanked them enthusiastically and joined the game.
It was pretty simple, the children were split into three teams, two stood across from each other and the third stood in the middle and tried to catch the ball the other two teams threw between them. The goal for the "monkeys in the middle" was to catch the ball so they could get to the outside.
Both Sheik and Zelda were very good at this game, being able to jump higher and move faster than the other kids.
After some time Zelda began to realize that none of the children wanted to go near Sheik, no matter which team she was on, they always stayed as far away as possible.
Frowning, Zelda asked one of her teammates why they did this.
"Well, your highness," the child began uncertainly, "your friend, the Sheikah is a bit scary. He's got a creepy scar... and wears armor all the time. And they tried to kill all the Hylians you know. In the Civil War..." she trailed off upon seeing the horrified look on Zelda's face.
"I'm sorry..." the child said, scurrying back to her friends. Zelda walked to a crate and climbed on top of it angrily. Setting her hands on her hips she said loudly;
"Do all of you think Sheik is scary?" the kids looked up at her and one by one they slowly nodded.
"And do you all think the Sheikah tried to kill us all?" again there were hesitant nods.
"Well your wrong! I have no idea why you think Sheik is scary, it's just a scar," Sheik touched he scar self-consciously as Zelda took a breath, "but the Sheikah did not try to kill us all. The Hylians were actually the ones that started the Civil war, because they feared the Sheikah's ability to simply vanish." a sad look came across Zelda's face. "We were scared of them, so we tried to eliminate them." by now Sheik had snapped out of her surprise and ran over to the crate Zelda stood on, whispering urgently to her.
"Princess stop, please. They don't need their faith in our government shaken anymore right now. You need the people to trust and believe in you, so don't say things that make you look bad."
"But what about you?" Zelda whispered back.
"I'm fine, it doesn't matter if they're scared of me." Zelda opened her mouth to protest, but saw the truth in Sheik's words and stopped. She silently stepped off of the crate and took Sheik's hand, leading her quickly away from the group.
"Don't be sad." Sheik said when she saw Zelda looking at the ground. "It's not your problem or your fault." Zelda shook her head.
"Of course it's my problem! I can't have everyone being afraid of my best friend!" Sheik shook her head.
"That little girl said your scar was scary." Zelda said sadly. "If that's how the next generation thinks about injury, we're going to have a big problem on our hands with the upcoming war." Sheik agreed and told her to tell Impa what she had learned, and after Zelda left, Sheik went to her room and sat on her bed, absently strumming a old Sheikah hymn on her harp.
Suddenly an idea struck her. Standing up, she dug around in her clothing box before pulling out an old white cloak, which she carefully cut into strips.
After sewing together the strips she had cut into a long scarf, Sheik wrapped the scarf around the lower half of her face, hiding the scar. If nobody saw the scar, people wouldn't be afraid of her, right? Sheik knew it was a childish thing to do, but she was still a child, she was entitled to some childish behavior.
Sheik stood in front of a mirror, examining her handiwork. She deemed it acceptable and went outside to practice with throwing knives and other weapons to test its practicality.
As she practiced many thoughts passed through her mind, most prominent among them thoughts of her deal with Ganondorf.
If he called on her she would have to do whatever he said, and it would no doubt be something bad.
She could tell Impa, but if she did Ganondorf would kill her and everyone she cared about.
She could leave, but she couldn't survive on her own and as she had discovered when she had first been let out of Ganondorf's castle, she really didn't want to die.
Unable to come up with a solution, she decided to plan her next couple of days, something more manageable.
Impa had given her the task of checking on the Hero once a month, which she had done a few days ago, and Zelda had asked her to check on the inhabitance of Lon Lon Ranch next time she went to see the Hero.
After practicing for anther forty-five minutes, Sheik heard Zelda calling her from her room.
Sheik stuck her head through the door first, cautiously looking around the room. Zelda sat at her desk, chewing on the end of a snow white quill, a blank sheet of paper before her, around her lay crumpled up bits of paper with lines of Zelda's elegant writing across them.
Assured that Zelda was not going to throw anything at her as she sometimes did when in a bad mood, Sheik stepped the rest of the way into the room and walked up to stand behind her, careful to make some noise before reaching her to alert Zelda of her presence.
"I can't do this, Sheik..." Zelda groaned, rolling her head to the side so she could see. Sheik picked up one of the crumpled bits of paper and read it.
"Your writing a speech?" asked Sheik. Zelda nodded.
"But I don't know what to write." Sheik re-read the speech, this one was too lengthy, with a very unnecessary amount of filler and never actually got to the point.
"Help me?" Sheik nodded and pulled another chair up to Zelda's desk. Zelda picked up her quill and Sheik began to bounce ideas off of her, sometimes dictating what she should write.
By the time Impa had come home three hours later they had the finished product. This speech was meant to encourage her coming troops and to convince them to fight for her and their cause of recapturing their kingdom.
Standing up and stretching, Zelda picked up the paper and took it to show Impa.
"It looks like one of fathers speeches right?" Zelda asked. Impa read it over then nodded.
"This will be fine." she said. "Have you assigned any commanders yet?" Zelda shook her head.
"I was hoping you could help me with that, be the commander in chief since I don't really know much about war." Impa nodded, then turned back to the pot of stew she was cooking.
"I will see to it that your army has it's leaders." Impa promised.

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Two months later Zelda's troops had arrived and been signed up for the army. Six thousand men and boys from all across Hyrule had answered her call and come to Kakariko. Another four thousand had come from the Gorons, Zora, and Sheikah.
Standing before ten thousand people, Zelda felt scared. She had never really been afraid or disliked crowds like Sheik did, but here, with so many people looking to her as their leader, she was scared.
To her right stood Impa, to her left Sheik, behind her in a half circle stood her advisors and the commanders Impa had picked.
Zelda licked her lips and opened her mouth to speak. Instantly every one of the people below her were silent, looking up at her with a mix of skepticism and expectancy.
"People of Hyrule! People of the Zora, and of the Gorons and of the Sheikah!" Zelda began. Her voice wavered a bit, but she took a deep breath and continued.
"As you may know, the evil Gerudo king Ganondorf has taken the castle and killed my father, the king. But that does not mean we must all bend to his wicked will. I called you all here to ask that you stand beside me and fight to take back our kingdom!
The Hero of Hyrule has returned, and we must all stand with him if we want to win back our country.
Soon we will be engaged in a great war, already ten of our brothers have given their lives for our cause, and though many more will die before this is over," she took another deep breath before continuing, "I believe that we can win! Let us raise our weapons and recapture our homes! For our Families, for our futures, and for our lives!" Zelda yelled, her voice now strong and confident. Cheers broke out throughout the crowd, and for a moment everyone forgot that they were following a eleven-year-old girl into a war, that they were relying on a child to get them through the hard times that were to come. Zelda had said what they wanted and needed to hear, and they were happy.
Zelda glanced at Impa, a question in her eyes. Did I do alright?
Impa nodded, a small smile on her face.
She glanced over at Sheik and then to her advisors. All of them were clapping, Sheik smiled at her, a very small smile, but Zelda was glad she approved. Looking back to the cheering crowd she couldn't help but feel a bit proud. Her words held magic, a special magic that gave hope to the people.
And in the coming years, they were certainly going to need it.

A/N
Sorry if this chapter was a bit pointless, but I had fun writing it, although my speech writing skills need quite a bit of work...
Reviews greatly appreciated!