The final part for the last chapter of part one, it's a bit shorter than my normal length but keep in mind this was supposed to be one entire chapter. It would have been too long then! Enjoy

The Ranger

It hadn't been long after the sun had risen on Lurelin when the pair of Rangers returned to the quiet village. The villagers had not ventured far from their homes in petrified fear of the creature's return, so when the two returned there was a watching and aghast audience to greet them.

Ezlo carried the Kinov in his arms, which in his heavy hands the child looked even smaller and fragile, while his skin had lost all its baby features from rot and poison that suffocated his veins it appeared he was holding a hallowed doll. It could be understood if the parents did not recognize their child at first, but as they approached their small house on the edge of the village (they had a small garden that the mother was diligently tending to) the parent's knew that the child they held was their own. Colin shut himself off from the emotions that were flowing through the village, from the crowd who had gathered to the father that cradled his dead child while the mother wailed in despair. It was a difficult thing to witness and each person in that village was no doubt imagining their own child in place of Kinov.

"I will return," Ezlo said as he ventured back to the room they were staying in for his supplies. Colin watched from the hill as they placed the child into a casket built for a much larger man and filled the inside with purple lavender leaves – the child looked like he was sleeping in a wave of purple once they were done with him. They placed the casket upon a small pedestal as the church's spiritual leader led the village in prayer.

It was a very spiritual and warming sight, the villagers surrounded the casket and placed a hand on each of each other, with the parents in the middle placing their hands upon Kinov's cold head, it brought the villagers together in a triangle of prayer.

"Farore, I ask you to welcome Kinov into your embrace. A child you set upon this earth and was stolen too quickly, I know you will take the place of his parents and guide him into an everlasting warmth." the priest began in his prayer, "I ask Nayru to give your guidance to all of our people, and especially the parents so that these wounds in our souls may heal from your soft words. Din, with your everlasting brilliance of this earth, welcome this child into the ground with love and wipe the darkness that took his life from this world with your fury."

It went on for awhile afterwards, the religion they followed was not the traditional religion that the Hylians promoted – it was different as it omitted the Hylian Goddess Hylia, who they believed was the Goddess they selected to look over all people. This was the religion that the Rangers supported and this was the religion that the Hylians wanted to erase so badly, the one that led to violent conflicts many centuries ago. Their customs were old, decentralized from the Hylian church and had small little unique differences in every village that practiced it. One thing that was prominent throughout all those who practiced it was the forming of the triangle during funerals in representation of the three goddesses they were calling upon.

Colin was just a child when the Boublin hordes descended upon these provinces and although the Rangers made sure he was far outside their reach he had seen the damage they had done. Many families never were able to have the burials like these, after huge battles it was often impossible to name the dead among your rank or whichever nameless hamlet they lived in – so the religious priests amongst the armies would bury them in mass graves. But among those few families that did get their dead back, Colin had seen these types of burials many times before, it was a time of spiritual healing and a holy moment that shouldn't be broken. During the height of the Ranger's reign there would be a Ranger in every village that could oversee and protect these proceedings, but since they were almost wiped out this was a traditional mostly forgotten...

Colin would stand by as a Ranger should though, to make sure the child was sent into the spiritual world without any interruptions. Ezlo appeared and took a seat beside him as the ceremony finished up, and when the villagers departed in their own directions they did too without a single word. They made their way towards the edge of the forest where they wouldn't be interrupted and constructed a fire pit, placed a great bowl over the fire and began to go to work preparing for the hunt.

"Watch closely now," Ezlo said as the water inside the pot reached scalding height, "four ounces of chu chu chelly per person, so eight ounces in." He poured the thick gelatine into the mixture, "Let it heat for approximately ten minutes. Afterward we mix in the essence of bladed rhino beetle – very rare, very dangerous to catch."

After the time had passed he mixed in the crushed bits of the beetle and let simmer for awhile before transferring the potion into bottles for them. "Go to the river and clean that good, we have more to make."

Colin did as he was told and when he returned they started making more, "A base of water as always, followed by the essence of the sunset firefly, fairly common, but it'll keep the next ingredient from killing us – Boboklin fangs, there were a fair few that joined in the raids five years ago, needless to say we stocked up while we could."

Colin tried not to think about the fact he would be drinking this stuff down in a bit, but he never questioned Ezlo, the man was a master of potions and had spent his long life perfecting them and writing in great detail about it – likely one of the best in the land.

"Careful now..." He dished out the new potion into a bowl, "This will cover your scent and make you invisible to four of our five senses – they will have to see you to know you're here. Drink it now."

Colin downed the potion without question, the taste was fowl and the feeling it gave his body was unreal. There was a painful moment where he thought he might faint but the pain subsided quickly.

"Now the other, this will make sure our strikes may pierce its thick armor." They drank down the other. Colin felt his veins bulge a bit and after he drank it all down he was sure he felt considerably stronger, perhaps even strong enough to hack away at a tree!

"How many people died trying to perfect these recipes?" Colin asked after that had packed up and pressed forward into the woods.

"Died?" Ezlo echoed, "A fair few, most just have terrible stomach aches until it subsides, but I know many had died of internal bleeding from a wrong mixture of ingredients. It's a science, a dangerous one, but it gives us an advantage over everyone else. We as Rangers can take more of the poison than most men." Rangers weren't normal, everyone knew that – monsters, demons, agents of the goddess, whichever that was believed it was certain that they weren't normal. It wasn't just training, different by their own genes, they were so much more enhanced in everyway when compared to the average person.

They moved through the forest, past the river and towards the old trees that sat in the distance. They spoke very little once they found their path and when they closed in on where they had battled the creature Colin's breathing seemed to slow to a halt.

The trees were heavily webbed, so tracking the beast wasn't difficult, it seemed to be trying to wall of its territory from outsiders but clearly had much work to do – large holes still were present in the walling of thick web that connected the old trees. It was difficult to see, the forest was dark from the great canopy of leaves and the trees were so dense that the Gohma could have been sat up there, watching them.

Ezlo pressed on though, sure that it was not yet around. "I caught the scent of its poison from before – I can't smell it now." Ezlo remarked as they pressed on. He seemed to be moving towards the even larger trees, under the belief that the creature (which had been wounded) would be hiding in a location that most reminded it of home. They came up towards a great tree, so immense in size at perhaps 90 feet wide and rose well over 100 feet into the air, Ezlo would have called this the 'center of the forest', the first tree that gave rise to all the others that surrounded it – all old forests had them.

"It's here…" Ezlo said under his breath, his eyes gazing up towards its immense size. The tree itself was not a rising behemoth and proportionate to its size it was more of a wide beast with parts of it that seemed to plateau before another great branch sprung up in another direction. But the webbing on it was clear, an immense branch was strung with countless canopies of web that indicated that this tree had become this creature's home.

"You go high…" Ezlo said, motioning over to the taller branches that moved over the large canopy of webs. Colin moved quickly, boosting himself onto the tree and using the slanted grooves within the tree to move quickly up it, with the potion his steps seemed so much lighter and his breathing far more controlled. He got up to the higher branch quickly and got his bow in hand, getting low to the tree he could finally smell the poison Ezlo.

The Gohma had fled into its canopy of web after the fight and was hiding, he caught sight of it curled up within the web – not aware of the Rangers approach. It became aware only once Ezlo approached it in plain sight, he was a large man and he had little choice but to cut through some of the webs to close the distance. When the Gohma caught sight of him it reared in shock, bringing itself low and watching him with careful eyes.

"You're a long way from home…" Ezlo said as he stepped towards it, "By murdering the people we protect you've broken our ancient truce, leaving me no choice but you take justice upon you."

Colin knew the creature would stand its ground, and Ezlo would have a difficult time drawing it out, but Colin had notched his arrow and would drive the creature out towards his partner now. He fired, the arrow flew through the air and came into direct contact with it wounds, sticking deeply into the exposed flesh and causing the Gohma to roar in pain.

Predictably, it charged Ezlo, who using his broad sword to bash it away – didn't appear to break the skin but the Gohma slid off the branch, falling towards the ground before using its own webs to catch its fall. It started lowing to the ground, intent on fleeing once more, but Ezlo was already in pursuit as he jumped from the branch, grabbed the web that the Gohma was stringing and sliding down towards the creature.

"Raaaah!" Ezlo roared as he positioned the sword down, catching the Gohma by the armor and cutting deeply into it. They fell the rest of the way, which was a fair drop as they both hit the ground Colin feared for a moment both had perished. Colin started to move down the tree, as thankfully Ezlo rolled up to his feet and grabbed his sword while the Gohma rolled around on the ground, reeling in pain.

Colin moved down the tree as quickly as he could without tripping and falling to a painful death, when he came to the lower branches he halted and fell to a knee, notching an arrow as he watched the Gohma and Ezlo fight. The Gohma had already taken a number of painful hits and was bleeding its acidic blood out of many wounds, Ezlo's sword was a finely crafted blade was the exposure to his blood seemed to be wearing the blade down.

Colin fired a shot into the Gohma, which made it rear back in pain with just enough opening for Ezlo to step in and shove his blade into the notch of one of its legs, driving the blade deeper into the creature before twisting the blade hard.

It cried out as Ezlo pulled his blade out, falling to the ground and twitching uncontrollably. It was on its final breath of life now. They had done it, killed this creature that had caused so much havoc as it went. Colin gripped out a small nearby branch and gave an approving smile down towards his mentor.

Ezlo was breathing heavily from the fight, his chest rising with every deep breath he took, when he looked up towards Colin he gave an expression of shock. It was then Colin could feel it, something was approaching from behind!

He turned quickly as what came charging from the nearby long branch was a Gohma nearly twice the size of the one they just killed. "Colin!" Ezlo roared out as Colin turned on his heal, letting off his arrow that flew off and made contact with the Gohma's eye. It didn't stop its charge though, and Colin couldn't move fast enough as it rammed straight into him with uncontrolled power. They both fell off the tree, its two front legs wrapped around Colin and pulling him closer to its venom dipping fangs.

Struggling against it was difficult, especially as they were now falling from the tree, and no matter how hard he pushed and shoved he couldn't stop it – he felt the sharp pain was the fangs dug through his leather armor and struck skin – then came the forceful impact of the ground.

The Gohma took the main impact of the ground and let Colin free once it did. The young Ranger went flying through the air, rolling on the ground before coming to a stop not far away. He didn't feel the effects of the venom at first, just a searing pain that arched across his right breast and shoulder from where he had been bitten.

But then it came in a deep wave of numbness, the voice of Ezlo calling with impossible to hear and the searing pain vanished into a void of sensation. His mind was groggy yet he was still conscious… but he felt without control, like there was something in his mind now.

The Gohma had turned on its feet and there was a lot more distance between Ezlo and the Gohma then between Colin and it. He looked towards the great Gohma, taking deep breaths as his eyes made contact with the creature's many.

"I see you, Ranger." The words hissed through his mind like daggers, "We did not want this! This is the Imps doing! But you murdered my brother, so now death is the only option!"

The Gohma started to charge him again, he would have moved by his legs were becoming numb and not in his own control. He didn't even feel as Ezlo shoved him away and drew his blade towards the creature. The last thing he saw was Ezlo's sword meeting the Gohma, and the rest was darkness….

In that darkness was terror. He was standing on a rough ocean, with waves in the distance that tossed and turned with unnatural strength. Where he stood was peaceful and the waves felt almost solid, but cold and devoid of warmth.

"It's coming." A voice said to Colin, shifting his gaze to the right he saw a man shaded in darkness, her eyes white as pearls. On her exposed flesh were veins of darkness that seemed to grow up from her arm, choking off any life as it went. "I never should have brought you into this world…" she lamented, "So much pain, so much sorrow…"

"M-mother…?" For so long has he had this reoccurring dream, but never had she said anything that was remotely understandable until now. He didn't even know what to say at this point.

She looked towards him, her face twisted and demented, and the emotions of sorrow and dread seemed to bleed from this distorted look, "I'm so sorry."

The world crashed away, breaking like glass that he fell through. The darkness below swallowed him, covered him, cut him like knives and smothered him until he could no longer move nor breath…

And he stood before a great creature. Hung in a web of darkness, with a single light placed on himself as to illuminate the dark stage he stood on. What stood before him was a creature of nightmares, it looked like a massive Gohma, but like his mother its body was demented and twisted.

"You can see me." It spoke. "I can see you."

It reached its long talon close to him, the long hairs on it seemed to almost caress his cheek like a mother's touch. "The dark king will awaken. I saw you in the vision, but a false vision it must have been… for you will die now."

"No…" Colin said, looking towards the creature with any strength he had left, "I do not wish to die… I cannot die yet…"

"The poison is in your body, and you cannot fight this." The creature said bluntly.

"Let me free from this darkness and I shall." Colin hissed, but the creature simply tilted its head.

"You misunderstand, I am not holding you here."

The creature shifted away from him, growing smaller as the light around him dimmed, "I am sorry Ranger that your life must end early."

"No!" Colin called, "Come back here, let me free from this! Let me free!" He cried out, the darkness gripping upon him tighter now as the light dimmed. "Please, please, I don't want to die!"

"Then fight!" The voice shouted before the light snapped shut, leaving Colin to struggle in the darkness that grew ever more powerful…

Part One Epilogue

The lands of Hyrule had been described a million different ways in a million different poems, each writer trying to capture its essence in their words. Some did better than others, but all of them failed to capture it in any way; a land of vast fields, dotted with forests and great meadows of wilds flowers that many hundred of hamlets and villages called their home – it was fantastic, and just when you started to get tired of it all you would find a new location with new sights and smell that you had yet to experience.

This was everything that Tetra Bosphoramus had dreamed of. The third child of the King of Hyrule and up until now, had been kept within the palace – so she jumped on the chance to venture with her younger brother to Clock Town and the rest of Hyrule.

The entire journey around their domain could take close to a year, but she welcomed the chance to do so much - she wanted to see the great cities in Termina, wrestle with the great Gorons of the north and most of all see the beaches at the Great Bay, which Rhoam would go on for hours about how warm it was and how the culture and customs differed from theirs so much. However, after a few weeks of travel it became painfully obvious that it would probably take longer than a year for them to complete this journey.

Her young brother, Daphnes, the Crown Heir of the Hyrule Empire was doing his absolute best to make this journey as painful as possible. Every time they crossed a keep he would have their escort halt so he could meet the lords living there. Their Uncle had encouraged them stopping at as many notable Lords as possible, but at this point they were dining in halls little better than a peasant's household (her uncle rightly feared their host stopping might have drained the storage capacity of these small lords). Ancient Lords that had little claim to anything, one had gone on for nearly an hour about how his family had brought great victory to the Hyrule domain and when Tetra had asked which war that was he named one that had occurred perhaps six hundred years ago.

If that wasn't all of it, Daphnes would linger at their keeps as long as he could – especially if they had a library available then he'd venture into it and read as much as he could. It was beyond annoying and tedious, and their Uncle was losing patience as well. At some point he started making the decisions where they stopped at, much to the annoyance of Daphnes.

With her brother in a sour mood Tetra would ride ahead with her small group of guards just to get a breath of fresh air from the army they had. It was these morning rides that she enjoyed, when the breeze was chilled and the sun warm.

They had reached the province of Termina far behind schedule and stayed briefly with the Grand Lord that oversaw this Province. He wasn't happy though, because how far they were behind schedule he couldn't attend the largest celebration of the Festival of Time in Clock Town, but he kept the pleasantries up despite his annoyance.

The Royal contingent departed without the company of the Grand Lord the next day to continue out towards Clock Town where they would meet with a number of prominent families and maybe meet up with their cousin as well.

Tetra began each morning similarly, her army of maidens would enter her tent and pick out beautiful dresses of purple and white silk, then she would order them to bring her riding clothes. She would slip into the pants with leather lining, a white long-sleeved blouse and green riding jacket over it. Her maids, as they did every morning, would complain that she looked like a barbarian when she wore that and how mad her Uncle would be if he saw her like that.

But like every morning she would ignore their words and then ride off with speed, not many of her maidens could keep up with her, just two of the girls could ride as good as she and even then had difficulty keeping track. Four knights followed behind – one was a particularly handsome man with long blonde hair and deep brown eyes, a pointed nose and a strong jaw. He was young, early twenties and had pledged from an old family that lived in the capital, House of Raven. Tetra had grown very fond of him.

The other knights were far less handsome, older men (albeit, experienced) who looked far too gruff to fulfill the childish fantasy of the valiant knight. She couldn't even remember what houses they were from, but one of the men she thought might have been from House of the Raven as well (the older, less attractive brother no doubt). Each of them kept a close distance to the Princess, and armed with a spear and sword any traveler that got near them would quickly change course. No armor though, the knights would wear tunics with the colors of their houses they represented, much to the surprise of many knights were only armored if they expected combat.

They stopped as the helm of the forest with a river that ran into it. Tetra was laughing as the guards lagged her trail, rearing her horse around to face them. "I believe I almost lost you back there." She said, mostly to her handsome guardian.

"That you did, Princess," he replied with a charming smile, the other knights had an annoyed look on their face that told they were much less amused by her games.

"Well, shall we go further?" Tetra jutted her head towards the forest pathway and the worried look on the knight's faces told her that was not going to happen.

"Princess…" One of the older knights began, "We have put a lot of distance between the main host. We should wait for them to catch up, otherwise we will worry the group."

"Ah, such an old man to say that!" She said with no respect towards the man and his honor, "We will ride further."

"Princess, if I may," Raven began, "Now shall be a good time to rest. The pathway in the forest is narrow and it will slow our host down. We should enjoy this sun before we're under the canopy of leaves for long periods of time. We can get some breakfast going and perhaps you can sing whilst I play the flute once more?"

Her pale white cheeks gave off a blush that flushed her face. He was a magnificent player and together they would make the most beautiful music. All of her maids were stifling childish giggles as to halt themselves from showing Tetra's obvious affection for the young knight.

"Sir Raven you should be a diplomat with that silver tongue of yours. You convinced me, we shall rest."

In hardly any time did the knights dismount and prepare a small camp fire. They had a basket of fruit and one of the knights caught some fish in the nearby stream very easily. As the fish cooked Raven had brought out his flute and began a soft melody that carried over the breeze like a wave, complimented by the rustling trees and chirping birds.

"The cold fist of gold,

A man naught of soul,

Strolled to the pearl river,"

Tetra began the haunting melody.

"Land naught of soul,

People naught of gold,

Drowned in the pearl river,"

The song was an old one, telling of a human king that ruled his small kingdom by the river. The King began to fear his neighbors and pressed heavy taxes upon the people, the farms under produced and through a combination of unusual weather the land was struck with famine – but the King continued his search for gold. When the King's man entered a village to retrieve their tax from a rebellious hamlet they led the men and boys down to the river and, upon the King's explicit orders, drowned them.

Tetra loved the melody, it was haunting and full of emotion and it went well with the soft flute Sir Raven would play.

"I have never heard a more beautiful rendition of that song before," Raven said after she had finished. Tetra hid her blush and took a piece of fruit.

"Obviously, sir, you have not seen much theater." There was a chorus of laughter from her group, amused by the Princess's sharp wit.

"That was very sweet sounding," a sudden voice spoke. It was unusual and Tetra – nor her knights and maidens – had spoken it. It brought the knights to their feet, seizing their weapons and turning towards where the voice had come from.

It was a man, who had seemly just emerged from the tree line, with a pudgy stomach, stained white shirt, plain pants and head that had but small patches of hair on it. His smile was crooked, and his eyes, which were fixated on Tetra, gave an almost simple to look to him.

"No further," The Knight said gruffy, "We are knights of Hyrule, you shall be moving along immediately."

The man didn't even look at the knights, he just raised his hand to his head and scratched what was left of his hair. "Would you sing again?"

Tetra felt deeply uncomfortable by the way he stared at her, and was relieved when Sir Raven put himself between them and drew his blade out. "Say another word and lose your tongue, peasant."

"I bet ya you'll sing when you see this." Tetra drew her gaze away as to not see what the man spoke of, but it was enough to enrage her protector.

"Insolent!" Tetra's handsome knight roared as he moved towards the man. But before he could reach the man to defend her honor, a sudden silver flash flew by her and before she could see what it was the pained roar from Raven rang loudly. An arrow had found its place deep in his side and had caused him to fall to his knee. The pudgy man had drawn a nasty looking knife and burst through the brush towards Raven while several other arrows flew towards the other knights.

"Move, move!" Words rang as people moved from the edge of the forest. Two of her knights charged towards the bowmen before being confronted by a number of men who came from the tree line. One of Tetra's maidens had fallen to the ground, screaming from an arrow that had found its way into her chest while another was simply crying in fear.

Tetra dropped down to her friend who had been struck by an arrow, "It's not bad, it's not!" Tetra said as she cupped the girl's hand in her own. The sounds of death was another sing poets could never really capture, they speak of the screams and the blood but none she had read wrote about what it was like to hear the final breath they would take – like they were trying to gasp for another, but their body would die in the middle of it.

Her friend's grip lessoned and her life was gone. Tetra cried out as more died around her, too frightened to look over her shoulder to see what was going on she buried her face in the blood-stained dress that her friend had worn.

Suddenly a hand seized her shoulder, she screamed in pure fear.

"Princess!" Came the voice of Sir Raven, he had been wounded from the arrow but his sword was steeped in blood, no doubt having taken the life of the man. "We have to move, now!" He gestured over to the hill where more bandits were crossing from, the only open pathway was the one into the forest.

"But-" She started, looking over to try and find the other knights but it was difficult to tell who was alive still.

"Now!"

Sir Raven moved quickly for someone who had been shot by an arrow as they followed the path that hugged the stream. It was the route away from chaos, with the sounds of fighting in the background diminishing the further they went.

They came to an opening where the river widened towards a waterfall that funneled the water downhill and through the vast forest, "Sir, what do we do?" Tetra asked as the knight braced himself against a tree, holding a hand to his side where the arrow protruded out of.

"We will keep moving, keep low and hidden. The main forces will arrive soon to drive these bandits away." Raven said between breaths, "I… I need water…"

Tetra took his hand and let him lean upon her as they made their way to the edge of the river, he fell to his knees and cupped water in his hands. His hands shook terribly and the water he cupped in his hand was red with blood, so Tetra took water within her own hands and let the wounded knight drink from it.

"Can you move?"

"Yes, yes… until my last breath." Crackling laughter broke the small moment of peace. Tetra turned around to see several men emerge from the trees on all side, cornering them with the river to their backs. There was little doubt in Tetra's mind they had walked right into their hands now.

"Princess, across the river, go!" He pushed her along and she ran, hoping the water would not be too bad. It was a small river, never rising much beyond her knees, yet the pushing of the water made it extremely difficult for her to move quickly.

"Go!" Sir Raven shouted, close behind, "Go-" His voice was caught off when an arrow pierced his shoulder from behind, the force of it pushing him down into the river.

"No!" Tetra shouted, tears building in her eyes. Her knight had not fallen yet, he leaned upon his sword and faced the bandits who began to slowly move towards them, laughing as they went.

"A Princess, fist of gold!" One of the men shouted out with laughter.

"Heart full of soul!" Another one called, mocking the song she had just song.

"Strolled into the pearl river." They approached the knight who had gotten to his feet now, one made a movement towards his side hoping to catch him off guard.

"Your left!" Tetra shouted and Sir Raven turned with a quickness, bringing his sword around and cutting into the side of the man. It was deep, but would have been far deeper had he the strength, the bandit cried out and the others took this moment to seize him by the arms. He struggled valiantly, but the knights head was pushed below the water.

"And now they drowned in the pearl river!" They were laughing, laughing like maniacs as they drowned her knight. His life and honor meant little to them as he kicked and struggled. Tetra moved to help him but other bandits put themselves between them, knife drawn and motioning for her to come closer.

"Come here, girl!" One of the men said with a crooked smile.

"No further, no further!" She screamed, "Do you know who I am?" She threatened, her heart racing as they came closer.

"Halt!" A voice shouted over the laughter, quickly quieting the men. They even stopped drowning the knight, letting him up to breath. The voice who gave the order came from a man on horseback, he was different from them, neatly dressed in a soft blue and white tunic, with long brown hair and dark eyes, the man was well groomed and seemed of higher class.

He dismounted his horse, slipping off his leather riding gloves before stepping to the edge of the river. "And what did you intend to do to her?" He demanded towards the men. "Unharmed… UNHARMED, we said!"

"We weren't goin' do nothin' permanent or nothin'," one of the men to his left grumbled, the well-dressed man turned quickly and slapped the man – hard. A man twice his size took the slap like a child, backing down and not saying another word.

"You act little better than Gerudo." He moaned glancing down to the river as if to think if it was worth stepping into. He took the step, wading into the water and coming towards them.

"Sir," Tetra began, "Sir, I am Princess Tetra of House Bosphoramus. I have an ARMY that will be here soon, so-"

"I know who you are, child." He said simply, "I remember when you were born, too. But you are right, you have an army close, which is why time is not something I have right now…"

He reached his hand out to her, "Now come."

"Princess, don't!" Her knight called, the man made a glance towards him with a bored eye.

"You may finish him." With that the men plunged him back below the water.

"Stop, please stop!" Tetra shouted, the thought of watching her poor knight brutally murdered was far too much, "I will come with you, just let him live!"

The man made a subtle look towards him and then back at the Princess, "Dear Princess, you will be coming no matter what."

She was helpless to save him, Sir Raven kicked and struggled until he body became limp and lifeless. Tetra wept as they let his body go, the water carried it right by her before sweeping it over the waterfall. The man was stepping towards her now, arm extended. She stepped back towards the water fall, finding her footing at the edge of a rock that sat close to the edge.

"Now, now, no further." The man cautioned, "That is not a drop you will survive. Come with me and you will be unharmed, that I promise."

Tetra looked down into the water below, her heart was racing and fear deepened through her every bone. She did not want to die, nor did she want to be in the hands of these murderers. Her legs were shaking and her body felt helpless to what was happening around her, "Come." He said once more, placing one leg on the rock she stood. He was close enough to her that he could potentially reach her now.

She did not look down once again, she kept her eyes fixed on the man as she spoke."Long live Hyrule."

She took a step back and watched as the man made a move to grab her, but she fell back off the waterfall and into the cold water. She did not scream nor make any sort of last minute prayer, Tetra simply closed her eyes and awaited the impact…

I know, I'm no song writer but I gave it a shot haha, apologies on that. But anyway that wraps up part one now, it's a deep, dark story and I've enjoyed my time writing it so far, hope you guys have enjoyed it as well. Thanks!