An ocarina sounds out in the distance, singing a beautiful remedy from old friends. "Hey!"
"Do you always say 'hey'?"
"…Hey!"
"Okaaaaaaaaay." A flurry of wind rips through his hair, wafting Navi a few feet back.
"Hey!"
Link mutters to himself. "Maybe that's like… a fasion statement or something… I should try it, hey! …Hey!" he laughs and shouts once more to the heavens. "Hey!"
From all around, a clattering of hooves secludes him into a ring. To his face is held a blazing torch, sputtering ashes and sparks. "Hey! Who are you? And what did I do?" Unconsciously, his hand reaches back to whip out the gleaming sword that he found naught but two nights ago. "Dammit." The smoke becomes a thick shroud, and his vision is blurred to a high intensity. All that could be seen was a long, sharp nose.
Her eyes crack open to the sound of horns on the horizon. Only a crescent of light can be seen from out the slightly tinted window of her quarters. Sun had only begun to peep into the sky, and she was horribly terrified. She was a seer of Hyrule, and a princess in addition. Her dreams were legend, that nearly every one came true. But, that was only half of the story. Her eyes were burnt as an infant, by Ganondorf. He intended to curse her, and that he did, but it revealed to her all that he planned for. Every night, she recalls the brutal scene. Every night she lives through the horrors once more. And every night she sees him, holding her to the flame, hot blood running down her scorched face. Her mother's screams emitting from the corner. My baby! No, my baby! NO! One of his soldiers tearing at her hair, and another one beating her. Until… the worst part… it scalped her with his jagged knife. Pealing away at her skin, revealing a once crisp white skull that becomes engulfed in blood and fire.
She grasps a stone she had been saving beneath her mattress and flings it at the glass windowpane. A loud crash rings out, as she pulls on a pair of tight leggings and a patterned tunic and carefully wraps a cloth around her blond head. Soldiers are sure to be coming by now. Only a few feet higher up than her five foot nine figure could reach (from the ground that is) she jumps from the opening and throws her self at the reins of Tadaki, her beautiful raven black stallion. To herself, she whispers "I am not Zelda, flame seer, princess of Hyrule. My name is Sheik."