A/N: Dun dun dun duuuunnnnn! The official first chapter. If all goes right, every chapter from here on will be either completely or almost totally written in first point perspective, with few exceptions.

Albion rode quickly down the path like Zelda instructed. I panicked at the sight of the skeletal dogs surfacing from the cobblestone path, but kept riding no less. I had just made it to the pass when two buzzards came down and started to swoop down. In a frenzy, Albion panicked, rearing up and turning straight around, heading for a different direction entirely. I was shocked. He led us to a different pass, with a strange railing like carving in the side, all the way through the pass and to a rundown wooden bridge. This couldn't be the one Zelda was talking about. Alas, it wasn't, as it lead to a vast field, much bigger than the last. And to make matters worse, here was a band of thief bokoblins on their abhorrent boars coming to me with arrows aflame and clubs ready. Adrenaline kicked in and I kicked Albion in the sides to make him run. And run he did, past the band and towards the center of the field.

Dammit, I cursed in my head. Not only did I not know where to go, but I had pursuers. The ugly green creatures grunted and sounded battle cries from behind me. The heat of one arrow grazed my right tricep. Up ahead I saw a large rock formation and decided it'd be safe to head there. I directed Albion where I wanted him to go with the reins. He obeyed, running straight for the rocks. Unfortunately, the bandits were right behind me and closing in and Albion was getting tired. The bandits caught up, the ones with clubs laughed darkly, swinging them at me. A few of them missed, but one in particular connected with my stomach. If it weren't for my hold on Albion's reins, I would've fallen off. Another scratched my left forearm. I hissed at that one, kicking Albion again to see if he could go faster.

Sensing my urgency, he picked up the pace, running like mad. We were almost to the rocks when those damned buzzards came back. One swooped down hitting me just above the head, making Albion panic and veer off track again. If it hadn't been for me forcefully grabbing the reins and ripping them back, we would have fallen off the cliff. Another attempt to dive-bomb us was enough to make Albion pick back up, heading towards the rocks again, like I planned. Fortunately enough, once we got across the rocks, the bandits stopped following us. It was the buzzards that were still a problem though. They kept attacking me, their beaks pecking and slashing at my exposed skin and making gaping holes in one of my favorite dresses, which vexed me to no end. Albion kept going amazingly enough, going through the pass in the rocks, and eventually not only losing the buzzards, but also coming into a town.

I let out a sigh of relief. The sun was barely even risen, a line of light appearing on the horizon, turning the formerly navy sky to a dark periwinkle color. I looked down at myself, seeing trails of blood, scratches, and tears in my skirt. Adrenaline was fading and the pain was starting to set in. Albion walked further into the town until we saw a large spring. Albion walked eagerly towards it. I laughed and jumped off. Probably not the smartest thing, considering how I landed. My knee buckled under my and I fell to my knees, scraping them as well. I cursed in my head. Nearby was a peculiar looking building. I gathered myself up and limped over to the large door and knocked. It wasn't long before a very tall man with long dreadlocks and a VERY pronounced set of lips and robes answered the door. He looked down at me and his face showed worry.

"What happened?" He asked, grabbing me by the shoulders as my knee caved out from under me again.

"I was attacked. Bokoblins and buzzards are beginning to become a nuisance aren't they?" I inquired. I've barely been outside the palace but I had heard about them. I just didn't know they were as bad as that.

"Indeed they are. Come. Sit down in the spring. It'll heal your wounds."

I looked at him, puzzled. How could this water heal? But I wasn't the shaman, he was. He smiled kindly to me, leading my limping self over to the spring where Albion was drinking happily. I did as told and sat down in the shallow water, ignoring my dress for now. He was right. As soon as the water hit my skin, I felt it tingle and a warm, comforting sensation came over me. The wounds I had received began to hum and close, a small amount of light coming from them before completely disappeared. Unbelievable.

I'd never witnessed anything like this. Healing water. People would love to have this. Think of all the lives that would be saved if we bottled it and gave it to the people who needed it? But I couldn't think of that now. I needed to find this Renado, whoever he was.

"Thank you sir." I said breathlessly. He nodded, still lightly smiling.

"You're welcome." He replied nicely.

"Excuse me, but do you happen to know where a Renado is? Or is this Kakariko Village?" I asked curiously, looking up at him. He smiled and nodded his head, humming.

"This is Kakariko Village, and I am Renado, the shaman. Why do you ask?"

I hesitated, opting to tell him some of the truth but not all of it. If he hasn't alluded to any indication of knowing me then it's likely he has no idea and I'd prefer to keep it that way.

"My sister told me to come here. She…thought it'd be safer if I came here instead of staying where we were." He looked at me sympathetically.

"I'm sorry. Where were you living before?"

"Castle Town."

"Oh. Bad family?"

"Erm, something like that I guess."

"Well, please accept my condolences." I nodded, smiling lightly. This guy was so nice. "Would you like some place to stay?" I nodded furiously after hearing that. He smiled, nodding and motioning for me to stand up. I got up hastily and followed him down the dirt trail to a run-down looking house nearby. There was a railing in front and the door was metal. He opened the door, and led me inside. There were-it looked like three-beds that were covered in debris and the floor was covered in broken glass. There was a small table near one of the beds and a crate by another. The sink was small, but still a sink. And above it was a small shelf. The two armoires has some broken handles and the shine was coming off the wood from dust and age. The cabinet doors were coming off and there was a dusty odor to the room. This place was a mess!

"Um…" I started in a shaky voice, not sure where to start. This was nothing like I was used to. He laughed at my reaction and faced me once more.

"I understand it's a mess, but it's vacant, and it'll have to do. I'll clean this a little while you go talk to my daughter Luda about your clothes. She'll get you some new ones. She's nearby. You'll recognize her immediately. She has short black hair and the softest brown eyes." He spoke with pride for his kin. It made me smile. I nodded and did as he told, going to go find her. I did eventually, chasing a cuckoo. This made me laugh. She looked up at me with curious eyes.

"Who are you?" She asked, walking up to me, tilting her head to the side in a curious manner. I smiled softly and with a bit of pride introduced myself.

"My name is Fila. You must be Luda, am I correct?" I asked. When she nodded, I beamed. "Excellent. Your father told me to find you. He said you could help me get into better clothes, seeing as mine was savagely torn on the way over here. I apologize. I must look like a monster in this getup." I curtsied slightly in a show of respect. She smiled calmly up to me.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, ma'am. I can help you, in fact. This way." She took me by the hand and led me to a nearby building and went to the back, looking in one of the wooden crates. She pulled from it a long, white, dress, the sleeves short, and would probably reach just past my shoulders, with a sheer, see-through material flowing and would most likely stop at my wrists. The skirt was beautiful, flowing, one side shorter than the other, but still elegant, made to look that way. It had no embellishes, no jewels, nothing flashy. Just white cotton and what looked to be chiffon. I smiled and took it from her gratefully. She also handed me a pair of satin white slippers. I was about to change when Luda stopped me.

"I hate to be rude, but you should bathe before putting that on. You look like you've been through a lot. You're caked in dust and dried blood." I looked down at myself and cringed. She was right. I wasn't kidding earlier. I did look like a monster. I nodded, asking her where I could wash. She said there was a refreshing hot spring at the top of the hotel, overlooking the village. I nodded and hummed, letting her lead me there, carrying the dress and slippers in my arms. Once there, I let out a sigh of relief. It looked so inviting.

"Thank you." I thanked her, giving my clothes to her, looking down at my dress. I didn't want to bring the entire thing with me but I certainly didn't want to strip completely. The thought alone made my face flare up, red as a rose. I looked to her pleadingly, who just went to a nearby rock, picked up a sharp looking one and handed it to me. Getting what she was implying, I smiled, taking the hem of my dress, taking a deep breath, and cutting off my dress up to above my knees. I nearly sobbed. That was one of my favorite dresses. I threw the unneeded rags in a random direction and stepped into the water. My muscles immediately relaxed and I felt relief come over me. The dried blood and dirt washed away in seconds but I didn't want to leave immediately, and finally got out a good twenty minutes later. I was grateful to Luda. She was horribly patient for someone who looked to be about only twelve or thirteen. She smiled at me and handed me my new dress, which I changed into hurriedly and discarded my old one. She took the soaked ruined one and led me down the hill.

"You feel better?" She asked me with a hint of humor to her voice.

"Much. Thank you." I said again.

"You're welcome. I hope you're happy while you're here. How long are you staying?" I flinched at that question.

"As long as I need to, Luda." I replied simply. She seemed to be somewhat satisfied with my answer, because she nodded and didn't press the matter any further. The sun had fully risen by now but I couldn't shake this incredibly dark feeling. If Zelda was right, which she always is. Not almost always, always; then something was coming, and it was something that wasn't pretty.

I walked slowly over to the spring where Albion was sipping happily at water, his wounds completely gone. I smiled and went over and pet him affectionately on the muzzle. He responded by blowing softly at me, his eyes shining.

"How are you feeling, boy?" I asked. He shook his head proudly, making me laugh in return. "Good boy. I'm going to see Renado again. Would you like to come with me?" I always talked to Albion like he were human. He liked it and it made me feel like I wasn't talking to a horse, but rather, family, which he most definitely was. He shook his head up and down as if to agree with me and walked with me to the house I'd be staying in from now on. I knocked on the door and went inside, pleased to see that the beds were cleared and there were fresh sheets and a very warm looking blue comforter and soft looking pillows. The floor had been swept of the glass and the cabinets were in much better condition. Renado looked up at me and smiled warmly.

"This'll have to do for now. I'm sorry I couldn't do more."

"Oh no, this is amazing. You didn't have to put this much work into it. Thank you." I said with the utmost gratitude. He nodded and left me alone to get myself comfortable. First, I walked out to Albion, who was still waiting for me patiently. I looked up at him, pet his straw-like brown mane and told him to do what he wanted to do as long as he didn't leave the village. He breathed out of his nose softly and went off to do whatever it is he wanted. I smiled and went back inside, kicking off my slippers and laying down on my bed. I was so tired I passed out seconds after my head hit the pillow.

A/N: Link will be in the next chapter, I promise my heart off. Promise promise promise.