A/N: Now we're gettin' to the original stuff! This was actually the first part of the story I ever wrote down, back when Hero was just a gender bent TP sequel in my brain (it's come a long way since then, let me tell you). All that aside, I've always been proud of our heroine's humble (:P) beginnings, so here it is! LoZ belongs to Nintendo of course. P.S. What I'd give to make my own animated series! If you're curious, at this point is where I'd cue the title credits to the tune of a vocal cover of "Through the Sea of Time" That's just for the prologue though. :D
II
The stars shined quietly in the sky, pitch darkness surrounding them. Suddenly, so quick no one but the stars could have noticed, the darkness lit up with a burst of bright green light. From the now shining horizon shot out a bright shooting star, emitting radiance the shade of green grass. In the middle of this star was a magnificent golden form, and as the star traveled across the darkness, the bright horizon dying down behind her, the golden thing began to take on a new shape. Its beautiful form shrank and curled upon itself, its features softened, the gold melted away from her skin.
The star continued on its path, but soon the darkness ended, and it was now shooting through clouds, across a dark blue sky, the stars still watching, holding their breath. The green star shot over mountains, oceans, lakes, even a monumentous castle came into view, its towers spiraling up into the sky itself. The star passed over this castle, not even noticing the young boy standing on one of its balconies, looking up in awe at the bright spectacle. The boy gasped as he watched the star continue on its path, but it did not disappear into the sky. Instead, it lowered more and more along the horizon, and the boy could see in the distance, past the mountains, a bright flash, as if the star and tumbled into the earth itself.
The boy's imagination lit up with the possibilities of what the star might be, and he knew in his heart what it truly was. But the memory would be tucked away in his mind, and the boy would not think of the star again for many, many years to come. The last he thought of it was a dream he was to have that night, from which he knew that one day the goddess that fell from the sky would play a very large part in his life.
As the sun began to rise, its bright orange radiance shimmered through the trees. One might think the movement of the branches is what created the twisting and turning shadows, but this morning all the leaves were completely still. No, it is not the trees nor the wind, as the average onlooker might think, for few humans realize that the hour of Twilight is when the shadows come out to play.
But today the shadows are in an excited flurry, as a strange creature has entered their domain. The shadow beings twist and dance around the small thing, none daring to go near it, timid as they were. All this time, sitting among the grass, was a tiny baby girl. The baby's skin was bright pink and healthy, her stubby fingers grasping the blanket that covered her. Her hair was especially long for a child so young, with wispy blonde curls. But most intriguing was the single curl on her forehead, which was as green as the leaves on the summer trees themselves. The baby girl's face was contorted in a desperate plea, as her little voice cried out and screamed, tears running down her face. She was all alone in such a strange place. She did not know why she was there, or who had left her there? Where was her mother? Why was she so alone, surrounded only by the fearful shadows among the trees? She was just a child, and did not know. All she wanted was for someone, anyone, to pick her up, to soothe her, and tell her everything would be all right.
For a long time, the shadows looked on as the baby cried ceaselessly. Just as dawn was ending, and the shadows would have to return to their world, one more joined the fray. This shadow did not cling to the trees; instead, its form rose from the earth itself and took shape. The other shadows looked on in curiosity, and then quickly bowed away in respect for their Queen. The baby's cries quieted to a sniffle when the shadow loomed over her, and while it was difficult to see, she could make out the face of a woman, with warm red eyes and orange hair, a intricate brooch adorning her forward, covered by a black cloak. The Shadow Queen knelt down and wrapped her long, pale-skinned arms around the baby, and lifted her to her shoulder, stroking the small child's head. Her purple lips shaped into a smile, as the baby's sniffles turned to hiccups. She soothed the child, and hummed to her with a voice that truly sounded of another world.
"Now, now, little one," the Queen spoke softly. "Everything's going to be alright."
