A/N- Thanks for the review, The-Saiyan-From-Hyrule. And yes, I think that I have interesting OC's, too. 8D In the beginning of this, it has a little thing about Super Mario. I'm a little obsessive about that right now...

Disclaimer- I don't own Zelda

Malina opened her eyes, sweating. She had a bad dream. It was about these two men in strange outfits, a dragon-thing, and a pretty princess. They were all speaking some strange language... actually, they were singing. Malina shuddered and drew her knees up to her chin and tried to bring her mind away from the dream.

That was when she noticed it. She was in a room of sorts. The bed was lumpy and old. The only light in the room was a small candle. It was wood paneled and smelled slightly musty. Malina absolutely loved this room.

She put her feet on the cold floor and sighed, remembering the situation that she was in. The young girl felt unprepared for any, and she meant any, challenges that happened to be before her. Even so, Malina began preparing herself for the day. Which meant pulling her hair up in the ponytail that she usually had it in.

Malina wondered who put her to bed and put her hair down. She sighed and shrugged, guessing that it was unimportant. Malina began walking downstairs, her delicate feet now in soft, leather boots. She smiled and touched the banister lightly, feeling more like a princess then than she had any other time in her life. It was a wonderful feeling.

"Ah." Yuumei murmured upon seeing Malina. The girl's grace is like a swan. Not to mention her skin looked like it had never seen a day's work. The woman thought to herself. Is it possible that this girl is a noble, escaped from Vaati's grasp?

"Morning. Sort of." Malina said and glanced around. "Where's everybody else? There were so many other people here yesterday... or today." Yuumei smiled and pulled herself out of her thoughts, brushing her doubts away.

"They don't live here. In fact, only one of them lives even close to here. The one that's only a little bit older than you." Malina's mind traced back to last night, and tried to remember their faces. However, no matter how hard she tried, Malina just couldn't remember.

"They ought to be back here in an hour or so. I have a terrible memory, so I suppose that it would be best if Marit told you what was going on and not have me do it." Yuumei grabbed one of the chairs and sat down on it. She then patted the one next to it, indicating that Malina should sit on it, which she did.

Yuumei brought out a little figure made from wood and a small knife. She began to cut away little slivers of the wood. The first time Malina had seen it was the first time that they had met. She had picked up a piece of wood and later began doing this.

Malina closed her eyes and began thinking. She had to decide whether she would stay with these people, or go to find out more about her family.

Family... it was a word that was strange and slightly foreign to the young Princess. For most of her life, she had not thought about it. But all of the sudden, it seemed to be important. Just as important as stopping Vaati from whatever he was planning on doing.

The girl was pulled from her thoughts as a large boom was heard from outside. Yuumei stood up quickly, her eyes deadly. "Malina, stay in here. I have a bad feeling about this." Yuumei said and left.

Most people would go out and try to help. Some people would stay back and watch. And there are those very few people that would just stand there and do as they were told. In case you were wondering, Malina was none of the above. She, instead, began singing softly to herself, hoping that she wasn't going to die.

"They say that change is

A fundamental part of the human heart"

"But darling, your soul

It will continue to shine so kindly

Because I love you

You don't ever have to worry

My darling, stay gold"

"Please keep smiling with innocence

Everyday..."

Malina blinked in shock as she saw a light in her hands. It produced a slight wind, causing her hair to wave around frantically. Around her, shadows fled from the bright light. Malina blinked, her crystal eyes changing.

In Hyrule, there is a sign of those that can use magic. Usually, they have violet eyes. Ganondorf was an exception because he was not born with magic; he had to steal the power that he had. Princess Zelda can be an example. She had bright violet eyes.

When someone gains their magic, such as Malina just did, their eyes change colors. The light that she had held in her hands zoomed into Malina, right into her heart. She girl knelt down, closing her eyes tightly. Gaining your magic can be a painful experience, and it turned out to be that way for the young girl.

Some people gain their magic randomly, while others need it. Some gain it because have magic in their blood, and there are some that can sing it. Magic can be created through the arts of music. The two are forever intertwined, like destiny.

Malina opened her eyes slowly, wincing. She glanced down at her hands. They seemed to be the same, and at the same time... different. The girl felt an indescribable surge of power. Power that she had no clue what to do with or how to use. Powerful, and yet helpless.

Glass shattered behind Malina and she glanced back. A creature was coming in. It looked like a shadow... it looked like Impa's shadow. Malina had a bad feeling about that.

A/N- Sorry for the slightly short chapter, but I didn't want to go any farther than that. Please, R&R.