Hello, friends!

Wow. I have never updated this fast in my life! I just posted Chapter 3 last night. I wrote an entire chapter in a couple of hours. I'm truly proud of myself.

But thats enough of that.

Chapter 4 is up! Theres some interesting stuff in this chapter... more action than in the other 3 chapters I've already posted. I think you'll like this one.

Well, I'm going to post this and then I have to go finish my homework. :/ I thought I finished it, but I think I forgot something. I just have that feeling.

***Read the authors note at the bottom, its important!***

ENJOY, R&R


Recap: But what stood in front of me was not something I saw everyday.


It was a horse.

A beautiful, white mare.

She looked nothing like Allegra- Allegra was a normal, brown farm-horse. But no. This mare in front of me was nothing like that.

Near the edge of the large clearing was a large maple tree, whose branches hung in a beautiful arch. The leaves were bright green since it was spring time, and lush green grass covered the whole clearing. Beyond the clearing was a large forest, which I had never gone in before. My grandfather had warned me not to.

The horse stood under this maple tree, grazing and flicking its tail every so often. I had never seen anything so beautiful in my life.

Her coat was a beautiful white color, pure white. Her mane was also whitish, with tinges of silver and gray. It was ever so silky, and hung down in elegant wisps. It was rather long as well, at least five inches long. Her tail was also beautiful, the same color as her mane and just as elegant. It was high-set and gorgeous. Her legs were long, yet graceful. They had no markings on them, but from what I could see, they were rather strong as well. Her head was refined, with large eyes and a small muzzle. The muzzle was black. Her neck was arched and long, yet graceful. Her hindquarters were the perfect size, yet I could easily see that they were strong. There was no doubt about it, this mare was strong but beautiful.

In fact, she reminded me of a breed my grandfather would tell me about. I believe it was called an Arabian. I could see this horse fit every single description my grandfather had given me. I deduced it was an Arabian. A rather good-looking one as well.

Believe it or not, I am rather familiar with horses. My father never let me ride Allegra, but I had gone over to my friend Malon's house quite a bit and ridden her horse, Storm. I had learned the basics, even jumped Storm a little bit, before my father had found out what I was doing and banned me from riding ever again. Even before that, my grandfather would tell me all about the horses he used to have as a child on his parents' farm. So, as you could see, I'm not too dumb around them.

But all I could do now was stare dumbstruck. I honestly had never seen such a beautiful creature.

Suddenly, the horse's head snapped up. She had heard the sound of a squirrel scampering in the bushes.

Her large, brown eyes met with mine. I stiffened, trying to stay as still as possible. She snorted, and swished her tail.

I tried a step closer, and she stomped her hoof on the ground.

I began to speak in a soothing voice. "I won't hurt you girl, you pretty girl, I promise..." I cooed. Her ears pricked forwards.

Suddenly, a loud noise sounded in the distance, probably the 8 o'clock bell.

The mare hightailed it out of here- literally. She whirled around and galloped out of the clearing, tail raised high, and into the woods beyond, and I could see the last flash of her white tail as she disappeared out of sight.

I stared at the spot where she was a few moments ago. It had all happened so fast, I wasn't even sure if it had happened or not.

But when I walked forward and stood at the spot where she had been before, I saw the hoof prints leading to the woods. It really had happened.

Feeling slightly aggravated because the mare had run off, I turned and headed back towards the gate of the spring to seek the company of the fairies.

(Time Skip)

I lay in the shallow, but warm and sparkling blue water, with my eyes closed, listening to the very quiet and rare chimes that the fairies made.

I imagined the white Arab mare again, picturing her in my mind and how stunningly beautiful she had looked under the maple tree. I smiled.

I wonder why she had even been there in the first place. How could a person let such a beautiful creature free, or leave it to wander the woods on its own? Where was it from? And where did it go when it ran off?


"Mother, I'm home!" I called, as I entered the house for lunch. My head still hurt from thinking about todays events.

I saw my mom poke her head out of the kitchen. She was wearing her red checkered apron, which she always wore when she was cooking.

I took off my boots, placed them to the side, and walked into the kitchen.

"I'm making soup, Zellie, dear. How was your day?" I wasn't going to tell her about the mare. I still felt like I had hallucinated everything, including seeing the hoof prints. Instead I went for a, "Fine."

She nodded her head and went back to work chopping some Hylian cabbages she had bought from the market this morning.

I sat on a stool at the counter, watching her knife chop it neatly. My eyebrows furrowed up as I thought about the mare again. I guess my mom noticed, because she ruffled my hair a bit and asked, "Is anything on your mind?" I shook my head no.

"Well, Zelda, I might as well put something on it."

I cocked my head to the side, and I leaned my head against my hand, putting my elbow on the counter.

"Theres a village celebration this week."

My eyes widened and I fell off the stool, groaning. "Zelda Harkinian! You get up this instant!"

I did.

"That was very unladylike!" I rolled my eyes.

"That too, missy!"

I sighed, sitting back up on the stool.

"Now, honey, I know you hate those celebrations."

I did. There was a celebration about every couple months. We didn't celebrate anything specific, really. Each celebration was the same, though. I would be forced into a fancy dress, screaming and kicking out everybody. Then my mother would take me to the celebration, where all the village boys would first stare and ogle at me, and then they would try and 'flirt' with me. Then I would get angry, and try to go home, but my father would angrily hold me back and let the boys look at me.

Honestly, I feel like an item at those celebrations. And I wasn't even that pretty.

"But you know your father, he wants you to go to them so you can meet new boys." I groaned. She returned to chopping the cabbage. I slumped over the counter, but was instantly told to sit up.

"Right then, where was I? Oh, yes. The celebration this week. Well, you need to wear a dress, obviously. I expect your hair to be done some way, you really need to start showing off sometimes. You've got that gorgeous blond hair on your head and you- Zelda, stop covering your hair- can do so many amazing things with it- I said stop!- if only you tried..." she prattled on, and I zoned out.

I didn't want to go to another party. They were awful, they really were, except for the food. That was the best part. All the villagers put their best recipes to work and brought a dish of it to the party for everyone to try. My mom usually made the best chocolate cakes ev- THWACK!

I yelped, massaging the spot that would surely soon turn into a bump.

"Zelda! Whats with you today?" my mom questioned me. "How many times do I have to tell you to pay attention?!"

My mom began to speak again, and I learned that the party would be held in three days. I also learned that my father had bought a dress from the village he was in. He was going to bring it home tonight when he came back so I could wear it to the party.

My father's idea of pretty was not very pretty at all. I had seen most of the dresses he had pointed out to me. They were all pink with bigger pink flowers or hearts on it or something. Gods, even frill was better than huge pink flowers.

After lunch, I found myself outside again, walking on the streets. My stomach was full of the hearty soup my mom had prepared, and I was not feeling very active. So I had decided to take a little stroll.

I passed the large village market, where little children ran around playing with their dogs and shop owners tried their hardest to sell off some of their items. I saw the fortune teller's tent and the sword dealer.

My grandfather used to be a rather good swordsman. He surely wasn't the best, but he knew how to fight. When my dad wasn't home, my grandfather would take me into the woods and teach me the basics of fencing. He knew how much I wanted to learn.

I became rather skilled with a sword. I think I still am. I practice at least 4 times a week in the woods, with the sword that my grandfather had left me. It was a simple sword, and I often practiced on a tree or a broken down scarecrow that I had found in the woods. I was pretty sure I could beat any boy in my village. If my father let me participate in any competitions, that is. Which, by the way, is highly unlikely.

I turned around and started heading back home, feeling the need to go and sit on the riverbank.

Blackberry River ran alongside the town, and most people could access it by just going behind their house. The Blackberry River ran in the woods too, and it was prettier there than it was in the actual village. However, since my house was on the other side of the river, I couldn't go to the river by going behind my house. I usually went behind Saria's house if I wanted to- she never minded. Either that, or I would go in to the woods. Today, since I didn't feel like walking much, I decided to go for the former.

I continued down the dirt path, when I was suddenly scared beyond my wits.

Two village boys, about the same age as me, had appeared beside me, grinning.

Don't get me wrong; I'm not scared of them. I knew that I could defend myself, and that they would never try and hurt me- who else would they have to stare at?

"Hello, sweets." The brown-haired one said, winking at me. I rolled my eyes and continued on my way.

"So, princess, coming to the celebration?" The blond haired one asked. "Care to show me your dress in advance?"

"Are you going alone?" The first one questioned. "Because if you are, I have an offer that you want be able to refuse..."

I had had enough- I bolted. I bolted right behind Saria's house, and could still hear the brown haired one yelling out, "It involves my bed!" Then they both erupted into fits of laughter, which rung around this part of the village.

I reached the riverbank, shaking my head, annoyed. I pulled off my boots and took off my socks, dunking my feet into the fresh water. The water lapped against my ankles, calming me down a bit.

I know I wasn't the only one those boys tried to hit on. They hit on nearly every girl they saw. But it annoyed the heck out of me. Oh sure, there were some fun boys around here. Not all of them were disgusting and stared at certain parts of me all the time. No, a couple of the village boys liked playing games like tag or hide and seek. But most didn't.

As my headache from the boys relaxed slightly, I lay back in the grass and reflected once more on the mare. Questions floated through my head at lightning speed, but the one that I couldn't help but wonder about a lot more than the rest was, "Would I ever see her again?"


Okay, so not my best work. But still, its a chapter, right?

So, heres the important note. If you didn't notice, I put in a lot of detail about the horse. My horse-crazy side (I'm horse obsessed, literally, I love them so much) kicked in and made it all descriptive, and possibly confusing. If your confused PLEASE look up pictures of "white arabian horses"! You will not be disappointed. They are beautiful.

So, a special thanks to:

Cerberuswolf

iranda20

for reviewing, and to all my other followers and readers and favoriters.

Please keep the reviews coming! The more you review, the more I want to write. So please review!

And tell me what you think about the mare :)

-Emmie