~Mini Prologue~

I take a deep cleansing breath as I draw my silver glass arrow back, the feeling of it in my fingers and the feathers against my cheek the best in the world. The fall night is lit up by the full moon, just enough shining through the trees looming above me for me to see. Then in the blink of an eye I release; the arrow is straight and true to its mark. A short cry echoes into the night before dying away. I am oblivious to the sting on my inner forearm where the string grazed it, all of my senses alert for any sign of 'danger' nearby. Sensing none I walk forward, a new arrow at the ready and my pointed ears pricked. I can see my arrow just ahead, gleaming a bright silver in the moonlight. Only the shadow of the body it is protruding from is evidence of what or whom I have just killed. I glance around again cautiously as I near the motionless body of a Moblin, gripping my arrow tightly before tugging it out of the body with a sickening sound that even I can't begin describe properly. I watch as the blood on the head and shaft of the arrow disappear just as the body does, the Moblin's purple soul disappearing into the crisp night. Shining like new again and glowing brightly with a new white aura, I place the arrow back into the matching quiver with the rest on my back and use the one I already set up on the crystal bow.

My eyes search once again for one of the minions that serve me, my mind absently wondering why I'm still training at this hour of night. My aim is impeccable, and even the Moblin don't need to die right now. I sigh and stride forwards slowly, my silky silver skirt playing at the dirt below my bare feet. I can feel the blessed chill in the air that makes my bare stomach and back prickle, simply the tight, matching top that ran from a white-gold choker around my neck to just below my bust protecting the upper portion of my torso. My long, dangerously straight ginger hair is tied back into a tight ponytail that reaches just past my lower back and tickles the pale skin, my bangs falling into my face with an emerald hanging over my nose from a simple silver ringlet wrapped around my head.

A sinister chuckle cuts through the air, reaching my sensitive Skyloftian ears. They prick by themselves, though I am no longer afraid of this laugh. I've long since gotten used to it during the two years I've lived here. Turning a full three hundred sixty degrees, narrowing my eyes into every direction of the woods, into the shadows around me, I look for the familiar white jumpsuit, red cloak, and pale white skin and hair of my fiancé. Cold, gloved hands wrap around my waist, playing with my silky silver skirt. I smile and lean back into the person. Dark brown eyes meet my own ocean blue ones.

"Are you ready to return to the mansion, Link?"

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Um… let's say this is an insight to later on in this story. For those who are waiting for something with The Love of Two Wolves… *guilty* I have been trying time and time again to write it, starting and restarting it. I'm… not entirely sure I'm going to finish it… quite yet. I'm not feeling that one anymore, I'm afraid.

As for this one, let's put it simply. It IS a gender-bender later on. Shoo if you no likey. Ghira-Link with hinted Groose-Zelda. And for the record, not every chapter will be this short. It's called Mini Prologue for a reason.

R&R please! I eat reviews for breakfast! (Just kidding.) But seriously, reviews good. At the moment, I also accept flames. :D