Oh, dear... It's been a long time, hasn't it, my dear readers! I don't know why you guys are still following this story... It's a mess! Especially the author, who can't get her life together... But, I'm here now, giving these poor characters a much-needed makeover... Especially because of how many ideas I've come up with since I last updated... Before I start the prologue to this (hopefully much better) Redo of Simple Minds, I have to say, go check out lightningflamedragon246's story, Legend of Fairy High, and her other stories, because first, she's AMAZING, and second, this story right here is actually based on a role play her and I do (and is so much ahead of this story, so far I'll never catch up... Seriously I have three chapters done including this one and we haven't even touched the role play yet its still before stuff its crazy geeze) And half of these plotlines that happen weren't even mine, they were hers. (And she doesn't end up creating a bunch of new characters for every new plotline, unlike me... I swear I have at least 50 OC's, and that's 50 more than I need...) Anyway, please go check her out! And what's even more exciting, the story Legend of Fairy High is based on Simple Minds too WHICH MEANS I GET TO READ ABOUT MY LITTLE BABY DARIAN GOING TO HIGH SCHOOL AHHHHHH

If you can't tell Darian's my favorite character My little baby booper bopper Darian ahhhh

Ok ok I'm done freaking out

Also, check out Gold of Termina's story too, he's a pretty cool guy!

I am determined to keep updating this story! Kind of… Remember to thank Spotify they have been my motivation for the past few days yaaay music

Hope you enjoy, and thanks for sticking here for so long! And/or actually caring! I'm so sorry I know this is like the fifth time I stopped writing and then redid everything but this should be the last time I do that to you I just genuinely hate my previous work, and I looked over this stuff much more than I did the last time so it should be better… So sorry for everything I have done to the committed ones! Also, I tried a new way of prologuing this and explaining to lore in a humorous way, and even though the jokes are terrible, they're better than I thought they would be…

Disclaimer for story: I do not own Fairy Tail or Legend of Zelda, and I kinda don't want to, because I would never come up with ideas as great as the two creators of these lovely things. Thank you, Hiro Mashima and Shigeru Miyamoto

And before we start, you may need to know that this story is rated T for cursing, violence, torture later on and depressing moments but that's all in Legend if Zelda and Fairy Tail so I'm pretty sure you guys will be fine but just in case, a civil warning… If enough people ask for a higher rating I'll push it up but for now it'll be T

Shoot this is really long I am so sorry they get shorter and shorter each chapter

I guess it's time I put history in my own words.

The history of what, you ask? Well, of me, I guess. A bit. Oh, I've never been good at stories, and this is the worst introduction I've ever written... Forgive me. Liz should be writing this, but most of this she doesn't know, and for now I'd like to keep it that way. Also, forgive me for any vulgar language. I probably should get started with the actual story... Maybe I should ask Liz about this later? Oh, wait the story! I should've written this instead of recording-WAIT THE STORY

Anyway! Let's start from the beginning. Everyone knows what happened in the legends, there's always the princess, who's in distress, and the bad guy, Ganondork, and of course, the hero dude who marches in and fixes everything just for shit to plummet on Hyrule a century or two later...

The cycle ended with me.

It changed much from the history taught to me. First, Ganondork does not have the Triforce of Power, instead Demise himself took over him and granted him immortality. Which I promise ends up being a huge pain in the ass. The Triforce of Power is instead in the hands of someone we don't know and we really need to find. The Triforce of Wisdom, thankfully, is still with me, the third Princess of Hyrule, Mist, which I guess makes a bit of sense, although my name isn't Zelda this time, and I'm not an only child...

Another thing, the hero isn't here. Or, well, we can't find him. Yet. We'll find him someday. Anyway, mother and father were both alive and happy for a while, but mother died soon because of... Well, we'll get to that. We have to start from the beginning.

My birth was a shock. After the birth of Lily, the first princess of Hyrule, bless with healing powers, but lacking the Triforce on her hand, the kingdom began to become worried. All three of the Triforce holders were missing, and it frightened them. After the birth of Katie, the second princess, the kingdom was no longer just worried, but anxious. Especially since Katie was blessed with immense potential of magic... But no way to use it, for she was unable to cast spells.

Because of this, the birth of me, Mist, the holder of the Triforce of Wisdom, was a miracle. Well, it was, until the King's advisers found out that I was blessed with not just the Triforce piece, but a power they thought no princess should have; extreme fighting capabilities, with magic and brute strength alike. No princess had ever been blessed with fighting powers, so they promptly ignored that and I ended up having a very normal life (for a princess) spending carefree days in the secret garden with my two sisters and my loving mother Eda.

Well, that ended abruptly with a slap in the face called war.

On an ironically sunny day, what seemed like millions of demon troops from Ganondork's side appeared in the horizon, marching toward Hyrule Castle at an alarming rate. The kingdom was shocked beyond belief; they had expected a ruling of peace for this century, so the soldiers were not ready when demons charged past the walls of Castle Town, and relieved when they suddenly vanished after a whole year of harassment on our defenses. Thousands of our soldiers were killed just because of my father's and his advisor's stupidity.

The garden I used to wander as a child was then dedicated to the soldiers who sacrificed their lives, one individual flower for each soldier who fell.

This was the First War, the war I watched from my small window in the hidden room labeled as a maid's closet, my mother and two sisters gazing behind me at the bloodbath we should've named a massacre.

Of course, my father's advisors were frightened. Again. So, they acknowledged the fact that I was blessed with a power that could stop these bloodbaths, and assigned me to train with the pages. Because of my age, I was thrust into the older page's class, with no training whatsoever and wearing a skirt. You could tell from this decision the advisors are idiots.

As the only girl in training, and especially because I was weak, I never really made any, well, friends. It didn't help that I caught up with their 5 years of work in a month. I wouldn't be my friend either, the girl who didn't have to try, so I never really blamed them; but that didn't mean I was thankful for the few friends I made.

Few? I make myself laugh, I only made one friend whilst in the page training. His name was Tamo, with strange white, long hair, and dark gray eyes; In the beginning of my training, he was the one who helped me catch up. He never really talked much, and surprisingly, was never jealous of how fast I caught up, which was a nice change. The only thing that bugged me was that he was extremely formal. It took years for him to stop dropping to his knees when I would walk into the room...

Anyway, two years after the First War, another war broke out. It was very uneventful, ended very quickly, (In only a few days it was over) and soon after, Korrin, the forth child of my father and my new brother, was born, bringing hope once again. All was pretty nice, and by that time I was skilled enough to beat most of the other training boys. By this time, Tamo and I were squires, but we managed to stay in touch while we were apprenticed to Knights.

Then the Third War began, at my age of 19.

The Third War was caused by Queen Eda's death, stabbed in the stomach by the damn demon king himself... In my arms. Very dramatic, isn't it? Feels like it should've been in a fiction novel? Well, sorry to burst your bubble, dear reader, this is fucking history, and as much as I want to say I'm being dramatic, my mother literally died in my arms. Nothing fancy about it, just the cold hard truth.

… Anyway.

I was a complete mess after her death, none of the details I'd like to explain here, and thank the goddesses Tamo was there or else I wouldn't be here to talk about it. Somehow, I was emotionally stable enough to participate in this war, giving me experience I never thought I would need, and memories I would like to forget.

Slowly but surely, life returned to somewhat normal, with the newborn princess Starria paving the way to a new future, and the now 4 year old Korrin pounding the present together.

Oh, did you think the story was over yet? Nah, we still have a few more paragraphs, hold on buddy.

Ok, ok, back to the story; The Fourth War, beginning when I was around 21, a year after the Third War. It began with the six year old boy Korrin being captured, and later killed, like his mother was. This time, I was not just depressed, but furious. I went... A bit crazy, you could say. I would prefer to not go into the specifics, but I will say that the crimson blood staining the ground no longer belonged to just my soldiers.

You could say, after this, life returned to normal. We had a beautiful decade of peace, and my training ended with myself being Knighted, and soon after, Tamo knighted and assigned to my personal guard. I was happy, I guess, but the past refused to be forgotten... And forever, the looming threat of Ganondorf's army finishing the war they started will hang over our heads.

This new story, this new chapter of my life, began with a dream.

Bright green grass, under my fingertips. Blank sky, not a cloud in sight. Not a tree in sight either. Nothing to gaze at, besides the sky and the seemingly too perfect grass I laid on. With nothing else to do, I sat up, my black boots ruffling the grass, the small sound echoing in the silent surrounding. I was wearing my training outfit, (a simple pair of jeans and a purple tank top) an old worn red bandana my mother owned wrapped around my neck.

This was just a dream... Wasn't it? The grass felt too real under me, and yet so artificial. Looking to my left, I noticed a random small puddle in the ground, my blue eyed reflection staring back at me. With a touch, the puddle shimmered and disappeared. It must mean something, if it appeared so suddenly and faded so quickly. I guess I'll just have to wonder for a while, and maybe a few books in the library will make sense of it. I stood, with nothing else to do but gaze around at the scenery, if you could call it that.

"Oh, you are awake?" I glanced behind me at the source of the voice, a bit startled. No one else was there a moment ago.

It was a woman, with long, curly blond hair, much different from my plain brown locks, and striking orange eyes. A long, white dress hung from her shoulders, lace wrapping around her arms. The woman's soft smile was filled with warmth and was infectious, a smile forming on my lips as well.

"It took you long enough, Child of Light! We were beginning to worry!" The woman exclaimed. Child of Light. That was what my sisters and I were called, Children of Light because of the blessing being of Light magic, a rare magic never used for centuries. However, this nickname was only used by few... How would this woman known of it?

Her eyes shimmered. Orange eyes. Only Hylia's descendants have orange eyes, and they had died out years ago... Unless.

I dropped to my knees fast the second the idea popped to my head, an idea so obvious I should've thought of it before. "F-Forgive me, My Goddess, I did not-" I mumbled, but the goddess Hylia waved away the formalities before I could finish speaking.

"No need for formalities, Mist. Stand up," Obediently, I stood, "And look me in the eyes." Slowly and hesitantly I brought my eyes to level with her gaze. "Good. Now, listen to me closely. I brought you here so my sisters and I could... Request a few things from you."

"Request isn't a strong enough word. And I don't think they will just be a few things requested." My gaze switches to the new voice in the conversation, coming from a woman with fiery hair, that seemed to float around her, wearing a black chainmail under a long white tunic. A dark crimson sword was held loosely in her hand, her blood-colored eyes scanning me. "I suppose she'll do for the 'requests'." The goddess Din muttered, as if I couldn't hear.

"Of course she'll do, she's the Holder of the Triforce of Wisdom, and the only holder that is in power at the moment." This next woman had long blue locks of hair ending at her fingertips, glittering blue eyes, a simple pair of gold glasses resting on her nose, and a book in her hand. A long, slimming white dress hung loosely from her shoulders, ending at her ankles. "I thought you would finally appreciate my holder, but I guess even when a blessing is shoved in your face, you don't notice." Naryu mumbled, knowing full well Din could hear.

"Next time you try to make a comeback, at least make it understandable!"

"If you were a bit smarter you might actually understand it!"

I think I came at the wrong time...

"Sisters, please, enough of this fighting, we have more important things to do!" The last was Farore, a younger woman with light green hair held up in pigtails. Emerald eyes peered out behind her long bangs, a simple dark green dress hanging from her shoulders and ending at her knees.

"Quiet, Farore!" Din and Naryu both shouted at the younger goddess, instantly glaring at each other after and leaving Farore fuming.

"You're the two who need to quiet!"

I never thought the goddesses would be... So human-like, physically and emotionally.

Hylia ignored the three of them and turned to me. "As I said before, Mist, we all have a few requests for you." I simply nodded in response.

She smiled and continued. "As you may know, The Demon King no longer holds the Triforce of Power, and instead has powers of immortality from Demise possessing him. Soon, he will return to Hyrule to take what he think is his. I need you, the only Triforce holder ready, to fight against him," Her smile twisted into sorrow, "Forever." My eyes widened.

"Forever...?" The small voice that mumbled those words wasn't familiar, until I realized the voice was my own.

"Yes. We need you to give up your mortality." Hylia rested a hand on my shoulder as she spoke. I was too shocked to respond.

"Also," Din crossed her arms, the argument apparently finished, "I want you to find the bearer of the Triforce of Power and bring them to Hyrule." Any color left in my face drained immediately. That sounded impossible! I glanced back at Hylia, who now had a pleading look in her eyes.

"And..." She began, choosing her words carefully. "I need you to find the last of my bloodline." It was impossible for me to be shocked anymore.

"I thought... Your bloodline ended years ago..." Hylia shook her head.

"No, there is a survivor, and we need you to find them. Please, find them..." Hylia said again, desperate.

"Will you accept?" Naryu said nonchalantly, peering down at her book, recovered from the argument. Silence followed the stoic goddess's words.

"I would be honored, My Goddesses."