Hello Everyone! Welcome to my first fanfiction The Legend of Zelda: Glaive of Souls. This story has been running through my head for over a year, and I've finally summoned the courage to put finger to keyboard!

So before we venture on this epic journey, just a few blurby A/N:

I've rated this T for language, gore, and future adult situations.

I'm placing this story under AU because "nothing is as it should be", and contains multiple elements from different games, and quite a few OC's. However, the main timeline that the story takes place will be in Twilight Princess.

(So, if stories that deviate from the path; that take leaps and bounds over rocks and streams are not your cup of tea, then this isn't the story for you).

I'm having so much fun writing this, and I hope that everyone has a lot of fun reading it!

Finally, without further ado: The Legend of Zelda: Glaive of Souls.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Legend of Zelda, only my OC's and new story line.

The summer was ending as it always had.

The sun high and bright in the sky; still hot enough to cause beads of sweat to form on my brow and trickle down my back. The air, however, was becoming cool, and if I was lucky I'd catch that small breeze, lazily drifting through the trees, sending shivers of relief over my body.

And if I was quiet, I could almost hear the sunlight drying the morning dew that remained on the leaves, and the soft pine needles whispering across the forest floor. It was a perfect day for a long hike.

Unfortunately, the peace of the forest was shattered by the incessant bickering of my two friends.

Calli was going off about how she wasn't told this "walk" would include rocks and hills or else she wouldn't have worn her flip flops and new jean shorts. Charlie was trying to calm his miffed girlfriend, telling her that no one was really thinking when we said "walk" instead of "hike", but if she wanted he'd carry her on his back the rest of the way. Calli just rolled her eyes. He then gave her a show of flexing his muscles, just for emphasis. She giggled and playfully swatted at his shoulder.

So like Charlie to use his blend of charm and bulging biceps to end an argument.

"Anyways," he said with a smirk, "the next time someone says we're going for a walk, just use some common sense and you won't run into this problem again."

I sighed. So like Charlie to put his foot in his mouth when things were going well.

"Are you calling me dumb?" Calli asked, her voice dropping an octave, giving it an ominous tone.

I saw her eyes narrow and her shoulders tense (she was not happy), and Charlie's eyes widened, realizing his mistake.

"Wha…? No, of course-" but he never got to apologize (again) as Calli brought forth a force that no one wanted to reckoned with. His gaze caught mine, eyes pleading for me to interfere and help calm her down. But I knew better. If I stepped in she'd accuse me of choosing Charlie over her, and her wrath would turn on me too.

I gave him the most sympathetic smile I could muster and ran ahead to catch up with my cousin, who parted from the group a while back.

"What are they fighting about now?" he asked, his tone slightly irritated as I ran up next to him and slowed my pace to match his.

I sighed again and shrugged my shoulders, "Shoes?"

He turned to look at me, his eyes squinting in the patch of sunlight we were passing through. He snorted softly in disbelief, and we walked together side-by-side in silence, the angry voices of my friends echoing behind us.

When we were younger Calli, Charlie, and I were -as our parents always said- three peas in a pod. We were inseparable. All throughout elementary school and middle school our hands were tied together. However, things began to change for us in high school once we started to turn sixteen. Calli developed a crush on Charlie the summer before grade 10, and- as much as I hate to admit it- so did I.

His family owns a farm, and after lazy summer afternoons with us, he'd go home to help with the chores. Not only did he grow a few feet taller that year, but he gained a few muscles as well. His blond hair turned a few shades darker, and the distinction between the brown and green of his hazel eyes became clearer. He became the typical, gorgeous, good-natured (albeit, mildly arrogant) farmer's boy that all the girls wanted.

As it turned out, he liked Calli too. Honestly, there's very few who don't. She's beautiful with her light blue eyes and even lighter blonde hair (achieved with the help of box dye- but I'm the only one who knows that…), she's smart (…most of the time), but above all, she has the biggest heart of anyone I know. She's always doing what she can to help others.

I decided to never tell Charlie how I felt about him, out of respect for Calli (who also never knew), and for his choice. I knew that if I did I'd make things awkward and uncomfortable for the three of us. Our friendship meant more to me than a silly crush, and in time I got over it. But, I'm almost positive that he knew anyways. How could he not when I blushed every time he touched me, and started stammering when I talked to him. For the first little while, at the beginning of my crush, he thought that I developed a speech impediment and recommended that I start seeing a speech therapist before it got worse.

As much as I hoped that their dating wouldn't change the dynamics of our friendship, it of course did. We still hung out, just the three of us, but the amount of time spent together dwindled as I could only stand the sweet talk and chaste kisses for so long. So, I started to hang out more with my cousin, Parker.

Parker and I grew up together. If I wasn't with Calli and Charlie then I was with him. He was born five months before me, and even though we only have a few things in common we're really close. I don't have any siblings, so Parker is the closest to having an "older" brother.

Our fathers were brothers- twins, in fact. And the two of them had an unbreakable bond. They played the same sports, watched the same shows, and even liked all the same foods (which I never understood, but apparently it's a "twin thing" as my dad would say). Every year, my dad and uncle would take a trip up north to go fishing at a lake that their father brought them to once. My grandfather passed away not too long after that trip, so as a tribute to him my dad and uncle made it an annual vacation, just the two of them.

They always left in July, a week after Parker's birthday. It became routine over the years to get up at the crack of dawn to say goodbye to my dad. The sky would still be black and dotted with stars; tinges of blue light seeping up from the eastern horizon. I would hug him around the middle and he would kiss the top of my head. My mom, always half asleep, would kiss his cheek, and then he would leave.

I was ten when I hugged my dad for the last time.

While he and my uncle were driving to the lake, a truck driver blew a tire and lost control, crashing into their car. They had to be helicoptered to the nearest hospital. When my mom and I got there (Parker and his mom were already waiting), there was only one body in the room hooked up to life support. The other had passed away while en route.

I remember looking at the man in the bed. His face and body were so damaged that I couldn't be sure which one he was. You see, my dad and uncle were pretty much identical, down to the last freckle. But there was one difference that set them apart. While my uncle's hair was straight, my dad's had a slight wave to it. I remember trying to determine if his hair was straight or wavy, but it was no use as it was too matted with blood and gravel.

We all decided that it was perhaps for the best that we didn't know who this man really was as we were told that he probably wouldn't last the night. And in the early morning, just before the dawn, he left this world to join his brother. They both came into this world together, and together they both left it.

Things became pretty difficult for Parker. His mom took her husband's death really hard. She was previously married and divorced the guy after he cheated on her multiple times. My uncle mended her heart. She became depressed and kept busy by drowning herself in her work, rarely making enough time to care for her son.

At first, me and my mom would pick Parker up and bring him to school, give him a good dinner, bring him home, and do it all again the next day. When we turned fourteen, Parker stayed with us during the week, and when we were sixteen he pretty much moved in.

But my aunt wasn't the only one who suffered after the accident. My dad was the love of my mom's life, and to say she wasn't shattered by losing him is an understatement. But she held her shattered heart together and remained strong for me; and when Parker was with us, she became the mother that he needed.

Somewhere along the path I started kicking a rock, letting it skitter across the dirt before kicking it again. I was thinking about my mom… and her request to buy some milk on the way home. Repeating a mantra of "buy milk, buy milk" in my head so I wouldn't forget, I flicked the rock with the toe of my shoe and it hit a tree trunk standing in the middle of the path. The rock made a dull ping-like sound as it hit the bark, then a muted thud as it landed on the ground. I looked up to see that the path we were on forked into two in front of us.

Parker turned to me, a look of which way now? etched on his face. He and I have hiked in these woods a hundred times and would normally turn around at the last check point, but I decided it might be nice to explore a little further. I looked left and then right, not seeing any big distinction between the trails. I was about to take a step towards the right when something stopped me. It was a faint, curious feeling, like a slight pull on my mind. I took a step to the left and felt a sense of rightness wash over me.

Yes. This is the way, I thought, smiling. I kept going.

Parker followed my lead, and was soon walking beside me once more. I turned around to see if Calli and Charlie were still behind us. They quieted down a little while ago, but by the heated look on each of their faces, they were still arguing.

Parker and I remained quiet as we walked a little further in our new direction, until I started to get a little antsy with the silence.

"Have you decided on what university you want to go to yet?"

He turned to look at me and the slightly pained expression that he gets when this subject comes up ghosted his face.

"I don't know," he sighed. I mentally kicked myself for asking. Now he was going to be thinking about what school he should choose and be in a mopey mood for the rest of the day.

The four of us graduated from high school, and this summer is sort of our last taste of freedom before the real world sinks its claws into us.

Calli is going to community college to upgrade her marks. While she did well enough to graduate, she needs better grades to get into university. Charlie decided to take a year off to help on the farm, just as his two older brothers had done. He says that he wants to go to school to pursue some sort of trade, but if I know Charlie (and I do), I believe that he will take over and run the family farm. It's where his heart seems to belong.

I've decided to take a year off as well- maybe two. I haven't found what I want to do with my life. I haven't found my passion, my calling. So, until I get an epiphany, I want to travel. I was hoping that Parker would want to travel with me, but he got accepted to two prestigious universities. And this is his dilemma: one is only a few hours away from home, the other in another country. Each one offers Parker something different, and he hasn't decided which one he wants most.

I know in his heart he wants to stay close. Me, my mom, and even his mother (no matter how far gone she is) are all here. But I also know that his head wants him to get away from the reminders of his broken family. And as much as it pains me to think it, even I contribute to those reminders.

My looks take after my dad's, and ultimately, my uncle's as well. I got their amber coloured eyes and black hair- mine having a light wave to it just as my dad's did. Parker, on the other hand, resembles his mom. He got her curly, chestnut brown hair and brown eyes so dark they're almost black. The only features he got from his dad were the indents on the bridge of his nose.

Parker's expression was becoming sulky. And I was getting annoyed. He's eighteen. He should grow up and make a decision already!

"Well, you'll have to decide soon," I said, my voice snapping slightly. "You only have a couple days left to make your choice." He looked at me with apologetic eyes. He knew he was being frustrating. So, I added a nonchalant, "No pressure."

He chuckled softly, "Yeah. No pressure." He smiled at me, and I smiled back. I was going to miss him so much, no matter where he chose to go.

We started talking about random things, taking our minds off the fact that we just hit a hill that was pretty steep. Once we crested the top of the slope we saw (thankfully) that the path leveled out once more and we paused to wait for the other two to join us.

I leaned against the nearest tree to catch my breath, plucking at my dark orange yoga top to let in some cool air onto my sweaty torso, when I felt that curious feeling again. But it was stronger this time. The hair on my arms stood on end as a shiver went down my spine. I pushed away from the tree, my back straightening as a strange sensation overtook my right hand. It felt as if there was something lightly pulling at it. A warm breeze kissed my ears, and I could swear I heard a soft voice whisper "come".

Where? I thought.

"Come," the breeze sighed. I closed my eyes, and raised my hand. I felt the pull tighten, and my feet started to move as it started to guide me.

"YOU JACKASS!"

My eyes snapped opened as Calli's voice screeched through the air. The warm breeze was gone and the pulling sensation had stopped. The back of my hand started to itch like crazy, and I scratched furiously at it.I felt as if I was coming out of a daze.

What the hell just happened to me?

Then I heard Calli yelling a string of profanities.

Now what's going on? My inner voice gave off a tiny whimper as I marched over to her.

"You stupid, pig-headed, son of a-"

"Calli!" I yelled, interrupting her onslaught on Charlie. "What's going on?" I decided to ask him considering Calli was too riled up to get a proper answer out of her.

"Hell if I know!" he howled, throwing his hands in the air in defeat.

"That's just typical of you Charlie. Never paying any attention to what the problem is. Always thinking that you can just charm your way out of a bad situation," Calli scolded.

Guilt flickered briefly in his eyes before they hardened, and a sneer started to spread on his lips ready to fire back. I had to stop this.

Calmly, I said, "Calli, can't you just ease up on the guy? Last I remember you two love each other, right? Just let whatever it is go for once."

Her glare turned full force on me. I actually shrunk back a little.

"Of course you would take his side, Del!" she snapped.

"I'm not taking sides," I said, exasperated.

"Leave her alone, Calli," Charlie said forcefully. "Just because she's smart enough to realize who's really at fault, doesn't mean-"

Calli whirled on him again. I looked over at Parker, who was sitting on a fallen tree just staring at them in disbelief. I had enough.

"SHUT UP!" I roared. Thankfully, they did. "All I wanted was to have a nice, peaceful hike with my best friends before the summer is gone. And you two are screwing it up!" I was glad to see that they felt guilty, and didn't try to defend themselves. "Now, we are going to continue walking for another little bit, stop and eat lunch, then start heading back." I left that with no room for arguments. Both Calli and Charlie nodded, and I turned to face Parker. Only he wasn't sitting on the fallen tree anymore. I started scanning the path, and when I didn't find him there I started scanning the woods.

I couldn't see him. I was getting worried. I knew that he never really got along with Calli and Charlie, but he would never just up and leave without telling me first.

"Parker?" I yelled, "Where did you go?" There was no response. "Parker, this isn't funny! Where are you?"

"Over here!" I heard him shout. The direction of his voice came from the opposite side of where he was sitting and a little ways into the woods. I couldn't see him at first because he was blocked by a cluster of large boulders and tall bushes, but when I stepped past them I saw him standing with his head arched back, staring at something very tall.

"Del, come take a look at this," he said as I approached him.

He was standing in front of a colossal tree. It was at least a hundred feet tall- taller than most of the trees in these woods- but what caught my attention was the fact that it as wide as a school bus. At its base it had a gaping hole, large enough to fit a grown man through. How I could have missed it from the path, I'd never know.

"Doesn't it remind you of…" but his voice trailed off as Charlie came up beside us.

"Remind me of what?" I asked.

"Never mind," he mumbled, his cheeks going red, obviously embarrassed about what he was going to say.

Charlie seemed to notice that he was the reason Parker clammed up, and rolled his eyes as he adjusted my purple backpack on his shoulder. "Dude, just say what you were going to say," he said, sounding annoyed.

Parker's face got redder, but he squared his shoulders, turned towards me, and said, "I was going to say that it reminds me of the Deku Tree."

Charlie snorted and started to laugh. "Is that supposed to be something from your little game?" he asked, rolling his eyes again. Calli covered her mouth as she tried to stifle a giggle. I just glared at the two of them.

I looked at the giant tree, and I saw what he meant. There were two dark patches on the bark- possibly from some fungus or decay- situated side-by-side. They looked like eyes. They sat over a knot that looked as if a thick branch grew there once, before cracking off somehow. That resembled a nose. And at the base of the trunk, was the gaping hole- the mouth. There was even a layer of bark that protruded over the arch of the opening that could be considered a mustache.

I smiled. "It really does look like the Deku Tree." Some of the tension eased out of Parker as I agreed with him, which caused a fresh wave of laughter from the other two.

I rolled my eyes, but giggled a little myself, which made Parker chuckle a little as well.

Growing up together, you would think that Parker and I would have a lot in common. In truth, we had very little. I love to swim, he doesn't. He's great at playing music, I create noise. He prefers to read books, while I like to wait for books to be turned into movies. And that's just the tip of the ice berg. But we do have a few things that keep us together: long hikes in the woods, our love for crappy horror movies, and (as cheesy as this may sound- Calli and Charlie certainly think it does) our love for The Legend of Zelda. However, our love for them goes much deeper than a mutual agreement that they are amazing games.

When we were eleven, Parker received an old N64 console from his older half-brother, Brad. Parker's mom had Brad from her previous marriage. She was a young mom, about seventeen. By the time Parker was born Brad was in his teens, and when he turned eighteen (Parker was four), he moved away to college. Brad has always been a cool guy. He comes around for the holidays, and always gives pretty awesome gifts for birthdays, but I've never really seen him as family. He gave the N64 to Parker for his 11th birthday (a year after our dad's died), and gave him a copy of Ocarina of Time.

We played the game together whenever we could. We'd have sleepovers and sneak downstairs in the middle of the night to continue the adventure. He was the one who played the game, while I solved all the puzzles. (It always irritated him that I was better at that than he was). But the reason that the game (and all subsequent games) held so much meaning for us was because of the Triforce.

When we were younger we use to say that if we were ever lucky enough to find it in real life we could make a wish to bring our dads back and make our families whole again. Any time he would visit me, or I'd visit him, we'd go on quests to find the Triforce. In the back of our minds we knew we never would, that it was all just pretend; but that never stopped us from hoping.

As I was staring at the Deku Tree look-a-like, the warm breeze from before rushed past my head, disturbing some wisps of hair from my ponytail. Brushing them out of my eyes and mouth, I saw the tiny plants that grew along the tree's base bend lightly towards the opening of the hole.

The breeze is going into the mouth of the tree…

There was a quiet rushing sound, like the soft intake of breath, as if the tree was breathing. I felt that pull again, but it was different once more. This time it felt like a gentle coaxing, wanting me to enter the tree. Whatever this was (good or bad) it took hold of me, and I walked up to the mouth.

"Del, what are you doing?" I heard Calli ask behind me.

"I just want to see how far it goes," I answered innocently. And then I walked inside. There was a chorus of "Del, stop; You're crazy; It might be dangerous", but I kept going.

"There might be bears in there!" Calli called after me.

"There are no bears in these woods," I called back, laughing.

"Del…Oh, wait up!" I could hear Calli enter the tree. I knew that Charlie would follow to make sure she (and I) would be okay, and Parker would reluctantly follow in after Charlie because he wouldn't want to be left behind.

After a few feet into the tree it became pitch black. I took my mini camping flashlight that I had clipped to a zipper on my running shorts, and turned it on. The narrow passage in front of me seemed to go on forever. The inside of this tree was larger than I thought. I saw spots of light flare from behind me as the others took out their flashlights; Calli most likely using the one on her phone. There were thousands of vines hanging from the ceiling of the passageway, and I could hear Calli squeal as they touched her.

No one said a word as we explored, and after what seemed too-long-to-be-walking-to-nowhere I was going to suggest we turn back. Just as I was about to open my mouth the breeze came back. It seemed to whisper "keep going; not far now." Still too curious to stop, I closed my mouth and kept going.

A few minutes passed and I felt a breeze again, although this one was quite different. It was cool and refreshing. I hurried towards its source and saw soft light coming through another hole at the end of this tunnel (an exit?), but much smaller than the one at the entrance. I had to duck to get through. Once I was, I gasped.

I was standing in a circular, hollow room in the tree. There were patches of green and honey light filtering through the leaves from a hole that opened a hundred feet up. It looked as if this hollow room was in the middle of the tree… but that had to be impossible after the trek we just made to get here…

Maybe it just felt longer because I was going slower than I thought?

I heard multiple gasps as the others entered into the hollow.

"This is amazing," Calli said, her voice hushed as she stood next to me.

The leaves overhead started to rustle as the wind blew past outside. What happened next was nothing short of magical. The light filtered by the leaves started to flicker and dance along the walls of the hollow, and then the walls started to sparkle. Thousands upon thousands of tiny lights were winking in incandescent colours, as if they were jewels held up to a flame.

Parker went to look at one of the walls, and ran his hand over it. "It looks like glass, or some sort of smooth crystal," he said, his voice in awe of what he was examining.

"What is this place?" Charlie asked, awe in his voice too.

"I have no idea," I answered, too amazed to really care. But my amazement was short lived, and suddenly I did care. The hollow started to get really warm, almost to the point that it was getting hard to breath. From the look on the other's faces, they felt it too.

"Let's go," Parker said as he pushed his hair out of his eyes, the curly strands sticking to the sweat that was forming at the base of his neck.

No one disagreed. This place was becoming a sauna. Wherever that cool breeze went, it wasn't coming back.

As we turned to head back to the hole in the wall we heard a cracking sound, like stone splitting in two. It ricocheted off the walls and reverberated in my bones. We all took a cautious step towards the passageway until the cracking happened again. Wonder was replaced by fear as the noise grew louder, causing all of us to cover our ears at the harsh sound.

"I'm getting outta here!" Calli screamed, fear getting the better of her.

She took two steps when a gust of scorching air rose up, causing her long hair to fly wildly above her head. The cracking was continuous now and the sound of splintering wood was added to the chaos. The wind swirled and seemed to be pushing us all to the middle of the hollow, where it grew hotter and hotter.

The walls were dancing with light once again. Every crystal looked like an individual flame flickering in the whirlwind.

Standing back-to-back, we pressed ourselves close to each other, linking our arms. Another splintering sound, and the ground started to shift and buckle beneath us; roots and rocks from underneath the tree becoming exposed.

Calli screamed but didn't move. I could feel her laboured breathing through my back. She was trying not to cry.

Just as the wind got so hot to the point of wanting to pass out, it stopped. Dust and dirt stayed suspended in the air then lazily started drifting this way and that as the warm breeze returned. It weaved its way around my legs and arms, over my face, and through the strands of hair that came loose and fell around my face.

Suddenly the warmth faded and I let out a breath that I didn't realize I was holding. For a moment, I believed whatever was happening was over.

But the breeze came to me again, and I felt it drift to my ear as it had done before. It caressed the side of my face, and whispered "come".

Then the earth gave way and we fell into darkness.

Woo, anyone else get tingles? ...No? ...Just me, then? Alright.

Hope you all enjoyed chapter 1. I decided to put a good chunk of background material in this chapter because I like to know as much about a character right off the bat. Maybe it's just me, but it helps me visualize the characters better- they're stronger and more formed in my mind. Hopefully this also works for you.

I would LOVE to know what you think, so please, please, please review!

Until next week.

~lavender phoenix~