Hey this is my first fanfiction, so yeah. Tell me how it is or if I should CONTINUE it. I'll take any feedback! Except "go die in a hole." That's not constructive, nor will it help me in my creative process!

~Leila

[T for language and action scenes]

Edited: 07/16/14

(Prologue)

The clouds spread over the sky like a massive blanket. A wind ruffled the long grasses making them roll like the ocean they bordered. Among the shores of the Great Sea was a small strip of beach, framed by rocky cliffs and seldom visited by people. The shore was empty save for two young girls, the younger stumbling to keep up with her older sister.

A storm was brewing, a violent, nasty storm, but the children played on, unaware of the dangers.

The elder girl, about nine or ten years old, ran ahead of her little sister and taunted her. Her gray eyes sparkled mischievously, and her dark gold braid whipped in the wind.

"Hurry up, Zellie! You're way too SLOW!" the girl called to her sister.

The younger girl, only six years of age, had fair blonde curls almost white in the right light. Her eyes were a deep blue, a little too knowing and mature for a child of her age. She ran after her big sister, struggling in the wind and tripping over her shoelaces.

"Wait! Wait, Sissy!" she cried after her sister.

Sissy turned and put her hands on her hips.

"Honestly, Zellie. You're always so slow."

The younger girl nodded, trying to catch her breath.

"When-when are we getting there?" she whined in an impatient voice.

"We are here," Sissy said, a hint of impatience in her voice. "This is what I wanted you to see."

The child looked around, at the churning gray waters of the ocean, at the rustling silver-green grasses, and up at the gold rimed clouds. Being a child, she saw nothing extraordinary about the strip of beach.

"There's nothing here, Sissy."

Sissy grinned, an all-knowing big sister grin. "Zel, there's everything here," she whispered, her gray eyes alight with excitement.

Not understanding, the young girl tried looking again, looking for the everything her sister said was there.

"Let me show you, Zel," Sissy said calmly, seeing the confused look on her little sister's face. "Take my hand."

The child obeyed, taking Sissy's hand in her own small one. Sissy closed her eyes tight, muttered something the girl could not understand, then opened her eyes again and smiled.

"Look."

The young girl's eyes widened in amazement. The beach had been transformed; rocks were glowing with an unearthly green light, and the air had been filled with soft silver wisps, floating in every direction. They seemed to gravitate towards the young child, pulled to her by an unknown force. The girl giggled and reached out to grab one of the strands, only to find it had disappeared before she could touch it. As the child ran in pursuit of another fairy-like strand, her sister spoke to her softly.

"This is a Landing, Zel. It's a very special place, a piece of land blessed by the goddesses themselves."

This caught the girl's attention; the goddesses were mighty queens in the child's mind.

"Do the goddesses come here?" the child questioned. Sissy's lips curved into a smile.

"Maybe they do. Maybe you'll meet them someday."

The young girl's face lit up at the thought.

"Just promise me this, Zel. Don't forget this place. Whenever you feel lost, or even scared, come here. You're always safe here," Sissy said softly, a strange look in her eyes. Her sister nodded eagerly.

"Promise?" Sissy asked.

"Promise."

Sissy brought her hands to the clasp of the golden necklace around her neck. "Here," she said, pinning the thin gold chain around her sister's neck. From the chain dangled a small, gold, triangular pendant similar to the one on the young girl's hand.

"It's so pretty, Sissy. What's the triangle?" the child asked, examining the charm.

"It's the Triforce, Zellie. The golden power of the goddesses."

The girl turned the small triangle over in her hand, looking at it thoughtfully. A similar mark had begun to take shape on her hand, just faintly present.

The wind blew stronger still, now taking an icy chill. Sissy glanced around nervously, observing for the first time how close and dark the storm clouds were.

"Zel, we need to go. We need to go now-" she never finished her statement, for at that moment, a black arrow sailed through the air and buried itself in Sissy's chest. Blood welled from the wound, and with wide gray eyes, Sissy crumpled to the ground.

"Sissy?" the younger girl whispered, shaking her sister softly. "Sissy? Sissy!" the girl's voice rose to a shriek.

"Zelda..." Sissy croaked out. And then she spoke no more. Hysteria rising, the young girl shook her sister vigourously.

"Wake up, Sissy! It isn't nighttime yet!" the girl sobbed in a pleading voice. She looked over and up the hill where the arrow had come from, and saw a dark man wielding a bow was nocked and ready to fire, pointed straight at the child's heart.

"Sissy..."

The arrow flew from the bow, flying straight and true to its mark. The young girl hugged her sister's head and squeezed her eyes shut... But nothing happened.

Opening one eye, the girl saw the silver wisps had accumulated to form a solid wall, deflecting the arrow. She heard her sister's voice in her head,"You'll always be safe here." Was she truly safe? Was she safe without her sister's warm embrace and soothing tones? The little girl wanted to believe her sister had simply fallen asleep, but the crimson stained sand surrounding her fallen form told her otherwise.

Meanwhile, the bowman cast aside his weapon. He knew it could do little to the girl while she was in the Landing. Normally, he wouldn't be able to enter the sacred grounds of the Landing, but his master had blessed him with some of his power. For the time being, the bowman was free to enter the Landing as he pleased. Drawing his sharp silver dagger, he began approaching the small girl.

The girl looked up from her sister's body and screamed as she saw the man coming towards her.

"Please, Sissy!" she begged. "He has a knife, please!"

Yet her sister didn't move and the man grew closer still. The child began backing away slowly before turning and breaking into a sprint. The wind had picked up now, whipping her hair into her face and almost blowing her off her feet. She pushed against the gales with all her might, desperate to escape the assassin that pursued her. She came to one of the cliffs, a dead end. The child looked around desperately, then grabbed ahold of the rocky wall and began to climb.

Behind her, the bowman grew angry. He had not expected the girl to make it this far, let alone attempt to scale the cliff. With a low growl, he clamped the knife between his teeth and began to climb in pursuit of her.

The rain began to fall now, causing the rocks to become wet and slippery. The poor girl whimpered and pulled herself up higher still, her tears mingling with the rain streaming down her cheeks. The top was in sight now, if only she could make it a little higher...

Her foot slipped, and she screamed as her leg was sliced on a jagged rock. The rain was making it difficult to hold on and her hands were slipping... She desperately swung her leg up onto the top of the cliff, ignoring the blood gushing from the massive cut. She wanted Sissy. She just wanted Sissy.

The girl pulled herself up and began staggering across the face of the cliff, braving the spray of the ocean's waves and the wind whipping rain across her face like mini daggers.

The bowman pulled himself up to the top of the cliff and immediately located the young girl, her pink sweater pasted to her skin by the rain. He began to run after her, knowing sooner or later, she would get tired or slip. He was biding his time, waiting for the right moment.

Her breath came in ragged gasps, and the pain in her leg was almost unbearable. What was happening?

The child had barely any time to comprehend her sister's death before being thrust into this chaos. Her pink sneakers slapped against the uneven rock of the clifftop. Running and running, she had nowhere to go. What was she doing? Did it even mater?

Sobbing, she kept pushing on, losing speed, when suddenly, the ground was thrown from underneath her and her head hit the rock. The world faded to black.

The bowman smiled a crooked evil smile. Finally. The little girl had put up all of that fight for nothing; it was all in vain. He raised the dagger, lightning flashing on the silver, and was about to strike... But a hand reached out to stop him.

"I need her alive," a voice came from behind him, almost too quiet to be heard over the rain, waves and thunder.

The bowman shrank back and nodded. Who was he to deny the will of his master? He bowed deeply and stepped away from the child.

The new man, the master, walked over to the unconscious child. He gently lifted her limp body and cradled it in his arms. He had her. Finally, all his plans were coming together. He smiled, a wicked smile, and pushed some wet hair out of the child's face.

All that was left was the boy.

"It's alright, my little princess," he whispered.

"Papa's here."