Alright! :D This is the edited and updated version of the Prologue! I just…didn't like the first prologue I wrote. -_- And hopefully, from the last year that I posted this, my writing skills have gotten better.

But if you're new to this story, just ignore what I just said and read the story!

This story is 'Welcome to Our World' Written by Kagome Narome. It is a Ghirahim Love story with my OC character 'Gina.'

I do not own Legend of Zelda, Ghirahim, or Skyward Sword. I do, however, own my OC characters and my idea for the plot and this story. PLEASE respect it.

Enjoy!

Being a 14 year old girl isn't the most exciting thing, especially if you're me. I spend half my day at school, with little to no friends. I spend the other half—the better half—of my day at my house reading something or whatnot. The point is; I'm average—sort of. I suppose you'd say I'm just a notch down from average.

I can say that my face is average looking; brown hair parted to the right, blue eyes, peach color lips, heart shaped face and pale white skin. I'm not albino; I just don't get out much. But I must say, when I get embarrassed, angry, or I ever exert myself, my face turns beat red. Not even kidding; it lights up like a Christmas tree.

Now, my face may be average looking, but the rest of my body is not. I may only be 14 but I hit puberty at a pretty young age, no thanks to my mother's genetics. As a matter of fact, you could say that I was the walking clone of my mother, save for a few exceptions.

I'm short, only about five feet tall. I have curves; an hour glass figure as my sister puts it. And of course there is the one thing about me that is both a blessing a curse; I have a gigantic chest. A girl should be happy about this, right? Wrong. You're not happy when you have a bunch of perverted boys in your grade talking about them all the time.

So yeah, I'm just a little bit below average. But there's nothing wrong with that, right? It's ok to be a little bit different from everyone else. But besides the obvious things I've pointed out, I'm an average girl in a small town.

Of course, that was before I ran into a…person with peculiar abilities.

Abilities that go against all logistics of this world, such as creating a whole different world and giving someone the power to create, destroy, change and alter whatever they want to in that completely other world. That someone specifically being me, and I had unknowingly wished for that power.

My story starts out pretty normal, because once again, I'm an average 14 year old…sort of.

I was sitting at the counter, doing my homework when I had the sudden urge to cough. And what does a cough mean? You guessed it; a cold. And so, I made my way to the bathroom to get tissues of which to blow my nose. The moment I threw away the tissue, my mother shouted from the living room.

"Gina! Take the trash out and feed the dog!"

Gina's my name. It's another thing that makes me a notch down from average. Though, I rather liked my name. It wasn't a popular name, so it doesn't blend in. And the meaning behind it in Old English was cool; 'Famous Warrior'. I loved the sound of it.

But either way, there was the matter of feeding my dog. I found myself bending over and pouring his stale smelling food into his bowl. A necklace that hung from my neck escaped the folds of my clothes and dangled in the air above the dirty food bowl. I quickly put the dog food back down and let my dog have access to his dish while I shoved the necklace behind my shirt.

My necklace was just a short, silver metal chain with a tiny ring on it. The ring was encrusted with blue and white stones. And even though the necklace was made of cheap copper and cost probably only $10…this necklace meant the world to me. It was a gift from the first and only boy that I'd ever kissed. The story is pretty corny, so I won't dive into it. You only need to know that it was during summer vacation and I was only 12.

I realize that a boy can change in two years, especially when you don't see him in those two years. My worst fear, now that I think about it, is meeting him again and seeing that he's changed and that he doesn't like me anymore. And of course, it's probably true that he has and he doesn't. However, there's still that one small part of my heart that demands that he still likes me.

Now, I should probably go back to something I picked up on doing after I met that boy. I mentioned that I spent the better half of my day reading. This is very true. I read a lot, actually. There was just something about books that drew me in, satisfied my imagination so that I could keep myself sane in this small town. In a book, there are so many things you can see or hear or do! Practically anything is possible, so that's the part I envy about books the most, that's the reason I read them.

When a person is trapped in a book; it's fun. You can do anything and everything. However, I've been trapped in this world. I've been trapped in a harsh reality that I absolutely loath. I constantly find myself wanting to be in my own world, one where anything is possible. I want to be the ruler of my own world, or better yet; the god of my own world. I want to be able to create anything and everything out the thin air! I want to make the impossible possible!

In my world, there would be people there who can't possibly be classified as normal! I'd make friends who love me and respect me and joke with me. There would be vast forests and hot deserts, and volcano's and waste lands and waterfalls and mazes and a grand castle! And of course, the best part would be that only I would be able to reach this world. I'd have it all to myself; no one else from this harsh reality, not even my family, could reach my world.

No one but me.

I sighed as I wrapped the tie around the garbage bag. It was such a sad thing that me being a god of my own world and having powers could never really happen. You can only wish that it would happen. But doesn't everyone wish for something? Doesn't everyone at least once wish that they had a place where they can go where no one can bother them? A place where you can meet someone who isn't real, but are the perfect companion?

I opened the door to the cold, winter wonderland outside. The snow was blowing around like crazy, coating everything in the falling wetness. And yet I quickly picked up the trash bag and ran to the curb in my slippers. I violently tugged at the lid of the garbage can only to find that it was frozen shut.

"You've got to be KIDDING me!" I shouted to no one in particular. I then spent the next three minutes wrestling with the garbage bin before the lid FINALLY opened and the insides spilled out. I cursed as the coldness began numbing my nose and quickly picked everything up and threw the garbage bag into the garbage bin, then ran all the way back to the door.

I hate the winter, but I absolutely adore the summer. Just think of the feeling of a hot day with cool wind brushing against your skin, kissing you cheeks. It the winter, however, all you got was a slap in the face from the icy coldness.

Once I was back inside, I headed right to the bathroom to take a shower.

And you're probably asking how this starts the story off. But you see, I forgot to mention the lone figure perched on the fence across the street from my house, just sitting there staring at me with interest. Of course, I never noticed him; because I was too busy trying to fix my garbage problem. But either way, this lone figure is basically the reason why this story was written.

Because he smirked as he watched me close the door from the outside world.

And he thought to himself with amusement and a smirk on his face; 'She wants a different world, one she can escape to, huh? I can give her that. After all, I am the Angel of Dreams and Wishes. I don't suppose adding one last person to the game would hurt it at all. If anything, is will make it much more interesting.'

And then he jumped off from the fence and flew into the snow filled sky, only leaving one sentence in his place.

Yes, just one more person wouldn't hurt.

Well, I have one sentence in my place to say to you.

Get ready for my adventure, because it's one hell of a ride.