I'm not very good with introductions.

You can call me Sam. My full name is actually Samila, but I would just prefer Sam, thanks. Not a lot to tell you about myself, I'm not very girly, though I like to keep my dark, wavy hair at waist length. I'm pretty tall for my age, which in three days, will be seventeen, and I hate being tied down tone thing. I'm a pretty hyper teenager too; I don't much like sitting, and when I do it's hard not to squirm.

Basically, I'm your typical Hylian girl.

That's right, Hyrule, the land of the goddesses. Been here my entire life, residing mostly in castle town with my mother, but sometimes visiting my grandmother in Kakiriko.

That was, before those demons took her away. I didn't really think about the incident with the shadow tribe anymore, if being a good six months ago since this "Hero Chosen by the Goddesses" apparently put a stop to it.

Now I just usually hang around castle town, running errands for my dear mother or just hanging out at the weapons school.

I can't really…go... to school either. In Hyrule, there's not a lot of equality; men do the heavy stuff, like building and working as guards for our dearest princess, and women do the house work, take care of the children, sew, etc.

Well, the women except for me.

I loathe anything that has to do with clothing, shopping, so on. I was kicked out of my school for rebelry and for now I am homeschooled. My mom was upset at first, but after the loss of my dad and grandmother to the shadow beasts she was just glad to have me closer to her more often.

Today I had sneaked into the boys' weapons school and am currently trying to sneak out some dual tomahawks. Last month I had mastered archery, a practice I had been doing with my father since I was fourteen, and had bribed one of the men in town to buy me an automatic bow in secret.

Oh yeah, another thing, Women aren't allowed to learn weaponry, unless taught by an official knight themselves.

And usually those "men of honor" are sexist pigs.

So that was out of the question, sadly, and with my father gone for almost nine months, I would have to teach a new weapon art to myself. If you're in trouble and there's no man to come out and protect you, what are you going to do? Sew? My dad would have laughed at my attempts to dodge mothers arrangements to set me up with a local boy, running away as soon as him mother or the boy himself stepped into the house.

So stealing a weapon for the right to train it is. Not that I'm complaining, it'd just be nice to have him there…

Enough of the mopey atmosphere, I've grabbed the dual tomahawks and hidden them under my skirts. Ugh, these cursed skirts all girls had to wear. We couldn't leave town without one that covered at least below the knee, but due to my little stunt I'm pulling, I had to grab a much longer skirt. Better to hide things in, but much harder to sneak around in.

I slid the first into my high sock, just behind my thigh, and the other in the same place on my other leg. The cool metal pressed against my skin and gave me goosebumps. I giggled a little to myself, feeling a cool rush travel up to my legs.

Funny how girls my age are out finding husbands and suitors, while I'm here stealing a pair of the dojo's newest, most expensive pair of tomahawks. Two types of people in this world.

I froze when I heard mumbling voices coming straight for the weapon storage room.

The room I, a young, not-so-innocent girl, am currently in, trying to get a hand on a weapon.

That's a pretty big nono. It'd be hard trying to explain this one to my mom.

I glanced around the room trying frantically to fine an escape. The voices were getting really, really, close. Glancing up I see the wooden boards neatly holding the ceiling up and get an idea. Tucking the weapons into my socks snug so they wouldn't slip I scrambled up the wooden wall, clumsily trying to reach a thick wooden plank.

I do a small jump, and I'm hanging from the semi-high ceiling, kicking my legs up and bringing one arm around the plank, the other to my mouth to stifle my breathing.

Two men enter the room, one looked slightly familiar, dressed in an all-white academy uniform, hair lied into a low, lazy ponytail. Hands behind his back to show respect to his master, the other, older man wearing a dark blue cloth robe, a light blur belt covering a bulging beIly.

I'm far up, but my pointed ears can hear very well what they're saying. I pick up on their conversation easily.

"…And then she just runs out of the house. I've done what you've said; I've been training for four years now. My rank was sure to please her and her mother; why was I not able to woo this girl?" exclaimed the boy, putting a fist on his hip.

"Patience boy, perhaps she isn't ready to be wooed yet. Have you finished your sparring hours for the day?" said the old man. He had a jolly tone to his voice, and his balding head shined as it moved.

My eyes widened in recognition. That was the boy my mother had recently tried to match me with. The boy had waltzed into my house, an arrogant smirk on his face that already made me dislike him. I was sitting on the couch, my mother sending me daggers across the room, the 'move-and-I'll-take-away-your-roaming-privileges' look. And I of all people HATED to be stuck somewhere.

So I had sat with him and his mother as she talked. Mostly about her sons high ranking in his weapons training, and briefly about his status with the ladies. I wasn't really paying attention, looking out the small circular window of our small apartment into castle town.

I had been watching a girl play with her small dog when out of the corner of my eye I saw the boy move closer to me. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, shifting slightly to the side, and eying him. He shoots me a smile and goes back to listening to his mother.

Another five minutes pass and he had his hand on my thigh.

I sprint up "IT'S BEEN A PLEASURE TO MEET YOU BUT I REALLY DO HAVE TO GO… WASH MY HAIR!" I said as I exited the house. I shut the door behind me to hear the woman say, "Isn't that the exit?"

I try not to giggle at the memory or my quirkiness, knowing I could easily give myself away to a supposedly angry bachelor as I watched and listened to the men chat.

"That aside… how about we give you your new weapon?" The old man says, obviously trying to change the subject, making his way to the wall of knives, swords, and axes.

Oh no.

I prey silently he doesn't notice one of his newest weapons disappearance so soon, making it even harder for me to escape. But I watch as the man makes his way to a metal staff. He grabs it in his hands, running them along the shining silver, and hands it to the now ecstatic man.

"It is all yours, my boy." He says. The student bows, and they both exit the room.

Now alone, I hang from the plank, trying not to laugh as I hop down. "'WOO' her?!" I say to no one at all. "Try not to rape her." And I'm jumping through the window, running out into the field and through the streets until I come to an calm walk as soon as I am from yelling reach, making my way back home giggling once again.