Children of Legends

1. Beginning of Legend

Disclaimer: I don't own LOZ, I only own the OCs.

(Lily Bosphoramus POV)

It always eluded me, why I did this...

Even as the wind taunted me, pushing and prodding at my skin and hair. Even as the cold nipped at my legs as body. Even through all this pain of frostbite, did I keep my hands raised toward the moon, reciting every word of prayer Father taught me.

Again, it always eluded me why I did this... I was the only girl who prayed in such... a rigorous way shall I put it. No other in Hateno ventured into ponds or lakes to pray to the Goddess Hylia.

Though I may not have known why I did this, I certainly knew who I did it for... my Father. A man who I know so well, and yet know nothing of.

It got to the point that my legs felt numb, and I couldn't take it anymore. Looking over my shoulder I found Father's watchful gaze on me. His face was unreadable (as always), his mouth set in a thin line and eyebrows relaxed. I sometimes wondered what he was thinking, seeing me here cold and in prayer. I always wondered about the storm, that laid behind those calm blue eyes... and what they meant.

"Father?" He grunted in response, "May I come out now, I recited all two-hundred prayers to the Goddess."

Dad knelt down and grabbed the blanket besides him. He held his hand out to me beckoning me to come to him.

My lips curled to form a small smile, gratefully taking his hand to pull myself out of this freezing lake.

Dad wrapped the blanket tightly around my shoulders, covering my white dress that dripped freezing rain on me. The dress was a beautiful white gown that puffed up below the chest and reached my ankles. The skirt had at least three layers of fabric, and was a little aged. There was a golden belt that had three triangles embedded in the middle.

It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen... Where on Hyrule Father managed to find such a dress beats me. There was no tailor here in Hateno that had such skill at the needle and thread.

With his hands around my shoulders, Father stirred me toward the hill that lead into town, "You did good today..." He whispered.

Truth be told, I had no idea the difference between good or bad when it came to...this. I barely knew what I was doing, and Father always had a hard time explaining it to me. He would get tongue tied every single time he tried to explain. Almost as in finding multiple ways to start an explanation but never finishing the sentence. The most I got out of him was that this practice of prayer was tradition in my family, namely my Mother's side.

A woman who was dead.

"Thank you Father." I smiled, pressing myself further into the warmth of Dad's side. The walk to our cottage in Hateno was a quiet one. Relief rushed throughout my tired body as soon as the house came into view. Through every window came this soft yellow light, that spoke promise of comfort and warmth (something my body ached for). The large chipping in the paint gave way to cemented brick, a hint to this house's old age.

Once we reached the door, Father used his free hand to push it open.

"You're back!" A young voice chirped, my sights settled onto my younger brother who was seated at the dining table.

My brother's name is Hyden, he was a reckless child one whose love for adventure outweighed common sense. He looked, nothing like me though. His face was slightly rounder, hair more golden and eyes greener than any forest. Father said that he looked more like our Mom, while I took after him.

Hyden grinned widely at me, setting down his book that read 'Silent Princess, a rare flower'.

I plopped down into the chair next to him, allowing my spine to relax and posture slouch. My muscles screamed and ached, and my mind was going fuzzy. I knew sleep and warm clothing were calling me but felt too tired to do anything other than go to my room.