Once Upon A Twisted Fate

𓆩 Prologue ⊱ ── {⋅. Owl In The Wind .⋅} 𓆪

Uh, hi...I never know how to start these things, lol. I've had this idea to challenge myself to write and complete an entire Breath of the Wild fanfiction before Tears of the Kingdom (which I've preordered!) drops, and here we are. Even if I don't finish the challenge, the fact that I've been writing again has me overjoyed and of course, presenting my ideas and OCs to others is always fun.

So, I hope you all enjoy MY twist of one of Nintendo's (in my opinion) greatest games and if you have any advice or simply want to comment on a specific scene, please don't hesitate to tell me in the comments! - Suki ❤

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"Ah, fuck..." Were the first words to slip from your mouth. In this particular moment, you had no other words to describe what you were feeling right now. Hesitantly, you leaned closer to the mirror taking in your reflection. A hysteric chuckle slips your lips as you reach a hand upwards. Reflected in the mirror was a face, a head of hair, and body that did not belong to you. Your jaw dropped. Last time you checked, you weren't mortal, especially an earth-bound one with a life span. And those ears...so obnoxiously round and small. What the hell was going on?

Taking in a deep breath, you tried crushing the panic and whirlwind of thoughts that were running wild. Okay, let's go back to square one... you thought with a cross of your new arms. Something somewhere and somehow had gone terribly wrong, that much was obvious. But when and where did it happen? You pursed the pair of full lips that you now had the misfortune of calling your own. Clues, you needed clues. Anything would help right now. Your eyes roam the office you stood in, cluttered and partially was the best way to describe it. That is except for one thing–a leather journal kept atop a desk. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes as soon as your eyes landed on the TriForce engraved on the cover. Though it was dim, there was a small glow from the crest to prove your suspicion. Of course it was HER. It was always HER. Sister Dearest, who was older of the two of you, was in trouble once again.

You sneered. Hylia was always taking on more than she needed to to appease the mortals. That overachieving, but loveable idiot. You took a seat in the office chair, which surprisingly wasn't worn and covered in dust. Okay, so your older sister was in trouble again, that much was clear and it wasn't such a big deal. The Hero should be here to handle things pretty soon, right? Right.

You hummed to yourself thinking it over again. The Hero SHOULD have been here, but that didn't explain why you were reincarnated...hell this hasn't happened for the last three generations if you could place a number on it. The crest of Balance, the 'middle' portion of the TriForce, was invisible for a damn reason, you weren't needed. You never have and you never were needed for anything that involved protecting the mortals of the world, but apparently this time you were.

You groaned loudly, laying your head on a stack of papers. What the hell was happening right now? So, after generations of being dependent on each other and leaving you to be lazy and carefree to roam the rose gardens of Paradiso, big sister Hylia and the Hero have unexpectedly decided to pass the torch over to you. How the hell were you supposed to fight Ganon's minions and the wild beasts of this world? They were surely having a field day amongst the chaos of everything. You didn't even know how to handle a sword or even a shield properly. There was always the option of using magic, but how were a few healing spells and one teleportation spell really going to get your sister and the Hero back?

You furrow your brow, running a hand harshly down your face. This was going to be a big pain in the ass to figure out, that is if you could ever figure out where to start with this whole mess. You began to look around the office for more clues. Stacks of paper, a small waste bin, pencils, and a desk...nothing out of the ordinary or particularly useful for your current situation. Whoever this person was, there was no doubt that they were very studious to the point of being a recluse. Very useful indeed.

You drummed your fingers on the top of the desk trying to think of something else. And then it hit you–maybe there was something inside of the desk to get you started? You pulled back the compartments one by one. The first drawer was a bust, just a bunch of paper clips and you guessed it, MORE papers. The second drawer was full of candy wrappers. You shook your head almost smiling. This person was also a candy addict. Nice...the unhealthy eating was surely going to come back and bite you in the ass later when you were running for your life away from bokoblins. The third and forth drawers were empty and a complete waste of time. And then there was the fifth one...odd that a desk would have such an uneven number of drawers, but at this point, you were desperate. You slowly pulled the handle, your heart almost skipping a beat as you did so. Inside was...nothing.

"This is ridiculous..." You concluded with a loud groan leaning back in the leather chair. You close your eyes feeling exasperated. Now was the time to turn your thoughts to a more practical approach. Weapons were a top priority, so seeking out a black smith or merchant for a shield, armor, and sword would have to be done first. Next, you needed to track down the Hero...hopefully he was still alive somewhere. At least the healing spells would come in handy getting him back to his feet...

You suddenly stopped listening closely to the surroundings of the room. Putting your new found ears to use, you focused your energy or what was left of it onto listening to the faint rustle of papers. Your eyes scan the desk suspiciously as the sound was definitely close. And then saw it–a plump brown mouse grooming itself atop a stack of books. Your eyes widened and your jaw fell. So this was how she wanted to play things, hm? If she needed help, why the hell would send Himawari, the smallest and more than likely weakest familiar? Perhaps she thought Hima could prove to be the most effective for sneaking past bokoblins? That made sense and once again, that was a win for big sister Hylia. How annoying.

You then shook your head deciding not to dwell on the sisterly feud between you and Hylia. She and the Hero needed help, and that was what you were here to do. Swallowing your breath, you slowly approached Himawari who was still busy washing her face. Carefully you reached for the creature.

"Okay, Hima, be still..." you whispered, your heart beating rapidly. And what does Himawari do? She jumps. She jumps out of the way and away from your hands. That little bitch. Your eye twitches as the small mammal scurries towards the door and then squeezes herself underneath the gap.

Irritation flaring a growl ripped itself from your throat as you gave chase to the creature that was supposed to help you restore balance to the realm. "Get back here, dammit!"