Dreams of a Hero

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Curtains were moved shut, a woman with black hair turning towards her husband quickly. "Do you have everything...?" She asked, yellow eyes watching as his red cape moved against his back.

Her husband let out a growl of frustration, a gloved hand moving to place strands of hair back into place. "As much as we can simply take now." He replied, quietly shushing a whining baby in his arms.

The woman nodded, glancing at the scepter siting distractedly in the corner of the quiet room. She hesitated for a moment, contemplating on whether she wanted to leave it or take it.

"Laila. Leave it." Her husband voiced, his voice strained.

The walls around their quaint little home shuddered and groaned, prompting the baby to let out scared wails and cries.

The black haired woman, Laila, grit her teeth as she watched her husband try and calm the baby once more. "Go. I'll handle them." She ordered, moving to push her husband out the door.

"What? I can't just leave you to fight all of them by yourself!" Her husband yelled, looking Laila in the eyes. The look on confusion and hurt. Laila couldn't stand looking at those eyes anymore.

Splinters of rock, cement, and wood sprayed into the room and Laila wasted no time using her body as a shield to protect her family from the debris. Quickly, the woman grabbed the scepter and thew it in her husband's direction who caught it with a gloved hand.

"Go. They know of your abilities, but not mine. For the sake of our child, go." Laila sent her husband a sweet smile, one that sent a emotion of distress within. As the first enemy stepped into the room, sword sharp and ready, Laila got ready with no hesitation.

Her husband stared for a few moments, body struck with fear as he watched his wife run into the mob of monsters. With a shake of his head he turned, running down stairs and swiveling past furniture to escape the house.

Now in the woods, the man sighed, holding tightly onto the child in his arms as he was forced to listen to his wife screams of agony. Despite his mind telling him to return to her side, fight like the demon he was, he rejected the thought - continuing on.

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That grueling event was fifthteen years ago, and the child in the man's arms grew up into the calm teenage girl. With black hair and sharp (e/c) eyes, the girl is most likely found surrounded by boys who like her during her free time.

When not surrounded by boys from her village, the girl is sometimes found in the deepest parts of the forest - staring at lakes or watching butterflies and ladybugs fly in a rhythm in the air.

Other times she is seen chatting with the princess and her loyal servant, and it is easy to tell that both seem to be protective over the black haired girl.

Now, here she was, sleeping comfortably in her bed as the night waned on. Her dreams comforted her... yet also confused her.

Her dreams always consisted of a boy who appeared to be her age, with blonde hair and the sharpest blue eyes. He seemed to be wearing a green tunic, and a small smile made a way to her face.

However as the boy turned towards her and opened his mouth to say something, she was shook awake.

"Hey," A male voice called from above her, filled with impatience and worriness. "We have to go. Princess Zelda ordered me to come and get you."

Finally the teen girl opened her eyes, mouth falling into an 'o' shape as she stared at the one who woke her.

"You're... you're the one from my dream..."