My story begins so long ago, It seems like eons since my sheltered and pleasant childhood, yet it has only been only 17 years since those days. It is strange how after bad events, the pleasant times seem so much further away than they really are. My life began not in this world of Termina, but in another. How far apart are they? Who knows. are the alternate realities? Or just separate continents? This is a mystery, even to me.

The story of my life begins in the divine kingdom of Hyrule. The place I was born and raised, In the thriving town of Kakariko. Back then, It was not the mediocre village you may know of, but a bustling town, twice the size it is now, that stood equal with that of the Hylians. The center of the town, the lowest level, alive with stalls and wagons. Merchants yelling there wears across the market, competing to be the most heard. Shoppers buzzing everywhere. Searching for a bargain, or maybe just some bread and milk for supper. Anything you could want, from the finest silks, to the tastiest pastries. you could find in that market place.

Surrounding the marketplace, but raised slightly were numerous buildings. Some housed more shops, like tailors and game rooms. But most were houses for the townspeople. Ranging from large roomy manors for the upper class and nobility, next to the steep earth walls that surrounded the town, to the ramshackle huts of the poor, closest to the constant noise of the market. And in the mess of houses lied many various alleyways. Were the children played by day, and were frequented by homeless, drunks, and shady goings on by the light of the moon.

At the west most side of the village, were the steep earth walls narrowed to nothing but a natural alleyway no more than 6 feet across, lied the gate to the village. It was a tall and almost frightening structure, made of wrought iron as black as the deepest night. Reaching the height of two men, It stoped all unwanted tourists and various monsters from entering the village. A similar structure lied on the north side of the village, doing the same thing for any visitors from the mountain region. This was necessary in those times, for Hyrule was not the peaceful utopia it is today. Territory disputes and refugees or spy from other races were common place, but usually only slight hindrance to us.

And who could not notice the finest structure of them all, built centuries ago, when the village was founded by our forefathers. Starting deep underground in the hill on the east side of the village, and its highest turrets reaching a good five stories up, Taking up the entire gap in the sheer hills either side of it, The view from the top spanning the entire village, parts of the Hyrule Field, and even the taller buildings of the Hylian town. Flags with the symbol of our people hanging below most of the windows. The castle of the royal family was a sight to behold.

Yes, all in all, the great town of Kakariko, Home to the noble Shiekah people. Was safe to say one of the biggest and most populated areas in all Hyrule. Rivalling even our neighbours the Hylians. But a note of advice, Being one of the biggest usually also means being one of the best and strongest. And in our case I believe that to be true. Not only did we produce many strong, silent, stealthy warriors, But the magic passed down by our ancestors was some of the strongest out there, not as strong as some of the magic the Hylians hold, but still a very high level. And being so, can attract the attention of many, many other people, most of which, is bad, you are seen as a threat, and must be taken care of. But this time, this place, is all so far away. Yet....only a mere 35 years ago.

This was the time I was born into, so long ago...