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I never really understood why I was the one who has to save the world; why I always have to make the decisions and face the villains…
My brother Roy always told me was because I am Zelda Lynn Tore. He told me that if I didn’t do the right thing, I would sit in misery as people’s lives are torn from them… but that was when I was eight and he was twelve. Let’s just say that that was a long time ago.

The trouble started four years after I was born, according to Marth and Roy, when our dad died and mom moved away, leaving the three of us entirely alone; a four-year-old and two eight-year-olds with nothing but a sense of danger and instinctive survival skills…

And we’ve managed just fine. Just fine…

My dirty-blonde hair swung off my shoulder as I climbed off of the slippery, shingled rooftop, landing carefully in the cobblestone plaza below. I headed toward the elegant fountain of Persephone Peach, sitting in the center of the empty plaza like the most perfect centerpiece. I sat on the edge of it, my eyes greedily taking in the tranquil rose petals floating in the icy cold, clear water. Even their scenet from afar was deliciously relaxing…

Atop the fountain stood a statue of my good friend; every detail of the fountain was exactly like her, from her heart-shaped face, down to every strand of her bushy hair. Even her eyes looked so realistic that I was afraid they might roll in my direction…

“Zel!” I turned at his familiar voice. A boy a few years older than myself came marching forward awkwardly, with his chest puffed up. His crimson hair shone in the midday sunlight and his blue eyes twinkled with excitement.

“What is it Roy?” I leapt off the fountain edge and dashed toward him with open arms, stopping mere inches in front of him.

“Could you be any more crazy?” another boy, the same age as the last, with strking colbalt blue hair, strode over confidently as if he owned the world. His blue eyes to match his hair shone eagerly. It was strange and rather funny to me that two brothers could be so alike and not even realize. I smiled at the thought.

“Anyway, what do you two need?” I turned toward Roy again.

“Princess Persephone is having a ceremony at noon and we thought we’d arrive early,” Roy grinned toothily, “We don’t need anything from you,”

“Can’t you just call her Peach like I do?” I asked impatiently

“You know, Zelda, Princess Persephone only allows you call her that because you are the youngest of the three of us. We,” Marth gestured to himself and Roy, “have to be respectful to the woman who is one person away from becoming ruler of Hyture.”
Roy snickered; I smirked. “Princess Persephone said she doesn’t mind if you want to call her Peach, Marth; I just thought you preffered calling her Persephone,” Roy laughed.
Marth’s face twisted in confusion, as if this were some sick joke. He scoffed and turned to leave, his aqua cape flying out behind him as he turned away.

“He’s so conceited, with such a big ego,” Roy said grimly. Marth clearly didn’t get his joke…

“You would think he’d be a little less conceited since he’s living with the luckiest, most wonderful girl, Princess Persephone,” I sighed, telling myself that he would never get a smaller head.

Roy snorted in reply.

I punched him in the arm playfully.

“Zel, you’re twelve years old-” he explained, rubbing his sore arm- “you’re not going to be beautiful until you’re at least sixteen years old. Besides, you’re right, the luckiest, most wonderful girl in the universe is Sammi– I mean– that space ranger traveling the universe in her spaceship…”

Roy’s eyes began to glaze over as he daydreamed about the wonderful, brave Sammi. I was sure drool was about to roll out of his mouth at any second. I simply couldn’t resist punching him in the arm again.

B&A Does the start of my story intrigue, or is it too boring?

Marth and Roy are twins. This is a Sci. Fi./ Medevil fantasy story. It takes place on a planet called Hyture. The Northern half of Hyture is like in the future and the Southern half is medevil. Hope you like it.

I never really understood why I was the one who has to save the world; why I always have to make the decisions and face the villains…
My brother Roy always told me was because I am Zelda Lynn Tore. He told me that if I didn’t do the right thing, I would sit in misery as people’s lives are torn from them… but that was when I was eight and he was twelve. Let’s just say that that was a long time ago.

The trouble started four years after I was born, according to Marth and Roy, when our dad died and mom moved away, leaving the three of us entirely alone; a four-year-old and two eight-year-olds with nothing but a sense of danger and instinctive survival skills…

And we’ve managed just fine. Just fine…

My dirty-blonde hair swung off my shoulder as I climbed off of the slippery, shingled rooftop, landing carefully in the cobblestone plaza below. I headed toward the elegant fountain of Persephone Peach, sitting in the center of the empty plaza like the most perfect centerpiece. I sat on the edge of it, my eyes greedily taking in the tranquil rose petals floating in the icy cold, clear water. Even their scenet from afar was deliciously relaxing…

Atop the fountain stood a statue of my good friend; every detail of the fountain was exactly like her, from her heart-shaped face, down to every strand of her bushy hair. Even her eyes looked so realistic that I was afraid they might roll in my direction…

“Zel!” I turned at his familiar voice. A boy a few years older than myself came marching forward awkwardly, with his chest puffed up. His crimson hair shone in the midday sunlight and his blue eyes twinkled with excitement.

“What is it Roy?” I leapt off the fountain edge and dashed toward him with open arms, stopping mere inches in front of him.

“Could you be any more crazy?” another boy, the same age as the last, with strking colbalt blue hair, strode over confidently as if he owned the world. His blue eyes to match his hair shone eagerly. It was strange and rather funny to me that two brothers could be so alike and not even realize. I smiled at the thought.

“Anyway, what do you two need?” I turned toward Roy again.

“Princess Persephone is having a ceremony at noon and we thought we’d arrive early,” Roy grinned toothily, “We don’t need anything from you,”

“Can’t you just call her Peach like I do?” I asked impatiently

“You know, Zelda, Princess Persephone only allows you call her that because you are the youngest of the three of us. We,” Marth gestured to himself and Roy, “have to be respectful to the woman who is one person away from becoming ruler of Hyture.”
Roy snickered; I smirked. “Princess Persephone said she doesn’t mind if you want to call her Peach, Marth; I just thought you preffered calling her Persephone,” Roy laughed.
Marth’s face twisted in confusion, as if this were some sick joke. He scoffed and turned to leave, his aqua cape flying out behind him as he turned away.

“He’s so conceited, with such a big ego,” Roy said grimly. Marth clearly didn’t get his joke…

“You would think he’d be a little less conceited since he’s living with the luckiest, most wonderful girl, Princess Persephone,” I sighed, telling myself that he would never get a smaller head.

Roy snorted in reply.

I punched him in the arm playfully.

“Zel, you’re twelve years old-” he explained, rubbing his sore arm- “you’re not going to be beautiful until you’re at least sixteen years old. Besides, you’re right, the luckiest, most wonderful girl in the universe is Sammi– I mean– that space ranger traveling the universe in her spaceship…”

Roy’s eyes began to glaze over as he daydreamed about the wonderful, brave Sammi. I was sure drool was about to roll out of his mouth at any second. I simply couldn’t resist punching him in the arm again.

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B&A How does the start of my story sound?

Marth and Roy are twins. This is a Sci. Fi./ Medevil fantasy story. It takes place on a planet called Hyture. The Northern half of Hyture is like in the future and the Southern half is medevil. Hope you like it.

I never really understood why I was the one who has to save the world; why I always have to make the decisions and face the villains…
My brother Roy always told me was because I am Zelda Lynn Tore. He told me that if I didn’t do the right thing, I would sit in misery as people’s lives are torn from them… but that was when I was eight and he was twelve. Let’s just say that that was a long time ago.

The trouble started four years after I was born, according to Marth and Roy, when our dad died and mom moved away, leaving the three of us entirely alone; a four-year-old and two eight-year-olds with nothing but a sense of danger and instinctive survival skills…

And we’ve managed just fine. Just fine…

My dirty-blonde hair swung off my shoulder as I climbed off of the slippery, shingled rooftop, landing carefully in the cobblestone plaza below. I headed toward the elegant fountain of Persephone Peach, sitting in the center of the empty plaza like the most perfect centerpiece. I sat on the edge of it, my eyes greedily taking in the tranquil rose petals floating in the icy cold, clear water. Even their scenet from afar was deliciously relaxing…

Atop the fountain stood a statue of my good friend; every detail of the fountain was exactly like her, from her heart-shaped face, down to every strand of her bushy hair. Even her eyes looked so realistic that I was afraid they might roll in my direction…

“Zel!” I turned at his familiar voice. A boy a few years older than myself came marching forward awkwardly, with his chest puffed up. His crimson hair shone in the midday sunlight and his blue eyes twinkled with excitement.

“What is it Roy?” I leapt off the fountain edge and dashed toward him with open arms, stopping mere inches in front of him.

“Could you be any more crazy?” another boy, the same age as the last, with strking colbalt blue hair, strode over confidently as if he owned the world. His blue eyes to match his hair shone eagerly. It was strange and rather funny to me that two brothers could be so alike and not even realize. I smiled at the thought.

“Anyway, what do you two need?” I turned toward Roy again.

“Princess Persephone is having a ceremony at noon and we thought we’d arrive early,” Roy grinned toothily, “We don’t need anything from you,”

“Can’t you just call her Peach like I do?” I asked impatiently

“You know, Zelda, Princess Persephone only allows you call her that because you are the youngest of the three of us. We,” Marth gestured to himself and Roy, “have to be respectful to the woman who is one person away from becoming ruler of Hyture.”
Roy snickered; I smirked. “Princess Persephone said she doesn’t mind if you want to call her Peach, Marth; I just thought you preffered calling her Persephone,” Roy laughed.
Marth’s face twisted in confusion, as if this were some sick joke. He scoffed and turned to leave, his aqua cape flying out behind him as he turned away.

“He’s so conceited, with such a big ego,” Roy said grimly. Marth clearly didn’t get his joke…

“You would think he’d be a little less conceited since he’s living with the luckiest, most wonderful girl, Princess Persephone,” I sighed, telling myself that he would never get a smaller head.

Roy snorted in reply.

I punched him in the arm playfully.

“Zel, you’re twelve years old-” he explained, rubbing his sore arm- “you’re not going to be beautiful until you’re at least sixteen years old. Besides, you’re right, the luckiest, most wonderful girl in the universe is Sammi– I mean– that space ranger traveling the universe in her spaceship…”

Roy’s eyes began to glaze over as he daydreamed about the wonderful, brave Sammi. I was sure drool was about to roll out of his mouth at any second. I simply couldn’t resist punching him in the arm again.

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