So, instead of working on new chapters for my two continuing stories, I write a kinda depressing oneshot at 9:30 at night when by all means I should be sleeping. You're welcome.

Prompt: Just a Story

Just a story. Just a story. Just a story.

She repeated it again and again in her head after she came here, nonstop. She's not from here. She's not from the rich plains of Hyrule Field, the flowing Zora's Domain, the towering Death Mountain, the mysterious Forbidden Forest. She's not from here.

Just a story. Just a story. Just a story.

That's what she told herself. She's not from these people who call themselves her parents, she's not from this family, who have never had children before and never will after her. She's not from the people who call her, hoping she'll answer, she's not from letters, from cuccos, she's not from wells, from farms, from graveyards.

Just a story. Just a story. Just a story.

She's not from the place where the seeds of destruction have been planted, she's not from the place where darkness will soon reign for seven years. She's not from the place where a young boy has to save the world, where a foolish Princess tries to help, but opens the door for evil instead. She's not from here.

Just a story. Just a story. Just a story.

She's from large cities, from cars, from phones, technology. She's from her family who cares, her brothers, her parents, her unborn sibling. She's the future, she's from another place. She's from far, far away, where all of this is just a story.

Just a story. Just a story. Just a story.

As death looms over her, the skeletons of the night, the darkness finally here, she is forced to acknowledge the truth with her last breath, mourning what was and what never could be.

It's not a story.