For the next two weeks, Sheik had to heal. I had to make meals (that weren't nearly as good as his), and help him get better.

We did little to no training. I went down to the west field to do some archery now and then, and I asked a girl if she would like to help me practice my hand-to-hand combat. I won by a landslide.

But when he said that he wished that everyone who worked for Ganon would die--that I would die--I got very scared. Him wishing that I was dead made me... afraid. And I don't know why. I don't want him to wish for me to be dead, which is weird considering that it's me we're talking about.

When I asked how he was injured, he told me that during the invasion, Rhia was running after her parents who were warriors. An arrow flew over the wooden fence and straight towards her. Sheik ran and grabbed her, but not fast enough. The arrow went into his shoulder. Then, when the white-hot pain radiated through him, a protector slipped. A bokoblin ran in, and smashed Sheik's ankle while he was down.

After progressive potions and forced feeding, Sheik's healed. Better than he was before, in fact. He's back to cooking, and we're back to training.

While he cooked breakfast, I sat at the table and twiddled my thumbs, waiting for food. After he dished it out, I asked, "What's in the schedule for today?"

He swallowed. "Horseback riding."

I almost choked. I'd never seen a horse in person, and I'd definitely never touched one. So I've barely gotten out, sue me. And that's where we stand now. In the eastern field, propped with obstacles and walls to jump over, with a stable on the far side.

"Ready?" Sheik asks. My first instinct is to say 'absolutely not,' but I know that won't change his mind.

"As I'll ever be," I mutter. When we walk through the fields to the stable, I say, "I've never heard of the Sheikah riding horses. I don't think anyone knew."

"Good. We don't want to be influenced, and we want to keep our ways secret," he responds. Sheik hands me reins, and my eyes widen.

My eyes travel up the reins, to see them tied to the mouth of a horse. It whinnies and blows hot air in my face, and I almost shriek.

"Coming?" Sheik questions, standing alongside his black horse.

I run over to him, completely forgetting about my death grip on the the reins. The horse pulls back, and my feet fly out from under me, and I hit the dirt-and-hay covered floor with a thump. Sheik grins.

I get up with a humiliating blush, and glare at the horse. It neighs, as if laughing. After I manage to get my stupid, stubborn horse out of the stable, Sheik helps me onto its back.

My feet are set into the stirrups at my sides, and my hands have such a tight grip on the reins that my knuckles are white. I'm chewing my lip beneath my bandana, which I only do when I'm nervous. Apparently, the Sheikah ride bareback; which, if you haven't ridden a horse, hurts. A lot. All that's on here is just stirrups strapped on by themselves.

To make it all better, animals hate me. Some people may be whisperers and excellent with them, but they downright hate me. I don't know why! It's not like I've kicked a cat or murdered a dog before.

"Okay," he says, adjusting my hands on the reigns. "These horses are already trained. And, they have different verbal commands than normal. Say 'go' to move, and 'whoa' to stop. Gently pull the side of the reins that you want her to turn, and she'll obey." Somehow, I don't think she will. "When you're ready, tell her. Get her up to a good speed before you try to jump, and approach it head-on. Not from an angle," he adds. "Ready?"

I gulp. "I guess..."

"Then tell her to go."

I take a breath. This horse undeniably hates me.

"Uh... Go?" I say, more like a question.

She rears, and starts to run. Fast. My hands lose the reins, and I scream. I wrap my arms around its neck, which are like twigs compared to it. My feet fall out of the stirrups, and I'm practically on my belly riding this thing. It huffs, like its laughing.

"Sheik!" I scream, and close my eyes. I'm scared, and I don't know what else to do.

I crack one eye open, and see people running out of the horse's path. They're jumping out of the way, and others are telling their horses to go, to get away from us. We're already halfway across the ginormous field.

"Karma!" Sheik yells back, and I look behind me. His hair is blown back when his horse gallops, quickly catching up to mine.

"Help m-me!" I yell back, my voice shaky from the bumps and nervousness.

His black stallion sprints in front of us, and cuts off my horse. She skids to a stop, and I go flying off her back. I fly through the air, my hair out of my face. When I look down, I see Sheik's eyes widening in horror. I rocket over his head, and I spastically start to wave my arms as my feet start to go over my head. My feet do go over my head, and my back slams into a huge bail of hay.

It feels like cement on contact, and all the blood rushes to my face because I'm upside down. Sheik screams my name, and my body slides to the ground. My skull cracks against it, and my feet fall to the ground, so that I'm once again on my stomach, on the ground.

Sheik flips me over, and the sun blasts swords into my eyes from the brightness. My head spins, and I feel like my neck is at the wrong angle though it's not. He pulls me onto his lap, and his worried eyes look down on me.

"Karma! Are you okay?" He asks, and I get up.

Sheik lets me go, and I look away from him. Geez, nice job looking like even more of a fool in front of him. My face burns with embarrassment, and I feel like running away.

"I'm fine." I get up, and the blood rushes back to my body. I press my fingers to my temples until the feeling subsides, and then look straight.

"Are you sure?" He inquires, not masking his concern.

"Yes. I... I think I forgot something back at your house, I'll be right back," I respond. Before he has a chance to ask what, I walk away from him, and towards the gate.

People stare at me, the whole field has gone quiet. They look angry, and others look pitying. I watch the ground with newfound interest, while the humiliation begins to prick at my eyes. I wasn't lying, though. I forgot my mirror at his house, as stupid as that sounds.

The furious whispers die down as I walk away, and rub my elbow. My back hit the bail hard, and my head slammed into the ground. Then, after balancing on my head for a moment, my body flopped forward. Can you say, embarrassing?

My eyes get blurry, and I quicken my pace. I finally reach the gate, and walk into the village. The cool breeze attempts to dry my tears, but I sniffle and walk with my head down. Even now, people are staring at me. Just move on, people. Move on.

At least forgetting that stupid mirror gave me an excuse to leave. I'm beyond mortified at what happened. Maybe, I'll sneak into the stables and kill that horse tonight. It deserves it. It's all that horse's fault. If I got the well-behaved stallion that Sheik got, then maybe I could have failed... less.

My face starts to burn again at the memory, and my eyes start to water. The hell do I care if I look like an idiot?! I'll be killing these people in two weeks!

For some unexplainable reason, I feel so embarrassed that I did it in front of Sheik. If it happened in front of anyone else, I wouldn't have cared. But I feel self-conscious around Sheik, and like an incompetent moron.

And why can't I just get over it? Keep the past in the past. Thankfully, whispers distract me as I walk by the elder's large tent.

"She's doing great."

"Yes. She's definitely trying."

"Very hard, at that! She has a gift for archery, and I here she moves like lightning!"

The elder's conversation floats through the tent, and I stop. I press my head against the fabric, and their voices become clearer.

"She's beautiful, too."

"Sheik's a lucky man, haha!"

Sheik isn't lucky. It must suck having to be my teacher. And what was that meant to imply? It's not like we're a couple or madly in love. Gross. Luck would kill me if I even got that close to him.

"I already consider her to be one of us," an elder says. My breath stops, so I can hear them better.

"Yes, so do I. She's a smart, proper lady, and I appreciate that she is trying. Most people don't have her determination."

I pull away, and run to Sheik's house. They think I'm worthy of being a Sheikah? Ha, they are sadly mistaken. Honestly, and I'll never admit this to anyone but myself, but I don't think I'm worthy enough for these people.

I kick open the door, and start rummaging through the drawers to find wherever I put my mirror. I haven't really kept in touch with Luck or Hope either, but I can only assume that they're doing well.

When my hands don't touch anything resembling a mirror, I walk to the cabinet instead to retrieve part of the potion that Sheik didn't have. My head is splitting open after I fell with all my weight on it. Wow, I must be more unlucky than anyone who meets with Luck.

But I'll be just as unlucky if I start getting attached to these people. How did Hope deal with this? To make it more complicated, Sheik and I have become... Friends, if I do say so myself; over these past two weeks. We got to know each other a bit, and we understand each other.

Why do I care?! Ugh, these thoughts are making my head throb. I take a swig of the potion, and I immediately feel it numbing my pain. Just for extra precaution (and to end the questioning of my motives) I take another gulp, and feel woozy.

But... Lighter. Freer, and more... Balanced. So what if I'm drunk off of a potion, all my stupid questions have stopped. Or, so I think. Right then, another unthinkable questions snakes into my mental process that makes my heart stop.

Do I really want to kill these people?