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Chapter 1: Snow and Nostalgia.

Link trudged through the blankets of snow that engulfed Hyrule Field. The swirling white clouds of ice and wind seared him. His sword felt heavy on his back, and he was horribly frostbitten in the thin walls of his traveling cloak. Link contemplated exactly how unfair the circumstance of his arrival were... He questioned why the Ocarina snug in his tunic didn't have something to turn the weather off. The hero considered stopping to find some sort of shelter; there's no way he could get to or even locate Hyrule Castle in this mass of frost. Unfortunately, chance does not favor the destined.

Link's vision exploded into a plethora of interesting colors and shapes mixed in the bleak whiteness of his surroundings; he'd been struck his over the head with a heavy, blunt object. It was impossible to react properly as the offender had knocked Link off balance, making him hit a snowbank hard. He heard very incoherent noises similar to speech, but it was hard to determine if they were human; the ringing in his ears and the merciless wind were beating against his senses. Assuming the worst, Link stayed still, breathing laboriously. His head was lower than his torso, causing things to fumble in his tunic uncomfortably. It felt like something dislodged from the garment and landed on his face. His breathing was heavy, but would the attackers notice? From his journey he had discovered anything that was not two inches from you could not be defined clearly with the naked eye. His traveling cloak had been knocked off, so he was struggling with all his might to stay still in the biting cold. He was very close to shivering violently. Before he decided to get up, and attack what was causing him so much grief, he heard the voices a bit more clearly.

"What did we hit?", he heard. Link strained his ears with all his might to try to locate the direction of the source of said speech. The wind was preventing him from that task, however, and Link decided that the Goddesses were playing with him.

~ ~ ~

Link had come far to this land. He was exhausted. In his childhood days, he had come to be known as a hero. A hero worthy of praise, as he had saved an entire world; the parallel existence of his reality known as Termina. Link was sure it was a different world. He couldn't return to his land through any means. But now he had escaped the universe that praised him almost more than the one he was currently in. His frustration was mounting the moment he had stepped into the frozen wasteland that was Hyrule Field, after his nth time of trying to return through what he had entered through. Link was standing at the usual attempted place, and was staring with something close to fury at the place he had entered. It had been seven years, and he was wondering if he should just quit trying. Termina had been good to him. They had clothed him, given him free food and drink whenever he wanted it, and they questioned him not when he went to the place of his arrival. He did hint several times at every one of his dining tables that each time he left, he may never return. As such, they never developed a close relationship with Link, though most certainly wanted to.

The hero decided to go back to the place he had come from, which was supposedly connected to the Lost Woods. But Link wasn't sure about that back then. Link was in this place, this cursed place, this one-way entrance to the world that was doomed from the start. A place Link had to face fear and trials time and time again, purely to save the ones he cared about. Link was sitting cross-legged, staring at the patch of ground where he had so suddenly appeared from that corridor that haunted his dreams. He was wondering if the Goddesses had wanted it. Thinking reflectively, though, it seemed trouble did not find Link... Link, in reality, found trouble. Just not purposely.

He got up, and stretched. Link wanted to get this over with. He'd brought a traveling cloak in case it was chilly in Hyrule; he could never figure out Terminan seasons. He wondered how Zelda and the Kokiri were doing. Had they been worried? Link was also a coveted hero in Hyrule. He knew he should be missed, if the Terminans hailed Link so much. Link sighed at the thought, and lied down on the cold, wet grass. He knew he wasn't going home. The cloak in his arms would never be worn, he would never see Zelda again, and the rest of the Kokiri would never welcome him the same again. He was frustrated with this life in Termina. Everyone looked the same as the people of Hyrule... They were very different, though. Kafei was Link's closest thing to a friend. He knew what it's like to be shoved out of your natural state. Kafei also knew he might never see Link again. But Link was probably going to quit sometime in his life and prove him wrong. Link's negative thinking had triggered a thought. What if he'd be happier if he was in Termina? What if he'd stay out of trouble, and have a good, happy life?

And he promptly landed on his face in the snow.

~ ~ ~

Link was not cold. No. He had passed that point. He was bone-chilled. He was nearing the point in which he would be completely frostbitten. He had to get his limbs moving, or he'd be a block of ice. The voices had been speaking for almost ten minutes. He had not yet identified their names, and he probably knew them; the problem was that he had been gone for several years. He thought about the situation. If it was a familiar person, they'd likely recognize him; he was wearing a fresh tunic in the same design as his old tunic, which was preserved in Termina, on display in the clock tower. He missed the familiar Kokiri tunic feel, though, and was starting to wish he had his old tunic. The white leggings were very thin, too, so his legs weren't protected. Link had to get up, and indeed, he intended to, but should he draw his sword or ask for a hand? This was very difficult. The snow was masking any humanity in the sounds.

He could make some out, still.

"No. We shoul --- o that. If that --- we --- and the --- would ---."

"May--- and the --- be so ---."

"Yes, but that --- because --- �."

Link was getting furious. He inhaled sharply, pausing in pain when the cold air stung his nose and lungs, and jumped, yelling as he drew his sword. The scene in front of him was burned into his mind, somewhat in blind confusion.

It was Malon and Talon having a pleasant dinner in the back of the milk wagon.

With a wild, reckless abandon of anything he considered even slightly noble, Link leapt into the wagon and shoved one of the steaks into his mouth, rolled over, and lost consciousness. Before totally losing it, though, he felt lifted, like weight was removed from his... face?

If he had stayed awake a bit longer, though, he would have heard a familiar voice. "... I told you I saw something green."

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Chapter 2: Pleasant Reunions.

Link awoke, still tasting the meat he had so rudely stuffed in his mouth. His eyes were closed, and he was warm, situated comfortably on something that had to be a bed. He thought of Malon. Did she really recognize him? Most could not have mistaken him for anyone less than the Hero of Time. Which is probably why he was in this warm comfy... Bed? Link didn't care at the moment. He rubbed temples in thought, eyes still closed. The fingers on his head betrayed the presence of an outline on his face. Link opened his eyes, and was greeted with Malon's dimly lit room. There were a few candles lit, and he very well might have been in a bed. The stars were helping him see. He felt the bed, and found it surprisingly lumpy. The bed could have been a cow. Link never knew what to expect in his life anymore. For all he knew he could be laying on a cow. Lost in thought, the hero was staring at a mirror in the opposite side of the room. He hopped off the bed. Someone had put his cloak on a chair which had previously been facing the bed he was laying in. Link looked at it fondly; he had thought he would never wear it. Even though the cloak had not served him well at all, he considered it something he loved from his previous home. He was in Hyrule. He had made it.

Link approached the mirror, still wearing the tunic that had previously sheltered him, however poorly, from the cold. He was glad that whoever gave him a bed was so kind as to remove some of the extra equipment from his person, though. The Sword he had received from the Great Fairy herself was sitting innocently on the same chair his cloak was draped over. If anything was good about being an adult, it's that things that were difficult to wield before were easier now. Link had trained himself to wield the sword with one hand and had been using it as his primary form of protection. He was content at this moment. His many masks were still stored in his tunic, though, and they were getting uncomfortable, so he removed a couple and tossed them onto the bed. Among them, he dislodged the Fierce Deity Mask. It stared, emotionless, at the ceiling. Link stared a bit at the mask, as if staring at it would help him better understand what the thing was. Its seemingly emotionless glare was as mysterious as the thing that had given it to him. He broke his gaze from the mask and stared at the mirror.

Even in the dim light, he could see the previous presence of a very heavy something. Link felt his face again. the outline was still there. How long had he been out? He examined the imprint more closely. The odd shape jolted Link's memory. The outline was very curvy and irregular. The Stone Mask! In all the confusion and numbing cold he did not notice that the wagon hitting him had knocked the Stone Mask onto his face! It made perfect sense. That's why they didn't help sooner. The Stone Mask had the power to render the wearer completely unnoticeable. That's why they saw him when he jumped in. The mask fell off when he stood up, as Link had not properly strapped the accessory to his face. Link searched furiously for the mask; it was possibly one of the most useful masks in his possession. When he found nothing, he searched the room. There was nothing. The dresser supporting the mirror yielded women's clothing, so Link completely dropped the idea of searching it again.

Link was in the middle of looking under the bed, being very uncomfortable in the small gap between the floor and the mattress, when he heard the door open. Link froze, but he had had enough of freezing, so he relaxed, and assumed it was Talon, or Malon. The latter being more likely, he tried to get out from under the bed clumsily, scratching himself on the edge of the bed. He got up, brushed himself off, and cleared his throat. He saw Malon, so much like Cremia, standing before him. He's seen Malon as an adult before as well, so he was not surprised at her grown form. He had seen the older Romani, too, and knew what Malon would look like as well. Not much difference, as it had always been. Same shoulder length red hair, blue eyes, white and purple dress... It was apparently the standard for such a person. However, Link was not used to such a concerned face from her.

"... Link!", she spoke, "We all had thought you had disappeared forever! Was it bad? You were sleeping restlessly."

Link was expecting this. He thought he had left forever as well. He explained some of the situation to her; just not the disturbing similarities of the residents; he thought she might think of him as askew from his trip, as most of it was very frightening, even in description. "Hmm... Well, I guess that means you're back for a while, then. We know you're not used to this kind of cold; the seasons are all confused! This kind of cold isn't natural for this time of year. The blizzard just barged in a couple days ago!" She looked away from his gaze, "It's been very... Wrong since you left. Everything. Oh, and sorry for hitting you with the milk wagon; it's a bumpy road out there... We just stopped to let the horses take a breather. You were sleeping for half an hour though. Are you sure you shouldn't rest?" Link declined, then forgave her, sorry for this unfortunate event, and asked where Talon was. She directed him to the other room, where Talon was sleeping soundly, though Link noticed bags under his eyes; he hadn't been sleeping soundly like this for a while. Link asked if Malon knew where the Stone Mask was, describing its shape and face to her. "We went straight back to the ranch after you passed out. I didn't see a mask."

Link got up, gathered his items, and traveling cloak, thanked Malon, and asked for a heavier cloak. She handed him a thick woolen one, and he left. "Please visit soon! We haven't seen you in ages!" Link looked back smiling slightly, putting his finger to his lips. He then remembered he did not bring Epona. Though it would be better for her, Epona was still in Termina. Link felt very lonely without his beloved horse. He trudged on toward Hyrule Castle, thinking of the fate of the Stone Mask. He would go back and get it when he could see the ground properly. Or if Zelda was so kind to help him out, he could even get the Hylian guards to help him search for it, Link pondered optimistically. He would just have to find out when he got there.

~Chapter End~

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Chapter 3: For Old Time's Sake

Link was nearing the castle; the snow let up a little allowing his view to broaden a bit more. He felt the crunch of the snow under his feet and wondered what everyone in Termina would think once they discovered Link was gone. Link sighed. He had to say goodbye to a home in Hyrule before, but last time, they knew he was going. This time, they were probably worried. He could see the familiar entrance from afar, which he had seen first in a dream.

Link was at the entrance to Hyrule Castle Town. The sky was dark and menacing, creating an ominous atmosphere befitting the introduction of a great evil... The drawbridge opened, allowing a man wearing black armor to ride outside the town walls. He was of the Gerudo tribe, a race that boasted dark skin and flaming orange hair. His smile bespoke nothing but wrong intentions...

Link approached the fantastic walls and the image was clear in his mind. Not much had changed, except they added another tower into the castle, and the bridge was made of new wood. He could smell the faint aroma of cooking food from the chimneys of the town's residents. Link looked longingly at the castle. He broke into a run, careful to keep his of his cloak's hood over his face, and the rest of the cloak on his body. Even his boots may trigger someone's memory. He wanted to continue unabated to Hyrule Castle. Had the Hylian Royal Family known about Termina as well? Had they known Link may have stumbled upon a world of no clear escape? Link had never heard of anyone entering Termina, not even in the Kokiri Forest, where the Lost Woods-- the gateway to the entrance of Termina-- were clear knowledge. Perhaps the Kokiri had kept it a secret from Link as well? Link got to the gate, and entered Castle Town.

Castle Town was emptier than he had left it, but it was still crowded. People in thick cloaks, or small children in more clothing than usual running around chasing the dogs running around the street. There seemed to be a few cats, too. The snow seemed to be a small obstacle for regular life in Hyrule. Link thought in regret about Zora's Domain, still frozen even after the ordeal. The effects of Zelda's spell didn't do much for major changes.

Zelda and Link were on a plane of existence all to themselves. Everything was white, and they were alone. Link had just defeated Ganon and ended his destructive path. Link was an adult, stripped of his youth by the effects of the Master Sword. Zelda apologized, tears almost forming in her eyes. She expressed her regret that Link couldn't experience his childhood, and, bading farewell, she took Link's Ocarina of Time and sent him back to the point before his adventure and Hyrule's troubles began.

Saria, his close friend, still became a sage and left the Kokiri Forest. The Gerudo continued thieving, however, not from the poor, but steadily increasing with such thievery since the loss of Nabooru, who had become a sage, but Link, having no status in the tribe, could do nothing to prevent them from stealing. Ruto again was afflicted with a fascination with Link, still becoming a sage. Though Zora's Domain froze randomly; no one knew what caused it. Other than small outbursts of wrongdoing, or odd events, Hyrule had remained peaceful.

Link walked through the bustle of the town, unnoticed in the sales, chatter, and general noise of a busy town. Link basked in the noise. He missed Hyrule Castle Town's liveliness. It was something not in trouble. Something that did not to be saved because he knew it was something that persevered. He approached the gates of Hyrule Castle from the entrance south of the castle. A guard stopped him at the gates.

"This is the entrance to the Castle of the noble Family of Hyrule's loyalty. If you wish to be in audience of royalty, you must have a good reason." Link knew this guard. He had seen him many times on his regular visits to Zelda, sometimes sneaking by him just for fun. Link laughed at the thought.

"Do you find their nobility humorous? Reveal your intentions and your self to me and I may let you pass."

Link knew what to do. If this guard was truly the man he thought he was, he'd know the right thing to do. Link warned the man not to tell, under any circumstances, who he was or that he was here. "I cannot guarantee that, but if you are deemed important enough, you may have your privacy." Link lifted his hood, and the guard stood rigid on the spot. "Very well," the guard said, rather emotionally, "You may see the Princess." He struck the ground with his spear, and the gate slowly slid open. Link walked silently up to the castle, with his hood back up. The guards saluted him, and Link entered the castle.

Link saw the familiar red carpet and Royal Family Crest inside the spacious castle. Link had run through this place many times, trying to dodge the many guards dotting the castle. However, when they found out a seven-year-old child could easily break through their security straight to Zelda, they boosted the security up severely. If Link had his Stone Mask, it'd be easier. But Link felt like a bit of adventure again. For old time's sake. He saw some people who obviously spotted him, some reading books, but he was cloaked. He was safe as long as he didn't stay still. He went out of the castle again and found the drain blocked. He grinned at the sight. Ah, the days which he could fit in it. Wet tunics are horribly uncomfortable --the hat's a nightmare to keep on-- but Link had a solution. He used the door to the right of it on one of the towers. Link was really surprised that no one ever guarded it. He didn't know where it lead, but he knew it was an indirect way into the castle. Link would have to surprise Zelda. He crawled inside, and what he found surprised him. It was a large chamber-like room with cauldrons bubbling away. Link smelled red potion, so he took out his bottles. He looked inside them and was displeased to find they had dried milk in them, and he was horribly aware of the fact these bottles had stored many an insect over the years. The thought made his stomach feel strange.

Link simply scooped some of the red liquid into his mouth, first taking off his gloves. He felt the familiar fiery feeling in the liquid, and was rejuvenated, full of energy. Link felt great. He stretched, and put his gloves back on. Traveling through the corridor, he looked for any ways of getting to the room directly left of him. He tested walls with his sword, but then thought better of it; it would make too much noise. Link began looking for gaps in the walls. He fiddled with the rocky, dungeon-like walls, and found a weakness, leading to the very point the drain had lead to. There were three guards, as usual. Link stared at them. He started to see one doze off. "Hey," one of the guards spoke, "Don't go falling asleep, you know what happened last time."

"Yeah," the guard said, "But we could really use a hero crawling past us right now."

Link grinned at the thought, happy his timing lead him to hear that. Maybe it was the Goddesses. Link's gap was behind the shelf that fed the drain, and a gap in the wall would be noticed. He stopped there, and walked through the corridor, timing his paces to see how far it would be until he was behind a hedge; he'd crept past them many a time before. He thought he had found a nice place mostly devoid of guards, and took out his Hookshot. Using it as something close to a pickaxe, he chipped away at the loose rock walls. He broke through, so a tiny peekhole was formed. He looked inside, and the guards were exchanging pleasantries. In the midst of their chat, Link could easily get past to a hiding place. Link had to hurry though; who knew how long they'd be talking?

Link continued to chip away at the rock; the place of exit was behind a hedge, so he had enough time. When one one of the guards laughed loudly, and the other guard joined him while animatedly speaking, Link shoved himself through the hole. Link cut himself on one of the rocks, but it was a small wound. He wouldn't be bothered by it; the red potion was fresh in his veins. He dove behind the hedge, and the guards paused a bit, looking behind him. The other guard made a joke and they continued laughing. Link took advantage of this and snuck to the next section of the garden. There were more hedges, and even a climbable platform; they obviously had not learned their lesson completely. He swerved through the guards, and made it to the final patch of the garden. Zelda was present, staring at her private space deep in thought, picking flowers.

~Chapter End~

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Please keep going, Sahaqiel! It's so good!

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Chapter 4: A threat is unveiled

Zelda was crouched down, picking at the flowers on the ground, being very un-Zelda-like, as the Zelda he knew was a tomboy at heart, and never resorted to girlish things unless she wished something of her father. Link had to admit these plots to gain something were very irresistably adorable, and Link found himself laughing whenever he saw one of these events; they were priceless. He stared for a second, then realized something was approaching from behind. At this time, there was an earshattering noise, and Link reacted by trying to dive into the small stream of water that surrounded this patch of the garden Zelda spent time in, and wasn't pleased when he was painfully reminded that it wasn't even six inches deep. He tripped, fell over, and splashed around helplessly in his confusion. He then heard nervous speech. "Sorry! Bomb storage had an accident. No damage, just a few less bombs than before..." The thing behind him wasn't a person at all; it was a cat that wandered onto the grounds somehow, and Zelda was staring wide-eyed at Link, smiling. "So. Going to complain about your hat again?" She said with a broad smile. "I've been waiting for you; it's been forever." She still smiled, and walked over to Link and offered a hand.

Link lie there, utterly bewildered. Yes, his hat was feeling heavy, and his white leggings unholily uncomfortable. But he was confused as to why she was greeting him as such. When he inquired so, she smiled ever wider, in a basking glow previously unseen in Hyrule's history. "I had dreams of you. It just seems so... Humorous. These prophecies of mine come in handy. We were all worried, but I knew..." Her smile faltered a little, "I predicted that nasty hit on your head. Are you OK?" Link said he was fine. "I'm glad you're back," she said, then balled her hand into a fist, and punched Link over the head. "But you put yourself in too much trouble!" She still smiled at him, regardless. Link was rubbing the pain off the back of his head; she had hit where the wagon left its mark. "Yes, I even knew where the wagon would hit you. I'm just glad you're back. We've had a lot of trouble without you. Things are out of order. But don't read too much into it; it's just a bit chilly."

Link was wondering if she had even been outside. Link got up out of the water with Zelda's assistance; the water was cold, and his limbs felt slow. Zelda began to speak, "I sense something sinister approaching. The feeling's really vague, but it's a bad feeling. Link. You may have come back for a reason. We need to know if that's true or not." Link sighed. Had the Goddesses sent him yet again to save a land? Would he never regain his precious peace? "I've sent some of the Hylian guards to look upon the subject. If they return safely, then I believe we have nothing to fear. However, if they don't return, or return with bad news, the King may have to make you help us, lest you be an outcast of Hyrule. I should have never told him of my dreams of your return. He's getting desperate." Zelda's smile had vanished. "We don't want to force you to; you're just the most valuable warrior of this world. If you decline, I can help you escape or hide yourself, but I fear you may have to." She sighed. "I guess you can't escape your fate, then." Link absentmindedly touched the back of his left hand. He got up, and walked to the window looking into the castle. He saw the throne, empty for the moment, sitting there with the Triforce on its back. He sighed deeply, still wet, and cold in his cloak that yet again failed to properly protect him from things he encountered. He started trying to wring it out. Zelda watched with concern. "What was it like? This... Termina place? What really happened there?"

Link was silent for a few more seconds of wringing his cloak a bit more, and looked Zelda in the eyes.

Link was at the edge of everything. He stood in front of the one thing that might have destroyed everything, including himself. He was on the edge of the apocalypse of the new land he'd entered. In his panicked state, everything seemed to slow down. The maniacal laughing of the possessed Skull Kid in front of him seemed to falter. The sound was leeched from everything. In this supernatural state, he remembered his last reunion with Zelda. She'd given him the powerful artifact known as the Ocarina of Time once again, and taught him the song that meant salvation for the world.

She was genuinely concerned, and Link knew it. He took a deep breath and slowly related the adventure to Zelda. Not skimping on some of the facts such as the resident's strange likeness to everyone from Hyrule, and the places he went through. He told her of Kafei and Anju, and of the Windmill man's counterpart, and the wonderful masks, and of Skull Kid, and the frustration he felt of when he tried to return. She was a good listener, not making any emotional signs, but showing the eyes of concern. He told her of the Fierce Deity Mask, and of Majora, and the strange transformations these masks produced, and the unfortunate souls that made them possible. He told her of the moon, of the field inside it, of the children that were so disturbingly peaceful in a moon that was so evil. He told her the awful things he experienced, and she gave no hint she did not believe him.

Zelda did not ask for proof of these transformations, of this Fierce Deity Mask, of the awesome powers it contained, and his inability to use it without great danger near him. When he completed his tale, she merely nodded and stood up. "You have had your share of hardships as well. I apologize for scolding you." The cat behind them was licking its paws. Zelda clapped her hands together, and spoke. "Well, guess you need shelter tonight. I have some places in the castle; they're well hidden and insulated." Link pondered the thought. More adventure, or settle down, hiding from it all? He'd experienced enough moments like these. It always ended up as him continuing through the trouble. He told Zelda so, and she nodded. "I expected nothing less from you, Link. You're more of a hero than anyone in this world." Link was used to praise like this, but from Zelda, it seemed to have more meaning than the rest of them. He felt cold in his tunic, so he agreed to rest in one of the rooms.

Zelda lead him to a comfy room with a dresser, straw mattress bed, a fireplace, a basin of water, and a carpeted floor. It did feel warmer. Zelda spoke when he turned to close the door. "Link. I'm really happy you're back." She hugged him, and left down the corridor. Link felt a warm feeling inside, and he looked at the fireplace. Looking through the drawer, he found a red tunic outfit. It wasn't made in the same design, but it would have to do. Link changed into the red tunic outfit, and set his green tunic up near the fireplace to dry with his cloak. Link lied down on the bed, and started to doze off. The last thing he saw before falling into unconsciousness was his cloak. There was an odd eye-like pattern on the back. Link couldn't care less. He had already started dreaming.

~ ~ ~

Link awoke to find his tunic dry, as well as his cloak. He stretched, and changed into his green tunic, feeling fresh in his inadvertently washed and dried tunic. He looked to the water basin. He took out his bottles, with their stains and past occupiers. He tried to wash them, but couldn't; they were pretty old stains. When he was guest to the many people of Termina at the dinner table, they insisted he use their clean cups. This had lead to the neglect of his previous drink storage. He hadn't used them for years. Link would just have to clean them later. Link got up, strapped his sword to his back, and chose to wear his Hylian shield. His Mirror Shield was a bit disturbing to most; it had the pattern of a screaming man holding his face. Link adjusted his belt, made sure his hat was on straight, and walked in the direction of the King's throne room. When Link was within visible range, the King upstarted. He jumped in his chair, and peered in Link's direction, as if it was all just a joke, and he was seeing someone else in green. Even Link's silhouette was unmistakable; the Hero of Time had returned. The King whispered something to the guards beside him, and they approached Link, bowing before confronting him, and they tried to get his sword from him.

Link started, and struggled to prevent them from taking his beloved defenses. Zelda was also next to the King, and Link looked imploringly at her. They locked eyes, and she nodded. Link understood, and stopped struggling. They took the Great Fairy's Sword and his Hylian Shield away from Link. Link felt bare now. Almost naked without the familiar weight of his precious items against his back, Link was determined to keep a proud face, and walked up to the King. Link wasn't in the mood for kneeling, so he just looked the King in the eye, as if to ask, "Well?". The King cleared his throat; he obviously was intimidated by the glare. He spoke, "Link. You have served Hyrule most loyally in the past, and we know you've been through hardships. Zelda has told me of what you were experiencing in that world from the dreams she has had. Trusting she was being truthful, I was ecstatic to hear that she said you were going to return in the near future. We have also faced hard times, and we suspect it is because of a malevolent being. In the past, you had aided us because it seemed you were protecting the well being of your Forest, and the people you cared for. Even in this new land Zelda had described to me, you were protecting those you cared for from the immediate danger. We have to assure you will heed our pleas. This is a hard time, but getting rid of this odd pattern in which our daily lives happen is more of a luxury than saving the world." Link nodded. It was true he merely wanted to protect the residents of Hyrule, but saving them from bad weather seemed unimportant.

"We understand that you would probably like a nice peaceful life, but this threatens our well being. The townsfolk don't know it, but,", he paused, "We found this in an unexplored cavern." He nodded to the guard on his right, and he ran out of the room, returning with three other guards, who were carrying something very heavy. It was under a large cloth. They set it down. "This may mean nothing, but it may mean everything." He grabbed the cloth, and pulled. Link was unphased; it was a block he had seen so many of from the many temples he has explored, Gerudo symbol and all. "Yes, this may seem unsurprising, but there is another reason this block is a sign of danger. Apparently, you're the only one in Hyrule who holds this with meaning." He nodded to the guards again, and they hurried over to the block, picked it up, and turned it to the other side.

On that side, there was the clear symbol of Majora.

~Chapter End~

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Wow! Fantastic! Simpily fantastic! I loved it! Very well done, and nicely tied to the games! Good job man! :n_n:

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This is truly awesome! Keep going!

Man, seeing all of these fan fictions makes me want to work on my fan fiction, part six of it. *sigh* Maybe I should make some time tomorrow, take a break from making videos and work some more on Part 6, after all, I have worked on it, I just need to add more.

Anyways, this is a great fan fiction!

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Yays. My fanfiction is liked XD

I try to make it as plausible a fanfiction as any could be. Almost like a script to an actual game Nintendo might actually produce. I try to blend theory, original plot, and my own words into a story to make it as captivating as I can. Thanks for your support!

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Of course It's liked! Who wouldn't like it?

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Chapter 5: The Dreadful Cavern

Link couldn't understand. This block had both symbols on it, but this contradicted his previous beliefs. Was Termina somehow leaking into Hyrule? Link pondered a bit. He walked forward, and examined the block. It was indeed Majora's mark. The familiar heart shape with the eyes and spikes were unmistakable. He touched the cool stone. It was the same mark he had seen many times before. The most odd thing was that it was even here. Let alone on the same block the Gerudo King had a mark on. But then again, Link was here, so questioning how the block had got here was questioning how he had got there. He had already done this countless times, so he needn't do it any longer.

There was evil in the land, and Link knew he had to do something. "So, Link," the king said gravely, "do you accept the task I present you, or risk possible catastrophe?" He didn't have to put it like that. Link knew what would happen. If Majora's marking were seen anywhere near Hyrule, there could be trouble. Link nodded, still staring at the mask-like marking. It seemed to taunt him, shipping him off to another adventure that would test his courage. Link took another look at the stone, and he punched it hard, bruising his knuckles. He was tired of this. The things he had seen in Termina broke him inside. He heard final requests,

The dead body of Mikau was fresh on the beach. His spirit was extracted into a mask from the Song of Healing. Even if his soul was healed, his body would never rise again. Link looked at the defeated figure. He'd lived a musician and died a musician. His last request was in a song. The waves rolled in back and forth in its predictable rhythm. The sky was so bright and promising despite this loss. Link fought the tears back and lifted Mikau onto his shoulder. He was very heavy compared to Link, so he eventually had to resort to dragging him by his arms. Link dug a pit on the beach, and gently placed Mikau in its depths. His body was suffering rigor mortis at this point, so he was stiff and hard to maneuver. There was enough flexibility in him to cross his arms over his chest. Link slowly buried the famous Zora, once so full of life. He'd died protecting Lulu's children.

As he'd placed the last bit of sand over the grave, Link noticed the guitar that the Zora was so proud of. It was still on the beach, where the Zora fell. He planted the guitar at the head of Mikau's grave, where it where it would stay for years. Link bowed at the grave respectfully, heart still heavy with emotion.

He'd seen the demise of a short-lived reunion,

Anju and Kafei embraced each other in their final minutes, squeezing each other tight, waiting for their end. Link felt so helpless. What could he do to stop this? He was entranced; staring in helplessness at the scene before him. The ground shook, and things started falling off the walls. However, the couple still clutched each other, content that they would at least meet their death together. Tatl observed this, hovering over Link's shoulder. She knew what was going through Link's mind and understood perfectly. "Link... I think we'd better go." Tatl's statement shook Link from his state and he wiped his eyes absentmindedly. Taking out his Ocarina, he played the Song of Time and returned to the first day. Everything was peaceful; there were little worries. Link viewed the bustling town. It was calm. But for how long?

He'd faced creature after creature without the possibility they may let up. He had almost been killed on so many occasions, he was lucky to have all his limbs. He had faced all of this when he was only a youth. And now this. Link dropped to his knees, not looking at anything in particular. He was emotionless. A cold, broken shell of a man who had experienced being a child twice, yet never knew what it is to be a child. And now his second go at being an adult yielded the same thing his childhood had. Who was the next person he'd have to bury? The people in the room merely stared at Link, never seeing such a display from him. Zelda looked very worried. Link stood up, and motioned for the guards to give him his weapons. The guards were facing a dilemma. Give a possibly emotionally twisted hero weapons? Or don't and face the rest of his arsenal? They whispered amongst each other; the King shrugged when they asked him what to do. They eventually all nodded, and two of the guards presented Link with his sword and shield, bowing respectfully.

After much awkward silence of watching Link equip his items carefully, he tightened the straps on his gloves. He told them he was ready. The King nodded, "Very well. Guards, show him where it is." The guards stood at attention, bowed, and went to get their weapons. The King whispered to one of the guards next to him, and the guard left the room. When the other guards returned, Link turned to go, but the King raised a hand for him to stop. "Not so fast, Link. We have to make sure you're properly equipped." The guard he had sent out before walked into the room holding something. "We think it in your best interest if you at least accept and wear this." He took the object from the guard's arms. He held it up; it was chain mail. "This is a finely crafted bronze chainmail that will not weigh you down, but still better protect you than the cloth and leather in your tunic." Link took the armor; it was lighter than expected, and felt like it would protect him from many of the things he'd worried about before. He thanked the King, and told the guards to wait as he got some things from his room.

Link dashed to his door and went into his room, quickly put the chainmail on under his tunic, and gathered his cloak. He put the it on, and went back to the throne room. The guards stood at attention on either side of the carpet, and waited. Link looked from one guard to the other. There were four. More than enough for him to need for help if he ran into trouble. Link walked forward through the center of the carpet, and the guards followed suit behind him. Link walked out to Hyrule Castle Town, into his new confrontation with the evils of this world.

. . .

Link and the Guards walked into Hyrule Field. The guards were wearing nothing but metal armor, but it seems they were trained to withstand cold. Link told them to wear something warmer; he did not need freezing guards to trouble him. All four guards relaxed at once, some holding their knees. One of the guards went up to Link and clapped him on the shoulder, "You're a good man! Goodness, it's cold out here!" They all went into Castle Town, and returned wearing thick woolen cloaks similar to the one Link had worn. Link was confused. Did the King never notice when his guards were freezing? Link himself was wearing the cloak Malon had lent him. It was comfortable, and he couldn't imagine being in that cold again. The snowstorm had stopped, so it was easier on them, but Link couldn't help pondering. He shrugged off the thought, though, and they kept on walking. They were nearing LonLon Ranch, then they turned east towards the Kokiri Forest. Link saw his old home in the distance, and took a deep breath; he spent many a sleepless night wondering how they were doing. They neared the familiar tree he had first seen Kaepora Gaebora, and wondered if he was still in existence as well. They crossed the bridge and entered the Kokiri Forest.

Link hadn't been to the Kokiri Forest as an adult while it was still in its natural state. It seemed to be the same as it always was. He saw some Kokiri playing around, their familiar outfits, and their fairies. When they entered, though, they each stood still, smiled, and turned to face them. Link ran forward, and greeted them all. They seemed to not recognize him, as they had when he was an adult the last time, but he still played with them as he always had. The Guards seemed a bit put off by his display of childishness. Could this man really have saved the world before? Link laughed and played with his childhood friends, playing tag and having a good time. He was at home. When they all eventually settled down, Link looked at each of them, with their smiles, and green outfits. He smiled back, and told them who he was. The Kokiri were shocked, and they started examining him. They pulled on his ears, tugged on his tunic, and looked at his face. The Guards were getting a bit impatient. When the Kokiri were finally satisfied that he was Link, one of them spoke up. "How come you're so tall, Link? Why aren't you still kids, like us?" Link explained he was not really a Kokiri; he was Hylian like the Guards behind him. They stood with a contemplating face. "Well, we're all happy you're back! We even fed your cow! It's happy too!" They pointed in the direction of the shop, where the cow was tethered.

It had not changed at all, save for looking a bit bigger. It still had its eyes closed, munching away on something that wasn't really there. Cows had always bewildered Link; they never seemed to display emotion, despite being able to speak. Link walked over and patted the cow, and whispered that he'd missed her in its ear. It was the Kokiri children's turn to be confused. The cow started to moo, then it fell silent and whispered, "They've been a terror; they dressed me up in awkward outfits. They can't seem to grasp that I don't like tunics." Link patted the cow again, and gave it a handful of grass, which the cow munched on without showing any sign it was pleased. Link would have to tell the Kokiri to stop torturing the poor cow, but he would let them have their fun for now. He stood up, bade the Kokiri farewell, and motioned for the guards to lead the way once again. They reached the wall covered in vines Link had used to many times. So. It was in the Lost Woods. Somehow, Link knew this was the place they'd found the block. They entered, and the lead guard stopped them, whispered to himself, and took out a map. They turned right, and they appeared at the same position. The guard nodded, and turned right once again. They continued in a sequence that seemed not to lead them anywhere. The lead guard just nodded to himself, and continued. They went on like this for almost ten minutes, and they finally saw a cavern. Link saw skeletons of what looked like people laying in front of the place. They didn't look very human, though. One of them had an abnormally large jaw and nose. Link was uncomfortable now. He approached the cave with the other guards, noticing the vast amount of vegetation growing around the entrance, and disappeared in the darkness.

-Chapter End-

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Wow. Nice. Keep it up Saha!

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Chapter 6: First Foe Revealed

Link couldn't see much. He felt around for the guards. They felt Link touch their shoulders, and turned around in alarm. When Link confirmed it was him, they calmed down. One of the Guards lit a lantern, and illuminated the darkness. They were in a small seemingly naturally formed room. There were odd, faint moaning noises coming from the walls itself, it seemed. They took a few steps towards a door that appeared to not have been there before. The guards gathered in front of Link. They raised their spears and large body height shield, and kicked the door in. The lead guard shined the lantern in every direction. They were in another room, but this one had a fathomless pit. It was incredibly deep. One of the guards kicked a large rock into the pit. The rock bounced down, and for what seemed like ten minutes, they heard the rock's journey down the hole until it landed on something that made a sickening plop. Link had seen rooms with deep pits like these before, but nothing of this unimaginable depth. They looked around with the lantern. There were no visible platforms within reach. Link saw something in the distance that was vaguely circular. Link pondered on the thought. He took out his Hookshot from Termina, glinting old in the light. He aimed it at the circle, and pulled the trigger mechanism. The Hookshot propelled itself forward, and almost made it, but it fell short, and Link pulled the retract switch on the device. It pulled itself in. Judging by what little Link could see, he wasn't far off. Link thought for a moment. He wasn't even that far from finding a possible way further in. Link instructed the guards of his plan, and they nodded. Link grabbed hold of the lead guard's wrist, and the other guards grabbed onto each other's wrists, and the lead guard's wrist, anchoring them all. Link was supported fairly well, but the fact he was basically vertical on a wall made him want to look down. Link focused on the task, though, and started to aim. He centered where he thought it would be, and pulled the trigger.

The Hookshot once again launched itself, and embedded itself in the wooden circle with a satisfying thud. Link laughed in excitement. He knew what was coming next. He told the guards to let go. They protested, but Link insisted. With much hesitation, they agreed to let go at a countdown. The lead Guard lead the countdown. "1...", the Guard started. The other guards seemed to brace themselves, "2...", The guards tensed in anticipation, "3!" The guards let go, and Link pulled the retract switch, grabbing onto the Hookshot with both hands as he began his descent. His descent was short-lived, though, as the power of the Hookshot was enough to pull an Iron Knuckle at the same speed. Link sped through the air, and came to a halt at the wall. He regained his balance by keeping his feet against the wall. He held the release trigger softly, allowing him to slowly lower himself. He was at the end of the chain when he realized there was nothing under him. Link started to panic a bit, and he retracted himself up to the wooden panel again. He shouted to the guards, and told them there was nothing under him, and he would likely not be able to get back through regular means. The guards gasped, and started murmuring to each other. Link started looking around. He didn't find any way possible to get to a safe place to land. He directed the guard to toss him the lantern. Though Link had one free hand, it'd be a risk he'd have to take. The lead guard spoke, "Link, once you get the lantern... What are we going to do? We cannot see without it." Link told them to wait. If he wasn't back by nightfall, they'd have to leave and get more supplies and men to find him.

Link motioned for the guard to throw it, and he obliged. The lantern flew through the air, and Link caught it with the tips of his fingers. He almost dropped it, but managed to grasp onto it. He moved the lantern around. Nope. Their previous inspection was as correct as this one; there were no platforms. Link looked down. Would he eventually have to? He would have his answer soon. Link started as he felt the Hookshot slipping out of where it had been embedded. The Guards gasped again, but they could do nothing but watch. Link braced himself, and jumped, ripping the rest of the Hookshot out. In the middle of the fall, Link thought of a solution. He felt the wind rush past him, and smacked his forehead. He knew what to do. He fumbled around in his tunic, still enjoying free fall through a dungeon, and finally got what he was looking for. He placed the Deku Mask firmly on his face. Time seems to not elapse in these moments; Link feels the pain of the soul who inhabited the being in the mask, allowing Link to see what it's like to become them on a whole different level. This was another reason he was not fond of the masks, but kept them to honor the souls that sacrificed themselves for them. He felt the unbearable pain. He saw vague images he couldn't piece together. His eyes were bloodshot, he grasped his face, half wanting to rip the mask off, half wanting to keep it on. His skin became like wood, and his limbs became shorter. When he was done, he was a Deku; with straw-like hair, and a wood-like body, with his red, sad eyes. Link struggled in the body, and started to twist and turn, trying to get a good rotation. When he finally had his hat -now somewhat attached to his body as a giant leaf- at a good angle. Using it like some kind of rudder, he got a good rotation going, and started to slow down in midair, though feeling very dizzy.

The long flight had made him spin faster, and faster. He was afraid he'd lose consciousness from the pure dizziness, he landed, and fell over. He was greatly disoriented, but the room stopped spinning long enough to let him get on his feet. He felt around. The ground was soft... And moist... And... Moving? Link was confused, but he didn't have time to think before he felt tremendous pain in his head. The lantern had returned, and reminded Link of the power of gravity. Link, still a Deku, rolled around on the ground, holding his head in pain. After the blinding pain had stopped, he got up, and took off the mask. Taking off the mask was a much more enjoyable experience than putting it on. He got up, and picked up the lantern, now almost extinguished. He sat down, and took out a bomb. He's not going to see any clearer... He set down the bomb, and broke it open, revealing all the gunpowder in it. He did the same with some other bombs, and piled up the gunpowder in a pile similar to a snow fort he and the Kokiri made when he was a child. He had emptied a lot of bombs. It was OK, though. He had a lot more. The lantern was almost extinguished, but he had enough time. He opened the latch of the lantern, and lit the gunpowder. It burst into flame, illuminating the surrounding area very clearly. He saw the walls, which were gray stone. There were no doors. He saw the mark just under the entrance platform. Link tensed immensely. Another Majora Mark, and even more oddly... A Triforce. The spikes of Majora's face mark were eight Triforces, stretched, but clearly the sacred crest. Link drew his sword; he didn't know what to think of it, and finally looked at the floor. The floor was moist, and soft, when he first entered it, and now he was looking at it in the fading light of the burning gunpowder. The floor. It was covered in a blue film, and it was reverberating. The ripples in the small puddle on the ground were calm around Link's feet, but Link looked a little closer.

The gunpowder had reached the floor, and the floor gave a mighty heave, as if in pain. Link fell over, dropping his sword, and was knocked against the wall. He had put his shield up at the last second, and bounced off the impending impact. He got up quickly, and looked at the center of the room. Nothing was happening. The light was extinguished, and he couldn't see. The blue film wasn't moving, though, but he was extremely cautious. Before he could loosen up, there was a great light at the very ceiling of the dungeon, which was possibly a thousand feet up. He heard the guards scream, and dive for cover. The blue light opened up into a perfect sphere, pulsing lightly. Link was awed at the sight, and was lost in its mystical presence. He didn't even notice he was swordless in possible danger. The Great fairy's Sword was laying on the ground where he had been knocked over. The blue light pulsed a bit more powerfully, and Link was still staring, wide-eyed, and open-jawed. The light pulsed a final time, and seemed to knock Link back slightly, as the power of it blew the ceiling of the dungeon off. The rocks mostly sped outwards, but some of the larger ones fell into the pit. They hit the ground, shattered, and Link had to dodge many of them, almost getting scraped by a few. When the final tremor's debris was done falling, a red object appeared in the middle of the blue sphere. It looked circular as well. It dropped from the great height; the blue light obviously did not care whether it was a living being or not. It landed in the blue film, and Link gasped. Forming gently, gathering the blue liquid into a physical body around him, was Morpha.

~Chapter End~

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*gasp*!!!! xD

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Finally got done reading it lol. when i was reading it last night i had to go to sleep when I was done with chapter four. but im done reading it so far and it is the most spectacular fan fic i have seen so far.

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Chapter 7: Enemies Reborn?

Link was facing a dilemma. He couldn't get to his sword, and Morpha was seemingly staring at him, menacingly. It was waiting for something, Link didn't know what. He looked up. The mysterious blue light had blown off the dungeon's ceiling. Light was shining against Morpha's form. It lunged at Link. Link was suddenly realizing he didn't have a sword, and Morpha bounced off his shield. Link was knocked on his back, and quickly scrambled to his feet. He saw the Great Fairy Sword in Morpha's grasp. He couldn't dive into it. He might drown. But then, could Morpha somehow use the sword against him? If so, it probably wouldn't be so dim as to chuck it at him; he'd be giving Link his most valuable weapon. Link had defeated Morpha before, but he couldn't without his sword; Hookshotting it out and stomping on it wouldn't do much good, now would it? Morpha swerved side to side in a rhythmic motion, almost like a snake. Link contemplated on what to do. He counted the items in his tunic that could help him. He couldn't use bombs, or his bow; Morpha moved too much to get a good aim.

He thought of his Fierce Deity Mask. That wouldn't help either; his sword transformed with him, so he wouldn't be able to use it either. He at last found a solution. Morpha was preparing for an attack, while Link searched his tunic for the one item that could help him. Morpha struck, and Link dodged to the left, and was missed barely. Morpha returned to its position over the sword. In midfall, Link had found what he was looking for; the Zora Mask. He placed it on his face, and the pain begun. His eyes went bloodshot, he grew fins, and saw so many painful memories he couldn't really piece together. He saw the Zora's very own soul, his heart, his love for one whose children he had died trying to protect. He squirmed on the ground, writhing in pain, holding his head, trying to rip it off and keep it on at the same time. The room seemed to spin, and finally his vision became clear and he was a Zora. Shaking the pain off, he faced Morpha. It seemed puzzled as to why he looked like that, but lunged anyway. Link didn't move, and was grabbed by Morpha. He was trapped in its grip, arms at his sides. He freed one arm with difficulty, and slashed Morpha's eye, and it released him, screeching in pain. When the eye-like body of Morpha stopped spinning, it faced Link, and lunged, keeping its eye central to its body.

Link raised an electric field, and Morpha's eye was being electrocuted. It sunk to the ground, and started twitching violently. Link continued using up his energy on the field, but Morpha regained control, and threw Link into the wall. Link hit the wall hard, and slowly got to his feet. He wanted to finish this fast. He got up, and charged, yelling as he did so, and dove into Morpha. Morpha, not being able to drown him in this form, merely tried to retreat to a farther portion of its body. Link felt dominant in this match, and was confident he would win as he watched it retreat. Link grabbed his sword from the bottom, and charged Morpha. Morpha couldn't move at the speed of a Zora, and Link slashed at it. Morpha bulged with pain, and made screeching noises. When Morpha finally seemed to give up, Link stabbed straight through it. It started to screech louder than anything Link had heard in a long time. It bulged fiercely, and finally was still. It seemed to rapidly decay, turning gray until it eventually dissolved into the water.

The water too stilled itself, and Link was released onto dry land. The liquid previously housing Morpha's body leaked into the cracks of the actually stony floor. Link took off the mask, and put it in his tunic. He shouted to the guards, who were watching the battle the entire time. One of the guards returned with some rope, and lowered it down. It wasn't enough, though. The guard returned with huge folds of rope, and it almost reached Link. They could find no more rope. Link knew what to do. Though the guard was didn't hear all of what he said, he did what Link told him. He tied the rope into a loop, which dangled just within reach of Link's Hookshot. Link aimed the Hookshot, and shot through the small loop in the rope. It was long enough for Link to grab the other end. Using the Hookshot as somewhat of a pulley, he lightly pressed the retract switch, allowing Link to raise himself to the rope, which he grabbed. They pulled, and pulled, and Link seemed to get bored being pulled oh so slowly upwards. Eventually, the guards had to take a break, and tied the rope to a tree outside. The ascent was just that long. Link was being bored, hanging there above a very long decent. He may have to take out the Deku Mask again. The guards returned, and for the next half hour, pulled Link up to the platform. They laughed, and patted Link's back. "That was an excellent fight. Whatever that blue light was, I'm kind of happy it blew the roof off so we could see you. Say, what was that bit where you turned all blue?" Link avoided the question; it may lead Link to putting the mask on again. They didn't pursue further, but from what they saw, it was a good fight to them. They gathered up the rope, and lead Link back to the Lost Woods.

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After much trekking through the Lost Woods, they finally reached the Kokiri Forest. Link stretched, and told the guards to wait there, and take a break. The guards didn't seem to mind much at all being away from Hyrule Castle's work for a while longer, and started to snooze on the grass, or buy something in the shop, which they were amused to find was also run by children. Link went into his old home, now uninhabited, though more than slightly cramped. He laid down on the bed and reminisced of old times he'd had here, legs hanging off the bed. Here was where he had the dream that lead him to discover his destiny. Here was where that journey ended as well. And here he was now, in his new adventure. He sighed, and looked out his old window. The Kokiri were minding their business, playing. Two Kokiri were dressing up his cow, and the cow seemed to glare at Link through its usual emotionless grimace. He searched his drawers and found his old slingshot. He drew it with a small spare seed; now decayed, and shot it at his wall. It shattered, and Link was satisfied. Maybe he'd come back for it someday. He put it back in his drawer again.

He walked outside his old home, and greeted the Kokiri children as they asked Link to play. Link smiled and joined with their play. He laughed, but he knew inside he could never go back to this as always. He recovered from his laughing as the Kokiri tackled him to the ground and started to laugh with him. He got up, brushed himself off, and smiled at his childhood friends. He told them he needed to go, and they all frowned and pleaded for him not to go. Link looked with a sad smile to all of his old friends. He looked in the direction of the Deku Tree. Mido was waiting there, staring at him. Link told the Kokiri to wait there. They resumed their play with each other. Link walked to Mido, who was staring at Link apologetically. "Link. I dunno how to put this... I mean, you were always just thinking of everyone but yourself..." Link looked down at Mido, remembering how he'd bullied him. "What I'm saying is that I'm sorry for being mean to you and I want to be your friend." He held out a hand, which Link shook. "The new Deku Tree's been waiting for you." Link looked into the path.

Link thanked Mido, and Mido kicked at the ground, saying something about Saria wanting him to be more friendly when she was here. Link walked onto the path, and approached the previous Deku Tree's hollow form. Its pained grimace disturbed Link. Link looked around, and didn't see the new Deku Tree that had sprouted in front of the Deku Tree years ago. He jumped when he heard a cheerful voice. "Hullo, Link!" Link tried to identify where the sound was coming from. He frowned when he discerned it was coming from inside the Deku Tree's corpse. Link edged forward. "Don't be afraid! I'm just a tree, after all." Link edged into the open mouth of the Deku Tree. He looked around, then up. The Deku Tree's top section had been cut off, allowing light in. "Hullo, Link!" Link looked down. The Deku Tree's offspring was sitting there, though it had grown oddly. "Hey, Link! It's been awhile since I've seen you! I've grown a bit, too!" He shook a small branch upwards, directing it at his new growth.

His head had grown extremely tall, almost to beyond the Deku Tree's hollow. On the tip of this upward growth was a single, large leaf. "For gathering sunlight, it was necessary. The Kokiri put me in the same place the Deku Tree before me was born and raised. This also protects me from monsters. His decay also gives me nutrients, but that's somewhat like cannibalism, methinks." He pondered the thought with his odd perpetual smile. "Say, since you're here, mind doing me a favor?" Link reluctantly agreed, still eying his surroundings. "There's something odd going over at Gerudo Valley's canyon that's been worrying me as of late." He continued with his odd, small-eyed smile. "It's a weird feeling that's been itching my roots and I need some closure with it." Link almost laughed at the small tree. It looked so oblivious. Link accepted smiling, but took it very seriously. What could be in the Gerudo Canyon? "Gee, thanks, Link. I can put my roots to rest once I find out what's really been bothering me." He continued the smile that made Link wonder if it was really had any other emotions other than obliviously content. "Well, goodbye, Link! Hope to have another chat soon!" Link nodded, and turned, walking out of the shell that was once the guardian of a race.

~Chapter End~

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