This story will contain promiscuous sex at multiple points. This first chapter will not, but after this, I will mark all portions with sex scenes in the proper manner. All characters are assumed to be of age.

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Link strapped his old, wooden shield to his back and hoisted his belt one last time before setting off into the Kokiri Forest that surrounded his home. The cottage was homely, with just the one room. Furnishings were sparse, with just the essentials; a bed, a table, a stool, and a stone fireplace on the back wall for cooking. On the table sat a fairly large book, open to a hand-written journal entry.

Day 30 of harvest season.

Today will be my last entry in this particular journal. It has served me well in the years since I lost my voice, but it is too cumbersome to carry on the journey to Hyrule castle. I told my father all those years ago that I would take this journey, and I finally feel that I am ready. The loss of my voice during the winter, two years ago was a large setback, but I have since regained my strength and grown into a strong, capable farmer. There is nothing left to harvest, so I will take what I can on Epona and go. If you find this cottage, you may stay in it, but know that it is the property of Link the farmer the traveler.

Epona gave a neigh as Link fastened his final pack onto her saddle. He gave one last look back at the cottage that he had grown up in, and started walking north.

It was sundown when Link pulled out his map. The path forked to the east and to the west in front of him. He scoured the map of the forest, looking for any sign of the path he was on, trying to trace his path through the winding thicket.

A branch snapped to his left and Epona shuttered slightly. A high-pitched whistle sounded, and Link looked up from his map to see what it was.

A blinding pain erupted from Link's ribcage, accompanied by a shunt that he would have equated to a goat. He flew off of Epona's back and began to fall. Link screwed his eyes shut and braced for impact, anticipating a rough landing on rocky ground. Wind rushed past Link's pointed ears, and he fell for what seemed like hours.

Surprised about not hitting the ground, Link slowly blinked his eyes open against the sting of rushing wind. His eyes darted around, attempting to take in his new environment of a seemingly endless white void with a dark smudge miles below him.

Link tumbled for a while longer, using what little bit of his voice remained to yell and shriek unintelligibly.

"Would you stop that yelling?" Link felt a tug on the back of his tunic, accompanied by a voice that sounded calm and quiet, despite the rush of air.

Link stabilized with a questioning yelp. Right in front of him, Link could see a column of what appeared to be smoke with a dark figure standing inside it. Link tried to say something, but only managed to say, "Argch!?"

The figure leaned in closer, trailing smoke from its face. It was hard to tell from wind and smoke obscuring his vision, but like though that he saw horns on the figure's head.

"Ah, no speech this time." The figure spoke in a low, but feminine voice. "Hmph. This always complicates things, but it's to be expected at this point." The figure in the smoke pulled a small parcel from behind its back and handed it to Link, who took the package gingerly and unwrapped it. "This should help you converse until you're back to your complete self." Inside the wrapped package, Link pulled out a small, Leather-bound notebook and a long, slender crystal with a black tip.

Link looked back up at the figure, unsure of what to do next.

"This all must be very confusing, but I assure you that it will all make sense once it is over. For now, I only need you to sign your name on the first page of the notebook with that pen. Sign your name, and you can begin your adventure all over again."

Link looked down at the notebook, and then back at the figure, unsure of whether to trust it or not. Link took a deep breath, and with a few, quick motions, signed Link, the traveler in the notebook.

Looking back, Link could have sworn that he caught a glimpse of a smirk through the smoke.