Hey guys! I decided I should write a story! I haven't really done much writing before, so I apologize ahead of time for any mistakes and errors in writing this! Also I need to credit GlissGirl99 (my cousin) for giving me the idea that started this story! You should check out her stories too! They're really good!

This is going to be a Modern AU Zelink! Also, I'm a dude writing from a girl's POV...so keep that in mind! I have Gliss helping, but I don't really know how girl's think!

D/C: I don't own LoZ!

Chapter One:

Zelda Harkinian was tired. Tired of moving. Tired of hiding. Tired of pretending. Everytime Impa told her they needed to move she wanted to cry and usually did. Never publicly of course. This time the tears were over and Zelda was all ready at her new house.

Zelda finished the unpacking the few belongings she was allowed to keep for the move. She grabbed a picture frame that held a photo of her and Impa from a few years ago and threw it sloppily on a dresser. My 'family' photo, she thought with dismay.

Her real family wasn't in any of the pictures she owned. "It's too dangerous!" Zelda had been told by Impa, several times before. Danger was also the reason she had to move. When it came to danger, Impa and Zelda's arguments were always the same. Zelda recalled the one from earlier today.

"Impa? Do I really have to move again?" Zelda asked, just as she did for every move.

"Zelda, we've been over this every single time!" Impa replied. "Of course we have to move again!"

"I know, Impa! But it just isn't fair!" Zelda argued. Impa smirked and replied with the cliché, "Life isn't fair."

"Why isn't life fair?!" Zelda whined like a four-year-old.

"What would be the fun if it was?" Impa responded. Zelda rolled her eyes at this and sighed. She could never win an argument with Impa when it came to moving. She still tried anyway though.

"Why do we have to move again?" Zelda asked the obvious question.

"Why are you asking me this, Zelda? You all ready know the answer!" Impa said, furrowing her brows.

"Could you remind me?" Zelda pleaded, acting like a four-year-old again.

"Danger, Zelda. Danger. This is a world full of it and if you're not careful you could find yourself in a sticky situation," Impa explained. "We're moving to stay away from danger!"

Zelda sighed in defeat. "What's the place we're going to again?"

"Kakariko Village," Impa said, drawing out every syllable. Zelda sighed once more and nodded.

"Maybe something good will come out of this move," Zelda whispered to herself, sitting on the bed.

Her room was much bigger than any of the others from her previous moves. She had been living in apartments before, but this time Impa thought they should rent a small house. Maybe that means Impa thinks we'll be staying here longer.

Knock, knock! came a sound from the door.

"Come in!" Zelda yelled out. Impa opened the door and stepped inside Zelda's room.

"You know, Zelda. I was originally from this village," Impa told her. Zelda looked up in newly found curiosity.

"Yup! It was a whole ago though. This place has changed so much since I lived here! It's hard to believe that this is the same place!" Impa said with a soft smile.

She must've really liked it here, Zelda thought. Impa rarely smiled and when she did it was more of a smirk than anything. Of course I don't smile much anymore either...

"I think you'll enjoy it here," Impa said, hardening her face to its usual stoic expression.

"I hope," Zelda muttered, tucking a stand of hair behind her ears.

Zelda wondered what all the other teenagers were like around here. Would they be nice to her? Mean? Or would they just completely ignore her? Each move was different and all three have happened to her.

"Do you want to go for a walk around the neighborhood?" Impa suggested.

"Sure," Zelda replied, not really caring.

It was a beautiful Sunday for a walk. A cool autumn breeze blew by that tousled Zelda's chocolate-brown hair. She drew in a breath, smelling that distinct smell of the crisp fall leaves and closed her eyes.

Impa and Zelda walked down the street together when a building in the distance caught her attention.

"What's that, Impa?" Zelda addressed her caretaker.

"That's your school. 'Kakariko High, Home of the Cuccos,'" Impa informed the teenage girl. Zelda nodded her head on understanding. She looked around her and saw only one group of small children and an old man mowing his lawn.

"There aren't very many people ouside for a lovely day like this," Zelda pointed out.

Impa shrugged. "If everything is still the same, most people hang out in the main part of the village. There's a small mall there now, I believe."

Zelda nodded once more and contuined walking along the sidewalk.

"Where are we going?" Zelda asked suddenly.

"No where in particular," Impa told her. "We can go back if you'd like."

"As nice of a day it is, I would like to go back to our house and get even further adjusted," Zelda said in return. Impa nodded and gave a quick, "As you wish," before the turned around.

When they reached the new house Zelda helped make dinner with Impa. After the two of them ate, Zelda went back to her bedroom to relax. She read a book for a while and when she was tired of that she just lay in her bed, thinking.

Zelda ran over her cover story for why she moved to Kakariko Village. She had been living with her aunt Impa, but Impa got a job transfer into this area. She was going to be working at the police department, according to the story. Also in her cover, Zelda's parents died and her aunt took her in for custody when she was five.

Zelda was sick of lying to everyone, but she knew she couldn't tell the truth. She had completely altered her life to blend in with everyone else. Although she wore no disguise physically, Zelda felt as of she was wearing an invisible mask. They did not know who she was. They would not know who she was.

"Zelda!" Impa's voice rang from the hallway and through the door.

"Yes?" Zelda shouted back.

"I just want to remind you that you have school tomorrow!" Impa said, her voice getting louder, meaning she was probably waliking closer.

Zelda had not put much thought into what she would wear or how she would act for school. She would probably do what she did most of the time anyways. Throw something together and wing it.

Impa walked into Zelda's room and asked if she needed anthing at the moment.

"I just want to know the time," Zelda had told Impa.

Impa looked down at her watch. "It's almost eleven. You should get some sleep. You're going to have to wake up bright and early tomorrow!"

Zelda groaned, but got ready for bed. After one last long sigh, Zelda turned out the lights and drifted off to sleep.

The chapters will probably be somewhat longer usually, but this was just the starting idea. So what'd you think? Please leave a review and tell me! I'd love to know! And any ideas you have will definitely be taken into consideration, so please let me know if there's anything you think of!

Also please check out GlissGirl99's amazing stories! She was the one who inspired me to write and have me the basic idea! She's also my cousin! :)

-Jay