Chapter 1.
The eleven year old Hylian boy walked slowly through the slippery alleyway of Hyrule's famous Castle Town. He didn't really have much on his mind; He was too tired to think. Then why was he walking? He didn't quite know himself.
Sighing, he sat down upon the wet steps of one of the many conjoined houses in the twisting alley, looking up at the gray sky. It had rained a little bit ago. He straightened his green tunic, and shifted the strap that held the sword and shield on his back. He used to wear a long green hat as well, but he lost it. Well, a more accurate description would be that someone had taken it off of him, and never gave it back. Of course, his hat was the LAST thing on his mind at the time.
The boy plucked the string of his eye patch.
He found that he does that quite often when thought about... THAT night.
Frustrated, he brushed his blonde bangs out of his face and stood up, stretching.
As he started walking again, he heard another pair of footsteps behind him.
Over a year and a now nonexistent seven years of saving two different worlds has made him weary of things like footsteps that follow him. He kept walking, hoping it was just another passerby, but the footsteps behind him stopped. Suddenly, a high pitched buzzing noise echoed through the alleyway, and he saw a green light being reflected across the wet cobblestones.
The boy swirled around, whipping his sword from its scabbard, and promptly slipped and landed on his behind. He looked up to see an obviously foreign man staring at him from a few feet away. The buzzing had stopped, along with the green light, which had probably come from the odd looking instrument in the man's hand. The man in question wore a tan tweed jacket, black trousers, and a strange bow thing around his neck under his shirt collar. He had floppy brown hair and a rather large chin, but the thing that caught the boy's attention was his ears. They where small and round. Hylians had rather large and pointy ears.

"Are you alright?" The man asked in an accent akin to that of the royal family.

The boy just glared at him with his single eye, the eye that was still there and not covered with an eyepatch.

The man ignored the glare. "Say, uh... Could you possibly tell me what this place is? It's similar to the average kingdom in medieval times, but I'm not so sure about the ears..." That second sentence seemed to be to himself as he scratched the back of his neck with the strange instrument.

The boy decided to speak, as he got back on his feet. "Hyrule. Era of the Queen of Destiny. Now who the hell are you?" He snapped.

The man looked shocked and slightly offended. "Well then, Mr. Grouchy. I'm the Doctor. DON'T ask the question. Wait... What planet is this?"

The boy stared at the Doctor. He must be an idiot or something. "Earth. Obviously. And... Doctor who?"

The Doctor rolled his eyes. "I told you not to ask the question! Wait... How can this be Earth? Last time I checked, Earth isn't full of grouchy elf people."

Now it was the Boy's turn to roll his eye. "By the Gods, WE. ARE NOT. ELF PEOPLE. Got it? We're Hylians. And not everyone is grouchy. Just me, at the moment."

"And WHY are you grouchy?"

"Because I've been looking at you for too long."

"Oi! That's not nice. What's your name?"

"Link."

" 'Link'... That's a brilliant name."

Link turned a light shade of pink at that. Then something else about this Doctor man caught his attention.
"Your eyes, Doctor..."

"Yes?" He prompted.

"They're... So old. But your face is so young," A thought suddenly struck the young hero. He smiled. "You're not human, are you?"

The Doctor looked at him with raised eyebrows, yet there was a hint of amusement in his ancient eyes. "Well you're sharp minded, aren't you? Not too many people can figure that one out in the first five minutes of meeting me."

"Call it experience."