Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Zelda, only the essential plotline I have written here.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey all, just so that you all know, this is a rewrite of my first story, Ocarina of Time: Three Goddesses Reincarnated. As I was reading through it, I realized a couple of things. One was that…since I changed my mind so much about the plot and where it was headed, a lot of what I wrote ended up being discarded in the later chapters, or explained in such a way that was totally ridiculous! Another thing wrong was how I wrote it. Needless to say, I'm much older now, and I'm actually on summer break about to head off to college at the end of August, and my writing has gotten much better. Now, I can't say that it is necessarily FANTASTIC but it is better. Hopefully I can keep it in the same tense the whole way through. I love you all!!

The Flames of Time

Chapter One: A Tragic Fire

As the end of the school day began to tick closer, students began to watch the clock. 3:15 was only five minutes away. For one girl, the time was going slowly. Every single stroke of the second-hand took what seemed like hours, and her teacher kept on droning away.

"All right class...your first and your last project for the semester…" She stated, a hand going through her hair. A hand in the back of the class shot up, a frown placed on the student's face. "Can't this wait?"

"Well…we only have five minutes left…can you really explain the project in that amount of time?" He asked, his voice was monotonous and his eyes half-lidded.

"If I can't, you're all staying after the bell." The teacher growled. Then, a smile blossomed on her face as she lifted the projector sheet and showed the white-board. On it was a timeline, crammed with different eras of history, from the prehistoric caveman-era to current history…and even a mark on the future. "I know that history bores a lot of people, and it excites very few. However, when it is written about, a lot of facts are left out, or just butchered. Trying to be historically accurate is very difficult. Therefore, I have made enough subdivisions of eras as are in this particular class." The woman went over to her desk and bent over to pick up a ridiculous-looking hat. It was the kind that French artists wore in the movies. In it were several slips of paper. "I will have all of you select your era from the slip in your hat. You may not trade, because I am going to write down what you have when you draw it out."

Groans filled the room. The hat was passed around and one by one the eras went away. When it reached a girl with semi-long red-brown hair, she grimaced and stuck her hand in the hat. One piece of paper had a tear in it, and she figured she might as well grab that one. She drew it out and unfolded it. "Medieval." She sighed, and put it in her pocket. It probably wasn't the best place to put it…but she could remember a report if it was brought up constantly.

When everybody had gotten done with the slips of paper, the teacher went up to the front of the room. About one minute to go. "This is due two months before the end of the year, and it can bring you up or down at a maximum of two grade levels. Now, since you're all seniors, you need this class to graduate. I suggest you spend a lot of time on the story. Make it multiple chapters, have good characters…and it absolutely has to be historically accurate."

The bell rang. Some students were ready to go at that second and others were still putting their things in their bags. The girl was one of them.

"Tessa…are you coming to the game?" Another girl came up and smiled. Tessa smiled back and then yawned.

"Yeah." She said that as she was yawning. "I have to go home first. Apparently I have to clear out some shed on our property that we didn't even know we had."

"You don't have that much property…how can you have a shed and not know it? You've been here for almost six years!"

"I know…it's small. Some trees hid it, and everybody is scared of ticks in my family. So, I get selected to go check it out, and clear out the trash." Tessa grinned and rolled her eyes at her friend.

"Oh! What if there are bodies?"

"…Well…I'll scream so loud you'll be able to hear it at the gym!" Tessa laughed, and the girls began to walk down the hall.

"I wish you had joined volleyball. I miss you on the team."

"I haven't played since my sophomore year. Sports aren't my thing." Tessa shrugged. The two walked in silence until the gym and the entrance to the school. "Well…I'll see you at the game!"

"See you!"

Tessa walked home. Although she was a senior in high school, she didn't have her driver's license. Freshly-turned 17, Tessa didn't enjoy driving. In fact, she had a heart-attack every time she got behind the wheel.

It took her a while to get home. When she did, she put her bag on the floor by the doorway and went up to change out of her school uniform into something better for cleaning. She went through her drawers and found that just about everything else was waiting in the laundry. With a muttered curse she looked through the state of all of her clothes. They were covered in mud and dirt. It was part of the lifestyle where she lived.

"I guess…school uniform it is." Tessa switched her school loafers for a pair of boots and grabbed a pair of gardening gloves from a drawer in the kitchen before she headed for the back yard. "Ugh…" Tessa wrinkled her nose at the smell that emanated from the abandoned shed. It had obviously been abandoned for a few of the previous house owners, not just her family. The trees and undergrowth made it difficult for Tessa to get to the shed. After a few minutes of trying, Tessa went to the kitchen and grabbed her dad's pocketknife. Another half-hour went by before she got into the building.

With a look at her watch, Tessa grimaced. If she was lucky, she could make it to the varsity volleyball game about half-way through. Tessa gave the doorknob a jiggle and confirmed it was locked. After trying to force it open as she hoped that old age and rotted wood would give way, she brought out the pocket knife again and tried to stick it in the keyhole. The knife was too big so she chose one of the other things…she wasn't exactly fluent in the different objects that could be found as part of a pocket knife. Eventually she got one to work, and the door creaked open. A gush of air started towards Tessa's back which caused Tessa to stumble as she walked in. Despite the wind, Tessa looked around. In order to keep her hair from whipping her face she grabbed it and put it in a quick high ponytail.

A strong smell caused Tessa to wrinkle her nose. Her dark brown eyes searched the shed as she wondered where the smell was coming from. Rotten wood and piles of hay met her eyesight. This was some sort of barn storage shed. "I can't clean all of this…" Tessa groaned, and her head hung back. The sky above her was cloudy, and off she could hear faint instances of thunder from somewhere in the distance. "This is just great, a storm. I'll never get to that game now." She muttered. As she put down her head to sigh and just give up on the spot, a bolt shot up her spine. It was then that she recognized the smell: gasoline.

She whirled around to bolt out of the shed, and tripped over her own two feet. With a yelp she ended up on the floor of the shed. She stiffened as she realized her front side, including her face, was now splashed with the chemical. Her eyes were wide as now she looked all over the floor. No part of the floor of the shed was left untouched. A strong light flashed, and a second later Tessa heard a loud bolt of thunder that made her flinch violently.

"Great…" Tessa growled. "A huge storm is about to hit and I'm in a huge conductor…" Tessa slapped the ground and sent more gasoline flying as she pushed herself up. Wind was starting to pick up and there were more frequent lightning bolts lighting up the sky. The door swung shut. She reached for the doorknob and tried it again, but it wouldn't turn. "Damn!"

Letting out a string of curses as she leaned forward to get the pocketknife from her boot, where she had stored it. Another bolt of lightning went, and with horror Tessa whipped around to see the back of the shed catching fire. "No!" Tessa cried, and ran forward to where she fell and grabbed the pocketknife. Tessa saw the fire spread and bolted for the door. She fumbled with the pocketknife as the smell of burning wood reached her senses. Her heart began to pound and she dropped the knife. More curses ensued and tears fell down Tessa's eyes as she bent down to get the knife. With a look back her heart stopped. Only a few seconds until the fire hit the gasoline.

She tried to kick the door, all thoughts of the knife forgotten. The flames spread like wildfire towards Tessa, and soon she was surrounded by fire. Pain seared up her legs and she felt the flames licking at her thighs. She screamed as much as she could. "Mom! Dad! Somebody! Help! I need help! Call the fire department! Get me out of here!" She called, pounding on the door. Her voice became hoarser as she took in more breaths of smoke, and her vision became blurred.

Flames began to climb up the front of Tessa's body due to the gasoline splashed all over her body. Tessa screamed her lungs out, as she looked around. Instead of trying the door, she ran towards one of the walls, and tried to kick it down. That only sent more pain searing through her body. As she ran towards the back of the shed, her legs collapsed. Flames engulfed her body. Tessa couldn't even scream anymore. Her breath became labored, and she coughed up blood. Soon, her vision blackened until she couldn't see, and she lost consciousness.

"I don't like the look of that storm." A beautiful red-headed girl at about the age of 17 frowned she covered her bright blue eyes to look at the sky. "It's going to be a big one, isn't it girl?" She murmured as she patted the horse that lead the carriage. "We have to make it to the ranch soon…" She scanned the horizon. The ranch was visible, but still a ways away. With a sigh, she the woman murmured an apology towards her horse and flicked the reins in order to quicken the mare's pace. She looked back to make sure her purchases were safely strapped in to the back of the wagon and smiled. Everything was in place.

She had been travelling for two days since she had left the village of Kakariko in order to sell her ranch's milk and other meat products that most people couldn't get anywhere else. Her name was Malon, and she was a popular girl amongst the villagers. Her and her father, Talon, lived on a ranch outside of any city or village boundaries due to the amount of land her ranch took up. The storm was growing bad really fast, and Malon finally had the horse bolt out at a full gallop when they hit the long trail that led up to Lon Lon Ranch. The wind picked up, blowing Malon's hair in multiple directions. She ignored it, and concentrated on getting back to the ranch safely.

Screams suddenly invaded Malon's sensitive hearing, she her head whipped to the origin. Not too far away she could see a fire slowly dying. It seemed contained, but those screams unnerved her. After a moment of debating, Malon encouraged the mare to go towards the fire at a full gallop. Malon's conscience wouldn't be able to handle it if somebody died like that so close to the shelter of her ranch.

It didn't take her very long to reach the ranch, and it seemed that the storm was dying already, which was odd. Heat radiated off the place where the fire was located, though as Malon reached it the only thing left was a small patch of flame here and there, and mostly just the remnants of whatever burned. A strange smell hit Malon's nose, one that she couldn't identify, but she pushed it out of her head. She halted her horse and wagon before she dismounted from the seat, and began to inspect the area. She hitched her skirt up and tucked some of it into her belt so that it wouldn't catch the flames.

At first, Malon didn't see much in the roughage until something caught her eye. It was a dark, dirty lump amongst all of the burnt wood. Goosebumps flew up Malon's arm as she reached out to touch it. When her hand made contact, it flinched, and Malon could finally identify what she was looking at. It was a person. Malon bent down to look closer. Everything about this girl, down to her clothes, was intact, but very dirty. Her skin, though it seemed to have been surrounded by fire, was cold and dirty. However, it also appeared very smooth.

With a frown, Malon carefully turned the girl over and inspected her. She seemed in perfectly good shape, and she was definitely alive. "This poor girl…" Malon murmured, and then stopped short. The ears on this girl were strange. Malon's own ears showed her Hylian heritage. They were long and pointed. On the ground, the girl had short rounded off ears, more like a Gerudo than a Hylian.

"Hello?" Malon prodded the body warily, and then looked at the clothes when she received no response. "I don't think she's a Gerudo…" Malon murmured. Although the skirt was a tad short, she had never heard of a Gerudo wearing any sort of skirt. The clothing style wasn't part of any region she had heard of. Was this girl a foreigner? Was she lost?

Malon sighed and grabbed the girl around her wrists in order to drag her up, and then hoisted her piggy-style onto her own back. Once Malon was entirely sure that the girl was secure she carried her to the wagon and placed her in a clear space in the back that she had made for herself to sleep in originally. As she made sure the girl would be safe there, Malon climbed back onto the front of the wagon and took up the reins. "All right, on to home. I have a lot of cleaning to do now."

END OF CHAPPIE

So, if you've read Ocarina of Time: Three Goddesses Reincarnated already, you can tell how different this one is already! Along with rewriting it, I want to make it different enough to attract both people who've read the original story, and those who are reading this for the first time (It was popular the first time around…so I have a lot of probably misplaced hopes for this). Even the ending will be different! When I get the inspiration back, I'll write the sequels to OoTTGR even more, but I really do have an explanation for that.

My computer crashed, I lost ALL of my memory (EVERYTHING!!) and I've been enduring my senior year of high school. Now I have a laptop and I'm getting ready for college, and since I'm sick of writing the next chapter for Twilight Princess: Realm of Immortals over and over and over again (as has happened when my computer started bugging really badly) so eventually, someday, I'll get back to that. I will admit though, I really don't like Diana's character. The only good thing about her is that I named her after my cat, Luna. SO I'm just going to throw a fit and leave it alone for a while. Windwaker: Awakening the Sages is the same way, but I like Mikayla.