~Don't own anything...Or do I? (1) Unsure if the Ultimatrix can time out anymore, been a while seen I've seen the show, so in this story it can!~

Ben muttered angry profanities at the ones responsible for his current state of being. With the Ultimatrix tuned out,(1) Ben had no way to exit the woods quickly and had no choice but to force his way to the exit using on his human hands.

He, along with his cousin and Friend, Gwen and Kevin, were investigating very suspicious expeditions into the woods Ben now found himself in. Multiple attempts to investigate the strange woods by both aliens and humans have resulted in failure, many have returned injured and any equipment brought along was ultimately destroyed beyond salvation.

There was something in these woods, something that either side was willing to risk everything to obtain.

Ben frowned, thinking back to a pervious thought he had when told of this mission. These aliens were advanced light-years ahead of the human race, and yet, had to venture into the woods themselves to retrieve whatever they were after instead of simply destroying the forest for whatever they were after.

Something was in the air, he wouldn't deny that, an existence with great abilities. Just standing near the edge of the forest made Ben slightly nervous to walk inside. Kevin and Gwen didn't seem to notice anything strange on their own. Only until Gwen actually used her powers did she sense it too, but before she could say anything, they were ambushed.

Angry aliens screaming at them, demanding they leave the gateway alone. Ben's heart clenched at it. The image of a sword appeared in his mind, a sword laying within the stone walls of an extraordinary place. A great temple that had stood tall against the battle of time.

He shook his head, now's not the time to get lost in daydreams. Though he briefly wondered why he thought of that. Pushing past a rather large leave, the alien-shape shifter found himself in the open... Well, not entirely open. There were less trees than before and a dirt pathway leading towards the unknown. The trees that were there, were much taller, but will less leaves, which allowed for more streams of light to enter. The golden beams penetrated the wall of leaves, making the earth they touch glow with an otherworldly glow.

There was something mystic how the way the light flowed in and the air shifting through the trees...and very familiar to the green-eyes hero. He felt himself moving towards a large tree ring like wall, watching in amazement as it faded into nothingness; Another path stretched out further into the woods.

For some reason, Ben felt a drive to move onward, towards a destination he didn't know, one that felt so natural yet foreign at the same time. Traveling through the forest was fairly simple, the forest was eager to assist him deeper into their heart, setting blockades for the wrong path and opening doors to new areas.

It was very unnerving for the alien-hero, yet he couldn't bring himself to question it. Along one of the paths, Ben noticed bizarre wooden puppets lining the dirt road. Many were broken and rotting, some however... were staring at him with their blank eyes, than their heads rolled and they began moving. They stood there, moth-eaten capes flowing in the wind and heads cracking. That should had rattled him senseless, but he didn't.

More began to appear as Ben got closer to his goal. They didn't do anything, besides creep the hell out of him. The next area he entered had more wooden puppets, nothing changed, only with the addition of a child dancing and playing some kind of instrument. The song he played was very upbeat, and reminded Ben of an never ending maze of trees and dancing leaves.

The song ended abruptly as the child noticed it's new arrival. He stared at Ben with beady, orange eyes, and Ben found he couldn't look away. His skin appeared to be made of wood and he wore an outfit that Ben had a hard time describing, really the only thing he noticed was the child's eyes with that creepy smile on his face.

"hehe" the child giggled, "You came back!"

"Back?" Ben asked, "But I've never been here before."

What he said was apparently very amusing as the child began giggling madly.

"Ooooh, you don't remember!" The child pouted, "No fun! I was hoping you would play with me some more!"

Ben grew more confused the more the child spoke. Has he ever met this child before and he just couldn't recall, like the boy said?

"Ah!" he exclaimed, "Maybe if you saw the Heavenly Mage then maybe your memory would come back! And then we can play some more!"

With that said, the wooden boy spun around, vanishing in a dance of leaves, only to reappear on a ledge above a bricked-wall. The wall vanished and the child giggled again, "Through here is the mage! Go see him, then come back and play alright?"

Ben raised an eyebrow as the boy vanished from view. He briefly glanced at the Ultimatrix, only to find it still charging.

'Odd,' he thought, 'It should be done by now...'

The green-eyed hero returned his gaze towards the opening that had just appeared. His unexplainable urge to storm the unknown path sky-rocketed. He found his feet moving entirely on their own towards whatever lay at the end of the path. Though half-way through the tunnel Ben heard the child's voice break through the airy silence.

"Heheh, you may have changed appearances over the years, but I always recognize my friends Hero." The boy, Skull Kid, said.

'Skull Kid?' he mused, 'Where did that come from?'

The tunnel ended opening into a wide area, stone walls rose up from the earth, but no roof was there to greet them, allowing them to be overgrown with vines and tree roots. A door next to balcony of sorts overlooked the floor below, two stairs on each side of the balcony trailed downward. Moss and other plant life covered every inch of the floor. Only a small platform and the stairs under the archway in the back were free of any living thing.

The platform had a single mark, three dusty, but obviously gold colored triangle pieces were placed together to form a single, larger triangle.

Triforce

Just passed the platform were two statues set away from the arch on each side of the door. Moss covered their features, but each had faint blue lines on their bodies and similar faces and staffed-hammers.

Sacred Guardians

All sorts of images and pictures shot through Ben's brain, causing him to cry out from the overload of objects attempting to cram into his brain at once. Images of tall castles, raging volcanoes, and the heavenly sword raced through his mind.

...Hyrule Castle...

...Death Mountain...

...Master Sword...

He dimly noticed the pain that came with the overload. Only until it was fading away did he actually feel it; a dull throbbing at the back of his mind. Eventually the pain faded away completely, as did the visions as well. But now, Ben felt very strange. Almost like there was another presence besides his own in the ancient temple.

Temple of Time

"Heh, I never thought I'd be seeing you around here again Hero."

Ben shot up from where he had fallen, frantically searching for the origin of the voice, his hand gripping the Ultimatrix and praying it was finished.

"Whose there?!" He demanded, still searching.

"I think you know very well who I am Hero."

Heavenly Mage

D'...yo...e

"H-Heaven-l-ly Mage," He stuttered, trying to find the sense to understand the words, "D-D'nayore?"

"You are correct. I am the Heavenly Mage, D'nayore."

'W-why do I know that?' Ben asked himself.

"It is the memories of your past life resurfacing Hero."

Oops, did he say that out loud.

"Yes you did."

What the hell man?! He should be able to control his voice better than this!

"Well," D'nayore began, "You certainly took your sweet time getting here. I was begin to wonder wither or not you were reincarnated in this time, Hero."

"Why do you keep calling me hero?"

"Ah, your memory will return soon enough. It is time for the Hero of Time to rise again."

Hero

of

Time

Those words struck a cord in Ben, for reasons unknown. The memory of a sword, blue and winged, glowing in the darkness came to mind. A sacred treasure given only to those blessed by the Gods, shining bright in an abyss of emptiness, casting away evil and spending prosperity to every corner of the earth.

From the corner of his eye, Ben could see past the statues, up towards the stairs where a gleaming blade laying waiting.

Waiting for him

His mind felt numb, and for the first time in his life he realized something was missing. Receiving the Omnitrix so long ago sparked a memory, a memory buried deep within his mind, yet still influenced his actions.

'Become a Hero,' it would say, and the emptiness would fade with every heroic act his child self accomplished. But now, with the blade of evil's bane placed within it's pedestal completely shattered the numbness. He was finally able to think clearly about his life.

He knew what he was missing.

The sword which had aided him in the past, and the golden power which surpasses even the technology of the brightest species.

D'nayore found this whole situation quite amusing, as he watched the reincarnated hero step forward to reclaim his power. The hero's appearance was something he was not used to, brown hair with emerald eyes. What had happened to cause such a change?

That's when he noticed.

'Ah, how just like you Farore. To give the Hero of Time the same colored eyes as the wind, the forest, of all life and of course, yourself.'he thought amused.

'The Hero with the eyes of a Goddess.'