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Ok, now that I have my scream finished, welcome to SI:AOoTT! Technically, This is supposed to be read before Origins, but because of how this story is written, but it can be read beforehand, so the cycle isn't broken or anything.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Legend of Zelda

Previously, on Sucked In: Origins...

A pale hand ruffled her curls as red eyes grinned sadly at her. "Don't worry Allie-bear. We'll meet again."

"She hasn't been sleeping well, Roy…"

Nycotika placed the knife on the table and Allisima felt her blood go cold. "Why was this under your pillow?"

"Honey… Miyamoto, Roy and I were talking and… we decided that it might be best if we moved away from Japan."

And now, on Sucked In: An Ocarina of Time Tale…

Ten year old Allisima 'Jackson' glared balefully at her school lunch. This was the tenth move in this year, and they had managed to get a place back in Maine, though on the other side of the state, closer to Canada. She didn't understand why the kids were so rude, or why they all wouldn't talk to her. At least she had her Shadow, though his visits were few and far between, mainly when she was about to have a flashback of the dungeons. As she recalled her time in her home world, four chairs scraped against the floor at the same time, derailing her thoughts. She looked up to see two other girls and two boys smiling at her.

"I'm Nicole!" The dark haired girl chirped. "This is John," she pointed to the blond boy, who grinned, revealing missing teeth. "That's Zach," the brown haired boy looked up from his handheld. "And she's Brittiney," the redhead! She had the same eye shape and tilt as Shadow!

"Do you have any brothers?" She blurted out to Brittiney, who had a startled look.

"N-no. Why are you asking?" She blinked owlishly, and Allisima frowned.

"Oh… you looked a boy I once knew."

"Your accent is…" John trailed off and she tensed. "Cool. Where are you from?"

"Oh, erm, Tokyo." She mumbled, pushing the runny potatoes around.

"Whoa," Zach whispered before asking louder, "Do you know Miyamoto Shigeru?"

"Not everyone in Japan can know him Zach!" Nicole snapped.

"Erm, actually, my mother, uncle and I helped him create the-the Legend of Z-Zelda series," Allisima admitted, shifting. She could feel their stares.

"So why are you here in America?" Brittiney asked.

"My mother thought it would be best to come here." Allisima shrugged. "Mr. Miyamoto suggested it after there was a mishap."

"I bet you have all of the Zelda stuff they've been making!" John moaned in jealousy. She flinched at the name, but nodded softly.

"I keep them in their packages. Collectables, I think they're called."

"Can we come over and see them?" Nicole asked. "I promise, we won't open them!"

Two years later found Allisima under her tree, shivering as the rain dripped down her spine, unable to find it within herself to care. She had been playing with Nici, John, Britt and Zach when she had randomly remembered that it had been over a year since she had seen her Shadow… but could she honestly call him hers? The thought had sent a bucket of ice cold water through her nervous system, and by the way they had suddenly halted, the others noticed her expression. She had wasted no time bolting into the woods, and now, five hours later, she lay curled in a ball against the tree roots, crying as she slowly forgot about her savior.

The sound of twigs snapping made her hiccup, and a pale hand in a black leather glove gently pressed against her ice cold cheek. "Allisima, what have you done?" At the sounds of his voice, she flinched and curled deeper into herself. "Allie, no, no, don't do that," He pulled her into a sitting position and leaned her against him. "What's wrong?'

" Watashi wa anata sukkari wasure, " She whispered. " Watashi wasure sasete wa ikemasen, "

"Sometimes you are supposed to forget," Shadow replied. "Your friends, they can help you just as much as I can, if not better." As they sat together, she heard him begin to sing. " Forever now, you and I must stay far, so far away. Forever, and never, the story will be; oh, forever and never, we shall repeat history. " He paused and softly smiled at her, tucking her loose curls behind her ear to reveal the pointed ends. " Forever now, I shall watch from afar. Forever now, you will grow. Though we will see, we can never be. Through this fate, we shall hope to change future history. " She could feel a tingling in her head as one of his hands stayed on her temple, seemingly holding her head to his chest. A nagging feeling made her start singing the next part with him.

" And I cry everyday you are not here, but I will hold on for you. And you will go on, without me. So I shall continue on this path."

She closed her eyes as the memories started. Why was she thinking of when they first met? Huh? Why was Shadow trailing off?

" But everyday, I forget more and more. Everyday, I cry for no reason. Everyday, you haunt me where I go. Everyday, I can't go on. Will you remember me? Will I forget you eventually? Should I ever do, will you continue to stay true to me? "

That… didn't sound right… No… that… she… why couldn't she remember? What was happening to her? Panic filled her before a calmness swept through her. Heh, what a silly thing to panic about; some silly little child lullaby! She opened her eyes and chuckled before frowning and looking at the man.

"Shadow, you know that song makes me laugh," she pouted.

"Hey, I was the one who learnt it from a friend, who learnt it from her own friend, who learnt it from his friend-," His voice was happy, but his eyes told a different story. They were deep red, like blood, and so sad… why was he so sad?

She opened her mouth to ask, but something else came out instead. "Blegh, okay, enough, you win. I'll go back home now." No! Her mind protested against the thought, but her body disobeyed as she stood up.

"Good girl,"

Tears rolled down her face as slowly, she forgot about the clearing in the woods. She did her best, but as she tried to remember her friend, but all she could get was a fuzzy blur, then an outline, and then… nothing. She forgot why she was crying by the time she got to her house, and when her mother and Uncle became panicked and asked why, she told them the truth: something bad had happened to someone, but she couldn't remember who it was or how she knew them.

"So I've started Ocarina of Time ," Allisima started as she got out her fruit salad. Her friends all stopped their own meals to stare at her. " What? Miyamoto insisted I play that one; apparently when I finish it, he's going to ship me a new one to compare the two."

" Dude , I've looked everywhere for the silver cased ones you've been getting; only one has been made, and you have 'em all." Zach whistled. "And now that Miyamoto says he has a new one for you? Lucky !"

"Hmm, my last experience with a Zelda game would say otherwise," she told them. They didn't really know all the basics, only that something happened when she finished the second game ever and it caused the reason why she acted the way she did. "Which is why you are more than welcome to watch me start playing when I go home." They gained smiles that were infectious, but Allisima wouldn't have it any other way.

"Allie, how close are you to finishing that game?" Nycotika called. Allisima rolled her eyes softly.

"I'm not playing the game!" A year had passed since she finished Ocarina of Time originally, and when Miyamoto has asked if the same thing happened as before, it sent off immediate warning bells. She had immediately set the phone down and all but threw the gaming console into her closet.

"Just because Miyamoto asked if the same thing happened-,"

"He said he'd give me a new copy if I finished it! A new copy ! Doesn't that sound familiar?!" Her mother paled before turning a shade of green. There were two copies of Zelda II: Adventure of Link . One with a copper haired girl who got 'kidnapped' at the beginning during a siege on the castle, and one without her.

Her mother's next words snapped her from her thoughts. "Just make sure your homework is done before you do anything else, okay?" Allisima just smiled and finished her maths before grabbing the soccer ball and heading to her backyard. Placing the ball down, she eyed where her uncle placed the goal for the day and judged the distance before taking a few steps back. She then rushed forward and struck the ball with a fierce kick. She dashed forward and began to dribble the ball between her feet, pretending there were opposing team members trying to get the ball as she twisted and guided the ball in different directions. When she was close enough, she kicked the ball into the goal, not expecting it to manage to go through the net and into the foliage.

"What?" She murmured as she realized that the net wasn't ripped. Blinking, she carefully continued into the woods. "It's alright Allie. This is America, not Hyrule. You're one of the only seven Hylians here."

A few more meters and she found her ball in a patch of thorns, severely deflated. With a sigh, she fished out the deflated ball before heading back to her house. "Allie? What happened?"

"My ball went through the net and into a bunch of thorns." she grumbled. "Now what will I do?"

"There… are those… games of yours," Nycotika suggested hesitantly. Allisima felt herself freeze. "Oh, I should have explained this to you the first time! Allie, you're…"

"I'm what?"

"Better off playing those game."

She felt her mouth go dry. "Y-you're lying! You don't know what I went through! I belong here!"

"No, Allisima! You have a bigger path; bigger than staying here with me could ever be! You're the Hero's Guide! You're supposed to save Hyrule!"

"Like how I was supposed to save it when I was eight?! When I was locked in the dungeons for six months?! When, at the end, Ganondorf's sanity broke, and he beat me every moment he could?! How am I supposed to save a country when I can't even protect myself?" Her voice broken and she was sent spiralling into memories. "The Hero doesn't care about me; When I begged to be unchained, he closed the door and went to fight Ganon. It wasn't him who pulled me from the rubble, it wasn't him who helped me find a way to come back. The Hero left me to die ." Her mother said nothing. "You are wrong about whatever path you think I have. If it starts with betrayal and backstabbing, it is not a path I wish to stay on!"

"You may not wish it, but it will happen either way!" Nycotika finally yelled back. "You are cursed, Allisima, and nothing but stopping the evil that started it will break it! Those games are supposed to help you, to train you in ways you've never imagined! If you refuse, you will be taken to our world immediately and you will be killed for your name!" Allisima finally paused.

"W-what?"

"In our world, you're known as the Child of Harmony. You are supposed to stop Demise with the Second Hero, the Hero of the Skies, but the prophecy just said 'Hero'. They blamed you when the Hero died helping us get to the portal that brought us here. Any use of your name is forbidden, and you are considered to have sided with Demise."

"But… that's not true!" Allisima cried. "I hate Demise! He - Father's dead because of him! I could never work with that monster!"

"I know, but the others don't see it that way. They saw a woman running away with a girl and a man while their own families burnt. They didn't realize you were the girl…"

"So I can never go back…"

"There's a way. Three worlds; that's all you need to do if you want to change how the people over in ours see you." She stayed silent for five minutes before speaking up in a mulish, but resigned tone.

"I'm guessing Adventure of Link doesn't count?"

"No… that was an accident." Nycotika shook her head sadly. "You've chosen your first already…"

" Ocarina of Time… "

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I'm not good at making songs, but here's the music that's supposed to go with Shadow's Lullaby: watch?v=qnf8vATuWVY