Hey! Thanks for clicking on my story! First of all, the title for this particular story is a quote from a person named, John Gay and I just thought it was so lovely and fitting to the story, that I had to use it

Lastly, this is my first ever Legend of Zelda story. I hope you enjoy it, and don't worry if you don't really understand, because all will be revealed! Please review and tell me where I could improve :)

This is a re-draft

The sky seemed to ripple, as it was as clear as a beautiful glistening ocean. The sun was soft, and did not shine harshly as its rays bore only a light amount of heat on this pleasant day. The sound of thriving life broke through the silence of the lush, green of the forest. Ferns sprouted from the ground, their soft, silky leaves willowing in the slight breeze that had been picked up in the shaded woods. A grasshopper hopped through the long grass, it's casual yet quick hopping gave a slight rustling sound to those who listened closely, as it jumped from place to place for what seemed to be no apparent reason. Birds twittered at each other as if exchanging pleasantries, whilst a woodpecker hammered its beak against the tough bark of a tall tree, as it attempted to find its meal.

The sound of thudding footsteps approaching the forest interrupted the activities of the wildlife, and all looked to the source of the noise, assessing the danger. The footsteps grew closer, and two young boys rounded the corner of the forest, chasing one another whilst giggling uncontrollably. Both seemed to be around the age of ten. The first one, Link; the one being chased was clad in the typical villager clothing that was adorned by the villagers that resided near this forest. It consisted of a short brown tunic, with black trousers tucked into black walking boots. He had sandy blonde hair, which although short, was thick and fell down his forehead and almost covered his eyes, which were piercing blue, contrasting with his tanned skin. He had Hylian ears, which protruded out of his hair, and formed a point near the ends. The other boy, whom was chasing the tanned child, was much paler than Link, yet he still had a hint of a tan. However his skin was pale enough to almost blend in with his pure, white hair. It was thick and did not have a particular style apart from that it was messy and in a disarray and fell over his eyes so that he had to keep flicking it out of his face, his eyes were a deep brown. Like Link he had the trade mark of Hylian ears, and he also wore the clothes that were worn by the near village. His name was Ghirahim.

Link ran relentlessly, he would not let Ghirahim catch him. Ghirahim always caught him. But this time he wasn't going to let it happen. Link glanced behind him and saw that Ghirahim was a couple of yards away. This caused Link to widen his eyes in surprise, and he began to speed up his legs. Still glancing behind, he ran as fast as he could.

'Hey! Link watch out!' Ghirahim yelled in concern. Link faced forward, but just as he did his face came into contact with the hard wood of a tree trunk, and he slammed against the tree. In the same second he rebounded from the tree and lost his balance and fell to the grassy floor. He first registered a growing pain pounding in the area of his nose. Then he felt a throbbing on the back of his head as he realised his head had landed on an extremely sharp, cragged rock. His eyes watered at the pain and he let out a whimper.

'Hey, Link, are you okay?' Ghirahim questioned, with concern in his tone. Link opened his eyes and saw Ghirahim kneeling over him, shoving his face into Link's trying to get a response out of the sandy haired boy.

'Ouch, that really hurt...,' Link whimpered and clasped a hand over his nose. A tear slipped out of his eye.

'Link, are you crying?' Ghirahim interrogated. Link widened his eyes.

'No! I wouldn't cry! Crying is for babies!'

'Hahaha! Cry baby! Cry baby!' Ghirahim chanted. Link pouted at his friend, and then crossed his arms. Ghirahim noticed and snickered.

'Oh come on then, wimp, let's go home so you can get mummy to kiss it better,' Ghirahim teased. He stood up and held out a hand to help Link up. Link grabbed onto his pale friends hand and pulled himself up, and then began walking in the direction back to their home.

Ghirahim was scowling. He did not like what had happened. He had gone home with Link after he'd injured himself. Yet when they had gotten back, Link's mother had made Link go inside whilst she gave Ghirahim a lecture, on how he should not play with her son, because he got hurt every time. It wasn't his fault that Link was such a clumsy person. She had finally decided to shut up and go inside to tend to the bruise forming on Link's forehead, leaving Ghirahim to just stand there.

Ghirahim began to traipse home, scuffing his boots along the floor, kicking up the dusty mud as he went. He hated that he wasn't allowed to play with Link. Although it never stopped him, it still annoyed him. Also, he always saw how the other villagers looked at him when they thought he didn't see. He didn't know why they looked at him like that or what they meant by their hateful stares, but he wished they wouldn't do it. It made him feel like an outcast. But why would he be an outcast? He was so confused.

He just wanted to get home to Haya, and tell her all about how unfair people were to him. Haya was his guardian, she was very old, but had looked after him in place of his parents because...well he didn't know why. Haya would never tell him where his real parents were and why they weren't here instead of her. She said that he would know when he was older. But Ghirahim knew that was always something adults said when they wanted children to shut up.

Ghirahim arrived at his hut, much later than he should have due to his wandering and dawdling along the way. He opened the door and walked in.

'Hello? Haya?' He yelled.

'Ghirahim, my dear is that you? Come here would you?' His guardian replied in a scratchy voice. The pale headed boy walked into the room where Haya was sitting. He took a double take when he saw a big, burly figure standing in the room. The figure was big and his skin was an odd shade of black and all he was wearing was a loincloth tied up around his waist. He had an arm outstretched, in which Ghirahim noticed that the outstretched hand was tangled up in the wiry, grey hair of Haya. The boy's eyes widened in horror when he saw that the stranger was dangling his guardian off of the floor by her hair, causing Haya to groan and whimper every so often.

'Hello boy,' the stranger greeted with his animalistic growl of a voice. Ghirahim was speechless. He could not speak, or move and terror began to fill his being. He looked at Haya and saw she was staring at Ghirahim with weary eyes and her face was wrinkled with worry. She stretched her mouth and tried to say something, but apparently could not get the words out. This outraged Ghirahim.

'Put Haya down!' Ghirahim ordered. The figure chuckled with heavy sinister tone.

'Gladly,' He let go of Haya's hair and she dropped to the floor with a thud, falling on her back, with a groan. Ghirahim screwed his face up in anger, but suddenly he was thrown against the wall behind him by some invisible force. The wind went out of his stomach and he yelled in pain.

'You should learn to say please to your master,' the mysterious stranger demanded in a mock angry voice. He seemed to be well endowed with muscles and he had a black, purplish body that look liked it had the texture of stone. Ghirahim suddenly forgot about his pain. 'Master?' he thought.

'What the hell do you mean?' Ghirahim yelled, yet despite his hostility. The stranger's mouth curved sinisterly at the corners as he gave a smirk.

'You want to know? I'll tell you then,' the dark voice replied, the sound smothering the room like a poisonous gas.