Hello And welcome to my second story, Nightmarish Wishes. I do so hope that I read my first story first, Hailing Darkness, becuase it's the prequel to this story. You might be a tad confused if you do not, becuase there are a lot of things that I will refer back to in my other story. Plus! It's fun to read!

I do not own any of the Zelda characters or places.

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I stumbled over the rocks, having tripped over a few. My hands were all scraped up and slightly bloody. Harsh winds attacked my face fiercely, but I knew that I was lucky that I had a cloth mask on at the time. My eyes…they used to be bright, a nice deep ocean blue, but over time, over the course of five years, they had changed. They had narrowed, losing their childlike appearance. Dark circles shadowed the under of my eyes like the depths of an ocean. I stepped over a few more rocks, trying my best to keep my balance. Where was I? Even I did not know by now. Having lost my map several years ago, and not able to find a new one, I just went where the wind took me. My cloak fluttered in said wind, and I finally came to an area that was solid. I sat down, crouching that the wind could not damage me, and felt at my boots. They had cuts up along the sides, dried blood here and there. The leather on the other side had been rubbed away by the coarse ground not long ago, and it was almost getting to the point where it was unbearable to walk. I was tired. So tired. But whenever I stopped moving, I thought of him. He, who had loved me until the day he betrayed me. And for some reason…I could forgive him.

"I think I found a name for you."

"What is it?"

"Nyct…it means night."

My eyes watered slightly, whether it was from the wind, or the memory, I did not know. I wiped away the single tear that just so happened to fall down my cheeks. Staring at it, delicately balancing on my fingertip, I watched as it was whisked away by the harsh wind. I missed him…so much. I did not know if he knew that, or if he did, perhaps he wouldn't believe it. During our last final battle with Ganondorf…he left me to be besides his Dark Lord once again. After that moment, I had almost completely lost myself. I remembered the moment well. I was confused. I wanted him by my side, so why had he left me? I had thought…when he delved his fingers into my chest, that I was going to be killed by the one person in the world that I loved, but then I knew otherwise by the look he had given me. The one look, the one expression, had been filled with so much hopelessness that it made me choke on my tears. And those words…those terrible words he had whispered to me.

All I remember after that was waking in an Inn, a bloody hole in my chest. The Stock Pot Inn, and this Inn was located in a town I had heard of, which was located in a land that I never had dreamed of existing. Somehow, he had transported me somewhere far away in order to save me from the wrath of Ganondorf. He didn't want me to die. He wanted me to live, for me to be with him once again, but I had almost died with such a wound. The lady at the Inn had taken care of me, healing my wound. I did not truly understand, but I had accepted the situation, and had left the town immediately when I was well enough. I knew that Nyct was out there somewhere, waiting for me. So, with that in mind, I had trekked to a shore, called Great Bay. After meeting a sister zora tribe to the Zora's in Zora domain, I had acquired a ship. I didn't really have any destination, for I let the winds direct me. I had reached the point where my map had not gone any further, so to me, it had been useless. My only wish was to get back to Hyrule. To find him. To save him.

What I had found had shocked me.

It was a brand new Hyrule. A brand new land, but still vaguely similar to my old land. I had started investigating, walking over lands that felt familiar, but were completely different. I knew deep down that this was in fact a different land, but every now and then I met people that simply reminded me of those at home. After three years, I could not take it any more. I had found a quiet village, and slipped in quietly. At first, the people were slightly suspicious of the twenty year old that had slipped into their community, but it was easy getting them to trust me. There was nothing about me untrustworthy. My new house had reminded me greatly of the one that I had grown up in, in the Kokiri Forest. I had not seen my friends there in nearly three and a half years by this time, and the last time that I had seen them, none of them recognized me besides Saria. I had…nowhere to go. And the fact that I could not find the old Hyrule kept me from trying.

But then something had happened, two years later. I had worked hard as a rancher, constantly doing respectable things in order to keep my mind off of the terrible haunting that constantly coursed through my memory. Rumors began to spread throughout the village that something terrible had happened to the Princess of the land, and a new king had emerged. Instantly, something tugged at my heartstrings. So I had set off to find this king, and as I did, I found out more and more about a new race called the Twili. They lived in another dimension, and with every new bit of information, I had concluded that Ganondorf was attempting to take power once again. I had trekked all over the lands, solving mysteries one after another for the needy citizens of Hyrule. My thoughts had always stuck onto Nyct, no matter what situation I had been in, no matter who I was talking to.

"Nyct…why?"

"I love you. Don't forget me."

What had that been? He loved me, and he had saved me from the wrath of Ganondorf. But to report the current, I was in town.

Walking into the bar, I noted exactly how many people were here. The mailman, being the odd person that I've grown to know that he is, was sitting in a corner, muttering to himself like a deranged man. Sometimes I had to wonder about him and those tight shorts that he wears, but I do not question. Today was yet another day that I turned up to this bar, empty handed, empty hearted. I looked into the extra side room. Everyone from the resistance was here as well, but for once, I did not feel well enough to speak with them. Turning back to the bar, my eyes scanned over a strange blond, and met on Telma, who was speaking to said blond. She seemed to have a worried gaze about her, and when her eyes met mine, she motioned for me to step over. I frowned, and followed.

"Dear, perhaps you could help this young man?" She asked me, winking. I shuddered. For a large woman like her, winking at random people in such a way was sometimes…a tad odd, but it was her. I've gotten to know that woman pretty well over the weeks that I had been stopping by. I nodded, not really saying much, and walked over. I wasn't much of the talker, for sometimes I found that questions could be answered without words. I sat next to the man, not really looking at him, but I felt his eyes turn on me. I jumped in shock when the glass he was holding fell from his hands. Looking at the ground, where the shattered glass lay, I wondered what shocking thing had caused him to drop such a thing, but when I looked up, I was pretty shocked myself.

Red eyes. Not my Nyct's red eyes, but familiar one none the least. The only thing missing from that soft looking face was that his usual small turban was missing. He had his cowl lowered, so he could drink, but now he was sitting there, his mouth agape, staring at me in complete shock.

"Link?" I blinked, staring him straight in those blood red eyes. This was not how I usually remembered seeing the man. I had never seen the lower side of his face before, until now, but those eyes were the same. I gazed down quickly before looking back up. He was wearing different clothes, slightly baggier than I could remember, but still…it was Ihim/I. The last time I had seen him was when he taught me the Sonata of Water, before I had that battle with Nyct.

"Sheik?"

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Did you like my first chapter guys!

God I love cliff hangers.