Well, everyone. This is the long awaited continuation to the Seeing Truth trilogy. I hope you all enjoy. And remember, those who haven't read Seeing Truth or Seeing Lies- it would be a good idea to read them or at least skim it. I know, it's a lot, but maybe it'll go by fast.

Disclaimer: I don't own any Legend of Zelda character or anything else belonging to Nintendo. Of course, I changed a few things up in my opinion.

Also, I give credits to Lizai for the title "Seeing All." It helped me come up with the "or Nothing" part. I might change the title if I feel like it would be better.

Seeing All or Nothing

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Prologue

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Shattering my most imperfect dream that Monday morning drove me to madness. I swatted the alarm clock in aggravation, hoping to quiet the strumming of an electric guitar and the singing of a horse and send them to a black oblivion where nothing existed. It was a perfect spring morning, wasn't it? The sun was shining brightly outside, the San Francisco breeze ruffling my hair as I sat up in rigid motions to glare at the open window, wondering why my mother would open it so early.

In hopes to wake you up you moron, my mind retorted, as if I should actually know!

I tossed the covers off of me and staggered to the window. Outside, trolleys rushed by and cars shrieked along the rolling and curving streets, the drivers hoping to get to work on time. I ducked my head outside, welcoming the sea breeze as I gazed at the ocean blue horizon dotted with tall specks of white.

Moving to San Francisco had been the best thing that had happened to me in the past seven months. My family and I had left the rickety old house in the tiny town to a cozy townhouse near the beach. Linda, my mother had sided with me, debating with my father that leaving the worn out town where I had spent nearly twenty months in a coma to a livelier place would benefit me, help me start anew. Of course, the change wasn't the biggest thing in my mind. We had only moved into a neighboring city.

I smiled anyway. Ten or twenty or thirty miles, we were still away from the horror. I was done with Kado and Isabella and Eric. Pierre and Sophie were in the back of my mind, rotting with the rest of my dreams during those traumatic years. I had given up my old friends and made new ones in hopes to forget how they turned their backs on me when I tried to explain the real meaning behind what had happened to me, or where the scar actually came from.

No one cared about it anymore, either. I was the only one that remembered it as the tendrils on my back grew and grew. They took over my body, wrapping around my arms and legs at a steady pace. It sent shivers up my spine every time I traced the pattern, feeling the tissue that embarked further on my skin.

"Jade!" Mia, my sister called, "Get your ass downstairs!" I snapped my head back inside my room, hitting my head against the window's woodwork along the way. I yelped and rubbed the back of my head profusely.

I could hear my mother, Linda was scolding her for cursing inside the house. I smirked before sighing in relief.

I changed quickly and took care of my personal hygiene before trudging downstairs with my backpack slung over my shoulder.

"Is the bus here yet?" I asked, grabbing a piece of toast from the plate set on the table.

My father rolled his eyes and replied as he turned his attention back to the morning newspaper, "Nope, I think you made it early this time."

Mia checked her watch, "You have five minutes to spare." She grinned before forking the rest of the syrupy pancakes in her mouth.

"Hallelujah!" I waved a goodbye before rushing out the door.

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"You're early!" Tommy joked with disbelieving eyes as I walked up to him to where he stood at the routine school bus stop.

I smirked, "Thanks to my alarm that woke me up on time." He ruffled my hair and I poked his watermelon spikes.

"I guess this is the color of the week," I pointed out just as the school bus screeched to a halt in front of us. I waved the gas exhaust away, trying to hold back a cough.

Tommy smirked as the doors flew open, "It's an experiment."

I furrowed my eyebrows for a mere second before smiling, "I guess you have to try something first before going through with it."

"Don't I know it!" he bounded up the steps and I followed.

"Make a route to a different dimension, then, Tommy-boy."

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"You seem to have forgotten one minor detail," I chided Laura as I pulled my physical Ed shirt over my head so that half my words were muffled, "It's been growing."

She tossed her light auburn hair to the side, "I'm telling you, it's a birthmark that looks like a scar." So, maybe she was the only one that seemed to care about the freakish thing on my back. Everyone else stared at it like it was a spider ready to attack him or her.

"Pfft," I rolled my eyes, "A friggin' ugly birthmark. I've had this scar ever since I went into the coma, and it keeps getting longer."

"Then, what is it?" she questioned, furrowing her eyebrows.

I hesitated, "You wouldn't believe me."

She smiled, her blue eyes bright as she tugged her hair into a low ponytail; "Try me."

"You'll freak."

"Then let me be freaked."

"It's a scar…" I thought for a moment, "that signifies…my place…in this society of…extinct mutant races that…have…been…"

"You're just making that up!" she screeched. I smirked, glad that she had cut me off from continuing.

"I told ya'." She pushed my shoulder playfully and I cocked my head while she walked passed me. "Open your eyes, chica." I muttered incoherently.

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There's a time to forget and a time to remember. Life is filled with those opportunities that drive us crazy if we miss. If we neglect them, we remember them for the rest of our lives, and if we follow them- there's always the larger chance that we'll end up forgetting it a few months later.

I didn't have an opportunity to choose last time. I just had to live with what happened to me. Actually, it had already been chosen, hadn't it? I was already "chosen" by the ancient goddesses to become "the Bearer." Whatever the hell I was supposed to do still didn't seem clear to me.

But, I hadn't seen Kenny in nearly seven months, I hadn't had any recurring nightmares, I wasn't being haunted by a ghost, there weren't pointy-eared elves walking the streets, and I hadn't played a Legend of Zelda game in the longest time.

I felt alive…

And slightly cold, but what did it matter? For nearly my entire sophomore year of high school, I was living freely. I wasn't worrying about what Kenny had said. Why should I? What was I supposed to do? Stay up late at night and plot battle strategies?

For crying out loud I didn't care anymore! Let him find me, let him chase me; let him kill me- it didn't matter! In so long I had lived my life normally, with one minor dysfunction- the scar. It was the one thing that reminded me, sent chills up my spine every time I though about it.

Seven months ago my life began over again.

Now, my life was over.

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Prologue out- hurray! I'm sorry to those I sent PMs to when they hadn't asked or to those I didn't because I forgot. I just sent them to people who I thought were reading and had asked and stuff. XD And I felt like updating earlier than usual just for the heck of it. So, tell me what all of you think!