A/N: I don't really know why I'm starting yet another story; I guess it's just my response to everything (good and bad) that has been happening in my life lately. This was inspired by a combination of a dream and real life events that happened to me not all that long ago.

I want to say right now that I'm not expecting this to be perfect, and while reviews are nice and encouraging, I'm not writing this for feedback. For the first time in over a year, I finally have a motivation for writing again. My focus has drawn me into this story, and I'm inspired to do it.

Hopefully I will see this through to the end- I don't foresee it being long anyway- but I make no promises, other than the promise that I do not own The Legend of Zelda. Read, enjoy, and have a nice day.

~Moon White Rose

Chapter 1

A Storm in the Heart

"Zelda, sweetheart, please, open the door. I'm begging you; please tell me what's wrong," Gaebora Harkinian pleaded as he knocked on his daughter's bedroom door. It was a white door and pink flowers that had faded with time surrounded his daughter's name, which had been meticulously painted in the center by his wife twenty years earlier when it had been discovered they would be blessed with a little girl.

Twenty years; that door was so deceiving. It gave the false illusion of a room occupied by a little child who had not a care in the world. Instead it housed a twenty year old young woman who had come home crying her eyes out while screaming life wasn't worth living. Gaebora waited, but the only sounds he heard were the muffled sobs of his princess. His heart clenched; it was an ache in his chest to know that only a piece of wood kept him from comforting one of the lights of his life.

It was an ache that got only bigger with the realization that Zelda didn't want his comfort.

The man knocked again, but it yielded the same response as before. "I'll leave you be for now princess. I'll send your mother up after a while." Quiet met him, and silence followed him down the stairs. In the kitchen, his wife waited, concern marring the beauty of her face.

Where he looked like an old fat bird, with his almost beak shaped nose and large feather like eyebrows, his wife looked even lovelier now than when they had first met. Her body was still slender, even though age and bringing two children into the world had robbed her of some of the muscle she had possessed in her younger years. The only wrinkles she owned resided at the ends of her mouth, the result of so many smiles. Silver streaks wove in with her golden waterfall, and her eyes…

They were filled with worry now, but they were still a captivating violet blue; bright, alert and full of life.

In short, Gaebora had married an unearthly creature of divine beauty, grace, light, and love. "Gaebora how is she?" spoke his wife, drawing his mind back to the present. "Is she ok?"

"I don't know Hylia. She wouldn't speak to me. Was she meeting any of her friends today? Do they know what's going on?" Hylia tilted her head to the side slightly as she began to clean the immaculate countertops. It was a sight he expected; his wife always cleaned something when she was either seriously thinking or trying to avoid something.

"No, she wasn't meeting any friends. Saria's under the weather with a fever and stomach ache, Malon is out of town with her father for the weekend, and Nabooru is wrapped up in wedding details she and Ganondorf needed to attend to. The only person free is…." Hylia stopped and took in a sharp breath. She turned away from the marble counter and looked her husband in the eyes. "She was heading to the Clubhouse, and I think she was meeting up with him."

"Well why would that make her cry and act this way?" mused Gaebora. "After all, they've been together since-"

"Let me talk to her Hon," Hylia cut in before kissing his wrinkled cheek. "I know you two are close, but I think that this is a Mommy problem. Be back in a while… maybe."

Twenty year old Zelda Harkinian cried silently as she lied curled up on her bed. Her blond hair was a limp curtain that fell into her moist eyes and dripping nose. Her body shook just the tiniest bit and she held onto her blue stuffed Loftwing with all of her might. It had been her security blanket in her younger years, and even after she had gotten older and left most of her childhood behind, it still stayed with her. Usually when she was sad, she would hold it, remember happier times, and perk up pretty quickly.

It wasn't working now.

'This isn't going to work Zelda. It can't… I won't let it.' A shiver danced up her spine as a cold feeling embraced her. This wasn't how things were supposed to end. They had been happy for so long… why the sudden change? Zelda was so consumed by her thoughts that she didn't see or hear her doorknob jiggle, nor was she aware of the door quietly opening. It was only when her bed dipped under a new weight did the girl realize that she was no longer alone.

Gentle hands, warm and soft, rubbed the tense muscles of her stiff shoulders. Tirelessly they worked, until Zelda was forced to relax. Before long a soft hum drifted into her ears; her mother's lips were so close to her face, Zelda swore it would only take the smallest movement for them to find her cheek. After a while the humming stopped and Zelda slowly rolled over. Her mother smiled down at her sympathetically before opening up her arms.

It was all the encouragement she needed. "Oh mom," she croaked into soft silvery gold hair. "It was… I don't… we were happy! Or at least I thought we were. I guess I was just being a fool."

"No sweetie," crooned Hylia as she held her child close. Even though her daughter was a young woman now, and no longer a baby, she knew that Zelda would always need these moments of comfort. "You were not a fool for being in love. Love is a part of life and sadly so is heartache. I'm sorry Link did this to you, surprised as well. I truly didn't foresee this."

"I… didn't… either." Zelda rubbed her eyes and Hylia handed her a tissue. "I must look awful… and how did you get in here?" The elderly woman's lips twitched up in a smile.

"Have you forgotten dearest that I grew up with three sisters? Picking locks was a trick I learned very early in life, and no, you don't look awful; you could never look or be anything less than beautiful, my dear girl."

"Yeah, to you and dad I'm beautiful, but that doesn't really count. I want to still be beautiful to him!" Hylia was silent as her daughter jumped up from the bed and looked at herself in her full length mirror. Zelda brushed her hair away and looked herself in the eyes.

Normally a clear blue, her eyes were now red and swollen, her face blotchy. Her nose was running and wet spots covered her pink blouse. She cringed at the sight.

When was the last time she had cried this hard? Hylia came up behind her and mother and daughter gazed at their reflections for a few moments before turning away in unison. Hylia tilted her daughter's chin up and Zelda stared up into her mother's face.

"I know how you feel right now hurts, but I promise you, this storm in your heart will pass. One day, the right one will come for you. That time may be soon, or it could be years from now. It may be Link, or it could be someone you never met. Just trust me honey, someone is out there for you. I promise."

A/N: So yeah, this is a modern day Zelda fic, and it obviously ties in with no game whatsoever. And yes, I threw in a GanondorfxNabooru reference; sure me. I hope you enjoy. Review if you like and have a nice day and Happy 4th of July.

~Moon White Rose