Here's one of my new story ideas!

I just started playing Skyward Sword and I go the motivation to start up on of my old story ideas. Here's the first one so, hope you like it! Feedback, please!

'For many generations, the story of the boy clad in green and the girl doned in pink has survived many winds and many floods and many a century. And forever shall the cycle continue to repeat as long as there exists a balance of good and evil.

Yet, many never expect it to survive this long. As history. As folklore. As urban legend. As a nonexistent tale unknown to the people - only to those who wish to preserve its word for its sake of being passed down and kept alive.'

"Hm... that seems like a good start," an old man mumbled as he paused in his writing. His eyes glazed over his paper carefully before a familiar voice called him back to reality.

"Hey dad, we're back from our dinner," said the old man's son. A blond and green eyed father himself, he stands by the old man's door with a knock.

A beautiful brunette young lady with deep blue eyes appeared not to soon, dressed in appropriate formal attire from where they came. "Were the kids alright? Not too rambunctious?"

"Those two?" the old man mumbled, distracted from his desk. "Perfect angels. As quiet as the sun's rays," he concluded with a slight old cough.

The returning father peeked into the next room over and found two children sprawled on the floor asleep, finger paints splattered all over the walls and all over the plastic covered furniture. "Really now," the man observes with a knowing and exasperated face.

"We'll take them off your hands now, Raul . Thanks for babysitting," the more patient wife smiled, walking quietly into the room to shake the two kids awake - a boy and a girl. "Link, Zelda, wake up now..."

Ever so innocently, the children's eyes fluttered open like that of baby angels. Young Link had a red mark on his face for lying on the floorboards, while young Zelda tiredly sat up with some droll on the side of her face.

"We're going home now Link," the mother whispered gently to her son, as not to startle the just awaking children. She then faced his young female playmate. "And we'll be driving you home now too, Zelda. Your mommy should be coming home from work soon."

Despite their lack of energy (probably due to being way past their bedtime) the children followed the woman out, holding both her hands. This was a normal cycle for the two five-year-old children. Link and Zelda: playmates and best friends ever since being conceived. Link's mother was pregnant with her first child right after her honeymoon, while Zelda's mom, a young teenager just out of high school, had her own unexpected pregnancy. Both women were neighbors, and despite the age difference got along very well - possibly the only ones who could relate to one another in their times with child. Especially for Zelda's mother, who too was so young, and knowingly to grow to be a single mom.

Nonetheless, the two women attended birthing classes together, and even planned to give birth in the same hospital. They never would've expected their children to be born so close in date.

One bedtime story the kids would hear would consist of how both their moms were still pregnant, their babies would kick whenever in each other's presence. And being born in the same hospital only proved their connection even stronger. Zelda was born first, and wouldn't stop crying ever since . But only three days later, after Link was born, and the two officially met in the nursing room, did Zelda's crying finally cease. They had finally met, and could finally start their lives as best friends.

The parents of both children remained neighbors - neighbors who'd help each other out in any way they could. After Zelda's grandarents abandoned their pregnant daughter, Link's own mom and dad put it upon themselves to help the new mom. The three made an effort to help each other out in any way, whether it be financial, babysitting, grocery shopping, or putting the children together just so they could stop crying (that was a common one).

As they passed toddlerhood and began to walk and talk, Link and Zelda enjoyed their luxury as next door neighbors as well, going to school together and sharing the same group of friends. They were as inseparable as they were when they were babies, like brother and sister. Almost.

After picking Link and Zelda from Link's grandfather's house - a common babysitter when all three parents had work - the car lights turned off. "Here we are, kids," Link's dad announced as he pulled up into the drive way.

"Yay we're home!" Zelda cheered as they quickly made their way out of the car. It was late at night, and their street despite the darkness was well illuminated by the lampposts and the house lights, not to mention the moon and the full sky of stars.

"Whoa!" Link burst, looking up at the sky.

Their childish and endless amount of energy reassumed as they ran around their conjoined lawns, spinning around while looking up in laughter before falling back onto the grass in dizziness. This collapsed on caused the two to laugh even more as they tried to make shapes of the stars.

Not too soon after, Zelda's mother's car pulled up into the mirroring drive way too. With that, the children's daily goodbyes would come, yelling 'see you tomorrow' as their parents walked them into their respective houses for their bedtimes - only to secretly talk and play from their bedroom windows, conveniently adjacent to each other alongside their beds.

They were like this almost every night after their play dates. Most is not all people would find this to be a fairly too-good-to-be-true childhood. A perfect friendship like this to last so much as five years was too good to be true. But each good thing is only bound to end eventually.

One day after kindergarten, Link pulled Zelda aside in front of the school. "You're going on vacation?" Zelda asked, almost half-heartedly as Link told her the news. They were both waiting outside the elementary school for their parents' rides. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I didn't know how," Link mumbled with an obvious pout and stare to his shoes. His trademark green cap lowered over his forehead. "So we won't be able to play for a few days."

"How many days?" she pestered, only for Link to shrug, still guilty for not saying so earlier. He was mostly quiet whenever Zelda got upset with him. Between the two, Zelda was the more spirited while Link was the quieter child. "Where're you going?" Zelda added.

"To this mountain city, with my Grandpa and my parents. We're visiting my Grandpa's property or something," Link tried to explain, doing his best to remember exactly what his father told him many days earlier. A kid could only remember so much about complicated adult business. But glancing up only the tiniest bit, Link could see the sadness beginning to over pour on the girl's face. His first instinct was to prevent just that. "But don't worry! I'll be back soon! I promise!" he waves.

Zelda stubbornly returned the stare, sniffling a sniffle she tried to hard to suppress crying. "Promise?"

"Pinkie swear," Link assured, holding out his pinkie.

Zelda stared down at it skeptically, and for a moment Link became a bit nervous. "I thought you said pinkie promises were too girly for boys."

"But it'll make you feel better," he mumbles, willing to put up with 'girliness' to make her smile. He remembers always turning down Zelda's previous pinkie promises, as if they challenged his masculinity as a boy. But despite that now, they hooked pinkies, shaking it up and down before letting go. They exchanged hopeful smiles as Zelda sniffled one last time.

A honk nearby announced Link's ride. "I better go, Link says, taking back his hand.

Zelda, as young as she was, felt very sad as his hand slipped away so he could run to his parents' car. Something caught her throat that she couldn't scream until he was already driving away. "Link!" Zelda shouted, running after the car. She lot energy fast, and she eventually stopped. But Link's head looked out the window.

"Remember! You promised!" she waved as he drove further, waving back at her.

Even when left at the curb with other passer-by children, she would be watching his car drive away for the last time in a while. All little kids always thought all goodbyes seemed so permanent or everlastingly forever. For Zelda, this was the very case. She even saw Link turn around in the back seat, giving one tiny little wave from the back window before disappearing down a road hill.

"You promised..." she whispered, already missing her best friend.

Little did she know that her instinct that it really would be a long-lasting goodbye, was right.

EIGHT YEARS LATER

Teenage Link was once again asleep in the back seat of truck, his head dolled over to the side with a slight drip of drool hanging off the side of his mouth.

Walking up to the side of the car, an Link's grandfather, Raul, opens the side door and throws a hot wrapped sandwich into Link's lap. The heat shocks him awake. "Here's lunch," the old man announces before slamming the door back shut and marching right around for the driver's seat. Raul was a short old man - shorter than Link even. But he was a spunky, energized, and just as snappy old man - took one to raise one as sarcastic as his grandson.

Link's bit clouded when awakened, especially after only seeing blunt darkness. It takes all about five seconds to realize it's hit hat over his eyes until he pushes it up above his eyes. Over the years Link's outgrown his old green cap, trading it in for a green beanie instead. But the smell of food returns him to his senses, as well as the sound of the pick up truck starting up again. "Grandpa we've been driving for hours. Are you sure we're almost there?"

"Of course. We're be there in a few minutes," the old man replies confidently.

Link unwraps his sandwich from the gas station, biting it once."That's what you said three hours ago, " Link says with a stoic and mouth-full tone.

"Ah enough with that negative attitude of yours. Sheesh. You keep a teenager cramped up in a car during a move and he becomes the epitome of boredom," Raul rants as they began to drive. "Look Link, I know you're unhappy about moving but-"

"It's not that I'm unhappy, Grandpa," Link defends, sliding down in his seatbelt. He glances out the window, seeing everything panning fast. He can see his bored expression in the reflection. "I'm just tired, that's all."

Link's been living with Raul ever since his parents died eight years ago when he was five. Immediately after, Link's been put into the care of his grandfather and long time babysitter, both an active researcher and archeologist. And along with his grandfather's work, the two have been constantly moving left and right ever other month. At least two or three times a year. Sometimes more.

"Ah but we'll be staying in this city a bit longer compared to the past ones. I have much work to do."

"I've heard that before," Link says.

The old man glanced up into his rearview mirror, seeing his grown up grandson. He used to smile so much as a kid. "Do you even know where we're going?" his grandfather tries.

"I lost track at the sixth pit stop," Link replied with the least bit of curiosity for his grandpa's question.

"Rellu City," his finally answers. In the rearview mirror he manages to catch a spark of attention in Link's blue eyes. Link had glanced up, as if mentally asking if his grandfather were serious. But the old man says nothing more, and the boy returns his attention back to the window as if he'd never heard it.

But Raul knew he had his grandson hooked. He could only imagine what thoughts must be running through his head now, despite his placid expression. Rellu City - it was the home Link had been torn away from in his old life. It was where he grew up. His childhood home. But had it changed as much as he had? Raul hoped not, for their sake.

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"We're... living in a museum," Link stares in awe, holding his duffel bag over the slack of his shoulder.

He stands before the concrete steps to the historical building as his grandfather unloaded what little bags they had in the back of the pick up truck. "Yup."

Link expected they had a friend's place to stay or something. But... a museum? "Gramps I know you work as an archeologist but..." Link couldn't think up any more words to say at the moment. "Couldn't we just check into a hotel or something?"

"Don't think to much of it, Link. The owner of the place is actually a good friend of mine, and he's allowing us to stay in a special housing unit in the back of the museum."

What?

Link's grandfather is still unloading the last luggage full of research equipment. "Now it may be a little cramped and old perhaps, but it has two beds and a kitchen! Fits all my requirements."

Link can't help but continue to stare questioningly at his new 'home'. Some museum visitors come up and down the large wide staircase, some stealing questioning glances at the pick up truck and their luggage. Link's been to some pretty weird places before on his previous moves, but for 'returning' to a pretty urban city and to live in a public place like this?; this was the most unusual move so far, Link thought.

And the area he and his grandpa would be staying in seriously was as 'little, cramped and old' as his grandpa had said it'd be. Though by now that could've easily been an understatement. After being shown the secret door in the back of the medieval exhibits, Link was appalled at their new living conditions.

For one, the roofing was no taller than an inch or two over Link's head, making it feel slightly cramped. The floorboards were made of old, dark and creaky wood that matched the cold grey concrete that made up the walls. And almost every piece of furniture was made of wood as well, if not covered by cloth or pillows and reduced to a flatter size to accommodate the low ceiling. A small section of a bedroom was separated for one person with makeshift walls made of wooden planks, and then another small section for another sleeping space. Link was glad he could at least have his own room in this tiny cramped place. And theother half past a large wall opening (though also low) led to a kitchen.

"Man this place smells like a dump!" Link's grandfather stated, surprisingly reading Link's mind. Good thing he was short, too. "When was the last time someone dusted this place? We don't even have any windows for heaven's sakes. And those mattresses! I don't even want to know."

"Ah but look Gramps we have a working bathroom this time," Link pointed out smugly, opening the wooden-plank door to the one-man bathroom that could use a bit of cleaning itself. Link wore a smug face. He was usually the one who complained the most, only this time it was his grandpa. "Fits all my requirements."

The 'moving in' part didn't take relatively as long as a move in would normally take, seeing as they didn't have as much to travel with. Most of the stuff was Raul's books and research stuff anyhow. And just as routinely as waking up in the morning, Link and his grandpa had a routine to follow for each new move.

After unpacking, they'd go straight to planning Link's lessons. Academic lessons, actually. Due to the constant moving, Link's always been homeschooled by one of his grandpa's friends - depending on where they lived at the time. Link's been able to adjust to having so many different types of weird old men trying to teach him math and English, but there was always one idea he could never quite grasp.

"What do you mean I'm going to school?" Link shouts in the back seat of the pick up truck. The way he looked was comparable to a child throwing a tantrum.

"When I said we'd be staying in this city for a while I meant it. I just thought that it'd be a good opportunity to get you actually accustomed to being a normal teenager."

Link rolls his eyes. Did he have to lie first and say they were picking up groceries? All of a sudden this school stuff comes up. "Grandpa I am a normal teenager. Seriously can't I just stick to home schooling? I don't like people."

"What do you think I'm kicking you off into school for?" his grandpa scoffs through his beard up in the driver's seat. "If there's anything any of those old geezer friends of mine hasn't taught it's how to socialize. You're practically what, thirteen? Fourteen? Link, you should be able to interact with people your age."

"Gramps, in case you haven't noticed, people my age aren't exactly on the same level with me." Link couldn't help but glance out the window into Rellu City streets and see a bunch of boys 'his age' spray painting in an alley way and others running from a shoplifting at a corner store. He grimaced at the sight. "I don't like public speaking, I don't like socializing, and you still think it's a good idea to throw me right into school without warning?"

Raul groans in frustration. "Just four more years of being a minor," he complains out loud before making a last turn.

They arrived in front of a large bright sandy-colored brick building. It read in silver letters above the doors Rellu High. Link's fourteen now, so that mean he's the age to be starting ninth grade of all grades first. And to make matters worse, he was starting later in the year - in March. A new student entering so late in the year had no chance of socializing with high school groups and cliques already set together.

Link can picture it now, incisive talks of stupidity, rules of how to run your learnset, narrow-minded kids with such materialistic views of their time. He hoped maybe that wasn't the case; maybe there's one kid who's not as typical as teenagers are. As if the fates were to prove him wrong, a couple girls walk by, talking about some mall and some drama concerning a text and an online message like it was the worst thing in the world. Shoot me now.

"I've already registered you ahead of time. We just need to go in so they can meet you in person and I can finish up some paperwork for you," Raul says as he exits the truck to join Link. Twice today the boy's stared up at some wondrous building, wishing to be five-thousand miles away from it.

It's about 3:00 now, so school must've ended only recently. A few kids were present outside the building, giving Link weird looks next to his dirty white pick up truck. The boy could already imagine the reputation set for him before he even became an official student. He was the nerdy outcast without a decent wardrobe who'd smell like dust for the rest of his high school career due to his new abode. Great, he thought.

The inside was relatively brighter than most buildings Link's ever been in. Colder, too, for lack of fireplaces. He assumed the heaters in the building were broken down or something. And each doorway looked the same, save for the tiny numbers. Same with these odd rectangular drawers with number-knobs on them. He's never been inside a real school before. He's heard stories of these things but, in real life, it was a lot more intimidating than expected. Link stayed quiet.

In the so-called principal's office, Link had introduced himself quite nicely. For a nonsocial teen, Link was pretty mannerful towards adults, having spent most of his life around adults anyway. Rarely kids if not at all. That was probably the weirdest part about school: there's so many kids.

"Say uh, Link," the principal says, remembering his name last minute. "Why don't you go look around the school for a bit while your grandfather and I finish up some paperwork to complete your registration."

"Sure, sir."

"Oh and, no hats," he adds, motioning to the one atop Link's head. Unwillingly Link took it off and stuffed it into his back pocket. "Welcome to Rellu, High," the principal smiles with a firm handshake before letting Link off.

In a way Link is glad to be able to leave that awkward office. But now what was he supposed to do? Wander, apparently. However, the longer Link walked along the identical and empty halls, the more he began to think that he really never would find his way around. Ever.

However he makes the accident of turning into a hall where a couple of students still are, apparently unpacking things from the metal cabinets and into their backpacks.

"Yo!" Link stops casually to turnaround, seeing one of the students he passed running up to him. The boy was about an inch or so taller, and with black hair. "Do you go here?"

Link wonders what he means for a second before realizing he means the school. "Yeah. I'm new. I just got here."

"Wow. I heard we were getting a new student today but they never came. Must be you," the stranger says, oddly friendly. Even the old men who tutored Link weren't as ecstatic about him. "I didn't think I'd actually run into him." The odd friendly boy holds out a hand which Link automatically shakes out of courtesy. "Name's Eric."

"Link."

Eric makes a face. "Link? Weird name." This guy sure is open minded, Link thought skeptically. "But you seem like a pretty cool guy. Let me guess, Principal Handorn's having you 'tour' the school alone?"

"Yeah how'd you know?"

"Lazy bastard. That's what he always does with the new students. You think he'd at least be courteous to you if you come after school. Come on I'll show you around."

As off as this Eric seemed, the guy sounded trustworthy to Link, so he stuck around him. Together they wander the not so empty halls of Rellu High, Eric introducing places like the bathrooms, the school library, the gym. The 'metal cabinets' are called Lockers (who knew?). All the basic stuff Eric thinks Link would need as a first time high schooler. Or a first time schooler for that matter. Along their tour Link managed to tell Eric his situation after slipping out he was homeschooled before.

"So you've seriously never gone to school before?" Eric asked. Link silently shakes his head, walking forward."Dude that's crazy."

Link shrugs lazily again, not seeing why it's such a popular topic. "Not really. A lot of kids are homeschooled. I just travel a lot so I don't stick around the same crowd too much. And I think I've gone to school before - at least once. It was a real long time ago so I don't remember much."

"Mm. Must've been a pretty lazy elementary school if you can't remember it," Eric suggests. Link's never thought much about it before. "But look on the bright side! Chicks here might actually dig the whole homeschooled story. Eh?"

Link's passive expressione returns. This new acquatinace of his as pretty energetic, but better him than someone Link couldn't tolerate. "I'm getting the feeling you're pretty into the whole socializing with the opposite gender kind of thing."

"Me and about ninety eight percent of the male student body," Eric said proudly.

"You're single aren't you."

"Psh - Well, um, of course-" Eric sees Link's unmoving expression, but the hint of a smile causes Eric to loosen up. "Heh, not really," Eric admits sheepishly. "Geez, for the new guy you catch on quick. Girls around this school aren't anything special. Especially for guys like us - We're freshman, the runts and the bottom of the food chain."

"And here I thought you were pretty optimistic."

"I didn't say I don't try for them," Eric shrugs with a carefree grin.

While they're walking, they pass by a lone girl sitting in the hallway at her locker. She's knelt o her knees, packing her books to go home. Eric's still busy prattling on about something having to do with girls, but by then Link's managed to zone him out as the girl comes into view. Link just phazes out Eric's voice, this new stranger just drawing his attention - and Link can't even see her face yet since it's buried behind her long locks of hair . Yet, there's something weird about her. Something oddly... calling. Not like attraction but just... familiar maybe?

Link only manages to catch one second of eye contact with her when they pass. Her dark cerulean eyes glimpse sideways until she's behind him and out of his sight. He's too stubborn to submit to his curiosity and look back, but Link swears he felt her staring at him as he walked away.

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It's dinner time now, and Link and his Grandpa are sitting at their tiny table with Chinese take out for dinner. It was custom for them to order food instead of cook on during the first day of a move in. Too lazy to cook, according to Link's Grandpa. Nonetheless, the quietness was a normal thing between them, but tonight Link's Grandpa could sense something else. For the past ten minutes, the old man has been staring at his grandson consistently, and the boy hasn't even flinched or thrown an offensive comment. As quiet as his teen-phase could be sometimes, Raul usually receives some sort of snide remark about the new move in.

"You're awfully quiet tonight," Raul finally says, mid-chew and mid-stare. "Tired still?"

Link glances up for only a moment before looking back down at his food container, untouched practically. "A little." In all honestly, he couldn't get that girl out of his mind. The blond girl with the deepest blue eyes. Well, eye. he could only see one side of her face while passing her behind her long messy locks. But still, for some reason he couldn't forget it. And it bothered him, since he never really thinks about girls, let alone one so intensely.

"You sure you're okay, kiddo?" Raul pesters with his raspy voice.

"I'm fine," Link nods, wondering whether it was wise to share the issue. The worst his grandpa could do was tease him. It is a girl, after all. "I just saw this girl in the school earlier, that's all." Hesitantly Link looks up again at his grandpa. His stare is even more creepier now that his eyes were unblinking. "Grandpa," Link accuses.

"What. You've never mentioned a girl ever and now you do. I'm a tired old man. Shoot me for being intrigued."

Link rolled his eyes, but explained anyway. "I don't know. There's just something weird about her."

"Did she do anything?"

"No. That's the weird part," Link tries, feeling the same freaked out tingle he had before. He decides to drop the topic, even though he was the one to bring it up in the first place. Link looks over the table after noticing a noise underneath and finds a couple books stacked around his grandfather's chair. Towers right at the height of the table, actually. One is open beside his grandpa's lap. Plus, Link is desperate to change the awkward subject. "So what're you researching this time, Grandpa?"

"Where all of my research so far has been leading up to, my dear grandson," Raul says with a page turn below the table. "I've told you stories about Hyrule right?"

This again. "Ah, yeah, that fictitious place," Link nods.

"Is is not fiction."

"Gramps it's about as real as Atlantis," Link reasons plainly. "Look, I know how devoted you are to this archeology stuff but you haven't found anything real yet about this place. And what's makes Rellu City any special? If anything this city's practically an over polluted unenvironmental dump."

"It may be an over polluted unenvironmental dump, but if my records are right, the heart of the kingdom of Hyrule should be buried deep underneath this city - This is why I brought us here. I don't know why I haven't figured it out before! The geography's almost perfectly identical according to land and water masses on the original Overland Map."

And of course this is where Link pretends he can still follow along. "Okay."

"And, if I'm also right, Rellu City is the site where the prophecy finally coincides and meets reality."

"Prophecy, prophecy," Link repeats, feeling as if he's heard that word before from his grandpa. "What was it again? How the warrior clad in green or something shall rise again with some archer and beat the bad guy?"

"I hate how you mock my work sometimes," Raul stares accusingly while Link suppresses an amused grin. "I've met many skeptics like you, Link, but I truly do believe that the cycle still continues. The warrior is always reborn, just as the same evil always is. From the Hero of Time to the Hero of Wind to the Hero of whatever - he is always reincarnated.".Raul picks up a book and holds it in front of his own face on the table. Link squints his eyes to see the cover, not that it's any informative. Raul looks at the left page, holding an old illustration of the said warrior, clad in green with yellow blond hair and pointy ears. "Believe you me, boy, I will find him one day," Gramps assured, failing to see the exact resemblance between the boy from the book to the boy across the table.

"Don't forget your archer," Link adds as if playing along.

"That's 'Princess' to you," Raul corrects with a pointing fork. He drops the heavy book down on the table, shaking everything on it with a startle. "The Princess of Hyrule, the bloodline of her wisdom always the chosen one's blessing. I must warn you, Link. One day the prophecy will come true in this city. That is the reason we have moved here at this time, and I shall find Hyrule's missing bloodline here too."

"Find me a leprechaun while you're at it."

His Grandfather retains his old stare. The man is quite used to his grandson's teasing and sarcastic remarks, but he's glad Link's talkative again. No doubt it'll take a while for the teen to adjust to their new home. "You'll eat those words one day, Link."

"I'm just being realistic, Gramps. You have to admit, compared to a lot of other places we've lived, Rellu City's pretty big," Link pointed out, suppressing a laugh while at it. "What are the odds that your Princess and Warrior are gonna show up anyway? Let alone to you."

The old man simply shrugged. "Maybe I'll never find her. Maybe you could? It's all in fate's hands."