This story has been revised and changed and it is now a little different. But, I do hope that you enjoy. Thank you.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time

Chapter 1

The day, for me, was way too long. I could swear that by the end of it, I would pass out from exhaustion and boredom. Having nightmares at night doesn't help anything either. Ever since the start of the New Year, I had been having terrifying nightmares where shadows would appear and try to grab me. My fear only made me stay up later and wake up earlier. This only made me even more tired, and today was no exception.

Geometry was the last class of the day, and my teacher droned on about equilateral triangles of some sort. My mind was somewhere else. It always was. Where else could I go when everything else around me did not seem to satisfy me? I only came out of my reverie when the bell rang. Everyone was rushing out the door as quickly as they could. I was the last to leave, my heavy backpack weighing me down.

I had always been the rebel child. I never wore dresses, like my mother would insist on that every once in a while. My choice of clothes was that of something between a hippie and a rocker. But that's only what everyone said about me. I never really followed labels. I was outside the normal teenage lifestyle.

Sure, I knew a lot of things about being a teenager. I got zits like every other person in my high school; but I had just grown up differently. I had faced more trouble than some of the kids could handle. Not that I'm the only one in the world without a father, but it's not like I don't feel the loss just like the others.

I revolved around my father. He was my hero. I could remember sitting in the living room, watching him play videogames since I was two. He loved videogames; they were his escape from the outside world. He had told me of his dream to be a musician, but it never happened, and he sang to me instead. I was his audience. I was a daddy's girl, I guess; a total tomboy who had been kicked out of school countless times for fights and language. Everyone knew who I was; I had, after all, grown up with them. They knew everything about me.

Around the time I was eight years old, my father went to the hospital for a migraine that wouldn't go away, and they had found some kind of tumor in his brain. My mother just about collapsed from the shock, and my father (who never really went to the doctor, and because of this, they had caught it too late) only said that everything would be okay. He'd said that everything would be alright, and that I should go home with my mother.

We left him there, and went home. My mother called a babysitter, and I was instantly being watched by the next door neighbor. After a goodbye, my mom left to be with my dad. And after a month of waiting for explanation, my mother finally gave me one the night we found out my father would die. I exploded with rage, but calmed down enough to say goodbye through tears and screams. I went home with the babysitter, and my mother stayed with my father until the end.

The next morning, she walked into the house with red eyes and a sore throat. She saw me playing videogames on the floor of the living room, and she went upstairs after paying the babysitter. My grieving consisted of defeating unbeaten levels and filling up memory cards. My father's legacy, to me, was his videogames. And I had taken it up, so that I could escape just like him.

"Anna!" cried a voice that I knew well. I turned to see my friend Nellie rushing towards me, her blonde hair underneath a wool cap to protect it from the freezing air.

"What are you doing tonight, Anna? It's Friday." She said, her blue eyes flickering with excitement.

'A party…' I thought, my sigh ringing throughout my head.

"Um, actually, me and my mom were going to go out tonight. She said she'd be home early and everything." I said. Nellie's face fell, and I almost took it back. Almost.

"Alright then Anna. You know, if your mom bails, come over okay? I'm having a party." She said. I nodded slightly and walked away, waving slightly, towards the crosswalk.

Nellie had been a friend for a long time. It's not as though no one knew me. I had a lot of friends, but ever since the nightmares had started, there seemed to be darkness to them. Darkness to everything. I cringed at my thoughts and tried to focus on everything around me. The trees were bear, and the ground was slightly iced from the morning. It had not yet warmed up, and I wondered if winter was finally here, in the beginning of February. There was, however, a large dark cloud that seemed to creep over the trees. It seemed to be a storm. I hoped for snow.

The sidewalk led me into a neighborhood where my house loomed over most of them. My mother, a very good psychologist, had decided that a big house was better than any other. So, she bought a large Victorian house in an old neighborhood with equally unique housing. I ran up to the front step and burst in the door, my keys jangling loosely into the wood. The house was warm. I sighed.

After putting my things away, I went into the living room and sat in silence on the couch. My eyes closed, I tried to see if I could fall asleep without the nightmares interrupting me. Gradually, I couldn't even keep my eyes open, and I fell into a dream.

I was walking, slowly, down a large staircase. There was fog all around me, and I could feel nothing in it. Other than the stairs, and me, it seemed as though nothing else was there. As though this was an otherwise empty place. That was when I heard shuffling above me on the stairs. I turned to look, and nothing was there. I was alone, in deep fog. The sound reached my ears again, and it sounded closer than before. The fog was getting darker by the second, now. Soon, it was black, cold air that I couldn't see anything in. I looked around again, and that was when the shadows started to reach for me. I screamed. I screamed so loud, but it did not echo. And soon, they were all around me, and I felt lifeless. I felt as if I had no soul.

Thunder woke me up. It was loud, and I shot up from the couch, the room now dark from the dark clouds outside the window. I shakily sat back down, and hugged myself, glad that I was awake. These nightmares were killing me. I would have to tell my mother soon, she would help me with a psychological analysis or something. I shook my head and glanced at the clock, it read five forty-three.

"Just a dream." I said, and stood up to turn on some lights. They lit up the room, and the dark windows contrasted greatly. I glanced at the game console on the ground and decided that I could play a videogame until my mom was here. Expertly, I arranged the cords and had plugged them into the T.V. Before I got to the wall, however, the front door opened and my mother stepped in.

"Anna…hi." She said breathlessly. She looked in a hurry, papers in her hands and rain in her dark brown hair that matched mine in color and thickness.

"Hey mom. Um…where are you going?" I asked, noticing her brisk pace to the kitchen, where she retrieved a few notebooks and a large poster board.

"Oh, honey, I have to go to the college. I thought I told you." She explained. Her bright green eyes looked at me and I felt angry.

"But, you said we'd hang out tonight. You and me." I said, trying to make her hear the disappointment in my voice.

She looked at me; the things in her arms making her look small. The only reason I did not feel sorry for her, though, was the fire in her eyes. She stepped towards me, her arms full and bulging.

"You know how important this job is, honey. We can't afford things as much as we could when…" she trailed off and looked away, out the window probably. I continued to look at her. "I have to go to the college. There's this presentation due on something about anorexia nervosa and how it affects the brain. I will see you later tonight okay? I'll leave money so you can order food, alright? I love you." And she was gone.

Like that. Just gone, a blur that made you blink and she was gone. I groaned, the sound echoing into the large kitchen. Before I got totally angry, I stomped into the living room. Rain had started to fall, splashing against the window annoyingly. There was threatening lightning and thunder that followed afterwards. My eyes worked their way across the room until they gazed upon the game consol I had left on the floor, halfway plugged in.

I sat down and reached for the plug to the wall. The rain behind me only got louder against the glass and I narrowed my eyes. Before I reached the plug, there was a violent crack in the sky and there was a sizzle in the walls. It surged and then the lights went out. The darkness took over the small room, and the rain continued to fall. I sighed. There was no way that the thing I needed most was going to die on me.

Without thinking, I grabbed The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time and stuck it into the Nintendo 64. At least my favorite game could sit there and I could just look at it. My father was working on this game before the tumor showed up, and he had loved it. I watched him play every second of it, watched him curse out the puzzles and laugh at the characters. Pretty soon, I had fallen in love. This game was meant for me, and ever since he had died, I had played it nonstop, beating it over and over again so that I could get a little bit of satisfaction that I was kind of helping my father.

"What now?" I asked myself, the rain officially starting to annoy me.

I looked around the dark room and felt a shiver. It wasn't a chilly shiver, either. It was more of a get-the-hell-out-of-here shiver. I swallowed loudly and blinked. Were the shadows moving? Quickly, I turned around to face the whole room, backing up against the T.V. Only, I felt myself touch nothing in particular. The T.V screen did not go up against my back. I turned and looked behind me to see that there was no screen, and that it was just blank space. Black and seemingly empty, but seeming to go on forever. The darkness mesmerized me. I came closer, and raised a hand to touch it.

"What?" I murmured as my hand disappeared into the dark hole of the screen. It was unbelievable. Impossible.

Pretty soon, it didn't stop. The darkness seemed to pull me in. I resisted, and tried to pull away. But it was useless. I tried to scream, but the dark had quickly pulled me in up to my neck, and all I saw was black as I was sucked in.

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