This was supposed to be a prologue to a multichapter story, but I'm not sure if I will actually write it... my muse is being uncooperative again. Maybe I'll feel more like it after the reviews. When you imagine the boy (I won't mention his name but it's kinda clear who it is) imagine his toon-self, from Wind Waker, Phantom Hourglass etc. The world too.

Ops, forgot to to write something down:

I do not own anything Legend of Zelda-related.

Not long ago, there was a poor little boy…

He had no home, and no friends nor family to look after him, and to add to his misery: he was thought by everyone to be dumb; no one cared for him, no one took pity on him…

One day, he saw a boy showing off a glass jar to his friends. A voice could be heard from the jar.

"Let me out! I want to go home!"

You see, the naughty boy had a fairy trapped inside his jar. He just sneered at the poor fairy's words.

"Hah! No way! I will keep you and sell you for a purple rupee! Although…" He trailed off, "If you grant me all my wishes I might let you go…"

But the fairy was not fooled.

"I would never grant even the smallest wish to a meanie like you!"

"Then I will keep in this jar forever!"

Suddenly a stone flew through the air and smashed the glass jar; the fairy was free!

"No!" The mean boys tried to catch the fairy as she tried to fly away and one boy caught her in his hands like a butterfly. But immediately someone grabbed his wrists from behind and pulled his apart; it was the little homeless boy!

"You will pay for this!" The mean boy shouted and soon they are all around the poor boy, hitting him and beating him.

Suddenly the boys started screaming one after the other and covered their eyes; the fairy flew right before their eyes and flared as brightly as she could, dazzling them!

"Quick! Follow me!"

Soon, the fairy led the poor little boy out of the town and into the forest where she healed the boy's bruises.

"Thank you so much! Now I can finally go home! How can I thank you?"

The boy simply pulled down the collar of his ragged shirt and held his head high. There on his neck was the scarred bitemark of some beast. Next the boy tried to speak but all he managed to bring out were some unsteady sounds, after which he sadly shook his head.

The fairy realized that the boy was mute! There was nothing wrong with his mind; the bitemark had robbed him of his voice and everybody had failed to understand!

But when the boy pointed at the fairy and then at the scarred bitemark she knew at once what he was trying to tell her.

"You want me to heal that bitemark so that you can speak again…?"

At once the boy rapidly nodded his head, overjoyed that finally someone had understood him and excited that he would be able to speak again!

But the fairy regretfully said, "I am sorry… but the bitemark has already healed… I cannot restore your voice…"

Having his hopes crushed the boy couldn't stop the tears welling up in his eyes.

Seeing how sad the boy was, the fairy couldn't bring herself to leave him like that, "Come with me. I will lead you to my home, deep in the forest. I will bring you before the Great Fairy Queen. Her powers were bestowed upon her by the Golden Goddesses themselves; I am sure that she can give you back your voice."

And so the fairy led the little boy on a long journey throughout Hyrule. It was a long and dangerous journey for such a little boy. For many days they traveled over fields and through forests… until finally they came upon a beautiful grove, deep in the forest, far from any settlement.

The trees were ever-blooming, as were the flowers sprouting on the ground. Butterflies and fairies floated in the air, squirrels and birds sat in the branches and wild goats and regal deer stood beside the trees watching the little boy carefully as he stood before the Great Fairy Queen. The boy looked in awe upon the Great Fairy Queen, who was almost three times as tall as he was, her clothes braided from flowery, leafy vines; her wings the shape of a butterfly's but as hazy as frosted glass and shimmering like mother of pearl.

The fairy who had guided the poor boy spoke for him; she told her queen and mother how the little boy had freed her, how they had traveled together and how he wished to speak again.

The Great Fairy Queen knelt down to look at his neck and the little boy lifted his head and rose as high as he could.

Then she spoke.

"I fear it is too late. The bite has sealed and healed. Had I been there to heal the fresh wound, I could have saved both your life and voice. But the way it is now, is the way it shall be."

Seeing depression grip the boy she spoke again.

"Why does the loss of your voice grieve you so? You are very kind to save one of my children and that kindness is not diminished by your silence."

His fairy companion told the Great Fairy Queen how the people had shunned the little boy simply because he could not speak and because they failed to understand what he tried to let them know but could not voice.

"If those people shun you for such a foolish reason it may be for the best that you have left them." The Great Fairy Queen said, "The fault lies in them, not in you."

The little boy looked pensive and confused and the fairy asked what was in his mind.

"But what is he supposed to do now? Where should he go?"

"He does not need go anywhere" The Great Fairy Queen answered, then she turned to the little boy, "If it is a home and friends that you wish for, then you are welcome to live with us fairies. You have returned one of us her freedom and thus have proved yourself a friend to us all."

And so the little boy came to live among the fairies and everything he had wished for the Great Fairy Queen granted him. The forest and especially the grove became his home, the animals and fairies became his friends and sisters, and as for the Great Fairy Queen... she soon became his loving mother!

Before long, the little boy's other wish came true as well! The fairy, who had been with him since the day he freed her, had grown so close to him that she knew exactly what he wanted to say whenever he wished to do so, and would speak for him then. She was now his friend, sister and voice...

...although it mattered little to him now if he had a voice or not.

Farore, Teller of tales, Oracle of secrets

Before you start complaining or arguing about the muteness due to the animal bite: As I started writing this story I did stop to research if it is possible to lose your voice if some beast bit you in the right place. And yes, the answer is "very highly unlikely". Can we just agree to overlook this to avoid spoiling the story? Besides, Farore has something to say about the truthfulness of stories in the next chapter...

I will write a second chapter to this, I'm pretty much halfway done already.

All reviews and constructive criticisms are very welcome. Out-of-the-blue insults are not (I got a few before! If you got complains, tell me what's wrong and why!)