Okay folks, so I am taking a break from my other fics to give you this Legend of Zelda/Nightmare before Christmas crossover. Two of my favorite things combined into one. It's for, well, Halloween, so give me lots of reviews, please.

He's gone. All of this time together, all of those happy days in the forest, and he's gone, just like that. Saria couldn't hold back her tears, no matter how hard she tried. Her best friend, decapitated. It was horrible. A few weeks ago, Princess Zelda had invited the Gerudo people to her Castle for a feast, celebrating the two years of peace in Hyrule. However, some of the Gerudos were rebels, and they tried to kill Zelda when Link intervened. Zelda called for the guards, but Link was outnumbered, and one Gerudo, wielding a large axe, attacked from behind and…

Saria burst into a fresh blast of tears.

The four guards lifted Link's coffin up and then placed it into a hole that lay next to a tree in the Castle's garden. The tombstone, freshly carved by the Goron tribe, read: "Here lies Link. Hero of time, treasured friend, and missed greatly."

All of the sages were attending the funeral. Nabooru, leader of the Gerudo tribe, was blowing her nose loudly and trying, unsuccessfully, to be strong. Ruto, princess of the Zora tribe, made no such attempt, crying and sobbing loudly. Darunia and Impa, of the Goron and Sheikah tribes managed not to cry, standing stoic at the sad event. Zelda, chief sage and princess of Hyrule, stood on a podium to address the sages and people who attended the funeral.

"Dearest friends," she began, "today, we gather together to mourn the loss of Link, the hero of time."

Ruto's cries became louder.

"Link was a friend of mine," Zelda continued. "And if I knew that Link would die at the hands of those Gerudo rebels, I would have never invited them to my Castle. However, I foolishly did. And I assure you, that Nabooru will find these monsters and give them to us for proper punishment."

The cries of the mourner's softened, but a few of the mourners gave Nabooru an angry look, secretly blaming her for the incident. Nabooru ignored them. But she swore to herself that the moment she found these monsters, she would make them pay for what they did.

"Though few people know it, my father, before he died, wanted me and Link to get married. He thought Link would be a model husband," said Zelda, continuing her eulogy. "Thgough Link showed no such feelings for me, I think he would have eventually. It is a pity that our happy future was cut off like this. But even though Link is gone, I plan on a happy and prosperous future for Hyrule."

Saria paused crying for a single moment. Had Zelda and Link really intended to marry? Saria had always hoped that she and Link would one day fall in love and get married, raise a family, and die in their old age together. However, those dreams were simple dreams. Saria was of the immortal and eternity lasting tribe of children known as the Kokiri tribe. She would never grow old or be able to bear Link any children. Link would die, and she would be forced to live a widow, a child widow, forever. And she would be forced to grive Link. Like she was now.

Saria burried her head in her hands.

"Because Link is gone, I will wed Prince Marcos of a distant land known as Selia." Zelda's voice grew slightly sadder. "It will ensure that Hyrule remains safe from other, more tyrannical countries."

The sages all nodded, their eyes sad and filled with pity. Prince Marcos was famous from being dashing, but rude. He was also was a lecher. No happy marrige could come with Marcos. Of course, that wasn't on the minds of the mourners. All what mattered now, was Link. The dead hero.

At noon, the funeral ended with Dampe, an elderly gravedigger and close friend of Link, filled the grave with dirt, and Link's coffin vanished under it.

Saria dried her tears and gave the grave one last look. "Goodbye, Link…"

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Everything was cold.

He didn't know where he was, or what time it was, but he did know one thing: he was very, very cold.

He opened his blue eyes, one after the other. He was in a clearing. Greyish trees surrounded him, blocking out most the light. It looked like night, but somehow, it looked like day. He pulled himself off the ground, gazing at the purplish orange sky. A gust of wind blew by, ruffling his hair.

Where am I? he thought to himself. All I remember is Gerudos…..Zelda……is she alright? Am I alright? Does Saria know I'm gone? What's going on?!

Screaming nothing understandable, Link slammed his fists to the ground.

He heard a hissing sound behind him. A hollow, terrible sort of hissing sound that seemed to shake Link's core. He didn't want to see what it was. He didn't want to know what it was. He wanted no part of it. But he looked anyway.

A tall, menacing, black robe stood before him. It held a long sickle in his skeletal hands, and seemed to stare into Link's soul, despite having no eyes. It was a good four feet taller then Link.

Link tried to breathe, but he couldn't. in fact, though he couldn't breathe, he felt fine. He spoke to the creature: "Am………I dead?"

The figure nodded once.

"Are…you who I think you are?" he asked next.

Again, another nod.

"So…is this…heaven?"

The figure shook his head. Then, he raised his right hand and pointed forward. Link turned and stared straight ahead.

Then he saw the door.

It was a round door, shaped like a Jack-o-lantern. A wide sinister grin covered its face, and it just seemed to speak to Link. It seemed to say, "open me……."

Link wanted to do anything, but open it. "Do you want me to go in there?"

Nod.

"Forget it!" he screamed. "I know that you're, well, Death, and everything, but I'm still alive. No matter what you do or say, I am staying here! And that," he declared, "is final."

Death made a hiss that sounded like a chuckle. He raised his sickle, causing Link to back away. Death slammed the sickle's balde into the ground. The pumpkin faced door opened, and a gust of wind blew.

Link's eyes widened. He somehow knew what would happen next.

The wind blew harder. It grew into a massive blustery gale. Link held his feet to the ground, trying to hold his ground.

He failed.

The wind pushed him into the open door. Everything started spinning.

And then there was darkness.

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Once again, his eyes opened.

"Oh, my head," he groaned. "What the heck was that supposed to…..wha?"

Link surveyed the land ahead of him. The sky was orange, there was no grass, a wolf howled in the distance, it seemed so dim and yet……the orange sky……it was beautiful and bright orange. The land looked dead, but he felt…in touch with it. There was no big cities, or hundreds of buildings to keep trak of. It felt like the Kokiri forest. It felt like. The Lost Woods. It felt like home. The forest. Nature! The natural world that he left behind.

Link picked himself off the ground and looked around. He was standing on a hill in the lovely forest. He smelled the air. It smelled like fall, his favorite season. He took one step, one single step in this new world.

And he totally tripped on a tree root.

He tumbled down the hill and hit the ground with a thud. He growled. He had forgotten the some trees had their roots outside of the ground. He tried to pull himself off the ground. Then he tried again. And again. Then he found that he had no arms. Or…legs. Or a body?!

Link looked up on the hill and saw his body, lying face first…er, chest first in the ground. Naturally, Link screamed.

After he got a hold of himself, he tried talking to his body. "Hey! Hey you!"

His body got up on its own accord, and tried to locate the source of the sound, despite having no ears.

"Over here, you dummy!"

The body felt arround for Link's head, but fell over, and tumbled further down the hill.

"Great!" Link muttered. "All brawn and no brain. Just what I needed."

He sighed to himself. He was bodyless, and alone.

Or was he?

A feminine voice was humming in the distance. It was a pretty voice, almost like Saria's, but not as young sounding. The voice got closer. Link knew he had one chance to find this girl and reach safety. He gave a grunt and began to roll his head as easily as one could turn his head, and rolled down the hill. Soon, he rolled into a stump. And gave a loud yell: "HEY!!!"

A sound of light footsteps approached. "Hello?" the nice voice said. A pair of tiny, female feet wearing shoes walked right in front of his face, almost stepping on him.

"Down here!" Link shouted.

"Oh!" said the voice, as a pair of hands came down and picked him up. Link found himself looking at one of the most strange women he had ever met. She was covered in stiches, as if she had been sown together completely. Her hair looked like bright red yarn. Despite all of this, she had a very kind face. Her eyes held no hatred or fear. It was like she was used to dealing with talking dead people.

"Oh, a newcomer!" she said. "Are you alright? Where is your body?"

"That stupid thing?" said Link. "It's up the hill. The dumb jerk wasn't listening to me at all."

"Od, don't say that,'' the rag-doll girl said. "Besides, did you try talking nicely to it?"

"No…" Link Muttered. "All right. I'll try it."

"Good,'' said the rag-doll girl. She held Link's head up and in the direction of the hill. "Now talk nicely."

"Um…..hi, uh……body. Um, I guess……I'm sorry, or something………So, uh, here boy? Please?"

Link's body jumped up and ran down the hill. It grabbed Link's head and held it closely.

"Easy there!" Link said. "Can you put me back on?"

The body tossed Link's head in the air and grabbed. Then he slammed the head onto his body. There was a loud snap, and Link's two parts were one again!

"Wow!" said Link, feeling better already. "Thanks a ton!"

"Don't mention it! I'm Sally, by the way."

"Nice to meet you Sally,'' said Link. "Could you tell me where I am, by any chance?"

Sally smiled. "Why, in Halloween land of course!"

Author's note: Okay, so I'm doing this for Halloween. The next chapter will probably be shorter, but I hope you will all review.