Before you go all "Legend of Zelda Nazi":

Fan fiction (alternatively referred to as fanfiction, fanfic, FF, or fic) is a broadly-defined fan labor term for stories about characters or settings written by fans of the original work, rather than by the original creator. Works of fan fiction are rarely commissioned or authorized by the original work's owner, creator, or publisher; also, they are almost never professionally published. Get it through your reader brains. I'm a Legend of Zelda fan, I think I know the difference between the Legend of Zelda games and my writing. Thank you.

Degradation's Legend

"Imagine all of reality being that of a lie,

Showing nothing but the dim,

Nothing but the truth."

This fanfiction gives insight to a twisted, dark Hyrule and is something that I was trying to do before with Twisted Light but met my downfall on a bunny's trail... also mixing up the plots with Twilight Legend/Legend of Twilight. This will have certain events from Twisted Light... well actually... a lot of them but the beginning will be entirely different for after all, gotta have the right beginning :)

Parts: they will be the chapters, a continuation of the story

Sections: records of the true events and etc. of Hyrule, their appearance within the parts will vary (whether there will be two for one part or just one)

-twisted-: means a break of time, events, etc.

Rated T for violence, blood, and etc. ;P

Disclaimer: I do not own any Legend of Zelda content or anything else affiliated with the franchise... that's why it's called a "FAN"FICTION!

Section One- Deities' Truth~

Imagine a time removed from time, a myth of memories and lies, where not a breath dared speak. Imagine a time of origin where not even the goddesses dared a step. For in that time, before the time of the three sisters of light began, their brother of darkness took air. The brother of the goddesses, the soul error in the legends of Hyrule. His name wiped from records, from sages, and from time itself. For all he did was bring discord upon the very lands that he created, before his sisters had birthed.

In the domain that he created, the lands trembled with decay and reeked of despair. They were nothing but desert, nothing but darkness. Unlike his sisters he thrived to hold no law upon his lands for he found fascination in watching his chess pieces quarrel amongst themselves. Only when he became bored did he up his game, giving birth to a foul breath that handed off corrosion to all things. The corroder that he gave life to was given his power, acting as his chosen one of darkness. He gave his warrior the very powers that he held, the shard of shadows: the fourth shard of the Triforce.

As years passed, his world became ever so dark to the point where his people's cries were like a beacon to his sisters who were just beginning to give thought on creating their own masterpiece of a world. When they took ears to these cries did a plan form amongst them. Their brother was bringing destruction upon souls that were falling amidst his shadow, given a tortuous life to live without will or choice. With such a thought his sisters set foot on his very lands, all three forming to rip away at his darkness and give light to his masterpiece of a world.

In response to his sister's actions he sent his warrior to end them, thus weakening himself due to the amount of power and life that his very chosen one took. His sisters saw this and struck him down, binding him within his own soul: within his own warrior as he too was struck down without mercy.

Standing up from their brother and his warrior's blood did they shake and rid the lands of his hold, giving their own colors to its dimness. Thus Hyrule was created, standing up from the ashes that had once smothered it. Even so, the three sisters knew that their brother would try to counter their actions for he was much stronger then they. They knew well of his warrior, the ability that the chosen one of darkness held due to sucking away at his god's life force. Surely both would come for them and their powers and then the lands that they had dared to restore.

The three goddesses responded in such a childish way, fleeing their newly born world. Leaving it like a mother would a child- abandoning. Though they did not leave without a kiss goodbye, giving Hyrule a chance to continue standing if their brother and his warrior were to ever rise from the depths- the Triforce. They set it at the land's core, leaving three shards- not four. They locked their treasure within the catacombs of a despairing place, leaving guardians-their fated warriors- of the shards to guard the land.

Their wishes were heard but not followed. The people of Hyrule set foot to search for the Triforce, some even searching for the fourth shard. The war was gruesome and unforgiving. Only the first fall of a guardian of the Triforce ended it- the guardian of power. He and his guardian comrades had been pushed back to the Triforce's chambers, he himself falling against it. The relic itself gave a brutal response. It corrupted him and set a legend that Hyrule breathes to speak of in motion, a legend that was thought to be placed for with meaning but was merely an accident.

As time passed, the true events of the guardian of power's turn were forgotten and placed with the legend Hyrule thrives in now. Only the origin of the guardians know the truth and shall be the only ones to know to this day. With that passing of time, the relic too was slowly forgotten. Now it is a mere bedtime story for children to dream. Even the fourth shard that has still not been spoken with seriousness to this day, not even a note of proof of its whereabouts at present.

Nevertheless, the brother of the goddesses waits in silence for its warrior is just a mere soul floating as a phantom. With whereabouts unknown all he can do is wait and wait he shall, until a fool dares wonder upon his hidden region; a fool that will give birth to a new, terrifying legend.

The legend of the twisted light.

Part 1~ The Bearer

Saria wiped the back of her hand across her sweating forehead, looking over what she had managed to harvest across month's time. As usual, not much. Who was she kidding, it was little to nothing! Ever since last year's summer the crops had been scarce. Falling back on her prepared stool she let loose a sigh, one that fanned her earth colored bangs outward at a curve. At that time she had been the only one to offer optimism, little good that did the village off- not even a crumb to suffice. The rest would go to Castletown anyway, the little that she and the village had scavenged. There a village representative would gather money and buy the necessities: seeds, fabrics, and farming tools. Food was far too expensive there.

"There's always hunting." She muttered, taking a hand to her chin. True, there was that! But not one farmer in the village had enough time to hunt for wild animals. No, all the time was scrounged up for family and farming time. The work of a farmer would double next season no doubt. The only thing that was possible was to fish but that wouldn't last long either. Last drought, almost all the fish had been caught, cooked, and eaten. Now? The pond was almost dried up and there were still not many fish to make up for last time.

'We'll find something. Ordona will bless us as she always has in these desperate times.' Again she was fawning over optimism. What little else could she do?

Standing up she gave a shake to her dusty skirts, ridding them of corn and other assorted vegetable debris. Sulking about her house was not going to help feed the children of her beloved village! "I'll just have to look deeper in Ordona's constituency." With a curt nod of her own approval she trudged to the wooded door, careful not to wake up the sleeping children. Still she paused at the door, turning the corked knob in an exaggerated silence.

The children. That was one thing she definitely cared about, children. The village was one thing but the children who looked up to her and Ilia were another. They were like her baby brothers and sisters, her family. Definitely, she would definitely have to farther in Ordona's guts to find a better source of food. Perhaps another water source besides Ordona's springs? One with a larger foundation of water and abundant fruit at the brim, surely that would be somewhat helpful?

Finally with the knob turned she stepped out, welcoming the crisp morning air with open arms. A glance over her shoulder told her that the village's children were still sleeping amongst the floor as they had been. Good, she hadn't woken them. Otherwise they would all beg to come with her, giving her the task to have to worry over them and babysit then to find more food. It was bad enough that she was leaving them, their parents trying to replant the dying crops- not able to watch their own children for the time being. True, she could request Ilia's help but the girl was a daughter of a village elder! She herself was surely busy, busier than Saria!

Scaling the side of her treedome, she grasped Erone's roped reins and headed off the tree's line of defense. Of course the old mare stopped her, hooves kicking at the ground as they neared the forest's origin.

"Come now, Erone, it's all right. The trees aren't going to eat you!" Saria smiled, turning to give the horse's head a kind pat. "Not even the Great Deku Tree would do such a thing, silly girl! Now come on, it'll just be a little while. Promise." Her friend merely whinnied in response, a nervous flick of the tail speaking otherwise. Ever since that horde of wild pigs ran across Erone's path to the spring two springs ago, she had feared venturing to the trees. Loud noises bothered her… as did things that seemed to run a heck of a lot faster than her old bones could manage.

With a number of kind words Saria eased her black mare into the forest's mouth, taking foot on the path that led to Ordona's east. Only when the birds gave off in their song did the mare relax. It fell to a calming trot behind its rider, giving a loving nudge occasionally when Saria seemed to slow in her walk.

The child fell, scraping his knees against the ground as he continued to crawl. All the while he cried for he felt cold, tired, and starved. Little things that helped get his nerves off the pain, the searing hurt that racked his frail body with trembles. Clawing at his burning vision, he climbed the rest of the way up the hill. Twigs and clinging plants caught on him, desiring his presence. Their desire scratching at his unprotected body as he fled.

At first sight of the cringing boy, one would run to him and aid him, but another sight… and one would flee. Why such an action? The boy was soaked in blood; his clothes tattered to such an extent that he was now naked, and on him were a series of crude cuts and scrapes. One in particular of those cuts actually gave breath with a yellowish glow of anger on his left hand, pulsing with every whimper that sounded from its holder. Surely an onlooker would ignore the bright sky eyes and the sun kissed hair and just take notice to the clear appearance, a bloody beast.

He again tripped, the scratches adorning his palms opening again and spewing out blood as he picked himself up once more. The thing that was driving him was apparent, fear. It was alive in his voice and his eyes, striking him silly with delusions. After all, all he could hear in his mind were screams. Horrified voices that were saturated with nothing but the dead, the dying, and the pained. Screams of death.

These delusions drove the boy onward, locking away all sense and calm. Only when he reached the top of this hill did his body falter with fatigue. Only as he faltered did he lean over with that very exhaustion. The action sent him slipping, falling head over heels down the hill's identical face.

Hearing what sounded like a wounded, baby animal's voice, Saria glanced up from her search amongst the berry bushes. Erone heard it too, responding to the cry with a frantic huff. Turning to again comfort her friend she set her wandering eyes to where the cry had taken place. "Sounded a wee bit close, aye Erone? What do you think it was… should we investigate?" Her bright eyes shifted to her mare's own pair, the horse only giving another frantic huff. "I'll take that as a yes. Come on old girl."

Grasping for the reins again, Saria led the horse farther down the path. Upon getting closer to the source of the cry, she heard other, identical cries. Now, even crackling twigs and ill leaves. With that, the sounds were coming closer. Gulping she released the reins and curved off the path.

Shoving a few tree branches to the side she scanned the hill that faced her, the cries and crashes coming from above its top. The wandering eyes wandered and then were still. The owner to the sounds was a boy, the hill being quite unkind as it let him tumble down its side. She stepped back, narrowing her gaze as the boy fell closer.

"Blood…"

Finally the boy's tumbling ended, his body now sprawled out at the foot of the hill: Saria only a few feet away from him. Unlike what many others would do upon first look at the boy, she ran up to him. She ignored the odd scars, the glowing indention, and the blood for all she saw was a helpless boy in need of attention.

Hesitantly she picked the frail child in her arms, trying to be extra careful when curving her grip at his neck. If he had obtained any internal damage from that tumble she didn't want to be the one to progress it. Next was her mare, it stood right where she had left it. Seeing its rider, it took foot from its place on the path and allowed its bare back to be of use to the child she carried.

"Come on, Erone." She ordered, tugging with a bit more urgency than necessary. Despite its rider's change in behavior and the odd newcomer lying across its back, it obliged.

-twisted-

The village elder let loose a sigh, rubbing at his chin scruff. Lowering his hand he received a questioning look from his beloved daughter and friend. "Uli and I did all that we could for those wounds of his." He answered their looks with his heavyset voice, managing a smile.

"No internal damage?" Saria asked.

"Not that we know of; however, the child has a high fever and seems to be dehydrated. Where and exactly how did you find him, Saria?" Ilia nodded in agreement, the two relatives turning to take a gander at their friend.

Unconsciously Saria tucked a free strand behind her ear, glancing to the side. This was probably the fourteenth time to have to repeat her story. True, it was odd for even a boy to venture near the village's path. Due to the forest being the region of Ordona and graced with the presence of the Great Deku Tree, there were little travelers that could make it through the forest without becoming ill… and receiving the touch of death. Thus visitors were not very common and now… not welcome. To top it off for the boy's odd arrival, his mark was the worst. It was still glowing just as it had when he landed before her. The mark, Uli feared, was surely cursed.

"As I told you thirteen times ago, I was with Erone near Ordona's eastern side in search for a better food source. I was near the berry bushes- all of which were nightshade," she frowned at this but still continued, "when I heard a cry that sounded like a wounded animal, Erone heard it as well. We went to the source of the cry, off the path, and saw the boy tumbling down the nearest hill. He was insensible once he reached the bottom."

"From that, father, I highly doubt he is a threat to the Great Deku Tree let alone Ordona or her people." Ilia started, ready to aid Saria in defending the child. It was quite evident that the village elder and the village's wife of the head hunter thought ill of the boy. He was able to venture this far, almost reaching the village, in such a weakened state with a peculiar mark and… the blood.

Ilia's father only held up a hand, running the other through his bald head. With another sigh he walked to the nearest chair and plopped down, his weight making its creak in protest. "I know, I know. You two are already set on the child's side but you must think of just how bizarre this is. And that mark! That mark is surely a curse, even the records in the village's heart speak of it as such. A curse that brought on the Shadow Wars." He shook his head, gesturing to the room that held the cataleptic boy.

"But he's a boy, father. What evils could such a child hold! He's barely even two for Ordona's sake!" Ilia countered, already using her acquired tone of a mother.

"But we have no clue who he is, where he came from, or anything about him for that matter!"

"Father, please-…"

"Ilia, no. We can-…"

"Listen, what if we brought the boy to Ordona's spring or to the Great Deku Tree? Surely they will agree with Saria and I and will comfort your worries."

Ilia's words seemed to calm her father down, only slightly. Nevertheless he agreed, slowly but surely with a short nod. "All right, but we will do so once the child is able to get out of bed. Before that you must agree with me," he paused, looking between the two with a stern gaze, "both of you, that if Ordona and or the Great Deku Tree share my views you will accept them."

"Yes father, we will."

-twisted-

He shifted amongst the covers, his bright sky eyes flickering as he was met with the palest of lights. For a moment everything was blurred, nothing but a wooded ceiling seeming to be the only thing that he could make out through the smears. Slowly he pushed himself up, the feeling and weight of soft covers and pillows pressing back against him. Even with the slow movement he still cringed at the soreness and stab of pains that racked his nerves. As he sat up did a gentle, feminine hand greet him by the chest. Giving a push against him, the hand led him back down amongst the mass of pillows and covers.

"Not so fast." A woman, about the ages of a young lady, spoke aloud amongst his haziness. The boy only responded with a gasp, grasping at the hand and throwing it away from him.

"Wh-where am I!" He demanded, his voice devoid of a child's own innocence. Again he sat up, ignoring the lady's pleas for him to sink back down to the pillows.

"In Ordona's province, protected by the Great Deku Tree. You're in the village of Ordon in the village elder's home. Don't worry, you're safe here so… don't worry." The girl responded, sounding just the same despite the boy's sudden outburst.

Even form such comforting words the child did not calm. In fact, he seemed to be just a bit more jumpier as his world of vision cleared to crisper colors and solid forms. His eyes gave a turn of the cluttered room: books, boxes, shelves, and the like all about and then the lady. She was young and fair, her hair a sandy brown with a touch of red and her eyes a glowing ember of a leaf's breath- green. Freckles highlighted her smile as she again set a calm hand to his chest and aided him back to the bed.

"I'm Ilia, the daughter of the village elder. My friend found you by Ordona's eastern path of the forest." She spoke again, smiling all the while.

The child only stared. What else could he say? He was perplexed. On top of that his throat burned with even the thought of speaking! Despite even that… why had he wandered to a forest? In fact, what had happened to pain him so? What indeed. By that… who was he? Why was he forgetting such simple things?

"I'm Ilia, the daughter of the village elder." She repeated, smile faltering a bit. She had to admit that he child's stare was a bit unnerving, his sapphire eyes full of nothing but shadows. Eyes unlike a normal child his age. "What's yours… your name?"

Although him being unable to clearly remember why he had wandered to such a place and to exactly why he felt pained or scared when he awoke, he answered with such ease. An ease that he had not felt since his awakening... Didn't he just find himself unable to remember who he was? So why was he… "Link." Link. Why did that not seem as familiar as it felt when he had given word to it?

"Link? That's a nice name!" She beamed, glad he sounded calmer than from his prior words. "Oh but I should tell you your conditions, right?" She gestured to all of him, smile again faltering. "As of right now your fever has weakened but is still present but your bruises and such seem to be healing quite nicely. It seems Uli's remedies are working well with that! Yet one rather odd mark seems to not be healing or changing in any way." She took a light hold on the Link's left wrist, getting him to glance down at it. Upon looking at it he tore his hand away from her, clutching it in such a brisk manner as if to conceal it from her sight. It was such a quick movement that it left her sitting there with her arm outstretched, fingers still closed about an invisible wrist.

"So that mark is always visible? Then, do you know what it is?" She questioned in a hesitant voice.

Link was about to give a nod but then remembered… he couldn't remember if it was or wasn't. "Not really. I feel like I should be hiding it though, like if I don't then you'd think ill of me. I'm not entirely sure why I feel such a thing for honestly I can't remember as to why I came here or… well anything." At this Ilia's smile fell altogether. Such a poor child! Surely Ordona and the Great Deku Tree disagree with her father's thoughts!

Ilia gently guided the hidden wrist back to the boy's side, her smile being forced back to the open. "That's all right, Link." She lied. "It's nothing bad, just a memory to those who worry is all!" Her smile brightened to the lie for it was partly true yet not so true, right? The adults worried over little things and always spoke of Hyrule and Ordona's ordeals of the past. So indeed they would worry over something that reminded them of such ordeals. "Anyway! Once you get all better I'll show you around Ordon but first, Ordona and the Great Deku Tree would like to meet you. They are very important to the villagers and I, so I'd like you to meet them!" Bit of a lie, a sweetened lie at that.

Link only dared give her a glance, his eyes looking as if they knew just a bit too well of things she would never desire to gander. Just from that it was evident, this child was not normal. It didn't take a glance at his still glowing mark to figure out something like that. Despite this, he was a child… helpless, naïve, and alone.

-twisted-

The seer of the province gave a tremble amongst the morning breeze, its crown letting loose old, leafy friends as its arms stretched out wider to bathe in the rising sun. Ah, what a pleasant morning. Bless Ordona for such a fine day to breathe! The great tree shifted, its being creaking against its beloved wind. A good day but by feel of its roots underneath the top soil he could feel a presence coming on… it made its bark cringe. Surely Ordona herself was trembling at the premonition, surely.

"Great Deku Tree!" The tree shifted at its last, the soft creaking halting by the mere voice of a visitor. Enough of those dark thoughts and realizations for a chat with Ordona about these numerous forewarnings would have to wait, she was asleep after all… had been for centuries now. If she had not stirred then surely these feelings were nothing, just feelings of an old, paranoid tree.

"Yes, elder?" The tree spoke. It actually spoke! Of all the things, its voice like a wisp of wind with just mere creaks and vibrations to give it words.

The village elder of the province stopped, appearing to the tree's left of the clearing that it had settled in long ago… boy the elder looked beat from his journey here! Poor man, the journey was definitely a long ways up from the village's ground. "Great Deku Tree, sorry I didn't send word to you of my arrival but you see I didn't have time even if I sent word. We have a visitor."

"Well yes, animals are quite frequent in my forest, elder. I don't see why this would drive you to a state of worry… you seem troubled. Why be so in such a matter if it be a mere wild animal?" Of course the Great Tree thought that for such a thing had happened once, the elder being his paranoid self.

"No, it isn't that, Great Tree. The visitor is a child, a boy!"

The wind seemed to hush all together: the creaking of the tree itself even. "A child you say?" It spoke, its voice sounding more humanoid then that of the wind.

"Yes. Saria found the boy just off of Ordona's eastern path. He is fairly sick but his bruises and scars and such are healing quite nicely, well except for the mark on his hand."

"Mark?"

"Yes. It glows like his hand is made of gold!"

"Do describe this mark."

"It resembles a triangle of sorts, three smaller figures making its face."

The air grew colder as the light grew dimmer. "Triangle… three you say?"

"Aye, what I said. I suppose it means something?"

"Yes, it does… did… does."

"What?"

As if the tree gave a shake of the head, the wind took flight once more as the air lifted and light consumed the clearing. "It's nothing to worry, a mere birthmark of sorts!" Such a lie from the Tree, such shamefulness.

"Pardon me Great Deku Tree but I know it is nothing of the sort. You know it too, do you not?"

The tree shuddered, a wall of leaves falling in its wake. "Well, yes to an extent. Ordona knows it more than I."

"Then what of the boy, is the mark good or bad? Should we throw him out of the province, hide him, or… what?"

"No, we will not turn a blind eye to such a helpless child. As for his mark, I will say something as this: the mark is truly a curse. It will bring dark luck to its bearer no matter the place. Nevertheless the boy will remain here for Ordona's province is the safest and purest by far to the rest. With that, the boy will stay under your care for he will need such love once the villagers see the mark. They will know just by a glance of its curse."

"You wish for me to seclude him?"

"If you see fit, yes, but I will honestly disagree with such actions. Let the boy live with the matter of thinking his mark is a birthmark of sorts… no matter what words the villagers give otherwise."

The elder shifted in stance. He did feel better for he had thought on reconsidering and just waiting for the boy to heal properly so he could bring the boy along with him, but now? It was a good thing the boy was still in bed and he here. "What is the curse?"

"I know little of it but Ordona knows more, as I've said. Either way the boy will need to be protected and loved. All that I will say is: he is fate's cruel toy, with only a mark to bear his place in humanity's eyes."

"Pardon but you are passing confusion onto me, Great Tree."

"I'm aware. I cannot speak over such a thing for long, Ordona is still hibernating. If you wish for me to go on then return when she has reawakened for she knows oh so much more. Now off with you, kind elder. Off to care for fate's bearer."

Unsure the elder only gave a nod, turning on heel to catch view of the tree line that surrounded the Great Tree like a castle wall. Ilia and Saria would be glad to know that they would not need to take the child to see the Great Tree or Ordona but would feel terrible of the child's mark. It was bad enough that the Tree spoke in such riddles on the latter. Fate's plaything? What kind of words were those, to be given to such a young, defenseless child?

Ordona stirred in the blackness of her sleep, her body nothing but a golden orb that pulsed in a rhythm such as a lullaby's pitch. She'd heard the conversation, she'd felt the child enter her domain, and had felt what her children and seer thought. This only gave a bit of a dance to the pulsing rhythm, her thoughts scattering about her historical dreams. The feeling that struck all those to the side were of the boy's own thoughts. He was confused, worried over what he could no longer remember, was scared to death, and was pained.

Fate had almost broken its precious toy.

"Poor child, your lineage fell to the guardians' demise and the goddesses negligence. Therefore you are nothing but a beast, heart and breath taken without the relic's considerate voice." She sang, her pulsing glow frolicking to multiple rhythms.

"Poor child, the bearer of those less blind."

Section Two- Provinces~

As the wars ceased and the true events were corrupted, an influence of the Triforce graced the lands. The relic, as if wielding emotions and such of its own, gave designated elements to the chess board. The elements overlook the land, placing themselves as provinces. Those provinces giving forth a messenger of their own to speak for them and act for them if they ever be in trouble or are in a period of sleep. Even from this, the people of the lands corrupted this tale. They spoke of the provinces being connections to the goddesses and the messengers being the protectors of the lands. Truth be told, the real protectors were the provinces… the messengers being those who side with the province guardian and aid in protection and tongue.

Upon these provinces, particular terrains were kept as defense mechanisms: forests being the deepest walls of defense for they held purity… innocence. The inhabitants were closed off form the world; therefore, the provinces found that it was best to protect such children. The people themselves mistook the gesture as the messengers' way of keeping control, that the messengers themselves were acting as a worried mother or father.

Populace of a province are said to appear different- forest people seeming green and earth-like. Such a thing was partly true but the provinces only gave their people qualities so as to adapt, to protect themselves amongst the confines of their habitat: camouflage and the like. Not so much as the people twisted, foresters being birthed by the messenger tree… such a tale is seen as blasphemy against the messenger as well as the province. Again, the provinces were only acting in protection but its people twisted its love and care.

Down below are the only questions I'll be answering for now. This chapter took quite a long time, my computer kept kicking me off of microsoft word (man was I pissed -) and I still have other fanfictions to finish. I know, this chapter is probably VERY confusing. Sorry if I lacked with any detail, bad grammar, or typos of any sort. Anyway, please do read & review!

Q. Why is Ordona speaking like that? Why is she even asleep?

A. She is singing a song passed down by the records of Hyrule's true events. As to why she is sleeping, a province usually falls to hibernation during a season/time or because its people are dying/sick/ungrateful to it. There are multiple reasons as to why the provinces sleep. Ordona is doing just this because of the season/time, this helps her gain more power to protect her designated area and her children.

Q. So... in your fanfiction Ganondorf was a good guy?

A. Yes. He was once just as Link and Zelda's ancestors were: "good". He became corrupted when he touched the relic when fighting off the invaders who desired the relic's power. Why? The relic reflects the soul of a person as well as their thoughts. Yes, Ganon was good at the time but his actions were violent- fighting. True, he was defending the relic but the relic only took note of his action- fighting. Thus, it mirrored the violence and corrupted him.

Q. Saria isn't supposed to be older then Link (and blah blah blah... sorry but-)

A. Before you go all Legend of Zelda freak on me, take note that this is a fanfiction. Also, yes I'm aware of that. As to why, I wanted to use Saria but not use her as her Kokiri self. Hard to explain.

Q. Okay, Saria I can understand but the Great Deku Tree?

A. He is the messenger of Ordona, nothing more. This is shown when he responds to the village elder, speaking little on the matter for he desires permission from Ordona to really go into detail and also... he is telling the truth of him knowing little, another reason why Ordona sings since Tree stated she knew more than he.

Q. I liked where Twisted Light was going! Why'd you change it? You said you wouldn't quit!

A. At the time of Twisted Light I was working on Dark Realm and Twilight Legend/Legend of Twilight. The plot got mixed up with the Twilight Legend a bit and I didn't like how some things went in the Twisted Light. A lot of the events will happen in this fanfiction (I will not bring in the Great Fairy's daughter, the character I made).