Author's Notes: (1) This is purposely an ambiguous Link. Although this story will probably draw a lot from OoT and Twilight Princess, it does not mean that it is specifically one of those incarnations of Link. I want the reader to be able to envision this Link as whichever one they prefer.

(2) Fans of Nintendo's Star Fox series may notice that one of the main supporting characters is a bit of an homage to Wolf O'Donnell.

(3) Even though it's amateurish and considered poor form, I don't give a damn and will probably add links to music and/or drawings that inspired me in certain parts of the story.

CHAPTER ONE

He jolted awake, gasping for breath as he emerged from the purple vapor of his dream. His senses came rushing back to him. He looked down at himself. The purple vapor hadn't been part of his dream, he had actually been sleeping in a strange basin of a peculiar purple substance that wasn't quite gas or liquid. But figuring out what the substance was was the least of his worries, he didn't even know who he was. He was still fully clothed, wearing a green tunic that looked worn with age and time. This was odd, because his body didn't give any indication that he was greatly aged. His skin was still smooth like a young man's, yet he noticed some strange kind of scar or burn on the back of his left hand- odd scatterings of darkened flecks- that he had no idea what it was from.

He jerked his head from side to side, trying to take in his surroundings. It was completely unfamiliar, but then again, what wasn't? He remembered nothing before this, really. He sat in the middle of the strange basin, when his head suddenly gave a off a painful throbbing. He let out an instinctual shout and put his hands to his head. Cracks suddenly formed in the basin, purple substance creeping through the sutures.

He stood up on wobbly legs, forcing himself to maintain his equilibrium. He looked up and noticed a large, opalescent bubble in the ceiling. Strangely he felt as if someone was watching him from there. The throbbing shot through his head again and large crack ran down the middle of the bubble. He looked around, trying to shake off the pain, and saw a door. He stumbled over to it, but it must have been locked. He couldn't open it. He slammed his hand against it in frustration and rested his head against the cold, hard surface, hopelessly willing it to open. Another sharp pain. He gave a sharp intake of breath, and the door vibrated and slid open.

A strange mazelike structure of staircases spread before him. He'd hoped that whatever had been beyond the door would jolt his memory a little bit, but no luck. He had no idea where he was going, but followed his instincts, up and down twisting and turning staircases, his head throbbing in time with his footsteps. His head throbbed, yet the pain wasn't quite as bad as it had been. That, or he was getting used to the pain. He found himself in front of a door at the top of a staircase. He reached out, and to his surprise, it slid open before he even touched it.

An intricate observation room spread before him. Perhaps even more interesting were the strange creatures that were manning the place. The boy gasped, but was not afraid. They had the bodies of large birds and were no larger than one, yet had eerie, human-like heads.

"Don't be afraid. We aren't going to hurt you," said one. "I'm Ooccozu, and this is Ooccora. We are part of the Oocca tribe."

"Hello," the boy said wearily.

"You have heard of the Oocca, haven't you?"

"Well, no," he admitted. "But I'm not even sure who I am."

The Oocca looked at each other. "They say your name is Link," said Ooccozu (or was it Ooccora?). The other nodded in agreement. "Yes, Link."

"Who's they?"

"The Oocca, of course," said Ooccora. "But you are a known legend throughout all of Hyrule."

"Legend? Hyrule?" The boy, who supposed his name was Link, saw his reflection in a mirrored wall and was able to take in his image. He was about 17 or 18 years old, tall and slender, yet strong looking. He had light brown hair, blue eyes, and pointed ears. He noticed that he not only had that odd scar on his left hand, but he also had a strange scar on his forehead. Other than that, he didn't really see anything notable about himself that could make him a "legend".

"The Oocca have long had little to no affair with Hyrule," said Ooccozu. "But as this Great Revolution threatens us more and more each day, we need as many allies as we can get."

"And now that you have awakened, perhaps now Hyrule will be willing to join us in this great cause," added Ooccora.

"Excuse me," said Link carefully. "With all due respect, I don't really understand any of this. I can't remember anything before this. I have no idea where or exactly who I am, let alone know anything about a Revolution…"

The Oocca looked at each other. "It appears to have affected his memory," said Ooccora. Ooccozu gave a brisk nod. "Of course. Of course he doesn't remember anything. We'll take you to our leader, Oocco. He will be able to explain it better than us."

"Explain what?"

"The fate of the future of Hyrule. They say it depends on you."

Link gulped as he followed the Oocca out of the observation room up another twisting stairway.

(………)

A well-dressed elderly man entered the dim, seedy tavern, looking fairly out of place. The few patrons that were there barely glanced at him. There in a dark back table, he found what he was looking for. He approached the hooded figure that was hunched over at the table, grasping a silver mug.

"Artemus Wolfen," the old man said in a low voice. "Fancy meeting you here."

The hooded figure did a double take, then gestured to the seat in front of him. "Forgive me, I did not recognize you in that disguise." A sneering smile could be seen in the half light. "Though do you really think anyone would expect you to grace Castle Town with your presence?"

"Now is not the time for disturbances," the old man said off-handedly. "Is it true, then?"

"Yes, word is he has awakened. He resides with the Oocca. For how long, I can't say," said Wolfen.

The old man smiled and nodded. "The Oocca. Now there is a name I haven't heard in a long time. Not that I could ever forget of course. My other question is, are you still willing to take on this job for me?"

"If I were the type to question someone's motives, I'd ask why someone like yourself wouldn't be better off doing it on your own."

"It is not without reason. But it is wise not to question my authority."

"I have found their secret location. His blood can be yours, but at what price?" Wolfen drummed his fingers on the table.

The old man leaned forward, unfazed. "Name your price. Money is of little object to me."

"I can imagine. Not everyone is lucky enough to be instilled with such power as you are."

"Some are lucky enough," he stared intently at Wolfen. "Wouldn't you say? After all, without the advancement of magic as we know it, you wouldn't even be who you are, now would you?"

Wolfen shrugged and stared back. "I'm not ungrateful, but I'm also grateful for rupees. One hundred thousand of them to be exact."

"Very brazen of you, but it's a deal. I have heard you are worth your price. Worth even more than that useless bounty 'Princess' Zelda has on your head. Bring me the blood of the Future Hero, and I will give you one hundred thousand rupees."

"Consider it done."

"And…" the old man stroked his chin "We'll see how you do. Perhaps I could use you as my right hand man. I could use a mercenary with a ruthlessness like you possess at my disposal. It could mean great rewards for both of us. Perhaps I may even increase the price, for your consideration."

Wolfen nodded. The light reflected off of his right eye in a flash of red light. "I'll consider it."

"Excellent," the old man rose from his seat. "Now, go. The time is precious."

Wolfen also stood up, finally revealing his form- he moved and spoke like a human man, but he mostly resembled a large, silver Wolfos. "I never fail," he said, extracting blades from his fingertips like giant claws as if to strengthen his point.