I thought that it would be cool to see what it would be like if Vaati had a kid. Please note that all Nintendo related characters are property of Nintendo, with exception of my characters... Please note that this takes place way after MC and Oot. In this chapter, Zelda, Link, and Vaati are 17.

Chapter 1

It has been three days since Vaati was mysteriously released from the Four Sword. He had already begun his raid of the castle and had taken the princess hostage and killed others who got in his way. One young man had decided to take Vaati down. A 17 year old teen named Link. He was able to cast down the evil doer and free the princess. When his mission was done, the guards tried to recover Vaati's body so that they could be rid of him for good, but his body was never found. No one had ever known the terror that the princess had endured, not even Link, until one day...

"This can't be happening! I am far too young for this!" Zelda screamed as her nursemaid, Impa, held her hand.

"Just a bit more..." She replied, trying to coax her on.

Just then, a cry could be heard throughout Hyrule. The cry of a baby rang throughout the atmosphere. It was a baby girl; she had light purple hair and peach colored skin. When she had opened her eyes for the very first time, small red orbs could be seen with traces of small tears running from them, as most babies do when they first enter this world.

"Impa, please, you have kept this secret this long, I cannot have this child. If Hyrule found out about this...I just don't want this baby!"

"Princess...I..." Impa tried to speak. She was surprised by the princess's words.

"No arguments, Impa, I cannot and will not allow this demon child to be mine. She never was and never will be my child. Now, get her away from me!" She shouted.

Without another word, Impa took the child from hide-away house in the forest and headed deeper into the thick trees. She has no clue where she would put this child, until a thought came into her head. Termina! No one there has anything to do with Hyrule, so the child would be safe.

"I don't wanna!" A little girl shouted as she pushed her plate of broccoli away from her. "It's so yucky!"

"It's not yucky. If you don't eat it, then you won't play with the other children and you will be sent straight to bed." A young lady replied as she pointed to the stairs.

"Why should I care," the little girl pouted, "They don't play with my anyway."

"That's it! Go straight upstairs...NOW!"

Without hesitation, the little girl ran straight upstairs and buried her little head in her pillow. Her bed wasn't much of a bed. It had cracks in it and the wood seemed as if it was rotting. The other kids in the orphanage had nice beds and they were always given special privileges. When the child was done crying, she sat up in bed and made tiny fists with her hands.

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"I hate this place!" She said aloud to herself, "The people are really mean to me." Her hands felt hot as her fists tightened. She looked down to see that her hands really were hot, no, not just hot, but on fire! The girl didn't panic; instead, she smiled suddenly and blurted out, "Another power! Wow!" She stared at her hands and extended her palm. When she closed her palm, the fire went out. Ah, yes, another power. The last time she obtained a new power, a teacher nearly fainted when she was found levitating in the air. That just gave everyone else another reason to shun her, besides the way she looked. Just then, there was a knock on the door and the door opened.

"Violet! Do you smell smoke in this room?" A fairly plump old lady asked. Violet seemed to be a fitting name for the little girl because her hair was certainly a shade of violet.

"No!" The girl, named Violet, replied rather quickly.

"Well, alright. Oh, by the way, congratulations on turning 11. I know how exciting that is for you. G'night!" The lady said as she exited the room.

Yeah, exciting, she thought as she walked over to a little drawer. I have to get out of here, I don't wanna be here. I'll show everyone that I am not a freak, she thought as she put what little belongings she had into a tiny little sack. When everyone was asleep, she creped silently downstairs and opened the door. "And just where do you think you're going?" Asked a woman. Her voice sounded really angry. "Shut the door you brat!"

Violet turned around and stared at the lady in fear and a hint of anger. "I am going on a trip." She replied timidly.

"You are, are you? And where do you think you'll go? You're an unwanted child." The lady said as she stared at the little girl, who looked as if she were about to cry. Just then, the little girl suddenly opened the door and ran outside. The lady went to make a grab for her when she was suddenly hit by some energy force. Nothing was left of the woman accept for a large pile of Ash. Suddenly, a man stepped out of the shadows and smirked at the work he had accomplished.