Prologue

Life. It was very, very complicated.

Link rolled a piece of grass in his mouth as he contemplated this, leaning against the wall in his house to stare out the window. Like always it was full of trees, sunlight dappling the leaves to make them catch different colours of green. And like always he was thinking of his unknown past, thinking of his curse that was bestowed upon him the day he had entered the Kokiri forest. Why had it have to be him? To bear such burdens? To be left in the dark of his true identity? Who was he supposed to be? Who was he meant to be?

Link took a deep breath and decided he wanted a snooze; he closed his eyes and listened to the sound of the forest, the wind tickling his skin as it intruded through the window. He ignored his own questions, deciding they were useless to brood upon. He was happy with his life, after all. Why question it, and make all the simple things he enjoyed in life much harder for himself?

His fairy Navi scoffed lightly and settled on his head, deciding to follow his example of sleeping. It was sometimes boring in the forest, and the leisurely pace gave them time to relax, time to enjoy themselves in relaxation and sleep. Link smiled as he settled into his wooden house; it was a beautiful day.

His blue eyes were almost identical in colour as his fairy, and they acted like siblings. Sometimes fighting, sometimes being agreeable, sometimes hating each other, and sometimes loving each other as if they were related by blood. His blonde hair was soft for a boy's and girls of the Kokiri tended to whine about that, but he knew better than to say anything back.

He was thirteen, and was a head taller than everybody else and still growing, which brought suspicion to his friends. Kokiri never grew up; they were the age ten until they were sent to the next world by the Deku tree. Immortality was a curse; that was why the Deku tree prevented it from happening to any one of his children.

But growing up just wasn't a Kokiri thing.

Link knew he was Hylian; known that since he'd come back from the seven year travel as the Hero of Time. And he also knew that he wasn't who he really was, whenever he was wearing a hat. It didn't come off unless he wanted it to; even falling from a three story building, it didn't come off. It changed colour to fit the tunic he was wearing, whether it be Goron, Zora, or the yellow Gerudo one which the pirate from Termina had given him as a souvenir. Speaking of the Pirates, they had pierced his ears, which made him more unique in the Kokiri, making them all the more suspicious.

But most importantly, it changed his identity totally. Saria had told him when he was seven, and Link had been able to hide his forced on secret from then on.

"Link!"

Mido. Link forced his eyes open and groaned as the bully screamed out his name. He was the only Kokiri that didn't accept him as a friend of sorts. Link didn't know why, but frankly didn't care. He knew how to fight back with words; he usually won with them too. Link stepped out onto his porch to find that Mido was climbing up the house's ladder, looking very pissed off.

"What is it Mido. I'd think you'd got chased by a Stalfos or something with the racket you're making."

Mido growled as he came up, jabbing a finger at Link's nose, despite the fact that Link was taller than him. "Listen up. You're leaving."

Link scoffed.

"We're serious. You're leaving the village; we don't want Hylians in our midst."

Link had scoffed with disdain, sneering. "How'd you find out?"

"It becomes obvious when you're a head taller than all of us, Link. We're not dumb."

Link rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. "For a second I wondered. I'd been here my whole life and you guys hadn't realised. It's almost amazing really."

Mido had growled and swung his fist, and Link had dodged easily. The Kokiri growled again, ignoring the fact that he was trying to fight someone taller than him.

"Wait!" Navi flew out of his hat and buzzed around Mido, alarmed at the possibility of a fight. "Mido don't! Please!"

"Stop it Navi." Link said, cupping a hand around his friend, "I'll leave as soon as I've packed. I'll tell the Deku Tree I'll be going too."

"Oh no you don't!" Mido had fumed, barring his teeth, "The Deku tree is our protector. Not yours. Navi can't come with you either, she belongs with us Kokiri."

Link had narrowed his eyes. "You, listen to me. It's Navi's choice to stay with me or not. I don't care if you tell me to leave, but don't you dare start ordering around my friends. You got that?"

Mido had gulped, and nodded. Link went back into his home and began to pack, leaving Mido to run away. As the Hylian packed, he stopped for a second to look in the mirror, taking off his hat.

There, staring back at him from the glass surface wasn't a boy. It was a girl with soft blonde hair, falling down just below her shoulders. Her blue eyes were still as sharp, but they now had a roundness to them, unlike before. Her lips went from thin and grim to full but grim, adding to her feminine softness. With disdain Lynda returned the hat on her head, turning back to Link. What was the point of returning to your original gender if you didn't know how to act like it? What was the point of changing when you'd lived as a boy for your whole life?

Navi looked at Link sympathetically, swirling around his head. "You know," she said, "You look better as Lynda."

Link scoffed disdainfully again, blue fire in his eyes as he turned away from the mirror. He packed the rest of his bags and left, intending to lend some company to a friend he had lost once he'd returned as the Hero of Time.

Nobody said goodbye to him as he entered the Lost Woods.

A boy of fourteen rested in his room, swinging a leg over the window sill that he sat on. He wasn't too frightened of the fact that he could fall off the four-story window, nor was he concerned of the fact that the castle guard were hammering at his door, demanding entry.

The boy grinned despite the big trouble he would get into once the guards entered and realised that the only thing stopping an entry had been a simple, wooden, and not to mention cheap, chair. And if that broke under pressure, he always had the wedge to rely on. He'd have plenty of time to drop out of the window and escape. Plenty of time to just let himself fall to the grounds far, far below...

They broke through his first defence; they were onto the next.

He turned he gaze to the door, wondering whether he should jinx it. But then, he didn't really care if they came in or not. All he wanted was to just go home; he had no intention on serving the bloody royal family. Just step onto thin air, and his greatest rebellion would be complete…

A gust of wind tussled his blonde hair, tugging at his scarf. It brought words of warning, or comfort and encouragement only he could hear. Surprise shook him, and then the need to rebel. He was about to shout protests into the wind, but more invisible words flooded him, and he was left in a corner, trapped and defeated.

The door burst open, and he was still alive.

Damn it.

The soldiers were panting from their exertion against the door, and they were not pleased. Their hands lingered on their swords, but instead they either let them drop uselessly to their sides, or just curled their fists. Well, except one of them.

He put out a piece of paper in front of the boy and said, "You're got yourself an assignment, you worthless retch."

The boy looked at the covered face, and then at the paper. He took it and scanned it with crimson eyes, before smirking.

He scrunched it up and threw it over his shoulder, and the piece of paper burned itself to ash in midair.

The soldiers cringed when the Sheikah said, "So, what's in it for me?"

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