Hi, everyone!

I have always really loved the LoZ games, with Ocarina of Time and Twilight Princess being my favorites. So I decided to take many of the things that I love about the Zelda games and splice them together, so I hope you like what I come up with! It starts out a bit slowly just like the games do so that you can warm up to it, but it won't stay like this for long! ;)

Enjoy!

Constructive Criticism and Questions are always appreciated!

I don't own Legend of Zelda or the pic, sadly.

-X- time skip

"Thoughts"

...Dreams...


Eyes opened slowly, and he was gazed up at an unfamiliar ceiling.

A dark ceiling with lower lighter-colored wooden beams running across the length it to form a simple star pattern. All he could see around him was lit and silhouetted by the low half-light of a dying fire that was somewhere off to his left. He blinked a few times, steadily becoming aware of the pounding between his ears and the muted pain of the many slash injuries to his body.

His arm and back muscles ached from the extra strain they had been put through, and his ankle hurt. He looked down his leg, and saw his ankle wrapped carefully and propped up on the other arm of the couch he lay on. His right arm moved slightly as his fingers brushed the worn cloth of the couch beneath him, eyes having gone back to staring up at the ceiling.

"Where...am I? What is this place, and...how did I get here?"

His body felt very heavy, and the soft harmony being created by the fire, the frogs he could hear outside, and his own breathing had his eyelids slipping closed even though he knew he should be trying to think...

...Running hard through the dark forest, branches clawed at his face while the leaves tried blinding him. His legs and arms shaking with exertion, and the armor he wore seemed to get heavier with each thudding step. Tears slid down unchecked from his eyes, and the rough, sobbing breaths that tore from his chest and heart left his lungs on fire for air. The pain of the slashes he had on his body burned white-hot every time the part of him they had cut moved, but he couldn't stop running, not even to bind them. He was certain that those monsters would follow him after what he had done, so he would lead them away from-...

A sudden soft explosion of crackling sparks and the sound of the fire log breaking caused him to start violently awake, eyes flying open accompanied by a soft gasp.

"So you're awake now, I see."

Came a kind sound male voice from over by the fireplace. He whipped his head around to look at the speaker and started sitting up, but then hissed at the pain that lanced up his neck and bounced around behind his now tightly closed eyes.

"Don't try moving yet. You really took a beating in the fight you were in, and then your fall off the cliff into the Goat's Field only made them worse."

The man said as he walked away from the fireplace and took a seat in a chair next to the couch. Eyes now open and ignoring the pain, he studied the man sitting next to him. The man had kind green eyes, short blonde hair that was held back by a light colored headband, and was wearing an interesting assortment of wrapped-around clothing.

He was also wearing a sword strapped to his back that was angled so he could pull it out in a moment's notice, which made the young observer grip the couch beneath himself nervously. It must mean that this man thought that he might need to use it.

"And I'm the only thing that could be a threat to him here."

Looking back at the man's eyes apprehensively, he asked in a low voice.

"Where am I?"

"Ordon Village, which is at the edge of Faron Woods."

The man was studying his face closely, but for what he had no idea and made him even more nervous.

"What is your name?"

The man asked, suddenly cutting into his thoughts.

"Link...Sir. What is yours?"

"Rusl. Tell me, Link. What were you running from?"

Link opened his mouth to answer, then stopped because he couldn't remember. He frowned slightly as he tried remembering anything, but then he looked back at Rusl.

"I don't remember. I know that is not the answer you're looking for, but it is the truth."

Rusl continued studying his face, then nodded slightly.

"Where are you from, Link?"

"I'm...not sure. I remember lots of large trees..."

He brought a hand up to run his fingers through his hair out of habit, but stopped at the feel of rough cloth bandages beneath his fingertips. He explored higher, finding his hair had not been cut as he had feared, but had simply been pushed up and out of the way of the bandages that were wrapped at his hairline. He blinked, then glanced at Rusl who was still watching him and lowered his hand from his head.

"I apologise, but I cannot remember anything other than lots of large trees."

Rusl nodded slightly again and stared at his face thoughtfully.

"Do you remember anything about yourself?"

"Well...I remembered my name.."

Link answered slowly, before turning his attention from Rusl and looking around the small family room he was in.

There was a strangely curvy chair near the other end of the couch and a well worn, but nice rug covering the floor between these chairs and couch. He recognised some of the things adorning the walls as farming and cooking tools as they hung near the door and the open firestove respectively. Even though it was somewhat blocked behind the back of the couch, he could see a round eating table with a few knitting things resting on its top and a toy horse hiding beneath in the shadows.

"Other people live here?"

He started listening carefully, and after a few seconds could just make out the deep breathes of two other people in the house over the noises of the night and this room. He craned his head to look squarely behind the position it had just been resting in, looking at where a door was hidden behind a large and thickly woven tapestry. He saw Rusl react slightly in his peripheral vision, and relaxed his head back into its resting place on the arm of the couch to look at him.

"Is this your house?"

Rusl nodded slowly, a new expression on his face and he was not quite looking at his face anymore, but staring at a space next to his head.

"A village means that there are other houses around here, I think."

Link shook his head lightly to try and clear the doubt from it, then looked at Rusl.

"Thank you for caring for my wounds, Rusl Sir."

Rusl blinked, his voice seeming to pull him out of whatever his thoughts had been and Rusl smiled at him.

"No need to thank me, Link. We weren't about to leave you out there injured and in the dark. I wish that you could give me some answers as to who you are and what was chasing you, but you probably hit your head while tumbling down that cliff. I bet that with a bit of rest and a good look at your things will help you remember everything, so don't worry. Here-"

Rusl reached down and picked up a bottle from the ground next to the chair's leg.

"-drink some of this and you'll find it easier to sleep, as I know from experience that it's hell trying to sleep the first night after a bad fight."

Taking the bottle gratefully, and a few sips of the bitter stuff quickly flowed down his throat before he handed it back to Rusl with a slightly trembling arm. Eyes closing, another question came to his exhausted mind and was out of his mouth before he could think better of it.

"Is that your family in the other room behind that tapestry?"

He heard Rusl pop a cork back into the bottle and get up from his chair. Rusl's answer seemed to come back very slowly, and he may have missed the last word of it as sleep claimed him.

"Indeed it is. I'm sure that you'll get to meet them soon as you wake..."

-X-

"He must be a Hylian because I had to give him a double dose of the sleep herbs for them to work."

"Oh, but are you sure? I thought that they were like nobility and only lived in Hyrule, so why would the boy be out here all alone?"

Link slowly opened his eyes as the voices of Rusl and a kind-hearted woman drifted into his sleep, pulled him back to the land of the living. He heard a soft gasp to his right, and he turned his head to see a child sitting the chair next to the couch staring at him. The child had ear-length blonde hair, slightly frightened blue eyes, and was wearing similar style of clothing to what Rusl had. He smiled at the boy who after lowering his head, slowly looked up and smiled back shyly.

"What is your name?"

Link asked, still smiling at the boy as he carefully started maneuvering himself into a reclined position on the couch.

"I-I...Colin."

The little boy answered very softly, before lifting his head a bit higher to look Link more in the eye.

"I know that your name is Link."

"That it is, how did-"

"Oh! You're awake now, Link."

Rusl's said while walking over and scooping Colin up so that both could sit in the chair.

"How are you feel this morning?"

The woman asked he had heard before ask, slowly walking into his peripheral vision as she went to sit in the strange curvy chair that he had seen last night.

"Better, thank you."

He replied, turning his head to give her a polite smile. His eyes widened in shock as she turned to take her seat, now fully facing him. He stared at the bulging stomach of this otherwise fit and healthy woman for a few seconds, unable to say or do anything until he heard them all start laughing. The woman and Colin's voices were both quiet while Rusl's was far more carrying.

"So I take it that you've never seen a woman with child before, have you?"

Rusl asked between his chuckles, and Link blushed slightly as he now understood why they had been laughing.

"No, but I am glad that it there is nothing wrong, as was my first thought."

"Well, I guess that it is a bit strange looking the first time you see it, isn't it?"

The woman said with a smile.

"My name is Uli, and this boy is our son Colin."

"Who was supposed to let us know as soon as you woke up."

Rusl said, looking at Colin in mostly mock severity. Colin looked at his mother as he tried to find an answer or response to what his father said, but he didn't come up with anything so he looked back at his father with an embarrassed face.

"He was going to tell you, but I'm afraid that I started asking him some questions and distracted him."

Link said as soon as he saw the face that Colin was making, causing the three to look at him. Colin was very surprised at this transfer of responsibility, while Uli and Rusl just gave him pleased smiles.

"Is that so?"

Rusl asked looking back down at Colin, who nodded while still staring at Link.

"Are you hungry, Link? We already ate, but there's still some porridge left in the pot if you want it."

"I am quite hungry and gratefully accept your offer."

"Colin, would you please serve Link a bowl full of porridge? The pot is on the table, and there's a bowl for him next to it."

Colin climbed off his father's lap and nodded to his mother before hurrying passed the couch, out of Link's eyesight.

"Mayor Bo wants to speak with me and I promised to help fix the South-East fence the goats broke last night, so I'll be back in a while. See you later Colin, Link."

Rusl kissed his wife before walking out into the bright morning, and after the door was closed Link looked back at the chair to find Colin sitting in it with the bowl of Porridge. He handed it to Link, who thanked him and then started eating. When Colin didn't move or stop watching him, Link paused and smiled at Colin.

"Would you like to play a game with me when I'm done, Colin?"

"But...mama said that you can't get up."

"Well, we could play a game right here."

"Like what? I guess that we could play with my horses, but I only have two so it might not be very fun..."

"I'm sure that we could make it so, but perhaps we should try something else for now. Do you have any coloring sticks and something to draw on?"

Colin's face lit up and he jumped off the chair.

"They're in the bedroom, so I'll go get them. We can even use the small table in there to color on!"

As he ran to the bedroom, Uli smiled at him warmly and then looked at Link.

"You're very kind with him even though he is such a quiet boy. Thank you."

Link smiled back.

"It is nothing compared to what you all have done for me. I quite like your son, he is-"

Colin came running back into the room with some paper and wood to color on, and a fist full of charcoal sticks and colored chalk to draw with. He ran out again, only to return carrying a small table from within the bedroom.

"You're getting so strong, Colin."

His mother said as he set the table down next to the couch for them to lean on. Link helped him put everything on the table, then Colin looked at him questioningly.

"What should we draw?"

"Hmm. Why don't you draw your village for me so that I can start learning about it?"

"I'll try my best, but that may be hard because there's so much..."

"I'm sure that you can do it. You could use your drawings as the starting point, and then you can explain everything in them to me. Now, what should I draw for you?"

Colin looked around the room carefully, then pointed at his mother who was alternating between looking at her knitting and watching them.

"You should draw Mama!"

He turned his head to look at Link hesitantly, and saw his slight surprise at this.

"Unless...you think that would be too hard, you don't have to do it if you don't want too. I can pick something else for you...or you could pick something."

Link shook his head and waved a hand.

"No, no. I think that it is a fine choice, but I must warn you and your mother that I am not that skilled at drawing so it may turn out quite horribly."


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