Heya folks. This is, Digi. Yeah, I've got a million stories to work on, I know. I really shouldn't be starting another one right now. Oh well. Hopefully you found this on your own free will. Even better is if you liked the preview on dA and came here to read the story. One can only hope.

Anyways, I started writing this nearly last year. There's bound to be a huge jump change in the middle of the story as I continued writing from my hiatus several months back. Hopefully in flow and style, all for the better. I've checked this many times, but don't hesitate to point out a mistake, honestly it would make me feel le spiff.

Also, in the middle of this chapter I had to start over fresh, so eh, yeah. You might be able to notice the change...then again, with the severe edits, I dunno if you would. (Oh, I do know that the bunny hood in OoT does not give you speed boost...)

Uh, my normal text is basic this time. Nothing unusual.

I'm trying something new though. I'll be updating each chapter in sections. Each chapter will be added on whole and complete , but the sections are to break it down into more manageable parts, I hope. Please let me know if you do or do not like this new system. Enjoy the story.

The Legend of Zelda and all subsequent characters are not mine, I do own the plot and a few minor characters that will pop in, don't worry, they don't play huge roles in the plot. (Except the bad guy and his henchman, but I didn't like the canon baddies for this one)

Prologue- Leaving for Somewhere New

A blue light flared in a circle around a small pedestal in a room of an ancient marble temple. The light faded and receeded down into the white stone from which it had formed. A boy stood there. He wore a forest green tunic and a leather belt neatly wrapped around his waist. Grasped in the ten year-old's hand was the navy hilt of a broadsword. The blade of the sword was stuck inside the pedestal.

But this wasn't just any sword; it was the Master Sword, the blade that could slay any evil. It was powered with the feelings of justice, courage and truth that came from its chosen wielder. That was the boy and he was the Hero of Time. He was one who would become famous in the days to come so that even the children he had grown up with would know in their sacred forest.

He stepped off the pedestal that the sword was recently jammed into, one with black markings on it in the shape of three triangles at the corners of a much larger one. His leather boots touched the floor. He stared at the blade with a deep sense of regret. Suddenly the fairy near him glanced down at him, a motion covered by the strong blue glow she emitted.

"Hey! I was only told to help you while you saved Hyrule. Later, Link!" Link closed his eyes as the female fairy left him. A trail of glowing yellow powder fell in her wake as she ascended to the window that cast light onto the sword.

Link sighed and reached a hand out for the sword, touched the blade and made up his mind. Without the fairy he couldn't fit back in his small village. That didn't even matter, because he wasn't Kokiri now that the magic of the forest had left his body. He would grow up and be shunned in a small case of years. That was the assumption he had run under since he had found out he was Hylian. He would never fit in Hyrule. He had never spoken to anyone. Besides, he would attract too much unwanted attention. No, he was going to leave. It would be too problematic to stay.

With that thought in mind he turned away from his sword- no that wasn't right, it wasn't his sword anymore. He turned from the Master Sword and walked out of the room and walked through the door, taking his time going down the steps as he left what had made him into what he was behind him. A small sound of otherworldly properties resonated near him and he looked at the three whirling gems: the Kokiri Emerald, Goron Ruby, and Zora Sapphire. He nodded to himself and pulled the stones off the pedestal they floated above. It hurt to touch them at first, but then the painful magic surrounding them faded and he shoved all three into pockets that were too small for them. A stone door slammed shut once the stones were removed from the pedestal, sealing off the chamber with the Master Sword.

He appreciated, like always, his magical abilities that allowed him to make the pockets inter-dimensional, so he was allowed to carry more things in his pockets. This weighed him down considerably less in battle. He would give those stones back to the people he had borrowed them from. It was for the best. That way no one could ever get to the Master Sword, or the Triforce that the room led to. He ambled along a rich red carpet to the exit of the building. He stepped onto a raised triangular platform made of white marble. Painted in black on the surface were three smaller triangles that were arranged to form a much larger triangle with a triangle shaped hole in the center. The platform jogged his memory. He looked down, tapped his foot twice on the surface.

He reached into the shirt part of his tunic and pulled out a small wooden instrument, an ocarina. He smiled because it was a gift from a friend, but he'd have to leave without telling her for he could never have said good-bye. He lifted the musical device to his lips and played a haunting melody. Strawberry blonde bangs rested on the wood. Dark purple motes of light surrounded him as he continued the song. Suddenly he was absorbed into the particles the song created and they left through the roof of the Temple of Time.

They came to rest on a similar platform. He glanced behind him; there was an entrance nearby. He closed his eyes, remembering the torment and harrowing experience that had been offered to him behind the walls of the Shadow Temple. He grimaced to himself and turned around. A black iron fence greeted his vision. He quickly hopped over the fence and landed crouched on the ground ten feet below. His joints groaned from the sudden shock of the landing.

He put the thoughts behind him, stood up and walked through a graveyard. Silently, he paid his respects for the dead, glad that there were no ghosts to haunt him here. He moved under a wooden sign that read Kakariko Grave and through the winding valley to the town.

He stared up at the blue sky and pulled a small headband out of his pocket. The fluffy ears adorning the band, similar to those of a rabbit's, flopped onto his small hands. He set it on the green cap that covered his blonde hair, and felt energy and the need to run course through his veins. He stretched his legs and ran.

His steps were light and quick. He ran past a rock wall, the small village that greeted him, down a flight of steps, across a grassy field, by a hotel and up a long flight of stairs that hugged a wall. He turned and ran up a set of stairs that divided two homes that would later become two shops.

He noted the guard, and sprinted past him into the volcanic valley. He bypassed several jumping spider like things and ran past a tunnel, once more remembering the trials he had gone through in Dodongo's cavern. He had helped a race of people, and saved them as well. That made him feel better about what he was about to do, but only marginally. He continued his path and came by a narrow strip of cliff edge that afforded him a view of the town nearby and reminded him of how high up he was. Being more cautious he took his time, barely avoiding a flying brown boulder that threatened to run him over. He slammed back into the cliff face behind him and slid down onto his rear evading the rock.

Getting up he continued down the narrow trail, staying near the cliff wall until it disappeared to his left as the area he could walk on became wider. He walked down a gentle slope to a tunnel that had several multi-colored flags around its entrance. He walked through and was greeted by the sight of a warm cavern beyond. Quietly and stealthily he walked along, another boulder shifting as Link neared it. It uncurled itself into a living creature lazily.

"Hey, Link! Big Brother's looking for you."

Link nodded and ignored the Goron; the last person he wanted to see right now was Darunia. Once he saw the Goron curl back up he sidled carefully along a narrow wooden beam that shifted and bent under his weight. Several others like it held up a small rock platform. Standing upright on the far side of the platform was a gray tablet. It was inlaid with the shape of the Goron Ruby. Link checked and made sure no Goron near him was up and placed it inside. The stone fit perfectly and a small seal formed around it.

Link crept back up the beam and sighed gratefully when he was on solid ground. Despite all he had ever been through he still thought that to be the most harrowing experience of them all; that and seeing Darunia dance.

"Brother, I was wondering when you would come back!"

"Speak of Ganon and he'll come," thought Link as he looked behind him at a Goron that was different. He had a wild look about him and a bracelet around his wrist. Link looked back at the exit and ran as fast as he could away. He heard a curling sound from where Darunia was and knew one thing: he couldn't outrace a Goron, not on his life. He pulled the bunny eared headband out his pocket and placed it on, doubling his speed. It wouldn't be enough to outrace the Goron, but it should be enough to get him where he was going.

As he came to the narrow path he continued to run and jumped with all his might to the cliff face as soon as he could. The rabbit hood augmented his power and he reached twice his height, he grabbed the ledge and scrambled up to safety. Darunia passed by where Link's feet dangled, but noticed and was able to stand and look at Link just in time to see the small child pull out the ocarina again.

Link played another tune. Putting the instrument hastily to his lips he played a short serenade. Blue white motes came and fetched him as he finished the song. Darunia stared in wonder. Did this mean that Link no longer wanted to be his Sworn Brother? The idea made him depressed. He went to lock himself up in his room for a few days.

Link, however, was miles away by that point. A moment after disappearing, he landed on a small island in the middle of a large lake. Underneath him was yet another platform. He looked around and walked to the edge of the island, which abruptly turned into water. Under where he stood was the Water Temple, the most confusing place he had ever been to. He placed the band back into his pocket and readied himself and dove cleanly into the surface.

He surfaced, took a breath and swam across the lake, barely staying afloat due to the shield he wore on his back. However, the shield forced him to swim a sidestroke on his right side. Soon he reached four spires that pinned the corners of a small marble platform under the water. He took a small golden scale from under his belt and placed it under the gold glinting bracelet on his left arm. Taking a deep breath he turned under the water and propelled himself down to the bottom of the lake.

He opened his eyes and saw a small tunnel in the marble. Link pushed himself forwards and tagged a blue panel that blocked the tunnel. The small blockade burst and sent a powerful current that rushed him in seconds to another place altogether. Feeling like his lungs were going to burst a minute later he broke through the surface and coughed, taking deep ragged breaths.