NOTE: I write this fan fiction assuming that you have knowledge of the events of Ocarina of Time and Majora's Mask. Please do not tell me that some people might not know what happens in these games. If you do not know what happens in said games, and do not want to know until you have experienced them yourself, please do not continue reading. This fan fiction does contain spoilers. Link also does not speak a legible word throughout the fiction. Please note that anything that may seem like a thought of Link's is the equivalent to a text screen when Link finds an item. I also want to note that my somewhat bland title name is because the title I made for it for other sites is a spoiler and would give away the main offender right away. In short, please read and enjoy. I put much time and thought into character development and plot resolving.

Chapter 1: Hero Rising

Link trudged through the blankets of snow that engulfed Hyrule Field. The swirling white clouds of ice and wind seared him. His sword felt heavy on his back, and he was horribly frostbitten in the thin walls of his traveling cloak. Link contemplated exactly how unfair the circumstance of his arrival were... He questioned why the Ocarina snug in his tunic didn't have something to turn the weather off. The hero considered stopping to find some sort of shelter; there's no way he could get to or even locate Hyrule Castle in this mass of frost. Unfortunately, chance does not favor the destined.
Link's vision exploded into a plethora of interesting colors and shapes mixed in the bleak whiteness of his surroundings; he'd been his over the head with a heavy, blunt object. It was impossible to react properly as the offender had knocked Link off balance, making him hit a snowbank hard. He heard very incoherent noises similar to speech, but it was hard to determine if they were human; the ringing in his ears and the merciless wind were beating against his senses. Assuming the worst, Link stayed still, breathing laboriously. His head was lower than his torso, causing things to fumble in his tunic uncomfortably. It felt like something dislodged from the garment and landed on his face. His breathing was heavy, but would the attackers notice? From his journey he had discovered anything that was not two inches from you could not be defined clearly with the naked eye. His traveling cloak had been knocked off, so he was struggling with all his might to stay still in the biting cold. He was very close to shivering violently. Before he decided to get up, and attack what was causing him so much grief, he heard the voices a bit more clearly.
"What did we hit?", he heard. Link strained his ears with all his might to try to locate the direction of the source of said speech. The wind was preventing him from that task, however, and Link decided that the Goddesses were playing with him.

. . .

Link had come far to this land. He was exhausted. In his childhood days, he had come to be known as a hero. A hero worthy of praise, as he had saved an entire world; the parallel existence of his reality known as Termina. Link was sure it was a different world. He couldn't return to his land through any means. But now he had escaped the universe that praised him almost more than the one he was currently in. His frustration was mounting the moment he had stepped into the frozen wasteland that was Hyrule Field, after his nth time of trying to return through what he had entered through. Link was standing at the usual attempted place, and was staring with something close to fury at the place he had entered. It had been seven years, and he was wondering if he should just quit trying. Termina had been good to him. They had clothed him, given him free food and drink whenever he wanted it, and they questioned him not when he went to the place of his arrival. He did hint several times at every one of his dining tables that each time he left, he may never return. As such, they never developed a close relationship with Link, though most certainly wanted to.

The hero decided to go back to the place he had come from, which was supposedly connected to the Lost Woods. But Link wasn't sure about that back then. Link was in this place, this cursed place, this one-way entrance to the world that was doomed from the start. A place Link had to face fear and trials time and time again, purely to save the ones he cared about. Link was sitting cross-legged, staring at the patch of ground where he had so suddenly appeared from that corridor that haunted his dreams. He was wondering if the Goddesses had wanted it. Thinking reflectively, though, it seemed trouble did not find Link... Link, in reality, found trouble. Just not purposely.

He got up, and stretched. Link wanted to get this over with. He'd brought a traveling cloak in case it was chilly in Hyrule; he could never figure out Terminan seasons. He wondered how Zelda and the Kokiri were doing. Had they been worried? Link was also a coveted hero in Hyrule. He knew he should be missed, if the Terminans hailed Link so much. Link sighed at the thought, and lied down on the cold, wet grass. He knew he wasn't going home. The cloak in his arms would never be worn, he would never see Zelda again, and the rest of the Kokiri would never welcome him the same again. He was frustrated with this life in Termina. Everyone looked the same as the people of Hyrule... They were very different, though. Kafei was Link's closest thing to a friend. He knew what it's like to be shoved out of your natural state. Kafei also knew he might never see Link again. But Link was probably going to quit sometime in his life and prove him wrong. Link's negative thinking had triggered a thought. What if he'd be happier if he was in Termina? What if he'd stay out of trouble, and have a good, happy life?

And he promptly landed on his face in the snow.

! ! !

Link was not cold. No. He had passed that point. He was bone-chilled. He was nearing the point in which he would be completely frostbitten. He had to get his limbs moving, or he'd be a block of ice. The voices had been speaking for almost ten minutes. He had not yet identified their names, and he probably knew them; the problem was that he had been gone for several years. He thought about the situation. If it was a familiar person, they'd likely recognize him; he was wearing a fresh tunic in the same design as his old tunic, which was preserved in Termina, on display in the clock tower. He missed the familiar Kokiri tunic feel, though, and was starting to wish he had his old tunic. The white leggings were very thin, too, so his legs weren't protected. Link had to get up, and indeed, he intended to, but should he draw his sword or ask for a hand? This was very difficult. The snow was masking any humanity in the sounds.
He could make some out, still.
"No. We shoul -- o that. If that -- we -- and the -- would "
"May-- and the -- be so "
"Yes, but that -- because -- ?"

Link was getting furious. He inhaled sharply, pausing in pain when the cold air stung his nose and lungs, and jumped, yelling as he drew his sword. The scene in front of him was burned into his mind, somewhat in blind confusion.

It was Malon and Talon having a pleasant dinner in the back of the milk wagon.

With a wild, reckless abandon of anything he considered even slightly noble, Link leapt into the wagon and shoved one of the steaks into his mouth, rolled over, and lost consciousness. Before totally losing it, though, he felt lifted, like weight was removed from his... face?
If he had stayed awake a bit longer, though, he would have heard a familiar voice. "... I told you I saw something green."

-Chapter end-