1: The Boy In Green


Zelda watched from the window as the dark man from her dreams entered the throne room of her father. He was tall and lean, with a long nose and dark skin. His eyes were a piercing yellow that made her skin crawl as he strode up to the throne before kneeling to her father. It was all a farce in her eyes. She knew this man was bad news. Her dreams told her as much.

Being a Princess of Hyrule meant many things. She was a Healer by heart, able to use magic in ways that most could no longer do, as well as a wielder of Light magic used to combat Darkness. One other gift she had per her bloodline was the gift of foresight. Every now and again, if it was dire, a dream would come to her with a warning of something horrible about to happen.

Now she was watching her latest dream unfold right in front of her.

"Where's the boy in green?" She wondered softly just as Ganondorf looked at her, prompting the child to duck under the bushes. Nayru's Love, he saw me! She though frantically.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the room that had the girl peeking up once more. Ganondorf had turned toward the doors which were flung open. Zelda stood stunned at the presence now standing at the door. Their was the boy in green. A sword and shield were at his back, and in his left hand was the glowing green stone she had seen him carrying...but the dream was of him presenting it to herself...so why...?

Inside the throne room, King Daphnes Nohanson Hyrule rose from his seat at the boy's entrance. The boy's face was as hard as stone and his eyes cold as ice. He recognized the stone in his hand immediately as the Kokiri's Emerald, or Farore's Spirit Stone.

"Nedro uud tukodi dinora kia nun ir nuyak tauta." The boy shouted in Ancient Hylian, which shocked all present, even the spying Princess, for it was a grievous accusation for one so young to make, "Nu iezkon tave heir iv tave desert kia ziur teisybe brought sh\'jatau jis!"

The King, stunned at the proclaimation, looked from the strange boy to the King of the Desert. The boy had just claimed a grudge against Ganondorf without so much as batting an eye!

"Boy, who are you to claim such a grievance?!" One of the guards roared, his pike pointed toward the boy, "You are in the presence of the King of Hyrule, and King of the Gerudo!"

Ganondorf scoffed, and drew the sword at his side, "This boy dares to claim I have wronged him in the ancient tongue?" He said, a thin smile forming on his face, "I hope you know that this means your end, child?"

Daphnes glared at the man, "Stay your hand, Ganondorf!" He roared, turning back to the child, "My child, do you realize that speaking such words in the ancient language is as much a death sentence as it is rare? If you have something against the Gerudo King, then you should have brought to me before making such a claim!"

The boy held the jewel in his hand up high, the grew glow lighting the room brighter than the sun. "This isn't a claim, it's the truth!" He said, "The Spirit Stone of Farore is the heart of my people, given to the Great Deku Tree for protect, and he sent the monster, Gohma, to murder him!"

Ganondorf, though he didn't show it, was fuming inside. 'How did he know?' He wondered as the child stepped forward, ignoring the guards.

The Hyrule king looked at this fellow monarch, "Is that true, Ganondorf?"

Ganondorf chuckled, "The misleading speech of a child too big for his britches," the man said, leveling his blade at the boy, "But the boy has issued a challenge against me, therefore, by the ancient laws, we must duel."

"He's but a child!" The guard that had pointed his spear at him before yelled out, "There's no honor to be gained from besting a boy!"

"Honor has little to do with the law," Ganondorf pointed out, "Even my people know of the ancient ways, and to ignore them would bring ill tidings both parties."

The boy narrowed his eyes, "Tu isar nenx zenoti kam vik\'dyt kash." He spat out, much to Ganondorf's ire as he placed the stone inside his tunic, and taking both sword and shield from his back.

The dark-skinned King glared at the boy as he took his blade in both hands, "Before I skin you alive, boy, just what name shall I carve on your tombstone?"

"My name is Link," the boy said, "And you won't be skinning anyone."

Ganondorf sped forward, his sword raised high, thinking to cleave the boy where he stood. But the boy feinted to the left, and rolled behind him, his small blade scraping against the plated metal guarding the man's left leg. Link had just drawn first blood, even if no skin had been touched. Ganondorf was furious. No mere boy would get the better of him and live!

"King Dragmire!" Daphnes roared angrily, "Stop this at once!"

The two combatants did not stop. Ganondorf whipped around with an overhand strike, the blade sailing over the smaller boy as he ducked, and swung the blade back at him in a horizontal slash meant to kill. Link jumped into the air above the King, his blade digging into the man's right shoulder pauldron. He kicked himself free and flipped back to the ground.

Ganondorf kicked out, his heel smashing into the wood shield the boy carried, splintering the wood, and sending the boy rolling from the force of the blow. Link roled back to this feet, his sword at the ready. He lunged forward, his sword held out in front of him. The movement was so quick that Ganondorf barely had time to parry the blow.

He then used his free hand to smack the child aside, sending him crashing to the ground. Blood trickled from the corner of Link's mouth as he rose back to his feet, only to have the black blade of the Desert King pointed at his throat. "Good riddance!" He growled, preparing the gut the boy, only for the blade of the Hyrule King to interfere.

"That is quite enough!" The man snarled, his arm shaking as the two blades clashed, "Law or not, I will not stand idly by while you butcher this boy!"

Ganondorf glanced at the man, "He has invoked the old laws, Daphnes," he said, looking down at the boy with venom in his eyes, "If he didn't know what he was doing, then how did he know what to say?"

"And why would he do such a thing if he was lying?" Daphnes snapped as the two blades parted, both being sheathed, all except for Link's blade, still held tightly in his hands. The old king turned to the boy, "Son, the Spirit Stone of Farore, as you said, is the heart of the Kokiri. Their language is deep rooted in magic that allows no lies to pass through their lips. If what you say is the truth, say it to me in Farore's tongue."

Link's eyes hardened. At the window, Zelda was holding her breath from the short battle. The boy was amazing! Then, in a clear, almost lyrical voice, he spoke, "Ch'ah tisut ch'at vasu'as." A light sheen of blue surrounded the boy as he spoke as if he were casting a spell.

Ganondorf growled as Daphnes turned to him. "You came here to talk of peace," the kind sneered, "Yet you send a monster to attack an ancient spirit in my lands." He waved his hand to signal the guards, "Our talks are over, Dragmire," he said as his men surrounded him, "you are forever banished from Hyrule. I cannot deny your people the need to produce children to keep your tribe alive, so the warriors of Gerudo may come and go as they please, but Hylia help the poor woman that spies for you, because she will know no mercy."

"That will be your last mistake," the man growled and stormed out of the throne room.

The Kind watched him go for a moment and turned his attention back to the child. Link stood before him, suddenly humbled and shy, "My boy, I believe you've done my people a great service allowing me to turn that man away from my kingdom." He told the boy, "To come here under false pretenses of peace is bad enough, but I fear he may have been after something greater still."

Link nodded, "The Great Deku Tree said he was after the Triforce," the boy said, shocking the man as he held up his right hand, briefly showing the Triforce of Courage on the back of his hand. "Farore blessed me with Courage before I came here, and I was at least able to fend him off."

"And fend him off you did," the king smiled, "My daughter told me of a dream she had recently. A boy of your age would appear before the courts with the Spirit Stone of Courage, clad in green. It seems I should listen to her more often."

At the window, Zelda felt her chest swell with pride, smiling at her father's words. Impa appeared at her shoulder then, startling her as the woman held a finger to her lips.

"What are your plans now, Young Link?" The king asked, "Will you go back to the forest?"

Link shook his head, "I'll return the Stone to my people, so that a new Deku Tree can grow, but that'll be the last time I go back," he said sadly, "I'm actually Hylian. I was raised by the Kokiri at the request of the Great Deku Tree."

The King nodded, "I owe you a great deal, young man. The least I can do is offer you a place here in Castle Town, and training as one of my Knights."

Link looked up at the King, a smile, shy smile coming to his face, "I think I'd like that."

Still listening outside the window, Zelda smiled in delight. "Did you hear that, Impa?" She asked the Sheikah woman, "He's going to stay!"

Impa chuckled, smiling at her charge, "My, my, how much you care for this boy already, my little one." She said, much to the young Princess's embarrassment. Impa looked through the window as one of the Knights lead Link from the throne room. "Still, it was an impressive bout for one so young. The child has had some training."

Zelda nodded as she watched him go, "I suppose he must have dealt with that monster Ganondorf sent to kill the Great Deku Tree," she said thoughtfully, "But he's so young. And you once told me that some of the Gohma species grow to enormous sizes."

"That they do, little one," Impa nodded, her arms crossed, "If he fought and destroyed one, he must be quite strong for his size and age. Gohma can be quite troublesome, even for seasoned Knights."

"I want to meet him," Zelda said, turning to her guardian with twinkling eyes, her hands clasped together in plea, " Please, Impa? He's the boy from my dreams; I must meet him!"

Impa chuckled once more and gently lead the girl back through the gardens, "Boy from your dreams, or boy of your dreams?" She asked jokingly as the girl blushed, "And I believe you'll meet him soon than you think. If the King intends to make him into one our Knights, then he'll most likely put him under Sir Rusl, and he is your father's most trusted Knight."

Zelda nodded, "He's very kind, too." She said, remembering her interactions with the Knight Commander, "But doesn't he already have to two other boys he's teaching?"

"One more won't matter," the Sheikah assured her, "What impresses me most is the fact that he was so fluent in the ancient tongue." She said, thinking back as she had watched from afar, "Though I suppose I shouldn't be so surprised, as he was raised in the Lost Woods by the Kokiri."

=x=

Ganondorf entered his room angrily and tossed off his cloak, "Blast that boy!" He growled as he sat at his desk, filled with charts and maps. Above that desk was also a larger map of the land marked with a red string web centered around the drawing of the completed Triforce. Marked on the map was a golden pin that was placed withing the Castle Town area on the fabled Temple of Time. "If only he'd been killed by that foolish beast I sent!"

"Did we not warn you?"

"That the boy would be trouble?"

Ganondorf groaned in annoyance as the two voices reached his ears. As he turned, sure enough, the twin witches that had raised and instructed him in magic were sitting on the window sill.

"What do you two old hags want?" He sneered at the two witches, "And I do not want to hear anymore of your damned prophecies!"

The two witches cackled, "Our prophecy has already begun to make an appearance to you," Koume said, her flames flickering behind her lips.

"Did the boy from the forest not come to put a stop to you finding out more of the Triforce?" Kotake asked, her breath coming out in frozen puffs, "And did the king of Hyrule not intervene when you were about to strike the boy down?"

Ganondorf scoffed, "The boy means nothing to me, hags," he snapped rising, "If you fear him so much, then why not send something more powerful after him than that idiotic Gohma? That Dodongo you sent to the Gorons of Death Mountain should be mature enough to start feeding on them, so why not use it?"

Kotake frowned, "It's not yet ready to emerge from the volcano, yet." She said, "But this boy will pose a greater problem then we expected."

"Yes," Koume said, nodding, "He was easily able to keep up with you in that short dual, even though he didn't injure you, he did manage a fine hit that would have caused trouble for you had it not been for your armor."

"Given enough time and proper training, the boy could become a formidable opponent." Kotake said, "Given that he slew the Gohma we sent to the forest, it's likely that he'll readily go after the other monsters we've bred."

Ganondorf frowned, "The boy is talented, I'll give him that," he relented, "I will have to become stronger myself if the boy is not slain during my planning period." He said, then smirked, "Still, if the prophecy holds true, then this boy may be the key to gathering all of the Spirit Stones together to open the doors of the Sacred Realm. Then I shall have what I want."

"We would advise caution, Lord Ganondorf," Koume said, "The boy may indeed prove useful, but a sword normally has two edges."

"Grasp it too tightly, and it will cut you," Kotake said, "Once you have what you desire, do not hesitate to strike the boy down, or else he may yet be a thorn in our sides, more so when he is properly trained."

Again the Gerudo King scoffed as he strode for the door of his room, "You don't need to worry about that," he said, looking down at the scratch in his armor left by the young warrior, "That boy has made an enemy not of one man, but and entire tribe! I'll see him burn, one way, or another."

=x=

Rusl strode down the halls flanked by two Knights on either side of him. "And you said the boy was able to hold his own for a few moments against a fully trained Gerudo, the King no less?" He asked.

"It's true," said the man on his right, "I was there, Rusl, the boy was incredible!"

"Aye, that he was," said the larger man on his left, "Like a little whirlwind he was, until his shield got ruined. If it hadn't been for the King, the kid would have been done for."

Rusl nodded, "Still, it is impressive that he lasted that long against a full grown man, Gerudo or not, the boy should be dead." He said, stopping by the barracks where his two Pages, and the boy had been assigned. Opening the door, he found both Pipit and Groose sound asleep. Pipit was a lankly lad, with manners and a habit of being a clean person, even at the tender age of eleven. Groose was his polar opposite. While Pipit slept under the covers quietly, Groose was flopping around on his bed, snoring loudly.

Rusl searched the room for his third apprentice, but found the bed untouched. Instead, the boy had found a corner of the room to bed down in, his back to the wall, and one eye partially open. All he used as a pillow was a rolled up spare blanket. The Knight Commander was shocked, to say the least. The boy, no older than Pipit, and so much smaller than the twelve year old Groose, was acting like a battle hardened veteran.

As he entered the room silently, the man noticed that the boy slept clutching his blade hidden partially under the rolled up blanket, ready to strike should he feel threatened. "So young," Rusl found himself whispering as the children slept. "Yet he seems so old at the same time."

Backing out of the room, Rusl quietly closed the door, frowning. "That boy has seen far too much battle," he said to his Knights. "That's no child I've been given to train, that's a warrior."

"Why doesn't he use the bed?" The large man asked of his commander, "Surely it would better than the floor?"

Rusl shook his head, "It's too soft for him," he sighed, "It probably feels like he's going to sink straight to the floor." He sighed and ran his hand through his graying hair, "You don't get like that unless you've spent a long time sleeping on the ground. He's been through more than we know, and probably more than we'll ever want to know."

Rusl sighed again as he moved on, "In the morning, I want his mattress replaced with something a little more worn. We need to get him used to sleeping on normal beds little by little." He said, "I may be training him to wield a sword properly, but I won't have him grow up to be a wild animal."

"It'll be done," they said at once.

With that, Rusl retired for the evening, left to wonder just how long the boy, Link, had been fighting. And just what he had been fighting.


Translations:

Link:1 My People and I have been wronged. 2: I seek the Heir of the desert to see justice brought upon him! 3: You have no honor. 4: I speak the truth.

Bonus: Link was speaking two different fictional Languages. His first three were from one Language, while his forth was from a second Language. The bonus point is for the Races both languages belong to.

Hint: May the Force be with you.

A new story that's been nagging at the back of my mind for a while. This Story is set in Ocarina of Time, after Link is sent back in time. He hasn't left for Termina, yet, but he will, and he won't come back the same as he once was. He'll be a lot worse. Now, this story will feature Twilight Characters as well as Skyward Sword characters. None from Breath of the Wild, but that looks to be an awesome, awesome game. Now I'd like so see what you all think of this new little adventure, so don't hesitate to let me know what you think. Just no Trolls, please, I get enough of those :p

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