Author's Note

Hi. I'm Hylian Renegade, and you've stumbled upon my first story here on FanFiction.

If you're an older fan, you'll realize that this is not the original first chapter. Because, yes, that's right, I finally re-typed it. Now I just need to keep kicking out new chapters while fixing the old. Yes, I know this version is just slightly longer than the original. Yes, I know the mom isn't really in here anymore. You'll take what I give you and like it, my poppets. And don't laugh at my song choice, I think it was good!

If you're new, let me welcome you. This has been one of my works for a long time, a story that is dear to my heart. If you find yourself dreaming of being whisked away to Hyrule, then this is the story for you. I'm not going to spoil anything for you, so I'll stop now.

Enjoy, please. I'm doing my best now.

I've got my memories…

Always inside of me…

But I can't go back, back to how it was.

I believe you now, I've come too far, no I can't go back, back to how it was.

Created for a place I've never known, this is home.

Now I'm finally where I belong, where I belong, yeah, this is home.

I've been searching for a place of my own, now I've found it, maybe this is home.

This is Home, by Switchfoot.

Confidently, I walked down the hallways on Findlay High School, letting my body lean from side to side, not hiding my standing from the people around me. I was the girlfriend of the infamous Derrick Bane, one of the most notorious boys in the school, and loving every second of it.

Sixteen going on twenty-one, I was number one. On top of everything, untouchable, loved simply because of my status.

I went to the parties, I got the nice clothes, I got everything, and I got to watch everyone else be so, so jealous.

Almost as if on queue, Derrick appeared, and slid his arm around my waist. There was a possessiveness in his eyes that gave him away, and flicked my hair away from my neck to just barely expose the hickey he'd given me. It was for his eyes only, but seeing as my position could be fleeting indeed, I was going to have as much fun with it as possible.

The bell for third period rang just then, and as he leaned in to kiss me, I skipped daintily away, avoiding his advance with a flirty wink.

Chemistry was nothing to me. I spent the entire time texting the girls in my new status circle, the girlfriends of the other popular boys. All talk about parties, booze, and make-up. Oh, and of course, who had what and how bad. Who to avoid. Who to pick up on the side, all sorts of juicy tidbits.

Just before the end of class, I got a text from my friend, Helen.

Cece, what's with you? You're acting like a Barbie skank.

I rather resented that. But truthfully, I was. I had avoided Helen, my best friend, and Damien, my pseudo brother, for nearly two weeks now.

I know. I can't really make this up to you, can I?

I slid my phone into my purse, which sat on my lap, and looked down to see another new message.

OMG, Mr. Krebs is SOOO hawt. I wonder if he'd do me…

I promptly deleted Stacey's text. A moment later I had another message, from Helen.

I wouldn't say that. Eat lunch with us today, and you can consider yourself redeemed.

I texted back in the affirmative, even though I knew it would be difficult. Ever since I'd started letting Derrick take the lead in the relationship, he tried to control me. I pushed back, of course, but he didn't always respond well to that. That's where some of the more concealed…hickeys came from.

After Chemistry, I turned in the homework I hadn't in class, even though it had been done. Mr. Adkins, the teacher, took it and asked me what I thought of the reading assignment. Even though a lot of people didn't know it, I was quite smart. I just really didn't like to show off. Even if it meant not turning in work with the rest of the class. Instead of taking the main exit door, I skirted into the adjoining Biology class, startling some Sophomores in the process.

Without Derrick, I hurried to lunch, and slid into the lunch line.

When I ate with Derrick, I just ate a salad. Well, okay, two pieces of lettuce and a chunk of chicken. Mostly because the other girls frowned upon eating in front of guys, and were vicious. If the term, glaring daggers were literal, I'd be full of holes.

When I ate with Helen and Damien, however, I got lots of food. I'm a hungry girl. My tray had two Bosco Sticks(1) on it, a serving of fries, a Dr. Pepper and three brownies, one for each of us.

I paid for my food, and scampered over to the corner where the three of us always ate. True to form, Helen and Damian were there, looking a little wary and slightly mistrusting. When they saw me, however, the perked right up.

"Okay, so I brought piece offerings," I said as I sat down, sliding a packaged brownie to each of them. I then began to dig in, eating a full meal at lunch for this first time in a month.

"Cecelia, if he doesn't let you eat-" Damien started.

I cut him off with a raised hand. "'S not him. It's those Barbie skanks. They're absolutely horrible. They're all so hungry 'cause they're anorexic or bulimic that they hate any other girl who eats in front of them."

Before they could I ask, I continued, "Yes, they have eating disorders, no bid surprise. Stacey Griffith is the bulimic, you can tell from her hair, and Mary Andrews and Ella Svan are the anorexics," I said, waving a Bosco Stick in victory. It seemed all was right in the world of High School.

Just that. It seemed that everything was okay. In hindsight, things suddenly got better when Derrick stormed over to our table, all in a huff.

"Cease, come here," he demanded, standing about ten feet away from the table, and pointing to his feet like he was talking to a dog.

"If you have something to say to me, come here and say it," I said blandly before biting into my brownie.

"Fine," he said as he stormed up, looking like a pissy two-year-old. "I can't believe you left me outside your class. I told you to wait for me! You didn't even listen to me!"

"Well, I had plans, didn't you listen to me? I told you this morning I was eating with Helen and Damien."

Derrick balked, and then seemed to puff up.

"I can find a guy who will do absolutely anything I tell her to, right now. You're replaceable, right now, I can do it," Derrick threatened.

"Do it, I dare you," I said with uninterested venom.

I couldn't believe it. He actually did it. He dumped me, right there, in the middle of the cafeteria, and then picked up a new girl, just like that.

Helen was totally right… I didn't need a guy like that.

I shut the door to my room quietly, so I wouldn't wake my mom up. She had to work nights, and needed all the sleep she could get during the day.

All my homework for the weekend was done, so I booted up my Gamecube to play a bit of Twilight Princess. It was my current favorite game. As the haunting wolf howl sounded on my tv, I relaxed quite a bit.

I began playing, roaming around Hyrule as I usually did. I'd just beaten the Lakebed temple for the third time, and was stalling before going back to the Arbiter's Grounds. That place, along with the ReDeads, scared the bajeebus out of me.

Before I knew it, it was nearly eleven at night. I could waste time doing nothing in that game.

As I slid into bed for the night, I saw a star, gleaming high and bright in the sky.

"Oh, starlight, star bright, first star I see tonight, I wish I might, I have the wish I wish for tonight!" Just after saying those words, I squeezed my eyes shut, and thought, with all my might. I may as well could have screamed it out the window, but it wouldn't make a difference.

I wish to be in Hyrule. I wish to be in Hyrule. I wish too be in Hyrule!

I fell asleep not long after, and had strange dreams. Stranger than usual, by far.

I dreamt of strange things. Bodies of shadow outlined by fire, beastial bodies that made me afraid and strong all at once. A girl, standing high on a cliff, a girl who was more fish than human, with pale blue skin and bright yellow eyes. She smiled mysteriously, then leapt off the cliff she stood on. I saw horses galloping across fields that were familiar, yet I was sure I'd never seen them before.

Then I saw two faces, one after another, flashed in rapid succession.

Fair skin, blonde hair, blue eyes, and an open face. Tan skin, black hair and dark eyes, and a dangerously forsaken and lonely face.

Then there was me. Just me, in nothingness, floating… No, lying down. I was laying down, on a sort of soft surface. It was hard, but it moved whenever I did. It was dark where I was, but slowly, that was turning to light. The nothingness glowed brighter and brighter, until I couldn't stand it.

I woke up. I hadn't meant to, but it was so bright… I guess my dream just woke me up. It's happened before.

There were birds chirping; them robins outside my bedroom window, and the sunlight was pouring through the dappled green patterned curtains I had hung up.

I rolled over onto my stomach, and my hand fell into something cold, wet, and rather deep.

Since when was there a pond in my bedroom?!

(1)Bosco Sticks- Mozzarella filled breadsticks, covered with butter, garlic and salt. Not Mozzarella sticks. They look more like Olive Garden breadsticks.

Author's Note

I hope it's better this time. Please, if you haven't already read my story, take the time to read the rest of it. You won't be disappointed.