Author's Note

Hey there all of you reader type people. I am very, very proud to introduce to you, Della Notte, a story of hidden treasures and secrets, found in our very own backyard; that's right, Hyrule.

If you are a fan of my other story, Requiem of a Dream, don't get discouraged, that one's not on official hiatus. Midterms were this week, and I've been too busy to get near anything with any type of an internet pulse.

Well, I really hope you enjoy this story. I had to think long and hard about this one. Who knows, you may even see some familiar characters.

I do not own Legend of Zelda, nor any of the songs, unless specified otherwise. I admit that, to properly portray want I want, I will switch around the lyrics. This is the only time I will say this, and if you decide to point it out anyway, I will ignore you.

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You speak to me,
I know this will be temporary.
You ask to leave,
but I can tell you that I've had enough.

I can't take it.
This welcome is gone,
And I've waited long enough
To make it.
And if you're so strong,
You might as well just do it alone.
And I'll watch you go.

Step up to me,
I know that you've got something buried.
I'll set you free.
You set conditions, but I've had enough.

Can't Take It by All American Rejects

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All was quiet in Castle Town, a very average, typical Mid-Autumn's night. Maybe not quite a typical night, but it was indeed quiet. The same quiet that lurks in the corners of the twilight, or that wisps through the fields of wheat in fall, when the harvest in right around the corner.

The moon had turned Her face from Hyrule that night, and in the absence of Her protecting gaze, much could go unpunished. It is a time of great unease, whenever She turns her face from the good people of Hyrule.

But, if you were to think about it, there had to be something that would make Her turn away, wouldn't there?

There would. For you see, as many of the lovely, simple folk did know the Moon personally, the could not think about the things that would occupy her attention. I could. I have stood with the Moon, and watched Her, and held the dreams of Her people.

I watched on, as only I could, when she fell from grace that night, leaving her back turned to Hyrule for what could very well be eternity.

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Hyrule. My little, darling country, on my perfect little blue-green planet, just part of my brother's domain. Oh, how I loved her so, how I yearned to help my people, the people who were forced to cast their wishes to my companions, the stars. Who else in the universe can grant a wish but a star? No one. But my friends cared well for my people, and I could not begrudge them their fate.

I was looking down at her, one night when she was cloaked in night and darkness. But I then heard my brother calling my name.

I turned slightly, only enough to see a minimum of his fiery gaze. "Yes brother?" I replied, trying to look at him from the corner of my eye.

"Face me, my sister. I have not looked upon your face in so long; I fear I will find you shriveled as an old prune."

As would any being, celestial or not, I turned to face my brother. He was older than me by many, many years, but for us, years, decades, centuries mean nothing. Only eons of lonely solitude matter.

"Why…you're quite lovely, my little sister," he said as he laid a warm hand against my cheek. "Indeed; you've become a young woman. Mother would be very proud."

"As would Father be of you, my brother," I murmured into his cupped palm, anxious to return to my people.

"I have a gift for you, my darling sister," his said as he pulled his hand away. "I have spoken with Mother and Father-" I will admit, I gasped right then. One does not speak to our Mother and Father as easily as you do to your own. It is quite hard to find our Parents, let alone speak to them. "And have already discussed this with them. Mother said you are to accept this gift. It is theirs through me, and mine to you..."

Perplexed, I watched as my brother pulled a small object from his pocket, and took my hand in his, palm up. Swiftly, he pressed what felt like a small stone into my hand with all his might, and I felt myself losing consciousness…

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When me and my brethren watched Her fall from beside her brother in the sky, we were outraged, appalled, and disapproving; but most of all, we were worried. She had fallen into Hyrule, her most beloved of countries, but also the most advanced. She would have difficulty adjusting, let alone finding her way back home.

I sighed, catching another wish in my outstretched hand, and reclined against the inky blackness of space. It would be a long year.

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Pain. That was the first thing I was aware of. My right hand burned, like someone had placed and ember of the white hot variety into my skin. But I could not move, I could only bear the pain in silence, wherever I was.

After the pain passed, I was aware of a few different things, a few sensations, if you will.

Hair. I could feel hair brushing against my arms, moving slightly in the wind. I could hear water bubbling over stones and branches, into hidden hollows and the like in the riverbed. I could smell the flowers of the world, the lilies, the roses, and the lavender, and I could taste the sweet scents of noxious night and light starlight.

Then, I could feel my hands and my feet, my legs and my arms, and the joints and muscles that moved them. Before anything, I opened my eyes.

I was looking up, a strange enough sensation for me. For you see, in space, there really is no definite "up". There is only every direction, every possibility. No one can put a name to every possibility in the universe. But, as I was saying, up. I could see the stars, but not my lovely companions, cold pricks of light sewn into a dark cloth. My home…

I did not know how I could be looking up at my home until I considered the possibility I was no longer in space. Then, I could know I was looking at my home.

After that, I had looked around me, taking in the various things I could see, and savoring the wonderful feeling, the sort of relief behind the eyelids of looking at something enjoyable.

I was in a vast field, filled with tall wheat stalks, and dotted with proud oak trees. It was quite lovely, actually. There was a sort of shuu-ing noise that went along with the waving leaves and leaning wheat.

When I stood, I began to walk, slowly, as to not harm my delicate bare feet. I could see strands of black, silk like hair in from of my face, and knew that it would be a bit of a problem. I wasn't that sure where I was walking. I liked the feeling of the wheat brushing against my skin and the fabric of whatever clothing I was wearing. It was soft, and sort of tickled, like the star's laughter. Later, I would learn that it was feathers, the solid incarnation of star laughter, in pure, bright white.

Eventually, I came to a tree, and began to climb up it. There were no inhabitants in this old tree, and I resolved to make it my home. Shortly, I found myself peering out of the golden leaves, at the bright golden mass of light far ahead of me, with a structure jutting from the top. I did not know what it was, but I could see golden-pink creeping, like mistletoe vines over the horizon, and drew back into the leaves.

A few levels down in the tree, I found a hole of sorts in its enormous trunk, more than large enough for me to sleep in. After moving the dry moss and cotton fluffs into a comfortable position, I lie down, and fell quickly asleep.

I would dream, not of my home, my brother, or the strange structure to the west, but of horses, wonderful, galloping mustangs. They would come to my field, and wander through the wheat. They would leave the wheat alone, and would instead eat the grass around the trees. It would be a lovely first dream for me, and I would not soon forget it.

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Author's Note

Please take notice that this is using the set-up of the Wii version of Twilight Princess. Now, I would truly appreciate a review to go along with your reading. Thank you in advance.