[Now I'm new to this and this is my very first attempt at fan-fiction so if this melts your eyes I apologize beforehand. The main character of this story will by a an OC who has no major connection to the events of the ocarina of time. He will be a no body for many of the early chapters so please bear with me. My goal is to have romance between: him, Navi and Ashei from Twilight princess. There will be time travel, but I still have to work all that stuff out, without further ado, lets get this train wreck started!]

(Disclaimer- I own no rights to The Legend Of Zelda, its characters, plots, or back story. Please don't sue me, I'm ramen noodles poor!)

Chapter 1: Bleached Death

Left...Right...Left...Right...

A lone figure marched through an endless terrain of brown, a bleached brown one would experience in a dry merciless heat. The figure wasn't making much of an impact in the vast distance they had to travel, yet steadily they shuffled on never looking in any direction other than down.

Leave

A quite echo of the past, a memory of pain slowly revolved in this traveler's mind as they continued their trek across the burning sands of the desert.

And never return...exile...

The figure stopped, and fell to his knees, small knees of only 13 seasonal cycles. A mere boy in a desert of hot merciless death, death and nothing more, no life, no music, no love, only death for as far as the eye could see. The small boy screamed in anguish, a noise of sorrow, misfortune and utter disbelief.

Him exiled? How could this be happening to him? Why him of all people? Had the world...no, the universe abandoned him?

He reached inside his cloak, a hooded cloak of a faded orange almost cream, and retrieved a matching canteen battered and scratched with signs of more years in existence then this mere boy. Both items were the only things on him, no food for his empty belly or balm for his dried and cracked lips.

With a pull of the stopper the boy brought the canteen to his lips, greedily looking for...nothing. With frustration he tossed the container away from him, slowly jerking into pain filled sobs as he wasted more of his slowly diminishing hydration on the sands below him.

He had to stop, he needed to stop. With a shaking hand he smeared his tears off his face and slowly stood. "I'm going to die if I keep this up." His voice quivered with the last of his sorrow and tears as he slowly stood upon the two young and wobbly extensions of his body. He knew in his mind that his odds of survival were dim if non-existent altogether but he stood anyway.

The boy wiped his wet sand encrusted hands on his cloak, adjusted his disheveled cloak after his break down and slowly peered around him, looking for the discarded empty container he had tossed away in his moment of weakness. "There.." he sighed with a hiccup as he slowly trudged over to the canteen half buried in a dune a few paces away. The boy scooped it up in his hands and re-tied it to the waistline of his trousers as he began his trek once more. "I need to get out of this heat or find water before I pass out" he declared to the emptiness around him. For the moment a plan, even one as simple as this, kept him from thinking about the situation he was currently in.

Thinking of anything but the present would kill him sure as the heat would bleach his bones after death, he needed to focus and he needed to move faster. "If I had just learned how to pull the water from the air..." he chuckled to himself "or learned to trans-mutate sand to food." He scoffed once more and continued his pacing, never going faster then his fatigued shuffle. "Of course if I had any real useful talent I wouldn't be here waiting till the sun or the sand got me" the boy finished with a sigh, examining his current location and noticing he was still stuck in the middle of know where.

With the heat of the sun blurring the horizon of his vision the boy still had no clue where he was headed, that was, until he noticed something, a speck of some sort to the left of where he currently was looking. With difficulty he twisted his neck till he could focus solely on the speck, and with the first spark of hope since his departure, began to shuffle towards the speck with a pace that was slightly quicker and lighter then it had been in hours.

The sun was beginning to set by the time the boy had finally arrived at his destination, a deviation from the current sand, sand, and more sand theme he had experienced for most of the day. His reward for his effort? A rock, the size of a cottage stood before him. Alright more like a boulder but who was going to argue with him anyway? The sand? He paused and glared down at the offending substance he was currently standing on. "Don't you dare say anything, a rock , is a boulder , is a continent" he growled. He was about to point out how sand was just tiny rocks when he stopped and berated his stupidity. You've lost it, sand does not talk. With another sigh he turned his attention back to the boulder, he was calling it a boulder now, and began to march around its edges, looking for..."what am I looking for?" he questioned with a pause in his trip around the super tiny infant sized continent.

Shade was the first thing too come to mind, but then looking at the sun, he realized that wouldn't last very long. Shelter, that was a more important need at the moment, he was more than aware that as the sun dropped so would the temperature. A lesson taught to all students of the oasis academy...No! Not now, now is not the time, right now I need to focus! With a grunt of frustration the boy continued his march around the boulder, looking for any sort of crevice, crack or cave he could use to get away from the soon to be deadly cold. He was aware the nights were safer for traveling in the desert but with the time of his departure and the thin useless covering he was given, he knew the night's chill plus his lack of energy would mark his doom.

Hopelessness was slowly kicking in as he rounded the final curve in the rock to find his tracks in the sand from the beginning of his trip. "No, no no no no, no!" He was starting to panic, that couldn't have been all of it could it? He had just started only a minute ago, this must be some kind of a joke, why would a random pebble, admittedly the size of a house, be just sitting in the middle of this hellish waste with nothing connected to it? He quickly spun around before completing his circuit and rushed back around, quickly scrutinizing every inch of the offending piece of mineral. In a blink of an eye he arrived yet again at his starting point, finally completing his circle of tracks slightly away from his starting point. He slowly backed up to the rock and looked to the sky, watching as the sun slowly completed its march across the sky and dipped behind the horizon, blanketing the sky in twilight. With one last shudder the boy fell back to brace himself against the rock in anguish...only to continue falling with slabs of sand rock as companions into a darkness that quickly consumed his vision and consciousness.

Coldness was the first feeling that permeated the boys mind as his consciousness finally came too. Cold chills racked his body and shivers began to control his muscles as he tried to sit up. A decision he regretted as a massive headache pounded his skull and body back into the floor. With ginger pokes he examined his head looking for any physical connections to the splitting pain in his mind, with in seconds he found his answer. Dried blood and a bump the size of his fist greeted his fingers along with another spasm of pain. Slowly he rolled on his back and rested his sore head on the new cold surface he had yet to examine.

"Where am I?" After a moment of letting his question echo around him he learned two things. Firstly, he was surrounded by some sort of cave or corridor that allowed his voice to bounce around, secondly, he was still an idiot for expecting an answer after the day he'd been having.

He slowly struggled to his feet and with his right hand started to reach out for a wall he knew had to be there. After moments of flailing around blindly he managed to brush his fingers against something, with a shuffle his palm was now against what he could only assume was rock.

Slowly he followed the wall with his palm as he took ginger steps slowly growing used to using his muscles again after his lapse of being awake. Suddenly his left toe slammed into a rock and he stopped while sucking in a breath to help with the sting, his mind forgot about the pain after he noticed something very odd. The rock or what ever he stubbed his toe on hadn't made any sounds of bouncing to a stop. With the amount of pain he was feeling he knew it should have made some noise... with a sigh he prepared his body. "I need to see and I need to see now...please, don't let me fail even this simple thing...ignae!" With a sputter, a small storm of sparks slowly became a small flame that rested on the boys left index finger.

He brought the finger down and pointed at the floor, and with a gasp he realized that what he thought was a floor ended a toes length from where he stood. Under his feet was dull gray stone but after that was just, "nothing...i almost just walked off into another fall." A fall he was sure would have killed him if the lack of sound from stubbing his toe had anything to say about it. He slowly stepped away from the edge and spun around using his pathetic excuse for light as a guide. He no longer looked for walls but rather ground, if the chasm that had almost swallowed him whole was a sign, walls were the least of his concern. Stepping with as much security and balance as he could muster the boy slowly made his way through the cave system he currently found himself trapped in.

He found another wall to follow and entered what he assumed was a branching off tunnel of the room he fell into, hoping he'd be luckily enough to find an exit in this maze of darkness. Each step became shakier as the chill of the underground slowly seeped into his bones. "Curse my weakness...curse my luck, and curse this pathetic excuse for light!" Out of the frying pan and into the cave system, how bad could his luck honestly be? He was about to break down again when his mind started to play tricks on him. His pathetic excuse for a flame had gone from illuminating a few inches of the tunnel he was traveling to at least a few feet a head of him. Wait, no, he looked behind him, the tunnel behind him was no where as illuminated as in front.

He looked down at his left index and with a growl demanded an explanation. That's when he noticed the warmth, it was slight and hardly noticeable but his chest was slightly warmer then his back, a feat of observation considering his cloak and undershirt was still on. "A wonder considering how poor my luck has been." With eagerness the boy sped up, slowly warming as his tired body finally felt something other than a harsh extreme in temperature. As he moved the tunnel slowly began to brighten and before he knew it, the boy found himself in another chamber, one that took his breath away and snuffed out the fire hovering over his finger.

In front of him floated the most beautiful crystal he had even laid eyes on. Granted he had only seen a few magical crystals used in the arcane components of his previous home, but this was something else. With awe the boy slowly stepped towards the floating mineral, noticing that it was floating above a small pool of water. Water that refracted the pulsating rainbow light all over the ceiling in gentle motions as the water its self moved with out any physical stimuli observable by the boy who was still in shock.

"...WATER!" it had finally connected in the boys mind, water, the thing he had been wishing for was suddenly in front of him. Without a seconds thought the boy stumbled up to the pool and quickly dipped his hand in to scoop up the magical life saving liquid he had been thinking about all day.

In the blink of an eye the liquid was already rushing down his throat and in no time at all he was coughing it back up onto the floor. He had moved to fast, he realized and his body couldn't handle the sudden change as quickly as he had hoped. None of this stopped him though, he didn't even think twice about the slight acid like after taste it left in his mouth, he was thirsty and he was going to fix that. With determination and the help of the brain he suddenly remembered he had, he untied his canteen from his pants and went about filling it up.

The second attempt at hydration went far better with him only having to thump his chest to get the water to go down while fighting small coughs from the speed he still used for this glorious moment. Before he knew it the canteen was empty and he went to fill it again, this time fighting the urge to jump in completely since his canteen was taking to long to fill just to spite his thirst.

As it finally filled and the boy was filling himself with something he never imagined he would be so desperate for, something caught his attention. The crystal, had it gotten brighter? And the room, it was slightly warmer than before. With interest the boy slowly stepped into the water, ignoring the fact his dirty feet was ruining his clean source of water, and made his way to the crystal, each step warming him more even though the water oddly enough was still as cold as it had been at the edge of the pool. His fatigue faded with each step, until he finally reached the crystal and realized he was hotter than when he had been baking in the desert. He told himself to step back, to turn around and rest by the pools edge but his hands had other plans. As if time slowed to a crawl the boy watched with fear as the hands he no longer controlled slowly touch opposite facets of the crystal.

The crystal floated in his grasp as it continued its hover at his chest's height, and he released his breath. A tiny crack echoed in the chamber, then another. With wide eyes the boy realized the crystal was cracking down the middle, he urged himself to step away, to run but his body continued to ignore his pleas. With fear rushing down his spine the boy watched in horror as the final length of the crack completed and split the crystal into...then it exploded.

With a roar of pure energy the crystal exploded into fragments and embedded itself in his body. The crystal displaced plenty of his blood, meat and bone, leaving him to watched in horror as time sped back up and reality along with gravity threw him out of the pool and back too the chamber's entrance. The scream of released energy was soon replaced by screams of suffering as the boy looked down at the bloody mess that used to be his hands. He tried to pull his hands to his chest to try and stop some of the bleeding but the pain that racked his body was too much for him.

His vision of the chamber's floor was slowly fading in and out. "Is this the end?" yet another question no one would answer for him as he slowly faded into what he felt could only be the embrace of death.

[I'm horrible to this kid I know, and for those who noticed, I haven't named him yet. His name will become important later on in the story but right now he's as important as any other soldier of Hyrule. Which is funny now that I think about it but important none the less. Input is welcome! Until Chapter 2! ]