Author's note: "Well, here we are again. It's always such a pleasure." Ok, I'm going to stop with that now before I get Portal 2's song stuck in my head...oh, too late. It's a great song: go listen to it (Youtube Portal 2 - 'Want You Gone'). Anyway! Here's my OOT/TP mash-up. You'll find elements of both games in here, so I hope you aren't too confused as we go along...

Just to give you a time reference, this takes place about 197 years after the events of Twilight Princess.

And, since the story is completely written, I will be updating every Monday and Friday.

Enjoy and thanks for reading! ~TwiliRupee

Chapter One
Saria stared up at the clouds as they passed overhead, creating patches of white and blue. She sighed. She was lying on top of her house in the Kokiri Forest, one hand supporting her head, the other holding her Fairy Ocarina. Her fairy rested beside her on the roof. Recently, cloud gazing had become a favorite past time of Saria's. There was nothing to do but this and stroll through the Lost Woods to the Forest Temple where she would sit and remember the old days when evil reigned and hope was scarce...a time when she, the Sage of Forest, was called upon to lend aid to the Hero and vanquish the tyrant..

But those old days had been a long time ago.

She sighed again and gripped the Ocarina tighter, as once again a pang of longing filled her. Closing her eyes, she listened to the sounds of the forest around her. The wind in the leaves and the birds chirping and fluttering in the sky. There were a few playful shouts from several of the Kokiri playing in the water by the little shop on the other side of the small village. The day crickets chirped loudly in the grass. All of the sounds mixed together, forming a symphony she never grew tired of.

"Saria?"

Saria opened her eyes. She looked over to the right and saw Mido and his fairy watching her.

"Hey, Mido," Saria said simply, returning her gaze to the sky. She squinted at a new cloud forming. It almost looked like a Triforce.

"Are...are you ok?" Mido asked.

"Why?"

"You seem sad."

"It's not new for me to be sad." She glanced at the other Kokiri again and sat up. "Come join me."

Mido nodded and sat down next to her. Saria glanced up at the sky again. The Triforce-shaped cloud was becoming more and more recognizable.

"Are you sure you're ok?" Mido asked. Saria looked at him again. Concern filled his blue eyes.

"Not really."

"Do...you want to talk about it?" Mido seemed surprised himself for asking this question. "I mean...if it's something you can talk about. If it's something for a sage's knowledge only..." He trailed off.

"It's nothing to do with my duty as a sage," Saria answered. She sighed. Being members of a long-living race, Saria and Mido had learned to confide in each other and the other Kokiri to help with personal dilemmas and other things. Before the evil times, Saria found that Mido was a great person to talk to. Despite his slightly snooty attitude, he was a great confidant and was full of advice. Yet she hadn't talked to him like this in a long time.

"I...don't know how to say it..." Saria said. "But I'll tell you a story."

Mido nodded and Saria began.

"There once was a great Hero, noble of birth, yet a humble child of the forest. Though considered he a Kokiri by all when he was young, he was Hylian...and therefore mortal. His life was filled with triumph aided by Courage. He rid the world of the darkest evil, and came to watch over Hyrule as king. But, like all mortals, he was not to remain on this land forever..."

Saria stopped as her throat began to ache with oncoming tears. Mido watched her. She took a deep breath and turned her face way from Mido. She would not let him see her cry.

"You miss him, don't you?" Mido asked after a few moments.

Saria nodded with a sob. "I mean, I know it's been years and years since he's been gone, but...I just can't get over it." She gave a weary sigh. "Not even any other of my fellow sages live on this earth like I do. They remain as spirits in their temples scattered through Old Hyrule. I live on. It's the curse of immortality."

Mido remained silent. Saria wiped a tear from her face and looked down at her Ocarina.

"I can't relate to your situation very well," Mido said suddenly. "I was never close to him...and I never went and made friends with anyone on the outside. Not like you."

"Why were you so mean to him when he was here? When he thought of himself as a Kokiri."

Now it was Mido's turn to be silent. "I was jealous, I guess. I mean, The Great Deku Tree took him in and treated him as if he had been here as long as we had. I remember that day so well, that day he and his mother came...his mother dying. But he seemed to get a lot of the attention from the Great Deku Tree, and from you. But when I found out his destiny, I understood why. The Great Deku Tree wanted him to be strong and to have encouragement to face his future, and you...well, you are a sage, and heroes are always close to those who assist them in saving the world."

"But we didn't know yet...not then."

"Still." Mido sighed and laid back, looking up at the sky. Saria looked down at her Ocarina once more. She placed the instrument to her lips and began to play. But it wasn't the song she normally played: the happy song that had once made her fellow sage dance. It was a song as old as time itself.

She faltered on a note, more tears streaming down her face. A sob filled her and she stopped playing all together. Putting her face in her hands, she began to cry. Mido sat up, concerned for his friend. Gently, he placed a hand on her back. Saria leaned into him, trying to take comfort. Mido, surprised by this gesture, wrapped his arms around her.

And the Sage of Forest cried on, one name being muttered over and over again...

...Link.

It took Saria half an hour before she calmed down. And when she did, she went off into the Lost Woods, needing to be alone...only with the accompaniment of her fairy, who followed her silently. As she reached the Forest Temple, she looked around. The stump she had once used for a seat was so old now that it could fall apart at any moment. So instead, she sat in the middle of a large, hexagonal, stone platform. The platform not only had the Triforce etched into it, but also the symbol of the Forest.

Her thoughts once again turned to the olden days. How wonderful it would be if something new and exciting happened, some grand adventure to pluck up the spirits? Not that she wanted Hyrule do be endangered and on the brink of destruction, but when one lives forever, a little spice in life would make enduring it so much easier.