Disclaimer: I do not own Legend of Zelda. I will not make money off of this. Please don't sue me.

A.N.: I'm not sure about this... The overall concept is a little overdone, I know, but bear with me. I have lots of ideas for this. And please, critique, critique, critique! And also forgive me for casting myself as the main character. I couldn't resist. :D

This Stupid, Pointless Little Life

Elizabeth stared at the computer screen, willing something to happen. Emma get online... she thought dully. Chelle get online...Person update fanfic, Michelle Lancester or whatever your name is. I'm horrid with names. Why does this person's name have to be so huge? They're my favorite fanfic author so far and I can't even remember who the heck they are.

Hmm. Heck. Hell. Heckle. Heckleberry. Heckleberry Finn. I remember I named that creek in "Mythical" Huckleberry Creek. For a moment, she turned over the word "Heckle" in the back of her throat. Yawning, she checked the religion and faith message board for the fifteen billionth time in the vain hope that someone had posted something of interest. Nope, nothing. She sighed. Oh well. Pretty much what I expected, anyway. For lack of anything better to do, she turned to to sift through the various Zelda fanfics out there. WindWaker cast finds mainland. Sounds interesting, but no. I want OoT. I definitely do not want WindWaker. God I hated that game. Elizabeth continued to scroll, wishing that her favorite fanfictions would get updated. People write too slow. I want to know what happens!

Finding nothing of interest, Elizabeth clicked the "Back" button on the browser a couple of times in order to get back to her favorite stories and check them for updates. This layout sucks. I have to go through all these sideways steps just to get to the Zelda listings and then back to my favorites.

No updates. Elizabeth sighed and closed out AOL. No point in wasting her online time. Probably a good thing I have that timer, she reflected. Otherwise I'd spend all day online. Stretching, she began to stand—and stopped, looking at the screen. Something was going wrong in the system, but not in a way she recognized. The screen was going green and gray, organized in fuzzy, slanted stripes that moved across the screen. A spark of panic ignited in Elizabeth's heart. What did I do to it? Do I have a virus? "Dad?" she said quietly, voice shaking a little. She did not want to be the one responsible for crashing the computer! Then she remembered: He went back into work.

But before she could get to the phone, something showed up on the computer, golden and glowing. Elizabeth's eyes went wide. The Triforce? she wondered. Why the Triforce? What's going on here? Slowly she sank back into her seat, mesmerized by this phenomenon. The Triforce faded, to be replaced by something else: a crystal, outlined in dark green with all edges visible. Then this too left the screen, but instead of another image, a screen full of odd symbols replaced it. The letters flipped over one after the other, in a wave and suddenly Elizabeth saw the words in English. Her brow creased in an unconscious frown as she read: By these signs you will know—

But that's as far as she got before the screen blanked out suddenly. Elizabeth wiggled the mouse cautiously. Nothing happened. She wiggled it again. I can't hear the computer... she thought worriedly, panic flaring again. She looked over next to the monitor to see if it had gotten unplugged. The green light was on... Suddenly the monitor turned on. Her background wavered for a moment, then settled into place with an audible click. Elizabeth stared for a moment at the familiar picture of the white – grey, she corrected herself – Arabian stallion, with numerous icons lined up on the left. Shakily, she logged off of her account, and jumped as the farewell music came on. Without waiting to see the blue Windows XP screen, she stood up, nearly knocking over her chair in the process, and fled to her room.

Once there she closed the door, not bothering to touch the light switch and sank to the floor with her back against it, trembling with fear. Heart pounding in her ears, she listened for any sounds in the house, afraid that something may have followed her. For a while she just sat there, trying to slow her pulse and breathing rate, but as nothing attempted to break down the door (and as her boredom steadily grew), she stood, and flicked on the light. Carefully she stepped over the clutter and debris covering the wooden floor, picking her way towards her bed.

Near the mirror on her sister's dresser, she paused and looked over. Her appearance was about what she expected it to be: her short, wavy brown hair, once in a cute layered cut but now rather shaggy from a few months of growth, was rather limp and lackluster, since she hadn't brushed it today. Short streaks of shadow – they were always streaks for her, not circles – started near the inner corners of her eyes and shot out, as if put there by a painter with a short stroke of his paintbrush for each. She was wearing her shadow-purple shirt, so today her eyes appeared blue-green-gray with a light brown ring around the pupil.

Not for the first time, Elizabeth wondered what color her eyes really were. They had caused a bit of confusion when she got her sheriff's ID, for she wasn't sure quite how to describe them. I think I settled for "hazel" in the end, didn't I? Her thick eyebrows were in slight disarray. She smoothed them, doing her best to make them neat. Elizabeth rather liked her eyebrows; they added character to her face. Above the eyebrows was a somewhat rectangular forehead, and the sides of her face stretched down for a bit until turning in to connect to the round elipse that was her jaw. She noted with dismay the faint "mustache" along her upper lip. I'm a bearded lady, she thought bitterly, remembering the comments from various people on this unflattering facial feature. Despair manifested in a lump at the back of her throat and a faint, spread-out twinge in her chest and gut. Biting her bottom lip, she looked away, gazing instead at the clothing and various other articles littering her floor.

I'm also stupid. It was a computer problem, Elizabeth, she scolded herself. Monsters don't attack because your computer messes up.

But why the Triforce? retorted the more gullible part of her. And what was that message that showed up? I wish I could have read it all... Elizabeth shook her head. It was all too complicated for her. Spotting a book on the ground, she picked it up and swung up to her bunk by way of the side, ignoring the ladder on the end. This was faster, and more fun anyway. Arranging her bedclothes to her liking, Elizabeth opened the book to the first page. She wasn't really in the mood for this one, but anything would do to take her mind off reality and the unpleasant "gut-twinges", as she called them, it gave her. Anyway, it wouldn't take too long to get into the mood for it.

When she was confident that she was too tired to think before going to sleep, Elizabeth swung down, turned on her CD, and turned off the light, then swung back up onto her bed. If she had her way, she wouldn't have to take care of all that, and the light would automatically turn off when she fell asleep. Oh, and her book wouldn't get its pages and cover bent from having her face fall onto it. But she didn't have her way, so she had to face reality for a few moments before her head hit the pillow and she fell asleep.