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Here's the story, enjoy!

Prologue

The human shaped figure slipped between the shadows, untraceable in the dark. He had recently remembered a few things about his past lives, and wanted to check up on old friends and enemies. After all, he remembered everything that had happened to him before and he wanted to check to see if they did too.

How did he know they were the reincarnations of his old friends and enemies? Smell. He could smell ten times better then he remembered from all the times in the past. He knew instinctively that something had changed, but at this time was not sure what had happened. Suspicions, that's all.

He was currently scaling the walls of his oldest "friend's" castle: Zelda. It wasn't all that hard for him, and he knew he had done it many times before, but not like this. He was literally climbing up the rock walls that made up the outside of the fortress.

Finally, after five minutes of constant speed climbing so as not to get caught, he made it to the window he knew was hers. Her scent floated down to him in the slight breeze that was blowing that night. Looking in, he could see that she was not there, but no matter. Better this way, in fact. He could sniff around for anyone else he knew and…

Wait! That scent…Ganondorf's? What was his scent doing in the Princess's room? He would find out, he vowed, but for now he was more interested in finding her and snooping. Why wait in her room when he could simply search her entire castle for…well, desirables?

He listened for footsteps-soldiers', Zelda's, anyone's- and heard none. His hearing had always been great, but this time's more so. He looked back at her room for a second and caught sight of himself in the full-length mirror that Zelda had on the wall. His eye's irises' color was crimson and his hair was raven black. He wore a red and black tunic with black as the main color and red as the trim. He wore a hat that seemed to eat most of his long hair, making it look short. He wore thick fingerless gloves called the silver gauntlets because of their magical properties. One of which was the ability to pickup things many times heavier than he would otherwise, and the other to block out a certain type of magic-located on the back of his left hand-from being seen by others.

Although it was just the left hand he wanted to hide, he was smart enough to realize people would become suspicious if he wore it only on that hand. He wanted NO ONE to find out about what was on his left hand.

He had on the mantle of the Master Sword, set behind his left shoulder-he was left handed- and a shield on top of that. Sometimes, he felt like a turtle when he wore it, but it was a traditional Hylian shield and was what he had worn every time he had been incarnated. In the bag at his hip, he held many other weapons such as: the Hero Bow, a quiver of arrows, bombs, Bombchu-little, mouse like bombs that moved in a straight line from when they were set down-, Rupees (Hyrule's-the country Zelda ruled- currency), Iron Boots-they were a heavy heirloom from his family line-, and the Pegasus Boots (boots that let him walk on air for a few seconds at the cost of traction).

Around his neck, he had a precious amulet that had been a gift from one of his ancestor's acquaintances, but he wasn't sure who it had come from. Only that for generations his family had been protecting it and that misfortune had befallen them because of it. He didn't even know how to use it, for it was a magical artifact that had been sealed before his previous life had gotten it. His last incarnation had been the one to receive it and that had been over one thousand years ago. Some of his suspicions had come from that amulet but, of course, he had no proof so his family insisted he keep it as the reincarnation.

A sound roused him from his thoughts and he realized he had been staring at his reflection for twenty minutes or so. Feeling foolish and quite angry at himself, he melded with the shadows as a woman came into the room. She was pretty; he mused, and wore the circlet of Princess on her head. She also had the long blond hair that was associated with her as well as the large blue eyes, the long dress, and the enormous Light Energy that surrounded her.

This must be Princess Zelda, he thought, for he could not distinguish her scent from that of the room. Had she been anyone else, he would have smelt it's intrusion into the heady scent of roses and magic. That's what she smelled to him, roses and magic. No one else had this scent, that he had ever smelled anyway.

Her sudden intake of breath shook him from his daydreams and alerted him to another visitor on the windowpane of one of the many windows to the room. This man had short red hair and sharp eyes. He wore all black with emerald trims and had a large gem on his forehead. This gem was symbolic of all of the desert dwellers whose race was called the Gerudo where he was the undisputed king simply because he was the only male. The rest were Amazon-like females who kept to themselves in the desert and locked up intruders who had not earned their respect. One of the shadow's past lives had earned it and the certificate of membership had been past down to him as well. But, back to the man now leaning lightly against the same window the shadow had just scaled a few minutes ago. He had a slight cruel slash to his mouth, but the shadow could tell that he had become much kinder in the years after the shadow's ancestors had fought him. For this was the man who belonged to the scent from earlier: Ganondorf. Once the Evil King and still the King of the Gerudo, he was feared by most. Apparently, Zelda was not and definitely not the shadow.

After she had recognized him, Zelda relaxed and actually smiled. Shocked, the shadow almost fell but managed to keep from being spotted by either. The only other person he knew her to smile at was him when they had been kids over a thousand years ago!

"I was wondering when you would come tonight," the princess said as she stepped closer to Ganondorf.

"I come every night, my love," Ganondorf smiled as he pulled her gently into his arms.

An almost evil-maniacal laugher came from the shadows where the figure was, sending chills up both royals' spines. "~Surely the goddesses jest! Since when has Ganon and Zelda been in love?~" the figure asked as he kept himself cloaked in shadows while he walked out to greet them.

"Who are you?" Ganondorf demanded as he pushed Zelda behind him and drawing his sword.

"~An old friend. Who do you believe you are? Star-crossed lovers? HA! This is all very amusing and all, but I have a hard time believing it.~" the figure snickered.

"I am King of the Gerudo and Princess Zelda's fiancé! What right do you have to know who we are, but not for us to know you?" Ganondorf demanded, indignant.

"~I believe I already told you who I was. An old friend, and that's all you need know for now,~" the figure answered, longing to be away from these two. "~Now then, if you'll excuse me, I have other business to attend to. I had only come here to check on Zelda, but it seems like things are worse than I had thought. Fare well.~"

Pulling the shadows around him tighter, he stepped through the wall past Ganondorf before he even knew what had happened and floated towards the ground. By the time Ganondorf and Zelda looked out the window, he had vanished.

A/N: I have decided to make "~this~" the symbol for when Dark Link talks. The font I had before was kicked off so... Yeah. Anyway, hope you enjoyed this beginning part.