Hello! This is my first fanfiction and I'm so excited!
Normally, I prefer to read/write Zelda fanfictions in their normal eras
but I've recently read a few modern ones that inspired me.

There's still going to be action and some temple visits because I, myself, would
be devastated if I completely removed that part of the stories so no worries!
I plan to have one update weekly but bear with me as I'm in college and it
takes a lot out of me! Honestly, I'm exhausted even now so we'll see how it goes!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything Legend of Zelda related (other than my own video
games but you get the idea).

Everything was dark. But it was cold. When I breathed out I could vaguely see a puff of cold air swirl up before my eyes before it dissipated and then all was unseeable once more. A shiver ran through my body but this time it wasn't from a cold. To my left, a shadow moved so I whirled around to get a good look and my voice caught in my throat. The figure before me was nearly as dark as the rest of my surroundings, their face hidden from me. It was the glint of silver in their hand that caught my eye.. as well as the thick shade of red smeared across the sharp point of the blade. My eyes immediately looked down to the red heap lying in front of the knife wielding stranger. Suddenly, the silver blade flashed then disappeared, as did the man before me. Everything was black once again but for the figure lying bloody on the floor. The lifeless face of my mother staring back at me.

Sucking in a large breath, I sat upright, my body trembling with fear as sweat rolled down the side of my face. I breathed in deeply, trying to catch my breath as I ran my hand through my hair. It was just a dream, I tried telling myself, though I knew it was only partially the truth. I'd been having similar dreams nearly every night for as long as I could remember but no matter how many times I'd had them... it was something I'd never be used to. I shook my head to rid of the thoughts and tossed the covers off of myself, standing from my bed. My heart was still pounding but I tried to ignore it as I left my room to the washroom down the hall. Closing the door behind me, I turned the faucet on and splashed cool water on my face, the feeling instantly calming me down a bit. I gripped the counter and looked up into the mirror. My golden locks fell upon my forehead messily, a few strands sticking up in the back but for the moment this didn't bother me. My cheeks were slightly red from the panic of the dream but it was returning to its normal colour gradually. My blue eyes were staring back at me and I scowled. They were the same eyes that stared at me in my dreams and though they were my mother's eyes, I still hated seeing them.

"Tsk." I turned my attention back towards the running water to wet my fingers down, using the water to correct a few strands of my hair, only looking back in the mirror to fix my hair and push my bangs to the side. Avoiding the gaze of my own eyes, I turned and headed back to my room to get dressed for school. I stripped out of my previously worn boxers from the night before and slipped on a new pair before pulling on a pair of black jeans that loosely hugged my legs as well as a deep green sweater with a matching green beanie hat that slouched slightly in the back of my head. I never pulled it all the way forward, preferring to pull it half-way onto my head so the sides of my hair and bangs hung freely. It wasn't exactly the correct way to wear it but I thought it looked better so I didn't really care what anyone else thought. Besides, if what Sheik always told me was true, girls seemed to like it (not that it really mattered to me) so it couldn't be that bad. I pulled on a pair of black shoes last then left my room and headed downstairs into the kitchen where my dad was already waiting for me with breakfast ready.

I sat at the table, careful not to look my dad in the eyes as I could see the faintest show of concern upon his face as he set a plate down in front of me. Great. This morning's dream must have been a particularly vocal one. Pushing that thought aside, I looked down at my breakfast, pancakes, bacon, and eggs, and picked up my fork to begin eating quickly so I wouldn't be late for school. And to get out of this awkward morning situation. After washing my dishes and leaving them to dry on the dish rack, I though I was free but just as I went to pick up my bag and car keys...

"Lincoln..."

I sighed heavily, turning toward my dad as I slung my bag over my shoulder. "Yeah, dad?"

"Have a good day at school-"

"Alright, dad." I turned back around and walked toward the door, stopping when my dad spoke again.

"Oh, and, Link." He paused for a moment as I heard his footsteps coming closer to me. "You forgot lunch money." He smiled slightly, amused at my thoughtlessness and handed me twenty rupees which I accepted gratefully. Mumbling a thank you and hearing him tell me to drive careful, I left out the door and hopped into my car, sliding the keys in the ignition as I threw my book bag onto the passenger's seat. I put the car in gear and backed out of the driveway, sighing heavily as I began driving to Castle Town High. At least it was Friday.

Okay so short first chapter but don't worry because I just wanted to
get into the groove of things. I normally write super long chapters so be excited for that!
I hope you all like it so far, there's not much to it but as for Link's "secret"...
it's not much of a secret to us, now is it haha but it's a secret to other characters!
Rate and review if you'd like, I'm not a huge hound for reviews but they are appreciated3