Hi everyone!

So, I began to write this story a while ago, but it was just so... terrible XD So I've decided to re-write it. It's not really anything like the first attempt (Which I'll leave up for a while, if you want to read it, feel free, but it's terrible!) but the general idea is there.

So please! Give it a read and please leave a review with any criticisms you may have!

Thanks!

Chapter One

Link let out a cry as Ganondorf struck him, sending him flying. He hit the wall with a loud thump, finally coming to rest in a pile on the floor.

"Foolish mortal!" Ganondorf cackled "As if you could defeat me!"

Link struggled to climb to his feet, the pain in his limbs sending him sprawling again. He was breathing heavily, his vision blurred from the amount of blood he had lost.

"Now, I'm going to make sure you will never, and I repeat NEVER interfere with my plans again." Ganondorf laughed, and Link was suddenly aware of the twin witches Koume and Kotake behind the green-skinned beast chanting. Ganondorf laughed again.

"I bid you farewell, stupid mortal. Let you rest assured that I will pride myself in doing the same as I have done to you to your precious princess, and then to the whole world!"

Link tried to again to stand up, but it was useless. The twin witches came to the end of their spell, a great pressure pushing in on Link from the outside at the same time as pushing out from the inside. Link opened his mouth to scream, and was plunged into darkness.

Link felt like he was floating through a vat of tar. Everywhere he looked was black, darkness. When he tried to move, he felt restrained. He could not breathe, though it did not seem he needed to.

"Hero of Time…"

A voice echoed through the darkness. Link looked around, trying to identify the source of the voice.

"Who are you?" He asked, surprising himself at the ability to talk.

"Soon…" The voice echoed again. Link blinked.

"Pardon?" He asked. The last thing he could remember was being defeated by Ganondorf...

"Soon… you will be tested."

"Tested?" Link though about it. There had been a spell put on him...

"Yes. It will be a test of not only courage, but wisdom and power as well."

"Why?" Zelda. He was going to hurt Zelda.

"The evil lord Ganondorf... He had a spell put on you to transport you to another world... You will need to fight to return to this world before he destroys tit, and everyone you know and love..."

Panic filled him, and he found that his arms could move.

"I died!" He exclaimed, memories flooding back. "Ganondorf, he KILLED me! I should dead! Why am I not dead?"

"There are many things you have yet to accomplish in this world, mortal. Your time to leave… It has not yet come."

"Zelda!" He gasped "I have to get back! Zelda needs me! The world needs me-"

"Calm, Hero of Time." The voice soothed "The things you need to accomplish are not all in the world you know. Some are in this dimension, a world known as 'Earth'."

"Earth?"

"Yes. Here on Earth, you will be met with great pain and sorrow, but also a friendship that will transcend the dimensions that keep you apart. There will be a trial set for you."

"A trial?"

"Yes. And when this trial comes to an end, you must make your choice. The world will depend on it."

The voice started to fade.

"W-wait!" Link called, "Tell me what I have to do!"

"Time is up... It's time to awaken, Link..."

Aoife Fitzgerald put her book down, and sighed. She stretched, popping the muscles in her back before rolling her shoulders and looking at the clock. She groaned; It was now well past seven o'clock. She had been sat in the library at Roseview College since four, and now she was longing to go home.

Letting out an aggravated sigh, she stood up and grabbed her bag, shoving her writing pad and pencil case to the bottom of it. She put the book she had been reading back on the shelf, waved goodbye to the librarian and left.

She shuffled across the car park in the near-pitch black night to her car; a new-to-her Volkswagen fourth-gen Golf in silver. It was a cold night, so Aoife puffed on her hands to warm them. She fumbled with her car keys before she was able to unlock her car, but when she did she greeted the smell of her bubble-gum air fresheners with a sigh.

Tossing her bag into the passenger seat, she quickly checked her hair in the rear-view mirror. That morning, she had thrown up her almost-waist length auburn hair into a bun, but now it looked more like a mess, and not in the fashionable way. She fought with it for a few moments, but then just decided to leave it alone, deciding it was too dark for anyone to see it anyway.

Turning the car engine on, she threw it into reverse and pulled out of the parking space with ease before driving out of the car park and heading towards home.

Link opened his eyes, and groaned. His whole body hurt. It was as if he had fallen through time into a tree, and then hit every single branch on the way down before landing on a rock.

He looked around, and paused. He blinked.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Where in the Goddess's name was he?

Oh yeah, that was right. He had been resurrected and then tossed onto this place named 'Earth' to fulfil a trial so he could get home.

Link's brow furrowed. Home? Where was home? And why did he need to get back? There was a niggling feeling settling in his mind, telling him it was important; telling him to find a way home now. But not knowing where home was, he could not act on his conscious.

He glanced around again, taking in where he was. It was dark, but he could see that he was in a large field. Along two edges stood a tall, green fence which Link deemed to be climbable. The edge to his left had a much shorter metal fence running along it, and behind him stood a hedge. On the other side of the field in front of him stood strange contraptions, which looked a little like the things he had played on when he was a small child. But he could not quite recall them.

There were bright lights illuminating a stretch of concrete beyond the fence in front of him, and every so often a strange carriage without a horse would glide up or down it. Beyond that stood some rather strange looking houses, all too similar, and red! So very red!

A huge carriage without horses stopped just outside the park, and a pair of girls climbed out of it, giggling. Link blushed for them; their skirts showed off an un-Goddessly amount of leg, and their tops would make even the most brash Gerudo blush. They laughed loudly, and spoke in strange accents that seemed to replace 'S' sounds with a 'Z'. They weren't speaking Hylian, but he could understand what they were talking about. Though he wasn't quite sure he understood the lingo they were using. The only thing he had ever got off from was a horse, but then how else would you dismount?

Deciding that maybe he would be able to find an Inn if he followed the girls, he hauled himself shakily to his feet, and started off to his left towards the gate that would let him out.

Singing loudly, Aoife sped down the main A-road towards home, overtaking a slow car. She knew she was driving too fast, but she was too busy thinking about the delicious pasta she had waiting for her in the fridge when she got home.

She passed the rugby club that belonged to her tiny village, and slowed down. A feeling of unease washed over Aoife. A bus passed her on the other side of the road, but then the steady stream of traffic stopped. She peered around curiously.

Suddenly, she felt her car hit something, and letting out a little scream she slammed on the breaks. Her car came to a stop, and Aoife looked in her rear-view mirror, trying to see what she had hit.

Every inch of her conscious told her to keep driving, and not get out the car, but there was tiny bit in her who said: "What if it's a helpless little animal? Are you really going to leave it here to die?"

Cursing her love of animals, Aoife undid her seatbelt, and opened the door to her car. Walking around her car, she used her phone light to scan the road to see what she had hit. Was it a bunny rabbit? A fox? A badger? A... Person?!

Aoife let out a little scream and jumped back. On the side of the road, a small gash on his forehead, lay a man with blonde hair and strange clothes. His eyes were closed, and he wasn't moving.

Definitely not a helpless little animal. Helpless, maybe, but 100% not a little animal.

"OhMyGosh what have I done I've killed a man He's dead I'm going to get put away for ever I'm only eighteen I'm too young for this OhMyGosh!"

Link groaned, hearing the voice of a woman piercing into his skull and swimming throughout his brains. She was talking loud and fast, her pitch high and clearly full of worry. He let one of his eyes open slightly.

In front of him stood a girl, who actually didn't look that old. She had bright red hair, tied up in a bun. A strange contraption in her hand was shining a light on her face, and he could see that her eyes were a bright green, like the trees of The Lost Woods. She was wearing strange clothes, but these covered her up better than the girls he had seen before.

He groaned again in pain, and this time it must've been audible because the girl stopped fretting and turned to him. She quickly dropped to her knees by his side.

"Oh my Gosh, I am so sorry! I didn't even see you! Are you okay?"

The girl spoke so fast, Link only barely got the gist of what she was saying. Sitting up, he touched a hand to his forehead, wincing. When he studied his fingers, he wasn't surprised to see blood. The girl, on the other hand, was clearly freaked out.

"Blood!" She squeaked. Link started to say that it was okay, and he had had worse, but before he could get the words out the girl was by his side and trying to lift him.

"Come on!" She insisted "Let me get you back to my place and all patched up. It's the least I can do. I did run you over with my car, after all."

Link started to protest, but then stopped. He was curious as to how these horse-less carriages worked.

Aoife opened the passenger side door, and threw her bag onto the back seat. She helped Link into the passenger seat, and then closed the door behind him. She quickly walked round, and got into the driver's side.

"Buckle up!" Aoife said, putting her seatbelt on and then looking at Link weirdly when he did not. Link looked back at her, and then realized what he was supposed to do. He reached behind him, and pulled the strange strip of fabric around him, clicking a long metal bit into a strange box that sat at the side of the chair. Sitting back, he watched as Aoife turned a key on the side of a large round thing.

The carriage started to rumble, and Link let out a gasp. Aoife laughed.

"It's okay. The car won't hurt you!"

Link felt a bit stupid, but still could not settle. He watched as Aoife moved a stick between their chairs and pressed these little peddles at her feet whilst turning the giant wheel and sometimes flicking these little sticks that protruded from the sides of the wheel. It looked a lot of work to him.

In no time at all, Aoife had stopped the horse-less carriage she had called a car. She got out, and grabbed her bag from the back. Link looked at the door, trying to figure out how to open it. Before he could work it out, Aoife had opened it for him from the outside.

"Come on, slowpoke. I need to get you fixed up before you bleed all over my nice new car!"

"Sorry." Link muttered as he struggled to undo his seatbelt, and then climbed out the car. Aoife took him by his hand, and all but dragged him into a large building.

As they entered, and old woman appeared at a door by a set of stairs.

"Good evening, Mrs. Astley!" Aoife greeted. Mrs. Astley glared at her.

"Another man, Miss Fitzgerald?" She shook her head "Please try not to be too noisy tonight. I am a very light sleeper, you know."

"I'll try, Mrs. Astley!" Aoife laughed, not missing a beat. Link understood what the old woman meant and blushed, but before he could explain Aoife had dragged him past her and up the stairs.

"I'm just glad she didn't mention your interesting choice in style and the fact that you're bleeding everywhere." Aoife said as an afterthought when they had reached the top of the stairs and walked down the corridor "Now that would have been interesting to explain."

'Interesting choice in style?' Link thought, 'I don't have an interesting choice in style. They have an interesting choice in style'

"Here we are!" Aoife chirped, stopping outside a door with a rusted number 5 on it. She pulled out a set of keys from her pocket, and opened the door. She ushered Link in, and let the door swing shut behind her.

"Welcome to my home!" Aoife said, turning on the light "It's not much, but it's something. Anyway, sit down, I'll find the first-aid kit."

Link looked around. The room was quite spacious, with a large soft bench made of fabric in the middle of the room, a smaller table in front of it, and a strange box with a glass screen pushing up against the wall in front of that. There was another table pushed into one of the corners with a plant on it, and another smaller box with a glass screen, this time with a strange bit sticking out the bottom.

He sat down on the fabric-covered bench, slightly surprised when he sunk into it. It was very comfortable. He continued to look around the room, noting a set of shelves with photos on, and a large framed photo of the sea on the wall to his right. There were four doors leading off the main room, and Link wondered where they went.

The girl, Aoife, came back through one of the doors, and Link decided this lead to the kitchen area. She was carrying a plate in one hand, and a green box in the other.

"Here." She said, handing him the plate. "It's pasta. You must be hungry."

"Thank you." Link said, and started to eat. Aoife put the green box on the table in front of him, and opened it. She went through it, pulling out random bottles and strips of this shiny paper. She got up and walked to another one of the doors, and Link could see it was a bathroom. She went in, and then came back with a few fluffy bits of cotton in her hand.

Link finished eating the pasta, and Aoife started to work on the cut on his forehead. It wasn't actually that deep of a cut, being that Aoife had already slowed down the car when she hit him, and just needed disinfecting and a plaster. Wetting a cotton ball with disinfectant, she leaned forwards and brushed Link's hair out of the way with her hand. Link flinched a bit at the coldness of her touch, but otherwise sat still. He winced as Aoife began to clean his cut.

'You've had worse.' A voice piped up in Link's head.

"So, why are you wearing the costume?" Aoife asked, motioning to Link's green tunic. "You look like some sort of medieval re-enactor. My parents were re-enactors for a bit, so if that's the case I totally understand."

Link did not know what a 'medieval re-enactor' was.

"No, this is not a costume." Link replied, feeling the strange language roll off his tongue "This outfit, the Princess gave it to me."

'Princess?' Link thought, 'What princess? When did I know a princess?'

"The princess?" Aoife repeated, a grin pulling at her features "Are you sure you're not a re-enactor?"

"What is a re-enactor?" Link asked, confusion clear on his face. Aoife sighed, and rolled her eyes.

"Basically, it's people who dress up as people from different time periods, and they live like the people from that time would've lived. Usually there's a battle as well, where whichever side you're on fights the other because they're the evilest people ever and want to take over the world. Yadda, yadda."

Something stirred in Link's mind. Most evil person ever? Wanting to take over the world? Why did he think that was important?

"So, if you're not a re-enactor." Aoife said, picking up the strip of shiny paper and opening it to reveal a plaster. Link shook his head. "And this is not a costume." She peeled off the backing of the plaster. Link shook his head again. "Who's the Princess?"

Link opened his mouth to talk as Aoife stuck the plaster to his head, covering the cut. He closed his mouth again.

"I... I can't remember." Link admitted. Aoife looked at him, blinking. She was a very trusting person, but this guy seemed like he needed to see someone.

"You don't remember?" She asked.

"I remember getting hurt, and then waking up in that field." Link explained, not quite sure whether to tell the girl everything he knew about what had happened "I was going to look for an inn, but then you hit me with your car."

"Yeah, sorry about that." Aoife laughed sheepishly "So where did you come from? Who hurt you?"

"I came from a place far away. If I told you, you wouldn't believe me."

"Well, that explains your accent." Aoife said "I thought you didn't sound British. And try me, I've heard a lot over my years."

"I... I can't explain." Link muttered, slumping his head forwards. Aoife looked at him for a few seconds, thoughts flying through her mind. Finally, she sighed.

"Look, do you have a place to stay for the night?" She asked. When Link shook his head, she stood up.

"You can stay here, then." She said, walking over to the door next to the kitchen and opening it. "It's a guest room, but I don't have many guests."

Link got up, and walked over. The room was tiny, and had a bed and desk crammed in it. But it was better than sleeping on the streets of this weird place.

"Thank you." Link said. Aoife grinned.

"It's no problem!" She said "Bathroom's over there. I'll leave you too it."

Link thanked her again, and Aoife left, closing the guest bedroom door behind her. She collected Link's plate from her coffee table, and took it to the kitchen. She sighed. She hadn't thought twice about giving Link the food she intended to eat that night, and since tomorrow was her food shopping day she had nothing left in the fridge.

Letting out another sigh, she turned off the lights, got ready for bed, and fell into a deep slumber, wondering just what she would do about the blonde boy sleeping in the room across the living room.