A\N: jklfdajkl;fdjasklfds;a WHAT AM I GOING WITH MY LIFE? Ah, geeze... IDK if I want to continue this or not. Depends on what you guys want. As for Fabulous, have a draft of the epilogue and a beginning of Giggles going, so more on later later this week-hopefully. I'll try to keep you posted. Also, people, the POLLS. If you don't do the POLLS how am I supposed to CONTINUE? Sick with Anger. If you want updates, you have to VOTE. Ah, but it's 12:15 and I have no regrets. Enjoy!

Where… where was he? Where was he going, and how long had he been here? Why did his chest hurt, and why was he all alone? Where… where was his master? And what… what was this sticky blue stuff all over him?

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

He stumbled over a tree root, falling to the ground, but he quickly got back up, not wanting to stay in the bokoblins sight for long. Tucking his white bangs behind his ear, he rounded a corner and found himself somewhere slightly familiar.

Giggling, he picked up speed, spreading his arms because—well, because it made him feel like he could fly!

"Hello?"

He stumbled his way into the big temple near the Sealed Grounds, and he looked around at all the pillars and the large gateway standing about the room.

This looks familiar…

But he didn't know. He didn't know where he was at all… and… and it was scary to be all alone in the middle of Faron woods. Where was Master? Why hadn't he come for him?

Frowning, he walked through the temple at the Sealed Ground and out to where the large statue was. He dropped his shoulders, staring up in awe.

"Oh, wow! That's the statue Master says Hylia gonna take up into the sky!" He twirled around for emphasis, and then ran over to the statue, climbing up the bottom to examine it.

He was several feet off the ground when his footing slipped, his hands following shortly after as he cascaded to the ground and landed in a crumpled heap.

For a moment, he just sat there, staring at his cuts and feeling the pain slowly set in. But… but the pain got worse. And that fall was scary! He could have died!

Tears welling up in his eyes, bottom lip quivering, cheeks flushing, he began to cry, wailing loudly as more blood fell from his skinned knees and stained the stones beneath him. He gasped for air in between screams, covering his eyes and trying to make the eyewater stop coming out.

"Hey, do you hear that?"

He registered a voice from across the field, and soon, footsteps were heard coming towards them. He looked up through blurred vision and saw a boy clad in green running towards him with a young maiden and redheaded fool close behind him.

"Are you alright?" the green one asked, kneeling down upon his arrival.

He shook his head pathetically. "N-no! I woke up in a tree, and I didn't know where I was, but I hurt myself when I fell, and I ran from a moblin who was trying to eat me, and I saw the statue, and I climbed it but then I fell and now I hurt until you came over here!"

The boy nodded slowly, for some reason, having a hard time processing all that. The boy looked… sort of familiar with that expression. He cocked his at the green one, his eyes slowly lighting up with recognition.

"You!" he pointed a finger at the boy.

"Me?"

"Yes you!" He jumped onto the boy, grabbing his tunic and climbing towards his face. "You are from my storybook!"

The boy stuttered. "I—I am?"

"You're the hero!" He clapped, jumping up and down.

The boy smiled nervously. "Oh, w-well… thanks. Um… do you, uh, know who you are?"

The look he received was an apprehensive one, and he didn't understand why the boy seemed so unnerved. "Of course! I'm Ghirahim!"

The boy nodded slowly. "Okay… do you know who I am? Besides being the hero?"

"Um… a skychild!"

"Well, actually my name is Link."

Ghirahim shook his head, grabbing onto Link's tunic and swinging from it. "I want for to call you skychild! Will you help me find Master? I'm lost!"

Link looked at his friends, biting his lip, and then looked back at Ghirahim. Ghirahim liked his eyes. They were so pretty and kind.

"Well? Will you? Huh, will you?"

Link sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "O…Okay. Well, your master asked us to watch you while he went on… a trip. So, you should just stay with us for now, and behave, and we'll figure something out, okay?"

"Okay!" Ghirahim wrapped his legs around Link and clambered further up his body. "I really like you, skychild. You're so nice. And pretty!"

Link gave him an odd look. "O…okay…? Let's… uh, let's just go to the house."

Ghirahim clapped and laughed, grabbing onto Link's neck. Living with the skychild was just going to be so much fun!

A\N: Review please! Continue, or no?