Usually, I'm not a great fan of taking characters out of their original setting for a story. I don't mind aging them, no, but I usually stay in pre-set areas. But I had this idea…more of a blurb .It struck as something that might be 'fun' and a different twists on some different versions of this idea floating around. Anyway, Hope you enjoy and review…I have way to many stories going at once XD

I'm debating whether this should be a one-shot or a full story, so let me know

a/n. I did go about and fix the typos I missed in my first read through...I really need an editor anyone up for it? ;D

She blinked as she re-stacked the books, adjusting her glasses as she pushed the cart down the empty aisles of the old Library. She had always loved the place, ever since she was a child and had first learned how to sound out the words that constructed all the sentences that captured her mind with their stories. When she'd finally been old enough to get a job, her first course of action had been to make a bee-line for the weathered building on the outskirts of town to submit an application. She didn't know if it was due to her pure eagerness or what, but they had consented to allowing her the job for the summer. After all, they had said, we usually don't need help once the school year starts. But, she'd shown her prowess and knowledge as well as a work ethic to make any employee of the month writhe in envy, and found herself with a permanent job. She'd been here six years now, and at the ripe age of twenty-two, she loved it just as much as she had at sixteen.

She'd tried to puzzle it out once before why exactly she loved it here so much. It was nothing more than a large, three story brick building filled to the brim with books and dust. But, she felt as if energy radiated from these books, calling to her. She felt sparks of life when she allowed her fingers to trail over the stacks, and she felt the need to know every story and every fact stored within every book on the shelves. And to say the least, she'd made quite a dent since she'd been here.

Now don't jump to conclusions, the girl has a social life. Sometimes. But it mainly involves dragging her one friend from work to book signings and the like. Something within her just wanted to know all there was to know. She took classes, she worked, and she wrote. Overall, she was happy.

"Zelda!"

The girl whipped her head up, once again adjusting the glasses that slid down her nose. She closed the book she hadn't realized she'd opened and pushed the cart back to the end of the aisle.

"Yes, Impa?" the blonde asked, looking up at the older, slender woman who was waiting for her.

"It's about closing time and there's no one left in the library. Just take the cart back to behind the desk and you can finish in the morning," the woman said kindly. As far as bosses went, Zelda knew she was lucky to be under Impa's watchful eye. Zelda had no mother of her own, as she had passed away many years earlier. Impa herself had no husband and no children, and the two found a place with each other. That 'one friend from work' mentioned earlier? Well, Impa was it.

"Are you sure? It's not a big deal. I don't have plans tonight anyway." The girl flashed a smile.

The older woman searched over Zelda's face, but finally relented with a sigh and a small smile. "Okay. If it'll make you happy. I'll leave the key with you, but be sure to lock up. Drop the key off on your way home, okay? Don't forget. It's the only proof I have that you're not sleeping in here."

"I only did that one time," Zelda retorted, holding up a finger to show her point. "Only once. It was raining anyway, and I didn't feel like going to my apartment alone. It wasn't a big deal."

"Alone? You were alone in here! Sometimes I just don't understand you," Impa laughed as she reached out to ruffle the younger girls blond locks that were pulled back in a braid.

"Hey!" Zelda whined, brushing Impa's hand away. "I tried hard to get it that way."

"Days over. No one left to impress," Impa teased as she removed a ring of keys from the belt loop of her dark pants. "Bring them over. Don't forget."

Zelda nodded, clipping the ring onto her own tattered jeans. "I promise."

"Good."

Zelda watched as the woman made her way fluidly toward the lobby. She was tall, with an athletic build and short cut pale hair. As nice as she was, Zelda knew when she meant business, you did as told.

Zelda pushed the cart back to where she had ended off earlier, replacing the last of the teen romance books on the shelf. She was currently on the second floor of the library, which contained the large lobby area and the main entrance. Below her was the basement, which she considered the first floor. It housed the history and nonfiction books, as well as study materials and a few dinosaur computers. The third story, assessable by the spiral stair case in back left corner of this floor, housed self help materials, as well as hobby books and anything else in that area. The floor she was on was more general. It housed a children's section, young adult, and fiction. It also was home to a computer lab area as well. The rest of the books she had to shelf belonged down in the history area, buuut, who was to say she couldn't take a short break to relax, right?

She pushed the cart up to the doors of the small elevator near the desk, pressing the button to open the door. It always took a bit of maneuvering, but she managed to fit herself in with the cart, using her flat clad foot to press the button for the basement. The initial jerk of the ride always made her belly to a turn around flop, but the ride was usually over a moment later, barely giving her time to be sick. The lights in the basement were dim, leaving her to assume Impa had already set them for the night. Still, she could see well enough without them and she was familiar enough with this part of the library to not get anything confused. She pushed the cart out into the room with her back against it and her view to the back of the elevator, yelping a bit as the cart threatened to run away from her as it slid across the concrete floor.

"Hold on now!" she said aloud, spinning to get a grip. "Cool it. I'll put you guys up soon enough. Just chill." She straightened, adjusting the over sized gray sweater she had on. The smell of the room delighted her, and she took a deep breath. "Alright," she said with a laugh. "Which one of guys wants some attention."

As if in response to her question, she heard a loud thud resound from across the room. Zelda found herself rooted to the spot suddenly. She couldn't place the feeling that was suddenly creeping over her as she stood, her breath catching in her throat. Something…suddenly felt wrong. In all the time she'd been here, she'd never had a feeling quite like the one that was snaking up her back now. She took a hesitant step forward, her eyes already adjusted to lack of light. "Anyone still in here?" she called softly, feeling a sort of electricity ticking at her ankles as she moved. "The library is closed. Anything I can help you with?" She listened intently, slowly peering around the edge of the shelf she was shielded behind. She heard no other voice except the slight echo of her own. Relief flooded her as she saw a lone book on the floor, open with pages toward the floor. "Just you," the girl sighed, bringing a slender hand to her chest as she sighed. "You I can deal with."

As she walked the short distance to the book, her earlier feeling didn't subside as she thought it would. In fact, it seemed to be buzzing in her gut now. "I'm just a little jumpy," she muttered aloud as she bent to pick up the book. "It's dark out and I'm by myself. That's all."

She reached for the book, and in the instant her skin made contact with the spine of the beaten volume, the lights flickered out.

"Goddess, what in the world," she breathed, suddenly bathed in the darkness of cold basement. In her hand she now held the book. It felt warm to the touch, and though her mind was screaming at her to just leave this alone, to just go home, something else inside seemed to whisper curious thoughts. Clutching it to her chest, she hesitantly shuffled back to where she knew the elevator was. She pressed in the vicinity of the button, but got to response, no knowing groan. The power was out all over. A sigh escaped her. She'd have to take the stairs. Gingerly, she skirted the wall until she met the corner of the room. She knew the stairs were in the corner of the room opposite the elevator. As she slid down the next wall, she swore she felt the binding of the book shift beneath her fingers. A normal person would have dropped it, but she had never claimed to be normal. She let out a breath of triumph as she made contact with the old spiral staircase. Her eyes were starting to adjust somewhat, and she could make out the dim shapes of the stairs as she made her way back to the lobby. The stairs to the basement let out in in the corner down the wall from the stairs leading to the third story. She knew if she walked straight she be back at the desk where they kept flashlights. She could hear rain coming down outside in a torrent, and she heard a clap of thunder. It seemed strange how it had started up out of no where, and she'd hardly been down in the basement long. Sure, there were no windows down there and it was quite, but still. It was all getting a little strange.

"Flashlight, flashlight," she muttered, riffling through one of the drawers. She'd placed the book on the desk near one of the computers. She swore the low hum she could hear was coming from it and not the computer it was next to. "A-ha!" She switched the light on and pulled one of the stools up to where it was waiting.

"It's just a book," she said logically. "It's paper, glue, string, and a cover. It's a book." She ran her fingers over the worn cover. "A History of Hyrule," she read aloud, squinting to the read the long faded letters. "What's so scary bout that?" She turned the book onto it's spine, holding it closed. "Now, what was so important you jumped off the shelf for you, you little demon." She removed her hands, allowing the book to simply fall open. The pages themselves were nothing special. Faded parchment and print accompanied by the painstakingly drawn images.

"The Hero's legacy," she read, skimming the title of the chapter. "A Boy, A Princess, and a Monster."

She bit her lip as she read the title. She'd heard the legend enough. Who hadn't? She'd heard it in High School, and even now in college. As interesting as it was, most people were honestly sick of hearing it once they were done with school. "I already know all of this," she sighed. Heck, she knew she was even named after the princess of legend because her mom loved the name so much. The story for the chapter detailed the accounts of the many legends of the Hero. How he had valiantly fought the monster known as Demise, and he and the Priestess had began what was now known as Hyrule. It detailed the adventures of his descendants and how each time, with the help of the Princess and relic know as the Triforce, the world was saved. But the last time evil had plagued Hyrule was hundreds of years ago. There was no longer a royal family, no longer a Temple of Time. She doubted anyone alive even knew of the location of Triforce, and that suited her just as well. Times were peaceful now. The general consensus was that descendants of the demon were no more. And with no more monsters, there had yet to be any reincarnations.

"Did you just want to brief me on my history?" she sighed as she skimmed over the pages she had read. "Or am I supposed to get something else from this?"

Her eyes grew wide as an invisible breeze caused the pages to flutter, resting on a new page. A simple page. It was a handful of images, a couple of quotes. The first to catch her eyes was this "Do not think this ends here... The history of light and shadow will be written in blood!" She shook her head, the feeling still crawling up her back, then twisting into the pit of her stomach. The last quote on the page, under an image of a boy, no, a man. His face seemed familiar to her, as if she had seen him before. As if something within her remembered him from somewhere, sometime. She allowed herself to laugh. That was ridiculous, of course. The words under the image were simple: "I have been waiting for you, boy. For one like you... Yes... For the hero."

A large clatter at the main entrance caused her to release a scream, slamming the book shut and pushing it away. She held the flashlight tight in her hand, peering in the direction of the door, which was at the end of the hall on her left. It was at the moment she remembered the door wasn't locked. To lock the door for the night, it had to be done outside with the key. Inside the door, of course, were hook locks and chain locks, but she had not taken the time to lock them when Impa left. She'd never felt threatened in the library before. She bolted from her seat, feeling a swiftness in her feet as she bolted through the dark, the beam of her flashlight bobbing. She took a deep breath as she skidded up to the door, barely making out the shape that was advancing on the door. Her heart was beating in violently against her ribcage. She quickly switched the flashlight off and shakily did the slide locks. She could hear the wind picking up outside, howling out in the dark night. A knock came against the door, hard and demanding.

"Please," a voice called above the howling. "I saw a light. Could I possibly come in, the weather out here is awful!"

Zelda, from her flattened position on the wall next to the door, craned her neck to look through the window on the door. She could just make out the shape of a face. She took a breath, and said shakily, "We're closed!"

After a moment, the voice said in a defeated tone, "Please."

She couldn't explain what motivated her to undo the locks she had done only moments before, but in no time, she was pushing the door against the wind, clicking the locks back in place. A man was in the corner, dripping on the tile floor.

"Um, there's a bathroom about halfway down the hall on the left. You can clean up in there," she instructed. "Oh, here!" she added, extending the flashlight. "Feel free to take your time." Without bothering to wait around for conversation, she power walked back to her position behind the desk. She could hear the man's soggy footprints behind her on the tile as he followed. She heard the old door to the bathroom creak open. The light bobbing behind her vanished as the door closed, and she dared a look back. She shook her head, clearing the thoughts that were trying to creep into her mind. Back at the desk, she slid back into her stool and pulled another flashlight from the drawer. She reached out to pull the book back close to her, and it seemed to purr in her hand. She sighed, flipping open back to the page she had been on before opening the door. From the page, the hero's eyes peered up at her in stunning blue clarity. The expression on his face, though neutral, was knowing. But, in a way, it seemed a warning. The way his painted eyes peered up at her, as if trying, through these words, to tell her something. She just couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"He seems a little stern, doesn't he?"

She yelped, her hand flying to her mouth as she whipped her head around to see the man standing beside her, a paper towel in his hand. "I'm sorry," he said, looking genuinely concerned. "I didn't mean to scare you. It's just, well, I had this urge to go on a walk tonight and just as I got around the corner the rain started to pour down. I live a number of blocks away and I didn't really know where else to go. Is something wrong?" he continued, looking at her curiously.

But Zelda found herself having trouble distinguishing this man from the image on her page.