Hi, I decided my next Fic will be a LOZ LTTP Fic! For all you Zelda lovers like me I think you'll like this! Rated T for language.

Hero's Son

The three triangles of wisdom, power, and courage; the Triforce... It's supposed to hold power enough to make all mortal dreams come true, but I don't know if I believe that. Many others did though, and they looked all over for it. Eventually a man named Gannon managed to find it, only one person knows what he wished for; the man who took the Triforce from him. This man's name was Link, my father… He fought long and hard to save a princess, he battled monsters, thieves, wizards, and a man who was more animal than human, and he prevailed. He prevailed and wished for peace, the Triforce granted that wish, it healed many of the scars Gannon left on Hyrule and even restored those who died. But alas, it couldn't protect my father; a simple disease, that was all it took. He died in bed surrounded by family, friends and even a few fairies who tried to heal him. I was only six at the time when I saw my first fairy; I was surprised to see them crying as much as me. My mother sat me down later and told me all about my father's travels; she said I was old enough to understand now…

It's been ten years since Queen Zelda told me this. And it's been five years since I broke her heart and left, determined to prove that the son was as able as the father.

-8-

"Aden! Aden, you bastard, where are you!" The voice floated through the dimly lit caverns. Aden turned toward the entrance of his cave as the owner of the voice, a pretty young thief with bobbed red hair, rounded the corner, "Found you, you jerk! Blokead says it your turn to stand watch."

"That blockhead just wants to get rid of me." Aden muttered, pulling on his boots, "I stood watch two weeks ago, you know that Gale." Gale merely shrugged and opened her mouth, but he spoke faster, "Don't say it! I know he's the boss but he's still a blockhead." The redhead shut her mouth and nodded.

Groaning in annoyance, Aden stood, grabbed his sword from a nearby rack, and pushed past her, mentally grumbling as she followed him down the hall and into the main cavern.

The large chamber was full of noise, at one time the sound of twenty or so thieves and robbers joking, drinking, and comparing spoils would've scared him, now he barely spared them a second glance and strode directly to the southern wall, "One of these days I'll kill that blockhead…" He whispered pushing on the wall, it yielded easily and he slipped through the passage.

Outside the forest air was cool and crisp; it was the perfect tonic for his irritation. Overhead the moon was a perfect full circle, illuminating the surrounding shrubbery. Here's to a positively perfect night. Aden thought quickly scaling a nearby tree, from his perch he could see most of the nearby forest, but courtesy of his black hair no one but the crows could see him.

Maybe I'll just maim Blokead a little. I mean it's not like I hate these watches, I've always loved the night. But he's still an ass, and he needs a major kicking. In truth, Aden knew he couldn't kill him; he wasn't the thief the others were. He was fast and strong, but he wasn't a murderer, even Gale had killed before, of course usually it was some lecher who'd gone after her in the first place, but still, Aden had always managed to avoid killing. No one seemed to care as long as he brought back some loot, but Gale had noticed and had taken to teasing him about it.

The woods were quiet tonight, almost too quiet, Aden liked that, it provided him time to almost relax, he hadn't truly relaxed in seven years, but after a few hours in a night like this, he could almost drop his guard. Almost.

"You're lost." Aden jumped at the sound of a new voice, echoing clearly in the night. Scanning the foliage he found the source soon enough; a young man was standing just beneath his branch with his back to him. For a moment the thief hesitated; the man was obviously wealthy; his scarlet armor attesting such, but he also looked very strong, and anyone who could slip beneath his sight was worthy of praise. Maybe this man was too dangerous… Then Aden caught sight of the golden sword he held at his side. It was magnificent! A prize like that was worth a king's ransom, and he could tell that it was a real weapon. This wasn't some ornament to be looked at, no that had been tempered in the hellfires of combat. And if he stole it, then it would be his, and Blokead could do a thing about it!

It was too enticing to pass up. Wrapping one hand around the hilt of his own sword he prepared to attack. His target was either very brave, or very foolish; he had his back turned to a thief that he clearly knew was watching, and he was totally at ease, he hadn't even put up his guard! Foolish. Aden decided, He's a rich fool who thinks he owns these woods, well he's about to find out that that's not the case… Like a panther he prepared to strike and that's when the figure spoke again.

"Poor boy, you really have forgotten… Watch closely."

Aden leapt from the tree landing three feet from his prey and struck, unsheathing his weapon and slashing at the man's neck. His plan was simple: knock the rich snob out with the flat of the blade, turn him into a poor snob. Unfortunately the rich snob didn't wait to be hit. Turning he raised his sword, and Aden shielded his eyes as the forest was illuminated with golden light. "Whirling Blade Attack!"

The light faded as quickly as it had come. Aden staggered back, rubbing his eyes. As his vision cleared he saw the figure dash into the forest. He's fast but he's not getting away with that sword! He thought dashing after him, I know this forest! He can't disappear like I can- The thought ended abruptly as the figure vanished into thin air. "What the?" Aden stopped and proceeded carefully, he quickly found what had made his target vanish: a small passage carved through a fallen tree, it was almost invisible. He lithely stepped into the darkness.

The place he emerged at was a large clearing bathed in soft moonlight. It was quiet here, Aden knew that dozens of animals watched him from the trees, but they made not a single sound.

"What is this place?" He mumbled, then cursed when he realized that he'd lost his target. "Damn! Oh well, can't do-ooooohhh…." Aden grinned, for at the far end of the clearing, easily seen in the moonlight was a glittering pearl-colored sword, "Hello Baby…" He drooled, making his way towards it. The sword was situated on a pedestal made out of what appeared to be marble. Aden didn't bother caring going directly for the blade, it wasn't as nice as the golden sword, but whoever put it there was practically begging him to steal it!

"Mine!" He laughed grasping the sapphire hilt and pulling. The sword didn't move. Smirk vanishing Aden tried again… and again… and again… The sword didn't budge even one inch. Growling he tried again, this time his fingers slipped and he fell flat on his back, smacking his head against the stone.

Aden sat up, trying to clear the stars from his eyes, the sword sparkled innocently, almost daring him to try again. I will… He swore, glancing at the moon …but not tonight.

Standing he etched this place into his memory so that he could find it later, and began to head back. The others would be missing him soon.

-8-

Now it begins, I think I'm going to have alot of fun with this one! Oiy, please note I've only played LTTP and TP so if I use ideas from other Zelda games it is accidental, and I say 'oops!' Review!