Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Zelda characters, and never will, so live with it!

A/N:Hi again guys, surprised to see my story back up at the top again? I decided to touch it up. Hope you guys all enjoy it.

Malon sat on her bed, looking tiredly out the window at the dark empty sky, the clouds had covered nearly all of the sky, leaving only the full moon shining it's eerie rays down upon the ground.

She sighed sadly, her glossed over crystal blue eyes reflected the bright shining orb. She couldn't help the tears that threatened to fall.

She bit her lip as she thought of her life, and what it had come too... so different than she had imagined. Ingo had thrown her father out, and he treated her like a filthy slave. Malon knew... that Ingo wasn't really a bad person. It was Ganondorf, the king of evil who had pierced his heart with the cruelty that he showed her.

Malon shivered at the thought of Ganondorf. HE was the one who had ruined her life, sent her father away... and him. A small smile curled the edges of her soft lips at the thought of him. Fairy Boy... as she used to call him.

Malon prided herself for knowing him... or... she used to know him. They both had grown up. They had both changed, but Malon only knew how he had changed physically now. Not that she couldn't notice.

His short stubby arms had turned into powerful thick ones. His chest was very muscular, well... his whole body was really. He had grown tall, and had the most beautiful sparkling blue eyes.

She jumped as the door door smashed open and Ingo staggered into the room. Malon stood up in alarm, as Ingo rushed over to her. "Why are you not at the stables cleaning the horses and sweeping? I thought I told you to clean the entire barn and then you had to fix me my dinner!" He roared, slapping her across the face and leaving a bright red hand print.

Malon's fingers lifted to shield her cheek from any more damage and choked, "I did cook you dinner, it was out on the table and I did clean the..."

Ingo grabbed her hand away from her cheek and slapped her across the face with all his might, using his other arm to pin her against the wall. "It was COLD!!! I can't eat COLD dinner!!! Now get down there and fix me some real food before I chop off one of your precious little horses heads!" He kneed her violently in the stomach, making her bend over as she tried to scramble out the door. She nearly fell down the stairs, tears streaming down her face and silent sobs making her quiver.

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Malon limped slowly out of the Bazaar in the back alley of Castle Town. Her left eye was trimmed with purple. Ingo wanted pork. She put her foot in the saddle and threw her leg over the horse's back and grabbed the reins in one quick motion.

Her face was emotionless, her lips drew a pursed... straight line across her face. She nudged her horse gently, when it didn't move she moved her hand into it's shaggy fur and made soothing sounds, though the horse's ears just stood up in alarm.

She lifted her hand to slap it's thigh but a snicker was heard from the darkness and the horse reared up, flinging her off and on to the ground. She screamed as she hit the ground, clenching the arm she had landed on.

Shadowy figures advanced around her in a circle, their drawn blades the most visible part of them. "What do you want?" She snarled through clenched teeth.

A low, cold, dead voice said plainly, "Hand over your rupees"

Malon fought not to show her fear, her voice came out cold and brave, though her heart felt as though it would beat right out of her chest any second.

"Over my dead body"

The voice snickered, "Fine with us isn't it lads?" There were more snickers and murmurs of agreement. Malon's eyes closed as one lifted his blade to her neck and lifted up... her eyes flew open as she heard a loud clang of swords being clashed together. Malon watched, awestruck, as another figure blocked every sword that came at him.

The figure let loose a battle cry as he jumped into the air and brought his sword straight through one of the figures. There were some cries of fear as they all fled at the site of their mangled comrade.

The figure stepped out of the shadows and into the moonlight. He was wearing a rough green tunic, a long pointed cap, a very impressive looking sword, and a metal shield. Malon gasped as she immediately recognized him. "Link?!?"