A/N: So, here we are. My second fanfiction. Hoorah!

Now, this one is basically my take on what Zelda's prophetic dream in Ocarina of Time was like. I'm sure it's strange. Please don't flame.

So, without futher ado, please read and enjoy! Also, Reviews are lovely. Be sure to leave one, okay?

Zelda's Dream

She was drifting, but to where, she did not know. She felt the sensation of floating on thin air into the milky white beyond. There was no sun, no moon, no clouds or sky, no ground. It was empty. All around her was silence, the essence of solitude. For a moment, she wondered if any of it was real. Wondered if she was truly conscious, floating through this empty space. But then she remembered:

Of course she wasn't conscious. She was dreaming.

She rolled onto her stomach in mid-air and glided forward, her eyes closed as she inhaled sharply. However, when she reopened them, the space had gone from creamy white to an all-consuming darkness. Pitch black was all that her blue eyes could see. She rubbed her eyes as if having just woken, then looked again.

A forest lay before her, only the leafy tops of the trees visible from where she now hovered. She attuned her senses to the mass of trees. Her outstretched fingers felt the bark of the oak; she smelled pine and flowers; she heard the birds, the bugs, the wind. Everything seemed calm and peaceful. But something was still off.

It was still dark outside of the forest, and the black was now slowly enveloping the trees. She felt drawn to this place, but she knew she only had so long to explore before it would be swallowed whole. Despite her worries, she landed at the entrance to the maze of greenery and ventured into the woods beyond.

Wind whipped her hair around her face violently as she wandered through the woods, her eyes darting frantically left and right in apprehension. Then, she saw it.

Upon a tree stood a figure garbed in green, though this was the only color she could make out. The figure stepped down from the stump upon noticing the golden-haired girl. He took his first step towards her, small fairy in tow, and, suddenly, a wildly glowing light surrounded them both. Upon contact with the light, she felt warm, safe, secure. She could sense the goodness in this person, who was still steadily approaching her. Levitating only inches off the ground, she drifted towards the figure. She felt drawn to this person… but why?

The light erupted from the forest with impossible ferocity. It ate away at the dark edges of the dreamscape until, at last, the space was milky white again.

She looked up at the figure in green, now revealed to be a young boy. He was only an inch taller than she, with hair of gold and sapphire eyes. She was beginning to forget that this was a dream as she felt his strength, his courage, his spirit, pouring out of his sharp blue eyes. And then he spoke, his voice calm.

"Hello, Princess."

And then she was falling in to nothingness.

"…cess? Princess? Are you awake, Princess Zelda?"

Zelda jolted upright in her bed. Her golden hair cascading down her shoulders and over her white nightgown, and her eyes were open wide in surprise. She exhaled, blinked twice, then looked to her handmaid, Impa.

"Good morning." She said politely.

"Princess, you were restless this morning as you slept, so I woke you." Impa replied.

Zelda took a deep breath, then rose from her bed, peeling her blanket away from her body. She walked quietly to her wardrobe, pulled out the first fancy dress that caught her eye, and began to change. As she did, she began speaking again.

"Impa," she started shakily, but she swallowed and continued with full assurance. "Impa, a vision came to me last night as I slept."

Impa stood frozen, then nodded to the princess and merely replied, "Please, Your Highness, elaborate."

And she did.