Hello, readers! This is Lighrael!

I know I haven't actually updated Timeless in a while, but please bare with me, it will be updated soon enough. I wanted to go ahead and add in this second story, one I've wanted to write for a while. I'm a big fan of the Legend of Zelda series, BUT I OWN NOTHING AND THIS IS JUST A GOOD Ol' FANFICTION. Okay, so I sortta own Siari and this new 'Epona', and a few other minor characters… but I'm sure you all get what I mean.

Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this new story. I know Timeless and this story share similar names, but I assure you, this one had nothing to do with memory-loss ninjas and shadow wolves. Have fun reading!

Chapter 1

What had he done… to end up here again?

Was the fate of a Hero forever doomed to relive a nightmare?

…

He was dreaming once more. He could feel the icy numbness settle over his body like the mist settling over the Lost Woods early in the morning. It was like watching shadows race up to meet you when someone put out the only light that kept you seeing. Lonely. Desolate. Cautious. He was frozen. He was trapped in a cage.

He was standing in a green courtyard.

The sky was a rich blue overhead. The lush green trees gently bobbed in a warm breeze he couldn't feel. Little picturesque, pastel flowers dappled the uniform lawn, and a quant stone path led to and framed a large fountain that was molded after Hyrule's legendary Triforce. The three corners of the giant triangle jutted out in their familiar directions, the monument obviously the eye-catcher and the object the courtyard was centered around. His vibrant blue hues, richer than the sky overhead, was not looking at the fountain, not for too long anyways. The dream focused in on a girl, sitting on a bench in front of the sparkling water.

Her hair was long and blonde, her eyes a delicate silvery-blue that was much more pleasant to look at than his harsh hues. She wore a pale, off-white dress with gold and blue embroidery, along with a headband glinting with jewels. She struck him as… regal. She was very beautiful, and her sitting, looking quietly at the Triforce that loomed over her, looked completely natural. A blue ocarina rested in her lap and the dream's edges blurred around her until she was the only thing he could make out clearly. Her face was etched into his mind as she waited for something.

That was what it looked like she was doing anyways - waiting. For someone. For something. He didn't know, but there she was, sitting by herself, as wonderful as a Goddess.

Slowly, the sky seemed to turn color from blue to a sunset burgundy and orange. The shadows rotated along the ground, and his view of the girl shifted until it was like he was standing directly in front of her. At some point, she had started humming a tune. It started a little low, then went up a few notes, and then went a little lower than it had started. Three notes. The beginning of what sounded like a lullaby someone might coo to a baby.

Something dark flickered behind her, but she didn't see it. She didn't here the subtle crunch of flattening grass underneath her melody. His dream-cloaked mind didn't think anything of it, but approaching footsteps created a sinister, phantom beat.

The girl looked up to see a bird flutter away from a tree behind him, and the shadow grew closer yet, a rising mountain behind her.

Three notes. Two introductory ones. The melody started again. It went a little higher…

The beast behind the girl swayed to the music, towering over her, and finally, it blocked out the setting sun's blood red light. The lullaby faded on her lips, and her gaze traveled upward to look at the obstruction blocking her light.

And the monster's jaws clamped around her and instead of a lullaby, there was an ear-splitting scream that could have woke the dead.

The scream echoed deep within Link's pointed ears, and his vibrant blue eyes shot open, his strewn out body jerking as the numbness of the nightmare left him. He was freezing, his skin broke out in a cold sweat while his heart hammered and a flash of heat shot up his head. Groaning and pulling a hand out from it's painful position crammed under his chest, he raked his fingers through his dark golden hair and sat up.

Early morning sunlight flooded in through the east window of his little two-room tree house. After the nightmare, it might have been a welcoming sight, if only it didn't illuminate the layer of dirt on his floor and the dust over the furniture. He had been laying on the wooden floor next to his bed, and his covers hung halfway off his mattress. A large lump of red, feather-like scales was curled up next to him, slowly rising up and down.

'What in the Goddesses…' The thought came drearily as his head spun. He had many nightmares before, but that one felt… different somehow. It was unsettling. He had the urge to feel worried about it too… but he had had too many other dark dreams in the past to really think about it. It had just been another dream.

'No big deal.'

He laid on the floor for a while, tangled in bedding, and watched the creature besides him breath in and out, trying to get a hold of his wits and rid his mind of that horrible vision. The girl's scream still echoed in his ears, shattering through the lullaby like glass.

Dust motes floated lazily through the air and the house settled and creaked atop the branches it sat on.

"Link?"

He froze just as he was about to sneeze, holding his breath and wincing as he heard the steady sound of someone climbing up the ladder leading to the porch. Though he was still a little groggy and light headed, he knew that female voice. Leaping up, he grabbed his covers and jumped back onto his bed, curling up in them tightly like he'd been there all night. His deep blue hues snapped firmly closed and he forced himself to relax.

"Link, are you still asleep?"

The female voice was in the room now, and he surpressed a shutter. 'Cripes.'

There was a little snort and then seconds ticked by as he tried to stay as relaxed as possible, even though his arm had started to itch. He was sleeping. He didn't feel the itch. He didn't know she was there.

"Psst!" It was right in his ear. He was about to let out a quiet sigh, as if she had stirred him from his slumber a little, but then he was being yanked to the side and dumped onto the floor, and his nose cracked painfully on the dusty wood. "GAH! Cripes! What was that for?"

"That's for pretending you were asleep, you no-good pile of sticks! I swear, you laze around more than the Great Fairy!"

He sat up cross-legged, eyes smarting and tenderly feeling the bridge of his nose, grimacing. "Please, Siari, you know I'm better than a pile of sticks. I'm more like, say, a deku baba. "

"You mean you have a big head and a bad temper?"

"Uh… So I didn't think that one through."

She snorted, "Yeah, obviously.'

He scowled in response. "Hey, give me a break - I just cracked my nose on the floor so hard that I felt it all the way in my tail bone."

"That wouldn't have happened if you weren't being so lazy, now get up! You know what today is!"

He sighed in exasperation, but did as he was told: untangling himself and wading his sheets up into a pile.

Siari was Kokiri, all five feet, three inches of her. Her hair was dark green, wrapped up in a tight bun at the back of her head with her bangs framing her bright yellow eyes. She wore the typical green tunic and boots, and her skin was as dark as tree bark. A yellow and white fairy fluttered around her head, and upon seeing Link's wide-eyed gaze, glided toward him and chimed in his ears. "Good morning, Link!"

"Good morning, Tyla, I see you are much more friendly than Siari today."

To any outsider, she looked around ten or twelve, with unusually smart eyes and adult-like expressions. Link knew she was the same age as he though - seventeen. With a hand placed sassily on her cocked hip, he could imagine her to be even older. He smirked, 'She liked to act older!'

The mass of red curled in a tight ball next to his bed finally stirred, a head emerging and flashing sharp teeth in a yawn. Diamond-shaped, golden eyes opened, slitted pupils sweeping around the room before closing again. Siari locked on the creature in an instant and Link said nothing, happy the beast would feel her wraith too.

His sly smirk fell as she gently ran a hand over the creature's large dragonic head until she opened her eyes and let out a hum of gratification that could be felt on the air from where he was. "Wait a minute, where's her punishment?'

"She's punished enough being around you all the time."

He glared down at her, rubbing the bridge of his nose some more. "How you're acting, I'd have thought you were the one to wake up on the floor this morning…"

"You woke up on the floor?…Did you have another bad dream again?"

'Oh, so now she was concerned!'

'Yeah, I had a dream again. Don't worry about it though. It was really random. I don't think it meant anything at all."

The look she gave him said she didn't believe him, but surprisingly enough, she let it slide. He watched wearily as she went outside and then came back in with two big buckets. One had a broom handle sticking out of it.

"What the heck? How'd you get all that stuff up here all by yourself?" The buckets were each half her size. "What are those for anyways?'

"You know today is Cleaning Day!"

"Uh, actually, I was assigned patrol duty this morning."

"Nobody assigns those, you twit! How stupid do you think I am anyways? You are always out patrolling even when you don't really need to. And besides, you'll have to keep guard of your house before long, by the looks of it!"

"And why's that?"

"You spend your time out in the woods so often that you neglect your house. I'm surprised you even remember how to feed yourself! It looks like Redeads could come out of the walls any second!'

"Sheesh, fine, I'll clean some! Goddesses, you're annoying!"

"Good boy!'

He growled and snatched up the broom, and then turned his blue glare on the beast taking up a quarter of the floor. Siari clicked her tongue at her, and she lifted her head curiously. "Come on, Epona, I need your help with some things."

Epona was up in an instant and stalked out the door, following the bossy Forest Child. On the way, her long, banner-like tail slapped against the counter next to the wall and then hit the table, sending cups and plates and a bowl of berries across the floor. Link watched with his head underneath a rainy cloud as the shiny pink berries rolled in all directions and cups spun in circles like a bunch of tops.

"Cripes."

Poor Link. Siari might be small, but she has an iron fist and a stubborn will! How'd you all like it? What were your thoughts/ comments? Review and tell me what you're thinking! Please and thanks!