Author's Note:
Hi guys! I've realized I've pretty much slaughtered this story, so I'm rewriting it from the beginning and making the Links older. It's so much better planned out! I hope you guys read it and give me some feedback.
Link was awoken in the middle of the night by a swift and urgent knock at his door. Barely able to open his eyes, he stumbled across the monstrous mess that was his room in Hyrule Castle. He was barely conscious as he opened the door. Registering a vague surprise at seeing Zelda at the door, he muttered a confused, "Hello?"
"Link, wake up. We need to go to the Four Sword sanctuary! Right now!"
"O-okay..." he stuttered, starting out the door.
"Get dressed first," she pointed back into his bedroom.
A faint sense of embarrassment touched his mind and he closed the door to slowly get dressed. A couple minutes later he emerged in his trademark tunic and hat, with his sword and shield.
"Better," Zelda said, approving, "Now, let's go."
Link nodded and Zelda led him to a carriage which would take them to the sanctuary. He knew it would take until morning; he was out like a light.
He awoke as the carriage stopped. He stretched, feeling slightly more well-rested. "Zelda, why are we even here?"
"I had a dream I can only assume was a vision. I saw mists of green, blue, red, and purple. They were originally overshadowed by green, then a dark blackness appeared, and split them into four equal parts. You know what this means."
Realization dripped through Link's body as he helped Zelda out of the carriage, "Okay..."
"I'm sorry to spring this on you, but I'm only the messenger. You need to be four again."
"But what about Vaati? And Ganon?"
"It will be generations yet before they are awakened. I felt no threat of them awakening with the drawing of the Four Sword.
"If you say, I must believe, o mighty princess sage."
She lightly smacked his head and then sighed, "I remember you wouldn't have even mentioned that when we were younger. Oh, how times change. You know it's been two years since you've drawn the Four Sword?"
"I know." He said, biting the inside of his cheek.
"You sound nervous."
"I feel it."
"Why is that?" she questioned.
"It's been two years, I don't know what it will be like with three more of me after all this time."
Zelda nodded wisely, "I see. Are you okay with doing this?"
"Of course. If I need to, then I will. It seems there's a need." He walked to the pedestal without a second thought and put his hands on the sword hilt. He flexed his fingers, preparing himself. He pulled up, the sword sliding free after a moment of grinding. The change happened the same way it did before. A part, deep in his chest, felt a stretching and growing. An analytical part of him realized it was part of his soul being split into four. His body was stretching, and though it wasn't painful, it wasn't very pleasant. A part of him wasn't very partial to this. Another part of him was ashamed that another part of him was shying away from an unpleasant feeling. Suddenly, the change was complete and he wasn't himself anymore.
