1 A/N: This was a story I started around eight months ago, before I'd really gotten 'into' writing fan fics. As a result, you may or may not notice that it's a little substandard as far as my writing goes. Or, you may not notice at all. I dunno. In any case, lots of time went into this (my typing speed had increased dramatically since then, I wager), so I hope that you can take around 30 seconds of your day to leave a review. Please?

Disclaimer: Just in case you DIDN'T know, I do not own these characters, fortunately for the rest of the gaming industry.

Ah well, forget the formalities, onwards to the ficcy!

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3 Link's Story

Chapter 1

Hello. I'm Link. Link no last name. No, I'm not trying to act cool, or be difficult; I just never knew my last name. I suppose I had one once, back when I was about two years of age, before my father took off and my mother died. But I don't think having no last name matters much here in Nintendo Land. Have you ever heard anyone refer to Pikachu by its last name? Or even Mario, come to think of it? I don't think so. They don't have last names either. Well, Mario does have a surname, but it's the same as his first. Mario Mario. But you get my point, right?

Anyway, I was brought up as a Kokiri, a race of children. Kokiri never grow up, and neither can they leave the forest, they will become old and eventually die. At least, that seems to be the most reasonable answer. It is an old Kokiri legend that any Kokiri who leaves the forest dies instantly, but they never go out, so this legend remains unproven. Since the Kokiri never die of old age, their population has remained almost the same as it was when Hyrule was first created by the three Goddesses; Din, Farore and Nayru. Permitting, of course, disease, but this is rarely an issue. Most of the Kokiri are as old as time, but still have the spirit of a child. They don't know much about the outside world, so they keep record of all things out of the ordinary, this makes up their history.

How do I know all of this about the Kokiri? Well, I told you that the first ten years of my life were spent in Kokiri Forest, being raised by the Kokiri, and most of this stuff is common knowledge for them.

I was about ten years of age when the Great Deku Tree, the guardian of the Kokiri people, summoned me, and my journey to save Hyrule from Ganondorf began. I whizzed through countless quests and eventually, and the age of seventeen, defeated Ganondorf and locked him inside the sacred realm, with the help of the seven sages.

Well, you can imagine that I was feeling better right after I defeated Ganondorf, but my happiness was short lived. Princess Zelda made me fork over the Ocarina of Time and turned me back into a ten-year-old. The only up side to this was that the whole mess with Ganondorf never actually happened. Although no one remembers anything of those seven years when Ganondorf took over Hyrule, he was and is still locked inside this the sacred realm. The only ones who have any knowledge of the whole thing are the Sages, Navi, and of course, me.

I have been able to obtain all of my original weaponry over time, minus the Master Sword. Instead I now have a gilded sword, along with a few interesting masks from Termina, but that's a long story. I had the Ocarina of Time for that adventure only to have to return it upon returning to Hyrule.

I only just recently got the Ocarina of Time itself back again, but I should stop boring you with this senseless recount about now.

The true story I'm about to tell you all started one foggy morning about two months ago.

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Chapter 2



I was deep in a strange dream, which seemed to involve me being back on Koholint Island. I was back in the photo hut arguing with the mouse photographer.

"But I don't want my picture taken!" I protested.

"You are going to have your picture taken," he said, too firmly for my liking. I instinctively reached for my sword, but resisted the urge to give the photographer a swipe.

"I will not!" I yelled, and ran out of the photo hut.

I ran and ran as fast as I could, but that annoying rodent kept up with me, and I soon reached a large hole, which was blocking my path completely. The mouse-photographer almost right behind me, I momentarily forgot about Roc's Feather,* and attempted to jump the hole.

(*= Link needs Roc's feather to jump while on Koholint Island)

I heard the soft *click* followed by a camera flash almost immediately after trying to jump.

I fell. Down, down, it seemed like forever, and I knew the landing would not be pleasant. I hit the ground with a dull THUMP and a loud "Ouch!" which had not come from me.

As I struggled to get to my feet, I wondered two things.

A) Since when do dirt floors talk, or, for that matter, even feel pain?

B) What had softened my landing?

As I had predicted, my landing had been unpleasant, but not as painful as I had thought. As I turned around, I found why.

"Princess Toadstool!?" I exclaimed, but rushed to help her up. Then I bombarded her with questions. "Are you ok?" I asked, "How did you get to Koholint? Why are you here? Is Mario here too?"

"Which question do you want me to answer first?" she gasped, obviously still winded from my landing on her. But she regained her composure and began to answer my questions.

"Well, first of all," she began, "Mario is not here. He's out playing Mario Party 2 with a few friends. I couldn't help feeling a little resentful at not having been invited, but Peach continued. "I got here by riding on a Fearow, and-"

"A Fearow?" I inquired, as I fought back the urge to laugh. The Princess blushed a little.

"Humiliating, I know." She sighed, "But it was an emergency, and I had to go through Kanto* to get to Koholint Island"

(*=Kanto is the "Old World" of Pokemon)

"Huh?" I demanded, "What kind of emergency?"

"Well, err," she faltered. " This is kind of hard to say."

"Spit it out," I ordered. This was no time to worry about manners.

"Um, it's about Ganondorf," She managed.

"Well, what about him?" I did not like the sound of this.

"He's. Back."

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A/N: Yeah, yeah, I know it was short. There's more, ok?! Just click your way to the next chapter, so you can stop reading my self-insertion and focus your attention towards the actual fic. (