Well. Here we are then. Finally got back around to writing something. Interesting way to spend New Years Eve. Here we are, R&R PLEEEZE


She led. They followed. It was not questioned why. She had some form of magnetic aura around her, drawing them in, urging them to do what she said, to go where she asked. They did not know if it was her small, child-like beauty, or her paradoxical adult persona, or a combination of the two, a combination that was confusing and enthralling in equal measure. Whatever it was, she managed to keep the group entranced long enough to reach her destination.

"We are here."

This simple sentence awoke the group, as it was not until now that they realised that they had been in an actual magic-induced trance. They found themselves in an emerald-green glade, but whereas it would usually be abundant with life, tonight it was silent, even the crickets were missing.

"I must apologize for our journey." The girl continued. "I did not enjoy having to use magic on you, but I could sense that you would not have followed me if I had not. Also, it was my order that you were not to witness the journey. It is not for mortal eyes to see."

"Huh?" Barked an enraged Jeorth "What are you then, some kind of witch?"

"Not a witch, no." Murmured the girl, her voice barely more than a whisper, but so strong. "But all will be revealed in due course. Now come, I must show you something."

"And if we don't want to go?" Growled Jeroth.

The girl giggled to herself, showing the personality that matched her body. "My, my, Jeorth, you areas feisty as him... Do you really think you have a choice? You may as well come willingly."

She looked at Jeorth. He gaze lingered on her face for a moment, then dropped. "All right." he grumbled, then proceeded to clip a sniggering Treequin over the back of his skull. Link shook his head, and followed the Kokiri child into the forest.

A few minutes later, they emerged into what at first appeared to just be a pile of old rocks. On closer inspection, however, it could be made out that they were in the remains of an ancient building.

"This..." Whispered the girl. "Is The Temple Of Time."

Link gasped, and dropped to one knee. As soon as he set foot over the threshold of the temple, a searing pain thumped through his skull. His head seemed to fill with images and sounds that he could not understand nor comprehend. The pictures became brighter, the sounds became louder. He dropped to all fours, and let out a deep grunt. The girl wheeled around, and yelped a high-pitched squeal of horror.

"Oh my Goddesses!" She cried, rushing to Link's side. "I am so sorry! I didn't think... I'm so stupid!"

"Help... me..." Grunted Link, his face twisted in agony "It... hurts..."

"What in Din's name have you done?!" Yelled Zarck, fear flashing across his usually placid face.

Link's back arched, and he let out a piercing scream.

"HELP HIM, YOU FOOL!" Roared Treequin at the young girl, whilst Jeorth stood rooted to the spot, staring at his helpless friend.

"I CAN'T LIFT HIM MYSELF!" Screamed the girl desperately "WE NEED TO GET HIM OUTSIDE THE TEMPLE BOUNDARIES!"

Treequin and Zarck both rushed to Link's aid, trying fruitlessly to move him, but Jeorth was frozen in fear.

"JEORTH YOU BASTARD!" Shouted Treequin "HELP US!"

This comment finally snapped Jeorth out of his daze, and he ran to lift Link.

"He's... so... heavy..." He wheezed. "Why... is... he... heav-EEH!"

With this last grunt, the four of them managed to lift Link long enough to carry him outside the derelict walls of the temple, where he instantly became absurdly lighter, the shift in weight causing the group to topple to the ground.

"What... was... that?!" Panted Link "All those images... those sounds! All those people... screaming... and... and... who was that ginger dude? He was one hell of a bastard..."

The girl sighed. "I guess it is time to tell you..."

"Tell us what?" Asked Treequin.

"Everything. Where to start..."

"How about your fucking name, you stupid child?" Snapped Treequin.

"Child?! You dare to call me a child?!" Yelled the girl, whirling around, her hair whipping through the air, and pinning Treequin to a tree. "I have lived a hundred of your lives and seen more than a mortal memory can even comprehend, let alone hold! My name is Saria, and I am the Sage of the Forest." She let Treequin go, and he slid into the roots of the tree, trembling in fear. "Link, the images and sounds you saw and heard in your head were the memories of the Hero of Time that were held in the Temple of Time. The red-headed man was Ganondorf, the evil king, and the screams you heard were the screams of the people he murdered." She stopped, and took a deep breath. "It was these memories that weighed you down inside the Temple, and your brain could not contain them. That is why you were in so much pain.

"They are stored there due to a rift that was caused at the end of the Hero of Time's quest. You see, because of Princess Zelda's actions after the Hero defeated Ganondorf, two different time lines were created. One where the Hero relived his childhood, and the second being where Princess Zelda stayed after sending Link backto his childhood. You currently reside in the former, where the Hero and Princess Zelda told the King of Hyrule of Ganondorf's plot, thus causing the Great War. The Sacred Realm is the space between the dimensions, or time lines, and it is here that Ganondorf was trapped after being defeated by the Hero.

"As the Temple of Time links both time lines, the memories you encountered were a combination of Ganondorf and the Hero's experiences, and general knowledge you would have had had you lived in that dimension. And this brings me to the reason I brought you here." Saria sighed again and closed her eyes. "You see... we sages... we are dying." The four boys gasped almost simultaneously. "It is not that odd. We are all very old. I myself, although I look no older than ten Hylian years, am in fact over seventeen hundred years old, and I am one of the youngest. But every one of our souls are linked, and Rauru has become ill. We cannot survive without him, so it is our time to go. But our last mission on this planet is to find the next generation of Sages. And I believe I have found three of them here today. Jeorth, it is true that you are a direct descendant of the ancient Goron King, Darunia, is it not?"

Jeorth looked at his feet, reluctant to look at the apparent young girl whom he had just discovered utmost respect for. "Uh... Yeah, I think. Me mam said before something about it..."

"Exactly. And Zarck, your bloodline traces back to the ancient Zora Royal Family, doesn't it?"

Zarck blushed, and Zora's blush green "Yeah, but it's not something I like to spread around, y'know?"

"Yes. Princess Ruto, the Water Sage, is indeed your ancestor. And Treequin, you rude little peanut, come here."

Treequin crept up to Saria and hung his head before her. "But... but I'm not a descendant of anyone important..." he squeaked.

"Oh, I think you'll find that you are." replied Saria with a grin. "You are, in fact, a direct relative of the Deku King. We sages made a pact with the Deku King not long after I became the Sage of the Forest. Seeing as we Kokiri cannot reproduce, we decided to pass the Sage duties onto the other main forest dweller, the Dekus."

"So this means..." mumbled Treequin, starting to get excited. "That we're gonna be Sages, yeah?"

"Correct."

"Oh. My. Fucking. GODDESSES! This is SO AWESOME! Totally fucking awesome! Oh, shit, sorry, I better start watching my manners, eh? This is gonna be great... I'm gonna be a say-yage, I'm gonna be a say-yage, I'm gonna be a..." He started to dance around the temple, getting more and more excited, but someone didn't share the optimism.

"So we don't have a choice in this?" Growled Zarck, leaning against a tree and staring daggers down at Saria.

"But why wouldn't you want to be a Sage?" Asked Saria, confused. "I admit, I was scared at first, but the honour is immeasurable! And we can't really change it, Sage blood is in your veins, and we don't really have time to wait for you to spawn..."

"Spawn huh?" Said Zarck "Nice choice of vocabulary. Okay, I'll do it, but I won't enjoy it..."

"Nice one dude!" Bellowed Treequin, bouncing into view. "This is gonna be fucking AWESOME! Oh, sorry Your Sage-ness..."

"Don't worry." Laughed Saria. "What about you, Jeorth?"

"Well, uh, it's me duty really ain't it? I gotta do it..." Jeorth murmured in reply.

It was at this point that everyone realised Link sitting alone on a tree stump, his head down.

"Hey dude!" Yelled Treequin. "Cheer up, be fucking merry, we're Sages!"

"Yeah" Link replied bitterly "You'reall Sages. What am I? Nothing. I can't even stand in the bloody ruin without my head nearly being blown off! Why in Farore's name is that?"

"I'll tell you why." Said Saria, suddenly serious again. "It is because you, Link, are a blood descendant of the Hero of Time, and due to the title being passed down through generation, you are in fact the Lord of Time XVII, or the seventeenth Hero of Time!"


Cheese? Yes. Do I care? Not in the slightest. Oh, and if Saria's monologue confused you, I'm sorry. Watch this, it may help a hyperlink, don't know how .