A/N: Hey guys! I know that the chapters are short… ish. But that means I can update more and quicker! I'm going to try to make the next one longer. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing! I was expecting like one person to review and be like… "You suck." So thanks! Enjoy!

Link naturally awoke just before dawn, fully rested. For some reason, he always slept better the nights of large storms, the pitter patter of rain and the roar of thunder lulled him to sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow the night before.

No wake up knock by a maid or guard was needed for Link to be the first one up. He was accustomed to getting up earlier on his own. He sat up in bed and stretched out his arms, joints cracking from being stiff all night. His thin sheet pooled around his waist, revealing his toned chest.

Wasting no time getting up and ready, Link swung his legs over the side of his bed and stood. Walking over to his dresser, he tripped over his shield that he had carelessly dropped on the floor the night before. Link landed on the floor with a thud, and cursed himself for not putting it away last night. Although not standard issue for a man of his rank, Link still carried his blue and silver Hylian shield he used not only as a child, but as an adult, but those were different times, a different reality.

He dressed quickly, putting on his crisp green tunic and hat. Smoothing his hair back with one hand, Link looked around for his other boot, he could see one at the foot of his bed, but not the other. After pulling the first one on, he crouched down by his bed, and swept his hand underneath.

Got it!

Link pulled the last one on and stood up, and examined his mess of a room. He had to be so collected and orderly around patrons of the castle and his men, but Link's chambers are the only place that he could be a mess, and he liked it that way. Maids offered every day to clean it up for him, but Link always refused.

After locating his scabbard that contained his sword, he swung it over his shoulder and tied it in place. This one was no master sword, that still lay hidden in the Temple of Time, but it was the best he could get. Biggoron a top Death Mountain crafted it for him, and this time the sword was to scale for Link. Oh, how the other officers envied his handcrafted sword, they all had to carry the identical standard issue ones, but not Link, he was what you call special.

Swinging his shield on his back Link walked out of his room and down the hall. He loved his position and the quality of his quarters, but what he didn't love was all the stairs he had to climb up and down every day. He trudged down the stone flight, his steps barely making a sound. After a few years of practice Link had learned how to descend the tower without even coming close to waking anyone up.

Link never really understood why he felt that he should be the first one up. It wasn't like he actually needed the extra training or anything. He guesses that it is because if his men see him pushing himself harder and training more and longer, they would follow suit. When Link joined the army it was, well shambles is such a crud term, but that's basically what it was like. General Rasche's leadership was strong, but not nearly strong enough.

Hyrule had not been majorly threatened before Link joined the army. It was a rich and powerful nation no country would even think about attacking, as none of them really comprehended that state of the Hylian army. Link was the first man to pass the Underage Admittance test in nearly fifty years; he believed that's why the men started training harder and longer.

It's not that they were afraid of him, per say. It's the fact that they didn't want a fifteen years old kid to show them up, which he could easily do without much effort at all. This is what scared them. Link was skilled with a blade, a bow, hook shot, boomerang, and even a slingshot. All of which he could best even an expert who had been training their entire life.

By now Link had reached the bottom of the stairs and began to head towards the main part of the castle. It was hard for him to get use to the grandeur of the palace, it was so much more ostentatious and elegant that his shabby little tree house in Kokiri Forest where he lived for the first half of his life.

He walked down a couple more narrow hallways before he came to the entrance to the Grand Hall. At times like these it was empty of anything, the lack of furniture made the place seem even more ominous. It is a pretty odd route to the training grounds, which is where he was headed. It wasn't the "official" route, but it was the most direct, and everyone used it.

As he entered he saw a white figure curled up on the Triforce of Wisdom. Link walked closed and could see a myriad of dark blonde hair fanned out flat against the floor.

Not Again.

General Rasche paced his office and chambers, fury dripping from his every breath and movement; along with every word he spoke the Colonel MacNab, who was sitting in an arm chair across the room.

"How dare they." He spitted his words across the room with more venom injected in his voice then the deadliest Hyrulian rattle snake. "Do they really think that they can replace me with some filthy, low life brat of a child?" Yelling the last word with overwhelming hate, he threw his rock glass containing his morning brandy, which he liked a little too much now a days, at the portrait of the royal family that was required to be hung in every military office. "I've been in this army for thirty years, that's longer than that bastard has even been alive. I'm only forty six Din damn it, I'm too young to be replaced!"

"All due respect Sir," Colonel MacNab replied, slightly shaken by Rasche's outburst, but it went unnoticed to the General. "It's all just rumors. You know how the courtiers just love to talk. Do you really think that the King would really replace you with Link?" He spat out Links name like it was a dirty word.

"Yes, I do." Rasche kept his eyes locked on the gray brick that surrounded the two.

MacNab countered that. "Just because he and Zelda are close doesn't mean that…"

"Don't you even bring up that little bitch." Rasche interrupted, rage overflowing in his voice. "Zelda has King Harkanian wrapped around her finger. Anything that she says, he'll do, especially regarding Link." Rasche's voice boomed. He wasn't a very large man, but his presence alone scared his soldier's silly. He was about five foot eight and had a large build, but wasn't huge. His black hair was shaved down to stubble, and his grey eyes had a sense of coldness about them that could pierce the bravest of minds. Rasche always wore a dark blue tunic, with medals of valor pinned to his left breast, signifying how many wars he had been in, and when he was honored. With thirty years of service under his belt, he could never wear them all at once.

Colonel MacNab, on the other hand, was actually quite lanky; he's not what you call a "physical" being. His mind is as sharp as a tack though. His battle techniques are famous for their intricacy and efficiency. MacNab's body was donned in a light gray uniform, very similar to Rasche's but was adorned with fewer medals. He had been in the military for about ten years, and at the bright age of twenty-six, he was the youngest man ever to be named Colonel that is before Link came along. "So what do you suppose we do about it?"

"You know his routine check Link is going on to Alicard next week?" Rasche turned his body towards the window and watched as the blazing sun begins to rise. A light orange shadow began to cast it's self at the edge of Castle Town as a few early morning merchants began to stumble out of their houses and make their way to the town's square.

"Yes?" MacNab questioned, yet he could still see where Rasche was going with this.

"Well," He turned around, a smirk came across his face and his grey eyes pierced MacNab's light green ones.

"What if he never comes back?"

A/N: So… what did you think? Review please! New chapter will be up soon, it will probably be up next Friday, I like the whole once a week thing. Thanks for reading!