A/N: Thanks to everyone who read the prologue. I hope you will enjoy this chapter.

If I owned Zelda, Link would be seen without his shirt half the time and he would have kissed Malon at least once. Since none of that has happened, it is safe to assume ownership of The Legend of Zelda does not belong to me. Enjoy!

~Moon White Rose

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~Chapter 1~

Strange; perhaps that was the word she was looking for to describe this… feeling? Emotion? She wasn't even sure what she was feeling; let alone what to call it. A sigh that could almost be called musical escaped out of her mouth and lingered in the air, sounding almost like a taunt.

This was not typical behavior for Farore, the goddess of Courage. Normally her laughter could be heard throughout her and her sisters' heavenly home, but not now, or lately for that matter. She paid no attention to where she was walking, so she didn't feel the transition from cloud to sun warmed stone on her bare feet. Only when a Blessed Butterfly flew lazily past her face did she realize her surroundings.

She was in one of the many gardens of her realm. Sullenly she kicked at a loose rock and watched it bounce down the path until it landed with a "splash!" in a small pool. She had done it again. Following the rock, she too went down to the pool, but instead of going in, she settled at the edge.

"What's wrong with me?" After a second of silence, a butterfly landed on her hand, making her smile. "I suppose you can't tell me, can you?" Realizing her hand wasn't a flower the blue insect took to the air and in seconds was out of sight. "I thought not."

So that still leaves me to wonder what's the matter with me, she inwardly mused. Shifting in an attempt to get more comfortable, her foot slid into the cool water of the pool. It happened to be a Watching Pool. At just one word she could see anything in Hyrule… which suddenly gave her an idea that had become over the short space of a year a common thought.

"Show to me my Chosen One." The water began to swirl and take on a green hue. The motion stopped abruptly and the water became filled with the image of her Chosen, Link the Hero of Time. Almost immediately a blush colored her cheeks and she looked away. He was at the moment helping his friend Malon with ranch work, but since Hyrule was currently in the grip of a very hot summer, he had decided his traditional green tunic was not a necessity. His toned top half was on display and it alarmed Farore that a small part of her enjoyed what she had glimpsed.

Waving an arm over the pool, the image vanished. The part of her that liked what it had seen protested something that took her by surprise. What was going on with her? Perhaps it was time to talk with Nayru. Surly her wise sister could help her. Jumping to her feet, Farore headed to the place she knew her sister would be.

The Great Library housed numerous scrolls and volumes and was one of Nayru's favorite places. The smell of ink, paper, and wood assaulted Farore upon her entrance and the first sight to greet her was the back of her sister's head, her glossy blue waves cascading around her like a veil. She cleared her throat. Nayru jumped and turned to face her, a hand going to her heart.

"Farore!" she gasped, "you startled me!" Farore smiled apologetically, not exactly sure as to what to say. Nayru gazed at her curiously as she closed the book she had been reading.

"Do you need something?" Nayru's response was a small nod. She smiled at her sister and motioned for Farore to join her. "Please, sit."

"Sister," began Farore, "I wish I had your wisdom, for I am being tormented by something I cannot name."

"When did this… tormenting begin my sister?" The concern in Nayru's voice was as clear a summer sky, and it made her smile, despite all that she was feeling. Talking to Nayru had been a wise decision.

"A year ago, by Hylian standards, I believe. It was vague then, hardly noticeable, but now…."

"That was when Ganondorf was sealed away by our Chosen and the Sages. I'm still somewhat surprised that Link refused Zelda's offer of returning him to his childhood." Farore was quick to reply.

"I'm not. He matured over his quest… he was no longer a child in an adult's body by its end."

"True enough. So, around that time, something happened. I agree you have not been yourself for quite a while. Over this past year, what have you done different that you have not done in centuries past that would lead to a change in behavior?" The question made Farore think.

What had she done different, if anything? As her mind replayed the events of the year, her gaze shifted from her folded hands to a nearby crystal window. Sunlight was spilling in; casting dozens of tiny rainbows on the floor, and the world beyond was something that would steal any mortals' breath. To her however, it was familiar; almost border lining on boring. Suddenly, it dawned on her one thing she had done differently.

"There was something. I started watching Li-… my Chosen more closely. I don't know why, I…I just did."

"Go on," Nayru encouraged.

"It was only a bit at first, but as each day passed I watched him more and more. That was when I noticed I was starting to act different."

"How so?" asked Nayru playfully. Farore rolled her eyes.

"As if you don't know, your wiseness, but if you wish for me to humor you, than I shall. I get lost in thought more, and he's the one I think about when I do. In fact, the tiniest things make him the center of my thoughts. Sometimes I watch him and hours go by without my knowing. And when that happens, I feel weird… in my stomach." The reaction to this confession that Farore was expecting was not the one she got.

Nayru stiffened ever so slightly and her warm gaze transformed into a cold glare. Her hands clenched the armrests of her chair, and when she spoke, her voice was soft, but strained.

"Anything else Farore?" Farore grew uneasy at her sister's sudden change in demeanor. Had she done something wrong? Should she mention what she had seen?

"I was at a Watching Pool, and requested to see him. He was at Lon Lon Ranch… void of his tunic… and while I was embarrassed, I also liked it." Nayru's already pale skin became even whiter, and her eyes slid close.

"I don't understand," she muttered, "how can this be possible?"

"How can what be possible?" Farore demanded. Nayru opened her eyes and stared Farore directly into hers.

"It's… love."

"What's so wrong with that? I love you and Din, so what's wrong if I have love for my Chosen?" Personally, Farore was relieved this was the problem. If it was just love for her creation, then what was wrong with that?

Nayru's next words made her realize the problem.

"No Farore, it's not that you have love for Link, you're in love with Link. You've become infatuated with a mortal, something that should never, ever happen."

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A/N: First chapter done! I really am having fun with this fic. Now, thanks to:

StraightedgeWingZero: Yes, this is an interesting pairing. Thanks for the review!

Farore: I'm glad you liked the prologue! Got an account yet? A million hugs to you as well!

Fight 4 Randomness: Happy you like it! Hope you stick around for the rest; it'll be one wild ride.

LadyDM: Yes, I'll continue this, but time may be an issue. Glad you like it. Also, Fate is a Strange Mistress should get updated soon, and that's going to be a chapter you won't want to miss. PM me sometime, I miss our chats. ;)

Dark Link: Thanks for the complements, and from one of my favorite Zelda villains of all time. Oh, if only you knew the ideas you have given me… hehehe.

Until next time.

~Moon White Rose