Everything will be more intricate, the layout of places, such as Termina. The map as depicted in games would have to expand to accommodate other housing and just the general modernization of cars and et cetera. Kind of like a mini city, I suppose.

I apologize for the inconvenience if you're reading my original.

Solemn Departure

All and sundry were aware of his situation. The silence was overwhelming; he often sought comfort in isolation but this was extreme. The students who laughed were mute; fearing they'd step on eggshells by saying anything potentially offensive. Owlan never bothered Link, asleep or not. He would've slept peacefully in Owlan's class but… sleep was the farthest from his mind. In the middle of the week, he decided to abandon school completely. The blonde was too lost in thought. Saria hardly talked to him; he wasn't apt, completely unresponsive at times. Her usual sparkly eyes were gloomy but she was determined to offer her beaming smile. The time they had was short, much too short. His childhood friend grieved his loss, she hated that he was going to have to leave. So did Link, but he was on his own. Her heartrending face burned into his thoughts.

Clock Tower was his safe haven. It was far from home, being that he lived on the outskirts of Clock Town; his parents preferred suburbia over urban any day. He understood why; constant earsplitting headaches, heaps of folks and stray mutts but Link enjoyed all the hustle and bustle. He needed distractions right now after… He scrunched his brows and watched as a mongrel terrier tackled a Deku Scrub. The poor thing squirmed and hurriedly waddled away as the pup was on its tail; soon a gang of them followed after. Someone needs therapy; maybe they thought the scrub was a giant stick to chase? He chuckled; refuting the idea in which dogs would have unreasonable hatred for random Deku Scrubs. They love me, so… I suppose it doesn't matter. He leaned against the creaky wooden platform, staring directly up at the clock's ticking face. Whenever he'd hit rough patches, star gazing became his past time; every click of the tower lulled him.

I should be getting home soon; tomorrow's the final day…

...

Perpetually agitated, he kicked away the sheets. "Of all nights I want to sleep and I can't!" Link propped himself up against the headboard. Anju was kind enough to offer to keep him; it was better than being forced into the Stock Pot Inn. He wasn't far from home, not that he wanted to go there but he felt minor comfort being somewhere familiar. She had a spare bed where he stood, frustrated by the overpowering sense of weakness. Link couldn't bear to go near his own house, he felt so feeble. How should I feel? After everything is taken away… Should I become a squalling milksop? Am I supposed to be strong? Pretend I'm alright? He decided to choose the latter and wondered what exactly happened to his parents. He couldn't help but feel responsible. Maybe if I was home earlier... didn't stay after school... walked home faster... maybe... The blonde jumped when Anju knocked and peeked in. She appeared petrified, Link assumed it was because the heavy weight of loss. However, is was past midnight making her presence peculiar.

"Link? Are you awake?" the red haired woman shimmied over in her puffy blue slippers.

"I am…" Unfortunately.

Anju turned on the bedside lamp, dark bags curled under her tired eyes, worry lined her face. She was obviously distressed and Link could sense something was on her mind. He placed a hand on her shoulder and, immediately, she pulled him into a hug. His face burned as he was forced uncomfortably close to her bosom. "Link, there's something I should tell you but I'm afraid you'll do something reckless… promise me you won't do anything stupid?" He nodded along, finding comfort in the embrace. Anju looked ever so hesitant. She even tried to leave, mumbling "Forget it" but Link held her in place, making her stay. After a few quiet moments, her resolve became clear, she finally broke the silence. "Link, I saw your parent's killers."

"!" Link tried to pull away from her but failed, partially because her breast was comfy.

"They threatened to kill me if I said anything; they'd torture me slowly and end my life in the worst way possible!" Anju bit her lip, tears falling uncontrollably from her cobalt eyes. "Goddesses, Link, I was going to keep quiet, but seeing you like I did, your retribution mattered more. I had to tell you. They're watching me now; I feel their eyes on me, the shadows, those thieving Gerudo women!" She clenched her teeth tightly. "I want to so badly speak. I want to tell the truth, but I don't want to die either… They threatened my life, almost killed me. What would you do? Do you hate me?" Hysteria was taking over.

"Anju," his voice was soft. "It's not your fault…"

Link held Anju tight while she let rivers flow. The blonde rubbed her back to try and comfort her. Her form shook violently as she cried for what seemed like hours. Link was left in thought. Gerudo, where have I heard that before? Then it clicked. The Gerudo Desert; the location of the most notorious civilization and enemies of Hyrule. My parents were involved with the Gerudo? Link shivered at the thought. What did my parents do? Gerudo were known for their cunning, agility, and ruthlessness. He frowned as the warmth left his chest. Anju got up and walked out whispering "I'm sorry" repeatedly. I'll have to figure that out some other time… Link threw himself onto his pillows, having some of his anxiety eased by the confrontation. Slumber embraced him.

...

Some neighbors were kind enough to scrub down his house; this eased him a bit knowing he had to step back inside. His anxiety was unrelenting. The case was pretty much closed the day it was open. He had to pack one day or another; he left it to the last hour. He fumbled with his keys until he unlocked the door. Link slid inside and stood for a moment. It was as if nothing had happened but it still seemed empty. He took a deep breath and steadily walked up the staircase to his bedroom. Under his bed was a brown suitcase that he pulled out onto his mattress. It was a roller so it would be easy to drag around. Link went through his drawers and gathered the clothes he desired and neatly piled them into his suitcase. His cerulean eyes examined what was on his wall. Pictures, pictures of Link's parents and himself. They were all laughing, smiling and playing. Mom… Dad… Link sighed inwardly. He grabbed his favorite photograph and carefully placed it into one of the various compartments.

Link walked over to one of his dressers and pulled open the top drawer. He lugged out a bolted timber box. The blonde unlocked the chest and there stood his glorious ocarina. His parents gave it to him two weeks ago for his birthday. He was still practicing, trying to memorize all the songs. Link was told it was handed down, generation to generation, from a war hero long before his birth or his grandparents for that matter. His ancestor was a man nicknamed "The Hero of Time" during the Great War. It was supposedly once imbued with magical power but, if there were any magic left, it was long gone. Link held the delicate instrument close to his chest, the Triforce symbol on the neck of the ocarina glowed in the dim light of his room. He placed it back in the box and firmly twisted the key to hear a click from the lock. Link placed it in his suitcase and zipped it closed. He carried his luggage downstairs and took a hold of the knob, relishing for the last time in what he had called home for 16 years.

Anju was waiting outside along with an officer who was to escort him to the airport. They, begrudgingly, said their goodbyes with a final embrace. The cerulean eyed teen became slightly depressed when they passed Bombchu High. They're probably all in class right now… He spent his freshman and sophomore year there. He was a junior, practically just starting this year and now he had to go to a whole other country. He zoomed past his school and past all the houses, leaving him to gaze at dense forest and various shrubbery. Link sunk deep into the leather seat of the police vehicle. Termina airport came into view. The officer accompanied Link and gave him specific directions for when his flight for Twili was ready to take passengers. The blonde sighed in regret, already missing home.

"Link!"

"Saria?" he was tackled by his friend. "You came?"

"Of course, you dummy!" she punched his arm. "You can't rid of me so easily." She smiled and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist. "I can't believe this is happening… it's all so sudden." Her heart had sunk and Link was doing his best to carry that weight.

He gripped her tightly, feeling his chest heat up. "Saria… I don't want to leave you."

"I know, Link," she kissed his cheek. "I don't want you to leave either."

He knew what she felt; the way she treated him was like a brother. The blonde held his cheek where the innocent smooch had been imprinted on his skin. He knew he shouldn't have interpreted it in any other way but the sudden fear of being utterly alone drove him to hold her chin. Forgive me… He stared into her emerald pools; he could tell she was nervous like a deer caught in headlights. Just once… Link leaned in, kissing her smooth lips. He tried to pull her in closer but she began to struggle. The blonde frowned, trying to contain the warmth but she shoved him away.

"Link, you're not right," Saria was on the verge of tears, her face flushed. "You're not okay right now, don't make me believe something that doesn't exist."

"Saria, I…" his flight was called. "I'm sorry…" He tried to hug her but she backed away. Dejected and hurt, Link grabbed his suitcase and walked off to meet his flight.

"Link…" She lightly caressed her lips. She watched solemnly as the plane took off. "Link… why?" She placed her hand on the cold glass as her tears fell silently. "Don't you realize I love you?"

Link sunk in his chair. The blonde was completely embarrassed, completely unsure of what he did. I'm sorry, Saria… His cerulean eyes stared off into the horizon.

Just friends…

Some things will be the same, like certain situations I will have occur but the entire story within itself will be rewritten. The plot, the purpose of the story, still remains. Although, I added a bit more to it, make it complex and interesting for those who read the original :)