Here's another part of my long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, (five days later) long, long, long, long, long story.

I don't own anything here, only the storyline.

Link is nineteen. In this chapter I shall unleash a surprise that will shock you all! Maybe… Some of you will probably not share my point of view on what is to come in this chapter, but you won't be able to see it coming, not for a long shot.

And I wish for no flames just because of my little surprise please, but other reviews are welcome.

But listen to me babble on all day. Here it is, chapter two.

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Chapter II

Unexpected Guests

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Link woke early the next morning and jumped out of bed. Now that he was rested he could think straight about his situation. Link was 5'9". He had sandy blond hair. He was skinny but well built from all the years riding horseback, climbing trees, and stopping the goats from escaping the farm (and that certainly wasn't easy). He wore a blue-hoop earring in each of his pointed ears. He moved over to the closet and opened the door. There he put on the chainmaille shirt, his father's green tunic, and the soft leather boots he always wore when he thought there would be trouble ahead. He then took the sword his mentor had made him, placed it over his back and went out the door.

It was a beautiful day, but that made him feel worse. The thought of Midna suffering was tormenting his mind. In his thoughts he could clearly see her suffering all manner of tortures. He looked over to the lean-to where Epona was resting. Epona was Link's horse and she had helped him through many difficult times. He looked to his left and saw a black tail wagging. He dropped to one knee and ruffled the wolf's ears.

"Hello, Fang," he said to the wolf, a large smile on his face. Fang had recently been taken in by Link, when he was coming back to Ordon from one of his missions for the princess Zelda. Link had been riding Epona, deep in thought about Midna and what might have been if she hadn't have left, when he heard a whimper from the trees. He dismounted and headed in the direction of the sound. After a few minutes he found a wolf on the ground in the middle of a clearing. He knelt down to examine the body and found out that the wolf was gravely injured. 'Probably a fight for leadership,' he had thought. It was just like a wolf pack to fight over leadership. That was how they did it. The strongest wolf in a fight would determine a new leader. Fang was lucky Link came along when he did or she might have died.

He got up and walked to the village, Fang bounding behind him until he reached the village itself, where she hid and prepare to attack anyone who would look to threaten Link.

Not everyone was up yet, but Ilia was, and she was the person he needed to talk to. When Link was asleep his mind worked overtime on the situation he had. He eventually decided to go to Zelda today, and he needed to tell Ilia what he was doing. Ilia had been his closest friend for as long as he could remember and there was nothing he kept from her. Well…almost nothing as he thought of the Triforce of courage that he possessed, and of Midna, of the Twilight realm, and of the fact that his father and he were both once the hero of legend.

She waved at him as he made his way toward her. Link panicked. What was he going to say to her? So long, Ilia, I'm going to see the princess Zelda so she can help me find my true love?

'I am going to die,' he thought.

"Hi, Link," said Ilia when Link reached her. She was eighteen years old, quite pretty, and the daughter to Mayor Bo. Bo was a rather round figure but also strong. In fact Bo was one of two men to actually beat a Goron in a hand-to-hand fight. Link was the other, but that was a long story.

"Hi, Ilia," he said to her. "I ah…just wanted you to know that I'm going away for a while."

"Where are you going?" she asked him.

"I'm…going to see princess Zelda over a matter of the bandits in the woods." Which was actually somewhat true. There had recently been some bandits spotted in Ordon and Faron woods. Link and Rusl, (his old mentor) had been able to stop most of them, but not all, and they both knew they needed more men, even ones as cowardly as the Hyrule armies. "I've got to do something about it and I thought this would be as good a time as any to see her about it."

There was a flash of light and then a voice. "I thought you were going to find the one you love."

Ilia screamed. Link spun on his heels and saw, to his surprise, a tall, elegant woman in a green and silver silk dress. She had flowing red hair that reached her shoulders, and her eyes were a deep green. She wore a triforce ring on her right hand and Link had a pretty good idea who this was.

"Farore, goddess of courage." Link quickly bowed on one knee, head down. Farore blushed. She wasn't accustomed to being bowed to by anyone. The goddesses tended to keep a low profile when it came to mortals.

Unless they thought they were handsome, of course.

"Get up," she said and Link rose. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?" she said to Link as she noticed Ilia.

"This is Ilia. My best friend."

"I'm delighted to make your acquaintance, Ilia," Farore said as she curtsied. Ilia did a small, rather awkward bow.

"Why are you here?" Link asked Farore.

"Isn't it obvious?" came a second voice. This one came from Link's left. He turned and saw a woman in a red and black silk dress.

"Din, goddess of power," said Link.

Din had black hair that reached her waist, her eyes were a deep blue and, like her sister, she was tall and elegant and had a Triforce ring on her right hand.

"We're here to help in the task ahead of you," came a third voice. Link didn't need to look to know it was Nayru, the goddess of wisdom. Nayru wore a simple blue silk dress, and had hazel eyes. Nayru didn't have a ring. Instead she had a Triforce necklace, and unlike her sisters, her blond hair was cut short.

She was the prettiest of the goddesses, Link decided.

"However, Ilia will have to go," said Din with some form of disgust in her voice.

"Come, come now, Din" said Nayru. "You really don't need to sound so bitter just because she's Link's friend and he beat the one you chose."

Din glared at her sister like this was something they had already argued over. Nayru rolled her eyes to the heavens, smiled at Link and winked, who blushed at her beauty.

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Ilia had protested when Link asked her to leave but eventually agreed to go to her house and leave Link with the goddesses. Link then showed them into his house. Din made a small throne for herself made of solid black stone with gold engravings along the edges in ancient Hylien. The other two simply took the chairs Link offered.

"You know, Ilia was not supposed to know I was chosen by you, Farore," Link told them as the three goddesses sat down. "Why are you here?"

"I told you, we're here to help you find Midna," said Nayru.

"Why do you want to help her? I thought YOU were the ones who banished her people." He pointed a finger at the goddesses in turn.

"We banished the ones who constructed a weapon designed to destroy life," said Farore. "You can't blame us for stopping greedy, power hungry monsters." She looked away from him. "We didn't know their descendants would grow to be a peaceful race that would know nothing of greed or anger or hate." She looked back at Link with real feeling for him in her eyes. "I'm so sorry that you feel that way for her."

"I can read the symptoms of love, and with you it's like reading an open book," put in Nayru.

"And so we're bound to help you get her back," said Din. Link got the feeling that she didn't like him very much.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked them.

"We want you to go to the temple of time ruins in the Sacred Grove, pull out the master sword, and save Midna," Farore said.

"But the mirror was destroyed. How to you propose I get in when the mirror is gone?" he asked with an eyebrow raised.

"There is another way in, but a Twili will have to be with you," said Farore.

"I know, for a light dweller to enter twilight he or she must have the cooperation of a Twili. But how am I going to get in?"

"You have the way in behind that painting," said Nayru, pointing at Midna's portrait.

"The sea chart?" he asked. Nayru nodded. "How did she know that there was another way in?"

"She probably didn't. It had a Triforce seal on it," said Farore. "She simply put two and two together and thought it would help. She is a smart one, you know."

"I know all that, but that still leaves us with the question, why are you here?" he said.

"I am the goddesses of love, Link," said Nayru, smiling.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"As the goddess of love, and you Farore's chosen," she said, "I must help you."

Link was speechless. Could they help him after all? Of course they could, they were goddesses weren't they? "So what do you have for me?" he asked. It was only logical that they give him something to help him on his journey. After all, they took the trouble of coming to him. Why not?

Farore smiled and slowly raised her arms to their fullest extent. Nayru did the same. Only Din looked as if she didn't want to do this, but she raised her arms too. The Triforce of courage started to emit a golden glow on the back of Link's left hand and he felt a small pain in his back. It slowly grew stronger and he could feel it rising onto his back. He was blinded by pain, but his legs and the rest of his body felt stronger. Just as it reached the unbearable point, it stopped. He opened his eyes. The goddesses were smiling, even Din, but she wasn't smiling at him. He looked down, looking for a sign of change.

"Maybe if you looked at your back," said Farore.

Link looked at his back and gasped. Before this point he had been human, but now there were white angel wings on his back.

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A few hours later, Fado, the village farmer, would come to Link's house and ask for his help, but he wouldn't be there. Link, like his father before him was leaving to save his world from destruction, and find the one he loved.

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I told you there would be a shocking surprise. So? What do you think? Please let me know, I'm eager to know what you think about it.