Most Zelda games will be referenced here. Hyrule is the name of the country which is held together by separate regions. Twili (the land of Twilight Princess), Jikan (Meaning "Time" in Japanese, the land for OoT), Skyloft will be the land of Skyward Sword but it'll be kind of like a reserve, something not touched by those who aren't Hylian (Meaning if you have regular non elf ears, you no touch, something scarce in modern Hyrule). Tribes live there such as the Kikwi and Skyloftians who fly large birds and et cetera. Repeated things, such as Kakariko Village, Zora's Domain and Lake Hylia will be combined into one and remain only in Hyrule and have its own territory. That will be the land of Hyrule without the Royal Family governing it. Mayors from every town and city meet and discuss all issues and mayors. They then report to the governor of the region and all of the regions discuss whatever. You get the idea. Termina is its own country. This might be it, as far as the map goes.

My apologies to those in the middle of reading my original story.

Significant changes have been made but the plot remains.

New Beginnings

He hated planes. Nothing could express his massive distaste for this contraption. He took doses of medication to put him under. Children screaming and being squeezed between two other passengers; no. This was not okay with Link. The turbulence was the last straw so he figured it was best to placate himself with drugs. After being released from airplane limbo and experiencing the baggage carousel, the blonde stepped into the lounge and searched for familiar faces. They were supposed to meet him here. Everyone was everywhere. Hyrule was a popular country and Twili was one of the more diverse areas. He vaguely recalled Owlan's class, remembering this region was named Twili because of the natives who were nearly wiped out but, after time, were able to live peacefully with Hylians and other various inhabitants because of their Princess, Queen, something or another or so they say. Where they went was a whole other question. It all happened so long ago... he also never really paid attention to Owlan.

"Heyyy!" Rusl waved from a distance. "Link!"

Link turned just in time to be tackled by Colin, "Whoa, hey!" He grinned and tousled the blonde boy's hair. "Almost got me there!" He took his young cousin's hand and walked over to his uncle.

"It's been forever, Link, I'm sorry about what happened," Rusl expressed his condolences. "I'm sure your mother and father are being cared for by the Goddesses." He pulled him into his arms and hugged him tight, giving him a few slaps on the back. "Welcome home."

Home… Link grimaced but smiled softly right after. "Mom wouldn't have me anywhere else."

Rusl grinned and firmly held his nephew's shoulder, "Well, I'm honored." He pulled him under his arm. "Uli is waiting to see you at home," he took Colin's hand as they started to walk towards the exit. "She's going to make an excellent pumpkin stew tonight." They left the airport and exited the city, walking down the cobblestoned steps; away from what Link had come to know when he visited. Colin was happily walking beside Link while humming a tune that seemed vaguely familiar to him. Then it clicked, Saria's Song. His cousin was humming the song he had shown him. Saria…

"My birthday's coming up and I was wondering…" Saria fiddled her thumbs. "Can I know what you got me?"

Link laughed hysterically, making her frown, "Link, I'm being serious!"

He slapped his knee and slowly relaxed, stifling his chuckles, "You want me, the keeper of all secrets, to tell you what I got you for your birthday?" he scoffed. "You must be high or something."

"Link, please!" Saria pouted and tugged at his hand. She evoked a blush and a bunch of muttering noises that sounded like "Don't make that face…"from Link.

"Oh, Goddesses…" he tried to look away. "Saria, no…" She forced herself into his line of sight, looking as pathetic as possible. "Aw…" Link shook his head. "C'mon…"

"Link…" Saria held his face in place. "Please?"

"Ugh! Alright! Fine! So impatient!" his cerulean eyes rolled. "But this is the last time you ever get an early birthday present."

Link took out the ocarina Saria had made him when they were in seventh grade. It was wooden, painted olive and light brown. He placed his lips on the mouth piece and carefully blew eleven notes, making a harmonious melody soon after. He tapped his foot to create a tempo. His face flushed when Saria stared in awe and smiled like the sun itself when Link stopped playing.

"Oh, Link!" She hugged him. "Thank you! That was wonderful! That was the best present ever!"

Link sighed in relief, he was glad he got her something good. "You're welcome!" Link grinned and hugged her back.

"Why are we walking away from the city?" Link distracted himself.

"We moved to a quaint village named Ordon just south of the city," Rusl grinned. "We needed to get away from Twili City, it's actually quite nice. It's simpler, you know?" He laughed heartily, "The best thing is we have plenty of money, so we went bought some really cool stuff."

"Like a car?"

"Like a car," they were a few feet from a vehicle. "But, we have something else for you." There were only dirt roads. Hyrule was strict when it came to nature. Termina was careless when compared to Hyrule. Hyrule's fuel and energy relied on corn, water, wind, and sunlight. They tried their best to preserve the land; hence Twili, Jikan, Kakariko with Death Mountain, Lake Hylia and a place called Skyloft Reserve which focused solely on the preservation of ancient tribes and untouched habitat. Skyloftians only took kindly to Hylians with pointed ears, or so he had heard once in class. Long, pointed ears meant one was able to hear special messages from the Goddesses and was a trait if one held the blood of Hylia. Well then, mighty Goddesses, is telling me why you have my parents considered a special message? Link rubbed his pointed ears, hearing nothing. I guess not. They hopped in the vehicle and drove down the only given path. The car only started if the keys were near it. Link was extremely confused, wondering how a civilization could be so advanced but live like the ancients.

I'm sure my parents would've enjoyed this, he thought as they drove through the open field towards a smaller path south of the city which, Link would only assume, led to Ordon. They followed a single path and passed under a wooden arch. They passed a man with afro styled hair whom Rusl waved to as the man sat by a pot over the fire. Dandelions coated the ground with the healthiest grass Link had ever seen. The foliage and underbrush looked gorgeous. The trees were huge and light streaked through the branches and leaves. The car hummed as it turned right through a tunnel made of pure rock. Exiting the tunnel, a spring glistened, water falling from rocky outcropping, forming a pool of sparkling liquid. Stones jutted in the back marked with ancient Hylian symbols. Just past that venue, cars were parked. He couldn't help but bang his head hard against the window.

"Are you okay, Link?"

"Yeah, uncle," he held his head and muttered. "Just a little aneurysm from sheer lack of common sense."

"What?"

"Nothing."

They walked through a smaller path leading to a bridge with a wooden arch stating, "Welcome to Ordon." A huge, seemingly bottomless fissure was daunting as someone could easily fall and die while crossing. The rope left thick gaps in between and swayed ever so slightly with the breeze. Goddesses, don't let me die here. After crossing with much hesitation on Link's behalf, on their immediate left was another fresh water spring. Little waterfalls fed the large pool. It seemed like a miniature beach with the random appearance of sand but the water looked so crisp and refreshing; Link didn't bother questioning it. Similar rocks jutted out as well with the similar markings from the previous spring. They walked further along the path, everything looked like overly dramatic paintings of nature but the teen was growing quite fond of the scenery.

They came across a humongous tree and with it was carved a tree house. It looked like an actual home, just within a tree. Rusl was already climbing up the ladder. The blonde scrambled up behind him after he let Colin head up first. They opened the finely crafted, wooden door and stepped inside. Link stared in awe, surprised by the amount of space and detail. "We created this for you and your parents. You should've seen Colin; he's become quite the little craftsman. Of course, we didn't do this all alone, we had many people help us since we wanted to finish this project in less than a year." Link was only capable of mouthing "Wow."

The light poured in from the open ceiling above; lighting up the entire room. He traced the hand carved wall. There were shelves, cupboards, cabinets, a table, chairs, all handmade. The designs on the wall used the tree itself to create branches, giving it that forest edge. They didn't cut the entire tree it appeared as if huge branches were jutting through the house from the ceiling but Link felt that was the intention considering the design to begin with. Some other things were bought, of course; such as pots, containers, books, plants, boxes and barrels of probably water or storage. Speaking of plants, Link looked to his immediate right and noticed a potted plant on a large cupboard. Right above the plant was… dried corn… tied to strings hanging from a rope tied to two beams. How "quaint" is this place?! Do we have to grind our own corn? Link also noticed a large basin with a towel hanging over it. Do I… do I have to bathe with that? He pinched the bridge of his nose as he banged his head against the cupboard.

"Link, you alright?"

"Yeah…" he muttered. "I'm adjusting."

Link walked around, seeing he had his own place for cooking which was an enclosed ball of metal with a gaping hole to cook. A pot hung inside, ready to brew up something tasty. A metal pipe let the smoke and steam out through the back of the tree. Link looked around, being told the quilts, rugs, and curtains were all sown by Uli. Pictures hung along the walls and were placed on the desks. To the right. the entrance to the basement could be accessed by ladder. A good portion of his parents belongings were already down there along with his stuff to unpack. Link decided to climb up the ladder to his left. There lied two bean bags in either corner, more books, pictures which sat upon another low table. Another ladder led to a hay filled mattress with a window that poured in light from the sun. He could easily observe the stars. They made him shelves, dressers, cupboards, heck; they even made him a basement! Link didn't have words as he climbed down; he couldn't explain how happy he felt that they went through all that trouble to make something so amazing for him and his parents. It looked like a legitimate house but the change was so drastic. This was his home now. He was here to stay.

"Great, isn't it?"

Link bobbed his head. The blonde grinned and rubbed his eyes. He hugged both his cousin and uncle, thanking them for their hospitality. He suddenly felt tired, the impact of change, this entire day was hitting him hard.

"Colin, go tell mom that our boy, here, will be able to see her in a few minutes." The child obeyed his father and Rusl grasped nephew's shoulder. "Link, you'll be going to Hyrule High School tomorrow in Twili City."

"Tomorrow, huh?" the teen rubbed the back of his neck. "That's pretty sudden but I guess I suppose I can do that…"

"Link," Rusl made him look up. "I know this is tough, it's tough on all of us but you have us and we'll take care of you. You have our love and your parents will always reside in your heart. They rest in peace with our beloved Goddesses and remember, your blood holds ancient power. You're related to the Hero of Time. Always remember that. You retain the power of courage, you're a strong boy and I know you can handle just about anything that comes at you. I know it's hard but you'll find a way to cope." With that being said, Rusl walked out.

"He's right, I can do this…" Link walked out as well to go meet his aunt. "When the times get tough, the tough got to be tougher." He ran out to meet with his loved ones. "Aunt Uli!" The teen held his mouth closed. "You're pregnant, again!" Link muffled his speech with his hands. "Holy Goddesses!" He banged his head against the tree.

She laughed at her hysterical nephew, "It's nice to see you too, Link, I'm sorry about all that's happened. I hope you can enjoy living here with us…" She pulled him into an embrace.

Link stared down at her protruding belly, nodding along to her words.

"We have one more surprise for you…" Rusl smiled. "Close your eyes."

The teen obliged and waited patiently. He heard his uncle step behind, towards the underbrush next to his tree house.

"You can look now."

He turned around, slightly excited only to falter. He coughed, grinned and resisted smashing his face into the wall.

"We got you a mountain bicycle so it can handle this terrain and you could take yourself to school when I can't!" he grinned. "It's a beauty, isn't it?"

"Mmmhm, yeah," Link plastered a dumb grin onto his face. "I love it!"

"Alright now," Uli smiled. "It's getting late, how about we all have some dinner?"

They took this time to walk into the town, Link, apparently, lived just outside it. A lake fed a water mill and various houses either lie near the water or opposite. A straight path led to the goat herder and his field. Most of these houses seemed small and supported one family. Another house was built inside a tree like Link's and past that was Rusl's abode. Across from Rusl was the mayor who seemed to have the biggest house of all. Link greeted the neighbors as Rusl knocked on each of their doors. The final one being the mayors. He couldn't figure out how Ilia, the daughter of the mayor, could be genetically related to Bo. Then again, nothing had made sense so far.

They all shuffled into the little Rusl's home to eat stew. Soon after, they all went to bed. After saying good night, Link stumbled up the ladders to his bed. The teen sat on his mattress. He peeled off his clothes and laid down in his boxers. Not being able to sleep, he tossed and turned. Link's mind was all jumbled up; all his emotions were killing him. I wonder how Saria is doing… Link sighed and stared at the ceiling. He recalled her tear stained face. He held up his cell phone, contemplated texting her but tossed it aside. We can freaking text from hundreds of miles away but I have to take a bath with a bucket. He banged his head against the wall. This place was nothing like Termina. Goddesses, help me.

Can you imagine Link riding a bicycle? I sure as hell can't. I was tempted to give him one of those little squeaky horns but I decided, let me not torture Link too much xD