A/N: Hey guys. This chapter's LITTLE boring, but next chapter will be better. I promise. I will have several OCs in this story and the first is introduced in this chapter. I own nothing but the OCs scattered throughout the story which I will tell you about. Hope you like it, because I was super excited to write it.

Link's POV

Soren had been motionless for days. I could've sworn he was getting better, but for the past three days, he hadn't moved an inch. He hadn't made a sound and he wouldn't accept food or drink.

I sighed, wearily, opening the door to Pipit's house. Zelda was napping on the wooden chair across from our patient. Her hand was tightly squeezing his.

I half-smiled and approached the bed. I looked down at Soren's green tinged face. He was sick, almost too sick to care for. Mallara kept trying though, no matter how bad he got and so did Zelda. I suppose it was their female instincts to care for someone that was hurt.

Word about Pipit's unknown house guest had spread when Mallara had run out of medicine. Although she begged me not to tell too many people, Soren needed the medicine, so we needed the help.

So as not to alarm anyone, we colored his hair brown rather than its natural blue. No one needed to know, so no one would know. We had all four agreed to that.

The worst part was that Soren's muscles were shrinking at an alarming rate. If he didn't wake soon, it wouldn't matter what we how much medicine we had or how well we bandaged him or fed him. His body would be too weak to heal. Like a baby bird who had never learned to fly.

I put a hand on Zelda's shoulder and gently shook her awake. "Hm?" She looked around slowly, then yawned. "Did I fall asleep again? How is he? Did he wake?"

I put both hands on her shoulders to keep her from standing up. "Calm down," I said, "He hasn't woken. Not to my knowledge anyway."

She sighed, heavily. "I'm so afraid, Link. I'm afraid that he'll never wake up. That I'll never get to hear his voice again. I don't want to fail." she said, her eyes brimming with tears.

"We won't fail, Zelda. It's going to be okay."

She sighed again.

I took her hand. "Come on. Your shift is over. Let me take care of him now. Go get yourself some rest, okay? That's an order."

She stood up, then squeezed Soren's hand one more time. "See ya, Link."

"Yeah. See ya later."

The door of the house squeaked shut. I sat down on the wooden chair.

Soren was still in the same position he was three days ago when I first spoke to him. I had put the rag over his eyes to help him sleep, but when he slept, he tossed and turned and screamed. I knew something was terribly wrong, but we couldn't pinpoint what it was. Then that was it. When he stopped tossing and turning, he stopped moving completely. He wasn't dead, but I knew he was close. There wasn't much we could do and no one could figure out what happened. He was healing perfectly, but then suddenly his body rejected the healing process.

I took a bowl of water from the bedside table and a spoon. We couldn't give up; we had to keep trying. I tilted his head up and spooned a bit of water into his mouth. I tilted his head back, but the water just spilled back out.

I sighed in frustration. He was still motionless. I tried again, putting several scoops of water into his mouth then quickly tilting his head back and holding his mouth shut. I waited.

A minute went by.

I opened his mouth again. A few droplets spilled out, but the rest had been swallowed.

I gasped in relief. Finally. It had been days since he had swallowed anything. It wasn't much, but it was something. It was hope.

I put a hand on Soren's forehead. He was warmer. I checked his pulse; it was a little better. I smiled, then frowned.

Something was wrong. His pulse was going faster. Too fast. He grunted.

I pulled back my hand.

Our patient started to jerked around. His fingers grasped the edges of the bed and he began to thrash. "No...no!" he yelled.

I grabbed his shoulders to hold him still. He raised his arm and backhanded me. Although his arms were weak, I flew back a few feet and hit my head on the wooden ground.

"Help!" he screamed.

I struggled to my feet and searched the nearby table, frantically. I grabbed the anesthetic syringe and ran back to the bed, my head spinning.

I ducked under another of his flying arms and pressed the needle into his arm. Soren made choking, coughing noises, then whimpered. He was asleep.

And this time I was terrified he would never wake again.

...

I didn't sleep well the previous night. The memory of Soren screaming had stuck.

Pipit said that after I left, he hadn't moved anymore. His pulse was slower too. I feared the worst. Every second could be the second he died and I wouldn't be there.

I sighed. Whoever was in the bath needed to hurry. I had knight duty in twenty minutes and someone was hogging all the hot water.

I knocked on the door.

"Just a minute!" called a female voice. A song floated through the door.

I leaned against the wall. The door flew open.

"Hello Link." It was Calandra, and she was only wearing a towel. "You called?" she said, wringing her long red hair out on the wood flooring.

"Shouldn't you do that on the stone floor? You'll ruin the wood."

She grinned a devilish grin. "I should, but I won't."

"And shouldn't you put some more clothes on before you go around talking to people?"

Her grin widened. "I should...but I won't." she said again.

I rolled my eyes.

Normally things would've been very awkward, but I knew Calandra fairly well and she was known to do things like this.

Calandra was the newest recruit in the Knight Academy, although I could never figure out why she joined in the first place. She complained, she talked during class, she could barely control her Loftwing, and she hated when people told her what to do. I wasn't even sure how we became friends.

She started braiding her hair. "So what do you need?" she asked.

"I need you to get out of the bath so that I can get in. I have to fly in a few minutes."

"Sorry, mister bossy pants. I have crap to do too. So if you could untwist your undergarments and sit your arse down, I'll finish up in here and it'll be all yours. Okay?" She slammed the door in my face.

I groaned.

Strike that. I REALLY didn't know how we ever became friends. But, despite her foul mouth and snappish attitude, she was a loyal friend. And she did listen, but only when she wanted to.

Five minutes later, she opened the door again, wearing a short blue dress.

"Huh? You going out or something?" I asked.

She rolled her eyes. "Yes Link. I'm going on a date...with my Loftwing." Her eyes lit up. "Hey. That's an idea."

"What? Dating your Loftwing?"

She ignored my remark. "How about you and me have dinner tonight. My house. Seven o'clock. Bye!"

I caught her arm before she could run. "Woah, woah. Slow down. I'm sorry, Cal. I can't go to dinner tonight. I'm very busy. Sorry."

She narrowed her eyes. "Oh yeah. You'll be real busy. Busy with what though? You don't have patrol duty tonight, intelligence."

I stuttered, looking for a competent answer.

"Well?"

"I am sorry, Cal. I'll be busy tonight. I can't come."

She scoffed and pulled her arm away. "I'm messing with you. I know that you're going to Pipit's house every night. I don't know why, maybe to hang out with your bro or something. But I've heard screaming and cries for help. What goes on in that house?"

I stepped back. "Have you been following me?"

"No! ... Sometimes. Just answer the question!" Her face was a little red.

I sighed. "Fine. I'll show you. But please don't tell anyone. I don't want a panic to run through Skyloft."

She drew a cross over her heart with her finger.

...

I quietly opened the door to Pipit's house. "Come on." I said.

Calandra tiptoed in behind me.

Pipit was sitting in the wooden chair now, but he was awake. "What's she doing here?" he asked, "No one should be here."

I shook my head. "She demanded to know."

"And you listen to her every whim?"

"Who is that?" Calandra interjected. She walked up to him, despite Pipit's complaints.

"That is what we've been hiding here." I answered.

She knelt down next to him. "He looks awful. What happened to him?"

Pipit stood up and straightened him tunic with a 'hmph!'

"We don't know." I replied, "We found him injured a few weeks ago. Took him in to heal him. He seemed fine. I spoke with him a few days ago, but next thing you know, he's out. He's only woken twice and both times he screamed and thrashed around. Like he was in immense pain."

She ran her fingers through Soren's ratty brown hair. "He looks ill. Maybe he's infected."

"Link, you need to escort her out." Pipit said, "She's not welcome in this house and she doesn't need to know about him."

"Why not?" she asked, turning on Pipit. She glared up at him.

"What good will YOU do?"

"For your information, snail eater, I was a doctor's apprentice before I entered the Academy. I can help. Why didn't you ask?" She turned back to Soren, while Pipit mouthed 'snail eater?' confusedly.

I walked over to her. "You were an apprentice?" I asked.

"Yeah. I wasn't that good, but I can help." She studied his face. "Who is he?" she asked.

"We don't know." I replied, "HE doesn't even know."

"He doesn't?"

"No. He has amnesia or something. He says he can't remember a thing about himself or what happened to him."

Cal continued looking him over. I grabbed the bowl of water from the table again.

"These scars," she said, examining his chest, "these are fairly new. Aren't they?"

I nodded, then poured the water into his mouth and held it shut.

"And he's been dormant for how long?"

"Four days now?" I looked over at Pipit, but he just shrugged. "Yeah about four days now." he said.

I held a rag under Soren chin to catch the unswallowed water droplets.

"Well he's probably not infected. You may have an unsanitized syringe or expired anesthetic. Can I see the syringe?" I reached behind me and handed her the needle.

"Well. It LOOKS clean. But to be sure, I'll take it to my old master for-" She was interrupted by a strangled groan.

My eyes widened. "Oh no." I said.

"He's waking up, isn't he?" Cal asked. "No. Worse."

A scream escaped Soren's mouth. The thrashing started. I grabbed the syringe and started towards his arm.

"No!" yelled Cal, "That could be unsanitized. You could be making it worse."

I hesitated. Pipit held down his arms. "Hurry." he said.

"Link, hand me the water bowl." I handed it to her, in a slight daze. She dipped her finger in. She licked it out then spit on the floor. "I know what to do. Hold him there, don't inject him. I'll be right back." She ran out the door.

Pipit grunted. Soren was starting to foam around the mouth. I realized what was wrong. "Hold him there. I'll be right back." I ran out the door, after the redhead.

She jumped over fences and dashed around walls. Eventually I lost sight of her. I stopped and scanned the area. She was nowhere to be seen.

A wooden plate stuck out a few feet away. I ran and leapt over the edge.

I raised my fingers to my mouth and whistled loudly. A screech echoed through the air and soft red feathers swooped underneath me. I twisted my fingers into the feathers.

"Hiya!" My crimson Loftwing shot into the air, allowing me to look over the entire island. My eyes locked onto Calandra's house.

I dove down, the wind whipping at my hair. My hat flew back. I grabbed it with one hand and clung to my bird with the other.

The ground loomed closer and closer. I jerked to the left and dropped, rolling as I hit the ground.

Cal ran up behind me and threw open the door. "I told you to stay with him." she said.

"Pipit's got him."

"For how long?" She threw open a pair of cabinets and tossed out several bottles.

I went to the other side of the house and opened another set of cabinets. "What are we looking for?" I asked, digging through vials and herbs.

"Small pink vial. Smells really foul. Forgotten where I put it." I closed the cabinets and yanked out several drawers, throwing items out as I went.

Pink, pink. Where was that vial? I flipped the drawer upside down, dumping out its contents. No vial.

"Here! Found it!" she exclaimed, "Grab a syringe and we're out of here!"

I scrabbled at the table to grab one before she seized my hand and pulled me back out the door.

I ran to the side with Cal in my grasp and jumped back onto my Loftwing. Cal screamed and wrapped her arms around my neck, almost strangling me to death.

I slipped off when we reached Pipit's house and Cal quickly followed. I fumbled with the doorknob before throwing the door open.

Soren's screams were silenced. Cal had the pink liquid filled syringe in her hand. Pipit wad nowhere to be seen.

We hurried to the bedside.

Soren's eyes were wide open, but rolled back to the whites. His mouth was open and foaming around the edges. His cheeks and fingers and legs kept twitching.

"Tilt his head to the side." Cal commanded, in a panicky voice.

I pushed his head over and Cal, closing her eyes, put the end of the needle into Soren's neck. She pressed the end in, then quickly removed it.

We waited.

Soren wheezed. His eyes slowly rolled back and his eyelids closed.

"He'll be okay." Cal said, "But I think I might throw up now." She ran out of the house.

I wiped my brow. A bit of color came back to Soren's cheeks. I sat in the wooden chair, then grabbed the bowl of water and poured it out the window.

Someone had poisoned Soren's water.

And I would find out who.

A/N: Wow. That was very exciting. I will probably just switch the POV from Soren to Link throughout the whole story, unless I just get tired of it and stick with Soren. I suppose you guys guessed that Calandra was the OC in this chapter. She has not, nor will she ever be in a Zelda game, because she's probably just a little too inappropriate for the game maker's tastes. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed. Next chapter in ? days. Because not even I know!