Chapter 6

I run and run until I cant run anymore. I don't even notice where I'm going till I stop. It's only when I look up do I realize I'm in the Haunted Woods. I shrug, figuring there probably isn't a safer place to be. Nobody would expect anybody to come here. I crouch down and walk through the forest, making almost no noise. That's another thing I've had to learn on my travels. When you have 50 soldiers following you, you don't have much choice. I reach the creek and am about to come out to get a drink when I hear footsteps. Pounding, running footsteps. I immediately stop and shrink back into the bushes, thinking it's the Chixes. After about 5 seconds though, I realize it's a single person , so I step out a little and look around. Suddenly, A teen of about 17 jumps out, followed by a fairy. I quickly push into the bush, camouflaging myself. Stupid. He hears it and looks around, trying to find the person who made the noise. My instincts suddenly take control, forcing me to jump out at him . Only it's not my instincts, and I know it. This teen, or hero, or whoever he is, radiates A LOT of light, making the part of myself trained against anything to DO with light scream in anger and lash out. I do my best to not use my magic or spikes and jump off, panting. I look up and realize that the teen, or whoever he is, has his sword drawn. It is pointed at where my heart would have if I had continued my course through the air at him. That means he must be a excellent swordsman I think. The teen takes a step towards me, cautious, sword still raised. I raise my hands

"Sorry" I say, shrugging "natural instinct against all things that represent light. And you, my friend, have a LOT of it." I slowly struggle to get up, realizing that I would have a lot of bruises in the morning. When I finally do manage to get up, I realize this person put his sword back already. I put out my hand.

"Sorry about that. My names Zene. What's yours?" I ask, realizing that I probably should have some manners after attacking this teen.

"Link" he says, shaking my hand. We both look at each other for a moment, sizing each other up. My mind is racing, knowing I have heard this name before. Suddenly, it pops into my head. I gasp.

"What?" he ask, wonderingly.

"You're the Hero Of Time, aren't you?" I ask him. He looks at me for a second before nodding his head.

"OH JEEZ," I say, "YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!" The hero of time is much bigger then this teen is, and probably much stronger. Plus, he caries a variety of different weapons, not just a sword and bow and slingshot and… Only then do I realize that this teen does carry a variety of weapons, and if I look closely at him, I realize he's wearing armor. Not the best armor, but armor never the less. Adding that to the excellent swordsmanship of his, it is possible that he might be the hero of time. As I study he closely, I realize how many reasons that prove he is, or at least could be, the hero of time. HE notices me studying him, and decides to look me over. I don't know what he see's, but he seems happy with it. We both straiten up. Then silence. I make it clear in my eyes that I changed my earlier notions about him and accept the fact that he's the hero of time.

Then I ask "Sooooooo… why are you here, in the Haunted Wasteland?" Then my mind flashes back to the 2 men talking about the hero of time looking for Princess Zelda. "For Princess Zelda, Hero Of Time?"

"Okay, 2 things," He says "1. How did you know that. 2. STOP CALLING ME HERO OF TIME PLEASE. I prefer Link.