Author's unwanted input: So I'm sitting here at 12 in the morning knowing I should probably head to sleeping for school. But I NEED to update as soon as possible. As long as one person is waiting on me, then I MUST update on a timely basis. ^ ^ The problem is that I refuse to write if I'm not in a 'writing condition.'

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---Eggs, the Magical Fruit---

Sigh...

The endless water was an illusion, but so were the ripples that were so easy to imagine. How long had it been now? Weeks? Months? Years? Nothing changed. The lone dark tree bore no greenery and never experienced the beauty of dying leaves. Surely, to have something negative happen was better than having nothing happen at all?

In a strange way, he had become a companion of the tree. Really- how were they any different?It remained motionless, dark, and fruitless. It felt nothing and had experienced nothing. He wanted to believe that he were the same. Actually, he admired the tree. The difference was that the tree didn't care.

This was when he realized how 'human' he actually was. He was tortured in more ways than one. Firstly, his body, the shadow..was filled with the remains of what was taken from a true hero. Heros are human too, they have their bad wishes and need for revenge. Link lacked many negative qualities that most would have had; hero or not. Where did the impurity go? Into him.

Secondly, he wasn't just a shadow. His form was that of a man. Sure there was no blood, no heartbeat even... But all of the qualities put into his form gave him emotions. Envy was exceptionally strong. And boy did he use it.

At first, he didn't care. The shadow just moved about the tree, gazing into the abyss of endless water and light fog surrounding. There were no reason to practice; he was practically created with Link's skill. He was him, right?

But as time dragged on, he grew bored and began to wonder what he would do if he were completely free. Then, bitterness joined envy to create a magnetic bond. What did it matter. If a murdering shadow were on the outside, people would shun him and cry in fear. There was little he could do besides one thing...

The heartless shadow envied them. He loathed the much loved and honored Link. Link had everything there was to be given. Freedom, respect, friends. The ability to cry, sweat, and bleed. And it was his own fault. His very being was the reason Link attracted the attention and was able to summon wit and courage so quickly. It was decided..

Clu-CLUNK!!! A door opened and slamed shut with metal bars blocking the only escape.

Link WILL die.

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Malon woke as she normally did; into the dim twilight of morning. With a yawn, a smile, and a stretch she moved from bed well rested. It wasn't until she tossed her legs out of bed and went to stand that the memories from the night before shot back into her mind with sharp pain.

Her wrapped foot hurt, but it was just the initial shock of newness that was most uncomfortable. For the first time, Malon didn't bound down the stairs and start on breakfast. Instead, she stood in her doorway with a blank stare that gradually worked into a frown.

What was she going to do..? The first thing she drew from her hat of worries was the Epona. So badly, Malon just wanted to run to the horse's stall and check to see if she was back on her own. But what if her father really was up? Surely just a peak couldn't hurt.

From the outside she faintly heard Ingo's door close. He was up to use the restroom, which meant he was also up for breakfast. With a blink of distraction, Malon scuttled quickly down the stairs and right to the fridge.

Normally, she would hum or even sing while she cooked. Today just wasn't a singing day. In fact, Malon didn't really have much of appetite and left her eggs on the table. Ingo seemed burdened and heavily distracted with something. It was enough that her muttered "ya.." to Malon's quick request to zip outside.

Today just wasn't a normal day at all. Malon was starting to become out of character. Usually, she would of comforted Ingo and tried to get him to talk, even if he refused. That was why Malon was so good at making people feel comfortable. It was Ingo's fault!

Wait! "Ah!" She dashed back, to the dismay of her poor foot, and turned the stove off. Ingo replied to her random yelling. "Ya.." Malon giggled.

"Are the eggs good Mr. Ingo?" He looked mad and bit down hard on his fork, making him flinch back with a grunt of angry pain. "YAA!" Apparently, the man was still with his bothersome thoughts.

Hmm.. "Are you coming outside soon.." His fist tightened, but he were still in space. "..to dress up the cows in pretty ribbons?" His hand went to his forehead. "Ya ya ya.." Malon smiled to herself. She couldn't resist. "Isn't Talon the nicest most jolly and wonderful guy you've ever known!?" Ingo had a mouthful of eggs he had absent mindedly stuffed into his mouth before they were cool."YES! OK! Ahh..." He attempted to start a flurry of colorful language. Most often his 'cussing' was 'Talon is the lasiest worthless most unindependent..' and so on. This time.. "AHHHGGHH! TALON IS THE MOST NICEST JOLLY—EGH!."

Malon covered her mouth with her hand, already out the door and taking off for the barn. Without looking, she ran head first into something warm and squishy, almost falling back before regaining her balanced. She looked up to see her father's smiling face, pitchfork in hand. "Is Ingo sick too?"

Thanks to Ingo's yelling nice things, Talon had completely forgotten about his disappointment in Malon being outside in her 'condition.' "Eggs are on the table!"

She slipped around her dad and into the barn. With a single breath, her heart sank. Epona's door was a crack open with Epona no where to be found. It didn't take Malon's dad long to figure out he was tricked and came back in fits.

Malon sulked into the house, all the moor convincing to Talon that she was unwell and needed bedrest. He mentioned that Link must of come and got Epona early. Malon hadn't told him different.

Up in her room, she stared out the window. "Where is that shadow at?" A glint from the sunlight caught her eye. "Hmm..?" Something was different..

Upon turning from the window, a new object placed in her room upon a corner table caught her eye. It was the book that Talon had landed on! Curiosity bit her into reaching for it..

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Yup, not much happened. This is only the beginning though. Malon has to survive the whole day without work trapped in her house with a shadow who thinks he 'owns her.' Sorry for the lousy update. XD It had to be, though, because it is the foundation for more events to come. (I hate foundation chapters. They are long and hard to read through.)