~-~FLASHBACK~-~

I just need someone to talk to. Someone who will listen. Give me someone! Give me a person. Is that so hard? You don't even exist, god. You're such a stupid figment of everyone's imagination. You make no sense. I don't know why anyone believes in you. You're so dumb. What a dumb idea someone had. If there was a god, I wouldn't be so alone. I wouldn't be here crying. You're useless. A useless, dumb piece of dumbness. No one cares about me…no one cares—

Enough.

She felt an emotional pain akin to a slap across the face.

Let us aid you

Enough! If you wish to help, then here. Here is destruction. She is yours now. Your piece of destruction. Answer her prayers—if you can before she destroys your world.

She felt numb, slipping away. Echoing...haunting music.

A fade to white.


She fell back against a wall made of stone, her head spinning. She gained control just in time to avoid smacking her head.

"Ow! God damn it, what the hell?" she cried out. Her stomach flipped and adrenaline seemed to build up in her as she realized that this was not where she'd thought she'd been. She looked up, she saw somebody sitting atop a horse, playing an instrument. It seemed like his eyes had been closed, but they opened and the eerie music stopped as she looked up, breathing hard. He slowly lifted his head. They stared at each other for a while.

"Um…can I help you?" he questioned as he dismounted. He spoke in another language. She just stared at him, choking out sounds. OK, what the hell was this? When she didn't respond, he reworded. "You look like you need help," he said in English this time. It sounded more like, "what the hell just happened and how did you get here all of a sudden?" than the actual statement. He was wearing a blue shirt, and had a rather large sword on his back. What. The. Hell. She stood up when he moved forward. She was ready to run. Still, his face was gentle and not tough or scary. He was clean shaven and young.

"Uhhhh…" Meghan said, as she observed her surroundings. Her heart beat madly. What. The. Hell. Her mind was running in a million different directions.

He had gone to her by then, noticing how confused and scared she looked. "Hey, what's your name?" He noted the dark, strange style of clothing she was wearing. Really, what was she wearing?

When she didn't answer, and looked like she was about to sprint madly away, he said, "I'm Link. How did you get here?" She was scared. He took a step back. "Sorry, I don't mean to bother you."

"It's ok…" she said hesitantly. "I'm Meghan."

He was honestly shocked by her appearance, and thousands of theories started formulating in his mind. If she'd looked more dainty or graceful, he'd think she was some sort of fallen fairy. There had been magic emanating from where she sat, but it had disappeared. She had a strange look.

He did too. His skin looked like an actor's in a movie or TV show, pure and perfect. She felt the need to voice this observation, since her mind could not function normally. "Are you like, a TV or movie actor?"

"I am not an actor...what is 'TV?'"

"Um…" Really? Explain a TV? God damn it, she really did just land in the middle ages. She was glad this dude didn't smell, and he looked clean. "It's just a recording of people. It's just their picture, just their image, but they move around inside a box."

"Oh. A big…box?" He was a curious person, she could tell.

"No, a small box…"

"Are the people small?"

Why was this complete stranger so fascinated by TVs? "No, they're...normal...sized."

"It's magic?"

"Um, not magic."

"Not magic then?" he asked with his eyebrows raised, trying to figure out what she could possibly be describing. It was his duty to learn as much as he could, because he never knew what could aid him in his quest.

"We…don't use magic. Um, as least uh, where I'm from, we don't have magic."

"Oh, well many people here can't use magic either. Don't worry." They were silent for a second, thinking of what to say. "So then how did you get here?" he asked for the third time.

"I don't know." She felt weak. She wanted to sit back down. She looked around the darkening place she was in. It was a huge field. Nothing but trees and grass.

"Oh. So…then do you know why you're here?" Come on, give me some information.

"Nope." She shrugged, pursing her lips. She looked around nervously again.

What was she supposed to do? She had no idea where she was. She didn't feel like asking him questions, but then she didn't know anyone else to ask or how to get to anyone. But he kinda seemed trustworthy. In this big empty field.

"So…this…what is this place?"

"This place? This is Hyrule Field." He looked at her with concern. She really had no clue. "What will you do now?"

She had been looking about, but she turned back to him. "I…oh god, where am I?"

"Hyrule," he said again.

"Hyrule," she repeated incredulously. "What country is Hyrule in?"

"Hyrule is a country," he answered. He put his hands on his hips.

"OK, what continent is it on?" Please give me something.

"Continent? OK?"

She sighed. "Never mind."

"Sorry, I wish I could help. Where did you come from?"

"Um…New York? America? Earth?"

He stared a little blankly at her. "Sorry, I'm not sure where that is either."

All her hope just whooshed away. She felt like crying. She was about to start crying. Oh crap, she was crying.

"Uh, don't cry please!" he said, raising his hands. She turned away from him, wiping her face with her bare arm. She was wearing just a black tank top with pants. He thought she must be cold. "Hey, it's a little cold here and it's getting dark. Why don't you head to somewhere to stay for the night?"

"Oh…I don't have…" o damn tears. ;_;

"What?" he asked after she faded into tearful mumbling. She looked miserable.

"Well, is there like an inn or something? But I don't have money…"

"Yeah, there is one in Kakariko, but you can stay with one of my friends, maybe? Or my house. My house is very small, sorry, but I won't be there, I promise! Don't worry about money."

"Then where do you sleep?"

"I don't…sleep much." He was turning red.

"I can't. I have to leave. You guys don't have…anything, do you? Do you have like, a giant map of the world? Maybe you've never heard of my country, but I'm sure someone else has."

"Uh…I don't know about that." He looked sad for a second. "Someone might have known or had a map, but our country isn't…very well right now."

"Oh...really?"

He looked conflicted for a second, then said, "It's a long explanation. Really, it's not even safe to be out here."

"OK…well, I don't know. I think this is a dream. I don't know how to, uh, navigate getting out of here," she said, looking into his sincere face.

He was just thankful for the excuse to shirk the Water Temple. Too many things had been going on in his head. It wasn't healthy. He needed a break, but his conscience wouldn't let him do nothing. At least here he was helping someone. A very confusing someone.

"So…"

Meghan nodded, awwwwwwkkwarrdd.

"Hmmm…if you would like, I could pay for you to stay at the inn—"

"Uh! No! That's OK! Maybe I'll stay here. It's nice out. It's not cold at all." Lie.

"Yes, it is! We'll find a way for you to get home. I'm not sure where to start, but I'll help you. I have a friend who lives in the forest and she'd be very glad to help you, as well."

OK, he has a friend in the forest. That's not creepy at all. Nope.

"Oh…that's…OK. I don't want to bother you guys." You creepers. "You could just point out the nearest city...town..."

"Why not? Oh! All those stories about getting lost in the Lost Woods are just myths. It's very hard to get lost." He took out the weird flute thing again as he spoke. He played a song. Meghan just stared at him. OK, so in Hyrule do they often just break out into song? It was now confirmed: this was a dream.

"Hello?" came a voice, reverberating in the air around them. A tiny fairy flew from Link's tunic. Meghan gasped, seeing the tiny, glowing girl. It was so cute! Wait, what? Was it a pixie or something? And where was that voice coming from? Sounded like a phone.

"Hi, Saria. I…um, found a girl. In Hyrule Field, and she needs somewhere to stay. She doesn't know how to get home."

"You found a girl, Link? What kind of girl? She can stay at my house. I don't mind, if that's what you're hinting at. I'll be there soon."

"No! Wait! It's OK. I don't need to," Meghan said hesitantly.

"She doesn't mind," Link said to Meghan.

"I don't mind. Oh, when you said girl, I was thinking someone younger! She sounds your age, Link!"

He just kinda laughed. They "hung up." At that point, Meghan was done freaking out over whatever was going on. Just done. But what did she mean by "your age?" How old was that girl? Holy crap, this guy was a bonafide creeper!

…p…e…d…o…p…h…i…l…e…?

In the forest.

Yeah.

"So, do you want to go? Saria is very nice."

Follow random stranger? OK, sure, why not?

"Actually, it's a bit far. It would be faster by horse. Epona could take us."

"Us?"

"Yes, she is quite strong."

Ride on horse with random stranger? Not OK. Was there something wrong with him?

"Let's just walk," she said hesitantly.

So Link took Epona by her reins and told Meghan to follow him. They walked to the entrance of the Kokiri forest. He seemed content with the silence, but it was a little awkward for her.

"It is cold," Meghan said finally. She was wearing only a tank top, with the word ETERNAL written on the back. She had on a pair of dark jeans. She wrapped her hands around her arms, rubbing them.