It was five forty-six in the morning. The storm outside had finally stopped after hours of non stop wind and snow. If you were lucky enough to have a clear window to look out of, you would see a picture perfect scene of a black, starry sky shining down on the snow covered landscape. It was a rare sight you would only see in a painting or a photo from a far away place.

Link, however, was dealing with a storm of his own in his mind. Sitting upstairs in Lee's dimly lit kitchen, the blonde let out tired moan, as he struggled to stay awake. The nightmare he experienced earlier in the night left his mind swirling, and every time he tried to go back to sleep, it would come back. The worst part of it was that the nightmare felt so realistic, he kept checking for injuries every time he awoke.

Now here he was, slumped over a dining table, with a half-consumed glass of orange soda, unable to go back to sleep whatsoever because of a stupid dream. It was almost like he was five years old again, except he couldn't just run into his parents room and hide under their covers. Letting out a second moan, Link lifted himself up from his seat, and walked to the fridge.

"Ridiculous," Link muttered to himself.

And it really seemed that way to him. He could barely remember the last time a nightmare had kept him from sleeping for more than a few minutes.

But this was different. It was as if the nightmare had been vaguely familiar to him, but he couldn't figure out exactly what it was.

Link shook his head, and grabbed the orange soda from the fridge. He was overthinking things again. It was only a bad dream.

"Can't sleep either?"

Link looked up from the fridge and saw Lee walking up from the basement, rubbing his eyes. He looked as tired as Link was, if not more so.

"Well, unlike you, I don't have someone keeping me up all night," the blonde quipped, referring to Saria.

"Oh, you got jokes, do ya?" Lee sat down at the kitchen table. "You're lucky I'm too tired for a game of Dozens, or I'd be roasting you over open flames now. What got you up anyway? You usually sleep like a rock."

Link snorted. "You'd laugh if I told you." He closed the fridge and joined back at the table. "Besides, it's nothing out of the ordinary. Just a bad dream."

Lee smirked. "Aww, is poor Linkie afraid to go back to bed on his own?" he teased.

Link, annoyed, flipped his middle finger at the redhead. "I got a bed for you right here. Sit on it and rotate."

"Damn kid, it was only a joke," Lee said defensively. "I know it's an ungodly time of day, but you don't gotta be so snappy at me."

Link sighed, and took another swig of his orange soda. "I know, man," he said. "But this one was different. It felt way too real for me to dismiss it as just a nightmare. It was freaky."

"And what makes you think that? What happened in your dream?" Lee asked.

Link drummed his fingers on the table. "As cliche as it is, it started off in a dark and stormy night. I was outside, drenched, and I couldn't see anything except for a tall, triangle shaped building and whatever else the street lights illuminated. I didn't know where I was, and I didn't recognize the building. I walked around the place, trying to figure out where I was, until I found you looking into the building."

Lee's mind immediately made the connection. They had the same dream, but he didn't say anything, letting Link continue instead.

"After I met up with you, a car sped past us and nearly flattened us. Not long after this happened, something sent us flying up in the air. I landed in a nearby fountain, but you landed on the ground." Link yawned before continuing. "Once I managed to get out of the fountain, I went to go check on you. You were pretty banged up, but still alive. Then I heard footsteps. Big ones. Like whoever was walking towards us was a giant."

"You get a look at who it was?" Lee said. The blonde shook his head.

"Nah, he stayed in the shadows," Link replied. "The only thing I could make out was his eyes. He said stuff about me being some kind of 'chosen hero' and I had no idea who I really was. The next thing I knew, he somehow trapped us in these weird triangle things, and then he threw a giant purple fireball at us. I woke up just before it made contact. And every time I try to go back to sleep, it keeps happening over and over."

Link yawned again, while Lee tried to process what he just heard. There was absolutely no doubt they had the same dream.

But how's that even possible?

"I don't even know what to say," said Lee in full honesty, shaking his head. "But sitting up in the kitchen at damn near close to six in the morning isn't gonna give us any answers. Let's try and get some sleep, alright? We can go over it tomorrow when we're less tired."

"Yeah," said Link tiredly, getting up from the table. "Try..."


Meanwhile, in the more affluent side of the city, a young woman was pacing back and forth in her bedroom. She was sweating profusely, and her long, dark blonde hair was all unkempt due to her tossing and turning in bed all night. She was muttering something unintelligibly to herself as she paced across her dimly-lit room. Unaware of everything else around her, she didn't notice her bedroom door open behind her.

"Are you alright, Zelda?"

The now-identified Zelda let out a surprised yelp, and whirled around to see who the voice belonged to. She locked eyes with a women who appeared to be a few years older than she was. She had noticeably darker skin than Zelda, which contrasted with her silver hair and red eyes. She was a good head taller than Zelda, and had a noticeably muscular, yet curvy body frame.

"Impa!" exclaimed Zelda, quickly straightening herself up. "What're you doing up this late?"

"I sensed something was troubling you, so I came to check up on you," the older woman explained, walking over to Zelda. "Is it the dreams again?"

At the mention of dreams, Zelda flinched slightly, but nodded. "Oh Impa, it's even worse than the last few I've had."

"Tell me what happened," Impa said, taking a seat on Zelda's bed. "Did he get your hands on you in this dream?"

Zelda shook her head, and began to shiver. "No. He attacked our family's company building and came close, but me and my family managed to escape. He gave chase to us through it, but we managed to escape in our car. When we got outside, it was all rain and darkness. The only thing I could make out was these two men we almost hit on the way out."

"Did you get a decent look at them?"

Zelda shook her head again. "No, I didn't. I could only tell that one of them wore green and had blonde hair, and the other had red hair. When we got off the property, I heard an explosion. That's all I remember before I woke up."

Zelda sat down next to Impa, her body trembling. "Impa, do you remember what I told you about the legends of the Triforce holders? They say that all three triforce holders always reincarnate every few generations. But even though it's been at least two millennia since the last story of the Hero was written, I don't think it's a mere coincidence I'm having dreams of being attacked by this man."

"Are you absolutely sure?" Impa was concerned. When she was first started as Zelda's guardian over two years ago, she initially dismissed the teen's dreams as a product of a creative imagination. However, as Zelda's descriptions of her dreams grew more lurid, Impa slowly learned that there was more behind this than simple nightmares.

"I'm certain these is the doing of that evil wizard Gannondorf," Zelda said resolutely. "Or to be more precise, 'Mr. Eric Gannon'."

"The man who's working on a merger between your family's company and his?"

"Yes, Impa. I know about his illegitimate business practices, not to mention many of the atrocities his company pulls not only here, but around the world. Why my parents would choose to do associate with someone who knowingly dirties his hands just to satisfy his greed boggles my mind."

"Well, to be fair, he is a businessman, and a very skilled lawyer," Impa pointed out. "If anyone knew about his real dealings he could wrap them up in so much legal red tape, they'd have to give up. And even if that failed, he could simply twist his practices with some PR work."

Zelda shook her head once more. "But it doesn't add up. My family knows he's a conceited liar and a crook, but yet they're willing to do a merger with his company. I don't understand it!" She slammed her hands onto the bed frame.

"Money talks, Zelda," Impa replied simply. "That's how it works in the business world, especially if it benefits both parties. But as much as we could pick this whole thing apart, you do need your rest, Zelda. It's almost six in the morning."

Zelda, despite her tiredness, sighed in exasperation. "Impa, these dreams I'm having involve him! I can't just stand by and let him go through with this merger when I know what he's all about!"

"And how do you plan on stopping him?" Impa countered. "It would be foolish for you to just accuse him just because of a dream! And even if you had hard evidence, he could turn it against you, and make your entire family look bad. Do you want to risk that, Zelda?" Her voice was understanding but firm.

Zelda huffed, and turned away from Impa, refusing to answer. The older girl sighed and got up off Zelda's bed and headed for the door.

"I'm only looking out for you, Zel," Impa said as she walked away. "I don't have any love lost for Mr. Gannon either, but if you want to have a good shot at taking him down, you can't just blindly rush into things. We have to find a weak spot first, and then work our way from there. Don't do anything stupid."

Zelda didn't say anything to her departing bodyguard as she closed the door behind her. Instead, she let herself fall backwards onto her mattress and stared up at the ceiling. She didn't know what to do or expect with all of these prophetic dreams that's been haunting her.

But she knew one thing from all of this was certain.

She wasn't going to be sleeping anytime soon.