A/N: I've finally gotten to telling Link's story. This'll go for a few chapters.
Disclaimer: Have you got the message yet? I DON'T OWN ZELDA! It's not like anyone reads these. Shigeru Miyamoto has better things to do than sue teenagers. Like the next Zelda game!

Link began his story.
When I was a child, I lived in a mountain village below Snowhead. The Goron people had raised me as one of their own. As far as they were concerned, I was a Goron. Like your friend, Saria, my parents had died when I was a child. I barely remember them. I think my mother used to sing me a sort of lullaby as a child. The Gorons loved the song and use to visit my house on Clock Town to listen. My parents had to go on a trip to Great Bay to recruit a Zora band for the Carnival of Time. They were murdered by pirates on the way.
"I'm sorry," said Saria.
"I never knew them. I really didn't understand what had happened at the time." Link was telling the truth. He had hardly any memories of his parents.
So the Gorons took me in. They built a house for me at the foot of their mountain and took turns to look after me. They even cooked me proper food, not just rocks.
Of course I started to grow up. And I started to ask questions the Gorons couldn't answer. They are a simple race, with a King or Elder leading them and a warrior who they call their Hero protecting them. They don't have legends, except of their Heroes and Kings. They don't think about deeper things than whether dinner next week is rock sirloin or filet of marble. I confused them, because I asked them why the sky is above our heads and the ground beneath our feet, or why bees sting. They threw me out, because they simply couldn't stand my questions.
I was a five year old, all alone. I couldn't even understand why I was alone. I begged the Gorons to give me something, anything. They threw down a beautiful sword, sheath and belt. The sword was a silver colour, with a red and blue striped hilt and a white opal stone set in at the top. I don't think the Gorons even knew what it was at all. I put it into the hilt and strapped the belt around my waist and attached the hilt to it.
I left the mountain. I ran as far as I could, falling and stumbling, until I collapsed, exhausted to the ground, in front of a passage. I cried myself to sleep in the grass.
When dawn broke the darkness of night, I woke up. I was dirty from previous falls, my trousers and red Goron tunic nearly ruined. My boots were in tatters, the soles fallen off. I ripped them from my feet. I seemed to feel stronger. I looked closer at myself. I was at least 10 years older than I had been before!


A/N: He he! Cliffhanger! Read and Review everyone!