Brave New World
By
Elendil Star-Lover

Link Elenmacar was not a Kokiri, but he dressed like one; he wasn't really a fairy, but he looked like one; he didn't really call himself "hero", but everyone else did. He wasn't exactly a Hylian at all, even though most people he met, particularly Gerudo Warrior Women, accepted him as one (if you could call what the Gerudo did "accepting").

Link was...everything.

Yes.

Everything and nothing.

In his veins flowed the red blood of a Hylian and the green of a fairy, while it isn't entirely wrong to say that his father, the one who created him, was a Gerudo King of Thieves.

You, see, everything that ever happened to me, everything that I ever did, saw, will do, will see, is because of a Gerudo. Me "mother", the Forest Sage, Saria Dawn's-Light, calls this dark desert man, affectionately, "Gannondork."

Yes, I am Link, Son of Star-Swordsman.

Hero of Time of Hyrule (cheesy in my opinion).

Rescuer of Termina.

Pride of the Kokiri.

All-Around Good Guy.

Clearly, it depends on whom you ask.

I bet by now I have you all confused. You are all scratchin' your heads demanding to know who "Elenmacar" is and how I know he is my father. You are, aren't you? You would all KNOW THIS if you read "Truth, Love, Home, and Family" by Star-Lover, wouldn't ya? It's all explained in there, and if you leave a review, Star-Lover might write a little more (she knows, she knows, longer chapters, better detail, she's getting better, trust me!)

At any rate, I am the prince of the fairies, betrothed to Ithilden Elentari, though we may not hold to that. I now have a home, a family (biological, Star-Lover and Sari always made sure I had an adopted one, even Mido Fire Spirit never liked to disobey their wishes). I know that I have four places in Hyrule where I would be welcomed, given a warm bed and hot food, a cool bath, and a sharpening stone for my various pointy toys I like to carry around.

Still, I am a wanderer by nature and no one complains so long as I check in with Saria now and again. This, too, is Gannondork's fault. First, he and his foul sister (she helped me around when I was ten, so anytime a say "foul", I mean Gerudo Navi, not fairy Navi) drove me da nuts so that they could find me mum and meself, then he *killed* me mum before Navi killed Saria's brother, then he stole my childhood, and you know the story from there.

Thus, if he had been content to remain the king of just the deserts, I would never have any more problems than that of a normal fifteen-year-old boy.

But I'm no normal fifteen-year-old boy.

I am Kokiri.

I am not.

I am fairy.

I am Hylian.

I am not.

I am both.

I am the honorary member of hundreds of races.

And I am behind the wheel of a speeding car going down I-53.

And I don't know how to stop.

And it is all Gannondork's fault.

But you wanna hear the story straight from Epona's mouth, don'cha?