A/N: I don't know... This chapter came out weird. I had writer's block half way through, and dropped it. Then picked it back up a few days later to finish it, so there will be some weird stuff goin' round the center. But otherwise, I think I got my thoughts through. ^^; And sorry, it is kinda short, but I promise a longer next chapter.

Thanks for the review. I feel really happy, everyone seems to like how its going, and I LOVE the feedback too. I'll make note of everything, and then redo the whole story when its done.

And, about the title... No, I did not realize this. I have never played Chrono Cross before, and I lack money... --; But... No, this will not contain Chrono Cross of any kind, thank you for mentioing it however.

Also, Zelda was very emotional and happy when she met Link. That's what I meant to say, but I sorta forgot to mention that in the last chap... lol Ok, on to the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own, or claim to own, any of the characters from the Legend of Zelda series. Thank you.
.:Chapter 2:.
Escape the Fool
Screams echoed through the long, cold corridors of the isolated castle. The guards at the gates knew nothing, and the guards within were quickly silenced. Footsteps on the cold, marble floor, running silently.

Zelda watched sadly as Impa quickly cast a spell kindred to the Sheikah, to hide themselves from the sight of only one person. Of course, the theiving man who had falsely promised an alliance. Her father had been imprisoned.

Dead? She wasn't sure. Not that Zelda could say she did or didn't care. She didn't know what it was like, she realized, to have a father in the first place. Even if he is alive, he would never be a father, merely stay a masculine guardian and nothing more.

One tear. Only one, lonely, tear slid down the cheek of tired girl. She was a child again. Scared. Fearful. Her hands shaking. The beautiful blue ocarina clutched in her hands.

Impa swept Zelda into her arms, running with swift, silent steps, turning every corner, every straight away, with a unique speed and swiftness that confounded even Zelda. No one could have known the Sheikah to be this quick, or powerful.

Ganondorf was in the hall they had ran down. His looming stature angered the young princess. She should have been the one to take over the throne, but now, she would be the one to watch from the sidelines. This mad gerudo theif was going to take over the country, and the princess could do nothing about it. Zelda. Princess of Hyrule. Diminished into just another insignificant speck.

And he walked. Impa stood still, blending with the shadows, whispering soundless incantations to lengthen and strengthen the spell. The black cape of the gerudo man whipped in the still air. He stepped, paced, down the hall. Closer to the hiding protector and the princess. Yet, he had a look of pure annoyance, that gave away the fact that he had no idea where they were.

He stopped, just past them. He turned, but still held the pathetic look in his eyes. Yes, he was overconfident, and he was blind.

Eventually, he disappeared around the corner, his cape and footsteps echoing into the oblivion, the darkness that consumed the once lit corridors.

Everything was a blur as Impa ran to the stables, Zelda on her beautuiful white mare, Ivorie, named after her mother. The beautiful mare was born the day Zelda's mother had died, several years ago. It seemed fit to name the horse after her mother, and it was proven correct. Impa sat behind zelda, protectively sheilding her from what she would see anyway.

Impa's voice echoed silently, as she urged Ivorie into a quick paced gallop, flying through the opened gates in the dark of night. Over the hills, and speeding down dirt road of the courtyard, and into Castle town. They easily swerved by any who still stood within the streets, making a quick escape.

Zelda held onto Impa for dear life, and looked behind them at Impa's command. Ganondorf was not far behind, not far behind at all. They passed over the drawbridge, and an unusual spot of green and blodn caught her attention. Without thinking, Zelda through her sacred ocarina high into the air and watched it fly, crashing into the water of the moat.

Zelda turned back, to face forward, knowing that the mysterious fairy boy from a few days ago would know what to do. She hoped, anyway. Now, in the midst of her fear, she did not know what was to be done, and did not know if her decision was the correct one.

She could only hope that Ganondorf did not find her, and did not kill the Hero of Time.