Second chapter of the story. Please review, I'd really appreciate it. Hope you enjoy it.

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It was raining heavily. Link looked out onto Hyrule Field where a dark figure loomed in the distance. Approaching slowly he saw the figure. As Link tried to get a closer look, the figure vanished and Link was no longer on Hyrule Field; he was on a flat, grassy plain. A ways away stood two tall trees. Each tree was rather close to the other. Under the tree to the right, a figure stood. Link walked to the figure, but he lost control of his body. His legs directed him to the unoccupied tree.

Looking into the figure face, he saw silver eyes, with red pupils. "So we finally meet, face to face. Are you ready to meet yourself, to complete who you are? If you can't, turn back, you will only bring disaster to yourself," the figure said. His voice had a hollow echo in it. "Who are you?" Link asked confused. The figure did not answer.

The trees vanished. He was suddenly back on Hyrule Field and it was still raining.

The figure stood in front of him, a strange blade drawn and waiting. The two stood a moment and thought, or at least Link did. Link understood the challenge. He drew his sword and took his fighting stance. The figure leaped into the air and swung at Link. Link dodged it easily but as he dodged it he noticed the blade was dark.

Link did a back flip and parried a blow aimed at his body. He countered, trying to end the battle by impaling his opponent. But the other was too smart for a simple maneuver such as that. The figure manipulated his body, and easily moved out of the way of Link's blade.

The two fought in the rain, each attacking with his own technique and defending the same way. Soon, however, Link began to tire and make mistakes. He swung his blade with all his might, the figure dodging it as usual. His sword plunged into the ground. In the moment in which he hesitated, the figure slashed at Link's middle.

He sat up in bed, his forehead drenched in sweat. He looked through his small window; dawn was far from near. Still shaken from the strange dream, Link exited his little house.

Walking down the short dirt road he came to the windmill of the ranch. Continuing walking, he thought he saw a dark figure in the shadows, but quickly dismissed it as the strange dream still lingering in his mind.

He brought out his ocarina and played the song that would, he knew, give him some relief from the horror of the dream.

Epona came trotting too him. She whinnied softly and nuzzled her nose into Link's cheek. Although just a horse, Link thought otherwise. He could always talk to Epona when he needed to get things out of his mind. He mounted the horse and patted her on the neck. The bond between Link and Epona was greater than any friendship Link had with anyone else. Epona already knew what Link had in mind and quietly left the ranch.

However, just before leaving, he stopped by the house. As he approached the door he laughed at himself quietly and thought, its instinct now. I always have to be looking over people and make sure they're all right. He entered the door and climbed upstairs. Slowly he opened the door and peered in.

Marin and Talon slept soundly. Marin did not stir as Link stood over her. "I'll be back," he said, "I just need some time to think."

He exited the house and mounted his horse again. With a nudge from his knee, Epona galloped off and onto Hyrule Field.

The wind rushed through Link's hair; he hadn't bothered to put his cap on. The sweat on his face evaporated and cooled him, allowing him to think about the strange dream.

Many people may have a weird dream ever once-in-a-while, but Link always had weird dreams. Although he couldn't always understand them, he knew they meant something; they always did. It was one of the downsides to being the Hero of Time and protector of Hyrule, but he was able to deal with it.

Epona slowed her pace to a trot as she entered Guerdo Valley. Reaching the ravine through which the River Hylia ran, Epona stopped. A recent storm had destroyed the bridge the carpenters had built for Link, leaving no way to reach the Guerdo's fortress except through FireTop Mountain. But Link knew another way to get there.

Leaning forward he whispered in Epona's ear, "Are you ready?" The horse shook her head wildly, her eyes reflecting the response.

Link spurred her into a gallop and they sped towards the destroyed bridge. Just as they reached the edge, the great horse leaped into the air. Link let go of the reins and let his arms flail in the light wind. Epona landed with as much grace as ever on the other side of the canyon.

Continuing on, Link reached the Guerdo's fortress. The Guerdo's were used to Link's frequent visits and paid him little attention. In anticipation of his arrival, the archery range was always set up in case Link wanted to let off some steam.

Reaching the archery range, Link dismounted Epona and let her be; he knew she wouldn't go far. Taking his bow and quiver off of Epona's saddle, he suited himself up for some target practice. Taking out an arrow, Link shot and hit one of the ten pots. Link took another arrow and hit the mark. Continuing in this motion, Link destroyed the pots one by one until he came to the ninth pot. As the arrow flew, it missed the pot by a few inches. Why! Link thought as he laughed at himself. He was never able to hit the ninth pot on his first shot. Reaching into his quiver he pulled out another arrow.

Aiming at the pot, Link fired. The arrow struck its target and the pot broke into pieces, which were scattered along the ground. Taking another arrow from his quiver, he aimed it at the last remaining pot, which he hit as easily as all the others (except the ninth one) All of the fun targets gone, he called to Epona and mounted her.

Trotting down the path, Link stopped at the edge of the Haunted Wasteland and dismounted. Walking a few steps Link motioned for Epona to leave. He watched as Epona trotted off. Turning to face the desert, he began walking.

As he passed by the guards, one questioned him saying, "Going to fight, are ya' Link?" Link nodded but said nothing.

Link thought he knew what the dream meant, but he wouldn't be sure until he tried this. Link knew he would have to confront himself, and the Fierce Deity.

Far off in the distance, out of Link's range of vision, lay the Temple of Mirrors, where one could battle himself/herself to measure his skill. Link had never been there, he was too afraid of what might come out of it; what he might have to do to defeat it. But now, the dream prompted him to go.

So here we meet, face to face.