WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!! THE SEQUEL IS UP AND RUNNING!!! You didn't think I'd leave it like that, didja? All depressing and such. Well, most of you (who reviewed) wanted a sequel, and I was gonna write one anyway, so TA DAAAA! ::falls over::

Disclaimer: Meh. Dun own it. You should know that.

Chapter 1

"Emily watched sadly from inside the spell diagram, waving goodbye to Luke and Malissa as the Princess spoke the remainder of the spell. The wait seemed to take forever, and yet it happened all too soon. Emily tried to call out at the last moment, to stop, and stay in Rulehy, but it was too late. Her only friends, Luke and Malissa, and even the Princess Nella to some extent, were gone. It seemed the price of being home.was her happiness." There was a moment's pause as I finished reading the final part of my story, then the class applauded. Smiling shyly, I dropped the papers on the teacher's desk. "Very nice, Evalyn! Your story is one of the best fantasy's I've read- or in this case, heard-in a long time. It had all the elements-magically flying from place to place with just an ocarina, humorous kissing contests- I especially liked the way Emily appeared to turn traitor, then at the end was just playing Garnerlorf at his own game. Very well written!" Mr. Swanee said, beaming from ear to ear. I blushed and grinned, and returned to my seat as the next student stood up and finished their story. Mr. Swanee's assignment to write a novella in sections had given me the perfect opportunity to recount the tale that had happened to me four years ago. Because, you see, Travel to Rulehy was no fantasy. It all existed, the story had really happened-except, of course, under different names. Four years ago, when I was 14 and on the bus ride to this orphanage in no-where land Colorado, I found myself transported to the land of Hyrule, where magic coexisted with Hylians, the humanoid pointy- eared inhabitants. That was when I met my two best friends, Link and Malon. Long story short, I helped them to save Hyrule from destruction-then was transported home, and would have thought it all to be a dream, if it weren't for the ocarina Link had given me right before I left. Now 18 and still at this stupid orphanage, I missed them all-Link, Malon, and even Princess Zelda. I applauded mindlessly as the next story was completed, then hastily grabbed my books as the last bell of the day rang out, signaling a temporary freedom. I walked slowly to my room-as a senior, I got the privilege of private quarters. I dumped my books on my bed, then sat and stared at the wall. As I had done almost every day since I came back to Earth, I mentally berated myself. Why, why did I ever leave? I was actually happy in Hyrule, something that I hadn't been since my parents died. I fantasized about going back, or even Link somehow coming here to Earth. What would he look like now? Would he be any different? What about Malon, how was she doing? As familiar questions wandered my weary brain, another one that I dreaded came up. Do they remember me? Even if they did, do they look fondly on the memories? Do they wish I'd come back? I sighed, and lay down, now staring at the ceiling. They were crying when I left.or at least, I think they were. Suddenly, a great weariness came over me, and soon I was asleep.

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When I woke up, it was dark. I sat bolt upright and looked outside. It was a full moon, and there were hundreds of stars out. Something in the air felt.mystical, almost. Certainly strange. I stood up and walked over to my window. In one of the rooms below me, someone was playing some sort of classical music. I was about to dismiss it when the unmistakable sound of an ocarina took a solo. I froze. I started to turn to try and find the source, then whipped around and ran to my dresser. If anyone 'up there' ever was trying to tell me something, this would be it. I dug through my top dresser drawer until I found the small clay ocarina Link had given me the day I left Hyrule. I stared at it, running a finger over the holes. It must have been two or three minutes before I sighed and looked away at the mirror. "No smoke.no flash.no closing my eyes and suddenly finding myself there.I guess it was just my fantasy." I said to my reflection, blinking away a tear. I wanted to go back so much. Placing the ocarina back in my drawer, I noticed absently that I had put it in upside down, and went to fix it-and froze again. Maybe just touching the ocarina wouldn't take me anywhere.but there was something very important I had forgotten. When Link gave me the ocarina, he said that there was some kind of song engraved on the back. He wasn't sure what it was, and he wasn't even sure whether or not it was magic, but whatever it was, I had forgotten about it. Until now. Pulling it back out, I studied the dots on the back. Some were shaded in and some were left blank, leaving a strange kind of pattern that resembled the pattern of holes on the front. Staring at them until I was sure I had them memorized. I brought the mouthpiece and blew, pleased at the sweet, low sound that came from it. Putting my fingers over the holes of what I thought was the first note, I played, the sounds becoming more and more unearthly the longer I played them. I closed my eyes in pleasure of the song-magic or not, it was beautiful, even though it was only six notes long. After reaching the end the first time, I repeated it, and ran through the song one more time. Smiling a little to myself, I left my eyes closed, preferring to stay in my fantasy a little while longer. The song was beautiful, and reminded me of Hyrule so much I could almost taste it- but it had also taken away some of my homesickness. Still with my eyes closed, I imagined what would have happened if it really had been a spell to take me back there. I would probably be in the woods again, and it would be night again-another full moon, maybe. Sighing, I opened my eyes to put away the ocarina and officially go to bed-and nearly fell over from shock. Turns out the song was magic. Surrounding me was the same ancient trees I remembered from my first arrival, moss gleaming silver in the light of the full moon. Rotating slowly, I took it all in, feeling as if my face would split from my wide grin. I hugged the ocarina and slipped it into my skirt pocket. As a side note I realized I would have to get new clothes to fit in-I doubted that a denim skirt and short sleeved shirt was the current fashion in the midevilish Hyrule. Suddenly, my feeling of giddiness was popped almost as effectively as a balloon as I realized one thing. How would I find Link, or Malon? Or my way out of these woods, for that matter? Biting my lip out of anxiety, I heard a faint melody being played. I turned in the direction it came from, and followed it, hoping for some kind of help. As I got closer, I realized the song was being played on yet another ocarina. As I neared the source, I came to a break in the trees, and saw a smallish pond, the silver moon reflected in its blue depths. On the bank was a log with someone sitting on it, with their back towards me. Creeping closer to try and see who it was, they stopped playing and put the instrument in their lap, sighing as they did so. As soon as he did, I realized that it was-by some freak chance, marvelous luck, or fate-the very friend I had been hoping to find. Link had changed only in the sense that he was a little taller and broader in the shoulder and chest, but it was unmistakably him. I was about to run out of the trees and yell hello, when I remembered that just as I hadn't seen him for four years, he also hadn't seen me in four years. How would he react? Deciding that I was too far in this to worry about that, I stepped out of the trees, managing to hold back my joy to walk slowly and without even a smile. Link whipped around to face me, and I took a deep breath, praying he would be happy to see me. However, I was completely unprepared for what happened next. Link frowned in a thoughtful manner, taking in my strange clothes and face. "Hello, miss-can I help you?" He asked carefully. I stared at him stupidly, then finally the message hit my brain, and I smiled wryly. "At least you didn't try to cut my head off this time," I said, realizing a second too late that he would probably think I was crazy or something. Again, I was proven wrong. After staring at me for another second in disbelief, Link jumped up laughing, and gave me a huge hug. "Evalyn! You're back! You're back!" He yelled, his face wreathed in smiles. I returned his hug, weeping unashamedly.
Probably a horrible place to leave off, but oh well! Please review so that I might continue this tale unburdened of the weary sorrows that guilt might place upon me for giving thou loyal readers an unwanted thing! . In English, review please!

~Dekustar the Mad Author