Welcome back to the world of Why Is It Always Me? Once more you are here for sucked into other worlds action! I'm glad to see you'll stick with these characters and me because I'm not done with them dammit! Plus, you guys all voted for a prequel/sequel so I'm giving you a two for one deal! This one will not only include the past, but the next section of the 'W.I.I.A.M?' story! We're aiming for a trilogy people! So sit back, grab your reading glasses and here we go!


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"We're leaving!" her mother called from the small car on the road side "Come on, or we'll be late getting home!"

She looked up from her stick drawing and grinned "Coming mummy" she threw the stick to the ground and threw her little body into a gallop to reach the car

"Good girl" her mother smiled and got into the car

She stopped her running to turn and look behind her quickly "Come on" she hissed giggling "My mummy wants to go"

She opened the car door, it's weight a bit heavy but managing, and stopped, seemingly waiting for something.

"Are you coming?" Her mother called back through the open door at her "Maybe I'll leave you here if you don't hurry up sugar plum"

The girl jumped and nodded, climbing into the back and onto the raised car seat, pulling the door shut behind her firmly. She did herself in and smiled at her friend opposite her.

"I'm going home," she told him

"Yes we are" her father agreed and turned back to his little girl "I'll find some ice cream for you since you've been so good with the doctors at the hospitals and the clinic. You're sister as well if she's home before us"

The small girl smiled and fingered the scars on her arm gingerly and turned back to her friend "I like ice cream, do you?"

"I like ice cream" her father spoke from the front grinning, "I'll get some too"

Her friend smiled and waved at her, his green hat bobbing with agreement. She smiled at him and turned to her window and pulled it down a notch to let some air in.

The pulled up to a red light. She stared at a man outside her window, staring out at the crowd. Red chair, black armour, he turned to the window when he noticed her glare.

"Hey little pumpkin" he grinned a big white grin that was wide and dangerous.

"Hi" she replied "I'm not supposed to be talking..."

"Who are you talking to?" her mother asked glancing back quickly to the rear seat

She looked at her mother "No one"

"Good, now take the medicine that the doctor gave you" her father passed a bottle of water and a small white tablet back to his little girl.

She looked out at the man, wavered, then took the bottle, finishing that she passed back the bottle to her father "I did it"

The man grinned the big toothy grin again and he disappeared.

"Good girl"

Green light. The drove off again. She turned back to her friend, but he was gone. She sat back in her seat, her parents talking eagerly between themselves. The world was finally quiet.


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I opened my eyes to bright sunlight, another beautiful summer day apparently. I was ready to die of shock, summer in Britain? Never!

Rolling over, I squinted at the time and rolled over again. 8:30am Saturday morning. I yawned widely and looked at the small grey stone on my bedside table amidst the other groups of rocks I'd collected over the years.

Three years.

Nothing had happened since I'd come back with Lucy. We'd never talked about it after she'd gone home and we'd never felt te need for it. I played my Zelda games less since I had more school work and more or less begun to forget again what had happened.

It was almost like the only thing that made me remember was the stone. Otherwise what proof was there it hadn't all been fake and it was just a shared dream or something? I reached over and picked it up, rubbing in the palm of my hand. It often seemed to help me think when I got up early in the morning, made me less groggy for some reason.

I thought back to when I was little. The medication had helped me shut off my mind when my parents and the doctors had told me too. The scars had disappeared after that, the traces of injury gone, and I had forgotten then as well.

Yet he'd come back, the little boy in the green hat. But not a boy anymore, a man, older than me even. He'd taken me away and I visited a hell of war along with my friend. Now I was forgetting again.

I didn't really want to forget, but maybe it was going to happen anyway. Lucy seemed to have forgotten. She'd gone with me, but never spoken of it since. So she probably had forgotten.

Sitting up, I put the stone back and swung my legs over the bed, yawning. I crossed the room and opened the curtains wider to let in the daylight.

Three years to the day. I looked at the calendar, he had returned on this day to ask for help. I smiled, I wondered if it had been a dream or whether it was real. What was he doing now?

I went upstairs to the attic where the strategy books and consoles lay cluttering the floor and opened the pages of characters. There they all were, but they looked unreal and coloured in. I read the profiles through for the thousandth time and corrected the books mistakes in my mind, how 2 dimensional they all seemed when I'd seen them die and be even more real than some people in the real world are.

Not that Hyrule wasn't real, it was of course. I'd been there, and you don't just visit somewhere that's imaginary...unless you've got concussion or something.

I closed the book and stretched, done reminiscing. Why live in the past? Today was Saturday, time for fun! Or something like that.

I felt optimistic, the whole day just for myself! Homework can wait for Sunday and today is fun day! I cringed, how corny did that sound?

I'd been bored with life ever since I'd returned from my 'adventure' nothing seemed to be exciting, Rolla coasters, films, anything. I'd been in danger before, I'd been a real hero, and I guess it was a rush or something.

Yeah, the rush of nearly dying can't be matched. I guess I missed being important; saving the world makes you feel good. Doing something for mankind and all that. Or Hylian kind...too confusing.

I flopped back onto the sofa that accompanied the attic room. The day had started so optimistic as well, they all seemed to go pear shaped after I get up these days.

Nothing for it, get dressed and do something to take my mind off boredom.

It only took half an hour. So much for that idea, didn't keep you busy that long. When was everyone getting up?

My fingers itched.

This was really stupid now.

A soft knock made me jump out of my skin and grab a vase. I peered round into the hallway carefully. Were we being burgled?

My heart started to beat faster, finally some excitement! Well, in a twisted weird way, but yeah! I gripped the glass harder and moved into the passage.

"Hello?" I called softly "You better not be stealing or something" I felt my fingers go numb from blood loss and loosened my grip "I'm armed and dangerous you know, you don't want to get hurt do you?"

A voice spoke through from the kitchen "Who's going to hurt me?"

I bit back a yelp. It's scary when voices come out of nowhere from a room, isn't it? I pulled my hand back as someone moved towards where I was standing and out of the kitchen.

I bit my lip and braced myself for a hard throw or a hit as they came round.

Here they come...

I brought my fist with the vase in it as hard as I could and...

"Link?"







Oooooooooooooooo cliff hanger, sorry it's so short, I couldn't get into the swing of it for a while and I'm kinda wavering on it at the moment. So read, review, tell me what's hot what's not etc. I'll try to send an email around all you people who review when I update because heaven knows you can tell when a stories been updated these days. Thank you for reading tune in next time for the continuation of this story!