*Note: When gabble and nonsense words appear in this story, don't fret! It's all part of the story. It is my lame version of the Hylian language. If you can decode it then you're pretty much a hard core gamer and fan fic reader, AND you'll understand much more of the story. And even if you don't, the story will be revealed to you in due time (of course.).  As always, Please Read, enjoy, and Review! 

**In another place unknown and Unseen by the rest of the world a crumbling temple sits shrouded in thick layers of fog.**

Deep within the temple a figure sits upon a royal skeletal throne adorned with webs of ages past and layered with thick and heavy chains that can stand against powerful magic. There is an enormous sword embedded deeply at an angle on the left side of the figure's body and positioned so that the double helix blade leans against the body and especially the neck of its prisoner. The weaves of chains are tangled and seemed to have no end, but if one looked closer, they would notice that the figure's limbs are bound and tangled into the weave making a tight hold. In this large room inhabited by fog there are no lights except for the beaming column that shown from above, its light white and ghostly, casting shadows upon the prisoner. The afore mentioned fog swallows the ground and makes one wonder if there is one, except for the elevated platform on which the throne sits.

There is small noise and the figure stirs, his slight motion heard by the soft clinking of chains. The figure tries to raise his head, soft fringe drained of color in the white light moves with the softest air.

From below the fog two small yellow lights appear and a second figure arises constructing its form from many bones. When it is finished, the Stalfos walks forward and bows respectfully before the imprisoned form.

"My Lord," It speaks, its voice is airy and hissed from its lipless skull. "Why is it that you attempt this once again after so long?"

"Kxuj  Reo Jxenj Misx Fhemajo" The Prisoner replies steadily, his voice young and very much male.

The Stalfos is silent for a moment before saying; "He does, I have been watching him as you have instructed. He was able to get the Master Sword and is now after the Triforce of Courage shards. I can see why you hold such promise in him. But Even so, I would still have to warn against getting your hopes too high up. He may have the looks and weapons, but can he really be a hero? Why he's only a shrimp!"

"A Rulo Nuakot De Cedw…." The prisoner replied sadly. The stalfos noticed this and lowered it's head as well.

"As have I, but even so, you shouldn't get your hopes up at least not so soon. The child still has a lot of growing up to do. And he's a little rugged with the sword skills."

At this, an unexpected chuckle caused the stalfos to look up. The figure was smiling, an emotion that the Stalfos hadn't seen in centuries.

"Xo Muro Hosbcojj Uk Kamoj, Rik Kxuk'j U Semmed Khuak Ad Xohej."

The stalfo's eyes glimmered softly as if silently laughing as well, but it faded back to it's normal errie glow. The figure's smile had also faded, but into a sadness that was so common. When he spoke again, there was a little shakiness in his voice that Stalfos could hear.

"A Rulo Nuakot De Cedw… Kxo Jfott GannonDorf  Xuj Jok Ifed Mo Aj Whenvdw Dkhedwoh nxuto Mo Dfahak Nidoj."

The living bones seemed to think as if considering to ask what was on it's mind, but after another moment, it decided to ask anyway.

"Gannon created you for one purpose, but that has already been achieved, what will he do with you now?"

It was then that a visible shudder ran through the prisoner's form, the chains moved but did not make a sound. After a deep sigh the prisoner lowered his head, neck ever resting upon the helix's sharp blade.

"Nxuk Oloh Xo Caboj. A Xuko Ke Kxudb Nxuk. A  Um Wcut, Toofco Wcut Dxud A Um Dek Judo Ud Dxejo Kamoj, Tomodkot RUJKUHT." The last part was snarled and the prisoner's lips were curled back showing a vicious set of fangs. The Stalofs looked away at the sheer vehemence the prisoner bore.

The prisoner noticed this and his voice became soft again, he looked to the blade at his neck shamefully and closed his eyes.

"Av edco Kxaj Jneht Seict Tacc Mo, Rik Dekxadw Opofk  Kxo Master Sword Sud Julo Den."

The Stalfos stood defiantly sweeping a hand across angrily. "Don't say such things! I'm sure there is another way my Lord!"

This earned the Stalfos a sad smile. "Ak Nacc ro Kxo Badtojk Usk Link Seict Oloh Te Veh Mo…."

Seemingly defeated, the Stalfos lowered it's bony limbs to it's side, dropping it's gaze to the ground. "Link, the boy who is ever following in the footsteps of the Hero of Legends…"

"Oei Kxadb Je?" He asked. Stalfos scratched the side of it's bare skull.

"Well it's like he's cut from the same cloth, but then he's completely different."

Once again a faint smile broke upon the figure's delicate features. "A Najx Je Misx Ke Jfoib Nakx Xam."

"Apparently." The Stalfos quipped. "But so soon my Lord? Do not forget, you deplete your energy and spirit much faster when you do that. I am surprised at how many times you've accomplished the task even now."

"A Ted'k Kxadb A Nacc Cujk Misx Cedwoh, Udt A't Cabo Ke Jfoub Nakx Xam Nxaco A'm Jkocc Cabo Kxaj."

"I believe that would be good, as he would understand better. But even so, with all your efforts, I believe he's taken quite a shine to you also, he just may understand even if you change."

The Stalfos saw the smile remain upon the figure's face, and felt as if it were being rewarded for its efforts to cheer him up. But sadly, there was a change in the air that both could feel, and the smile quickly faded faster than a flame in a lake. Both looked about and the white light that shown down upon the bound figure began to flicker.

"Looks like our time is up for now my Lord, but don't worry, I will come back as soon as it is safe again. Until then, I will continue my observations on Link." The Stalfos bowed.

The Lord gave a slight nod, but his features began to twitch. However, before the Stalfos turned to leave, the prisoner Lord spoke again.

"Oei Bden Xo Wulo Mo U Dumo? Kxo Don Juwo Kect Mo."

The Stalfos stopped. " Really? What is it?"

The figure smiled. "Dream Walker." He said.