Link wandered the edges of Forest Haven Deep in thought, once or twice he would speak with the Deku Tree every about the coming trials in his journey, about Zelda who waited for him, about everything except the strange dreams and it's dweller. It was an avoided topic, and while Link was restless to hit the waters again and continue his pursuit for his journey or the mysteries of the Dream Walker, there was nothing he could do, for he was confined here.

It was nice here in this peaceful haven, and he was thankful for the moment's rest, it eased his tired mind somewhat. Link had made his way to one of the higher lofts and was upon his back gazing at the endlessly blue sky. The breeze was nice here and he could be left to his thoughts. Of course being used to life on the move, his body ached and craved for action, it wasn't easy being kept in one spot. It was like running so fast and so far and then suddenly hitting a brick wall. The boy could not do much except practice his sword skills to ease the tension. And while the Kokoros were around to watch him and keep him company, he mostly kept to himself.

Two days have passed since the Deku Tree asked Link to stay for fear that everything that had happened thus far would continue. He felt that it would be better if Link stayed within the Forest Haven since the poor boy was pretty shaken from his last dream and unfit to travel. On the side the Tree kept an eye on Link to see if the dreams persisted, and he sealed the main entrance way. Even if the crafty boy found a way to escape, he would not go far, for the King of Red Lions had agreed that this was for the better. Zelda was in a safe hiding place, and Gannon hadn't made a move for a while. He cruised about the island and made sure that Link would not go anywhere for now.

Though their intentions may have been for his own good, Link could not help but feel like a prisoner, and he worried for the Dream Walker. He hadn't had a dream since the last one.

"What if something happened to him?" Link thought aloud. While the Deku Tree and King of Red Lions had suspicions about the Dream Walker's intentions, Link just KNEW that he wasn't evil or anything of the sort. He was asking for help, and of course, Link couldn't deny him that.

Link closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. He still saw the images of the nightmare every now and then, but it didn't trouble him as it first had, and he thought about this and the other dreams.

"A Rulo Nuakot De Cedw." He said softly. "I have waited so long." The Deku Tree had translated the sentence for him, and he repeated it till it was committed to memory. It only made him wonder more. "What is that you want?" But nothing came to him and Link found himself drift off to sleep.

***

When he heard the soft weeping noise, his eyes opened slowly.

"Crying? Who is crying?" Link rubbed his eyes and rose into a sitting position.

To his surprise he found that he was not surrounded by the green scenes of the Forest Haven, instead he was in some sort of stone room with high ceilings there was a single window high above and soft gentle sunlight spilled in to burn trackless upon the pedestal by his side. And imbedded in the pedestal was the Master Sword.

How did that get there? He thought. He checked himself and found that it was no where upon his person. It was then he realized something important. Perhaps the stone color of the structure had masked the fact, but what ever the reason, the whole place was black and white. The Master Sword itself was dark and bland, the light shined upon it's beautiful blade was white.

Link Stood facing the Blade, and he noticed a huge door way behind it.

"Another Dream huh? Well okay then." He said aloud. "What are you trying to show me now Dream Walker?" And as if on cue, some one walked in, but it wasn't Dream Walker.

It was a lady, a very beautiful lady. She wore an elegant cloak but Link could already guess she was of great importance. The woman moved with a grace that spoke of regal bearing and though her face glisten with tears, she held a bearing of a proud goddess. Her hair was long, and Link could only guess it's color. Strangely enough, even though this was his first time seeing her, Link felt as if he'd met her before. The only hint of who she was was a glinting tiara upon her head, and nothing more.

He stood there speechless unsure of what to say. What was he suppose to do? Kneel? Bow? Shake her hand?

As the woman approached him, he found that he could not move, he was totally glued to his spot. And it was then that he realized he was just standing there staring at her. He shook his head as if to clear his mind.

"Ah, um, Miss?" He began timidly. She stood before him now with the Master Sword between them. Link looked up to her now and saw the deep sadness in her eyes clearly. It was sadness so tangible, it made him want to fix it immediately. Link wanted to comfort her so much, but before he could say anything more, the woman collapsed upon the sword. She leaned upon the sword her face against it's silver blade. Her whole form raked with sobs, precious glistening tears kissed the blade gently.

It was then that the blade began to glow softly and Link could only guess why. But he couldn't stand watching the woman cry. And he walked forward and carefully touched her delicate hands that were gripping the hilt. But she did not react. Link tried to get her attention again, but she did not answer.

Could she even see him? Link wondered. And who the heck was she?

Finally after a moment's pause, the woman tried to regain her composure, but the tears came, if anything it made her look so much more beautiful in the light. Just like a goddess. And it was then that she spoke softly, her voice just as Link imagined it to be.

"A Rulo Nuakot De Cedw…Link."

Hylian. She spoke Hylian, but this time the words were familiar.

Link's eyes widened as he heard the words she spoke. He knew them, and he heard his name.

"Hey! How did you know my name?" He asked her. But Link saw that she was not looking to him. She still did not acknowledge that he was there. Was this a memory? "Why Can't you hear me?! Miss!! Tell me who you are! Do you know the Dream Walker?!" Link tried to shout at her, but she did not even flinch.

Was this another clue, or another cry for help? Did the Dream Walker show this to him and if so, what for?

***

….

..Why?…

Link opened his eyes slowly, the familiar sunlight greeting him. He raised a hand to shield his eyes.

Another vision, or was it just a dream? In his head he thought he felt the echoes of a headache coming on. This kind interpreting stuff definitely wasn't his forte, and he was beginning to wish that the dreams would stop.

"Stop playing with my emotions." Link muttered under his breath. "Dream Walker, I'm getting tired of it. Why do you do this? Why won't you just talk to me." The boy talked to the sky. "And why me?"

The silent breath of the winds rustled the leaves of the great tree softly was the only reply he heard.

"Well that answered my question." The boy quipped to himself. "Okay, it's time for another visit with the Deku tree." 

***

The Skeletal throne shattered as a figure was thrown into it, the pieces scattering upon the ground in every direction. The dust kicks up in the wake of the collapsed throne and coughing can be heard.

There is laugher, and a tall bulky figure walks forward. This Man approaches the mess and waits for the dust to clear. When it does,  the prisoner of the throne sits upon the ground breathing heavily and struggling to recover. He is bruised and beaten, and his face is rugged as if he had been in a brawl. It is clearly seen now, that he dons dark armor and among the gashes and dirt on his face, markings can be made out, one under each eye and one large marking upon his forehead.

He opens eyes and in the dimly lit room his eyes take on a crimson glow, but there are no pupils to be seen, and one could only describe it as the look of a demon. When he hears the deep laughter, his lips draw back in a furious snarl and the sharp incisors are clearly seen.

"Come now, is that all you've got? I know you can do better than that." His opponent mocks.

The Demon prisoner launches himself backwards from the platform skidding a few feet back and grabs the double helix sword from the ground. With a vicious snarl he hurls the blade at the figure, who easily knocks the blade away with his hand, unfazed. With lightning quickness the demon follows up and makes another assault trying to catch his opponent off guard, but to no avail, seemingly reading his moves, the other man simply raises his other hand and hot magic leaps forth catching the demon squarely in the chest sending him flying backwards. He lands with a heavy thud upon the cold stone floor sending dust and rubble flying every which way.

Dark sinister laugher ensues as the poor broken figure is struggling to roll onto his side.

"A good effort, you become more and more savage as time goes by, I always enjoy our little sparring session together." The Larger man says walking up to the fallen demon, his black robes whisk silently behind him in his wake. "I am pleased to see my little 'experimentations' are turning out fine results. Look at you!" He swept his arms out in a grand guesture. "A work of genius! A warrior  born of genetic engineering, welded together by magic and the purest of elements! And with an absolute allegiance to me."

The demon's eyes flashed angrily. "RUJKUHT!" He spat. This only caused the Man to laugh and he watched as the furious demon gathers himself and makes a grab at his sword. He stands holding the sword with one hand in a vaugly threatening manner. After a second's pause he hurls himself forward with blinding speed, but instead of simply slashing his opponent, he  launches himself into the air as the man fires magic down range at him sufficiently missing. The airborn demon then begins to flip trailing his sword after him making a deadly spin upon his opponent. The smile fades for a moment upon the man's face as he quickly throws up both swords seemingly as if from no where, blocking the attack in time.

When the demon lands behind, his taller opponent swings downward trying to catch him, but the fiend immediately rolls to the side and makes a brutal swing trying to catch his opponent off guard, but the man uses his other sword, and double helix blade's slash is barred an inch away from it's intended target.

"Very good, but I'm afraid that I'm too keen to your tricky maneuvers now!" The Man boasts as he swings in with his free sword quickly, the demon sees this and tries to jump away, but the reach of the long sabers catch him still and sends him flying back, crashing into the hard floor, dust and debris kick up every where. His Helix sword clatters nosily upon the cold stone floor, a indication to the end of the fight. The demon himself tries to move but the beating he took thus far are more visible now. Every muscle strains and shakes unsteadily, but his eyes burn brightly, showing that his anger has not waned a bit.

"You still resist me strongly but in time you will come to revere me as your master, as it should be. I created you, gave you life, why I even bestowed power and strength upon you so that one day you would come to serve me by my side as a faithful follower and general to my dark army. Truly a worthy fate for one such as you, you should be grateful."

The Demon swordsman shook his head vehemently, shutting his eyes tightly. " Doloh!!  Oei Gujkot Oeih Kamo!! A't Hukxoh…" One trembling hand reached over and grabbed a sharp piece of bone, and held it to his own neck, but no matter how hard he strained every muscle he simply could not get his own limbs to obey his command. The Dark Man placed one hand upon the Demon's easily taking away the sharp weapon.

"I'm afraid I can't let you do that. I've worked too hard, planned too long and waited an eternity for this chance, I want you to see the new world I shall create. And you, my precious swordsman will become the spearhead of the new world order. The people will see you and will know who the master is, and the desolation you will bring about will be absolute! Is it not perfect?"

The Demon swordsman trembled and shook uncontrollably. "Doloh…Ak Gacc Doloh Xuffod. Kxoho Aj Xefo…"

"You don't seriously mean that brat!? You are getting senile Kamo. What can a child do to me?"

"Link Guj Urco Ke Hojkeh  Kxo Master Sword…" Kamo started. But the other reached over and lightly touched Kamo's forehead with his forefinger and index finger. There was a sharp pang noise and a small spark and Kamo's eyes were blank. The anger was gone and he was silent.

"So you have been watching that wretched boy also? As I recall that manuver you did seemed a bit familiar. So you think there is still hope in that boy eh? You disgust me with your buoyant talk and emotions! But don't worry, the spell that I have placed upon you will work out all the useless emotions you still hold on to. I admit that I'm impressed with how long you've been able to last. I'm not sure how you do it, but every time I must return here to erase the memories that you keep regaining. But no matter, I'm sure this will come to pass. Won't it Kamo?"

The Demon named Kamo  gave a curt nod obviously under the trance, his silver hair moving elegantly with his every movement.

"Come here Kamo.."

As ordered, the demon swordsman rose oblivious to the wounds he sustained in the fight and stood before his master who visibly towered over him. With one hand he caressed Kamo's face.

"My precious Kamo, you were forsaken by all that you held dear, but I will embrace you as one of my own. You should be grateful that I gave you such a fate. Now tell me who is it that you serve?

Kamo took a step back and kneeled in a knightly fashion, a clenched fist across his chest.

"Oei, Mujkoh Gannondorf…" He said. His head was lowered but hidden from Gannon's view, the small tears came to fall unnoticed upon the floor.