Hicky: I was getting a little discouraged with my first few reviews, but that wouldn't have stopped me from writing this little story.

Trent: Really she's appeasing both side of the Zelda/Sheik argument. Some say Sheik is a man, and yes, I'd say he is. Some say that Sheik and Zelda are the same person-

Hicky: And so they are! So, with one little change both arguments can be made true, all we need is Zelda as a guy. So, I don't own OoT although I've played it about 5 times, and I love it.

Trent: And she'll be jumping to the Sheik years pretty soon. Maybe even next chapter.

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Meeting in the Courtyard

The day began as it usually did. I woke up to find a dress and everything else I was to wear laying nicely on the foot of my bed. I got dressed without a seconds thought. It's not as if I thought I was suppose to wear dresses... I just wasn't allowed to wear anything else. I don't think I'm a girl. Thankfully, although my father seems to be mentally ill, the rest of the castle has raised me as a boy and even call me something a little more masculine, Zel. I'm grateful to them. Otherwise I would have thought I was a girl and that would have been difficult to pull off eventually.

My father wanted a daughter to marry off to another kingdom's prince. Note to father; I'm a prince too. So, what would happen is this; I would get engaged to a prince from a neighbouring kingdom, and then we would be married. So far, so good, since everyone thinks I'm a girl. Now, this is when things get tricky... the night after the wedding. I can't even image the look on his face, and frankly I don't want to... so back to my regular morning.

Since I was now dressed it was time to have my make-up put on. Yes, I have to wear make-up. These extenuated lips and thick eyelashes aren't natural, especially not for a boy. So, my maids came in a did my make-up. All that was left to do was my eye-drops. They were the same mixture that is given to relieve a Goron's itchy eyes, but they did something very different for me. They changed the true, red, color of my eyes into a sparkling blue. Father thought that red was too much of an evil color, so I had to make them blue and there I was, pretty little Princess Zelda.

Another problem with my father was the fact that somewhere in his head he knew I wasn't a girl, and so, whenever he saw me for any period of time, he'd start acting oddly. Maybe he felt guilty about what he was forcing me to do, or maybe it was just easier to for him to think I was a girl if he didn't see me that much. That is why I didn't spend much time with him, and why I stayed in the courtyard usually. My father's lazy and stays indoors.

I walked out of my room and toward the courtyard. On my way I passed my father and curtsied to him before continuing. As I walked on, last night's dream began replaying in my mind. The dark storm clouds billowing over Hyrule and then a ray of light shooting out of the forest, parting the clouds and lighting up the ground. The light turned into a figure holding a green, shining stone, followed by a fairy. I knew what it meant. I'd been having the same dream for the past week, and I had told my father. He didn't believe me, and I didn't care, but Impa did, and that made me feel good.

When I had gotten to the courtyard I sat down on the steps to continue my thoughts. I lost track of time and only came out of my dream-like state because I heard something inside the castle. Being curious, I peeked in through the window above me to see what it was. A man, dark of skin and fire-y, red hair, walked toward my father. His clothes were black and red, adding to the evil aura he gave off. I wondered why my father was talking to such a man. But again my thoughts were cut off. I spun around to look at the intruder.

A green tunic and matching hat; a little wooden shield and a tiny sword, that fit his size. I was a little worried until I saw the fairy, and I knew that this was the boy from my dream. He ran up to stand before me and he asked if I was the princess. I mentally laughed and told him I was. I told him about the sacred Triforce and my dream. I asked if he believed me, clasping my hands in front of myself as if begging him. My eyes shifted to my hands for a moment before I looked back at him. 'What am I doing? I'm never this prissy,' I thought as I let my hands fall. He believed me, and I was happy. I asked him to look in the window at the evil man, and he did. He agreed to find the other two spiritual stones and then he left, only to be stopped by Impa. She taught him the song of the royal family, the one she played to put me to sleep. He played it perfectly, note for note. Impa then took him out of the castle so the guards wouldn't throw him out on his backside.

So I was left alone in the courtyard to think about my new ally. He seemed confident and strong, for his age anyway. He was twelve and I was eleven, though I was taller than him. His name was Link and he was a Kokiri, or so he said. But there was something about him that seemed off. I hadn't ever met a Kokiri but I'd heard about them. They were around this age, and stayed that way forever, or for a really, really long time, so that part fit. His clothing was obviously Kokiri, but he lived in the forest with them so of coarse that is what he'd wear. But something inside him was different. Link had courage and was adventurous, because he had left his forest home, and I was told the Kokiri's never left the forest. He was cute too; with his little tunic that didn't even reach to his knees; his sandy blond hair that shone in the sun; and his bright blue eyes. I felt a little sad that he had met Princess Zelda and not Prince Zel.

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Hicky: Yep, there you go. Prince Zel. Okay... I took a picture of Zelda and drew it, then flipped it and drew a picture of Zel in his Sheik outfit. Same face, same eyes, same body structure... and it looks like a cute little bishi! So if anyone wants to see then I'll send you it.