Laral paced back and forth.

"You're gonna wear a hole in the floor." Commented Eon.

"Where the hell is that moron at?!"

"Probably on a date with that beautiful girl…"

"Shut up, dorkwad."

"You're so mean…!"

"You're so dumb…!"

"Augh!"

"I'm just worried about him… I've got a bad feeling…"

"Oh, so suddenly you're in love with Link?"

"Hardly."

Eon reached for a cream-cheese cookie sitting on the table. Laral smacked his hand hard and he yelped.

"My cookies." Laral said simply, not even bothering to look at Eon as he whimpered, rubbing his hand gingerly. She laughed mercilessly.

"Aw, shut up, you greedy pig." Snapped Eon.

"I'd be careful who I was calling a pig if I were you." She shoved him on his butt, striding out the door. She made sure no one was watching, then sang the song of soaring softly. She closed her eyes, feeling the familiar tug of warping through the thresh hold of another world.

Link looked around. Where the…? He drew the master sword, his mirror shield close at hand, as well as his hook shot, bow and quiver. He was ready for trouble.

"So… you can travel through space and time?"

He glanced up, his sword poised for attack, then lowered his guard when he saw it was only Fira. She stood with her hands on her hips, abnormally big blue eyes looking at him, dancing with amusement.

"And…" she added, "You're willing to travel it to follow me. That says one of two things. One, you're really brave. Two, you're really stupid. I'd say… it's a combination of the two."

"How did you get here!? Even more… how did I get here?"

"I got here by Phirien. She can travel through any portal that has ever been opened, whether it's been closed or not. How you got here is beyond my knowledge and curiosity." She petted her weird looking horse. Under her touch it morphed into a dragon.

"Where are we?" demanded Link.

"Tyrreena. The world and time I come from. I thought you'd be surprised."

"How-"

"Shhh." She put her finger to her lips and strained her ears. "… Get on behind me. Now." She commanded, voice tense.

"But-"

"Did I ask you to argue? It's come with me and be safe or stay here and get chewed to bits by werewolves."

"I think I'll go with you…"

"That's what I thought." Fira scampered up onto the dragon and he followed her. She narrowed her attractive eyes. "Three words, Link. Hold on tight."

"Yeah…"

All at once she dug her heels into the dragon's sides and let out an eerie sounding note. She's singing a song… just like my warp songs! Link realized, and he clutched the leather that served as a saddle. She gasped as an arrow whizzed by her head. Another arrow came, but Link didn't see where it went. She stopped singing, leaning forward hard on the dragon Phirien. She breathed deeply, although extremely panicked.

"Tiahyi!" she screamed, her voice agonized.

The dragon shot off at breakneck speed. A bright white portal streamed in front of them. There were ear piercing howls. They were dull of lust and hunger. Fira nearly went limp in the saddle. They burst through it and the next thing Link knew they were in the middle of a green clearing inside a huge circle of purple stones. Fira slid off of Phirien and landed with a soft thud in the grass facedown. Link gasped. Phirien transformed into a somewhat human form and cursed. Phirien was now five foot six and thin with a gray apprentice tunic, black leggings, and heavy leather travel boots. Her hair was long and straight. It was odd in color, because it seemed to change colors as the sunlight hit it. Phirien's eyes were the creepiest thing about her. They were pure black. She healed and flipped Fira over.

"Are you gonna stand there or are you gonna help heal her? You are the Hero after all!" she said in a weird accent.

 "How do I heal her?"

"Seriously, people in Tyrreena are convinced you can save them when you can't even save Fira!" she rolled her eyes. "Okay. What she did was use to much magic. She was trying to put a protection spell on me, you, and herself, plus warping and healing me… I was pierced by an arrow. Using to much magic can kill you if you're not careful. She wasn't careful. Now you place your hand over her like this…" she put her hand on Fira's forehead. "And you say Rywequel."

"Rywe-who?"

"Ry-we-quel."

"Alright. I'll try."

Phirien backed off. "Be careful of using to much magic."

"Okay." He put his hand on Fira's forehead and instantly drew back. She was as cold as ice. He hesitantly put it back, realizing that cold wasn't a good sign. Link closed his eyes, concentrating.

"Rywequel." He breathed. It felt like someone had called on the dark depths of his mind that he had never explored. He seemed to be exploding with magical energies.

"Let it go!" yelled Phirien, though she sounded a thousand miles away. He released the feeling and all tension rushed out of him. His arms fell to his sides.

"What happened?" Link asked tiredly.

"You coulda got yourself killed, kokiri! Geeze! If you hold on to the magic it'll keep increasing and increasing until your system can't take it anymore, baka! But," she said grudgingly, "Ya did all right for your first time. Most people start out by lifting a pebble. You just saved her. Not bad… for a boy."

"Augh…" Fira rolled onto her side and sat up blearily.

"Glad you're awake. Thought maybe you'd used to much magic. Putting yourself a little high on expectations." Phirien crossed her arms but said no more. Fira got unsteadily to her feet.

"So where now, Miss Fira?"

"Fira. No miss. Um… I suggest we go to Byon-xian. Tirin would want to see him."

"Okay." Phirien re-transformed into a horse. Another horse was picketed a few feet away.

"You can ride that one, Link. Follow me and stay on guard. Oh, and put this on." Fira tossed him a green piece of material. "It's a little more… inconspicuous…  than Kokiri clothing, seeing as there are no such things here." She herself slipped on a black one, and Link realized it was an odd cloak.

"Thanks, Fira."

"Now… I owe you twice as much. The debt will be repaid. I promise." She set off at a quick pace. Link jumped on his horse, trying to catch up to his companion.