Disclaimer- Me own nothing. Ok? I'm just a kid. =P I thought of the plot, true, but I don't actually own anything. A/n- Ok, this is my first /good/ Zelda fanfic. I wrote one when I was ten, but it's incomplete and horrible. I might re-write it, though. But, anyway, I'd love you to review. This was supposed to be a one-shot fic, but I then I got new ideas and it got WAY too long. So, please, enjoy my story. This is from Zelda's POV, and she's 19.

Accidental

By Deystar

I never meant for it to happen. Any of this. He was just a boy I knew. He was in my prophecy, and he was going to save the world. True, he was nothing like I could ever imagine him, but... he saved the world, didn't he? And he accepted his fate readily. Not many street rats can do that. Not the ones I know, at least. So, he was a sloppy, lazy little boy that went on a journey and became a hero. You'd think his story ends there. However, it didn't Before I knew it, he was my friend. I didn't know how, when, or why. I just knew he was a friend to me, something I had very few of. So I treasured our time together. I was only ten; how could you blame me for wanting a friend so bad? However, then he had to go save the world from a delusional skull kid with a mask that somehow got the idea into its head that it should squish the world with no regard for even its own safety. So, I was left alone again. It may have been three days he stayed there in my time, but it felt like I could feel ever day he did, ever one he redid. I was lonely. So, when he came back, I threw a party for him at the castle. I know; stupid and petty. But, I missed him, and he had just saved the world again. So, we were messing around in the castle fields again, kind of like all the other kids. Except we were boxed in. I could tell this made him uneasy. However, he stayed with me. Our friendship grew solid and strong. Sure, he left to go on an adventure every once in a while, and I'd miss him with all my heart. However, he always returned to me in the end. I knew he'd always be back to play some more. However, at about the age of fourteen, we started to become... different. Like the fact that I got my period and couldn't swim in the lake with him one week out of the month. And, I was becoming a bit more... well, girlish, you might say. While we still played rough, I liked some time away to relax. And that's something a guy can have trouble doing sometimes. Then, it was very awkward. We were teenagers, and we spent every day together. You know, a few kids together in the fields are kind of sweet, but two teenagers... well, people started to get ideas about us. And neither of us liked that much. However, I think my dad hated it most of all. He'd spend hours telling me about the importance of me marrying a prince. Like I didn't know that already. So, we started to drift apart again... and it was tearing me apart. One day, I told him how I felt. I mean, when your only friend suddenly can't be over a lot because of stupid gender differences, you get a bit depressed. He gave me his little half-smile, and my heart skipped a beat. Not because I liked it or anything; his smiles usually meant good news. Or, at least that's what I told myself. And then, he told me that he didn't care what people thought. That we could be friends if I wasn't ashamed to be with a guy all the time. I felt like I could do anything at that wondrous moment. So, we spent the next couple years together, and we turned seventeen. That seems to be the time it really started. We were horseback riding in the fields beyond the castle. We were having a race, and, for the moment, Snowflame was bolting faster than Epona. It was like the time of my life; I'd never before beaten him in a race! However, I was off my horse and tumbling down the hill with him before I knew it. He'd thrown me off. Down the hill took us out of the guards sight, but he didn't worry. We rolled around a lot. We would be ok. However, I'm not sure the phrase 'ok' described it. Once we stopped rolling, I found myself on top of him. At first, I just stared down at him, and he stared up at me. Then, he started to laugh. I asked him what was so funny. Nothing, he told me. Just you look funny. You're hair's strewn across your face. I looked at him weirdly, and informed him that his hair was just. At this, he laughed again. No, mine's worse, he said. Then, we both started to laugh. However, I got slightly dizzy, and leaned my head down against his chest. I only half realized I was still on top of him. He told me that if I got up, he could carry me inside. I blushed deeply, and rolled off. He shot up, picked me up princess style (which could only be expected; I'm a princess!) and carried me to my room. There, he laid me down in the bed, and pulled the blanket over my shoulders. He gave his famous half-smile. My heart lurched. It always did when he gave me that look. He asked if I wanted him to stay until I fell asleep or if I'd like him to leave then. I answered almost immediately that he could stay. He laughed quietly. Goddess, I loved his laugh. All right, he told me. Then, he kneeled next to my bed, and gazed at me with his inquisitive blue eyes. Somehow, it made me feel a bit safer, to know he was there. I fell into a deep sleep. I didn't know what was starting to happen that very moment...

This is the end of Chapter one! Tell me if you like it. Please? I'm going to go on, but probably not as Zelda speaking. It's probably more like the prologue than chapter one, but... oh well. Just please review! I'll give you brownies!!!