Small note at the bottom...heres another chap...sry it took so long, promise i'll b faster thanx 4 the reviews...i loved them all

Hero

For a long while, a time seeped with pain and misery, Zelda stood alone. For a long while, she spoke nothing. For what seemed an eternity, Her eyes stared into the insignificance of a void, which didn't exist. What was this pain? She drew her eyes upon the one thing that had taken away her everything. It shone with such amnesty, such a power of righteousness, that it took all of her self will not to scream aloud. How could something like that…bring such bitterness? How? She let the instrument fall without regard to the ground, which was a pure heavenly white. The once mystical cloud filled area, was now nothing more then a sheen holy briskness. A pure white glass surrounding.

For some reason she didn't feel trapped. What it the point of living, is there is nothing worth dying for? What is the point of trying to go on, when you know nothing will make you smile. Zelda lifted her hands toward her face, and stared at the beautifully crafted silk gloves. More then anything, she wanted to ask Link if he ever wondered where they both went wrong. Without meaning to, she absently clenched her hands into fists, still susceptible to the power remaining in her blood. If she could just try once…just to see.

Her legs suddenly melted under her, and she felt a fast stab of pain through her heart. Falling harshly to the glass floor, she found herself on her knees with her hands spread out, keeping her from collapsing completely. What am I thinking? What have I done?

Never before had such a powerful hate coursed through her veins, and never before had she ever experienced such a feeling of helplessness. She was not only mad at herself, but also at everyone…for forcing her to give away what she had fought so hard to keep. It was a tight feeling that spread across her chest, and brought such agony, such remorse, that she wanted nothing more then to die. Where did I go wrong? Where was her sapience now? Zelda felt a blackness tugging at her senses, and knew that only in a matter of moments, she would remember nothing of the past. Everything would erase itself from her memory…and it would be as though Link never existed. She knew everything would be different. It would be so painfully different, and in the midst of everything…none of that would be apparent. She would never know.

Zelda felt a strange sensation overcome her, and it was as though her body was being pulled from a dream. She was falling backwards. Falling from the sky, with her hair flowing around her in a mass of gold. She could even feel the cold air pricking her skin and the night's darkness engulf her. Through it all she mustered the strength to lift her hand. The Ocarina was once again clutched in her shivering grasp. As she felt her fingers go numb from the cold, the Instrument glowed a warm tinge of sapphire. It looked similar to the light that had carried Link away.

She closed her eyes, and prayed with all her power that this wasn't the end. As the wind became harsher, pulling and tearing with all its might at her gown, she felt emotions swirling around in her head. Strange and distant pains and locked away happiness she had felt over the course of her life. It was as if they were being torn from her very soul, everything and anything she had ever felt before. It was a glorious and yet destructive thing. It was something completely indescribable. She was so curious as to know if anyone else had felt this pain. Is living worth the pain? Worth the cold and indifferent mask that we are forced place upon ourselves to hide our true feelings?

Perhaps this is for the better. She had done this, because it was the right thing to do. And maybe…just maybe, it was for the best, that her memories would be erased. Because then it wouldn't hurt as much. Because then she wouldn't remember what she'd lost. It had been a pitiful life. A life full of lies.

It was a life…Where every step I took…faith
betrayed me

I love you Link

My Friend…

My Savior…

My…Hero

Zelda awoke, her breathing labored, sweating, with her ivory silk covers plastered to her small frame. She took a steady glance around the room, her eyes finally resting on the window. It was raining slightly, and the small droplets of water almost seemed bitter as they trailed down the glass. For some reason, the back of her hand was searing with a white pain. Rubbing it on the back of her long nightgown, she couldn't help but feel tears come to her eyes. She vaguely remembered the dream that had awoken her only moments before. It was so hard to put together, but she knew that it had been so sad. She had been in great pain. Why did these dreams keep plaguing her sleep? The tears fell freely now, and yet as they gently cascaded down her porcelain cheeks, she didn't know why she was crying.

What was the sadness that brought her to her knees during the dream? She absently continued to rub her hand, even though the pain had stopped. She seemed to know exactly what was happening during the dream, but when she woke up…she couldn't remember a thing. Suddenly a thought hit her. She'd been having this dream every few nights for the past couple of months, just after her sixteenth birthday. Could this be…a prophecy? She shook her head vigorously, and strands of golden hair fell delicately from her long braid. No…that was impossible. What could possible happen to bring her such pain? She was only a princess…its not as though she could do something that would bring on such a thing. Besides, she didn't have any special power other then telling tiny bits of the future. And still she thought it was all just a coincidence. So a few times she guessed what was going to happen…so what? Suddenly Impa tells her she has prophetic dreams

She sighed and decided to try again. Scrunching up her face in concentration, she tried her hardest to recall the events that had happened. Minutes later, she had a pounding headache, and a succeeded in only making herself cry harder. Only one word was visible in her mind. Over and over again she found herself saying it aloud. No matter what she did, it didn't spark a single memory. Hero…what did that word have to do with anything?

Taking a few slow and steady breaths, Zelda willed herself to become calm once again. Glancing around the room, she noticed just how dark it was. Maybe it would be better if she asked Impa in the morning. Perhaps she could find some answers then. With that careful thought in mind, Zelda lay back down in her bed, and closed her eyes.

Although no matter what she tried, she felt silent tears escape her closed lids, and no matter what she thought about, a tearing feeling was seeped across her chest. It subsided to a dull throb, which tore at her heart with every moment that passed. It felt like a sadness she couldn't begin to describe.

Hey again. Sry it took me so long. I wasnt planning on writing another chapter. But i decided that Link and Zelda deserve another chance...so yes, this will continue into a story, and i hope u enjoy it...please be nice with reviews, and this is just like a teaser chapter, getting into the mood and all that stuff. love all the reviews, thank u guys so much! -----Nayru-B