Well...it's been awhile. A LONG while. But I have a really long update, if that makes you all happy...; Enjoy.

"Where is he!" Ganondorf said, grabbing Link's uncle by the collar. He had broken into his house, and was on a hunt for Link.

"Where is who?" he gasped for breathe as Gannon dropped him.

"The boy! Where is the boy?" Ganondorf yelled for the umpteenth time.

"The only boy that lives here is Link, and I don't know where he is! So just leave! Now!" he yelled.

"You are of no use to me!" Ganondorf yelled, and black magic started to form in his hand. Link's uncle's eyes got wide, and started to scoot back, and finally came to the back of a wall. He pleaded for his life, but the King of Evil showed no mercy. Ganondorf shot it at him, and his death was slow and agonizing. He screamed out in agony as the dark magic took over his body and ate him alive, while the Gerudo laughed evilly and watched with anticipation.

"Link…" death filled the air after his last words escaped his lips.

I sat in the back of the cathedral, in the last bench, on the edge of it. Zelda not knowing what to do, was pacing up and down the aisle of the two, long rows of benches, studying the stained glass windows, the chandelier, and the paintings above it. The little girl in green (it's Saria, if you haven't already guessed) was watching us, comparing us to the hero and princess Hylians she had known so many centuries ago. Impa was waiting for the rest of her fellow sages to come about. I was expecting something to just pop up, or something out of the ordinary to happen at any second, but I guess that was out of the question. All that I had coming to me was much, much more than that.

All of a sudden, a person appeared in front of the alter. I squinted, and looked at the figure, but the dim, golden light that bathed the cathedral wasn't good enough for me to see. From what I saw, I could tell it was a woman, and something told me I knew her too.

"Who is this?" I asked, getting up, and then walking up the aisle, passed Zelda, who was now staring at the figure, and then going up to her to get a better look. And it was someone I knew--it was Ms. Nabooru.

"Hey, Link, long time no see, eh, kid?" she asked, her orange eyes gleaming, and my blue eyes getting wider in shock.

"Yea...I guess so... What happened? What happened to Ganondorf? Did you kill him? What happened? What's going on with this all? Whose the cloaked lady!" I asked, spitting out questions to her as if I were thinking aloud.

"The cloaked lady, in fact, is another person on the faculty," Nabooru said, smirking. "Isn't that right, Impa?"

"Wait a second! That's...Ms. Impa!" I gasped as Impa took off the cloak, and smirked the same smirk as Nabooru, which made me wonder for a second if maybe they were related, or if they had known each other for longer than I had known them at all.

"Yes, I am. But you can call me Impa now, I guess. We are not at school, and now is not the time for proper addresses, hero," she said.

"Then don't call me hero! I have not a damn idea what that means, and you say this is not the time for proper addresses! I am Link! Link I am! Do not call me anything else, because I am Link! It's a one-syllable word, with four letters! Need I spell it out! L-I-N-K!" I yelled, and started breathing hard. Zelda giggled at my little rant, and I started to calm down at the sound of her musical laughter.

Nabooru looked at Impa and said, "You haven't told him who he really is?" Impa shook her head slowly. "Then I presume you have not told the girl either?" Nabooru mused. Impa shook her head one more time as Zelda looked up at the two women, and Saria chuckled quietly to herself, as this was all falling into place.

"What do you mean, ma'am? I have a role in all of this as well?" Zelda asked Nabooru.

"Yes, actually…but we cannot speak of that now, princess," Nabooru said.

Zelda and I sighed as we took a seat, having no idea what was going to happen, and were mentally guessing what would happen.

"Is everybody having fun?" a deep, hearty voice bellowed.

"Ah, you made it, Daurina!" Nabooru said.

"Yes, and I am quite glad. But we have more chances of being discovered, I'm afraid," Daurina said, and hung his head. "Ganondorf is looking for the hero and the princess," he looked over at me. "And I am sorry to say, boy, that your uncle-" I didn't give him a chance to finish, and I jumped up and ran over to him.

"WHAT ABOUT MY UNCLE!" I yelled, getting angry.

"Your uncle is…that is to say…he is dead. I'm sorry," Daurina said, and I really was shocked to the point past crying.

"He…he…I…" my heart felt empty, and I'm sure that my eyes were lifeless as well. I sat down, and my head tilted. My mouth was dry and slightly ajar, and my heart seemed to be slowing down as this sank into my mind. "He's dead…I have…no one left. No one. I have no parents now, none at all…it's not…it's not right," I said, murmuring things to myself as I tried to contemplate life without someone to guide me, or take care of me.

Zelda gasped, "Oh, my God…Link, I'm so sorry…" I heard Zelda say, and her voice was breaking. My whole world shattered then, and I stared off into the flat air as tears fell silently from my face.

Ganondorf watched as his minions, or rather monsters at his command, as they all marched out in front of him. They were silent as they marched, and the only sound that could be heard for at least a one-mile radius was the sound of marching over-sized feet. They lined up in rows of eighteen, stared straightforward, daggers and claws and whatever weapons they had ready to go.

"Go, my minions! Have fun, and don't forget to leave anyone behind! I want everyone searched thoroughly, and if you can't find anything that is of use to me, I want them killed! We can't have useless people walking around! You know what I am looking for! Go and get it!" Ganondorf bellowed. And with that, the military of monstrosities marched in the opposite direction, towards the direction of the city. He cackled, and then went on a search of his own for a certain hero and a certain princess.

The dead silence that filled the cathedral, and I couldn't take it any longer. "So, what are we waiting on?" I asked, trying to look on the brighter side of things.

"We are waiting for Raru, the Sage of Light," Impa answered me, looking sympathetically over at Zelda, who was sitting in the last row of benches, on the corner.

She had her knees up to her chest, and was trying not to let anymore tears come. I felt sorry for her, because not only had she been made fun of that day, not only had she been fearing for her father, but because on top of it all, when we saved this whole place, she would be the queen of it. She would have to rule a whole people at the age of fifteen. I walked over to her and sat next to her.

"It's okay, Zel. It's gonna be okay, I promise. Just don't cry anymore...it's making me sad," I said, hugging her. "I'm not going to leave you, either. We'll get through this together...here and now." I patted her back as a sign of comfort.

She hugged back tightly and spoke softly, "I never asked for it, Link...I just barely met you this morning, and now we have a destiny together...isn't that funny?" she sniffled, and pulled back to face me. "And I thought my life was boring..." she chuckled softly and a little sarcastically, "I never would have had a thought in the world that I...I was...royalty. Especially one of an ancient race. It's just odd, is all, and I don't know if I'm ready to except that kind of responsibility. I don't know what my father would say...I don't even know if he's alive right now. But..." her eyes began to have a little bit of light fill them, "I'm willing to take the chance, as long as you're here with me." She took my hand and clasped it between her own hands.

I looked down at my own hand between her two hands. Maybe this is something for the better, I wondered. Maybe everything will turn out alright.