Just telling you guys… I really shouldn't be doing this right now. It's summer, and I don't think I've ever been this busy. sigh . I have sixteen storyboards due tomorrow and I've only done about three… So I'm kinda pressed for time. BUT, I did tell you that I'd be posting in a few days… and it HAS been a while. So, I decided to get this done first.

Right then, this is a request. I was asked nicely to post an entry from the Great Deku Tree… odd as it may sound… I like this idea. However, I did need to change a bit of the request. It was supposed to be an entry where the Great Deku Tree expressed his feelings as Link grows up. But I came up with this. Sorry for any inconvenience this may have caused, but I am the author and I believed that this would be a lot more… meaty. (Not to mention easier and more fun to write.) So here we go…….

Character- Great Deku Tree

Setting- The placing is, well… obvious. But this takes place when Link's mother drops him off into the forest. The Great Deku Tree is torn about what to do with the child that a dying woman left to him.

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Farore's Gift

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I look to the sky.

A dull light shines from the north…

From where the castle's being built.

It's non-stop over due north.

I cannot be doing with it.

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All this…

Rebellion.

When will it stop?

Why cannot we settle for one King?

And one alone?

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I believe after this man…

This Hylian…

Harki-

Harkini-

Whoever he is…

After he becomes King…

Things will change.

I believe this.

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But only after this war.

This disgusting, filthy war.

After this.

It will all fall into place.

Destiny will take over.

And the land will rule.

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Stars begin to appear.

Shimmering in the inky sky.

Their numbers grow lesser as they approach the dull glow.

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What are they doing there that is so important…

That they turn off the stars themselves?

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A few streaks of light pass me.

I tear myself from the sky.

I look around my clearing.

A dozen fairies float lazily around me.

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The wet grass dances as they fly low above it.

I am at peace now.

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I look to my left.

Against the wall is a small patch of tall grass.

Happiness fills me.

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In that grass are the seedling Kokiri.

Still very young indeed.

Twelve moons old.

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The fairies take care of them.

They are their guardians.

Such small children cannot take care of themselves.

They protect them forever.

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I smile slightly.

The thought that one day…

These babies will grow…

Into full children.

I love that.

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I watch as the fairies each swoop up and down.

Playing some game, I expect.

The Kokiri are all asleep now.

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I prepare to close my eyes…

As they are heavy now.

But something snaps them wide open…

A scream.

Long and piercing.

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I hear a rustle in the trees beside me.

All the fairies scatter.

The children in the grass are well hidden.

I draw my face into my bark.

I am only a tree now.

Just a tree..

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I look through squinting eyes as a woman falls into the clearing.

A long arrow juts out of her back.

She tries to get up.

And fails.

She pulls out from under her chest…

A bulging bundle.

She crawls closer to me.

She's at my roots.

I can see into the bundle now.

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A baby.

It is a baby.

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The woman's heavy breathing fills the air.

Like a rattle.

She clutches at her chest.

She strokes the baby's face.

Then…

"Oh Goddesses. Protect my son. Protect my little boy!"

She begins to sob.

"Please, take him, Goddesses. Please let him live. Protect my boy… My baby. Link."

She pushes the baby away from herself slowly.

She cries harder.

"I am unable, Great Ones. Please take care of him. Be safe my boy, Link be safe."

The heavy breathing stops.

The woman hunches over.

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Slowly,

The fairies reappear.

I let my face show.

I look down at the red liquid coming from her body.

The stars shine off it.

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The fairies hover over her for a second.

They turn to me.

"What shall we do with her?" Asks one.

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"We shall take her into the Lost Woods. There, she will rest." I say.

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A fairy flies over the bundle.

"And what about this one?" It asks.

Another comes.

"Shall we take him in there too?"

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"Yes." I say, "That is best for him. To die with his mother. Take them into the Woods now please. That way, he will not wake and see this."

I gesture to his mother.

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The fairies all help to pick up the mother.

As soon as they finish with her they will carry the boy.

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I look down at the bundle.

I see the young boy's face.

Link… did she say his name was?

Very odd name.

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I bring a bow down and go to pick the child up.

Before I touch his skin I feel…

Strange.

Like what I'm doing is wrong…

Like I should…

Like I should… Keep him.

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I feel that…

Destiny is strong here.

That he must stay here.

Not for his whole life… no.

But until…

Until…

I have no idea.

But he cannot die.

Not now anyway.

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I pick up the child with my limb.

I sense…

A strength.

Similar to that of the Goddesses.

I bring him over to the tall grass.

I remove the cloth around him.

I place him carefully in the grass.

He is still sound asleep.

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The fairies return.

They all demand for the baby.

The high pitched squeaking harms my ears slightly.

"No baby will be left to die today-" I say.

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"But you just said-"

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"-Never mind what I just said. The boy will stay and live among us. He will grow under our care. He is a Kokiri."

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"But, Great Deku Tree. He is a Hylian. He will grow into a man. He cannot stay here. He will not remain a child like the Kokiri." Says a fairy.

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"I feel that his stay with us will attract no attention and he will leave us before his manhood. Until his time comes, he is no longer Hylian, but Kokiri. Understand?" I tell them.

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The fairies all make a noise of acceptance.

Most of them fly away into the night.

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I look across to the patch of grass…

Just one last time before I go to sleep.

Link…

The new Kokiri.

He lays amongst the rest of my children.

He will grow with them.

He will grow with me.

Unknowing of all this.

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I smile sleepily.

I had to take him in.

He has a large task in his future.

I can feel that.

I need to look after him…

Until he must leave.

Because one day he must.

But until that day I must take care of him.

Such small children cannot take care of themselves.

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The end! Yey! Okay. I liked it. Sorry it took so long top get up for you all… but it's here now.

Well, I have two more requests in the barrel right now. One from Navi's POV and another from Keapora Geabora (However you spell it. I'll have to check later though. It's the owl, anyway.).

Right then… Just a quick question… This is a very unusual request. This particular owl pops up everywhere, and I was wondering if this kind Requester could specify what they would like me to cover in this POV. And I hope you guys aren't expecting actual dialogue either… 'cause I ain't buying that.

Please review and tell me what you think. (And about the owl POV please!)