I was going to wait until I got some comments before I started this chapter, but I'd never get anywhere at that rate (hint, hint) so screw it.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ZELDA! (chases off lawyers with a golf club)

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Link's Story

Chapter 4: When Wizzrobes Attack

It was morning by the time Link came to his senses. His head was throbbing so hard he could barely see straight, and when he put his hand to his forehead it felt sore and swollen.

What happened last night…? Link struggled to remember. I was running away from the house and ran into a tree branch…

THE HOUSE!

Link leaped to his feet (although the sudden blood rush nearly made him collapse again) and turned towards where the house was.

The sight that greeted him was a pile of blackened rubble.

"NO!"

The house was a painful sight. Link could see traces of his home among the charred wood and ash: an iron pot, part of a chair, a charred book…but something lying right in the middle of the remains of the house made Link drop to his knees and start to vomit.

Lying in the middle of the house were two sets of human remains.

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Link's room, Present Day

Link angrily scrubbed at his eyes with the back of his hand, brought to tears by the painful memory. So little…so little had survived.

Link reached into the collar of his green tunic and pulled out a ring dangling from a thin silver chain around his neck. It was a simple ring, made of silver with a beautiful blue stone.

It had belonged to his mother.

His mother hadn't worn it very much, but Link had always loved it. He thought it matched her eyes perfectly, and it sent shivers down his spine whenever he held it. Link enjoyed the sensation, but he thought that maybe that was why his mother never wore it.

Link gave a start. He could have sworn for a moment that he saw his mother's face reflected in the ring, but it was only his own tearstained face. Sighing, Link reached under his pillow and began to rummage around.

Almost instantly, his fingers closed around his other treasure. He pulled it out and held it up to the light.

It was his father's sword, and Link's most prized possession. (After the ring.) It was a standard double-edged sword, with a wooden handle carved with simple designs, including a Triforce symbol directly below the hilt.

Since it was his only memory of his father he had left (besides the photo) Link was terrified to use it. He hadn't unsheathed it in months, electing instead to use a wooden training sword.

Link was brought back to reality by footsteps approaching his door. The door opened slightly and the mayor poked his head in.

"Link?"

Link angrily turned away from the mayor, showing that he did not want to talk. Regardless, the mayor cleared his throat and began to speak anyway.

"I'd like to speak to you about what I said earlier."

Link shot a look of pure venom over his shoulder, but the Mayor pretended not to notice.

"I know you are angry about being sent away, Link. I can understand that. After all, your parents grew up here, as did you, so it holds many memories."

He took a deep breath and continued.

"But I hope you can see where I am coming from, Link. Granted, I didn't really want to send you away either. But it's becoming far to treacherous for you to handle…and I don't want to risk putting you in danger…I'm sure it's what your parents would have wanted."

He sighed.

"We'll talk more later."

The mayor closed the door softly. Link heard him pause for a moment and then walk away.

Although his words had been meant to calm Link, they had done nothing of the sort. If anything, Link was now even more upset than before. As soon as the mayor was out of hearing range, link jumped to his feet, fists clenched and his face scarlet.

Too treacherous for you to handle? That was like a slap to the face! The mayor had all but called him a weakling! Had he not been practicing swordsmanship every day?

What your parents would have wanted? The mayor had no right to bring his parents into this!

Link's blood was boiling now, and in his rage, he made a rash decision.

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Somewhere in the Lost Woods, Way, way, waaaaaaaay later

"Okay, maybe running away wasn't such a good idea…"

Link was mentally beating himself in the head, cursing his own foolishness.

Enraged by the Mayor's words, Link had simply grabbed his father's sword and jumped out the window, making up his mind to run away. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but where was he now? Stranded in the middle of an ocean of dark trees that went on forever, starving, exhausted, and covered in mud.

He leaned heavily against a nearby tree and said to no one in particular:

"It can't get much worse, can it?"

Wrong.

The air was suddenly filled with cruel laughter. Link jerked his head up and discovered that he was now surrounded by 5 tall figures dressed in black cloaks.

Link's eyes widened in horror. "Wizzrobes!"

One of the Wizzrobes, a female, took a step towards Link and removed her hood. Her hair was pure white, and her face was ashen, with green reptilian eyes and magical runes tattooed all over the left side of her face. Link felt himself recoil slightly: he could see nothing but insanity and bloodlust in those eyes.

Link took a shaky breath and asked in a voice that sounded braver then he felt:

"Who are you? What do you want?"

The Wizzrobe smiled, revealing needle-sharp teeth. She cocked her head arrogantly.

"I am called Carock," she began in an oddly alluring voice. "I am an elite Wizzrobe sorceress." Her smile broadened. "And I am here to take your life, Link of Kakariko, as my master has ordered."

Link was dumbstruck. Suddenly unable to speak rationally, Link found himself starting to babble. "Take my…? But why would…? Who would…?"

Amused by Link's plight, Carock's smirk grew wider still. "You need not trouble yourself with such matters, boy. Where you're going, it won't matter much." She spoke this in a voice that a mother might use to calm a crying child, but even an infant would have been able to see that there was no sincerity at all in it.

Link struggled to focus his thoughts. If Carock was, as she said, an elite Wizzrobe sorceress, then her master must be high-ranking indeed. In fact, her master was probably Ganon himself! But why would Ganon want HIM dead? What danger could he possibly pose?

"I think," Link began, deciding to stall for a little time, "That if I'm going to die, I have the right to know the reason behind it."

Sadly, Carock was NOT going to fall for that. "You're just stalling boy." Her voice had gone from being dripping with honey to dripping with venom. "What kind of a fool do you take me for? Anyway, I grow weary of this idle chatter." She raised her hand, and a ball of black fire formed around it. The other 4 Wizzrobes, which up until this point had been motionless, did the same. Carock flashed Link another fanged grin.

"TIME TO DIE!"

Link could only watch helplessly as all 5 Wizzrobes launched their fireballs into him. He felt burning agony rip through his body.

Then nothing.

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Carock: HEY! I'm not supposed to be in the 1st Legend of Zelda game!

PW27: Let me ask you a question, Carock. What is this?

Carock: Uhhh…a fanfiction?

PW27: And do fanfictions have to be 100 supportive of the game's actual storyline?

Carock: Uhhh…no?

PW27: And do you know what that means?

Carock: That you can put me wherever you want?

PW27: That's correct. You're smarter then you look.

Carock: Yeah, yeah, yeah…(mutters something really rude under her breath)

PW27: WHAT WAS THAT?

Carock: Nothing…

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