They all thought that I was dead. Why shouldn't they? I had thrown my Kokiri belt into the water of Gerudo Canyon and kicked my boots down there as well. I had taken a knife and cut most of my long hair off and a piece of my tunic and dropped those into the water, too. It had been a well-executed plan. From what the thieves told me, and the newspaper clippings that they brought, I was assumed dead. Now, I sat, looking at the most recent article.

Kokiri Child Assumed Dead

The disappearance of Saria, a young Kokiri child, has struck terror in the minds and hearts of all. The girl was last seen at the wedding of Princess Zelda of Hyrule and the Hero of Time, Link. The new King himself has been in mourning since she has disappeared, sure that the worst has already happened. Needless to say, the evidence has pointed in this direction.

A belt that has been identified as one that she was wearing to the wedding as well as a large swatch of fabric that has been matched as a tunic that Saria has worn frequently. Also found was a large amount of hair that the king assures us is hers.

"Trust me. Saria was one of my best friends. This is her tunic fabric, I know, and I would recognize her hair anywhere. No other Kokiri has ever had hair like this." Further investigations are being made.

I laughed evilly. Link had been married to his beloved Zelda for almost two weeks, and the change that the thieves had made in me was beyond obvious. Today, I was meeting with the head Gerudo, a new woman named Desdemona, who is said to know everyone's inner desires and could make them reality. I knew exactly what I wanted, and if this would be true, I would use my newly formed Gerudo powers to break my once love down. I stood and smoothed down my shirt, then glanced into a reflector. I was proud of my new reflection. With a nervous sigh, I headed off to speak to the one who could grant my wish.

Desdemona was meditating when I entered the room. She looked up and smiled at me, looking nothing like your everyday Gerudo. When she stood up, I immediately felt intimidated. She was tall, blonde, and slim, built nothing like the other thieves. Around her head was a thin strand of pearls, but other than that, she was dressed in typical Gerudo garb. She wore a sheer purple skirt, traditional ceremonial wear, and a burnt orange top that stuck to her like a second skin. She nodded to herself and closed her eyes to think.

"Saria. You are unique." She looked up at me for confirmation. I nodded unsurely. "You aren't a true Kokiri. They never grow up, never mature, never… love." With this, I felt the tears welling up."It was him, wasn't it? The hero of time… Link." I could barely nod.

"Yes," I whispered. "Yes. And he has to pay. I want him to regret what he did to me. He's going to forget about that princess and come with me. And then I'll make my move." She looked at me appraisingly.

"I will give you what you desire. That is what I am here for. Don't worry. Close your eyes." She started muttering incoherently, and I started to feel an odd sensation all over me. When I opened my eyes again, I screamed at my reflection.

My hair was a light, pale green, almost white. My eyes were their familiar shade of olive, but other than that, I was completely transformed. I was as tall as Desdemona, if not taller, my waist small and my stomach flat. The shirt that I had been wearing was now even tighter on my chest and the skirt barely covered my legs. I smiled knowing that now I was irresistible. Desdemona looked at me and nodded. Knowing that I had gotten her approval made me feel like I could conquer the world.

"Go, Saria. Go do what I gave you the power to do."