AN: I really need to find a way to upload sooner... maybe I shouldn't read so much… but reading inspires me… aw man… well that's not the case, the case is that… I need to find a bloody damn way to write faster and update sooner! Please if you have any ideas to improve that, I beg that you tell me… if not… I'm really going to be so damn late when uploading! Aww well…

Ah! And for the mistakes I did in the earlier chapters, I thank you that you appointed them to me! With your help I'm sure I will improve greatly when writing and it'll cause you no trouble for understanding the full meaning of the story.

That reminds me! I had made some little changes in my writing style! From now on the thoughts of the people are going to be specified in italics as well as special references and emphasizing, but be AWARE that not all the italics are thoughts, when they're thoughts they'll be enclosed by "" so you must read carefully in those parts!

And also I'd like to appoint that in wherever chap the journey begins I'll specify where are the characters. I mean I'll sign where x scene is going to be held…

But for now I must bid ya all farewell, I need to go on with the story!

Oh and for Link's "adventure" in the death, don't worry! He's not just going to be with the creature for I plan much bigger things for him!

This is something he won't forget… if he makes it out alive…

The vast Hyrule field rich in both, beauty and calmness. It was not so long before sunrise. Soon the green lush of the land would greet the warmth of the provider of light, the rising sun, who would appear not so far over the horizon.

The peering light would soon cover the entire land. Its warmth would reach the mere center of that mighty country, Lon Lon Ranch. Its people, already preparing for their chores even before they meet the sunrise, were just a single three-member family, surrounded by the peaceful horses, the good-hearted cows, and the crowing cuckoos.

Lon Lon Ranch was the unique ranch of that powerful country, yes, but it was nonetheless world famous due to their great pure breed horses and undoubtedly delicious milk. That fine milk was undisputable top-quality; even the Royal Family bought it.

The secret for that fine milk?

It was the love and care the cows received from a lovely, as well stubborn, red-haired girl. Indeed, the ranch had been famous since years ago before that girl was born, but its quality began to rise even after she was born.

This girl, of whom it is speak, was the daughter of the ranch's owner. She had beautiful blue eyes, which were always sparkling with joy. Her young features were adorned with a wide-open smile. She occasionally wore a simple white dress with blue workings at the borders. Brown leather boots, useful for hard work, except that her arms and hands, tan due to the hot sun, were barely covered, as the single-piece dress was also short-sleeved. The collar of the dress was red, yet, it seemed like a tied kerchief with a strange adornment hooking both ends, curiously, it seemed quite fine along with the simple piece of clothing.

The young girl was playful as her infantile nature, but that didn't mean that she didn't hold a high sense of responsibility. Her hands, being the proof, were rough from the hard work, yet they were still too soft as she was young.

Talon, the ranch owner, owed his sometimes-completeness-of-his-chores to his daughter and Ingo, a worker for the ranch so close to the pair that he had become a part of the family. Talon was a lazy guy who would stay asleep all day, mostly all the time surrounded by his beloved cuckoos.

But that's another story.

The thirteen years old girl responded to the name of Malon. And at that precise moment she was at the corral singing her beloved song, Epona's song, to a group of horses that were surrounding her. She was sitting on top of a white colored mare that was lying on the grass. The characteristic smile was adorning her features while she sang.

Everyone seemed to enjoy profoundly the beautiful voice of the young girl. They seemed in a kind of immobile state as the young, innocent and full of hope voice traveled through the air filling with warmth the ears of the creatures enough fortunate to be close at that precise moment. It was because somehow her voice, her precious song, emanated not just the beauty that the youth produced, but a very maternal caressing sound too.

And it was because of that that the calm creatures enjoyed so much to hear her sing. The fear ness and worry ness that the world made them feel, vanished from their bodies as they felt protected by the young red haired. They trusted her without limit.

But everything has an end, no matter how tranquil may that be. The peaceful notes began to fade away as the red haired opened her eyes and the animals began to feel the restful environment to slowly disappear. It was not but after a short moment that the sound completely ceased, leaving the poor animals with a sense of disappointment.

Thing that was ignored by the youth blue eyed.

She stood up and stretched as a pout adorned her features momentarily allowing her senses to come back. A familiar tickling sensation was covering her left leg due to it has been beneath her body the whole time while the song has lasted, it was partially numb for the time being. Most of the animals quickly fallowed her sample.

She looked, at first, towards the barely cloudily, and still darkly sky. She smiled as she saw that it was going to be a beautiful day. A lonely breeze flew to her uncovered arms making them shiver a bit. Then, almost lazily, her gaze turned to her staring companions and her eyes sparkled with enthusiasm.

"How was it? Did you liked it?" she asked them like if she was a little girl showing her new draw to her mother. It was strange, but the animals in front of her, most of them being horses, quiet likely seemed to neigh in approval.

Satisfied with herself, she gave a melodious laugh, "That's good! That's good!"

As the little family didn't have neighbors close to them, (the closest at least three kilometers apart) she didn't have but a small number of friends, (without counting her numerous family of animals there at the ranch and, too, without the fact that both Castle Town and Kakariko knew her very well for her well-known reputation as cowboy, or in this case, cowgirl) that is why she kept a close connection to the animals. But, of course, she kept a closer connection to the chestnut colored, young mare known as Epona.

She blinked in realization. Her hand flew to her chin in a thoughtful pose. Her smile transformed to one of a curious cat's. Staring to nowhere in special, she began to wonder about Epona.

When was the last time she saw her?

Ah, yes, it was about three years ago when Fairy Boy parted on a journey to search for some friend of his. She remembered that day when they parted.

Her cat-like smile turned to a one of nostalgia. For her, it has been partially difficult to see her beloved Epona leave, but she knew that Epona would become happier if she leaved with Fairy Boy, because she trusted him and knew that he was going to take a lot of care of the young mare.

But even with that trust, she couldn't help but to feel a little worried for her safety, for their safety. It was natural, after all, she had emotions.

"Hmm… maybe Zelda knows where are they," she whispered to herself, closing her eyes. She and Zelda knew pretty much each other, they were really close friends so such things as formalities didn't cross between them.

"Who?"

She jumped, startled. She didn't expect a reply. Her head searched for the source of the voice, which was not so far apart of her.

"Hi dad!" she greeted Talon with her usual mirth. Then, as an answer to his question, she replied, "Oh! No, don't worry! I was just thinking about Fairy Boy and Epona."

Talon took the same curious expression as she had earlier. "Oh, that's right. They haven't come for a pretty while, huh?"

Malon closed her eyes, still smiling. "Yeah," she agreed, then her eyes opened and wandered to see a young group of horses not so far from them. Talon fallowed her gaze and smiled as well. "I wonder if Zelda knows anything about them. I bet she knows something."

"When does she not?" Talon laughed looking back at her. Malon laughed too as well. Talon has have the opportunity to met the young princess once, he saw that she was wiser than him in so many ways that he couldn't count. Also, he saw that she almost knew everything about anything anyone questioned her, thing he has tested himself, or rather, Malon has tested herself.

He once accompanied Malon to one of her trips to the castle, and he didn't remember exactly how was it, but Malon asked her a very difficult question about things in ranch. She asked the young princess about what does the young pigs do when they are cold. There was once when they tried to raise pigs but they saw that it needed a lot of work.

Anyway, the princess answered the precise answer that just but a very few people know.

That's easy, they climb over their mother.

And that left them with an open mouth. They, before they tried the pigs, didn't know about that until they saw it with their mere eyes, and the princess answered it without hesitance. Sure she read.

"I'm gonna see her today," she said. Then with pleading eyes she asked, "Can I?"

Talon gave a hearted laugh, "Yes, of course!"

Malon smiled widely showing her white teeth, "Thanks dad!"

"Your welcome," he smiled in return. Then a playful smirk showed in his face, "But of course you won't go until you finish your chores."

Malon giggled, then she feigned a pout, "Aw…"

"No 'Aws' to me miss!" playfully he warned. Malon considered her options, licking her lips. After a few seconds she though of a way to get her revenge, "All right, but you're gonna get me to the castle!"

"Bet!" Talon said without thinking. Suddenly he realized what he said. "Aw… damn! And I wanted to sleep all day!" he exclaimed causing Malon to giggle, "Sorry! No 'Aws' are fair!"

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Lost in the Death

"When the Darkness within our self"
"Attempt to got out"
"We only fall into our thoughts"
"And we'll never get back into the Light"
"Just then, is when… we're really dead."

"But…is death all that bad?"

Chapter 5:
The Stranger

The sensation of dread and bitterness did not leave his tongue for so much later after he had seen that. It was then when he realized the enormous sacrifices that people had made for him and his future. He felt as he, unnervingly so, was not worth of so much sorrow from them. They were brave, perhaps even braver than him, and though he hasn't done so much as to honor their name. They were far more honorable than him.

He was amazed and completely dumbfounded at such courage and boldness that the maternal instincts produced in women. To see such sacrifice from them was, indeed, a sight to admire. The mere thought of a mother trying all on her power to protect her child was something that made compassion to arise on him. But stronger the compassion and admiration was, when he learned that his very own mother did make a sacrifice as such like giving her own life for him.

Yes, for him, the one who (as he believed) made nothing for her but to cry in her arms when she made her way to the escape, to the salvation that was, once, awaiting for them. Who made nothing so as to try at least and protect her back. But that, at that time, at that moment, was completely impossible for him due to his unconscious state of immaturity. He did not have the strength to even protect, on that time, his self, even less another's life.

But he thought and felt guilty for her death, no, for their death. He, of course, couldn't have forgotten about the forgo that his father made for him and his mother. The warrior, who gave his life to protect his beloved ones, was the greatest as he didn't thought twice of doing so. The proud blood of that hero ran through his own veins making him feel stronger, protected and even guiltier. If it were not for his forsaken destiny, both, his parents, would have been alive and happy with a family of their own.

Not dead just as him.

He knew that early or late he would have accompanied them to the afterlife, but he, absolutely, quite not expected it to be that early. But that didn't matter now, as he now stood "where?" was his question, and he couldn't do anything about it, besides being with a completely unknown creature for him, who knew him better than he himself.

Ah, the pain and sorrow of the mortals can be so… beautiful if seeing with the right gaze. But as beauty bounds from them, the same nostalgic and melancholic feeling makes people to have compassion for those who are forsaken to suffer the misfortune of being alive. It is such a pity that they do not realize the immense joy that death can gives them.

"What joy can they feel as being death, if they aren't even alive?" Link questioned him frowning.

Feelings do not just apply the mortals, my friend. You, as well as every soul, do not just comprehend the true meaning of being alive and being dead. It is over the conscious state of the mortals. They cannot see what they do not believe.

"And who are you to say that I can't understand it?" Link asked, displeased of the creature's words.

Because even now you still doubt. Mortals created the questions to make a guess of "what if" or "what is" something. They do not understand everything because they cannot simply believe in it. The wonders created do not let them see the truth, and so, they try by other means to find it, but it only succeeds in letting them know an incorrect guess. That guess later becomes a reality, but who are they to say that it is, in fact, the truth?

"Are you saying that mortals live in a plane full of lies? That the truth we know is only a false part of the life?" Link wondered, not excluding himself from the plane of the living ones, thing that didn't go unnoticed by the creature.

False, not. The truth is not the truth until it has become a lie. It is simply another truth with a different path. People believes on what they want to believe, and for that, it becomes the truth. Yet, the truth is not the complete truth until everyone sees it as such. But the conscious state of the mortals do not let them see it as everyone believes in what they want, and rather not in what they are supposed to.

"So just animals are supposed to see the truth?" Link inquired thoughtful.

The "animals" as you men so call them, are, too, mortals. They can see a farther truer truth than men, because not such thing as guesses ran frequently through their mind, they just let their selves to fallow their instincts, which were provided to see the truth. But, because they do not have a complete capacity of being in a conscious state, they cannot comprehend many things that men does. Yet, they have, still, a conscious, not fully awaken, state.

But then why do men cannot understand if it is needed the conscious state to do so?

Because they too have a weaker side. Being of a complete conscious state away of naiveté, forbids them to fallow their instincts, no matter how much they train.

Link was completely confused. Then, just children, little children, can understand the truth?

The innocence that fills children cannot let them to fully understand, but they can see it. Even still, as they are in a growing state, the naiveté makes them to feel the doubts that began to form because of the world that surrounds them. Seeking to understand what is going on around them, they search for answers, but later people inherit knowledge, their proper knowledge to those children, filling them with one of the lies that eventually becomes a truth to them.

"That is… that is why the Kokiris wouldn't let an outsider beyond the forest, right?" Link asked already knowing the answer. "Because…" his voice quieted considerably, his eyes searched for the floor and then they half closed. After that, he continued, "Because they didn't want to lose the truth… but the day the Great Deku Tree accepted me… it was the day they lost their… ignorance…"

The Kokiris did know the truth, but not the complete truth. At being depraved from the outside world aside of the forest, they knew not but a part of the world. Yes, you did make them to lose some of that ignorance as they, before you arrived, not knew about infants. You made them feel a newborn inquisitiveness that did not go unpunished. The Great Deku Tree, so as to prevent the loss of the partial truth that the Kokiris knew, ordered the lose of immortality to those who ventured out of the forest. That is why everyone believed in the instant death as they were too old to live.

Link's eyes seemed to be glowing, almost comprehending the words of the creature. But he still wondered. Weren't the Kokiris immortals beings? Then why the creature said that just mortals didn't understand?

The Kokiris are not mortals, but they are not either perfect beings, that is why they could not fully understand the complete truth. The reality that reigns over them was just an idea of forests and animals. They could not see the complete nature as the civilization is part of it.

But even if they didn't know about civilization, they practiced some of it by building houses and such.

The instinct of refuge does not just reign over the wild creatures.

But then why did they not know about it, if they could guess from their way of living?

The forest is connected to all kinds of environments, even other worlds, by portals that are spread throughout the forest. But certain things were not available to see from these portals because they were far from them. The Kokiris could not see everything, but they could see the most. They just did not know about certain types of environments and for that, a part of their reality was partially truth as well as it was a lie. Some of their nature is like men's after all.

"Like… men's?" Link though. The Kokiris seemed pretty much alike as Hylians, but still they were a different race. They seemed much like the children of Hylians, but they stayed like that forever. How come they became like that? Like quite alike and yet different.

Much of the races of your world and other's seem alike. Most of them have a humanoid shape and their characteristics does not differ much from each other. You know, because you have experienced it. Before knowing that you were a Hylian you were a Kokiri without fairy. Then, after knowing that you were a Hylian, you were granted with the power of transforming into a Goron, a Zora, a Deku and even a Deity. How come you know not of the similarities and differences between each race?

Yes, he has become one of each race. Even with that, he still couldn't comprehend why were they so different and yet alike.

Because you are mortal, my friend.

"Who are you?" she had asked.

It was not so long after she had found that strange and mysterious book, that an unknown young man appeared in front of her. For what reason, it was completely unknown to her.

After she had asked the man to identify his self, they fell into an eternal silence, at least for her, studying each other very carefully.

The intruder did not move, as if allowing the princess to stare at him forever. This complete stranger gave her uneasy feelings that filled her with an amalgam of emotions. She was bewildered of the situation, but who wouldn't be?

Just moments ago, when she found the old book, she talked to it. She has never talked to a book before, and so, she was unfamiliar with the experience. The mere though of a talkative book was bizarre by its sole means, but the actual fact of it was something she couldn't describe. It was something above her knowledge of any kind.

But it was more unsettling the fact that this intruder got to her without she even presenting him. She was just a child, but her wisdom was belie her age. She was the Seventh Sage, the Chosen of Nayru, the one holding the Triforce of Wisdom, and the one who had the spirit of a seventeen year old princess who has endured many hardships as like the Sheikah training.

The Sheikahs were not a race to easily fool about. It was an extremely rare occasion that someone could pass past their defenses without them to notice it. It did not matter that she was not a Sheikah by blood, because she received a seven-year training of their art. She knew the least to know when someone was near her in a ratio of thirty feet, as a minimum.

So it was extremely disturbing that this man has approached her without her to notice it. Suspicion was arising in her chest as well as many other sensations.

Yet, the sensation that over passed them all was the puerile, as well innocent curiosity of a child-mid-woman. Not even the fright could overpass it. It was like the crowned feeling at the moment.

After long moments of silence, the man answered with a stern and cold voice, while pulling down his hood, "Cayl de Cyaleh."

The intruder, Cayl, as it appeared, had beautiful short silver hair that very much assimilated white gold. He had strange blue markings on both of his cheeks giving him a slight native warrior's look. His features held an amazingly inexpressive face, handsome, but with a ferocious touch. His neck, being the only part visible aside of his head, was perfectly build, not to the point of rough, but slender, and it helped to accuse him of being the type that was, undeniably, strong. He seemed about the of age sixteen or perhaps early seventeen.

But that was not something that mattered much to her since she saw that the most unnerving features of him were his eyes.

His eyes, violet as the amethyst, held an opposite effect on her than his face did. Those mysterious amethyst eyes could easily chain anyone who would gaze directly into them, just as she was now. They were dim akin to the cats' and as equal as profound and upsetting. But they produced a set of sensations, each obeying to a different part of her, that made her feel unstable.

She felt like if she was flabbergasted, but in a childish way, and she practically wanted to jump and scream with glee as her naive part completely trusted those eyes. Yet, her prudent side told her to be cautious and prepared for anything that the intruder could do at any instant, they produced some fear in her.

Even with that weariness, the child mind somehow managed to reign over the wise mind. It told her not to be scared by them since it saw the beauty that was behind that ugliness that covered the surface of both eyes. Like if behind that serene and fierce look was hidden one full of compassion and kindness.

Those mystifying eyes, that told her so much yet so little, were, undeniably, some wonder. Those eyes that made half of her spirit frightened, reflected a dangerous air beneath them. But she was, too, enjoying that sense of danger as her other half of her soul was infantile and adventurous. She was much likely torn apart.

Suddenly, the young man half closed his eyes, releasing her from their enchantment. The focused stare that they radiated informed her that he was looking for something.

Or perhaps someone.

The simple fact that he has made his presence before her, told her that his mission involved her somehow. It wasn't a doubt, because he made his way past the guards to get to her. It was the lone proof as he was facing the unique heir to the throne.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded, instantly possessing over her a royal stoicism.

The man did not respond, he simply lowered his gaze. She followed it and gasped, he was there for the book. Instinctively she gripped it tightly. "I know not of your intentions here, but I must ask you to leave now or else I shall call the guards."

"No need for menace," Cayl stated shortly. "I am here just for one purpose."

Zelda's eyebrow raised with suspicion. Whatever the man's intentions were, she was not going to take risks.

"Whatever purpose may that be, sir, I do not know what does it has to do with me. Therefore I must really insist of you to leave."

The intruder's face kept as stoic as it was first, but his eyes widened in a harsh way. "I am afraid I can't just do that."

Zelda frowned, she was just about to shout for the guards when he stopped her, "My purpose is my life, princess, I cannot leave without completing it."

"And what purpose may that be?" Zelda asked. The man did not respond, instead he walked past her into the direction of the window. Zelda, holding tighter the book to herself, got out of his way, her stare never leaving his side.

"The birds, when they are adults, procreate themselves and make their nest for their descendants. Most of the times the female stands and waits for the male to get the food while she protects their lades from the threats of the world."

Zelda was completely lost at his words, what does that had to do with her question, was something she kept speculating about. But she hid well her befuddlement behind a mask of cordiality.

"What do you mean?" Zelda inquired. The strange man known as Cayl looked at her eyes once more, unblinkingly so.

"They have their own purpose, they fallow it without doubt. We are just like them, we fallow our own purpose," he responded. Zelda was not quite sure about what he meant by we, yet she couldn't help but to think repeatedly about it.

"We fallow our own purpose."

Shocking her head she said, "I still do not comprehend what does that has to do with my question." The man nodded, closing his eyes. His head turned once more to face the window. He kept silent.

The young princess watched carefully his reaction. She stared at him without blinking, almost fearing that he may possibly vanish any moment. This man was uncomforting her more than she liked.

"Feelings are much more than just words," Cayl began. "Much more than just sensations that arise on our body. They are something we cannot describe, something that means differently to each and every being alive."

Zelda was confused, yet, somehow, his words penetrated her in a way she couldn't be aware of. It was as if a new sensation had awaken by those particular words.

"They are not just reactions that creep on our body. They are not just a part of our personality. So… what are feelings?" he asked to no one in particular, staring back at her.

Zelda did not know why, but she couldn't find her voice for some moments. Shocking her head she finally found her voice, albeit somewhat harsh due to the mess that was her throat.

"I-i… don't know…" she managed to stammer. Cayl de Cyaleh nodded, his gaze turned once more to the window, freeing her from the loss of words and from the chain to his eyes.

"Immortality can be a curse, as well as a bless," he said. It seemed that this guy really liked to change subjects every time they fell into, not an uncomfortable silence, but a silence that produced a strange environment into the air. Any way, he continued to control the bewilderment of the poor blonde, blue-eyed, as the time passed. "It really depends on what they see."

Immortality is something that we cannot describe. Because it is too, a feeling that some desire.

It was still dark when she got to the mysterious woods. She had traveled through a secret and unknown passage, to most, to get into the mystical forest. She knew that only there her father wouldn't search, because most of the people feared.

The enchanted Lost Woods could be the curse to anyone who dared to enter without being part of the woods. Its magic was strong, as well as the Guardian Deity, who was the one who not just protected, but created the particles that conformed the forest, of it. The children, who most often entered, slowly lose their tracks and when that happened, the transformation began.

As the Lost Woods did not accept anyone who was not from the forest, so as to protect its creatures, made a way to prevent to kill, as it was forbidden in there, but, at the same time, to protect its inhabitants. It transformed every young being into one of them, the so called Skull kids. But that was just for the innocent kids, who did not know of the consequences.

But for those men who dared to enter just for ambitious thoughts, the misfortune that they suffered was much more terrible than those of the poor kids. The Lost Woods did not forgive such malice in the men's minds that often traveled to hunt its creatures. It made them to fall blind on their paths, and slowly die from either starvation or depression as they had nothing to survive for, and when that happened, their bodies began to putrefact and just their bones were kept left, and as their soul wandered about due to its restless state, they transformed into a living pack of bones terrorizing any other adventurer who traveled through the forest.

That is why people were frightened of even stepping a single foot into it. They all feared to get trapped by the strict woods, but she did not.

She was strong with magic, stronger than any men, aside of the Hero of Time and the King of Evil. She did not feared the woods owing all to her friends in there, and not just her power. She had the Guardian Deity of the forest, the Sage of Forest, being her fellow companion, and even the same Hero of Time.

It was natural that the woods welcomed her, due to her strong mind and kind heart. She not just respected the creatures of the forest, but also, cared about them. She would do anything on her power to help protect the creatures that inhabited it, because she respected her fellow companion far more than most of her friends.

Except that in this time she not there for a friendly visit. She was there because she needed somewhere to take refuge for her father not to fallow her so as to stop her. But what the young amphibious sage did not know was that her father has already accepted it.

Even though she wandered through the Lost Woods, seeking for the old temple of her friend. Her right hand was on top of her heart, searching with worry the temple, looking throughout the woods.

She was not worried due to fear, she owed her worry ness to the fact that she didn't know her way through the Lost Woods. Every time in the past that she has visited the old forest she had been accompanied by either Saria or Link. But now she was alone and she couldn't do anything about it, except maybe to keep wandering about, hoping at least that she could find the village of the children people.

The silence reigned for some minutes. Not been able to support without someone to talk to, she began to hum to herself. What was her surprise that after some minutes of searching she heard music. Music that reflected youth, that reflected happiness and innocence. Music that just the Kokiri could produce.

She ran to were the welcoming sound was produced. She liked that music, so much that she began to jump and sing freely, while she kept running towards the sound. It was then when her unconscious mind began to doubt of the sanity of her conscious one, but she didn't care. For all she cared anyone could see her and classify her as extremely joyous (or if they had the necessary guts, completely out of mind).

She just wanted to dance freely and with no worry. She just wanted to join the party and dance like crazy. It wasn't uncommon due to the fact that anyone who heard the joyful music of the Kokiris always wanted to dance like crazy because of the magic behind it. It reflected infancy, pleasure, and a life with not but a small part of worries, of depressions that sometimes life produced.

But why was there a party in the village?

That was something that she didn't know, nor that she cared anyway.

Finally she got to the village, unfortunately for her, she was standing on top of a higher level. As the velocity was too much to bear, she couldn't stop herself in time and she fell. Yelling all the way to the ground, (she wasn't accustomed to high places, even less fall from one) she shut her eyes closed from fear.

After some terrifying seconds, at least for her, of falling she landed with a loud thump in the middle of the field.

"O-ouch… ouch… ow…" she lamented painfully as she though of her soared back side, apparently she had landed on it. She opened her eyes, realizing that the music has stopped. Still looking to the ground, she beard a funny face as she cleaned the dust off of herself.

After doing that, she looked up to meet the scowling face of the so-called Boss of the Kokiri, Mido. He stood with his arms crossed, it was obvious that he was displeased for the interruption that the young princess, heir to the Zora throne, has made.

"Who are you, outsider!" he demanded. Ruto just glared at him and ignored him. She, instead, turned to a young girl with orange hair. "Excuse me, have you seen Saria?"

The girl, known as Tia, nodded, "Yes, she just went to her house for some lemon juice. Are you a friend of hers?"

Ruto nodded, thinking about what in the blue hell was Saria doing in a party when Link needed to be helped.

As if reading her mind, one voice spoke, "Don't worry, this is just a little party that they made to wish me luck."

The amphibian princess turned around and smiled. "Saria!" she greeted. The girl in question was holding the newly made wooden jar of lemon juice.

"May I ask, princess, what are you doing here?" she asked playfully and curiously.

The Kokiris gasped and turned to look at each other. They didn't expect that a princess, whatever raze was she, would be in front of them. Who could her be?

"Easy, looking for you," Ruto said almost insisting upon it, looking at the Sage of Forest's eyes.

She caught the indirect. "Ah.. wait just let me put this on the table."

Saria went to the nearest table and put the jar in it. Then she turned to the Sage of Water and hooked her arm into hers, leading her way to her house. Before leaving completely the dance floor, she looked back to the Kokiris.

"We'll be back in a moment," she said to them and both sages continued their way to her house. The Kokiris feigned to ignore them as they went, but in their inside, they couldn't help but to feel the interest that began to spread on them.

Once they got to Saria's house, she ran the curtain to let the princess pass. It was dark inside. Knowing her way, the child Sage went strait telling the princess to wait near the entrance. After a moment, Saria lightened the room with a candle.

Ruto's eyes weren't expecting the sudden light. She closed them to allow them to adjust themselves and then she opened them again. What she saw startled her.

"What happened!" she asked, almost yelled, surprised. The green eyed Kokiri looked around the room and then at her, she gave the young princess a sheepish smile.

The room, in simple words, was a mess. It seemed like if a tornado has entered her house and then a party was held after. The young princess could not believe that such a young (she didn't know her age) and polite girl could had such tremendous disaster. It was absolutely hideous.

"Hehehe… just preparing for the travel," Saria laughed nervously.

"Preparing for the travel? My, did you plan to get the whole house!" Ruto asked still shocked. Saria looked once more around her, the uneasy and bashful smile didn't abandon her.

"Well… it's not that bad," she spoke in a sang-song voice. Then she turned to her fellow companion, the Sage of Water just glared at her.

"Okay… it is that bad!" Saria sighed. The blue-eyed heir to the Zora throne shared the sigh.

"What happened here anyway?" she asked looking everywhere.

"The truth is that in fact I was preparing for the travel, but…" Saria began. This time the Zora's eyes returned to her original position.

Arching an eyebrow she inquired, "But?"

"It's just that I haven't ever traveled… and I…" she tried to explained, but the princess interrupted her.

"And you don't know just what to take."

"That is… right," Saria sighed once more in defeat.

Ruto nodded knowingly, "I know, I know. Fortunately, I'm here to help you, friend!"

The green-eyed girl looked at the smiling princess with enthusiasm. "Would you?"

"Of course!" Ruto smiled.

"Thank you!" Saria exclaimed with fervor, but as soon as that enthusiasm came it was replaced by curiosity.

Blinking she asked, "But, now that I remember, what are you doing here in the forest?"

"Well… I" the princess began but soon was interrupted by her friend.

"Wait, lets have some tea and then you'll explain me."

The Sage of Water, in whatever possible path she could take, made her way to the dinning table. Saria, meanwhile went to her little kitchen and put water to boil. After that, she made her way to the other chair left in the table, and both Sages took their sits.

While they waited for the water to boil, the young princess explained how she tried to tell her father, and how he didn't let her go to the trip. How she made him a letter, also she recalled the contents of it, which made Saria just to laugh nervously thinking about poor Link, (the princess calling for love wasn't so gentle as it appeared in the letter) and finally, she explained how she escaped that same night from Zora's Domain without anyone to see it.

"But… what if your father gets worried?" Saria asked with a tone of concern, though in her interior she felt dumbfounded at such actions. Just as she finished her question the teapot began whistling. The green-haired stood up from her sit and went to prepare the tea.

Ruto was stubborn, and even if she cared about it, she wouldn't let her friend know. "He'll be fine, he has to accept that I'm a Sage and I'm no longer a child!"

"Though, sometimes, you act just like one…" Saria though with a sigh while serving the tea in a pair of cups.

"But, surely, he'll know that you're going to meet with the Sages in Hyrule Castle, he'll search for you, so what are you going to do about it?"

Saria then returned, in whatever way she could, to the table. She offered a cup of tea to her and she received it gratefully. After that Ruto looked at its contents, deep in thought.

"I considered that," she told her with her eyes fixed on the tea.

"If not, I wouldn't be here... My father will not ever look for me here."

"How do you know?" Saria wondered.

"Because his men doesn't know the woods, they will think that I don't know them as well."

"You don't know them," the green-eyed told her in a scolding voice.

"It is a miracle that you made it to the village. Hundreds of people has been lost in them."

"I know, that's why I came here," the blue-eyed deviated her eyes to see her friend. Saria sighed at the princess's stubbornness (if she wouldn't have known her, she would have called her a fool for doing such a dangerous and risky act).

"But to get to the castle you'll need to get out of the woods, how are you going to do that?"

The only response she received was an embarrassed look. With a timid voice Ruto pleaded, "Actually… I was hoping that you would help me…"

Not really surprised, the green-eyed sighed for fifth time since the young heir to the Zora throne arrived.

"Okay."

The dust and sand did not stop to fly everywhere as the wind stroked the dunes with considerable force. It was cold, the sun has not yet risen and the earth, being like ice, felt as if thousands of knives pierced through your feet and to the veins, like if it was not sand but a chilling snow were your feet were buried, making them numb and useless.

The desert is like that, traitorous. In the day, being the most unmerciful place were you could ever step, the sand felt like fire and your skin felt as if it was slowly and painfully burned to the bone. The sweat in your eyebrows continuously fall into your eyes, making them to hurt and get irritated. But the hot sun was even more cruel, for those forsaken to walk below its strong force eventually fall into the cruel land. The water on their bodies dry out of them and their eyes, enough misfortunate to be aggravated, land on the sky gazing directly to the sun, and finally, its tremendous luminosity makes then blind and scalded, cursing them to be forever in the darkness.

The desert may be cruel, but also, it makes the strong to be stronger and fierce, to be prepared for anything that the world could offer him. It is the best place for great warriors to inhabit it, because the strongest are made of sand. It can't be destroyed and can penetrate through everything. It can be made into a harsh mountain, or perhaps into a gentle dune. It can be a mortal trap, or a cover for future salvation. The sand can even beat the water, by absorbing it, and not even the fire can penetrate through it. It is almost perfect, except for it has no life.

That is why a certain race choose to build their empire there, to be able to be as tough as the sand.

That race, being a descendant to the first warrior in the world, was not known just for their superior skill and cleverness with weapons and strict discipline, but they were acknowledged for their very unique characteristic, being all women.

It is truth that every one hundred years a male may be born to be the king of that women empire, but even that man cannot surpass the astute mind, fox-like, of women. Women are creatures more perilous and mysterious than men, they can seduce and enchant other individuals with their mysticism and grace, they, too, can take care of those around them by a gentle and soothing love. Both are common characteristics of those beings, but they have other distinctiveness as well, like being the most agile and ferocious warriors, or like being the most shrewd, traitorous thieves in all terra firma.

Like men, some are audacious but they know better than to mistake that courage into fool acts. It is said that men were first and women last, that is why most of the women are more audacious than men, for the reason that most of the mistakes committed in men were avoided in women.

That is why this first warrior choose women to be his descendants, but for having a balance into the equilibrium of such race, he choose a man to be the king.

But that king was missing now, all due to some Sages being part of other races, for that reason, some wanted to get revenge for the disturbed equilibrium as they were supposed to be ruled by the king at least other thirty years or so.

Those sentiments were part of the heart of a certain woman being of that race. Her blood as a descendant to that proud warrior made her feel the rage of loosing their king and ruler. It did not matter that that king tried to conquer the world with a forbidden power, after all, they were going to rule with him as monarch, to be the superior race of the world.

But that just remain as a memory. It was all the Hero's fault, and their leader's. If would not for her to join him and his quest, becoming the Sage of Spirit, they would have had no obstacles in their path. Nabooru was a traitor, but she couldn't be punished for the sole reason that she was the head after the King.

But the opportunity to get her impunity banished did come, all thanks to the same Hero that made her conspire against her own people. She would have to make the Gerudos be against their leader, after all she made her to be in charge, and provoke them to avenge the true head, Ganondorf.

It was not going to be an easy task, of course, but they have to try. If the Gerudos say to be honorable of their proud blood, then, they would hear her. She was sure that her people would not fail to accomplish this task, after all, the only obstacle would be gone, and afterward, they would get their revenge.

Those were the thoughts of the same onyx eyed, long red-haired woman that was in charge after Nabooru's leave.

Mina was in the kitchen, sitting in the table, watching bored and with a frown the fire meanwhile the rice coal was cooked. Her head was resting against her right palm, and her right arm was atop the table, supporting her head. Her right leg underneath the other one, the knee was below the table, and her left one on the uncovered side of the bench. She was not facing the table, instead facing the grill. Her left hand held her lance lazily, and the pointed part of the lance was facing the ceiling.

Another woman with short red hair, tanned skin (being a common characteristic in these people) and violet eyes was there. She held an apron beyond her Gerudo uniform, it seemed that she was the chef in charge. She was at one side of the grill, spoon in hand, checking the rice coal resting on the large earthen casserole.

She submerged the large spoon in the good-looking rice coal. The sweet, but strong smell of it made her tongue impatient to test it. With a gentle move she windrowed a full spoon of it. Then, she got the full spoon close to her mouth, but before placing it in there, she slowly blew over to it to make it a little cooler. Finally, she spotted the full spoon in her mouth, as she has though, it tested deliciously itching.

The funny faces that she made attracted the attention of the other woman in the room. Chuckling, her once bored face turned into a one holding a smirk.

"Yummy-yummy, taste good?" Mina mocked her companion. The other woman was unfazed by the action of her friend, instead she just walked to the table to leave the spoon in there. Closing her eyes and holding a smile, she sat on the table, subsequently her head got to rest on her right hand.

"Without a doubt, ya should prove it," she said to her companion half opening just her right eye.

The onyx eyed women made a disgusted pout. "No thanks, I'm fine like this."

Those words made the violet-eyed woman to open both of her eyes. Curiously, but never leaving her position in her hand, she turned her head a little to face her cohort . "Why's it that ya don't like rice coal?"

"It's sour," Mina stated shortly.

"It's not, it's just itching," the short haired woman told her.

"It's sour nevertheless," the onyx eyed woman stated stubbornly staring, once more with a scowl, at the casserole. The other occupant of the table closed her eyes, smirking with derision towards her partner.

Long minutes passed with a stillness dominating both thieves. They were not uncomfortable with it, owing that they don't cared if they were talking or not, but it was the perfect time to talk of trivial matters since half of the Gerudos were still sleeping and Nabooru has already leaved the fortress.

"When are ya goin' to talk with the others?" the chef asked. She was one of the two women that joined Mina the night before, after Nabooru announced her departing.

"As soon as Nabooru and those damned Sages be the least far apart from Hyrule," she retorted. She was not going to permit the interference of the ones that made their King to be forever imprisoned.

"As ya wish," came the mumbled reply of the short, red haired.

The sweet smell of the prairie invaded her nostrils as the wind stroked gently her face while she galloped at full speed towards the castle. She very much liked to gallop, it was one of her favorite pastimes for some different reasons. She always enjoyed how the wind was not cold nor hot at a certain speed, how it carried adventure and tranquility at the same time, how it ceased her spirits when harsh times seemed to face her causing trouble.

She could, very well, clear her mind from all those problems without anyone to disturb her. It was as if like being in a battle for the exception that there she didn't risk her life a lot. Undeniably she liked fights as she was a great warrior and honorable decendant of the proud first one, but sometimes she could tire from those as the mind is not strong enough to bear some scenes as death.

For her, death was a word not to play with. She could easily take another's life but the burden when having killed is a great pain indeed, the heart may be strong but it has its limits which she very much know.

At that time she was young, eight years, perhaps nine has she had when she killed for the first time. It was an accident, but a murder nonetheless as she was the one who held that weapon. Having killed the person for who she cared the most was a rather emotional hit which would last until the end of her days, perhaps even more.

Her thoughts were raptly interrupted as her horse, frightened for seeing a snake, neighed abruptly, surprising, and throwing her to the floor.

It was then when she realized the painful part of galloping, being thrown by the horse. As she was plunked to the floor, her stallion ran away, leaving her completely on foot.

"Dammit! Ouch! Oww! Augh! I'm so gonna beat some snake's ass!" Nabooru growled between teeth as she glared to her new found friend snake. The snake in question, as if understanding the words of the young female thief, tried to escape instantly but failed miserably.

Before it could react it was caught by the red haired.

"Oh no, ye're not goin' away that easily!" the amber-eyed smirked. "Ya're goin' to come with me as a good snake ye're…"

She stopped to give a dramatic pause. In that moment which seemed eternally for the slim hostage, the Sage of Spirit took her time to admire her prisoner. It was neither large nor wide, nor it was of fearsome aspect, perhaps to keep appearance, but she could tell that this one was poisonous, pretty poisonous for her colorful skin, something that mattered not in the least for her, because she knew how to deal with snakes as this.

It was almost completely red, except that it had several black and yellow rings across it's body. In length, if stretched out, more less could be about twelve inches or so. In width, about one inch. It was small compared to must of its kin.

As if from nowhere her smirk widened, realizing that she has lost her mind for talking to a viper. "Besides… ya'll make a pair of good lookin' boots."

If what she saw was true fear in the serpent's eyes, then she began to wonder how frightening must those words be for a reptile or any animal at all. That terrified stare somehow softened her, she would have to consider its chances of living, after all keeping a snake could come handy in the future.

Not wanting to see that stare once more she glanced to the path that her stallion took when he fled from her.

"I'm feelin' meself quite generous right now, so… instead of havin' ya as me boots, I'll have ya as my little pet," Nabooru stopped at that point, she turned her head to see the somewhat relieved snake.

"Unless ya don't want it…"

The odd sensation of seeing the reptile nodding and somehow smiling was something she would never forget. "But of course that would mean considerin' me first option, after all, ya scared the hell out of me horse and ya'll have to pay for doin' such thin' to a lone wolf thief."

This time was even weirder the sensation of the snake shuddering, it seemed that it preferred the last option.

"Good thin' to know!" Nabooru mocked.

The young leader of the Gerudo tribe turned around to face the path that she was once traveling before her horse leaved. It was still half day to reach Hyrule Castle from that point, so she would have to walk a lot.

"Guess we've a long day to know ourselves," Nabooru murmured to her new traveling companion who was held captive in her right arm.

As she said that, she continued to her destination.

Somehow, as the stonewall of the highway passage stood motionlessly on the dark night when a frigid gale pierced his skin reminding him of his past and how lone did he felt, the sensation of paralysis came back from the most far memories that once haunted him.

How did his scar hurt when having thought of such experience. He would have been willing to forget, except for that memories help to prevent futures disasters once committed in the past. Even if they hurt, even if the pain was so cruel, he would not forget, after all he was strong.

But the young man could not comprehend that strong is not to be mistaken by reckless acts. Even if he wished not to be pitied, the mere act of keeping that amount of pain was foolhardy by its sole means.

But for him and all men, the complexity that they saw on sharing their thoughts or feelings was far more than able to be described, they simply could not allow it.

That same raison d'être prevented him to open himself to his comrades, not allowing them into his intimate circle of reason. He could not take risks, no one could understand, at least that was what he used to believe until he met a certain boy who possessed some exceedingly particular talents.

That boy made the impossible, he made him talk.

Who would have thought that such a young boy could be that persuasive and compassionate? Who would have believed that he was the same hero that saved all those people from this land?

Not even the princess could make him open himself, maybe due to the difference of genre, maybe because she was royal and he highly respected her without limit, maybe because the boy was special.

It certainly did not matter now, all that mattered was that he was the one who helped him with his pain, but when he died, that pain came forth from the back of his memories to taunt him again.

All because he died.

And proof was the dagger in his hand. That same dagger was built by his own hands to honor the name of the young hero. He believed in his own work, and sensed that the youth was no longer with them.

Who would have thought that he would wander aimlessly through the castle, thinking about a youth, whose valiant efforts freed his kingdom?

Of course it was no doubt, at least for him and those who knew the hero personally.

That is why he choose.

He choose to go with the mighty Sages to help in everything he can, even if that meant leaving the army without a General, but he didn't care, someone could replace him for the moment, after all, for him it was more important to save the savior of this land, the savior of his own self, his friend.

Link, the young lad clothed in green who took so many hearts so he could protect them even if it meant his own death. He was the one being raised by the Great Deku Tree who conquered the princess's heart and made her fall in love with him, even if neither know.

Of course all people knew about that, even Princess Ruto who stubbornly said that they weren't made for each other, except for them. It amused him highly how mad could that princess get when anyone mentioned the cute couple that the bearers of the Triforce made, certainly they don't do any of those jokes when one of the unknown couple, at least for them, were present, but he could tell that Impa and the King very much did those kind of jokes to Princess Zelda, without a doubt.

Obviously Ruto wouldn't say anything to them because then they would get their feelings straight and declare to each other, that just simply wouldn't suit to her, but he was sure that the amphibian princess knows that Link's heart was not her's but Zelda's.

Of what he wasn't sure was if the young Hylian princess could understand her feelings for the boy and vice versa, or if she gave it a proper thought at all, but maybe, just maybe, with this trip, the princess will get to know her feeling for the boy, or at least that was what everyone (including Ruto on the inside) wished for them, for both.

It is funny how could he get to think of such trivial things in this situation. The silent castle could be, very well, relaxing in some occasions, he did knew.

His aimless wander brought him to a very unexpected place, the King's personal bar. When he gazed over to the door and saw a creeping light accompanied with laugher, he presumed that His Majesty was there in the company of another one, much to his belief, the King's Sworn Brother, Darunia.

It would make no harm to greet both men, after all, he was the General and most trusted servant, aside of Impa, of the old King.

Stepping closer to it, he peered through the open, wooden door.

As he thought, the mighty King of Hyrule, Harkinian, and the powerful Sage of Fire, Darunia, were there, enjoying themselves.

For what it seemed neither King, nor Sage noticed his presence, so he would have to get it known.

"Greetings, your Majesty," the young general, when comparing to both men, curtsied with a bow, thought he knew it was not necessary. Then with the same respect he turned to the Goron leader and nodded, "King Goron."

"Ah, Sir Kun, I haven't heard word from you for almost an entire week or so, how have you been?" the King responded with the same respect and fondness that the blonde offered, with a smile on his lips.

"Fine, your Majesty, although a bit disturbed from the recent news," the blue-eyed answered sincerely, both men knowing perfectly of what he was talking about.

The old King sighed deeply and nodded sadly, "Indeed, disturbing news."

Darunia looked at how the environment seemed to dim a little when the Hero's dead was mentioned, he decided to change the mood.

"Now, now, let us not think like that, there is still hope, and we all know it," Darunia smiled with a new-found energy.

Both Hylians nodded in agreement.

"Actually, it is that same cause of why I am here," Kun mentioned, yes he had been wandering aimlessly through the castle, and reached that place out of pure luck, but he had reasons to speak with the King nonetheless, as his decision to accompany the Sages.

His word provoked curious glances from both leaders.

"What do you mean, Sir Kun?" the King asked with politeness, even thought they were in a friendly environment, both men fallowed the protocol out of chaste habit.

"Sire, I do not know if you are going to accept this or not, but I'm willing to accompany the Sages in their travel. I feel that I must go, and help with everything I can, that is, of course, if you let me," he concluded the last part referring specifically to the Sages.

Both men seemed in shock after the general's unpredicted outburst, they could not let this without thought, because, for the King's part, he would have to find a qualified replacement for the General, while the travel lasts, which he did not know how much could that take, but for the Goron's part, he would have first to ask the other Sages their opinion about this, he knew it could prove helpful because of his exceedingly good skills with the sword, and he could help to be useful when hazardous times comes, which he, undoubtedly, knew would come.

"For me it is not a problem at all, thought I need to consult it first with the other Sages," Darunia informed him with a serious stare. Kun nodded, sweating lightly.

At this rate the King has still been silent, questioning himself about what decision to take.

Kun looked at him studying his stoic face, hoping that he would agree. The old man was one of the few people which he couldn't make out his thoughts, he couldn't tell if he was leaning over letting him go or not, it, somehow, exasperated him.

After long moments of silence, the King sighed, "You can go, but you have to search for a competent replacement for you."

The general smiled, truthfully happy that the King let him go, and with a bow he whispered, "Your Majesty, I will. Thank you so much."

"But you have to pledge me something," the King stated seriously. The blue-eyed looked puzzled. "What is it?" he asked, showing his bewilderment.

"You have to take care of Princess Zelda and the other Sages," Harkinian stated serenely, only wanting for his daughter the best, and he knew that letting the General go with them was going to be the safer choice for the young princess.

Kun stared back with the same serene expression that the King adopted, "With my life."

The King nodded with satisfaction, knowing that he had a word worth to be believed, then, after that, a smile appeared in his lips, "Come and take a seat, for this is going to be a long night!"

The general and the Sage of Fire smiled too, knowing well what the King's words meant.

The blonde did as told.

"A vodka please," the General told the servant, who was attending the bar, once he sat.

A long night indeed, and a painful morning without a doubt.

"What do you mean by that?" a furious yell, a crack from a breaking glass, being thrown to the nearest wall and a terrified screech coming from that same place.

"Please, m-my lord, I d-did nothing…" came the garbled and fearful reply from one of his servants.

"Of course you did nothing!" a raucous growl came from Gale, whose face was red from anger as he saw his plans in risk of failure.

Not so long ago he received some news from one of his servants, that the Sages were told of the only way to salvage the Hero's soul from the claws of Skyghone. That they would have to seek for the mythical flower known as Rebiar, in that island called Ightos.

Certainly he foretold that those troubling Sages would have found about the Hero's death and that, with the blessing of the Goddesses, they would try to save him at all costs, but he did not expect it to be so soon.

His blood was boiling from anger as he did not predict the time. He was planning of a way to avert the Sages from obtaining the information about Rebiar, however he considered not the intervention of the goddesses in that.

He would have to find a way to thwart the path of the Sages to their destination, Ightos, and that was not an easy task. He knew well that the Sages were powerful, stronger than most, and wiser without limit. If he expected to impede them of reaching their goal, he would have to make the proper preparations carefully.

But for that, he had to cool down.

He sat on the bench near a small, rounded table. It was simple, being made out of pine's wood. Just some minutes ago it held a vase filled with tea that now was in the ground, in pieces, with its contents spilled through the wall and in the

floor.

His left, gloved hand was massaging his temples in an undersized attempt to cool up and get down the headache that distressed him every time he got undesired news, it was resting atop the table. His right hand was recharging on his knee, which was crossed above the other one, drumming exasperatedly with his fingers as he was trying to control himself.

He had his golden eyes closed, and his long, brown hair was falling in front of his face as he was leaning a bit forward, more to the table's side. Small drops of sweat were falling to the ground, even thought the milieu held an arctic wind, perchance due to the waterfall that took place on the entrance of the cavern.

Without changing from position he called a servant in particular, "Deyagh!"

A presence came forth from the darkest corner of the cave, the figure could not be seen but Gale knew that he was there.

"I want you to kill the Princess of Destiny," Gale ordered. "Bring her corpse here, don't worry about the time, just don't let her to obtain the Rebiar."

He could sense the nod, the lad was not known for his talk.

"And get her piece of the Triforce," he called before he sensed the young man to be gone.

That was his best warrior, loyal to his word, and the only capable of destroying the Seventh Sage. He knew that whatever possible hope the goddesses could have, would be a total mislay as his faithful servant always conquered his prays.

"We shall see, your Highness, how come you escape from my grasp."

Not knowing if his actions were correct was unbelievable frustrating as he thought to be a traitor. The mere act of speaking out of line without so much of a choice, in a way that could be described as a turncoat, perturbed him without restriction as he knew he exceeded his own limits.

He conspired against his own master by speaking the truth to one who should not know. The disturbing emotion of not knowing if he did the accurate move or not would not leave him until this all is over. Thought he knew that he could confide in the words of the guardian, he could not help to take into consideration the possibility of the spirit to speak to the Wise Ones about what he heard, that made him to be concerned about what would happen to him.

Of course it could be called fear to what he was feeling now, if his master knew, he would see no tomorrow.

"Frustrating, indeed," a voice from whom he did not likely notice his presence spoke to him as if hearing his thoughts.

The Gorth was taken aback by this sudden intrusion, he failed to notice that it was a voice he knew for so long and hatred with passion, it was from that stranger who changed his master's point of view, who turned him into a kind of monster that collected other people's souls for, eventually, sell them.

Yes, in the past his master was a caring and trusting person who gained loyalty from all those who he met across, at least at that time. He believed in justice and honor above all else and treasured greatly the life, but since that man, that unwanted intruder appeared, his master became an horrid person, cold and abhorring.

That is why he was not pleased to hear that voice, even less to know that it was toying with him.

"Such disgusting thoughts of me, I am beginning to believe that you hate me," the voice stated in a grave tone, thought amused, albeit something in it propelled chills to the Gorth's spine.

Thought he could not be seen through the dense forest, he knew so well that the prowler was there. He remembered not his face nor his shape, all he could remember was his sadistic smirk that was plastered across his face, revealing about him his murky ambitions, which he feared to learn.

"I suppose so, after all I am just an intruder that causes dread in you, am I correct?"

How did he hate him, if he could have the power, he would instantly incinerate, or something like that, the man, or at least that was what he thought he was.

"W'az go you wanz?" Glath spat already tired about his presence, he was uncomfortable around him without so much of a doubt, he just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

"I'm just visiting an old friend, I suppose," the mocking way of speaking of this man just helped him to feel more irritated as the time passed, if it would not be for the fright that he was feeling, he would have thought of a way to escape.

"But perhaps… I am getting a hold of some garbage, first."

The first time it was when he saw his blank stare, before everything turned black.

The people passed by, buying trinkets, clothes, food or whatever they saw in the small town square. The stores were practically assaulted by people going in and out in a non-rhythmical faction, it did not matter the races to which the groups belonged. They were all happily sharing their precious time with the people they cared for, or maybe, with the people they've just met.

That was the case of a particular bluish fairy, whose name was Navi.

She was marveled at the enormity of Clocktown. At first she thought that it was a small, yet busy place, but she saw that she was idly wrong. It was the total opposite, an enormous, busy, and somehow extravagant place, which matched easily the Market Place of Hyrule Castle town.

So much people, some friendlier to its kind, but others were egoistic and self-indulged, easily seen by others as if they hid in a vanity shield-like.

But she was even more amazed at how fats was Tatl chatting, explaining this and that about the festival, the people, the traditions, the shops and even some stories of Link and her when they shared their time during the time when the Skullkid, who blushed when remembering that certain event, tried to bring down the moon all because of Majora's Mask.

That left her square-eyed.

She could remember well the Ocarina of Time incident. She knew by experience that Link was an amazing and skillful warrior whose boldness was recognized by the goddesses themselves, but she knew not that he had practiced that proficiency even in other worlds which he had nothing to do about.

She was proud of him, of have been being her partner, guide and friend. She admired him even more than when she first met him, when she first shared her time with him by defeating and conquering all those monsters and temples, servants of Ganondorf.

She would like to see him right there, know that he was safe, but she could not.

Because he was missing without letting a clue, and above all else she was stuck in another world, which she believed because of the strange similarities between these people and Hyrule's, completely different to her own, at least in the sensation, because physically they shared almost the same appearance.

"Tael, watch out!" Tatl yelled abruptly interrupting her own speech and the bluish fairy's thoughts.

Navi glanced over to see the purple fairy being almost caught by a cat who obviously confused him for its lunch. The fairy just barely missed the slap, but in his haste he stumped to wall.

"Oh crap!" Tatl cursed along with so many other words that Navi didn't thought possible of leaving any fairies' lips, obviously she was wrong. The yellowish fairy flied in front of the cat, in a way to distract it from her brother, meanwhile he recomposed himself.

But neither of them saw something that Navi's eyes caught, another pair of cats.

Flying the fastest possible that her tiny body allowed, she grabbed both the "T" brothers, she called them that way due to their names that started both with a t, and then rushed to a small cracked hollow, big enough for the three fairies, but petite enough for the cat's stop of intrusion, that was in a wall.

Breathing heavily and her body glowing in a yellowish manner, stating that she forced herself a little bit too hard, she released both her new friends and they sighed in relief, their hearts were pounding a lot more faster than usual.

"Thanks, Miss Navi," the shy Tael told her in a grateful manner, never leaving his acquired title for the Hylian fairy. The fairy in question juts attempted to smile but she was greatly exhausted for the sudden dash she just made, she was recharged in a rock and her wings hanged tiredly from her body.

"Where's that damned Skullkid when we need him!" Tatl snapped in frustration, not caring a bit about what had just happened. Just earlier the Skullkid separated from the fairies to who knows were, and obviously without his help they wouldn't get out as their oppressors stood patiently behind the open crack.

"I'm so gonna beat his crap of ass when I see him!" she roared furiously turning red and flying upwards and downwards in a fast motion.

"Calm down sis…" the purple fairy pleaded quietly looking with worry at Tatl. She, obviously not very happy with him because he was the one who got them all in this mess, glared at him in a manner that Tael regretted speaking up to her.

"How can I calm down? You were the one who got us stuck up in this mess! And that's not all, because of you, we're trapped here until who knows what time!" the yellowish fairy growled, most likely yelled to her younger brother.

Navi, by that time, already had recomposed herself and watched as the poor, defend-less Tael ducked slowly away from her infuriated sister. She had enough.

"Stop!" for the first time since they met, Navi raised her voice taking by surprise, both the t brothers. They looked at her, confused, she was still with her natural blue color, but it was somewhat a little bit darker than her average one.

"Calm, but dominating… just like Link…" Tatl thought unconsciously, looking shocked to the Kokiri fairy.

"Fighting won't get us anywhere," she started looking at her companions. "We have to find a way of getting out of this, we can depend on just waiting for the Skullkid to find us."

"And how do you suppose we're going to do that with those cats out there?" Tatl snapped, but Navi didn't care.

"Well…"

She have to get there quickly.

"Are you okay?" Kun asked after seeing the Sheikah Sage shifting her head violently towards the castle.

She was not okay, she would never be, and she knew it right there when she sensed that strange presence inside the castle, near the princess's one.

"Yes I'm fine, don't worry about it," she lied. She couldn't understand why, but she couldn't voice out her feelings for some odd reason.

She knew that the General did acknowledge her uneasy wariness, but he did not press on any further and she was thankful of that.

Now she was hurrying towards the place where his presence stood, almost 15 feet or so away from the princess, and she was worried for her safety, not just bound to her duty, but due to the care and love she felt for the young princess.

Something told her that it wasn't just right, yet, at the same time, it was.

"I have something to do, if you excuse me!" she said hurriedly leaving a confused and concerned, blonde General behind.

"I have to get there quickly!" she thought, knowing exactly where to find them.

Her apprehensive and troubled state increased as she approached her destination, the library.

She could feel the confused stares of various servants who wondered the cause of her haste, she did not care.

Finally after long tedious moments of running she approached the entrance to the sanctuary of wisdom. Those stood magnificent at her presence, she stopped in front of them.

Admiring their crafted designs of ancient kings, great warriors and heartless wars, she stood there for what seemed like ages.

The presence was greatly sensed there, and it seemed that she was the only one who could feel it.

Finally she opened the door.

To be continued…
AN: Well after a lot of time I've finally updated… sorry high school wasn't mercy with me… I hope that I have improved in my grammar and word usage… I could not proofread this fic because of lack of time, but I'm happy I finally uploaded it… Something that has come to my attention is that I recently found that it is wrong to consider the Hylians elfs, so sorry for that mistake… also I'd like to announce that I have suspended my other fic for a while so I can update this one faster, at least I hope so…

So, with this I'm leaving, hope you had good holydays!

One little thing, as I have said before I would like very much if you mentioned any mistake committed in this fic to me, so I can improve it.

Thanks for your attention!