Hola todos…

Is it that time again? Of course it is; you wouldn't be reading if it wasn't.

Sorry about last chapter, FanFiction doesn't like my horizontal rules…

I have to be careful what I write now, my English teacher is reading this stuff and I don't want unnecessary conduct marks for inappropriate language…

Change of plan, I don't really care.

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Chapter Nine: The Uninvited Guest

It had been two weeks since Link had returned from his journey to The Deku Tree.

His first port of call had been the Gerudo valley, purely because he thought they would know if Ganondorf the Evil was back. Except when he got to the valley, it was deserted. The Gerudos had obviously become an extinct race. And if the Gerudos were no more then Ganondorf was probably still sealed away. They left a lot of rupees behind though. After that reversal of fortune he had stayed in the forest for a while.

He had locked himself in his house for a while to think. He had been sent to the future by a curse in the forest, said The Deku Tree after chapter seven, if he wanted to go back to the past he only had to find where he was sent to the future and play the Song of Ages, which the tree had taught him.

Orca, being the smartest one in the village was the person Link sought out to ask if it was worth doing.

"Link, are you sure you want to go though with this? After all, the timelines will mess up. I will no longer exist."

Both teens were amazed at how calm Orca was being about his own inevitable death, or rather his de-existence.

"Yes," replied Link "which is why I want you to come with me."

Later that very day Link set off into the forest. When Saria II saw him enter she asked him where he was going. He simply said: "Home, Saria. Home."

As soon as he got to the spot where he met the wolfos he got a tingling sensation all through his body and he knew that was the spot. Of course, he didn't yet know that was where he met the lupine beast.

Although Orca knew he would not be able to return to Link's era with him. But he still wanted to see him go.

He had told Link that he would stay in the village with the other Kokiri.

'Hang on a second!' thought Orca to himself 'If Link goes back and changes the timelines, the timelines would have changed by now. They would not need to wait for Link to remove himself from the firing path of the cannons of time. Either Link never made it back, or the timelines didn't change.

As the latter was the less possible of the two, Orca decided he must go back with Link.

He quickly headed to the part of the forest in which he kept his prise possession away from prying eyes. In this particular grove was the pedestal in which the Legendry Master Sword was kept.

After removing the blade from the stone, Orca remembered that Link's sword was very similar, if not the same as the one now in his grip.

What must have happened in the near future dawned on Orca that instant. He was having difficulty putting the tenses together properly, but Link is dead, sometime way back in the near future.

Link had played the song of ages a good five minutes ago but nothing had happened. The teen hanging in the tree just above him had noticed that too.

"You called?" asked the wolfos who had just appeared out of nowhere. "Oh, you again. You don't remember me do you?" The creature lifted a clump of fur to reveal a scar.

If there were 1920's gangsters in Hyrule, Link would have said the beast spoke like one of the guys with the big guns.

"You!" Link exclaimed, implying the rest of the sentence.

The wolfos was more apt in forming his clauses.

"You!" It replied, "The one that can't take a joke."

"I should have cut you up into little pieces when I had the chance."

The creature looked surprised.

"They said They'd leave your memory intact." Said the wolf; his look of surprise having being studied slightly harder had revealed that it was actually confusion.

The wolf then proceeded to remove his head, J. K. Rowling's Sir Nicholas style.

All it said then was "My name is Remus, I'm dead and I'll be your tour guide for this century."

Meanwhile, 1000 years earlier…

Kaboomy! The meteor hit the surface at 300m/h causing a huge plume of dust to be expelled over hundreds of metres.

It was an unfortunate goron who, on closer inspection, found out the truth that this was no meteor. This was alive. Like a giant, scaly, semi-metal bird.

He couldn't make anymore observations as the bird's head raised and burnt the goron to a crisp.