The sun hung low on the western horizon, as I stirred within the darkness of sleep, yet this sleep was not peaceful. Stirring under the comforting sheets, my mind wandered, visions of horror etched themselves into my mind. The sky grew dark, as I saw mind numbing terrors ran rampant throughout the world, the people dieing without sickness or by touch of steel. I could do nothing but watch, my body feeling the heat of the hellish flames licking all that it saw in it's dark light. I turned, and before me stood Him, He who is called the King of Darkness, who laughed at me, his cold, ice blue eyes piercing into my soul and spoke in dark, chilling tones, "See this, boy? This is your future, and nothing you can do will stop me." The King of Darkness laughed, his deep bellowing laugh echoed throughout the world, and I broke down. I screamed.

Jane looked at him, his pale face sweating heavily. The boy's hair was matted to his forehead from the sweat. His face contorted in pain. All she could do was wait, replacing the cold towel on his forehead, which seemed to heat up quickly, despite being soaked in cold water just before. His body was wrapped in bandages from the cuts he received from the ReDeads. Jane wondered where her parents were, since they usually were home at this time of day. Jane thought about the past few hours, her friend's telling her to go away, the man in the street, the boy from the sewers, today was not a great birthday. Sighing heavily, she replaced the hot dry cloth with another cold wet one, preparing to replace it again. As she turn she jumped in fright, he was screaming. Jane rushed to his side, holding him down, his body jerking violently.
"Hold still," Jane pleaded the boy, "Come on, hold still!" Jane closed her eyes, focusing to hold him down, when he stopped his movements. "Huh?" Jane opened her eyes and saw his eyes looking at her, crimson discs looking at her. His mouth lifted into a warm smile.
"Beautiful…" he whispered, falling asleep again. Jane stared at him, a feeling falling over her, an unfamiliar feeling, Jane thought through her mind, trying to figure what she felt, when the door burst open, and her mind lost its train of thought, as Jane's parents entered the house.
"Where have you been?" Jane yelled when she came across them in the kitchen.
"Jane dear, why are you upset?" Jane's mother asked, looking at her daughter, whom forgot to clean herself up from the fight from earlier. Her clothes were covered in sewerage and blood, both her own and of the boy's, and her hair was a mess, more so then usual. "What happened to you? You look like you got in a fight!" Her mother fumed, while her father looked at her quietly, his blue eyes looking at her in a studious manner, causing her to feel uneasy.
"Um, I had a b-bad time this morning... I got frustrated a-an-and... I went into the sewers." Jane stuttered, her father's stare making her feel to say what happened or else... "I was going to fight with the rats and skultulla, but there was this boy... He was being attacked by ReDeads, so I attacked them, not to success... I got hurt and he's been out for most of the time, though he's alive, he had a nightmare I think... um, um..." Jane's mind started to get all cluttered, as she closed her eyes and shook her head. Her father stepped forward and knelt beside Jane.
"It's ok Jane," her father said softly, "It was brave of you to help him, even with your own problems." Jane looked at her father, his clear blue eyes filled with a warm love that made her feel easy, unlike his eyes before...
"Oh, he's in the living room!" Jane cried, as a bump sounded, to which she moved off to. "Are you ok?" Jane called, as she saw the boy was standing, at his full height. He stood tall, like her father, but Jane could have sworn he looked younger, and he was shorter before too! 'especially when I dragged him' Jane thought.

"Who's this boy?" Jane's father asked, entering the room, and seeing the young man, he froze.
"Pardon for my informal intrusion, but I must introduce myself, I am known as Sheik." the young man bowed,
"... You? But, this is not the same Time! It's been too long! You, you can't be..." Her father's shock scared Jane, for no matter what, she had never seen him like this, he had a calm look upon his face, even when he was in scuffles.
"Dear, do you know this young man?" Jane's mother asked, a surprised look on her face.
"Ma'am, I do not believe I know your husband at all." Sheik gave a puzzled look, "And I know not of what he speaks, but it appears he knows who I am."
"... You're not a young man." Jane's father spoke, "You're the Princess Zelda!"
The air of shock was thick. Sheik's face took on a look of pure shock, before his gaze turned dark.

"Sir, I am not the Princess Zelda, though you are close." Shiek's red eyes looked towards the clear blue eyes of Jane's father. "And only those within the Royal Family know what it is."
"... Royal Family... Oh, I just remembered!" Jane's father turned to his daughter, and handed her the blue ocarina from this morning. "You're ocarina, all clean now." His calm smile returned, then looked up at Sheik. "Do you know what this is?"
"... A plain blue ocarina." Sheik shrugged.
"Wrong." He said, standing up. "That, is no ordinary ocarina. It was given to me by Zelda herself, when I was still a child. And that, was a long time ago..." A look of nostalgia filled his blue eyes. "If you don't know it by sight, you're not... Him."
"Father?" Jane felt confused, the young man she saved caused a change in her father's manner that scared her, the memories of his scars on his chest, reminders of his unspoken past.
"It's alright Jane, just remembering..."
"Well, I feel like I'm intruding and causing Mr...?" Shiek inquired.
"Kokiri, it's Kokiri." The older man replied, "And it's not you, just a longing for things of my youth..." He smiled weakly, but soon regained his broad grin, "How about some Lon Lon milk? I always drink some when I need a boost."

The guards moved aside for the cloaked man, as he rode his steed into the courtyard of the Palace. Stepping down from his mount, the rider's hood fell, revealing his features, a calm yet stern face, ice blue eyes scanning the courtyard. A groom approached to tend to the horse as the rider ascended the steps. He smiled, as he saw the page at the zenith of the rise, as he had that pompous look most courtiers had. Reaching the summit of the stairway, he pushed his cloak to the side, a dramatic flourish that had the right effect. The occupants of the courtyard looked at him in awe.
"I wish to speak to my dear brother, His Royal Majesty." The desert man spoke in a calm voice, before he was escorted by the guards into the depths of the Castle Hyrule.