Ayame woke up to the loud snoring of the Goron. "How anyone is supposed to sleep around here, I'll never know…" she thought, a bit irritated.

She noticed her cloak was now laying on top of her. She look over to where Gnisal was, and found he had left. Probably couldn't sleep! She stretched a little and turned to look out over the horizon.

Nearby, there was a small cluster of tall trees. That's when she noticed a shadow move from behind one of the trees. An animal perhaps? Pretty big to be an animal. She decided to go investigate.

"Will you be quiet? Do want us to get caught?"

"I'm sorry! I'm just a little…"

"Scared?"

"No!"

"I should have known..."

Ayame stood beside the tree, and looked down upon two female Gerudo children, only about 7 or 8 years old, huddled together. The one looked up at her with big, frightened eyes. The other was much braver. She glared at Ayame.

"What are two little girls doing all the way out here so late at night?"

The braver girl stood up. "For your information, we're planning to rob that camp over there. So beat it!"

Ayame just smiled. "I wouldn't if I were you. There are some tough guys over there."

"We're not afraid! Are we Dana?"

The other girl only nodded slightly.

"Looks like your partner would like to disagree. Head home girls, and pick an easier target next time."

"They are not going anywhere…" The voice was was cold and cruel. Out of the darkness, an older Gerudo woman appeared. "They have to finish their training."

"Training? Trust me, this isn't training, this is suicide."

"They have to toughen up. They are orphans of the war, and need to learn how to defend themselves. Or have you forgotten about the war, Ayame?"

Ayame's eyes narrowed into a glare. "Believe me, I haven't forgotten."

"I saw you come from this camp. Have you sided with the enemy now? That would be your style…"

"No. I am planning to rob it." A total lie, but Ayame hoped it would make them go away.

"Do you have a partner? Or did you kill her already?" The Gerudo woman gave an evil grin.

As Ayame drew her sword, the two Gerudo children moved farther away, and hid behind another tree. "Get her Shina!"

The Gerudo woman named Shina drew her sword as well, and charged at Ayame. Ayame stood there, and held back her attack with her own sword. Shina's face got close enough to Ayame's for her to whisper.

"Your mother would be so ashamed to see what you have become."

Ayame pushed her off. Shina continued to attack her, Ayame dodging her blows.

"I don't want to fight you Shina!"

"You traitor! Since when have you cared about your own people? You even let Naoto die!"

Those words rang in Ayame's head. She fell to the ground on her knees.

There was the loud boom of thunder above them, lightning flashed, and the rain started to pour down.

Ayame stared at the ground, her tears blending in with the rain drops.

"You deserve to die Ayame."

Shina raised her sword, above Ayame's neck. As it swung down, Ayame's own sword raised above her head, and blocked it.

Shina's eyes widened. Ayame looked up at her. "Naoto died fighting. and so will I."

Ayame stood up quickly. Their swords clashed against eachother. Shina was too tired from traveling, and Ayame had just rested. Shina let her guard down for one second, and Ayame reached out and cut her hand. Shina dropped her sword, and Ayame pinned her up against one of the trees.

"Are you going to kill me Ayame?" Ayame glared at her, her black eyes burning with anger. "Are you going to kill me in front of them?"

Ayame noticed out of the corner of her eye, that the two Gerudo children were still there, tears in their eyes, petrified with fear. Ayame loosened her grip on Shina's throat. Shina fell to ground, weak. The two Gerudo children ran up to Shina.

"She'll be fine." Ayame said, reaching down and picking up Shina's sword. She walked back over, and dropped it in front of Shina.

"Your mother would be ashamed to know you are a coward that hides behind the tears of children."

Ayame turned, and walked away. Shina stumbled up, grabbed her sword, and charged at Ayame one last time, from behind. Ayame did a back flip and landed behind her. Shina had enough time to turn around and see the hilt of Ayame's sword hit her on the head. Shina fell into Ayame's arms, unconscious.

Ayame dragged her over to the two Gerudo girls, who by now had called their horse over. Ayame placed Shina's limp body on the horse, and looked down at the girls. They both had a look of embarrassment. The braver girl grabbed the horse's reins and they both walked off into the darkness.

Ayame waited until they disappeared, pulled up her hood, and walked back towards the camp.

When she got there, she climbed into the wagon once more, and gave a long sigh. Her body was now drenched, her bangs almost covering up her eyes. A loud snore came from the Goron. She pushed back her bangs, water dripping off of them. She sat there, her arms folded, her head down, waiting for daylight.

Albert was recollecting on his thoughts again. He missed home so much. Well, his old home. Not the one he found when he awoke. And these Hellriders and the upside down Triforce...What did it mean? And why does no one know who he is? He had aided in the defeat of the enemy general. Surely someone should know who he is, and he intends to find that person.

It began to rain, and he was still out in the rain. He heard the snoring goron from the wagon, and sword clashing in the distance. Somehow, he didn't feel like checking it out. The storm wasn't to violent, so he remained for a few minutes before getting an odd sensation flowing in his veins. His mind told him to travel east. He knew a few paces away was a clearing, for he collected some wood for fire that day. He walked over to the grove, readying his bow.

In the clearing, everything seemed fine; the only thing there was a hawk stuck in the mud with a broken wing. Albert approached the hawk. It did nothing towards Albert. Assuming it was safe to help, and taking much risk, he tended to the hawk. When he was done, he stroked the hawk's head, wondering if he should keep it as a pet. He had always wanted a hawk, but his parents forbid it, and the army didn't want animals. Since this was a different situation, he decided to keep the animal, naming it Sephir.

He took sephir into his arms and strode out of the clearing. He then heard a clasp of thunder hit the middle of the clearing, and out of the smoke came a man. He looked like he wasn't from around here; he wore a blood red robe with black trim, decorated in golden paint, depicting souls fleeing. He carried an odd looking staff that was black with golden trim, and had 4 crystals hovering and rotating around the middle crystal, all which were ruby.

"Ahh, at last we meet again, Albert. Its been so long." The man drew a claymore, readying it for a fight.

"Who are you, and how do you know who I am?" Albert quesitoned, setting Sephir in a tree, and drawing his swords.

"Why, you of all people should know...we're very much alike, you and I. We have other affairs. You want to find out more about recent history, and I want to destroy this pitiful Shadow."

"Shadow...what are you talking about?"

"Hmm...Then you really must not know who I am. Very well. I shall tell you, and remember the name well, for Mandor will become the ruler of all chaos!"

Another clasp of lightning, and the man disappeared. Albert sheathed the blades, and took Sephir into his arms. Was it just another of his visions? Or was it real? And what about Chaos and Shadows? They sounded...familiar. But he wasn't sure from where.

Setting that thought aside, he traveled back to the camp, and found a nice dry spot in a hollowed tree to sleep. He saw a skeleton of a Kokiri in there, and decided not to move it. He put Sephir in the skeleton's ribs and lay next to it, letting sleep overcome him. On the ceiling of the hollowed tree was only one word.

The child of foster blocks her past but she will never forget it.

Malon stared at drenched Ayame returning to the WarWagon. Her eyes started making out the faces of the shadows with the early lights of dawn. It seems Ayame had some business to take care of. Her eyes revealed Jedam. He was a Gerudo who kept to himself as best as he could except with Meathos and Gnisal. He was staring at the sky. She sighed. If I ever get close to him, he'll skin me like an animal. She walked over towards Meathos. He had changed into his Hellrider uniform. She pulled the sword from its sheath once more. It was shinning gold now. How pretty. It looks like my bow and arrows.

"Meathos?"

"Yeah?"

"Uh, there are these symbols on my sword. Can you, um, read them?"

Meathos looked at Malon's sword. He scanned the symbols and said,

"The Sword of the Forgotten."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Forgotten like my real parents and friends."

Malon whispered. Meathos looked at her as she blinked. When she reopened her eyes, Meathos was covered in blood and was coughing like her dream.

"Malon," Meathos coughed. Malon started to shed a few tears. She blinked to stop the tears and when she looked up, Meathos was fine.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Malon walked away from Meathos. What was that? I have never had dreams like those before, and I never saw anything like that before, either. I really hope this isn't a sign. She looked at Gnisal. He seemed to be ready for the dawn. The cloak Ayame gave him was back with Ayame so he had no protection from the light. He had cleaned the Sheikah blood off of him. She heard a noise inside a tree and saw Albert and a hawk. He was just getting ready to sleep. She shuddered as she saw the hawk in a skeleton of a Kokiri.

"Albert, I had another dream."

"What was it about?"

"The woman and Meathos. Meathos walked over towards the woman and me and he got hit with a bomb. He was blood-covered and coughing from smoke. He called my name and I went to save him but the woman said 'You must let the dying die'. It sounds so familiar. Just now, I talked with him and I saw him like that again. I blinked and then he was normal again."

"That's strange."

"I know."

Malon suddenly felt dizzy. Her mind began to soar. The hawk began to squawk. She gasped as she started to tip over.

"Malon?"

Albert got up. Malon stared at him and left the tree with speed then went to camp. She stood near the WarWagon as her world began to disappear. She fell over and thought she heard Gnisal approaching.

Panic was all Falgor could feel as he was running for his life, feeling the hot wind rush past his face. His thoughts were jumbled, but he could clearly make them out.

What the hell just happened! Well, I'm not complaining, least I escaped... but honestly! These people are crazy. They throw me in jail just because I'm a foreigner, I look like an agent of some devil, and because I was armed. Good thing I had enough time to get out and get my sword. he thought as he continued running.

His sword was weighing him down, but he couldn't bear to get rid of it, it was made by his stepfather. Just then, he wondered what his stepfather was doing before he noticed something in the distance. Falgor stopped, his red eyes scanning the length which he had to travel, and whatever he saw. It didn't seem too far, but he knew he had to run the distance to make it there, however, he didn't want to appear hostile.

"If that's what I think it is, then there's people, and where there's people, there's food! I could really go for something filling... Prison food doesn't agree with me,"

he said with spite. Where he came from, the prisoners were well-treated. Here, he was treated unjustly. Still, he continued on running, but as he did, he shrank, and his clothes were disappearing into his body, and his features were becoming canine. Soon, he was a pure white wolf, dashing toward his target.

Malon watched the bush near camp carefully. Something told her something was coming. The group had just started to move but she surely wasn't ready yet. Then, she saw golden eyes. Her heart raced. What the hell is that! She pulled her sword. She would kill this thing and give it's head to Meathos. She pushed the bush apart and saw a white wolf turning into a human.

"Holy Sh!t!" Malon said falling backwards. The human brushed himself off and stood up. He was pure white with pink eyes and silver hair.

"Who are you?"

Malon said holding her sword up to the man's neck.

"Falgor." The man said. His pink eyes were squinting to make out the camp. He looked down at his sword. He could easily out manuever this girl with the half moon still in the sky.

"Well, Falgor, why are you here? This is our camp you have no need to be here!"

"I have escaped from Kakariko. I am here to help."

"Heh, I'll believe it when I see it. You seem a lot like a ghost."

"Not a demon?"

"No, why? Are you?"

"No."

"Good. Come on. You get judgment."

Malon began to walk away leaving Falgor behind. He ran up beside her as his mind raced. Oh God. What have I gotten myself into? He hung his head as they approached the group.

"Meathos, Gnisal, Jedam! I found this man on the outskirts of camp. I don't know what he wants or what he's doing here but I do know he has a very odd ability. He can be a wolf. It was a white one with gold eyes."

The three men looked at the man. They were unsure if he was safe or not.

"I mean you no harm!" Falgor said

"If he means it, I'll take responsibility for him." Malon said. The three men looked at each other and apparentally decided he could stay as long as he was watched.

"Do not ever pull anything bad around here or my ass is cooked." Malon said finally putting her sword back in it's sheath.

"I won't."

Falgor said. He pulled up his hood. The dawn's rays were getting brighter, too bright for an avarage albino.

Falgor sat down as he pulled his coat closer to his body. He felt very outlandish in this group, partially because of his albinism, rest is his foreignity. It was as simple as that, he had a terrible reputation in his country, and he feared it spread to this one. Still, he felt obligated to their cause, whatever it was.

"Y'know, you're the nicest person I've met since I got to this place," he said rather quietly to Malon.

"Pardon?"

"You said I looked more like a ghost. Coming from anyone, for me, that's a compliment. Most people think I look like a demon."

"Well, you kind of do," Malon told him.

The Falling Moon blade sat in front of him, the moon markings giving off a sort of glow, like a moon in the sky. His red eyes ran up and down the blade carefully, as if he was looking for something. When he was done, Falgor looked up at Meathos.

"Hey, you're name's Meathos right? Like that one guy, General Meathos?" he asked the man Malon was talking to earlier.

"Yes, why do you ask?"

"No particular reason. I've only heard of this General, from my brother," Falgor responded. "So tell me, what are you going to do with me? After all, my reputation as 'the Demon' would delight anyone to cutting off my head. And trust me, none of it is true, if you've heard the stories."

Falgor held his stomach, and grinned weakly.

"You wouldn't happen to spare a bit of food, would you? I've had nothing but prison food, and grass as a snack," he said with a grimacing look.