A/N: Merry Christmas you loveable bastards. Please enjoy my swing at a rarely-touched idea, and tell me what you think of it. Love you all, thanks for reading.

Nintendo has confirmed that there are only three triforce pieces, but this idea hit me one day, so what the hell.

You know, I thought nothing could surprise me anymore. The first time I came back post-mortem? A family in Japan where I learned to be as damn good a chef as I could, 1515.

The second? A soldier who got cut down in her twelfth fight, Africa, 1562.

The third? A politician who became the eventual leader of his small home country, Asia, 1585.

On and on it went, until I had walked in every kind, brand, and style of shoe imaginable. And oh boy did I wear some of them out. I believe 95 was the oldest I'd gotten to, during my thirty-second life, 1890, America.

And here we were, life one-hundred and twenty-five. The newest one, and the one which surprised me. Surprised me even more than the first time I was put back out.

Because I was a goddamn elf.

Or, I at least had the ears of one. Actually, my skin had a kind of Greenish tint, deep and smooth, and holy shit is that my mom?! She's huge!

I'd been a baby enough to know how the shift in perspective equated to the actual height of a person and JESUS she was tall. Muscular too. The kind of person you look at and can't help but feel your brow hit your hairline because damn she could probably break your spine with a too-hard smack.

'Also, am I in the desert? Weird. I haven't been born in one before. Lived, yes, but never born. Guess I'm getting a new slew of surprises, this time.'

Oh, how accurate that was, and I didn't even know.

Life was funny.

One minute, you're toddlering through a marketplace with a curious eye, and the next you're staring at what seems to be an impossibility.

While it stares back.

The boy-something Mother says is extremely rare among Gerudo(Why is that weird word so familiar?)-looks about as lost as I feel.

Which is fair, since I'd quite literally fallen into his lap and refused to move until he explained why he, a genetic rarity of the highest class, was sat alone in an alleyway, looking homeless.

Turns out, he WAS homeless. And I felt like an asshole for assuming he wasn't.

Which, because toddler, meant I was soon crying a stain into his shoulder while fervently apologizing.

He was surprisingly cool about it all. But, hey, growing up on the street means quick maturity. I'd know, I'd done it a few times. We had been talking for a few minutes-maybe thirty?-when Mom finally found us, Mother close behind her, as usual. We all chatted for a bit until I asked if he could come home to eat dinner with us since he was without a home.

Mom had given Mother a look before she could say anything and the woman didn't complain as Mom essentially adopted him on the spot.

And then legally did so the next day, I'm told. I wouldn't know though.

Because after we had eaten, after the family had taken a bath in our limited-yet-hot water supply(which the newcoming boy refused to open his eyes for, flushing a muted red whenever Mom or myself teased him), and when we were finally in bed did he, my soon-to-be-new brother asked me something from the floor(he was down there because he didn't feel comfortable sharing the bed. Yet.) which I felt like an idiot for not doing first.

"...What's your name, little one?" He asked just before we drifted off in the moonlight, his young and smooth voice halting, and awkward. Like he was scared to ask, or maybe even nervous.

It was super cute, since he was only eight or so.

"Mida," I told him, smiling over the edge of my pillow. "And you?"

He grinned like the cat who'd gotten its prey, eyes closed and all teeth.

"Gannondorf."

I feel justified in having passed out on the spot.

Not waking up until two days later was a little embarrassing though.

Gannon had to admit, he didn't expect a young Gerudo to literally fall into his lap as a way to ease the beginning of this new life before his power returned, but he wasn't going to look a gift Molduga in the fangs, especially not when said Gerudo had two moderately well-off, kind parents who were willing to take him in without more than a glance at each other.

He would thank this child, someday, when his power returned and he Finally took over Hyrule as was his destiny. Perhaps he would grant her a seat as a royal vizier, or some such.

Well, no, she would need to prove herself to gain something like that, but at the least, she had earned a few anonymous donations towards her future.

In more than just rupees.

It might be a worthwhile endeavor to train her, even.

He brushed a lock of hair from her sleeping face with his normal, definitely-not-malicious-or-smug grin.

'Yes. That will do nicely.'

In the kingdom of Hyrule, a pair of blue and brown eyes flew open, staring into the night, lost at this peculiar sense of foreboding that flooded their veins.

A/N: Tadaaa~!