A/N

Starlll: (Laying down on a chair at the beach) I finally got away from those freaks in my head. (Sips iced tea) This is the life. No more persistent readers trying to tell me what to do, no homework, and no more Pearson.

Pearson: (calmly) Actually, you're still stuck with me. I'm you're conscious. Remember?

Starlll: Shut up and get out of my fantasy!

Mudd: LALALALALALALALALALALALA!!!! WAKE UP STARLLL!!!

(Starlll wakes up at his desk)

Starlll: Will you two ever leave me alone?

Mudd: Actually, when this Fan Fiction is over, I have to leave, and you'll be burdened with some other figment of your imagination.

Pearson: (Calmly) Oh yes, and I hope it's that Skinner fellow you thought up the other day.

Mudd: Skinner? He sounds familiar...

Starlll: Now Mudd, don't give anything away.

Mudd: Why? It's all explained in this chapter.

Pearson: (Calmly) He's right you know.

Starlll: Stop ganging up on me! Pink Panther! GET THEM!!!

(A pink panther (Which attacked you a few chapters ago) walks in)

Pink Panther: What is it Fu?

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/\/\ (Triforce)

Disclaimer: I barely own my face, let alone Zelda!

---------------------Chapter 9 (I think) --------------------------------------------------------------

"Hey Mudd, were are we going?" Link asked. He was still carrying the log from last night.

Mudd shrugged. "I think we should stop at about... here."

They were in the middle of Hyrule Plains, (not field) and Link put down the log.

"Link, why are you still carrying that?"

"Because... well... I don't really know. I say we burn it!"

"Yeah!"

Later, that very night:

"Bonfire!" Link yelled, looking at the burning wood, before tossing in another stick.

Mudd was away, looking for more wood.

"What the..." He asked as a splinter dug into his middle finger. He carefully pried out the long sliver of wood, then found something even more interesting.

It was a third-degree burn on his index finger.

"Now how did you get here?"

FLASHBAAAAACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Go... back to sleep." Mudd told him stifling with pain. He was holding both wrists, where the tarantula tattoos are.

"Let me see that." Link replied, ignoring what Mudd said and pulling apart his hands. "What the ****?!" The usually dark black tattoos were bright red, like molten metal.

Slowly, Link touched it, instantly pulling his hands back and staring at his index finger. It looked and felt he stuck his finger onto a grill. "Will you tell me what's going on!?"

"No!" Then Mudd punched Link in the face, knocking him unconscious.

END OF FLASHBAAAAACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"It.... did happen."

"Hey Link, I'm back!" Mudd said, holding a large pile of lumber.

"MUDD YOU DIRTY-ROTTEN-LIAR!!!" Link yelled, sticking his finger in Mudd's face.

"Wait, what are you talking about?"

"YOU SAID- NO, WAIT. YOU YELLED AT ME THAT THE NIGHT WHEN YOUR TATTOOS WERE BURNING, NEVER HAPPENED!!" Then Link showed the other person his burnt finger. "EXPLAIN HOW THAT COULD HAVE POSSIBLY HAPPENED!!"

"You probably just burned your finger on the bonfire."

Link stared at Mudd, not believing that he had lied to his face. Again.

"Will you... stop LIEING TO ME!!?"

"Fine. I'll tell you. I just need to think. And you need to calm down so that the dead don't wake up."

++++++++++++=======+=+=in Mudd's tent==++==++==++==+++===+++====+++

"Since when do I have my own tent?"

++++++++++++++=====++==+ in Mudd's personal little area+_=-+_=-+_=-+_=-+_=-

"Ah, that's a lot better." Mudd was sitting up, wondering what he should do.

He could run, with Arrow ready, and a quiver full of arrows, he could flee the country, maybe to Daen, or Gilla. (Fire Emblem)

But then his thoughts turned to Malon.

He couldn't leave and never see her again.

He could tell Link, and hope... and hope that what? He doesn't think that you're a freak, and tell everyone what I said? That his secret doesn't break out, as all secrets do? Then he would really never see Malon again.

(Go ahead, you can tell Link.) An angel/Saira said.

Go ahead A devil/Mido said.

"Shouldn't you two be on someone else's shoulders?"

(Ask Link. I'm tired of explaining.)

Yeah, me too.

"Wait a moment, are you two agreeing?"

Well, sometimes we actually do agree. I mean really, that's a really good story about yourself. You only told it once, so I've been dyeing to hear it again.

(Yes, tell him. He's your friend, and he deserves to know.)

"Okaaaay, fine."

Hey Saira, you wanna go get something to eat?

(Oh, I thought you'd never ask.)

They both dissapered in a puff of smoke.

"Okay then. Looks like I'll tell him." Mudd hesitated. "He'll never believe me."

"Okay Link I'll tell you, but you have to know, I won't tell you if you interrupt me-"

"I can't interrupt you? Sorry. I just had to get that out of my system."

"I won't tell you if you interrupt, and everything I'm about to say is exactly what happened. But you probably won't believe me."

Link smiled as he began to roast a cucco leg. "Try me. I'm gullible."

There were three triplets. The oldest (by three minutes) was named Solo. The second was named Skinner, and the youngest (by two minutes) was named Mudd.

Of course, these weren't their real names, but they wouldn''t go by any thing else. When they were nine years old, their house burned down with their parents inside. Happy birthday kids. So the three lived off of stealing and making various bets.

When they turned fifteen, they were totally different then six years ago.

Solo was always looking for excitement. He would make bets with oyhers that he could swim with sharks, jump from rooftop to rooftop, and other crazy stunts that could kill him.

Skinner was dark and shady. But if you looked very closely, you could see that crazy look in his eye that just wouldn't die down.

Mudd was a man who was always trying to imitate his brothers, but failed. He did however have a strange love for archery, even though he couldn't hit an elephant on steroids.

The trio had a reliantly good life, except for one very fateful day that would change their lives forever.

"Wait a minute, is this going to be one of those tragedy stories?" Link asked.

"I told you not to interrupt!"

"Sorry."

"I bet you fifty rupees that you can't load your arm with flesh-eating ants for 25 seconds!" One kid on the streets told Solo.

Naturally, Solo accepted the bet. Fifty rupees would buy dinner for a week.

Soon word spread of the unusual bet, and people began making wagers on who would win.

Skinner decided to make a theft using the bet's distraction.

Mudd watched from the roof tops, annoyed on how horrible at guarding the other people were.

Solo had put a jar of ants on left arm, closing his eyes waiting for the pain to be over. Then he suddenly toppled over in pain after ten seconds. But it wasn't from the ants. He was clutching both wrists.

Skinner was at a local shop. He was also annoyed at how lousy the guards were. He wished that he at least had a challenge as he grabbed several loafs of bread. Then he got his challenge.

He screamed as he fell head first over the walkway, food dumping all over him, but he didn't care. Skinner just wanted the sudden burning in his wrists to go away.

Mudd was laying on the roof, enduring the burning worst of all, as he rolled in pain.

Guards dived onto Skinner, arresting the young thief.

"Wait a moment. I meant how did the burn start, not when you first felt it." Link interpreted again.

"That's it, I told you that if you interrupted again, I wouldn't tell you." Mudd said as he got up and started to walk away.

"NO! Wait, I promise that I won't make any noise until you're done."

"Fine."

Note play the song 'Wisemen' by James Blunt until you're done reading.

The night before this had all happened, the three brothers were in a circle around a campfire.

They were at the burned remains of their parents house.

It was the night of their birthday, and they were beginning a strange chant.

"To-night is the-night," Solo began.

"We were born onto the Earth." Skinner continued.

"Also the-night, off our parents last-night." Mudd added.

"The times we enjoyed,"

"The times we hated,"

"Were all the same,"

"When looked at with an ice-cold eye." The three said at the same time.

"To-night." Solo started again.

"Our old lives' last day." Skinner continued.

"Our new lives' first day." Mudd added.

"Didn't change at aaaalllll!" The three said, getting louder.

"Please give us, goddesses, the gift of immortality." They said, half/yelling.

"The-gift of everlasting life" Solo asked for.

"The-gift of leadership." Skinner asked for.

"Any-gift-at-all." Mudd pleaded.

"We shall endure any curse to get these gifts, so long as we get theeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeem."

Okay, stop playing 'Wisemen'.

Link thought for a moment.

"So you expect me to believe that you and your two twin brothers were cursed, got the gift of immortality, everlasting life, and any other gift you could get?"

"No." Mudd replied. "I don't expect you to believe me. But that is the truth."

Then Link thought practically. He had asked the goddesses for adventure, and recognition. And Mudd did have an uncanny skill with his bow. And he could almost completely disappear from sight.

"I just have one question." Link told Mudd. He had chose to believe it. "What happened to your brothers?"

Mudd smiled. "Skinner was sent to prison, from the fifty-odd times he had robbed people, but they soon found that inmates were being pulverized when they annoyed him. So they sent Skinner to slavery. Solo couldn't pay off the bet, so a few others carried him away. I don't know what happened to him after that."

"What did you do while this was happening?" Link asked.

"I... I just stayed on the roof and watched." Mudd told him. It was a difficult subject to talk about.

"Just one more question: did you get any other gifts?"

"What?"

Link explained. "Did anything else happen to you that day?"

"Oh. Well that night, Din came into my dreams. Solo and Skinner were there too. We were told that we would live until something, or someone came out and killed us."

"How long ago did this happen?"

"383 years ago."

A/N

Starlll: Okay Pink Panther, you can leave now.

(The Pink Panther walks away.)

Pearson: (calmly) What's with the panther?

Starlll: I don't really know.

Mudd: Anyways (walks away.) Everyone who is reading, I'm starting this weekly mission thing for Ocarina of time. You think you've truly beaten it? Think again! For those of you who want to join, I need you to start a new file on OoT, and name yourself some thing different. Just send in your answers for the following questions, and by the way, you might also get through the first two bosses.

Example:

Name: Mudd (nothing cloche like: Shadow, Twilight, etc.)

Personality: Calm.

Rank: Leader/ assassin. (Assassin missions are more stealthy, and use bow skills, Warrior missions are more up-close, and sword skills.)

E-mail address: Star three (NOT MY REAL ADDRESS) (I need to know because there are more missions that chapters.)

Names already used:

Mudd, (Assassin)

Hero, (Warrior)

Eclipse, (Warrior)

Scipio. (Assassin)

Well, that's all until next time!