Well, again, saying that I don't own The Legend of Zelda... I just own this storyline... Anyway, this is the "Not Sad" twist, because, well, I thought about it, and the sad twist would have just ended the story right then and there. Maybe, after this story is finished, I'll make a one shot of what the other side would be. Well, anyway, PLEASE review :) And read. Haha!

"The.. Ocarina of Time...?" Zelda took the shining blue instrument in her hands. "Play it." She thrust it back at Link.

"Um, play what?"

"Anything."

Tenderly, he placed the mouthpiece to his lips and began to play the solemn tune that was the Song of Time. As he played, Zelda closed her eyes and seemed to drift into a light sleep. When he reached the last few notes, she awakened, her powdery eyes sharper, brighter.

She stood up slowly, not bothering to take the ocarina from his hands, but to stand in front of him and stared into his eyes. "I've missed you." Zelda tentatively took his face in her hands and brought her lips up to his. She pulled back after a few seconds, "I've wanted to do that since I very first met you."

Link stared at her, a baffled expression painted on his face. "Since Tuesday?"

Zelda giggled, "No, since we were ten, way back in the courtyard, remember? You were the only once who didn't think I was crazy! Wow, that was, what? Eight years ago? Or would you count is as, say, fifteen?"

Had she just remembered? Just like that? How could it be true? Link stared at her, trying to note a difference. It took him only a few moments to spot the change in her eyes. The darker, more intense irises caught his attention. He was thrown into a flashback, trying to remember which eyes were right.

I stand in the middle of the Temple of Time. I see Sheik there. He descends from the stairs and stands on a slightly raised platform. "I think it's time I confess who I truly am," he says, his voice expressionless and emotionless. He takes a strong stance and holds out his left hand. A triangle, the Triforce, glows.

I stand back as the light fills the room. Could it be? It was impossible... but it is! Where Sheik had stood only moments earlier, the stunning Princess of Hyrule now stood. I walk closer to her, one step at a time. I take her in. "I should have told you, but I had to keep my identity a secret, for my safety, and the safety of my country."

I cannot control myself. I take her into a quick embrace. It is so good see her alive and well. I look at her, her brilliant and intense blue eyes shining...

He should have been happy to see that she was herself again. He should have been bouncing off the walls to know that Zelda remembered everything. Instead, Link dropped his arms and turned away. The back of his neck tickled. Something was off. Something was very off. He turned to her again, and put the ocarina to his lips and began to play the Song of Time again. Maybe, just maybe, this would reverse the reaction.

"What are you doing?" inquired Zelda.

Apparently, the damage was done. How could he return her to the castle knowing that she would not behave the same that she had in the morning? How could he even present her to Impa? Impa! Link rushed outside and pulled the Sheikah inside. Her sharp eyes noticed the switch immediately.

"What did you do to her?!" Impa shrieked, grabbing Link by the front of his shirt.

"Impa," Zelda's voice was stern, "What has he done to you? Nothing, that's right! Oh, wait, except for destroy the monster lurking in your temple!"

The Sheikah blinked and released the boy. She stared at the princess, confused. Impa turned back to Link, briefly glancing into the wardrobe behind him.

"Listen to me, listen carefully," whispered Impa, "I want to you to take all of the things in that wardrobe, all of the useful things, the ones that fit and you can use, and bring them to the empty store in town square. Use the back entrance. Be there at noon, sharp, tomorrow. Understand?"

"Yes," Link's answer was curt.

"And..." the Sage of the Shadow pulled a garment from the closet and handed it to him, "wear this as well. Be quiet, and be sneaky. Try not to be seen."

A huge grin made its way onto Link's face, "No problem."

The clock began to strike six, and the princess and her caretaker were only just arriving back at the castle. Impa kept slyly close to Zelda to keep from people noticing the change in her eyes. The first person they encountered was Nohas.

"Ah! Back from your shopping trip, I see. Did you find anything good?" Nohas asked the women. Zelda looked up at Impa, knowing that if she did not answer, their cover was blown.

"Um, no, actually, we didn't. I think we'll look again tomorrow," Zelda shrugged. The king raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Are you all right, dear?"

"I'm perfect, why would there be anything wrong?" Impa was impressed. Even in her slightly dazed state, the princess was clever and quick on her feet. She knew something was wrong, even if she wasn't completely sure what it was.

Impa sent Zelda off to take a bath with orders not to say a word to the servants about the day's happenings. The Sheikah saw the princess off when it came nighttime, and settled in her own room. Zelda, not tired a bit, laid on her bed, eyes open, pointed ear pressed against the vent she and her caretaker used to communicate during the night.

She heard a door open and then close, metallic footsteps getting closer to the vent. There were voices, but they were low and unintelligible. Zelda's ears adjusted and she began to make out some of the words.

"Impa... long day... missed you..." said a deep voice very familiar. Brutus? Thought the princess. I knew it! Brutus and Impa! I knew he had something going on... but... IMPA?

The words continued like that, but they soon ended with sounds of other things. Zelda removed her ear from the vent, horrified. Impa told me that Sheikah women don't take formal partners... long ago... maybe things have changed? No, she would never lie to me like that. She told me, all those years ago, everything about the Sheikah, everything! A horrifying thought came to her. Or did she...?

With that, the princess shut her eyes and wished sleep to come to her. Hours later, hours of thinking and suspecting, she drifted off into a dream. At first, Zelda thought it was flashback. She saw the darkness of Kakariko Village. It was much like when Bongo Bongo escaped from the well and took root in the Shadow Temple. She saw Link, sword in hand, ready to fight. The thing that made her realize that this was not a flashback, was that the blade grasped in his palm was not the gleaming Master Sword, but a sparkling gilded sword.

Zelda looked at her hands. They were wrapped in dirty bandages, dark navy sleeves covering her forearms. I'm Sheik. Thought the princess. From then on, she was fully aware of the fact that this dream was not a dream, nor nightmare, but a premonition, a look into the future. As soon as she realized this, she was jolted awake.

"Zelda, dear," It was her mother, "wake up!"

"Hm?" Zelda blinked.

"Ah, there you are!" Annabellin laughed lightly, "The sun has just come up, sleepyhead! We're going to be late for breakfast if you don't hurry! I'll send in your lady's maids to help you get dressed."

"Oh," said the girl. "Send Nata and Kili. Poppy is with her husband in the infirmary."

The queen raised an eyebrow, but did not say anything. She rushed out, and the servants rushed in.

As noon drew close, Zelda fed her father the shopping excuse, and she and Impa were off. They had to take a longer path to town square in order to keep from bringing attention to themselves. Meanwhile, Link sat in the empty store, drumming his fingers on his knee. A bored looking stone mask laid next to him. He looked at the pocketwatch he had bought in Clock Town. It was almost 12:30. Finally, the creaky back entrance of the abandoned store banged open, and the princess and Impa fell in. They did not apologize for their tardiness.

Zelda stared at the boy. He looked exactly as she remembered him, exactly like how he looked when she very first saw him at this age, when he walked in the Temple of Time. She was different then, he was different then. Still, he donned the green tunic, leather boots encasing his feet. His wrists were guarded by the polished Silver Gauntlets. A floppy pointed hat held his hair.

The thing Zelda paid the most attention to was his eyes. They held no worry or despair, just the everlasting sadness of a man forgotten and the burning curiosity of what lied ahead. She could see a worn bow on his back, along with a sword. A quiver of arrows hung beside them. A metal contraption was clipped to his belt, something Zelda recognized as either the hookshot or the longshot. He held a sack that most likely held the rest of his things.

Impa stepped forward to take a look at him. "I see you can follow orders... Now, what I need you to do may not be a simple task. I need you... I need you to take Zelda and leave the city."

No amount of training or practice could have prepared Link for these words. He was not sad to leave the town, although he would miss the people he had grown to know, but he was worried for Zelda. The worry was not for her safety, for she could defend herself quite well, but because he didn't know how they would fare together. For years now, Link had gone on alone, with no one at his side. During his travels, he'd had no one to talk to as he built a campfire. His social skills were severely lacking.

Zelda closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Impa, I'm ready," she murmured, her voice almost inaudible.

"For what?"

"Change me," ordered the princess. "You said that if I were to go off on my own, for any reason, if I was in any danger, you would transform me, change me."

Impa was at a loss for words, "Well, yes, but you have Link here. You don't need to protect yourself. Besides, I haven't trained you, you aren't ready, I can't just..."

Zelda's eyes narrowed. "Fine then." She seized a dagger hanging off Link's belt. She held it up to her hair and in a quick slice, she cut it off. "I'll do it myself." With a few more chops, her formerly waving golden locks were scattered on the floor. The princess looked around the store, searching for more supplies. Her eyes rested on Impa.

She took another deep breath, and said, "I need you to trade clothes with me." Her words were unforgiving, and her bold stare never wavered even as the Sheikah's reluctance became obvious. Silently, Impa gave in, Zelda could see it in her eyes.

"Link, would you--"

"Gladly," The boy disappeared into a closet on the left side of the store. The two women began swapping wardrobes. Though most of Impa's uniform was much too big, Zelda made it work. She cut, ripped, and tore the fabric and wrapped it around her body. There was one problem.

"Impa, how am I suppose to make the appearance of a boy when I have--"

"Tape. Find tape, or some sort of binding," The Sheikah woman looked quite ridiculous in the too small dress. They went searching for anything left behind in the store. Impa went looking by a window and glanced out the murky glass. "Zelda... we'd better hurry. There's a lot of guards outside, and they appear to be looking for someone..."

"Me?"

"Most likely."

The women looked faster, turning over loose floorboards and shoving open cupboards. Zelda bit her lip. "Link...?"

"What? Can I come out now?"

"Well, no... Do you by any chance have an extra sack? Or bindings? Or perhaps some tape?"

"Um, well, no... Are you hurt? There's medicine in--"

"No, I'm fine, I just need a sack or something."

"Well, I'm not sure if there's anything in here... It's dark... I'll look around as best as I can, though."

"Hurry!"

At first there were sounds of someone groping around for something on the shelves of the closet, but then there was a crash and a low yelp.

"Found something... I think..."

"Well, give it here!"

Link opened the door just a crack and tossed a dirty potato sack and some twine out. Perfect! Thought the princess. "Help me, would you?" She called to Impa. A few minutes later, the transformation was complete. She wore dark fabric around her body, the proud insignia of the Sheikah on her chest, which was newly flattened. Her hair, now cropped, was wrapped in pieces of the sack, as were her wrists. She did not wear shoes, for Impa's boots were far to large for her, so her feet were merely wrapped in the blue fabric as well. There was the matter of Zelda's bright blue eyes, though.

"You can come out, Link!" the princess called, and turned to Impa. "I'm ready, seeing as there's hardly anything we can do about my eyes. I'll just mask them as best I can."

"No," dissented Impa as Link emerged from the closet, a bruise on his cheek. He rubbed it, clearly upset with himself. The closet was a mess. "I think I can try something... Close your eyes. You see, the Sheikah can adapt quite well. Some are even able to hide their most obvious feature: the blood red eyes. Now, once they change the color, they must change them back, right?" The Sheikah woman place her thumb and forefinger on Zelda's left and right eyes, respectively. "Well, maybe I can do that to you."

From Link's point of view, it appeared as though Impa lightly pushed on the princess's eyes, then took her hand away. Zelda opened them, and Impa smiled, something rare for any Sheikah besides herself. "You're ready," said her caretaker. Link picked up his sack and slung it over his shoulder. "Remember my teachings, Zelda, you must remain emotionless and in the shadows. Do not speak much, and when you do, never offer information about yourself."

She sighed as she watched the girl who seemed so much like a daughter to her, leave.