Warnings: nothing yet…

Ship: only cruddy link/Zelda. I hate her. Maybe it'll be Gannondorph/Link…

A/N: I have ch. 1 and 2 written already. So it won't be a oneshot. Heh heh heh… how'd I guess it wouldn't be a oneshot? Considering you are now reading ch.2…

For disclaimer, refer to chapter one

----------Chapter 2----------

---Gone From this World---

(Last time)

This demon I had created smiled at me, bearing each one of his teeth.

"Engard," he whispered into the echoes words spoken and water splashing, and we fought.

I won that battle in the strange room. But my shadowy twin was right.

(This time)

I looked into the eyes of the woman I had cared for most in this strange, insane paradox, and felt like weeping.

Princess Zelda would kill me for peace. She would rob me of all my memories and leave me as the strange boy who didn't know he was not a Kohiri.

I had won her battles, defeated my own demons for her sake and the sake of her world. I felt a strange feeling roar up through my veins, cloud my sight, clog my throat. I felt fear and anger. This woman whom I loved would bind half of my mind to a seven year old body, just as she had bound me to her cause.

It would be an understatement to say that I felt anger. My mind franticly searched for a way out, any way to be free. And, blessedly, the one voice I had hated, now loved came to me. 'Would it be to cliché to tell you 'I told you so' at the moment?' My dark side. He wasn't dead.

'Yes.' I responded as Zelda started her magic. With a new sense of urgency, I quickly went on. 'Now please, get us out of this.' There was a pause.

'Us?' I knew he was still mad. But he relented. "I can twist the spell, but you might not like the effects."

'Will I remember?' will I live?

'Of course!' he promised, knowing his prize was won. He sent me the details of what would happen. A copy of my seven-year-old body would be made, and inhabited by him. I would be sent… somewhere else. He could protect his own memories, but we had grown to far apart for him to protect me. I notice that I did not have the leisure to consider where I would be sent off to: the Princess was almost finished.

"I'll do it." I whispered. I realized as Zelda paused, confused, that I had spoken aloud. This was the first time I had spoken to my shadow aloud. I could almost hear him smirk.

"Well then. Let's do this," he laughed, purposefully ignoring my omission of his power. As the Princess that I had loved continued with her spell, unaware of the power fiddling with it, I closed my eyes and hoped my black twin would not purposefully send me to oblivion out of spite.

I remembered. I remembered more then I should have. As I stood in uncertainty, I saw other's lives before my own eyes.

I was a shrub, in a world that was stranger then anything I had seen before.

I was surrounded by water, endless oceans, in a little red boat that talked.

I was a wolf with a dieing princess on my back

Who was Link? Was it this boy, or this man? Was the friend of a pirate or an otherworld princess? Was he cursed to be a plant or a wolf? How did he have to save the world this time? I would have asked where I was, but I was quite distracted by the question of who I was.

I stumbled, not even knowing I was standing, and landed quite heavily on something.

'Or someone.' I thought as arms shoved me violently away. I landed on a carpeted floor of a room that was easily the size of Castle Town. I slowly took in the sight of the delicate looking stained-glass window like ceiling and the shelves full of books and games that looked to be able to keep one interested for eternity simply by their sheer quantity. Safe in my assumption of the fact that I was Link, Hero of Time at the moment, I voiced the next question that came to mind.

Where was I?

I had not been aware of the fact that I had spoken aloud until I received an answer.

"You are where the asshole misfits go that the world is ashamed of and wants to get rid of. But why the hell are you here?" a deep, fiery vice that was reminiscent of killing sand and damning wind growled at me, demanding an answer.

I looked up from my unintentional seat on the floor into the rage filled, red-gold eyes of my enemy Gannondorph.

Cliffie!