Hey guys, It's sorta short but wutevs. Hope you like it. (as always)

Ooh, and I put up a poll on my profile so pleasee vote. the results will probably determine where the story goes, and I know there has been major debate over this before, so I was wondering what my lovely readers want.

Who would you pick for Link? Zelda or Midna? Just cast your vote, and if you feel uber passionate about this or want to bring critical information to my attention, feel completely free to PM me.

Thanks,

WoS

The Hero's Shade sat in his wolf form, overlooking his ruined fragments of what was once Termina. The golden wolf stared with his unrelenting eyes at an opening into the void, showing him what was taking place. It troubled him that his descendant and incarnate would be looking for such an object of self-service and malice. He doesn't know the reasons he would need it for, but could take a few guesses.

The Hero of Time growls.

"No. I will not allow you that." He sneers. "I would have never let anything like this lead me to such betraying actions, even as a young child." Then, something in his eyes softened. Because, well… he had. Perhaps not to this extent, but he had abandoned the place and people he was sworn to protect for selfish needs. He sighed. If only there was a way to make him see that nothing but suffering would come in the future.

Zelda

"No." I say in disbelief. "No, no, no, no, no." I back away from him, suddenly afraid of the boy I had been so comfortable with just moments ago. His face is filled with pleading. "Zelda, I just-"

"No." I repeat. Link opens his mouth to speak again. "Zel, I-"

"Don't call me that," I snap. "Don't you ever call me that again." I see the hurt in his face, and I almost want to take it back. Almost. "No, Link. I-I trusted you." I back away a little faster, then turn to run. I only make it a few steps.

Pain tears up my body, and I'm frozen completely in place. My limbs won't respond, no matter what. The feeling of helplessness is overwhelming and the pain jolts through me like lightning. I throw back my head and let out a wail. I scream in anguish and try with no prevail to move, and then I am finally able to get a look at him. His hands are frozen in place, like he'd been simply lifting his hands to gesture in emptiness after me as I was leaving. Dark vouts of magic climb his fingers. I narrow my eyes at him. "Let… me… go!" Link's eyes are wide with fear. "I don't know… I didn't… I can't…" He stammers. I spit angry curses at him until I realize he is actually trying to make make it stop. It looks like he can't move his hands any more than I can, but it's clear he is the one causing it.

Link is wielding magic.

My mind swims as I try to find out how he could even obtain the ability to use Dark Magic.

Of course.

This place must have been helping him gain more abilities, and the books he had taken from the library… Goddesses, I didn't even check to see what books they were. I know each Hylian is born with magical capabilities, but it takes practice and will to even be able to conjure a simple spell. I am able to use it so well because I've had professional teachers since I was young. I had always learned spells that would help me or others, but I never even considered using dark magic for any purpose at all. And now apparently Link is an experienced Dark Magic Wielder.

Finally the bolts release me, and I fall to the ground with another cry of pain. I sit there, choking and coughing, along with a few sobs. I glance up at Link. His face is contorted with shame and fear, and his brow is lined with sweat, obviously from trying to make the cast stop.

"Zelda," He pants. "I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-" I hush him with my hand. He is quiet for a moment, then walks over to me slowly like I'm a frightened animal and offers me a hand. "Please, just… let me explain." I look up at him, and all I see is sincerity in his hopeful blue eyes, begging me to listen. I sigh and take his hand as he pulls me up. "You have five minutes." I say, wondering if I made the right choice to stay with someone so threatening, even to the goddesses themselves.

"It is said that if all parts of the Triforce are united, they would bend to the will of a person and grant them any desire," He began. "And I have only one." Link's eyes have something deep and dark in them, like something snapped. A fire, a… defiance. "I want passage between the Light and Twilight realms. The goddesses denied me the right to see her, they denied me one thing I wanted to hold on to." He looked at the ground. "I know it's the rule, I know all about heroes, and the meaning of being that." Link paused. "But… I want happiness. I know that it's far too much for me to ask the gods of that, but I want my own path. Not one set before me that the heroes pathed." He almost spat the words, and I had no clue he was capable of this much anger and spite towards the gods. I feel sorry for him, and I want to take back the code of being a hero. I want to erase it. I want to erase the rule that stated that the hero must be one that suffers far worse than any, that sacrifices the most. The one who can never live normally, can never be content. People say that they want to be a hero, and they think the word is a complement, but they cannot comprehend the suffering and loss that comes with it, and Link often denies the honor that he deserves from people. The honor that is supposed to make up for the loss and emptiness. It doesn't, and it never will.

I know Link grew up with no parents and barely a house to live in. His only true friends were his horse and Ilia. Ilia was taken from him in more than one way, and the gods only allowed him his horse. Epona is the only lifelong friend left for him, and I thought I could be a friend to him as well. I still can, but I can already tell that he is corrupted. I know he didn't mean to hurt me, and I forgive him for that.

Maybe he's right. Maybe the gods shouldn't have the right to take everything from him. Maybe I can help him. I finally open my mouth, hoping I don't get struck down by divine forces.

"Alright, let's hear the plan then.. And we'll need something to fall back on if it doesn't go as thought."

His face lights up and his lips twinge at the edges as his eyes take on a mischievous glint. "Already ahead of you."

And that scares me.