Riyougi: Hey! Thanks to all my reviewers on the first chapter! You guys rock. Anyway here is the second chapter! Enjoy!

Additional: This is a re-edited chapter as is the first one. The next chapter will also be revisited and edited. Look forward to the new chapter. Hope you all like what I write next. Thanks

Chapter Two

Life sometimes doesn't go to plan. Things may change; ultimately affects the outcome of the future

Link thoughts seemed to echo loudly back at him, as if he had spoken them into a canyon. He blinked several times to focus his mind; the first few felt heavy and slow, but the rest soon came at normal pace. Link, having regained from his untimely and unexplainable unconscious collapse in the forest, tried to focus on the situation and what had befallen him.

But as soon as his mind had even registered to him that he was aware of being conscious, his mind was lost in questions. The first thing to baffle his mind was that of his body and how strange it felt. Coming to consciousness, his body was totally non-responsive to his will. He felt both a sensation of being heavy, while also experiencing weightlessness.

Link tried to figure this out quickly, but as his eyes scan about his body, his eyes became fixed on the unnatural surroundings he was in. Link stood upon an earthly plane, with blades of grass and small opening of fresh turned earth that hung in a black plane. Water seemed to fall from the blackness in this plane to the earthly plane, to be absorbed quickly without leaving a trail of water. Link was slowly getting used to finding himself in such planes, but one aspect of this plane in particular confused him. The air above the plane, from where he stood, was filled with… crystal like bubbles. The bubbles radiated a strange glow that Link had only seem from rubies, gems and crystals, yet their shape was not firm, but rather bouncy and wobbly; like a bubble.

These odd bubbles floated aimlessly in this vast space above. Amassing, floating and bouncing off each other as they collided together. They made a strange sound that, if Link even knew how to describe it, sounded something like twinkling.

This kind of plane reminded Link of the 'chamber of Sages' with the magical water falling from the sky, yet these bubbles reminded him of Termina and the chamber of the four guardian giants. Link had never seen a spiritual plane that had a combination of features from other chambers.

What's going on?

Link's very first reaction to this place was one of surprised. Being summoned to other worldly planes like this was not uncommon, yet not usually when he awoke from sleep – this was new. He remembered awaking up, his body hovering inches above the ground, his mind foggy and his body feeling completely strange. Link almost couldn't remember doing this, like it wasn't registered or even recorded to his mind.

When Link had finally found his strength to stand, he left his floating position and stood upon his feet; paused and stood firmly still, as he has done for the last two minutes.

Link, sensing something very odd about his sudden wake into a spiritual plane, gazed about the area carefully. The warrior remained still for a while, examining the layout of the plane carefully. Link could sense something a miss here, something unfamiliar – usually a keen sense telling him danger was close. Link shuffled his feet forward now and then, drawing himself closer into the centre, but did so by drawing out time. He was not one to usually just stand around and wait, but he wasn't one to fall for a trap so easily either.

Amidst his slow advance into the earthly plane's centre, Link's mind has been trying to make sense of the whole situation. The warrior could remember making his way back home to his of Hyrule, from Termina via the vast Lost Woods. Secondly, he recalled coming across the sleeping people and the strange mist that hid them from view. The third and final, not to mention recent, was his sudden fall into unconsciousness and then waking up in some wired spiritual place, with an unsettle feeling to welcome him.

'Am I dreaming?' Link began to think, wondering if this scene was something wrapped in his imagination.

Deciding to test this, Link grip his right shoulder and, rather harshly, pinched his flesh. As soon as his fingers had clutched his flesh and pinched, there was no immediate pain – however after a five second delay, the pain soon erupted. 'A delayed effect…' He questioned, slowly rubbing the spot he had pinched. His first attempt baffled him, so to get his clarity; he began to pinch his left shoulder. He could feel the pain in his left arm; this time only after three seconds delay. Link finally accepted this wired place not to be a dream after his pinches, yet was not overly convince this to be normal.

'Then what is this all about?' Link murmur as his mind started to fill with questions - questions he was sure he didn't have the answers to.

'Is this…real?'

'Did I…die?'

'If I can feel pain…then I'm not dreaming. But then, if I'm not dreaming…'

'What am I doing here!?' Link had become lost in his many thoughts that he failed to realise he had just shouted into the nothingness of the plane.

He heard his echo clearly. His voice rang out into the nothingness, resounding multiple times before being silence. Link waited there, waiting for a reply; but when none came he spun around slowly, and sighed heavily.

…To save us all! ...

A voice, something like that of a whisper upon a breeze, echoed in the warrior's ear.

Link spun around suddenly, slightly startled by the voice. Nothing was there, expect the blackness. Who said that? Link thought, his eyes scanning the earthly plane. The vast space above was filled with the crystal bubbles, the falling water streams that fall from above and himself. Nothing more greeted his eyes.

So who spoke?

'Who's there… show yourself?!' Link demanded, his stance becoming lower and his body stiffening.

As he did so, he began reaching for his sword and shield. As his grasp for both, his hands grasped nothing but air. Link thought his the handle to his sword and shield had moved slightly from their normal place, so he reached for them again – but again, he failed to grasp them. This was strange… his weapons and shield had never been out of place before, and he had always been able to reach them. Wondering where his sword and shield were, he peered over his left shoulder. Link's eyes soon widen with alarm as he failed to see the edge of his Mirror Shield or the hilt of his Glided Sword over his left shoulder.

'Where are my weapons?' Link asked himself, spinning around and searching the ground for his misplace sword and shield

…You don't need your weapons here. There is nothing for you to defend yourself from… the voice spoke again, whispering upon unseen breeze into the warrior's ears.

Link stood still once more, upon hearing the voice speak once more; slowly peering around the vast space for the source. Again, it was just him and nothing more. The voice had no source of direction and no visible form. It just came to him from nowhere, and only seem to enter his ears. With no source or form to pinpoint its location, there was nothing more the warrior could do but listen to its words.

But as he listened, he noted that the voice sounded old, humble and wise. This voice, with its characteristics, from Link's experience, would belong to that of historians, scholar, even temple's monk or priests. It could even sound like that of …a sage.

As he thought on that, the first person to come to his mind was 'the sage of light', Rauru. Rauru - The wise, old sage who had greeted the Hero of Time, upon his wake from a seven year slumber in the Chamber of Sages.

…This Rauru…Is that a friend of yours? ...

Upon hearing the voice's words, Link's eyes widen and he became frozen to the spot. His breathe was paused and his mind drew blink. 'Are my thoughts being read? Is such a thing possible?' Link didn't know of such thing his is past experiences, but from what he had just heard, it must be. The warrior spun around once again, looking in all manner of directions, looking for whatever or whoever was talking to him.

'Hey!' Link shouted, sounding slightly annoyed and furious, hoping to cause a reaction from the voice. 'How did you know what I was thinking?' Link began to slowly pace back and forth, his eyes remaining fixed to the amassed bubbles above, sensing the thing he was search lay hidden amongst them. 'Where am I? What am I doing here! Even better…Who and where are you!?'

The voice said nothing to answer Link's questions.

Link waited and watched, but nothing happened. The warrior soon lowered his gaze and sighed heavily. Maybe his shouting was no the best course of action. But what he could do when he was summoned to a place he knew nothing of and the thing that spoken to him, made no effort to show itself. Was it frightened of him or did it not trust him? Link didn't know, but this voice was the only thing that could explain. Link blinked for a few seconds and then spun around to pace in the other direction; waiting for the voice to speak again. As he came to face the opposite direction, Link was faced with one of those strange crystal bubbles. It must have fallen when he had lowered his gaze.

Link quickly glanced up at the sea of bubbles and around the earthly plane, to see if other bubbles had fallen. No, this bubble was the only one that had fallen from the rest. Link stared back at this bubble, slightly withdrawing from it, because he had no idea what it was doing before him.

Having one of the bubbles before him, Link was able to examine it more closely. The bubble had an array of colours shine across its surface, all mixed together to create like a rainbow effect. The bubble, itself looked very fragile, that even the slightest disturbance would cause it to pop. It wobbles and spun slightly, causing some strange colourful fog inside its unstable frame to spin also.

Link step closer, and gazed inside the bubble, thinking he saw something within the strange fog. As he drew near, the fog began to withdraw and clear, revealing an image of…

'Rauru!' Link shouted, suddenly falling upon the bubble and placing his face close to it surface. Surprisingly the bubble was far from fragile, but rough solid. 'Rauru, it's me! Can you hear me? Help me, Rauru!'

…It is only a memory, my boy. Nothing more…

'A memory?' Link repeated, upon hearing the voice again. Link push off from it and step back, his eyes fixed upon the bubble and the image it showed. It was Rauru, the old sage of light, standing upon his crest, with his arms behind his back, staring at the warrior. It was exactly like he did when they had first met in the chamber of Sages.

His mind suddenly clicked and his eyes widen slightly. This was the memory of when he had first awoken in his adult body in the Chamber of Sages and Rauru had greeted him. This was what he was thinking of when he had heard the voice and how similar sounding it was to the Sage of Light. Link smiled upon seeing the old Sage's face, it always gave him comfort and a sense of being home.

As Link had registered what he was seeing within the bubble, the bubble began levitate and rejoined the mass of others bubbles above. As this single bubble rejoined the others, it sent a surge through the other bubbles, which caused all of the bubbles to play different things within their cores.

Each one of these bubbles, as Link gaze across the now alive sea of them, he found somewhat familiar. Watching a few of them closely, the sense of familiarity grew rapidly and he slowly began to see a pattern form.

'These bubbles…' Link murmured, staring at a few more before continuing further, 'are they show me my…'

…These bubbles are filled with your memories; dear boy... all you have been through is here…

The voice explained, finishing off Link's question.

Link slightly nodded, acknowledging what the voice had said. The warrior kept his head lifted high, watching each 'memory bubble' he could clearly see. He saw many faces from the realms of Termina and Hyrule, and each battle he had faced within those realms, as well as the trails he had to overcome - so many memories, so many bubbles.

Watching the sea of bubble for a while longer, Link soon dropped his head back to normal. His mind still held questions that he needed answered. So far two of Link's questions were answered, but there was still one question that remained unknown to him.

'Where am I at this moment?' Link asked, not bothering to raise his head 'I have the feeling that somehow I am somewhere between worlds. Not in the real world and not in the spiritual realm, either… or something like that'

He heard a faint laugh enter his ears this time, followed by a short sigh.

…Ha-ha… you are sort of right, my boy. You are in a 'between' of a kind, but not between worlds…ha-ha…

Link didn't understand. His face screwed up with a confused look and a raised eyebrow at the answer he was given.

…We are…no, actually YOU are… inside your own subconsciousness. It's a kind of between if you like. This is your subconsciousness self inside your own mind…

Link felt better hearing this answer. At least he now knew where he was. He didn't know why he had been summoned into his own subconscious like this, but guessed there was some important reason for it. Maybe this is where he goes when he falls unconscious when he is not ready too.

But upon thinking that, Link wondered what was keeping him in his subconscious. Why did he wake up here and not within his real body? Link raised his head to the sea of bubbles and asked.

'What has happened to my body? You say this is my subconscious self inside my own mind… why am I not waking up into the real world? What has happened to it?'

…Your body is fine, lad, it is recovering here. It simply is waiting for you to return…

'I am ready to return? How do I return to it?'

…You will return to it soon enough…But first…

As the voice paused, two bubbles began to float down towards the warrior. Link watched with fixed eyes as the two bubbles floated down and landed in front of him. As they landed, they wobbled softly and then began still and solid, just like the first bubble had. Link peered at either bubble, wondering which one he should be looking at first. The bubble to his right didn't seem to show anything clearly, but the one on his left he could see clearly into. The memory it showed was a recent one; it was of the bodies he and Epona had found within the forest. From this bubble, Link walked over to the one on his right and stared into it deeply, trying to figure out what it was showing. He saw what looked like the forest floor of the Lost Wood, but it was hard to see, something was floating over it, hiding the ground from his view. It took a second for Link's mind to recall that what he was actually seeing was simply the mist. It wasn't an exact memory, but when combined with the bubble of the left, he came to understand why it was being shown to him.

'The mist,' Link began to think, watching both bubbles before him, 'maybe… just maybe, it the cause of why I am here…'

…Correct lad! The voice suddenly boomed, sounding happy. This mist has surrounded our town and trapped the many souls that live here. Those who venture in the mist, falls victims to the 'forever sleep', just like you had fallen into…

'Then… how can they be woken up? For that matter, how will I be able to wake?'

…Have no fear of that, my boy, you I can wake… for the others, that is another story… There came a quick and sadden sigh before the voice continued. …The town is in ruin and the king is being held prisoner in his own castle by his new lordship, the evil Sir Rebonack! We need help… your help!

'My help? Link asked, slightly speechless upon hearing the tale of the mist. He didn't mean to sound off handed, but he was only trying to get home, he didn't expect this to happen. 'How do you know I can save you?' Link questioned furthered. He already knew that he was the Hero of Time and the saviour of Termina, but how did this voice know he could help them?

…We are without hope, my son, and we are in need of hope… the voice spoke sadly, but then, Link sense a cheering in the voice as it continued. …But word has it from the Great Fairy who resides in our town, that a young boy in green will come someday soon and free the town from the darkness and the demons!

'The Great fairy…'

Link's mind raced across his encounter with the many Great Fairies he had met throughout the realms. They seemed to know of his power and potential first, before evening meet them. How was it they knew of his deeds, before he had even met them?

'But how did The Great Fairy know I would be passing by?' Link asked, scratching his head.

…Don't you know lad? The Great Fairies in the vast world all communicate to each other, just like the tree's talk to the earth, so do the Great Fairies to each other and to us. Even over great distances or oceans… They have all heard of you great deeds in Hyrule and Termina. Through the Great Fairies you have met and helped, we, the people of this town, have heard of your deeds. You the talk of the spiritual world, you know!

'The Spiritual world…' Link repeated softly, lowering his gaze. The Spiritual world – It was the first time he had heard of it out of context of it being a place where warriors were sent for their great and noble deeds. It made sense that the spiritual world would be home to such beings like the Great Fairies, maybe even the Sages.

…Oh! … The voice exclaimed happily. ...No more time for talking… you body is ready for you now! I'll explain everything more when we meet face to face, my boy…

'It's ready? Great! What do I need to –'

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Link's eyes suddenly flashed open. His vision was blurred and cloudy, and his eyelids again felt heavy to move. His head was throbbing also and his entire body seemed to ache. The warrior could also feel some slight scratches and some new wounds over his body. Was he attack during his trip into his subconscious mind?

Link arose slowly; feeling weak to lift his own weight. The bed sheet that covered him, fall down his bare chest, revealing bandages across his stomach and arms.

'What happen to me?' Link asked himself, looking down at bandages that wrapped around his stomach and his arm. He even felt the one around his head.

'Lucky…' a voice called out, coming from the doorway on the left side the room. Link glanced over at the figure that was hiding in the shadows of the doorway. Link's eyes were still foggy, and the small candle near the bed was not strong enough to light the whole room. Link blinked a few times and rubbed his eyes, hoping to improve his vision.

'What did you say?' Link asked, not hearing the first time.

'Lucky… lucky is what you are, my boy' the figure said, slowly emerging from the shadows. Link lifted his eyes back towards the door, his eyes giving him a much clearer vision. Moving forth from the door and the shadows, Link saw an old man. He was dressed in a blue robe, had an oak walking stick and a sliver beard that fall along his chest.

'How do you feel, lad?' the old man ask, taking a seat next to the bed.

'Confused at most, heavy and sore all over' Link replied, rubbing his head.

'Yes, you will feel better when your rest properly' the old man assured, pushing Link's torso back down on the bed and pulling the covers back over his chest. Link wanted to resist, he felt he had slept enough; but his body was too heavy and weary to put up an argument.

'Your voice…' Link said, as the old man tucked him in, 'you're the voice talking to me in my head, right?' the man nodding slight, a smile slightly showing through the sliver of his long beard.

'They call me Odin, the wise one. I am his new lordship's and King's high prist' Odin introduce himself, leaning back in his chair slightly. 'And you, my lad, are…?' Odin lent forward and began patting Link's chest. Link could see through the silver hair and beard that Odin was very friendly and kind. His old and wise sounding voice matched his appearance well as a high prist. Link felt that Odin held an aura like that of a Sage, wisdom beyond his years, but Link knew Odin must have experienced a lot during his younger life.

'I am Link…' Link began to say, trying to free himself to make a proper introduction. However, his body wasn't responding well to his commands, and he couldn't free himself from the sheets Odin had tucked in.

'The Hero of Time, if I am not mistaken' Odin added, baring a smile upon his face.

Link paused and stared at him for a bit with a slightly raised eyebrow.

'You knew that already?' he questioned.

'Oh, of course…' Odin said with his smile, as he lend in closer. 'Did I mention I read minds?'

Link smiled as did Odin, both exchanging a few chuckles.

After that, Odin patted Link's chest once more and then stood from his chair. He grabbed his walking stick that rested against the bedpost and then peered down at Link. 'Rest up, my boy, those wounds need healing. The red potions here take some time to work, but are most effective' Odin instructed, turning away from the bed and heading towards the door.

'Oh and make yourself at home, you are my most welcome guest'

Odin left Link to be after that, closing the door and allowing the Hero of Time to sleep and his wounds to heal.

Link could tell he was in good hands. Odin was nice and kind, having bandaged Link's wounds and offering him a bed to sleep in for the night. Link was still unsure how he came to have these injuries, but thought now was not the time to ask. He would have his chance later.

Link rubbed this head deep into the pillow, allowing it to cushion up around his head. He inhale deeply and exhale sharply, allowing his eyes to draw close finally, to let him sleep.

But, as he lay there, something bothered him. He could sense something strange an unwelcoming about him. Link reopened his eyes and began studying the room. From what he could see, which was practically nothing as the room was bare; there was nothing in that room that offered such a feeling. Link tried to focus his senses to help him figure out what he was feeling. He tried, but his body was tired and worn out. He would have to try when his strength had returned. Link came to the conclusion that whatever it was, it was something not in the room, but probably more outside.

Whatever it was, Link felt something dark was about to happen. Something he could not even begin to imagine.