A/N: Hello everyone, Thank you EquinoxWolf and SaraTheAngelic for adding this story to your alert lists. And Thank you SaraTheAngelic for adding this story to your favorites as well. Now to respond to some reviews
-EquinoxWolf- We'll see a little of their backgrounds or at least their current living situations in future chapters. They are children at this point, but we are going to "fast-forward" in future chapters. As far as ages, I was thinking that Link would be 8, Midna 9, and Pipit and Ghirahim 10 (Ghirahim slightly older). If these ages don't make sense, I could rethink them.
-SaraTheAngelic- Why I have to be such a good writer? I didn't know I was a good writer, but thank you. I'll probably try to continue all of my LOZ fics, but this would mean a longer distance in update times. I kind of like the idea of Pipit being Link's brother as well.
Ghirahim released another projectile which hit his target exactly, "It's your turn, Link." He handed the Hylian the slingshot.
The young Hylian shot the target and hit it as well. "Pipit, did you want to have a turn?" Link asked his brother.
"No, you and Ghirahim can play your game," the brunette said turning back to Midna. The two were just sitting in awkward silence.
"We could look for ghosts if you don't want to play this game," Ghirahim suggested, "I'm sure an old castle like this would have a whole bunch."
"I don't like ghost," Link said with a pout.
"Don't be a baby, Link. There are no ghost here. Ghirahim is just trying to scare someone," Pipit said. He stood up, "Well, I'm going ghost hunting."
"Sounds like it could be interesting," Midna said also getting to her feet. Ghirahim grinned before he started down one of the dark hallways.
"Where do you think you are going?" a loud booming voice called. The white-haired child froze and stared at the red-haired man.
"We were just looking for ghost, Ganondorf," Link said to the tall man, hoping that the man would stop them. "Did you want come with us?"
Ganondorf didn't look impressed. "The meeting is done and it is time for us to leave." The man left expecting the children to follow. The blonde Hylian look down at his feet with a sigh.
Ghirahim padded up to him and put a hand on his shoulder. "I have a messenger bird. We can keep in touch," he suggested also feeling Link's despair. He then turn to the other two, "I'll be sure to write all of you." He snapped his fingers to teleport himself to his father's side.
His father looked down at him. "You behaved yourself, right Ghirahim?" the taller man said.
"Yes, Dad," Ghirahim answered
"No tricks?" his father asked. Ghirahim didn't answer but continued out of the meeting house.
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Link trudged behind Ganondorf. The man was scary; he was so serious all the time. "Link, when we get home can I borrow your wooden sword?"
Link frowned, "But you have your own sword."
Pipit rubbed the back of his neck embarrassed, "I accidently broke it. Don't tell dad. He will be upset."
"You were to be responsible for your weapon, Pipit," Ganondorf said seriously, making the two boys jump.
"Please, Mr. Ganondorf. Don't tell my dad," Pipit begged.
Ganondorf seem to think over something, "I believe that you have reached the age were you need a real blade, Pipit."
Link pouted as Pipit's eyes widened, "Really, Mr. Ganondorf? You're the best."
The red-head stopped the young brunette's cheering, "But you have to take care of it and ensure that it doesn't become lost or damaged."
"Oh I will Mr. Ganondorf," Pipit said with a nod. Link frowned at his older brother jealous, but also excited for him.
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Midna walked slowly to where her mother and Zant were. Her mother was speaking firmly with the male Twili. "Zant, we can't afford to start a war with Demise," the female Twili said harshly.
"But Lady Tifunee, with the artifacts we found, none of the other kingdoms can stand against us," Zant said his arms swaying.
"It is not safe to assume that, Zant," Midna's mother said. The Twili king huffed and crossed his arms before leaving the room. The female Twili sighed before kneeling to her daughter's height.
"Is everything okay, mom?" Midna asked seeing the look on her mother's face.
The woman smiled and kissed the top of Midna's head. "Midna, I must ask you to avoid the other children that came by today."
"Why?" Midna asked tilting her head to the side.
"Things are going to be really tense for a while. Us grownups are going to have to meet very often to make sure that no fights break out," the woman said calmly.
Midna may be young but she understood what her mother was saying. The four kingdoms may have settled things for now, but there will come a time when a full out war will break out. The young Twili nodded her head to her mother, but staying away from her newfound friends was the last thing on her mind.
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Ganondorf took point again leading the group of Hylians back to their home. Pipit rode right beside him. The young Hylian was mimicking his alert stance. Ganondorf never spent much time with either of the Hylian children, but now with Pipit beside him, he could see the child's potential. He was very much like his father when he was young. Simeon and he were friends and grew up and trained together. If his child was anything like Simeon, he would be the perfect knight.
"Pipit," Link called now riding forward to his older brother. The brunette Hylian turned to face the younger. "Did you take my slingshot?" The blonde asked.
Pipit shook his head, "It's probably in your pack hiding just like your bee in the bottle."
Link shook his head, "I looked for it like a million times." The blonde was shaking his hands in the air.
Pipit shrugged not concerned with the missing slingshot. "It'll turn up eventually." Link sighed but listened to his brother.
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Ghirahim shot at a bird with his new-found slingshot. "Ghirahim, is that yours?" his father asked from his horse beside him. Ghirahim just grinned knowing where he got it from. The older man sighed s frustrated, rubbing his temples. "Who did you take it from?"
"Link, He is the blonde Hylian," Ghirahim said with a grin, glad that his plan to keep in touch with his new friends was working.
"Well, you are going to have to keep it till next month when we meet again," his father said with a sigh.
Ghirahim paused to think why all the leaders of the countries would have to meet again so soon. "Is there going to be another war?" He asked concerned remembering how his father was missing for months at a time during the last war.
"That's what these meetings are trying to prevent," his father said.
Ghirahim recognized the tone his father used, "You don't think it will work." His father didn't answer, but Ghirahim didn't need one. He lowered the slingshot in his hand, tightening his grip on it.