For those interested, up on my DA page I have some sketches of Vega up, both silvertop and blacktop versions. I also have some doodles of Quinn and Anya in my gallery if you're all interested (they're under the Zelda section).

So yeah, I started rereading this for any mistakes I may have made and quickly got bored. You'll have to put up with my silly mistakes (though no one's complained, but whatev).

Kind of boring, and kind of short. So you'll have to put up with that too. Sorry. D:

"Oh wow… what a neat sword…" Zelda muttered. Link had thrown her stuff on the floor by her bed but she paid no attention to it. Her interest went entirely to the new sword hanging off Link's shoulder. Her face quickly went from interested to stern. "Why did you need to buy a new sword? Weren't you complaining about rupees?"

"I didn't buy it, I found it." Link said matter-of-factly.

"So you stole it?"

"I did not!" He snapped, not sure whether he should tell her the story or not. Now that he thought of it, he wasn't even sure he believed it. He then decided he might as well tell her part of the truth, but would leave out all parts of ghosts and the feeling that the sword wanted him to so something – and he still didn't know what it wanted. "It was in an old temple, sitting there by itself. I just liberated it."

The witch looked at him skeptically but seemed to accept the story, or just not ask any more questions about its origins. She glanced back at the sword and asked a bit hopefully, "Can I see it?"

"No!" Link said defensively. He didn't want anyone else but him to even touch the sword. "Besides, what would a woman know about swords?"

Zelda's nerves were tickled by the comment but she must've been getting used to his sexism; turning him into a wolf didn't cross her mind… well, maybe it did but she didn't act on it. "For your information, I know plenty about swords. A witch can't always rely on magic you know."

"I would believe that if I actually saw you carrying one." Said the page flatly.

"Then give me your old sword." She said just as flatly.

"No!"

"Why not?" Asked the witch. "It's not as if you're going to use it now that you have that new – and probably better - one there."

He had to admit, she had a good point. But girls didn't use swords… well aside from the Gerudo but they were weird girls, so they didn't count. Still, what if Zelda couldn't rely on her magic to get her out? That seemed highly unlikely. In fact, thinking on at the moment, he didn't understand why at the forest Zelda didn't just blast the Koroks away when they had taken her away. She was probably too frightened to think then, though… What if she had gotten like that again. The little voice in the back of his head was screaming not to even consider letting a woman hold a man's blade but…

Scowling, he finally said, "Fine. But you take care of it! When we get back it goes back to the castle armory where it belongs!"

The girl squeaked in delight and jumped off her bed. She went quickly out her door and then came back in quickly. Giving Link a quick peck on the cheek she said, "Thank you!" and resumed to rushing out her room and into Link's to retrieve her new sword.

Link ended up blushing and he frustratingly rubbed his cheek, as if to try and remove her germs. It wasn't like it was the first time a girl had kissed him, but for some reason her kiss felt strange… Undesirable, really. He knew that kiss, meaningless as it was, was probably poisonous. The girl looked innocent enough, but the page knew better. Behind the innocence was a girl with devastating power and anger issues…

But even if it was undesirable, he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it.

After a moment, Zelda came back into the room, adjusting the belt so that the sword was hanging off of her waste rather than Link's preferred style of carrying it over his shoulder. As if to complete the already strange ensemble, Zelda reached into her bag and pulled out and unfolded her hat, placing it firmly on her head. The page couldn't help but frown at the sight. A girl who was undoubtedly a witch, wearing a sword, with an oversized bag that held an oversized spellbook.

It was truly the weirdest thing he had ever seen.

It also made him really happy that he had gotten those cloaks for travel through the desert. Perhaps he'd ask her to wear it on the way put of town.

"So?" Zelda asked perkily, "When should we leave?"

Link looked out the window, seeing that the day's events had taken longer than he thought. Late afternoon was approaching… but if they were going to be heading into the desert. "Now would be as good a time as ever."

The young witch frowned as she followed the page's gaze. "But the sun will set in a few hours…"

"And if we're going to the desert, we'd best learn to travel at night."

Frowning, the girl merely nodded. She saw the logic in that and it would make it easier to find Vega too. That didn't mean she had to like it. Grumbling, she took the cloak that Link had thrown onto her bed put it on; then she pulled her hat down tighter over her head. She didn't want it falling off, not after all the time she had gone without wearing it.

Link let out a sigh at that display and then pulled on his cloak. He walked back to his room, grabbed his stuff and waited for Zelda. They then proceeded to leave the inn and make their way out of Castle Town. Neither looked back, that was until they reached the northern gate of the town. That was when the page looked back and frowned.

He looked over at the castle. A sudden urging of wishing everything was normal came over him… But he turned back towards the gate and confidently marched out.

"Why did you stop? Is something wrong?" The witch asked.

"No." he said simply, "Just saying a farewell to the town for a moment." Actually, I decided normalcy was just overrated.

It was cold. Unbearably cold. But Vega would have to bear it if he wished to get away from the blond beasts that were after him. Horseback did indeed prove to be a faster way to travel. Both the Gerudo and star being were in the desert now. Not deep in it since the ground was still rather flat, but it was desert enough that all that could be seen were rocks and sand.

He shivered as a freezing breeze passed and he pulled up his hood. He missed his long hair; it at least kept his ears partially warm…

"You alright back there, stranger?" Nabooru asked, glancing back at him from her mare.

"F-fine as I'll ever b-be." He chattered. Really, the star couldn't believe that a place that was so hot during the day could be so parky at night. Heaven was relatively chilly but it didn't compare to night at the desert. If it were to rain at that moment – which was highly unlikely being in a desert and all – it wouldn't be rain more than it would be snow. No wonder the desert was such an empty place…

"You sure about that?" Asked the woman cautiously, not that there was much she could do if he wasn't sure about it…

Vega merely nodded, hoping Nabooru noticed the gesture. If he spoke, there might have been more teeth chattering than actual words.

There was silence for a long while after that, save for the sound of the hooves of the horses falling and landing on the sand. The wind picked up, stabbing the star with more cold. The Gerudo didn't seem too phased by the occurrence. The most she ever did was tighten her desert cloak around her if the wind blew too strongly.

Growling something even he couldn't understand, he chanced a glance upwards. His brethren twinkled up above. He was sure none of them knew him, though, not with his hair dark now. Not that they would care. They threw him down on the earth after all, laughing and mocking him as they did so. He repressed a growl but kept his gaze firmly upward, still somehow guiding his horse right behind Nabooru's.

One of the stars twinkled and as it did so, he found his heart skipping beat. The twinkle was one of recognition, that it knew it was him. His heart sank at the memory of one of the few fellow star beings who didn't see him as a burden, as a freak for having only one thing that made him different from all the others… Estrella… I wish you were here, sister…

He actually found himself chuckling humorlessly at that thought. A star making a wish… But it didn't work that way. Stars couldn't grant their own wishes… and he would never force that upon his sister. While he had no plans of returning to the sky, he would never force her to come to the earth as the rest of his brothers and sisters did to him. He wasn't that selfish…

Or was he?

As that thought crossed his mind, he remembered Link and Zelda. They weren't being selfish, that was for sure. They wanted to help the kingdom and restore the king to his former good health. Knowing this, he ran away. By refusing to help them in that goal, by refusing to take part in their destiny – which was unavoidable – he was probably in the list of the top five most selfish people on the planet.

But at the same time, helping them would be doing what his brothers and sisters wanted.

"Prove it, freak. Grant a wish and then you'll be like us."

The disguised star gritted his teeth. He would much rather stay a freak then become one of them… and if being selfish was the way to do it, then so be it. He would stay selfish until the gods decided to end everything. Never would he be like them.

"Rigel."

It took Vega a second to remember that was the name he was using. "W-what?"

"We're going to have to go a little faster." Nabooru said. "The wind's picking up. A sandstorm is coming."

"B-bloody h-hell…" He muttered.

The desert woman glanced back and cocked an eyebrow. "You said you're running from something right?"

"S-so?"

"You might want to think about dropping the accent. You don't hear accents like that unless you're really far up north." Explained the Gerudo.

Vega grunted and nodded. He'd been considering using the strange accent the people of Hyrule had but had been holding off on doing so just because it felt so foreign. There was the secret hope that his accent wasn't that rare, but apparently it was. If he planned to stay, he might as well change his pattern of speech… at least when he was around other people.

"If t-there's a s-sandstorm, w-won't we b-be needing shelter?" The star asked, switching to the Hylian accent as best he could in the freakishly cold weather.

"That's why we're picking up the pace. I think there's a village up ahead. Not Gerudo, but they're friendly with enough." Nabooru explained.

The star hid his expression of disbelief. How on earth could she tell where she was going when there was nothing around but sand? He reluctantly looked back up at the sky. Another one of a star's strange uses to the earthbound folk, I suppose…

"You know, it's kind of strange." Said the woman, interrupting Vega's chain of thought.

"W-what's strange?" He chattered.

Her horse paused and then she looked up at the sky this time. "I could have sworn there was star right there," she pointed up at a specific area in the sky.

Vega reigned up next to her and hid a smirk.

"It's not there anymore," she continued. "Some people might say I was my imagination but I'm pretty sure there was a star there. It's gone, now, though."

"It is kind of strange." He said. Strangely amusing, that is.

LOOK AT ME! I'M RIPPING OFF MORE NAMES. Vega's sister, who you can guess is named Estrella... her name is really the most blatant name of all. For those of you not bilingual or of Hispanic origins, it's Spanish for "star", but in the case it's pronounced how silly gringos say it. Can my creativity diminish even more? ... Let's not answer that!