Edit: The girl's point of view was changed from third person to first person.

Also, I added some more content to this chapter. I had a very helpful reviewer tell me that it needed some work :)

I stood there, taking in the fact that I was once again young. My bones had been starting to get weak. I had been, after all, almost a hundred years-old.

I stretched my arms, my legs, to make sure that everything was moving right. I knew that everything would, I was just glad that they would move properly once again. That, and I wanted to just make sure.

I had been living a life of a girl adopted by a young couple. I had grown quite fond of them, but they had sadly died when my body had been seventeen. I then had spent the rest of that life traveling around Hyrule, gaining the wisdom that my older self would be known for.

I stood and thought about that young couple for a few moments. They had been the closest thing I had had to parents for thousands of years. The last time I had had a parent had been before my curse had been lifted, just after I had been sent to live on this horrid, evil-filled world.

I stood still once again. I placed two fingers in my mouth and softly blew.

A light whistle filled the air. It sounded like wind when it hits a tree, or a house.

A shadow appeared in the graveyard. As black as night, a horse appeared at my side. A mane and tail so long, that it was hard to tell where her feet and hair separated.

I hoisted myself upon my horse. I then whispered in the horse's ear:

"Ride like the wind."

The horse took off without another glance back.

We silently, but quickly, rode through the town of Kakariko, and continued south. We continued through Faron province and into Ordona province, passing enemies so fast that they didn't even sense our presence. At the Spirit Ordona's spring, we stopped. The horse galloped into the cool, shallow water, and I jumped off.

The water came to my knees and instantly restored every ache and pain that was still upon my body from my old age. I felt my ancient power start to rise once again.

We bathed together until light peeked over the mountains. Even then we continued to bathe while I spoke to my horse, whom I hadn't seen for about ten years. We had separated when I had moved into the Castle Town. I told her about how I needed to talk to the Spirit Ordona himself.

She was a smart horse; a gift from my sisters. She was as ageless as I, and with the smarts of a human. She had been my companion during my journey with the Hero, and was still.

Thinking about him made me freeze and sigh with sadness. I then decided it was time, and stood to ready myself to call upon the Spirit.

I was just getting ready to call upon the Spirit, when I heard voices approaching. I was not scared, for the voices were young.

I watched as the two children entered the spring. I easily could read their thoughts by the expressions on their faces as their eyes met me. They fell silent to gaze upon the beautiful girl wearing a long blue dress, a belt made of golden hearts around her waist, and a tiara with a blue-stoned heart in its middle. I imagined that the children could only gaze since my body seemed to glow as if, inside of it, was hidden a light greater than the sun.

I decided that it was time to leave, and that I would call upon Ordona another day. I gracefully jumped up onto my horse and then turned around. We slowly walked past the two children. I smiled at the little girl who was staring up at me with awe. It was when I smiled at the little boy that I froze.

The boy had brought back so many memories...memories that I had been trying hard to forget.

The horse bolted out of the spring when she felt my distress. The horse rode into the massive Hyrule field and stopped.

I could only look back. That boy...he had looked so much like the Hero when I had first met him as a child.

Tears sprung up in my eyes. I quickly wiped them away, however, since I could feel the pull of the goddesses, telling me their newest plan.

They were telling me that the evil the Hero and I had once defeated was risen again. They were searching for a new hero, one whose skill with a sword would be even greater than the Hero's. They were telling me that I would need to find him, soon. That I would need to help him when his time came...

Actually, now that I thought about it, they had been whispering to me since I had risen from my grave, I had just been too distracted to hear them. They had used the boy to get me to listen to their instructions.

I was, after all, their servant...

I whispered to the horse to ride to the gate of Hyrule Castle Town. And so the horse followed the instruction of its master.

We rode for hours before coming upon the bridge that gapped the flow of the water surrounding the castle. I jumped off the horse and stroked her mane.

"I must begin another life today," I said to my horse, "and I will call myself Maple this time." The horse nodded her head a few times, showing that she understood. "I will once again be young. A journey starts soon..." My voice faded.

There was a flash of light and, standing in my place, was a little ten year-old girl. I had reverted my age like I had done not long after the death of the Hero. My glow was gone, my physical attributes less perfect, yet I was still me.

"I will call back for you soon, Midnight," I said. The horse nodded and stood up on her hind legs, sending out a scream that pierced the evening sky. The horse then landed and took off in the opposite direction.

I took the next few moments cutting myself with branches and sticks. I tore my new, white dress and put debris in my hair. When I was satisfied, I made my way across the bridge and opened the massive gate.

I managed to fake a limp through the east gate, moaning in pain as I did. A pair of women noticed me and helped me through.

"My dear child, what has happened to you?" One of the women asked me.

"I-I've been attacked..." I whispered as I fell to my knees. The women helped me back to my feet.

"We shall take you to Telma's. She will certainly take good care of you my child."

A few minutes later, I was helped through the familiar door that led into Telma's Bar. The women made sure that I was settled in before leaving.

Telma was a dark-skinned woman with dark hair and a sweet, but strong smile. When the women had left and we were finally alone, Telma spoke:

"Well, nice to see you again, old one," She said as the door closed. I stood up from the chair that I was sitting in. Telma helped me clear my hair of debris as I healed my self-inflicted wounds.

"They are searching for another hero," I said. Telma raised her eyebrows.

"Oh really? So that would explain why you're back from your grave." Telma smiled at me. "What are you calling yourself these days?"

"Maple." Telma nodded.

"Well Maple, you can stay in my bar for a few weeks, then you may do what you must."

Telma was the only woman in all of Hyrule who knew my real identity. She was a smart woman, and had easily put the pieces together when I had been the old woman telling stories as if I had really been there. It really showed how stupid the people of the world were today. I had thought that I had been more obvious than that. I had expected more to learn the truth.

But, that didn't happen. Telma was the only one. She had then vowed to keep my secret safe and to help me in anyway she could.

So, I stayed with Telma for a few weeks, and then departed for Kakariko, where I lived for two years with a man named Renado and his daughter, who was just an infant. I never told them who I really was, although Renado, the town Shaman, was smart and knew that I was more than I revealed. I lived with them until my body was twelve, and I left for Hyrule Castle Town once again.

I snuck into the castle one night when I was fourteen, and met the princess. Her name was Zelda. We became fast friends, despite my illegal entrance into the princess' quarters.

A year later, when Zelda and I were best friends, I finally decided to tell her the one thing I had not spoken of since telling Telma. I told the princess my secret. Zelda believed, for in the records of her family, there was a tale of a ageless girl who turned out to be a long lost goddess.

It was when I was seventeen that my adventure started.