[AN: The full title is "I Learn Who My Mom Is, and More Happens. Trigger warning for sexual assault and mistaking "misandry" for "feminism".]

I stepped backwards. "No . . . no . . . no, no, no, no, no! It's not true!"

Ganondorf laughed. "It most certainly is! A prophecy states that you would become stronger and more powerful, but only if you were raised by Hyleans! Now, you most certainly ARE strong and powerful! This is the full prophecy:

[AN: This bit was written in SMALL CAPS in the Flower-Covered Journal, just like FIRESTORM's name, but I've decided not to write it in ALL CAPS like I do for FIRESTORM.]

Power will father Wisdom

But must not raise her in his home.

She will only gain her true potential

If she feels unwanted and alone.

If Wisdom sacrificed for Courage,

She surely is Power's daughter.

And, though he hasn't seen her in 17 years,

That does not mean he has forgot her.

No; in fact, he will take her at this age

And bring the Triforce together for the blue moon.

The Spiritual Stones presented with their element,

And Wisdom's power shall be at its fullest soon!

Blood on the medallion, and song on the wind

And moon in the dometop hole,

Wisdom in the middle of the Triforce,

And the sacred bell toll.

[AN: End of SMALL CAPS.]

Ganondorf smiled and stood up with as much grace and dignity as he could muster. He pulled a small bell out of his sleeve. "I have the sacred bell—the bell used to ring out that a new king had been crowned—and Link has the Ocarina for the 'song on the wind'—the Royal Lullaby—and you have the medallion, er, or I do. I entrusted my loyal son with the three spiritual stones. You need only stand in the middle of the Triforce symbol on the floor, with Link and I present, and let the light of the Blue Moon wash over you. But, that is tomorrow. Today, you rest." He clapped his hands behind and to the left of his head. To my surprise, Rose appeared, with Danny on her shoulder. She looked at me, then Ganondorf as he said, "I am going to take care of some . . . business . . . with the Hyleans. I need you to take my daughter here to see her wonderful mother."

Rose nodded and gently took me by the arm. "Right this way, m'lady."

As Rose led me through more halls and doors, she talked with me about various things. I found that, besides her being a Gerudo and extremely feminist, we were much alike. We both hated Ganondorf and Armondorf, we both liked watching the same plays, and we both just loved Danny!

Then we came to yet another handleless door, which Rose opened with a touch of her hand. Inside, there sat a Hylean woman with long brown hair. Her head was bowed, so I couldn't see her face. She was weeping.

Rose cleared her throat. "Madam? Your . . . daughter."

The woman looked up, and I recognized her face, though from where, I did not know. She looked at my face, then stood up. "Rebecca?"

I stepped forward. "Mother!"

We hugged each other and laughed and cried. It felt good to be in my own mother's arms. I wanted the moment to last forever.

But, it didn't.

I heard the sound of someone clearing his throat, and it most certainly was NOT Rose.

I turned around to see Armondorf. I could almost hear my mother's anger as she said, "Oh." I looked back at her, and she looked remarkably like I do when I'm defiant and angry.

I turned back towards Armondorf as he said, "The time with your mother is over. Don't worry, you'll see her again." He laughed and grabbed my arm. I looked back at my mother as Armondorf dragged me away, and I knew where I had seen that face before.

My mother was the Queen of Hyrule.

Later, that evening, I was standing in the porch area, looking out at the sunset. It was beautiful, but I couldn't focus on the beauty when I knew what my heritage was. I . . . a princess? My mind, which was used to the idea of being a poor girl, could not process it.

"Beautiful, hm?"

I gasped and looked over to see Armondorf beside me, leaning forward onto the stone rail.

I racked my brain for a witty response and came up with the brainy and sly phrase, "Quite."

Armondorf looked at me and smiled. "You look good in black."

"Shut up," I muttered.

"Excuse me?"

"I said, keep your forked tongue behind your fangs, you snake!" I glared at Armondorf.

Armondorf laughed, and when the motion is over, his hands were around the base of my neck. "I'd rather be a snake than away from you." At this, he brought his face into mine and planted his lips on my mouth. I almost slapped him, but I was paralyzed. As if I were a marionette, my arms involuntarily wrapped around Armondorf. I whimpered.

When he finally let me go, I slapped him so hard, the impact point on his skin seemed to glow red. "And restrain those reptilian lips! They probably have strayed to the lips of other women."

Armondorf gingerly touched the cheek that I had slapped and looked at me smugly. "I have reserved myself for my sister . . . I'm glad I'm only adopted!" He laughed, but it was halfway between a chuckle and a laugh.

Armondorf smirked at me, and I was reminded of those sharp, but otherwise normal, canines.

"S . . . sir?"

Armondorf turned around to look at a meek guard. "What is it?"

Wordlessly, the guard stepped aside, and a wolf was thrown to the ground in front of Armondorf. The wolf was brown and gray. It growled at Armondorf. I shrieked.

Armondorf grinned. "Ah. Stupid little dog. You did something, eh?" He laughed, and the "dog" barked and growled.

Armondorf suddenly turned black and shrank to the size of a three-week-old horse. Then the blackness dissipated, and Armondorf was a strange, wolf-like creature with tusks. He was mostly black, but with a red streak running down his back.

"I find you are much more managable in this state." To my surprise, I could understand every word Armondorf was saying. He was talking!

"This is only a temporary setback. You can still howl . . . Link."

I stared at Armondorf. Was he serious? Was this wolf really . . . Link?

Armondorf simply looked at me, into my eyes. "Shocked, eh? That your . . . beloved would be like this?" He turned black again, grew, and was his old, cocky, Gerudo self once more.

"Only I can reverse this curse, but I want him to stay like this. Unless, of course, you want to be able to turn into a wolf . . . whenever you please."

I looked at Link. If I were a wolf, I could . . . I could stay with Link. I looked at Armondorf, and said, "I'll accept."

Armondorf examined his cuticles. "Of course, there IS a price . . ." He looked deep into my eyes. "You must kiss me whenever I ask."

I bit my lip. Just thinking about that unpleasant experience made me shudder. But whenever he asked . . . ?

But . . . Link meant that much to me. I slowly nodded.

Armondorf smirked and said, "Kiss me now."

I closed my eyes, sighed, and opened my eyes. "All right." I wanted to hold him off 'til the cows came home, so I stepped forward and threw my arms around his neck. I kissed him, and he seemed quite pleased. Then he put his hand on my arm and clenched.

Immediately I began convulsing. Searing pain racked my body. I groaned. Blood rushed to my head, then my feet, flowing back and forth. I screamed. I fell to the ground. Darkness.