A/N: Hi, guys! Well, guy. Right now, it's only got one favorite, but I still have total faith in this story! However, wherever there's a scrap of hope, someone has to come in and ruin that for me. So, to the gutless wonder that left the following review last week. Ahem…

This is such a pity. You have a nice and fluent writing style, the start was so enjoyable – but then you promptly went and inserted some cliché "super badass" Mary S- errr, OC. WHY.

First of all, the fact that you jumped to that conclusion in the first chapter is the true pity. The fact that you're not even giving the story a chance makes my heart hurt. I'm sorry that you feel that way and I'm even more sorry that you're trying to tell me how to write my story that came from my imagination. I think that's a concept that tends to get lost when we're on the internet. Especially fic writers in particular. Art is always something that's open to interpretation. And this is mine. No one can take that away from me. And the same goes for you, aspiring fic writers. I just thought I'd share it with you because it'd be an even bigger pity to keep it to myself. Now that I'm down from my soapbox, how about we get back to the real reason we're all here, ok? For those that are ACTUALLY enjoying the story.

I never thought I'd see the day where I walked side by side with monsters. They all wanted to kill me. I know it. The same went for the Captain. She led us closer and closer to the refugee camp. Every once in a while, Captain Luna would shoot glances over her shoulder. It remained unclear whether they were checking on the moblins or on me. If Luna wanted me dead, all she'd have to do is snap her fingers and these moblins wouldn't think twice.

Something was off about her. From the second we met, Luna carried herself like royalty, but if it came down to it, she could probably kill a man with her bare hands. She wouldn't let the moblins hurt me, but she didn't hesitate to draw her bow on me. Did she save me from them only so that she could kill me herself? We had never met before today. What reason could she possibly have for wanting me dead?

There always was the possibility Luna didn't want me dead. If that was the case, why? Out of the goodness of her heart? Luna seemed more like the type to expect repayment in the form of favors. Had she heard anything about me? In all of Hyrule, there aren't many Hylians named Link. I'm sure that was nothing to worry about. For now, I needed to find any signs of a Kokiri refugee camp. I just needed to know some were still alive.

A little further into the Lost Woods, we stumbled on a clearing with a decent sized camp already established, by the looks of it. A few tents were set up, some firewood had been gathered, and this had to be one of the refugee camps. However, I don't think it belonged to any Kokiri I knew. At least, it didn't anymore.

"Alright, boys," Captain Luna ordered, "Home sweet home. You! Get to making the fire. You! Find us some food. I'm famished. A wolf and a few foxes should do it. But if you find elk or boar, feel free to bring that back, too."

"Excuse me, Captain," I followed her back toward her tent, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Eager one, aren't you?" she figured, sizing me up, "You want something to do, Fake Kokiri? Go gather some herbs. There's a patch of them growing wild around the river bank. It's about half a mile east of here."

"Ok." The less time I spent close to them, the better chance I have of coming out of this alive.

"And by the way," Captain Luna assured, "I won't have too many of mine around you, but there will be some. As far as you're concerned, you're our…Well, let's just say we don't want you running off. But you're smarter than that. You wouldn't do something so reckless."

It wouldn't be the first time I've slipped a group of moblins. It probably wouldn't be the last either. If I wanted to leave, I'm sure I could. But I still needed to gather herbs, though. Luna didn't specify which kind, though. Nor did she say their purpose. Were they for cooking? Were they for medicines? I couldn't speak much for moblins, but I knew there were some herbs that could be used topically. However, if they're ingested, they could prove to be fatal. Especially if it's the wrong combination.

I grabbed a handful of herbs, both good for cooking and good for medicines, and put them into my bag. Just as I was starting to turn around and head back to camp, a school of bass swimming upstream caught my eye. A thick branch hung low in front of my face. I'm sure it wouldn't take much to just…

Snap!

I sat on a boulder at the edge of the river bank and ran the branch along the blade of my short sword. Something about accepting food from moblins didn't seem right. How was I supposed to know if they were going to poison me or not? A few bass wouldn't be a half bad idea. Using my sword as a spear wouldn't be right. I don't want the blade to rust and grow brittle. The makeshift spear would work just as well. And scoring extra points with the Captain can't hurt, right?

Just take careful aim…

Wait patiently…

HYAH!

I stabbed the water and pulled four fish from one spearing! Nice! They were pretty heavy, too! I'm sure we could feed a lot off these fish. And if any of the other moblins bring back any large game, we'll eat like kings. I wish I had some kind of line to hang these on, but unfortunately, I didn't have that kind of foresight. Catching any fish wasn't in the plans, but I'm sure the extra food would be appreciated. I'll just carry them on the spear.

When I got back to camp, a couple of the moblins had come back with their game. We had the wolf and couple of foxes as the Captain requested while I set up the spit of my own spoils over the fire. They all looked at me in sheer disbelief. Captain Luna came back out of her tent, curious about all the commotion.

"What are you all going on about?" she shoved her way through, "Who brought the fish? I said that the foxes and the wolf would be fine."

"I did," I owned up to it. There's no way I'd let any of the others take credit for this, "The river was full of them when I went to find herbs. I couldn't pass them up."

Luna studied them a little closer, "Nicely done, Fake Kokiri. I didn't ask for fish, but yet, here you are. Did you at least get the herbs I asked for?"

"I got those, too!" I emptied my bag.

"Alright," she let me go, taking some of the freshly cooked wolf off the fire, "Everyone eat and get some sleep. We're leaving in the morning."

Luna left us abruptly, hiding herself away back in her tent. She's not exactly the social type. I followed her back into her tent, demanding answers, "Captain…"

"What do you want, Fake Hylian?" Luna stuffed her face, "I'm busy."

"Would I be safe?" I wondered, "I mean, there are a bunch of moblins out there that probably want to get a swing at me."

"Don't worry," she rolled her eyes, "You'll be fine. The moblins out there aren't exactly the brightest stars in the sky, but they're loyal to a fault. What I say is law to them. That's why they're still with me."

"But…" I thought, "Ganondorf has moblins, doesn't he? Don't they all answer to him?"

"Ganondorf is a demon and needs to get dropkicked off a cliff!" Luna snapped, "I will not have his name mentioned in my presence!"

"Ok!" I backed off, "I'm sorry…"

"Forget him," she brushed me off, going back to her wolf. After a few minutes of nothing but grunting noises while she ate, Luna made herself a little more comfortable, "What are you doing here, Link?"

"What do you mean?" I gave her a look.

"Do you believe in destiny?" Luna asked, catching me a little off guard.

"I guess," I shrugged, "I never really thought about it much."

"Can I ask you one more question?"

"Go ahead."

"Something in your gut told you to come here today," she guessed, "Didn't it?"

Images from my dream flashed through my mind. The fire…The woman…Women, "Yes."

"I think it was destiny…"

"What about you?" I sat next to her, "Why are you here, Captain? In these woods."

"If we're being honest," Luna had pulled a deep gold colored blanket over her. It had a deep burgundy moon embroidered in the corner, "The moblins and I are here laying low."

"From what?"

"Don't worry about it," she got defensive again, changing the subject, "What's your hand to hand like?"

"Personally," I took my sheath off my back, "I'd much rather my sword than fighting hand to hand."

"Really?" Luna scoffed, "That?"

"What?" I looked the blade over, "Is there something wrong with it?"

"You expect to fight with that butter knife?" she giggled, "Come on. You couldn't hurt someone's feelings with that, let alone break the skin of a moblin."

"Why do you ask?" I shook her off, nursing the wound to my pride.

"We're not exactly strong in numbers," Luna pointed out, "We're going to need all the manpower we can get. And that would include you."

"No," I shot her down, "I'm sorry, Luna, but…"

"Captain," she corrected me. But then, she waived it, "You know what? We're in private. Keep it professional around the others, ok?"

"Sure," I agreed, "But I don't want to get involved in anything. Not this time around. All I wanted when I came through here was to find any surviving Kokiri. I need to know…"

Saria. I just wanted to know if Saria made it out and is somewhere in the woods. Besides, I still had her ocarina.

"There's something bigger than the Kokiri going on!" Luna snapped, "Ganondorf is planning something and you just want to know if your precious fake family made it out ok? Look around, Link. The kingdom is about to fall to ruin and you're worried about a people that probably don't even remember you or even accepted you as one of their own. Once you actually hit puberty, they knew you weren't one of them."

"You're wrong!" I defended, "They wouldn't…"

"Get some sleep," she cut me off, rolling over in her bed, "Like I said, we're leaving bright and early tomorrow morning. There's a refugee camp a little deeper in the woods. We'll take you there, so you can be with your fake tribe."

I figured it'd be best not to upset her any more, so I went and found a spot in one of the other tents. All of the other moblins were asleep and the fire was starting to die out. What was with her? Was it something I did? No. I didn't do anything. From the beginning, I told her that I was looking for a Kokiri refugee camp. Any of them would do. And now, because I'm not going to fight whatever battle she's fighting, she's going to get mad at me? Or was that just with everyone? Was I just being the kindhearted soul wanting to help her out or the selfish, has-been hero that wanted a break?

Luna did raise a point, though. I remember living with the Kokiri all those years ago and once I started aging differently, I was treated differently. Mostly by Mido. I knew I wasn't a natural born Kokiri. And Mido wouldn't let me live that down. You never had a fairy, Link. You're getting older, Link. I thought you were Kokiri. Then again, that's when Saria would usually yell at him. She always told me that he was jealous because the Great Deku Tree took more of an interest in me than in any of the others. Unfortunately, I never got to find out why.

I shut my eyes for a bit, trying to force myself to go to sleep. However, sleep would elude me. Any time I'd come remotely close, it'd be pulled out from under me. Mostly because bunking with monsters wasn't the ideal sleeping conditions. Maybe when we get to the refugees' village, I can manage to catch a nap there. Because there was no way I'd be able to sleep tonight. Counting lon lons wasn't going to work. But then, I heard a rustling from outside the tent.

"Link…" a soft voice spoke, "Link, are you awake?"

"Luna?" I opened my eyes, letting them adjust, "What are you doing in here?"

"Can't sleep?" she assumed.

"Yes," I admitted, "You?"

"Me, too," Luna nodded, "Look, I'm sorry about what I said. That wasn't ok."

"Thank you," I accepted, "But how do I know this isn't delirium talking?"

"Just trust me," I caught a glimpse of light emanating from behind her. She quickly shoved her hands in her pockets, "Come on. If you're having a hard time sleeping because of my moblins, you can come sleep in my tent. There's plenty of space."

"Really?" I sat up, "Thank you."

"No problem." I followed Luna back to her tent and found a bed already set up. Like she was planning this, "And just so we're clear, no funny business. You sleep on your side. I'll sleep on mine. Deal?"

"That's fine," I smiled, "Good night, Captain."

"Night, Fake Kokiri," she smiled back. Luna reminded me of someone, but I couldn't put my finger on who. I don't think I remember meeting any Gerudo lately. Maybe she blew into town at one time? No. That's not it. I'm sure it'll come to me eventually. Once I shut my eyes, I felt much more at ease. And sleep wouldn't be running away from me anymore.

A/N: Camp sounds cozy. Luna's starting to lighten up a little. But there was that light. Remember that light. That light is important. I'm telling you this now. And I'm definitely feeling Link's tiredness. As I'm finishing this, it's nearly 11PM. My dog is sleeping in her bed as we speak. I have a thing on AmbientMixer playing called Survey Corps Castle (and I imagine it's a lot of what their camp sounds like. Cackling fire. Echo-y halls. A light rain. It's really nice.) that's pulling me under. I'm going to go to sleep now. See you next chapter! xx