A/N Yay! More great comments and follows were received and appreciated! Please continue, and thank you for all of them. This chapter's kind of loose, and simple, but it leads up to more action. I have only a few things left to include which means, yes, it will be ending soon. This story was literally the only exciting thing I did in my summer, before high school. I'm ending it before I begin because there's not much to add, and I need to start studying again and stuff. I think I will write occasionally, but not as often. I'll miss you guys though. I hope you like the chapter! I left a lot unanswered and it's probably like, what?! I don't get it. She probably forgot. No, it's cool. ;) Don't worry, I know I did it that way, but I wish you enjoy it anyway!

On the floor, crumpled in a ball. She was helpless, broken, and underneath the dark shadow, of a darker man. Zelda had been thrown against a heavy wall, her organs extending inside out. Of course, the only help within miles wasn't really help at all. He needed to get rid of her, as soon as he could. The boy reached over to her, the body wrapped into his arms, and lifting her into them. In no effort, he heaved her over his shoulder and ran up the rest of the hill, with no need to stop. A fallen tower led him to a vine wall. He grabbed the leaves, crumpling them under his fingertips. He pushed himself up, and climbed to pathway. Without a care or worry, he strolled along it and to another sand slide, where more Bokoblins roamed. As of their own, he had no need to be bothered by their threats. He climbed up the mountain, passing them through the way, smiling at their nods of approval. It was about time he got recognition. The Bokoblins held tightly on to their boulders as the boy passed by them, to the front of the Temple.

With one last look at the weak girl, who was swinging her arms flimsily, he took a step into the sweltering hot Temple.

Ready for revenge, Master?; were the thoughts running through his mind as he led himself down the stairs. He hopped along the three islands until he stopped at some elevating plank, which he jumped off onto another island. After the one under him sunk, he leaped onto the one next to him, leading him to a descending ledge. Next, he followed the bridge into a larger room, where a Lizalfos awaited him.

"Oh my! It's you! Do you need assistance? Is that Hylia with you? Are you getting rid of her here? Do you need help? How can I help, huh?" The reptile spat at him, jumping around.

"No, it's fine. I can handle it."

"Let me call you the ball, huh? I can do that! Wait. I'll be so fast!"

He sighed. "Fine, but be quick. I have no patience now."

"Of course, Master." He whistled into the large room, slicing the sharp sound through the heat and crumbs in the air. The ball came rolling through the lava, spewing bits of it at the ground above them.

"Hey! Watch it!" He shouted, taking steps away from the shore.

"Oh sorry, Master. I let it slip my mind. It won't happen again!" He rose his hand to his head, his blocks of shield covering his face. "So where are you taking her? I bet it'll be cool. Hey, can I come?!"

"NO...I mean, no. I can't have distractions." He shoved him off, and took a step on the ball. The sphere rolled to the other end, where the intersection directed him up the northern stairs and into the next room. Here, he jumped once again over to the other side. Towering over him was a ramp, and he sped up to the top, without breaks. The boulders weren't released at any command, for him. Another slope appeared, and he sighed of frustration.

Again, he raced up the hill finally to the boss entrance, turned right, and through the big doors. Another ramp led him to a break with some broken chains. They smelt highly like the Goddess herself, such a wonderful scent. He gave her a small glance, thinking to himself. She's going to die without her memories… With pity in his red eyes, he shook his head and continued up north, to the end of the road. Slowly, he lifted her weak body and held her feebly in his arms. Secretly he embraced her unaware body in his arms, feeling the warmth of her body against his. When he carefully pulled her apart, she opened her eyes leisurely. Held only by his evil arms, she knew full well she was at the edge of the broken bridge, steps away from molting lava. The blistering heat didn't help her regain enough strength the push him away, or to scream for who she knew was her only help. Link. She knew ahead of time that all of it was too suspicious to believe that this boy was him, especially when he had almost chocked her, but now it was too late to do anything to stop it. She would die without all of her memories, and without apologizing to the real Link. This was it. She was a step away from death once again, and there was no Link to say goodbye, one that cared for her. Instead, was another, examining every edge of her blue eyes.

"I'm not who you think I am." He whispered softly.

"I-I'm aware…" She said, looking back at him with her eyelids sagging. She waited for him to push her, and for it all to be over, but surprisingly, he only pulled her closer, until they could feel each other breathing.

"I had feelings for you…I just don't know what they were." He admitted, and she only frowned. "But I cannot keep you. I must listen to my Master. I must do what I was born to. I will love you never the less."

Slowly, he loosened the grip he held, and she began to fall backwards, plummeting into the heating lava. After he let go of her, an image behind her was mirrored back at him. A boy clothed in green.

Link.