Author's Note: Hello! If this is your first readthrough, I'd like to warn you that this fic has been discontinued. It was completed once, a long time ago, and for awhile I was rewriting it, but I've just lost interest and time. I am, however, leaving the first chapter up.

Why? Well, if you can bear with me a moment...this was not only my very first fanfic; the sentences below are the first I ever typed as a creative writer. This was in 2003, when I was only fourteen, still in middle school. I had been playing video games all my life, from sitting in my dad's lap with the spare (broken) NES controller in my mouth as a baby while he played Kid Icarus the original Legend of Zelda, to chopping up bushes on A Link to the Past for rupees for fun, to getting an N64 for my eighth birthday, my brother and I and struggling to master the 3D controls on our very first adventure to defeat Ganon for ourselves. Middle school was when I discovered the internet (and the world), and fanfiction. I had no idea people were allowed to write stories about video games, and, having always loved to read, I scoured the net for every story I could find, ignoring bad grammar and plotholes just to enjoy more of Zelda while I waited on the next game to come out.

One thing I always yearned to find was a completed adaptation of Ocarina of Time, my absolute favorite Zelda game. Before I knew about the internet, I had always dreamed of being able to read it in a book-format. I found a great many stories that tried, but none of them got to the point where things got serious, to Link waking up in the Temple of Time missing seven years of his life. And none of them got to the best part, to the final battle with Ganon, where Link is backed into a corner and surrounded by flames, not even his blade at his disposal. None of them got to the end.

Wind Waker had just come out, a great departure from Ocarina of Time, and I felt like many "veteran" fans were yearning for the good ol' days when we rode Epona across the rolling hills of Hyrule Fields and listened to Navi whine about where to go next, fiddling with the ocarina for hours just because we could. (Looking back now, I just think the game itself made me nostalgic; it's fantastic.) I decided that I couldn't be the only person to want to read the story of Ocarina of Time, not with all the half-hearted novelizations floating around already. Since none of them were completed, I was inspired to create my own. I promised myself that no matter what, I would finish it. And eventually, I did.

The original version of this first chapter is proof of that I took the journey with Link to defeat Ganon in a way that most people started but didn't quite finish. That's a little cheesy, but it's true! With every word I wrote, every sentence, I became a better writer. And I realized loved writing; I loved writing the exciting parts, I loved writing the sad parts, I loved writing the ending. But when it was over, I looked back to the first chapter and realized what a great thing it was to write adventures, and I knew I couldn't say goodbye to Hyrule yet, or my newfound passion for the written word. So I kept writing, and I've been writing ever since. Even with Twilight Princess out and beaten on both consoles, I still feel like the greatest adventure I ever had was the one I had in Ocarina of Time.

I'm leaving this first, original chapter up to keep the memories: the first sentences I ever wrote, back in 2003, and a few of the very first reviews I ever got. The text you see below here is the first chapter as it was written in 2003. I had no concept of editing back then; I could barely be bothered to correct typos. This is exactly how I wrote it; it's never been changed. I'm not putting it up here to be read; it's just something I've left up for myself.

The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time

Chapter One: The Beginning of the End

A young girl of about ten years old sat brushing her hair on the balcony outside her room. She sighed. Today had been boring, mostly. Her father had brought in some diplomats from other lands, he said, and had done several other important things, but this meant little to her. Her long blond hair fell down around her waist as she got up and went inside, leaving the door open. The sunlight and the calm breeze made her want to take a nap, and she put down the brush and headed for the bed when she something made her stop. She shuddered despite the warm sun. Whatever was down there wasn't a good thing.

Slowly, she turned around, and was about to go back out on the balcony to investigate the voices she heard below at the front gate, but she was stopped when she heard her name from outside her door. Someone knocked.

"Zelda! Zelda, are you in there? Your father wants you to meet his new advisor, and I have to give you the lecture before you can go down and terrorize him, okay?" It was Impa, Zelda's nursemaid and trusted friend. Forgetting about the voices, she grinned and opened the door. "Oh, come on, I've heard it before, can't I just say it to save you the trouble?"

"Afraid not. I have my orders, Your Highness."

Zelda winced at being called by a royal title. "But if I say it, it'll only take a minute or two, instead of a couple of hours. Daddy wanted me down there sometime this year, right?"

Impa laughed. "All right, then, let's hear it."

Zelda scrunched up her face into the most serious look she could muster. "Zelda," she mimicked, "I want you to go downstairs to meet some weird important person that somehow means a lot to this kingdom of Hyrule, and I want you to be good and act like the wonderful little princess I just know you can be. This means a lot to me, so I want you to be on your best behavior, and after they leave I'll bribe you with something, I promise. Okay?" She dropped her look and replied to herself, "Okay, I'll be good, I promise."

Impa laughed again and picked up Zelda's crown and her traditional cloth she wore around her head. Zelda sighed, because as much as she hated wearing these things, she had yet to gain any ground on that argument. With Impa's help, she put them on, and headed down the stairs.

"So," she said to Impa, "Who is this guy, anyway?" Impa sighed and told her, "Your father's new advisor, and, if you want to know the truth, he's the Gerudo King. We're trying to make peace with them, so they'll stop robbing our towns so much. But I don't trust him. Maybe it's because he's a Gerudo, but to me, he just doesn't act right." She looked at Zelda. "I'll let you judge for yourself, but knowing you, you won't so much as look at him before you start thinking up ways to make him miserable, day and night." Zelda was astonished. "He's going to live here?" Apologetically, Impa told her, "Yes, I'm afraid so."

"Just great," Zelda muttered before stepping into the light of the meeting hall. She put on a fake smile, and said to her father, "Hi, Daddy!" She waved to him. Her father was waved back, and called her over. Impa, having done her job, left. She hated these meetings just as much as Zelda did. She preferred to wait in the courtyard, until she was supposed to come and get Zelda.

"So where is he?"

"In the other room over there, talking to someone. He'll be right out."


Her father looked at her and sighed. "Now, Zelda, I want you to be-"

"Behave, I know, I know."

As the door on the other end of the room started to open, Zelda felt the same sensation she had in her room only half an hour before. She shuddered and faked a pretty good sneeze. Her father fell for it immediately. "Is something wrong, honey? Do you feel okay?" Zelda was facing away from him, so she didn't see the person coming out of the room. "I feel a little sick, Daddy. Maybe I'm coming down with something." She wasn't lying by much, she truly felt nauseous and cold. He studied her. "You look a little pale. Why don't you take a nap, and meet him when you feel better?" Zelda managed a small smile. "Okay. Thanks." She hugged him and went straight out the door, before whoever this person was could get any closer.

She found Impa in the courtyard, like she usually was when Zelda decided to play sick. Impa smiled and shook her head. "You got out of it that fast?" Then she saw that Zelda really did look pale. "Hey, you really are sick, aren't you?" Zelda shook her head, then nodded. The truth was she didn't know if she was sick or not. Maybe she was losing her mind.

Zelda broke down, and told Impa everything. About her weird feelings when the man was at the front gate, she now knew it must have been him, and how sick she had felt upon nearly encountering him. She had always had dreams and visions, had always seen what most people couldn't. Dreams about lost items, or what the weather would be like, being able to tell if a person was lying to her or not, all sorts of things. But never anything as sure and strong as this. And never anything this evil.

Impa listened intently, and when Zelda finished, she sat back against the hard wooden bench and told her, "I knew he was bad news." Zelda just nodded. She looked pretty shaken up. "I'm going to have to meet him eventually, aren't I? I don't know if I can do that." She looked at Impa. "Please, don't tell Daddy. You know he won't believe me." Impa replied, "I know, but this guy is obviously up to no good. If he's trying to hurt you or your father, I have to."

And Impa and Zelda did talk to him. As she had predicted, it only made him angry. He and Zelda argued, they argued for a long time. Finally she went up to bed, feeling sad and defeated. In the next few weeks, Zelda began having dreams. This caused her to talk to her father again, and again they argued. One of her dreams was of clouds, lots of clouds, hovering over Hyrule. They were destroying it, ripping it apart, and she cried out in her sleep. But then a light shot through the clouds, pierced their darkness, and chased them out of sight. Just as Impa was shaking her awake, she made out a boy, about her age, with a fairy, and wearing green clothes. He was carrying a green, shining stone.

Impa was getting more concerned over the situation. It seemed no matter what they tried to tell the King, he wouldn't listen. In the following months, Zelda had more and more nightmares, and wouldn't go near the man, but made a habit of watching him through the courtyard window. Always watching and worrying. She acted differently around her father, but he took no notice. The guards now had to use Lord when addressing him, and he gained more and more power.

His name was Gannondorf, King of the Gerudo, and eventually some of the other Gerudo started visiting the castle. Most of them stole things, or tried to, and weren't very friendly, but a few seemed genuinely happy at the prospect of peace, and were nice to Zelda. She felt bad for them, because they didn't realize their king wanted anything but peace.

Zelda, only being ten, did not know how much longer she could keep this up. She had recurring dreams about the boy, and dreams about her father and the rest of her world being utterly destroyed. She had still not come face to face with Gannondorf, until she ran into him one day in the kitchen by accident. This caused her to nearly throw up, and she rushed off before he could say a word.

That night she had a new dream. She was She and Impa were riding on a white horse from their stables, away from a flaming castle, passing a boy, was it the one from her other dream? She had only her locket and the Ocarina of Time with her. She didn't have time to wonder what she was doing with that precious treasure before she saw herself throw it into the moat. Then Zelda watched herself ride out of sight. Another horse appeared.

Deadly black, and wearing armor, the horse reared up, and when he came back down, she could see the rider was Gannondorf. He asked the boy in a deadly whisper, barely audible above the raging storm..

"Where is she, boy? Which way did they go?"

The boy remained silent, but withdrew his sword, which was more like a big dagger, and held up his tiny wooden shield.

Gannondorf laughed, an evil, horrible laugh. His nostrils flared. "So, you think you can defeat me, with those puny toys?"

The boy held his ground.

"You know you can't protect her. No one can."

Still he didn't move or speak.

"Fine! You've got guts, you know, but you don't stand a chance against me."

He held out a gloved hand, which began to glow with an evil, purplish light.

The boy turned around and tried to run away, but the spell caught him in the midriff, and he landed flat on his back on the muddy ground. Gannondorf laughed again, and rode off without another word in the direction she had seen herself and Impa go. A white ball of light hovered around the boy's head, trying to help him, but before Zelda could see anymore, she was being shaken awake by Impa again. She told her about the dream, and finally she could take no more. She cried into Impa's shoulder until dawn.

Little did Zelda know it, but far across the land, in a small, uncharted forest, another boy, dressed in green clothes, was having the same nightmare as she.