Warning: I want to apologize to any people with me on their author alert list who keep getting emails about this fic, even though they can't stand Zelda. This Fic is subject to become angsty without warning. Read at your own risk (you're laughing, but I'm not joking)

This is a first attempt at a somewhat serious fic.(whimper) I don't deal well with constructive criticism, or any criticism for that matter. So please please please pretty please do not flame me! I will cry. And I know you don't want that. If you really want to insult me for some reason, go read Gary Bother, and review that! (Cowers under desk).

Oh, kids, don't ever, ever get really bored and decide to go watch your cousins and brother play Zelda until they drop, because it's one thing to play Zelda, and it's another thing entirely to watch someone else play. You start to get really into the characters, to wonder what they're like, what they're thinking, their life stories, and so forth, and eventually all you can do is write a fanfic like the one that you are about to read (not that I'm encouraging you to read this). That is what happened to me. (I can't play 64 to save a kitten's life. I was so happy when we got the GameCube version of OoT, it made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside... I could finally talk to all the characters again, and again, and again...)

If you're still reading, then I recommend you stop, because the angst starts just after this line:


Of course, I don't remember much of my early childhood. I remember crisp mountain air, the stiffling heat of lava, and the gentle, and kind voices of my family. I remember the warmth of my lava-heated ciy.

The first family I knew was with the Goron people, of Death Mountain. You know who they are, right? Well, I guess you do. After all, you're just a figment of my imagination. My friends tell me that my life would make a great legend. So I'm making you up so I can get it just right. If that makes any sense. I'm going to try to tell this story as if I know nothing more than I did at the time I'm talking about. But that may be harder than it sounds, so bear with me.

Sorry, I guess I got side tracked. Umm. The Gorons. They found me somewhere near the mountain's summit when I was a baby. It's assumed that I am a Hylian. Whatever that was. Of course, I felt out of place, being the only Goron on the mountain that was skinny and weak and quick moving and had hair and ate this gross vegetable and meat stuff. But I was only little, so I never felt to bad about it. Children just don't understand inequality.

My family helped. I was sort of a pet, and they all loved me. I think. They gave me a little bomb-picking knife. (A stone knife designed cut bomb flowers so that they don't explode immediatly) I liked to try to help out with bomb harvests and such. I never did too well.

I must have worried and exasperated them terribly. Showing a child's typical disregard for her benefactors' feelings, I spent most of my time trying to do everything that I wasn't allowed to. I would climb anywhere I could get to. I was always on the summit, or out on the Fire Ruby's ledge, or sneaking into the Fire Temple and wandering until someone would find me. (I wore nothing but heat proof dresses. Do you blame me?)

When I was five, I earned a bomb bag. I was hiding in Dodongo's Cavern, when I was attacked by a baby dodongo. Somehow I threw my knife in the spot almost directly between its eyes, which is where the nerve is that causes them to explode. If you hit it, and it is supposed to be impossible to hit, the body won't explode after death, which is how Gorons get stomachs to make bomb bags. It may have been dumb luck, or it may be that I was a very skilled five-year-old. I'll let you decide.

When I turned seven, the Gorons decided that it would be best for me to leave. I was sent to the forest. To live with others like me. I'm not sure why they sent me away. I may have been too much for them to handle, or it may have been because of the difficulty of feeding me, or because they wanted me to be with creatures like myself. I don't even know how the arrangements were made. I just know I was asked to go. I was told that I could come back whenever. I was seven, and I didn't care. I didn't understand.

I took some bombs and my knife. That was it. (Unless you count clothes). I said goodbye to everyone. And I walked towards the strange music coming from the portal to the forest.

Imagine that you grew up on a mountain. Lava and rubble spew out at random intervals, at night, outside can go down almost to freezing. From the top, you can see all of the land beyond your home, but only as a vague green shadow. The only world you know is rock and fire. You do not know of any other kind of terrain but the slopes and cliffs of the mountain. Plants are almost nonexistent.

Now imagine that you suddenly, and without warning, find yourself in a forest. Now you can almost imagine what it was like for me to step into my new world.

I was scared to find myself completely surrounded by green, with things that looked like bomb flowers all around me. I was so shocked that it took me some time just to realize that there was another person in this green enclosure. She blended in with her surroundings, with a green jumper over a green turtle-neck sweater and green hair. I didn't know then that green hair was unusual. I did know that this girl was the only other person I had ever seen who looked anything like me. I stared at her. She was perched on a bolder (one of the few things I did recognize), whistling a song unlike any I had ever heard. The song I had heard as I walked through the portal. Goron songs are more like chants. This was light, and full of life. I loved it, and its sound was the only thing that stopped me from running back to the safety of the mountain.

Now, I am a very shy person when it comes to talking to people, and this girl was the first

human I had ever met. a/n: Ok, so she isn't really human. Who cares? It was good that she noticed me and jumped down to greet me, or I would have sat there forever.

"Hi, I'm Saria" the person said, very quickly, like she had so much to say that she couldn't get it all out on time. "The Great Deku Tree told me that a new girl would be coming from the forest. He wanted me to make sure that you didn't get lost. I like the red clothes, but I think that the other Kokiri might think they're weird. We'll get you some nice green ones. You can sleep at my house, but you might want to stay with the others. I'm sure that they'll be very happy to get to know you. What's you name?"

It was the first time that the girl, (Saria?), had paused, and it took me by surprise. I had to think a minute before answering.

"I'm... um....uh...Aglaya," I stammered apoplectically.

"Ahglahyay is a pretty name,"Saria said, completely mangling the pronunciation,"Does it mean anything? Mine means Wise in Kokiri."

I laughed. Maybe I could manage being a human. "It means Flame's Light." I also tried to explain about the Gorons to Saria, but it was like explaining Rupees to fish. She had never left the forest, just as I had never left the mountain. I also showed her my knife, but I didn't mention the bombs. As far as I knew, they were available only on Death Mountain, and I didn't want to use the precious few I had. And who knew what a hyper kid like Saria would do with something that blew stuff up?

Saria thought that my fascination at the little things she saw everyday was astounding. "Trees" and "ponds" and "deku sprouts" were everyday matters for her. I asked her about the little ball of light following her around, and she laughed, then frowned, then started whispering to her private light source. Then she turned to me.

"Aglahah (she fumbled my name again), this is my fairy. Every Kokiri..."her voice faltered for a moment, "has one. Oh, look, one is following you around already!" I turned around to notice a little pink fuzz ball coming up behind me. I thought that it would be great to have a fairy. I had heard about them, of course, in stories, but I never thought that I would have my own guardian fairy! I was ecstatic. Saria didn't seem very delighted, though.

"What's wrong?" I asked, concerned for my new friend.

"Oh, nothing. Its just that, well, I, I have this friend, who doesn't have a fairy, and he gets teased a lot. But he's a really nice person, and you look a lot like him, and I though that maybe, if you didn't have a fairy, then maybe he wouldn't be so lonely."

(I found out later that most fairies talk to their Kokiri and help them and such. Mine never spoke a word to me. It just followed me around and hid in my hat. Maybe it wasn't a fairy?)

Given Saria's comments about her friend, plus the green dress she had given me to blend in, I felt a bit nervous about meeting my new companions. After all, she had said that they don't like people who are different. However, the Kokiri were somewhat civil to me. They did tease me about my mute fairy and unusual name (one called me Egg-Layer and I never forgave him), but they were all very friendly. They gave me a different, "pronounceable" name, Aine, which means something like Firefly of the Forest, which I think is sort of an honor. Possibly.

Saria introduced me to her fairy less friend, Link, who was practically my twin, even though he is a year younger than me.

I was a, well, I'll be nice and say an Unusual looking child. I always have, and probably always will look about a year younger than I am. My eyes are a bright blue, and when I was young, they took up about half my tear-drop-shaped face. My eyebrows blended with my skin, so I had perfectly shaped, lime green arches over my pointy-on-one-end-boxy-on-the other-eyes. My chin came to a point, and I think that I could have hurt someone by jabbing them with my nose. My ears were about as long as my head was tall, which is long even by Hylian standards.

Link did resemble me. We were both golden blond, with pointy ears, and both taller and thicker than our Kokiri buddies. Kokiri are a bit wispier than humans, but I didn't realize this till later.

It didn't take me to long to fit in with my new companions. One kid taught me how to do backflips and stuff. I gathered up sticks and nuts and seeds, and made friends with the skull kids. I even found another knife with a wooden handle and a little red forest mark. (You know the mark, its a little swirl. It looked nice against my stone handled knife with the Goron tulip.) I learned everything there was to know about the forest, and soon it was as much my home as the mountain. (I should tell you that I tried to go back to the Gorons the day after I arrived. A rock fall had blocked the entrance.)

I still missed my old home, though. Link was the only one in the forest who liked to hear about the Gorons. The rest didn't believe me. They thought that I had come from the forest, just like the rest of them. Even Saria thought that I was lying. But Link loved my old Goron fables, my stories about legendary heros. He may not have believed me, but he at least listened, and it made me less homesick. And we would play Dodongo buster. I was usually the dodongo.

I went for three years without ever seeing the Deku Tree. But when I was about 10, I was summoned. My fairy kind of tugged me over to the meadow, then disappeared. I never saw it again. (Odd little thing, huh?)

The Great Deku Tree told me (and I'm paraphrasing, because he uses lots of thous, hasts, and yeas) that I had to leave the forest. I was not a Kokiri. "Well, What AM I then?" I wanted to know. He didn't tell me. My mere presence would destroy my friends when I grew up. I didn't understand why, and he made no effort to explain.

I was angry, as you can imagine. I loved the forest as much as I loved the mountains. I wanted to stay with my friends, seeing who could dive the deepest, or who could stun Mido the most with deku nuts. (That was Saria's favorite game. I thought it was kind of mean. Mido was always so nice to her.) This was the second home I was being kicked out of before I was 11!

I raved, I ranted, and I screamed. Why are you doing this to me? I'm only 10! I can't survive on my own! Didn't the Gorons send me here so I would be safe? I had to say goodbye to my friends! Otherwise it would be like I abandoned them. I'm not going to murder my friends! Anyway, what if I stay? What is the not-so-Great Deku Tree going to do about it? Huh? Is it going to leaf me to death?

That last question was a bad idea. There was a huge gust of wind and dead leaves, and I was being blown out of the mighty tree's meadow.

I wasn't supposed to tell anyone that I was leaving. Most of my friends wouldn't believe me, or they would try to stop me. I tried to tell Link, too. But I couldn't even get to him to shout, the wind would blow so hard when I tried.

So I packed my stuff into my hat. Kokiri-style hats have a special feature. They're magical, and they can hold everything. That's why they wear them. Not just because they look funky. I was tucking my knives into my belt, when I thought of a way to tell Link good-bye. He was in the woods somewhere, so I went over to his house and carved a rather ugly picture of him fighting a Dodongo. Not much. But I couldn't think of anything else. I was ready to leave.

So I set out over the bridge that led to the "field", determined to make my way up to Death Mountain and back to my family. I could do it. How hard could it be? It was mid-afternoon. I knew I wouldn't be able to climb up to Goron City before dark, but I could make it to the village that I knew to be at the foot of the mountain, and someone there would find me a place to stay. I remembered seeing Hyrule "Field" from the mountain top. It never looked very big. I could walk that far easily.

With this plan firmly in mind, I walked over the bridge and into the outer world.


See you at chapter 2. If you still want to read it. Which you probably don't.