Hi, I'm Ichigo and this is my crazy alter-ego, Kaori!

Kaori: Huh...wha...

Well, erm, yes. We fell off the face of the earth. And, erm, yes, we are starting a new fic instead of adding to any of our previous ones. Don't shoot us.

Kaori: Maybe they won't, but I will.

We don't own the Legend of Zelda!

Kaori: Until just a minute ago, I was enjoying a very nice nap, Ichigo...


History doesn't care what is true and what isn't. It only is concerned about the way things ought to be, especially when it is well on its way to becoming legend. And that is why she was ommitted from the story.

The hero must love the princess. That's one of the requirements for the 'legend' status, isn't it? Of course it is. So let's just say that she was... an inconvenience. A hindrance. A blemish, a slight smudge on the picturesque tableau of Victory.

And so she remained almost entirely unmentioned in the official account of the story.

But this didn't bother her any more than it bothered the Hero or the Princess. They don't care whether or not anybody else believes them. The three of them know the truth, and that's all that matters. The three of them know exactly how important she was in the story of the Hero of Time.


Malon strode briskly across the field, hurrying to reach Castle Town before the bridge went up at nightfall. She walked as quickly as she could without spilling any of the milk. It was an art she had nearly mastered in her ten years of life, but today she was in a particular hurry.

All in all, it had been a hectic day. They had a long night the day before delivering a calf, and then they both slept in far too late because, as it happened, their last rooster had died in the night and could not wake them. To boot, it was Ingo's day off, so she and her father had to milk the cows alone. Then, to top it all off, Talon had twisted his ankle in the field and Malon had to carry the milk across the field by herself. She sighed. What a day. What a day.

But as she reached the castle her heart sank. She was too late. The bridge was already up.

Great. Now she would have to turn back. There wouldn't be enough time for her to get to the ranch before the sun set and the Stalchildren -

But why was the bridge up already? The sun was on its way down, but there had to be another half hour before it was dark. She trotted forward in curiosity.

Suddenly, it seemed she had stepped into another world. The sky was blotted out with dark clouds and riddled with purple lightning bolts. She could just barely see a small figure standing at the edge of the moat. She strained her eyes to see.

It's my fairy boy, she said to herself. She was sure of it. Even from this distance she could make out his funny green clothes. A slightly more adult fragment of her mind touched on the question of why exactly he was her fairy boy, but it was gone before she could really think about it. He was hers because she was ten years old and she had decided he was hers and that was that.

And then the drawbridge dropped. It didn't lower, it dropped, and landed with a deafening crash that shook the ground and nearly knocked little Malon off her feet. A white horse came galloping instantly across the bridge carrying two riders. One of them was a well-built woman of impressive stature; the other was a smallish girl around Malon's age. As the horse grew closer, she could make out the royal crest on the horse's raiments.

This must be the princess, Malon thought with a delighted thrill. I'm going to see the princess!

The princess turned and hurled something back towards the castle. It landed in the moat. Malon was impressed. The princess had a good arm. Her eyes followed the white horse as it galloped across the field.

When she looked back towards the castle, she saw a Gerudo man on a black horse talking to Link, if that was his name. Then he drew his sword. The Gerudo man laughed. Malon thought that fairy boy was rather silly. Thinking that he would be able to hurt a grown man on a pure-bred Hylian stallion.

But then the Gerudo man pulled back his arm and cast a ball of light at Link. Actually, it was more like a ball of dark. A ball of dark that struck Link in the chest and crackled through him like lightning.

Malon shrieked. "Fairy boy!" She ran to him as quickly as she could with her two jugs of milk. The black horse galloped away. He was really a beautiful horse, Malon thought.

"Fairy boy!" she said again when she reached him. He was out cold. She gasped when she saw a tiny drop of blood trickle out of his mouth.

"He'll come around," said a tiny, sweet voice. Malon jerked her head around. "Over here," said the voice. Malon realized that it must be the fairy. "Don't worry about the blood," she said. "He bit his tongue when the drawbridge came down."

Malon smiled.

"Sometimes I just can't help laughing at him," the fairy said. "My name is Navi. You're Malon, aren't you? From the ranch?"

Malon nodded. She looked down at Link and sighed. The trickle of blood was running down his cheek. She dabbed it away with her handkerchief.

Navi looked nervously at the sky. "The sun is setting," she said. "If we don't get into Castle Town soon, we'll be stuck out here all night. Wake up, Link!"

Malon thought for a bit. "I think I could carry him," she said.

"Are you sure?" Navi said.

"I think so."

"But what about your milk?"

"He's more important," she said. She tipped over the two jugs and let them empty into the dry grass.

"Hurry, hurry," Navi said, flitting anxiously back and forth.

"Here we go," Malon said. With some difficulty, she managed to get him up off of the ground and onto her back. He was heavy, but Malon was no dainty little teacup. She was a strong, sturdy farm girl, and she managed to get him across the moat just before the sun set.


Link woke in a daze. His vision was hazy and his head was throbbing. He could vaguely see the little ball of fairy light that was Navi hovering over him.

"He's awake!" Navi exclaimed. "How do you feel, Link?"

"My head hurts," he said. "Where am I?"

"We're at my uncle's house," a girl's voice said. "He owns the Bazaar."

Link tried to sit up, but whimpered as a sharp pain shot through his chest.

"He's hurt," said a gruff man's voice.

"Poor baby," the girl said. He felt a small hand on his forehead.

"I'm not a baby," Link protested.

"I think he needs a fairy, Uncle," the girl said. "Could you go get one?"

"At this hour?"

"Please?"

"It's raining."

"Pretty please?"

"Hmph."

"But he's hurt! He might even be dying!"

"What?" Link said, turning his head. "Ow!"

"All right, I'll go," the man said.

"Don't move," the girl said. She climbed onto the bed and sat next to him. He still couldn't see her. Her voice was familiar, but he couldn't quite place it.

"You're lucky to be alive," Navi said. "Malon found us and carried you here."

Malon? He remembered Malon. She was the nice red-headed girl from Lon Lon ranch. He liked her, but being carried by a girl? He just hoped nobody had seen them.

"What happened to Ganondorf?" Link asked, wincing at another sharp pain.

"Is that his name?" Malon said. "He ran away."

Link lay there for a long time, each breath more painful than the last. Was this what it felt like to be dying?

The man came back.

"All right, here's your fairy," he grumbled.

"Oh, thank you, Uncle!" Malon said, jumping up and down. Link's lungs were on fire. He clenched his teeth.

Link heard the sound of the bottle being uncorked. Then came the silvery, shimmering sound of fairy wings. A warm tingling spread through him and the pain throughout his whole body vanished. Link sat up and looked around. The room was small, with two simple beds and a table. A pair of roughly cut chairs sat around it. Leaning in the doorway was the massive bearded man who owned the bazaar.

"And you said he's your uncle?" Link said, without meaning to.

"He's my dad's brother," Malon said.

The bazaar owner grunted. "Can't you see the resemblance?"

"Not really," Link said, apologetically.

Malon's uncle grunted again. "I'm going to bed," he said. "Be good, kids."

Malon was still sitting at the end of the bed. She scooted closer, (a little too close), and put a hand on his forehead. Link scampered backwards in terror.

"What are you afraid of?" Malon said. "It's not like I'm going to kiss you or anything." She made a face. Link relaxed slightly, but he still blushed when she put her hand on his forehead.

"Good," she said finally, removing her hand. "You don't have a fever anymore."

"I have to go," Link said, climbing off of the bed.

"Where?" Malon said, scrambling after him.

"Back to the moat," he said, picking up his sword and shield.

"Link, it's three in the morning. The bridge is up."

"I can climb over it."

"It's raining."

Link thought for a moment.

"Oh, all right," he said. He stretched his arms. His muscles were sore. That always seemed to happen after a fairy healed him. And he was fiercely tired, in spite of having been unconscious for several hours. "Hey, Malon?" he said, looking up. But Malon had already fallen asleep. Just fallen back onto the bed and gone to sleep. Link put down his sword and shield and staggered to the second bed. He was asleep before he hit the mattress.


That's it for now. I know it was short, but it's kind of finals week and I'm having a little trouble getting through the innocent little kids phase of this story. But fortunately that will end by the middle of the next chapter. And then it will get a lot easier, won't it, Kaori?

Kaori: Write it yourself. I'm going back to sleep.

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