This is a complete, full-length novelization of The Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker. It sticks quite closely to the plot of the original game, though a few things have been changed or cut here and there so that the story works better in novelized form. So, it should be a good read both for people who've played the game, as well as people who haven't!

I've been working on this project for a number of years. The first few chapters are a bit rough, but I think the story improves quite a lot as it goes on. Give it a shot if you're interested ;)


Chapter 1- Outset

A young girl peeked out from around the door of her small cottage, her face framed by two blonde pigtails. She blinked in the glaring sunlight and stepped from behind the door and onto the porch, gently shutting it behind her.

The girl was about eight years old. She wore a light blue sundress that matched her eyes, and she clutched a telescope to her side as most girls would hold a doll.

The girl put a hand to her forehead and peered around. It was spring on Outset Island, so the sun shone bright and clear, and the sky was pale blue, decorated by a few wisps of white cloud. Sparkling waves lapped at the tiny beach, as the occasional solitary crab scuttled along, burrowing deep at the slightest hint of danger. Flowers and saplings poked out from the jewel-bright grass.

The girl looked around one last time, then called out,

"Link!"

No answer. She sighed, hands on hips, and shook her hair from her eyes.

She clicked open her telescope. It was red, and decorated with pictures of seagulls. She held it to her eye and peered through it intently, scanning the scenery.

Outset Island really consisted of two islands, one large and one small. These islands were separated by a thin channel of water, which was connected by a low plank bridge. The girl failed to see Link on the big island where her house was.

High above the island stretched vast cliffs, home to the mysterious Fairy Forest. The girl didn't bother to scan the high cliff tops. Recently, a large number of monsters had been spotted on the cliff tops, particularly near the Fairy Forest. The islanders avoided that area.

The girl pointed her telescope towards the smaller island. The small island only had one house on it, as well as a watchtower at the end of a narrow dock. The girl flipped a dial on her telescope. It zoomed in on the watchtower, where she could just make out the sleeping outline of a tiny person. She grinned, clicked the telescope closed, and trotted over to the small island.

Once there, she dashed down the dock and, hand over hand, and scampered up the tall ladder to the top of the watchtower. Sure enough, there was Link, fast asleep, one hand clutching a leather-bound book.

"Link?" she whispered. He stirred.

Link, at twelve, was handsome. It was easy to see the resemblance between him and his sister. They both had the same pale skin and blonde hair—though his was shorter and stuck up in odd places—and the same pointed ears and dark, round eyes, though his were green and hers were blue. But there was also seriousness about him that his sister did not share, a certain quality that was difficult to place.

Go away, Aryll, he thought. I'm sleeping. He'd been dreaming about the Hero of Time, a character in his favorite legend.

"Wake up, Link!" Aryll shouted again. Link groaned. Guess I'd better get up. he thought. Or she'll never leave me alone.

Link stood up, yawned, and stretched.

"All right," he said between yawns. "I'm up."

His sister immediately started chattering.

"Why are you here, Link? Why? Why? I like it up here. I call it 'Aryll's Lookout'. Do you know what day it is?"

I don't get it, he thought through her chatter. She does this every day, but I never get used to it.

"La-iink!" Aryll groaned. "Aren't you listening?"

"What? Oh, uh-huh."

Aryll glared at him.

"Okay, then what day is it today?"

Link thought. He couldn't remember.

"Uh—" he began.

"You must be really tired," Aryll interrupted. "Today is your birthday!"

Link felt foolish. How could he have forgotten his own birthday? He cleared his throat nervously.

"I knew that," he said. "How could I forget my own birthday?"

Aryll looked skeptical. Link changed the subject.

"Well, anyway," he said. "Did you come to tell me it's my birthday, or was there another reason you woke me up?"

"Yes, actually," Aryll said, hands on her hips. "Grandma wants you at the house. I bet she's got a present for you or something. It should be good, I mean, you are coming of age."

Link smiled. He was, wasn't he? He couldn't wait to see what kind of present would be in store this birthday.

Link bent to pick up his book. He'd been reading it last night, before he'd fallen asleep. It told the story of the Hero of Time and the ancient kingdom he'd saved. It had been written and illustrated by his great grandfather, or… maybe another relative, he couldn't recall, but it was his favorite book. He slipped it into his pocket.

"See you, Aryll!" Link said as he headed for the ladder.

She waved him off as he began the long trek down the watchtower ladder. He had a lot to think about. He was twelve now; the same age as the legendary Hero of Time. In ancient days, he would have been able to leave home, maybe receive a sword so he could fight evil.

But not now-a-days, he thought. Grandma would never ever let me have a sword. She barely even lets me sail. I wish it were ancient times. If it were ancient times, he could fight evil, just like the hero. He could explore the Fairy Forest, or go sailing far out to sea, all by himself, and have adventures…

But he was daydreaming again. He couldn't have a sword, and Grandma would never let him go sailing far out to sea. She was too afraid.

Grandma was afraid because of Link and Aryll's parents. They had died in a shipwreck when he was four and Aryll was only a baby. Link could barely remember them, but their deaths hung over him like a shadow, returning to haunt him every time Grandma forbade him from doing something she considered dangerous.

When he was about halfway down the ladder, Link let himself drop. The wind whistled around his ears and his bad feelings blew away on the breeze. As the wooden dock rushed up, Link prepared and landed on his feet, knees bent to absorb shock. His grandma always warned him about this activity, saying that he would break his legs someday, but he paid no attention to her warnings. He was an expert at landing safely.

Once Link was safely on the ground, he struck out in the direction of his house. He was so anxious to get there that he ran and didn't stop until he'd bumped his knee on the front step.

"Ow," Link muttered. But even the pain couldn't distract him from thoughts of the presents that possibly awaited him.

Their cottage was small, with only two rooms. It was made of simple, unpainted wood, but it was home. In Link's opinion, the cottage's best feature was its wraparound porch that looked out over the ocean. Link enjoyed standing on it and gazing out at the vast expanse of the Great Sea.

The sea had always interested Link, probably because of his grandma's over protectiveness. It was a window to a world he had never seen. Once and awhile, sailors would visit Outset, bringing amazing stories of fairy queens, fish men and sea monsters. It was only through these stories that Link knew what went on beyond his island home.

Link approached the door and opened it quietly.

"Grandma?" he called as he entered the house.

Inside, the cottage was pleasant and bright. Link sighed and inhaled the sweet aroma of his grandma's soup.

"I'm up in the loft, dear!" a voice called. Link ran over to the small ladder that led to the loft and scampered up.

Grandma's loft was, as she described it, her "refuge from the daunting task of motherhood." It contained a couch and a box for her sewing. Framed pictographs and an old shield hung on the wall.

This shield was the most important item in the house. It was old—no ancient. It had belonged to one of Link's ancestors. It was made of thick wood, and it was emblazoned with a faded design of an eagle holding up three golden triangles.

The shield had never interested Link much. He was not allowed to touch it, and, after all, it had always been there, hanging on the wall, one of those everyday objects that soon becomes invisible. He only thought about the shield every once and awhile, when he was bored. Then he might wonder about the ancestor who had owned the shield—what sort of battles he'd been in and the sort of life he'd had. But that was as far as Link's thinking ever went.

Link pulled himself up onto the loft.

"Hoy, Grandma," he said.

Grandma was standing under the ancient shield. Her hands were hidden behind her back, and Link knew why. He could barely contain his excitement.

"Do you have my pres—I mean, something you wanted to tell me?" he said without thinking. He turned bright red.

Grandma chuckled.

"Settle down, Link. Wait a moment."

She reached behind her and produced a parcel. It was wrapped in brown paper and tied at the top with twine. Link took it eagerly and felt the package.

It wasn't a sword—that was for sure. It was soft, and it was the wrong shape and size. But it was a present. Link tore off the wrapping.

When he finished unwrapped the present, his face fell in disappointment.

Clothes. His present was a suit of clothing.

Of course, he thought, I forgot about the coming of age clothes.

He glumly examined the outfit. A bright green tunic, white trousers, a green undershirt, a belt, and, worst of all, a floppy green hat. They were just his size, and looked far too warm for the late spring day.

It wasn't a sword. It wasn't even anything exciting.

"Oh…um…" he said, forcing a smile "Thanks, Grandma." He didn't want to hurt Grandma's feelings. She had probably spent weeks working on the clothes.

"It's all right, Link," Grandma assured him, noticing his expression. "You don't have to like them."

"But…but I do like them," Link insisted. "They're really…uh, well made."

Grandma, who was quite short, reached up to pat him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, Link, I know your heart's in the right place."

"Sorry," he said sincerely.

She waved the apology away.

"It's nothing. Now, why don't you try them on?"

Link groaned.

"Now?"

"Yes, now," Grandma said sternly. "It's tradition."

"But it's too hot, and I'll look silly."

"Nonsense, you'll look wonderful. Put them on."

Link decided that there was no sense in arguing and began to undress. Grandma turned around to give him privacy.

"I'm very proud of you, Link," she said. "In ancient days, this was the time boys were considered to be men. And the tradition of wearing green clothes has been carried out at least since the time of the hero. You should be proud to be part of such an important tradition."

Link rolled his eyes as he adjusted the undershirt. Not another lecture. His grandma continued.

"It's very important to carry on traditions. For example," she gestured to the shield, "we hang the family shield on the wall to remind us of those ancient times. If we didn't, we might forget all of our history, and we already remember so little…"

"I'm done," Link said quickly, pulling the hat over his hair.

"My, you look handsome!" Grandma exclaimed. "The very image of the Hero of Time!"

Link muttered something and stared at the floor.

"Oh, cheer up Link," Grandma said, patting his arm. "You only have to wear the clothes for one day, and I know something that should make you feel better."

"What?" he asked.

"Go get Aryll," she said, smiling, "and we'll prepare for your party."

Link brightened.

"Really?"

"Of course. And you are excused from your chores for the day."

Cheered, Link thanked his grandma, and headed down the ladder. The day was good again. He would have jumped down the ladder, but he didn't think Grandma would appreciate it, so he just climbed.