Chapter 1: Hero Rising.

Link dredged up the snowy hillside, wondering whether or not if the snowstorm would ever let up. His sword felt heavy on his back, and he was horribly cold in his small traveling cloak. Link was wondering to himself... He questioned why the blasted Ocarina in his pocket didn't have something to turn the weather off. He began to think he should stop when several things happened at once.

Link was hit over the head with something very blunt. And very heavy. Before he could react and draw his sword, he was knocked over. He heard very incoherent noises similar to speech, but it was hard to determine if it was human; the ringing in his ears and the merciless wind were beating against his ears. He was being examined; he knew it. But he had to stay calm. If he moved now, they may just attack. His breathing was heavy, but it wouldn't be noticed by the attackers; from his journey he had discovered anything not two inches from you could not be defined clearly with the naked eye. His travelling cloak had been knocked off, so he was struggling with all his might to stay still in the biting cold. He was very close to shivering violently. Before he decided to get up, and attack whatever was near him, he heard the voices a bit more clearly.
"What did we hit?", he heard as he tried to discern the direction in which it was coming from. The wind was preventing him from that task, however, and Link decided that the Goddesses were making a fool of him.

Subchapter 1.1: Link's Dratted Destiny

Link had come far to this land. He was exhausted. In his childhood days, he had come to be known as a hero. A hero worthy of praise, as he had saved an entire world. Link was sure it was a different world, because he could not return to his own. His frustration was mounting the moment he had stepped into the frozen wasteland that was Hyrule Field, after his nth time of trying to return through what he had used to call his home. Link was standing at the usual attempted place, and was staring with something close to a furor at the place he had entered. It had been seven years, and he was wondering if he should just quit trying. Termina had been good to him. They had clothed him with new clothing, given him free food and drink whenever he wanted it, and they questioned him not when he went to the place of his arrival. He did hint several times at every one of his dining tables that each time he left, he may never return. As such, they never developed a close relationship with Link, though most certainly wanted to.

Link was in this place, this dratted place, the one-way entrance to this world that was doomed. A place Link had had to face fear time and time again, purely to save the ones he cared about. Link was sitting cross-legged, staring at the patch of ground where he had so suddenly appeared from that corridor that haunted his dreams. He was wondering if the Goddesses had wanted it. It seemed trouble did not find Link... Link, in reality, found trouble. Just not purposely.
Link got up, and stretched. He wanted to get this over with. He had brought a travelling cloak in case it was chilly in Hyrule; he could never figure out Terminan seasons. He wondered how Zelda was doing. Had they been worried? Link had also saved Hyrule. He knew he should be missed, if the Terminans hailed Link so much. Link sighed at the thought, and laid down on the cold, wet grass. He knew he wasn't going home. The travelling cloak in his arms would never be worn, he would never see Zelda again, and the rest of the Kokiri would never welcome him the same again. He dratted this life in Termina. Everyone looked the same as the people of Hyrule... They were very different, though. Kafei was Link's closest thing to a friend. He knew what it's like to be shoved out of your natural state. Kafei also knew he might never see Link again. But Link was probably going to quit sometime in his life and prove him wrong. Link's negative thinking had triggered a thought. What if he'd be happier if he was in Termina? What if he'd stay out of trouble, and have a good, happy life?

And he promptly landed on his face in the snow.

Chapter 1(Cont'd):
Link was not cold. No. He had passed that point. He was bone-chilled. He was nearing the point in which he would be completely frostbitten. He had to get his limbs moving, or he'd be frozen. The voices had been speaking for almost ten minutes. He had not yet identified their names, and he probably knew them; the problem was that he had been gone for several years. He thought about the situation. If it was a familiar person, they'd likely recognize him; he was wearing a fresh tunic in the same design as his old tunic, which was preserved in Termina, on display in the clock tower. He missed the familiar Kokiri tunic feel, though, and was starting to wish he had his old tunic. The white leggings were very thin, too, so his legs were starting to get cold as well. Link was making a decision: Jump up and draw my sword, or get up, and ask for help? This was very difficult. The snow was masking any humanity in the sounds.
He could make some out, still.
"No. We shoul --- o that. If that --- we --- and the --- would ---."
"May--- and the --- be so ---."
"Yes, but that --- because --- é."

Link was getting furious. He inhaled sharply, pausing in pain when the cold air stung his nose and lungs, and jumped, yelling as he drew his sword. What he saw horrified him.

He saw Malon and Talon having a pleasant dinner in the back of the milk wagon.

With a wild, reckless abandon of anything he considered even slightly noble, he leapt into the wagon and shoved one of the steaks into his mouth, rolled over, and lost conciousness.
Before he totally lost it, he heard a faint voice, "... Told you I saw something green."

~Chapter end~

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