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Feathers of Hope	By : l2set Category: Zelda > General Views: 2168 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Legend of Zelda game series, nor any of the characters from them. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Feathers of Hope

Chapter One: The Beginning and Now

22. June. 2005

l2set
author's note: yeah. i re-wrote it. not much has changed though. A lot of it has simply been edited and cleaned up better - there are new editions to most chapters and yes, it is longer than the first time around. this story is one of my favourites, so i hope any new reader loves it as well!
the original and finished format of this story is posted at fanfiction.net - this is the newer and nicer version of the story. though, it does differ a lot from the first version, it is the same story.
warnings: this is a yaoi story, sweethearts. if you never finished Zelda64 (who the hell hasn't?) be prepared for spoilers - this follows the game storyline pretty damn well. enjoy.
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     I was born an outcast into a society where I am the center of attention. All the people know who I am without ever remembering me through time. These same people condemn me for deaths I have not caused and honor me for the blood that I have shed on their land. I am the Hero of Time.
     While I enjoy my life, I never did want this to me who I am. I never stopped it from happening though, destiny was going to get me either way I do believe. Sometimes I feel as if my whole life is one giant irony. I was chosen by the prophecies to fix this broken land because I am strong, able bodied, willing and brave. Yet, I had to go through many trials to prove myself to the Goddesses; in the beginning I was anything but brave.
     It was difficult at first, but I found myself having blast. I could be something other than the Kokiri that Mido enjoyed torturing. I could be strong, I could be wanted. When I gathered rupees to buy my shield, then stumbled upon that sword - sometimes I believe all of this was worth the look of Mido's face when I showed him up one.
     He allowed me to enter in the forest meadow where the Sacred Deku Tree stood rooted in the soil. I was stunned by the by the Deku Babas; I only ever defended myself from the verbal onslaught of Mido, I knew nothing of fighting. I learned fast though, thrusting my Kokiri sword at the monsters.
     Even when I spoke to the Tree, I had no idea what this adventure for me might entail. The art of fighting was still new to me, and I hadn't a clue how to dispel some evil curse that was laid upon our savior. How could they depend on me, Link? I was a lost child in the lost woods. I had been protected for ten years from such evils outside of the forest. I knew nothing.
     I know nothing still. I fought in the belly of the Deku Tree, killing Gohma; for all her worthlessness to us, she was a beautiful creature sentenced to a life of the damned by Ganondorf. All she ever wanted was a safe place to raise her spiderlings. I do not believe that she would've harmed me so if she did not have eggs to defend.
     Even though I took away the curse, the Great Deku Tree informed me it was too late for him. He knew it all along - I just had to prove my worth before he set me out into the world. What would become of it if I was not ready and I died before time was up? Probably nothing. No one was giving anything up to Ganondorf. The world was safe without my and Zelda's meddling.
     I headed to the castle, just as I was told too. I needed to see the Princess but no one would listen to me. That was lesson two - no one listens to a child when they can more easily ignore them. I could not give up though, it was my savior's dying wish. I had to get into that damn construction no matter what.
     I guess this is why the Gerudo love me so much. I am a natural born sneak. It comes from the forest; the only way I could get around without being bothered was by being cunning, quiet - thievish I guess. I got into that castle with ease, then again, those guards where kind of stupid. All I had to do was keep out of site and find my way through the garden.
     It was Zelda who put things in motion. She spurred me on, one of the few who truly believed in me from the beginning. Saria was the first though and I will never forget that. I was she who gave me the first ocarina and the first song. Without Saria, I do believe that I would have been nothing in this world.
     If we weren't so meddling, if Impa wasn't so loyal, maybe everything would be okay. Maybe if I wasn't so loyal none of this would've happened. I should have gone straight back to the forest and stayed little forever. I could be with Saria right now, instead of waiting outside the damn forest with a wound in my side.
     I did what I was told. I took Zelda's note to the guard at the Death Mountain Trail; then I gave the bastard a mask because he was like all adults, willing to humor me at a price. I met with the Gorons and took on the King Dodongo. Then I went after Jabu-Jabu's fiend, Barinade. I got the stones and the right to be a hero in less than two weeks. I was on fire.
     Then Ganondorf took me for the fool I am. I risked my life and I gathered the Spiritual Stones. I do not think that any of us - Zelda, Impa, the Gorons or the Zoras knew what was going to happen. No, I like to believe that the Great Deku Tree had a very good idea what was going to happen once I gathered those stones. I blame him for this . . . all of this.
     Before I gave myself over to the King of Thieves, I let my curiosity get the better of me. I gathered songs for my new ocarina, found myself a steed and learned the art of fishing. Fishing is the only thing that this damn land has going for it. No amounts of archery or bombchu bowling can calm me as much as the lure of fishing.
     So, after a week or two, I don't remember, I finally entered the Temple of Time. I gave my stones over to the alter and played the Song of Time. It was miraculous moment, the doors opening to reveal the Master Sword. It was like I had found the Kokiri sword all over again, I was in awe. I ran to it and then is when Ganondorf got into the Realm of Light.
     Someone has a very sick and twisted sense of humor. The stones, the songs and the swords that were to keep Ganondorf out of the Sacred Realm somehow allowed him into its gloriousness and helped him take over the world, while I was stuck in limbo for seven with Rauru watching over me. At times I feel cheated.
     When I awoke, I was granted a story. Even after a suspended sleep, I was all ready sick of the stories. There is always something for someone to say. Everyone but me. I am to wait, listen and then go kill whoever they creed is evil and in need of slaughter. Being a hero truly sucks most of the time.
     Even now, I await for night to fall so I can sneak into my home in the forest. I do not want the children to see me enter that house. I do not want to seem like I am intruding. None of them know who I am. I all ready know that they will understand if I explain it to them; I do not wish for them to know my misfortune.
     So, here I wait, bleeding slowly. Why did I ever want to re-visit the death mountain trail? Why couldn't I have just gone to Dampe and gathered that infernal hookshot. I do want to kill whoever thought it funny to destroy the Temple stairs. My life is difficult all ready - who felt the need to take away a simple pleasure for me? I do not fully trust this contraption. Maybe one day I will.
     There seems to be so much to do and so little time. That smug bastard, Sheik, seems quite content to have me rush through all of this. I don't think he has much of a clue about any of this; I've been around the block with all of this dungeon fun and monster shit. The Spiritual Stones took me two weeks alone and they were small places to defeat; these large temples are not going to be so easy and if I need items from the outside world . . . then Hyrule is going to have to endure pain for a little while longer.
     Especially since I have to fight with are bombs and this damn hookshot. Stupid phantoms.
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end Chapter One: The Beginning and Now
author's note: well? i am liking it better. doesn't jump around so much and confoozle the mind. :) forgive me for any grammarical errors; i only have me and no beta reader at all!
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