A/N: Hi! This is my first major story on the best video game in the world! At least in my opinion. It's centered around Link and Little Johnny. And just so you know, Little Johnny isn't an OC, he's Colin. I just call him Little Johnny because it's funny and I've always called him that. XDDD So enjoy the story and make sure to review! No flames please, although I do take constructive criticism.

It was a full moon again tonight, Link noted in his wolf form. He had the urge to start howling at it, but he resisted, trotting along the line of trees through Faron Woods. After saving Hyrule, he felt as if there was nothing more to do in his life, besides be was chased around Hyrule field by the postman and herd goats. The thought depressed him—many monsters had disappeared by now, being cleared out by the soldiers of Hyrule, who had unmistakably sprouted some courage after the whole Zant/Ganon incident. No one recognized him how he saved the day.

The townspeople were totally clueless and didn't give a crap about me…and the gorons, after the Fire Temple, I never heard back from them. I expected something more after saving Darbus.

Link recalled the past events. He stood up and yawned. It was much later now. He had spent the whole night prowling about the forest, wandering which way and that, and now he decided he'd better touch his twilight stone and return to his human form. He glanced around, wondering where he had put it. Now that Midna was gone, no one could carry it for him and he had to set it down somewhere he would remember. The wolf retraced his steps back to a familiar clump of ferns.

Oh! Here it is…

He plunged his nose into the ferns, sniffing expectantly. Nothing was in there! Link felt certain he had put it in there…but he nosed around some more, nostrils flaring as he tried to catch some sign. He took up a faint trail leading from the ferns in the direction of Hyrule Castle. He growled and began to pad along, but the trail was faint and he could not find exactly where it had gone. But it was obvious: a thief had stolen his precious stone! That stone meant everything to him and now it was gone. Link knew he had to get it back! But he would need some help…after all, Midna was gone and Zelda was so busy these days.

With a sinking feeling, he realized he would have to do it himself.

Purlo raced gleefully along Hyrule Field's border, heading north to Kakariko. He cackled about his fortune.

"The Star Game? Who wants to be a star? I can make a killing off this precious jewel I found! More than I ever would have if I stuck with that silly game. I mean…I'm a star!" Purlo leaped through the air, twirling and giggling as he made his way into the village.

Kakariko was a desolate landscape wedged inside a tight valley below Death Mountain, home of the gorons. The twilight monsters had killed most of the inhabitants off and the homes were boarded up and abandoned. A few people remained…the gorons, the bomb seller, the shaman, and his daughter. There was also a little general store over near the entrance, a store trying to help out adventurers.

Inside that store lived Malo, a selfish baby boy who tried his best to conceal his feelings from others. He was an Ordonian, but would usually take trips between his village, visiting his lonely shop every once in awhile to see if there was any income, and making bargains with the locals. He also had a shop in Hyrule town that he rarely visited, but he still owned. At the moment, he was recounting his meager rupees as his desk as the old goron rooted through old boxes in the back, hunched over a particular one that had dusty wooden shields inside.

Purlo knew he could go sell his article at the nearby Malo Mart and get good money for it. He was a selfish, greedy man, and didn't even know what he had caused our hero Link, although, he wouldn't care either way. He entered the shop with a bang and slapped the stone on the wooden desk, scattering splinters in his wake.

"I demand…one thousand rupees for this rare specimen!" Purlo announced grandly, his voice ringing through the shop and echoing off the walls. Malo carefully picked up the "jewel" with a tissue and examined it carefully. He knew he didn't have one thousand rupees since the only guy he could afford to mooch off of was Link himself. But Malo was a brat and brats were good at lying.

With some pudgy fingers, he dug around in the shelves under his desk. His baby fingers met with some string and he yanked out what he had been looking for.

He held up a small charm and dangled it in front of Purlo's face. Purlo gave him a weird look as if to ask what message the baby was trying to pass.

"You see this charm?" Malo grunted. "This charm is worth twice…no, thrice as much as that jewel you got on my desk."

Purlo was easily tricked and looked on in awe. "M-Mister Malo!" He stammered with a new respect. "How did you come across such a…a…prize? I-I would love for an exchange, if you would allow it, my dear friend!" He clasped his hands and hunched over a little bit as if to grovel. He had done this before, many times, to get what he wanted. He was good at being a suck-up.

Malo squinted his beady eyes, frowning. "Oh, I don't know, Purlo. This was given to me by a fairy." Malo realized that that must have sounded absurd. He knew he mustn't get carried away if he was going to get that priceless, mysterious artifact.

But it worked and the consumer bought the act.

Purlo gasped. Malo knew he had him right where he wanted. It was time to stop fooling around and get to the point. "I have no use for it. You seem worthy of holding it in your own possession." He tossed it to Purlo who caught it and looked at it greedily.

"Thank you! Thank you!" He spluttered. "I will give you ALL the rupees in my pocket for such a treasure!" He managed to fish out 15 rupees. With one last thank you, he darted out the door, once again singing about his luck. Malo let out a snort, which was his way of laughing. The goron elder poked his head above some storage boxes. He was the elder who usually helped out Malo inside the mart, trying to get donations and whatnot.

"Malo, sir…" He croaked, his voice cracking with age. "That charm was found on the floor of the mart…it is worth nothing."

"I know." Malo said coldly. "Which is exactly why I think I'll station a few goron guards outside the door for the time being." Malo stood up and began waddling towards the door… "Now if you'll excuse me, I think I'll go talk to someone."

Malo stepped out of his shop and looked over to see the strangest, many-colored goron elder meditating outside. He stood up at the sight of the storeowner, grunting a greeting, then getting back to his business.

"I foresaw you coming…" He smiled. "Now what do you need?"

"I need to know what this is…" Malo held up the stone.

"I would keep it in that cloth if I were you…" The goron chuckled.

"Tell me what it is and where it comes from. I want to know. I've never seen anything like it." Malo said, looking annoyed.

"It belongs to someone you know…" The goron elder continued, speaking in riddles. "If you don't return it to him, you won't be seeing him for a long time…"

Malo was curious, but from the way the elder closed his eyes, he knew he was being dismissed. Disgruntled, he stomped away, curious for more information.

"Why won't I see them for awhile? Will they be looking for the jewel…?" Malo paused for a long time until a smirk spread across his face. "Well, it's mine now."

Link had given up hope on finding his stone. He had been to Lanayru Province and back and it was the turn of the next day by now. Night was approaching fast and sleep threatened to consume Link. Paws weary with fatigue, he wandered through a dark tunnel, glancing around quietly. Most of the enemies were gone, except for those that remained in the temples such as the Forest Temple. It didn't matter to him—he supposed they had a life and the temples were sanctuaries.

He stopped again, yawning for the umpteenth time that night. His wolf instincts told him to find a nice cave to lie down in or curl up in a nice pile of dry leaves, but his human self wouldn't allow it.

I can't fall asleep yet…I need help…maybe I could ask Epona if she's seen it.

Yawning, wolf Link trotted over to the grass by Faron's spring. He cast an awkward glance at the spring, but Faron didn't seem too keen on seeing him today. Was everyone abandoning him or what? He knew his faithful horse wouldn't leave him alone to face the hardships of a normal wolf. He stood atop the grass, ears pricked. The tune flowed through his mind and he began to howl the joyful notes of Epona's Song. After he was done, he listened intently for the sound of her whinny and rushing hooves.

It never came. Again, he howled the song, much unsure of himself this time. Yet again, nothing. A chilling sensation crept up his fur-covered spine. He was alone for good.

A/N: Eh…not very long. I think the next one will be longer. I'll get into more detail k? R&R!!!!!!!!!! Thanks.

By the way I won't update till I get some review so please be kind and review!

Twilit Princess