This story came to me over a couple of years of collected notes. I was reading fan fictions that haven't seen the light of day in years and….out popped this. So hope you enjoy it.

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Prologue

"Goodbye Link. Perhaps we will meet in the future, but for now… you must be given the childhood you were striped of." Link gave Zelda a questioning look. Did she not know what the master sword had done to him? No she couldn't have. If she did, she would never be attempting to send him back to childhood.

He wanted to tell her. He really did, but his mouth wouldn't move. Besides, it was not the kind of thing he wanted her to be burdened with. He didn't want her to live with the knowledge of what he had had to give up in order to save the kingdom. If he could help it, she would never know.

"Goodbye, my sweet hero." And she played. The sweet sound of the Ocarina no longer sounded with the beauty it had once held, at least to Links ears. He had to hold back a cringe. She could never know what she was doing to him. She had lived a hard enough life without the guilt of his what the quest had cost him besides his childhood.

The sharp distorted sound of someone other than himself playing the ocarina filled the air and he could feel the tide of time griping itself upon his unresisting body. His blue eyes watched her one last time, and he wished his mouth would move, more then he ever had before. He desperately wished he could say something to her, if only to say goodbye. Even still, he was ripped from her view, Zelda had a vague tingling of something being not quite as it should, and then it too was gone. She was left alone; a feeling she would live with for many years to come.

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This is the beginning of a Story…But I am repeating myself. Review if you like it, Flame if you don't, but make a comment will you? Revised 3/22/05

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