Ok so this probably going to be a bit of romance and a bit of everything else, and with the coming vacation I will (hopefully) be able to write more often. I don't what the pairing will be yet, so Zelda, Malon, Nabooru, Ruto (I doubt this one though), Anju, Romani, Saria… I don't know. In fact, you guys tell me. Anyways, read and tell me what you think.

There is a legend. It tells of a sword carved from the underground mines of heaven. In this special place lay a metal so fine, one could call perfect in every sense. It is said, no darkness can withstand its power. Even now, I have not the words to describe it, but to call it divine alone, would not do it justice. Ripped from the hard earth to be molded into the finest of blades, its beauty perfected by the greatest blacksmith and warrior heaven and earth has ever known. Yet, no one remains that remembers this man's name.

Once long ago every single being in existence knew who he was, from the lowly life forms that crawled under our feet to the goddesses themselves. He was considered the savior of the second generation of guardians and the most powerful being in the Universe. But alas, Even the mighty have enemies so it came to pass, the great warrior was defeated and his power sealed away. Whoever did this to him hid his seal someplace no one would expect to find him, not humans nor gods. Some sources say he was buried under Death Mountain, others say he was stored at the bottom of the ocean. There's even one source that says he was banished into the center of the moon. But that is not important at the moment, I was telling the story of my sword.

The handle itself would be simple, yet elegant. Rumor has it that the world's greatest Goron squeezed several clumps of coal with one hand to make a Diamond the size of a man's head. A jeweler by the name of Majora, a mighty incubus also known for her beautiful wooden masks, would be given the task of turning that gigantic diamond into a handle that would fit a boy's hand. She would then mold this diamond with her skinny fingers till it would fit into the chosen one's hand.

The handle would later be painted purple, for whatever reason that I do not know. Perhaps it was it represent my bravery and unrelenting strength, or perhaps because it was Majora's favorite color. When all of this was done, they would take the two parts, the diamond handle and the silver blade and simply connect the two together, as if it was nothing more than a two piece puzzle. Then the goddess of courage would add the final touch, sealing her power into the edge. And when all was said and done, the blade was hurled from the heavens unto earth, where it landed exactly where the temple of time was built. And this holy blade, evil's bane and destroyer of darkness would be called the Master Sword.

I was to sacrifice everything I ever held dear with this blade. At the tender age of ten I would be forced to face perils that most grown men could not even imagine. I have seen death so many times he now calls me by my first name. Than again I can't very well expect him, or anyone else to call me by any other name, since I only have one name. You can call me Link, in case you did not know. Maybe I have a last name, maybe Link is just a nickname based on my real name, Lincasso or Linkon or something like that. But ever since I can remember, I've been called by one name and one name only, Link. Lately though I've been given another title, the "Hero of Time".

But between you and me, I prefer Link. Hero of Time sounds so fancy for someone that hunts for his food or sleeps in the middle of Hyrule's field (or sometimes at Lon Lon's ranch). The princess calls me the Hero of Time as a formality, but when we're alone she calls me Link. But even then she bosses me around though, not that I mind.

She's smart, she knows what she's talking about. As far as I'm concerned, there are two types of people in this world. There are people that know how to get things done, and then there are the people that get things done. I'm the latter, she is the former, and it's a perfect match. At least most people think it is.

The rumor mill has it that the two of us are in love. Ask any teenage girl or middle aged lady, and they'll tell you that we're made for each other. If that is true, I myself do not know. I often spend my night pondering the mysteries of the opposite sex and how their mind works. Zelda is indeed a beautiful woman, perhaps the most beautiful young woman in all of Hyrule and Termina. But, despite living most of my life secluded from civilization, I know that looks aren't everything. I also know that looks isn't all that the princess has. She has brains, she has charm, she's hospitable and all around lovely.

Despite her being a little bit bossy at times, I must say I appreciate her company very much. She is very tender and passionate. She is always there to soothe me when I'm hurt, whether it's mentally or physically. She has the voice of an angel, music to my ears it is. When the nightmare of my past keeps me up at night, she'd sing her own lullaby to me, easing my turmoil. I almost feel in dept to her, almost. Too bad most of the nightmares I have involves her though. I do not know if I love her, but I know she loves me though.

At first I wasn't certain, but now I know beyond reasonable doubt that she sees me as more than a friend. At first I thought she could never see a man like me as anything more than a servant, but I was wrong. Every time there was an event she would invite me to go with her, often she'd have me over to her castle just to talk about everything and nothing at once. Sometimes she'd cast a glance at me when she thought I wasn't looking, or secretly grope my body, claiming that her hands slipped. Once she invited me to go up to her room and show her my sword so she could clean it. I didn't understand why, after all she should know that the master sword always shines, not matter what. So I politely declined, telling her I didn't want to bother her or her servants who would be helping her clean my sword. For some reason she got really mad when I said this, saying that she planned on doing it herself. I just couldn't help but laugh, after all, what did Zelda know about cleaning swords? She just started to cry and ran away. So confusing.

Another reason why I think she sees me as more than a friend is because she is always scolding me about my visits to Lon Lon Ranch. She says that as the "Hero of Time" I shouldn't have sleep in a stable. She doesn't mind when I sleep outside in the field, but every time I go there she gets angry. At first I didn't get it, but then I realized why. Who would have thought that the princess of Hyrule would get jealous of a poor farm girl like Malon?

Malon's a great friend of mine, I've known her since childhood. After I came back from the Termina (where I realized that there was some truth to the legends after all), she became some sort of escape for me. Every time I came back from saving a town, rescuing the princess, fighting evil creatures in general, I would go to her and she would prepare me delicious food. Then we would often joke around and have fun. In the beginning tell her some stories of my adventures, but when I told her some of the more gruesome details she'd get scared and for some reason she'd be angry at me. She'd tell me I should stop risking my life for everybody. So instead of talking about my adventures I'd just joke around with her, talk about everyday things and just have fun. And to tell you the truth, I preferred it that way. After all, if you're on vacation, why talk about work?

I'd spend weeks at Lon Lon Ranch, just helping around and enjoying the simple life, till I was called off again to go on another adventure. Every time I accept my mission, Malon scolds me. She can be quite an earful, I can tell you that. After the harsh scolding and slightly hurtful insults, I just reassure her that I'll be fine and then go risk my life for ungrateful Hyrulians. Yet here the Princess thinks that this farm girl, who thinks my very way of life is stupid and foolish, is in love with me.

At first I just laughed it up, I mean why would Malon like me? I knew her since she was a child; she is my best friend in the whole world, outside of Kokiri Forest that is. She was the one who gave me Epona, but she was also the one who hated the fact that I was a hero. She said what I did was to dangerous, that I'm stupid would one day get myself killed. How can a person that thinks that way of me like me? Absurd right? Wrong! I swear to the goddesses I do not understand women.

I probably would never have guessed that she thought of me as more than a friend till Ingo the help told me. Said she would always scold me because she cared deeply for me and hated to see me leave. Of course I did not understand, I mean surely if you don't want someone to leave you do not call them stupid and foolish. It's even worse when it involves Zelda. Every time I say something about Zelda she gets upset. One time I told her about how Zelda asked me if she could clean my sword and she completely lost it. She was cooking for me at the time, and when I told her that she practically started shaking. She stopped cooking and told me that I should let Zelda cook me dinner instead. I tried to explain to her that Zelda could not cook and her servants prepared the meal for me instead, but then she just started crying.

So that night I went to bed without dinner, which was ok I guess, since I had a heavy lunch. But middle in the night, she comes into my room, wearing a very tight and revealing nightgown. Now, I remembered what Saria said about being a gentleman, so I turned my head away. After all, wouldn't want to be rude now would I? Before I could ask her what she's doing in my room so late at night, she tells me she wants to polish my sword. She said that she could clean my sword way better than Zelda could and she wanted to prove it. I told her that she shouldn't waste her time and I wasn't going to let Zelda polish my sword either. Told her I can clean my sword myself and wouldn't want them to tire themselves out just for me. And again she started to cry, this time she ran outside though. Deciding I should go see what's wrong with her, I put on my Tunic (after all, don't want Ingo to see me half naked-the guy's weird). As I got outside, I hear Malon singing Epona's song.

Unlike Zelda's lullaby, Epona's song doesn't put me to sleep. Instead, it causes a warm feeling to emerge from within me, a happy feeling that makes me feel at peace. So as I head towards the singing, I hear her tell me that she doesn't want to talk. I tried to get closer, but she started to yell at me to go inside. Not wanting to upset her anymore, I do. So I go to sleep, preparing myself mentally for the onslaught of emotion that is to come the next morning. When I wake up, everything seems to be normal however. I can still sense she's upset, but she just apologizes to me and tells me she's sorry. She says she hopes she didn't scare me off and that I would remain friends with her. I tell her that I'd never leave her, so she gives me a big hug and we never talk about it again. Although I can still sense her sadness every time I mention something about Zelda. I don't understand why she's so jealous though, I mean there's nothing between me and Zelda. I should make that clear to her one of these days…

Oops, looks like I got side-tracked again. Sorry, I tend to do that a lot. What was I talking about again?"

"Link, for a hero you can be very dense sometimes you know that? You were telling me about your blade, the master sword, and why you hate it so much," Saria said in a playful yet concerned tone.

"Oh yeah I was, wasn't I? I guess I have a lot on my mind these days. Well, to sum it up in a sentence, this very blade is my shackles. Because of this blade I am trapped," Link replied slyly, as if that explained everything.

"Trapped? Like a bunny trap or something?" Saria asked, confused.

"You know Saria, for a sage you sure can be very dense sometimes," Link taunted back.

"Oh, feel lucky that I'm all the way in Kokiri Forest, otherwise I'd make sure no one ever polishes your sword again!"

Link just chuckled, she knew she was only playing. He still did not understand what the big deal was about polishing his sword, but he supposed that many people considered his master sword special. Deciding it wasn't worth pondering about, he turned his attention back to the original topic.

"Let's see, how do I make this easy enough so a child like you could understand," Link said, which earned him another growl from Saria, "The master sword can only be carried by the chosen one is it not so? In other words, it can only be carried by me.

Many would consider this the highest honor a single man could ever receive, but I however consider it a burden. Because I am the only one who holds this power, I am cursed with the never-ending task of fighting win no one else can or will. I have endured pain even the sickest of masochists do not know of and I've seen things that not even a blind man would crave to see. My life centers around blood, blood of my enemies, blood of my comrades. Not that I'm complaining, of course."

"Of course not," Saria muttered sarcastically. "Surely it could not be that bad, you've made tons of friends and allies, your name is known all across the land and so many girls swoon over you do they not?"

"Despite popular beliefs, I do not have a lot of friends. I am well known and well liked of course, but true friends I have very little. Many people like me as the Hero of Time, but they have no knowledge of the real Link. It goes double for the girls, they only want to be with the Hero of Time, but like I said, I prefer Link."

"...I never new you thought so deeply into these things. You're a lot more intelligent than I thought. Yet you are still too dumb to understand the true intentions of Zelda and Malon," Saria observed.

"Then enlighten me wise sage of the forest," Link said with sarcasm dripping from his voice.

"I'm afraid I have nor the time or the patience to explain to you the bird and the bees," Saria replied with a hint of glee in her voice.

"Bird and bees? What do they have to do with Malon and Zelda?"

"Well, they have a lot to DO with them, if you know what I mean," Saria said before laughing maniacally.

Not being able to comprehend what was so funny, Link was finally starting to get a little peeved. Having lived in Kokiri forest as a child and most of his puberty away from civilization, some things he did not understand. But that did not give Saria the right to laugh at him.

"Will you stop it? If you're just going to laugh at me, then next time I won't tell you what's been bothering me!"

"Calm down Link, don't take it so seriously. I'm just teasing you."

"You may think it is fun teasing me, but these are some genuine problems I'm having. You could try to be a little more concerned... for my best friend you sure aren't a very good one."

Now Saria was little offended. Ok, maybe she wasn't being a good friend at the moment, but she was a great friend…when she wanted to be.

"You know what Link, if you're going to be like that, then I may as well go talk to someone else. Don't bother playing my song today, because I won't be answering. BYE!"

And with that last sentence, she cut off the connection. Link just heaved a heavy sight, realizing that another load has been put unto his back. At first he deliberated whether he should play Saria's song again and apologize, but afterwards he decided against it. He just wasn't in the mood to hear her rant about how inconsiderate he was.

Turning back his attention to the huge walls that lay before him, he noticed that they still hadn't open. Link just heaved another sigh and shook his head, a universal symbol meaning that he did not like this one bit. He had been called out by a Hyrulian messenger; he was to have an audience with the princess.

"Wonder what she wants with me. If she asks to polish my sword again I just know I'll lose it."

Just then his stomach growled.

"Here I am, sitting outside under the Hyrulian sky, waiting for that stupid drawbridge to open so I can go see the princess Zelda who probably just missed my company and now I'm hungry. That's another thing that always gets on my nerve, these damn walls. You'd think they'd just open the drawbridge for me ot throw me a rope or something…"

Link often found himself talking to no one but himself. When you spend most of your time alone in dungeons, you often get lonely. And if the only company you have is yourself, why not make it a lively one?

Besides people like Saria, Zelda and Malon there was no one he felt comfortable around. He was shy by nature, and because of this he did not speak often if he wasn't around these people. Many people saw that as an uncanny air of coolness that he projected as part of his image, but truth to be told he was just shy.

Link turned around to look at his horse, Epona. Such a beautiful creature she was, Beautiful hair the color of ruby brown, one of the many things she had in common with her original master. With a nice firm mane running down her neck to her back, she was the envy of all mares. Not a single horse could beat her in speed or power. She was the pinnacle of their kind.

Not in the mood to sleep, Link leaned over and ran his gingers through the soft black locks on Epona's back. Epona was slightly startled by the touch as she sprang to life, but Link hushed the gorgeous beast and continued to caress its spine. In a soft tone Link started to speak to the beast, ready to continue his story that Saria had not allowed him to finish. Epona listened intently. It was not common that Link would bear his soul, and even though she could not understand the human language she still wanted to help in anyway she can. So she turned her head in his direction, ready to listen to the magnificent warrior that rode her through the fields.

"When I walked unto the battle field I was to know no fear, or so they say. After all, am I not the embodiment of courage? If not, then why does this triangle glow on the back of my arm?"

As Link whispered these simple words to form a question that needed no answer, his eyes drifted to the gauntlet. Slowly prying at the fingertips he pulled them up just enough so that he could see the faint glow of the triangular tattoo. This tattoo, destined to be engraved in his skin till the day that he died, was everything he was. It was this simple work of art that gave his life a meaning; because of that simple art he no longer had any freedom. Eons before he was even conceived he was destined to follow a path he had never chosen.

Before Link could lose himself into his thoughts, he heard the a soft mechanical sound getting louder by the second. Looking up he saw the bridge slowly lowering and indeed the sun was rising in the sky. Deciding that he had better things to do than talk to himself, Link got up to enter the city. Little did he know that the adventure in store for him had nothing to do with slaying monsters and saving nations, but something that up until now he has no experience with. Not even the master sword can help him with love.

So what did you guys think? Hate it, Love it, what? Please give me some constructive criticism and some sound advice on the plot. Also tell me what you would like to see if you will. Please leave a review :-D.