AN: How are you today, you have chosen to read a Legend of Zelda fanfiction today! Horray... Unfortunately for you, this is one of those "Strange" Stories. The type that makes fanboys cry in their sleep and fangirls red in the face. I know Fanboys will cry, because... LINK IS WITH CHILD, You heard me bitches, Link's P.R.E.G.N.A.N.T. 8D, and the Fangirls. Ilia is Link's friend! Oh Gods no! DX She made Ilia HUMAN! OH NO!

So anyway, hinted pairings that you will see through out the story.

Link X Ilia

Link X Midna

Now, if you're still here, and are open-minded, go on, please read. I do hope you enjoy this, and please note, this is just chapter one, it gets much better and more uplifting as we go. Oh, I almost forgot, this is a Twilight Princess AU, so don't expect to see some faces, and Uli only has Colin, she's not having her second child yet.

Based off of a pick I drew on deviantART, Mpreg by heavenly intervention.

Link

Honestly I didn't want to do this, I never even knew. But I was stuck.

Stuck in a situation I had no way out off. And now, I'm screwed for life.

And it's my fault. No, it's my fathers. Damn him and his legendary bloodline!

Now I have to continue the lineage and take the test of the Goddesses. Why couldn't someone tell me what this test was? I never would have thought I would have to bring a child to term by myself! And how in the hell am I going to do that!? Am I going to start turning into a woman, or am I going to magically get a damn birth canal? Oh who am I kidding, I won't get that far. It'll probably die way before then. I'd be crushed if it died before it was even born, especially if it was my fault. Me, this was all because of me and that damn mark on my hand. It's cursed, like me. Someone should have cut my left hand off when I was a baby so this all would never have happened. But no, that's the cowards' way out.

I can't start thinking like that, I have to think positive! But how? How can you be positive about something as terrifying as this? Any woman would tell you it's a blessing, that is if you were actually another woman. If you're a man it's more like it's an ill omen and they take their children and run. That's how everyone sees me, a demon signing the end of days. Ugh, why oh why Farore? Why choose me? I'm still a child myself! Why have me bring another one into the world? I don't care anymore about what people think of me; my body's been ravaged enough because of the stretching for me to care about how I look. They shout and jeer, calling me a freak, saying that my child is an abomination, wishing I would die during birth, and other horrible things. No one cares that I'm still just a boy, no one cares that I know nothing about raising a family, no one cares that I don't even know how it's going to come out of me. No one seems to care that I have no home, no family, no money, and no way of working to support myself and a child.

I just feel so alone….Not even the Gods can help me now.

Ilia

I saw him again today. He was at the market trying to find work. But the shop keeper turned him down, saying he wasn't worth his time. Everyone just kept staring at him, like he had a disease or something. I didn't see anything wrong with him, maybe a little thick around the middle, but perfectly fine. But that's why everyone was staring. He was the boy everyone was talking about. The one who was being tested by the Goddesses.

I couldn't help but stare for a moment myself, it was so odd, yet it was so bewilderingly cute. A small curve coming from under a heavy shirt, like it was being forced out. If it wasn't for the rumors you wouldn't even suspect a child was inside there.

He placed his palms to the small of his back; the weight was making him sore. I wish I could have offered him a seat, but I was on the other side of the marketplace. I just felt so sorry for him, he was the one who would be yelled at if someone had tripped him and he needed help getting back up. He would be accused of stealing food even if he had just paid for it, with what little money he had. He would be the one on trial for shouting indecent things at someone, when it was he who was being shouted at. I hated these people. Every single one of them. They just treated him lower then dirt, when he should be given help and a warm home.

"Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing here?" Oh no, it was one of the older men of town.

"I'm just resting my legs sir, I won't be too long." He was so timid, I was afraid he would have just got up and ran.

"No, you get out now!" The older man grabbed the boy by his shirt collar, choking him in the process. "Please don't, I beg you!" The boy placed a protective hand on the curve under his shirt. "Why should I, I'd be doing you a favor, getting rid of the abomination."

That was the final straw. I had had enough of this. "You dare try to ruin the work of the Gods!" I shouted.

The boy looked at me; I could see he was frightened beyond all mortal recognition. "Stay out of this girl, this doesn't concern you."

"Well I'm making it concern me! Now put him down!" I could feel my fists shaking as I stood there, glaring at the big oaf. "I said put the boy down, he did nothing to harm you!"

The older man slapped me across the face. "Shut your mouth girl, who are you to be defending this-this-this Horror to the human race!" I could taste blood in between my teeth, but that wasn't going to stop me. The boy was still staring at me in awe; no one had ever tried to defend him before.

"Girl, I."

"Silence you brat!" And with that the man threw him to the ground with an awful THUD. He cried in pain as he hit the floor with his back. "There now that should keep him down for a moment, long enough for us to finally get rid of that sin to nature!"

"NO, you're not going to touch him!"

I'd gotten my second wind. Looking over I saw the boy unconscious, lying on his back, mouth slightly a gape. The poor boy looked like he was in a lot of pain.

"How could you, he never did anything to harm you people and yet to treat him like a Leper, the only thing you see is the fact that he's a pregnant man, not that he's only a boy, not that he has no home to go to, not that he's weak and scared, no you just want him to die because of a technicality." I never noticed that I was crying then, but they needed to come. I needed to help this boy. He needed a friend.

"No, if he was a woman you'd go out of your way to help him wouldn't you? But because he's a man you want him to die, you want to call him hurtful names and keep him away. You forget that this was a test by the Goddesses, it wasn't his choice!" My knees had finally given up. So now I was kneeling right next to him, crying my eyes out.

"Just stop it! Stop it you monsters!" But no one took me seriously. Some of the women came and carried me off whist the men dragged the boy out of town.

You know, this story is the thing most people on DA watch me for. It's funny; this was meant to be a bit of a rant. As you can see by the way the towns' folk are treating Link. This is how a lot of people who go against the norm of fandom are treated. Tisn't it a sad thing. Those are the kinds of people who take fandom too seriously, my Gods, let loose; let others have a wee bit of fun!

Anyway, I know, it's short, trust me, the chapters get much longer from here on out. And they get a lot less emo.

Please give me nice reviews! If you see any mistakes just let me know, this chapter wasn't originally BETA'd, but I went in and mixed as much as I could. The rest of this story is BETA'd, just to let you know. With Lots of Love, HarpyLink234