Dawn. Or at least, I thought it was dawn. You could never really tell in this part of the forest. Too many glowing insects and bugs plagued the air. I’m not sure why everyone else felt so at peace with them... I sure as hell didn’t. I awoke to a strange yet familiar fluttering sound just above me. A squeaky voice omitted from the source, and its high tone penetrated my brain with repetitive muffled cries for attention. Ugh, I had just had that same dream again... the horse, the man... and the girl... I’m not sure why I was having such dark and ominous dreams, but I kept them quiet. The fairy’s glow filled the room, and the casted shadows moved and danced from side to side. The fairy flew about with great celerity and purpose, so I started paying it some attention. I sat up, and gazed wearily at its blue glow. Too lethargic to care, I sat and waited for it to deliver some unimportant message from another Kokiri about meeting them somewhere, or some village event. Being the recluse that I was, I never expected much... or more so, never wanted much to do with others. I never became the happy-go-lucky Kokiri like all the others had grown to be. I felt like an outcast, and my possessed dreams didn’t help. To sum it up; I kept to myself.

After I composed myself enough to not appear like a complete prick, the fairy introduced itself. It called itself Navi. I resented it, instantly. It’s excitable attitude and tone was too contrasting to my own. It annoyed me. What annoyed me more was it’s one sided conversation, as it droned on and on about useless formalities. I wanted it to get to the point... or at least, at the time I did. It squealed out that it was sent by the Deku Tree to be my partner fairy. I’ve always looked up to the Deku Tree. Not because he was some mystical guardian spirit of the forest, or because all the other Kokiri showered him with praise, but because he was like me. He was a recluse. Not by choice, however. His roots kept him where he was, but he had a good soul. He was not as vulgar and arrogant as me, but he said what he had to so that the forest stayed in line. It was most likely his influences that put me into the mindset I’m in. When i first met him many years ago, he was quiet, and spoke few words but made them all count. Everyone respected him. I wanted something similar.

The irritating blue gnat continued on to say that the Deku Tree wished to have an audience with me. To anyone else, in regards to my own agenda and priorities, it could have waited. But alas, it was the Deku Tree after all... I decided to heave myself up. The fact that I was doing what the fairy had proposed annoyed me. It made me feel completely inferior, like it knew where it was going and I was a lost puppy dog tagging along. It whizzed and buzzed around with a prominent sense of direction in my own house, regardless that it had never been there before. It acted like a stubborn prince that was invading land not rightfully theirs. I was infuriated, but I didn’t want to show any weakness.

I stumbled out the door of my tree house, carelessly brushing away the curtain hanging from the archway. It was a very cool day with the faintest hint of a breeze, and when you stood still you could feel the suns ray’s beating down on your exposed skin. I stood at the top of the ladder on my balcony, overseeing the forest. People were up, running around, playing, working... and from the midst of it all, Saria sprinted towards my tree. Saria was probably the most important thing in my life at the time. Too young to feel the need for love, I simply liked spending time with her. She was much like the others, except she actually paid attention to me. I think she found my rude ways and secluded lifestyle ‘cute’. Her motives didn’t interest me. She was just my connection to the rest of the village, and that was it. Don’t get me wrong, I did enjoy her company... but probably for the wrong reasons.

She gave out a girlish shout of excitement. I knew she saw my newly acquired fairy. She always managed to make me feel included. She wasn’t fake. She was genuinely happy for me. I stood for a moment as she ran the rest of the way, and the exasperating sea of bugs on my balcony convinced me to climb down. I started walking towards her, looking left to right, pretending I didn’t care much... but I did. At the base of my tree house there is a small drawing I did with Saria that depicts a little Kokiri fighting a giant monster. Highly irregular and inappropriate for a Kokiri to draw and think about, but being different appealed to me. I knew Saria wasn’t different, but there was something about her that just set her apart.

She showed her supportiveness and enthusiasm, which I brushed off and continued to stand with one hand on my hip. I felt like a badass. Hopefully I looked badass. Ah, and that girlish laugh. Whenever she does it, I feel closer to her than ever. I don’t know what it is about her laugh. I never understood it, but it just feels like she cares for more than any other moment I’m with her whenever she laughs. She talked and talked, and regurgitated the same information that the fairy told me. Rumours must have washed through the forest that I had been summoned. People must have seen Navi flying into my tree house. Saria didn’t want to hold me up. She had much more respect for the Deku Tree than most.

There were bugs everywhere... I had to wade through them. I walked up the path, turned right and headed towards the Deku Tree path. I walked passed a Kokiri who called out to me on my right. It looked like he was weeding. He was a scrawny little kid, and was having a hard time slashing at the grass. His hair covered his face, and his expression was emotionless. He was just another kid in the bunch. He lectured me with his problems about how Mido, the village bastard, was making him cut the grass in front of Saria’s house. I couldn’t care less. It was when he mentioned that Mido was going to tell Saria that he did it himself that pissed me off. I felt threatened. I shouldn’t have, but I did. The guy then tried to guilt me into helping... spineless kid. He said that seeing as how I was a close friend of Saria’s, I should help out. Combined with the fact that he needed my help and that he said I was a close friend of Saria’s, I felt like a king. It felt like I had a reputation. It felt good. His proposition for me helping was on the table, and he continued to work away at the grass. I lost interest and walked off.

Oh, hoorah... sarcasm very highly intended. I had reached the pond where the poor excuse of a waterfall ran into. I hated the pond. Not because I was hydrophobic, mind you. It was because the only way to get to the other side was by means of jumping across a few patches of grass scattered in the pond. I knew all the other Kokiri laughed and skipped across, but I took on an opposing disposition towards it. Whenever they would accidently fall into the pond, they’d surface laughing, and all surrounding Kokiri would join in on the laughs. It sickened me, in a way. It seemed like something straight out a children’s story book. It seemed so fake and forced.

I made it to the other side without getting drenched in pond water, but awaiting me was Mido. I liked Mido. He was a tall kid, but he wasn’t build much stronger than the rest of them. Everyone thought I hated him, just because he disliked me. But I always respected him. I’ve said he was a bastard, but that’s probably one of the reasons I liked him. He knew ranks had to be formed, leaders had to be made, and he had the ego to make it happen. When I tried to walk past, he stopped me with a palm an inch away from my face. He gave me his usual buckets of insults that revolved around me not having a fairy. I couldn’t help but just stare at his little pig nose. It flared now and then, and more so when he could tell I didn’t give a rat’s ass about what he was saying. Navi flew out from behind me and Mido jumped back, eyes widened. I laughed at his insecurities. He was envious of me being summoned, and this confused him more than it should have. I stood there and laughed as I watched him torture himself with his own thoughts. He was getting pissed. He was the warden to his own mental prison cell, and was letting himself rot because of his jealousy. He appeared so weak. He did bring up a good point though... I needed some gear. He suggested a sword and shield. That path ahead isn’t talked about because of its flowers and luscious grass. I found a good time to strike, and questioned him on where his sword and shield were. He began stumbling over his words. I walked off.

I remembered I had seen a Deku Shield for 40 rupee at the Kokiri shop. Great, I was only 40 rupee short. The sword however... well, it was a mystery at the time of how I’d acquire one of those...


Evening all, hope you enjoyed what my brain juices have so far created. This was just a trial run at a little project I decided to whip up. I've seen some other renditions of stories that revolve around Ocarina of Time, all of which I thought were a bit cliche' and elementary, so I decided to go for a more personal approach. Rather than copying and pasting every piece of dialogue in the game and calling it a novel in 3rd person, I chose to make it more like the memoirs/autobiography of Link. It's a little differen't to what many people would have thought Link would think and act, but it's just my interpretation of making him into a dynamic and interesting character with flaws. Constructive feedback is greatly appreciated, and support to continue this story (if you think i should) is also appreciated.