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~Chapter One- Links~

“What did I do to deserve this?” a boy whined as he ran through the corridors of Hyrule Castle. His footsteps were muffled by the many others that were chasing him. The light of a guard’s torch glimmered at the end of the room.

“We got him, now!” the guard in front of the boy yelled.

“We have you trapped, intruder!” another yelled from behind him. The boy heard more armor clanking, and a chill ran down his spine. He really was trapped. A window! That was what he needed. A window!

Come on, Warro, you know there’s got to be one somewhere, the boy thought as the guards closed in on him. You can’t let yourself be caught right now! His crimson eyes darted around, looking for a window he could escape from. The guards were inching closer and closer. He did not have much time, and he knew it would be futile to fight against them all, but then again… How many are there? Warro thought. He dared not look behind him, but he estimated that there were about twelve in all, equally divided n both sides.

“He’s planning to fight!” a guard yelled as Warro brought a hand up to the hilt of the wooden sword on his back.

“It’s just a stick, don’t worry. We can easily subdue him,” another said from behind him. Oh, how wrong those guards were to underestimate the young lad known as Warro; for while his sword may be made of wood, his speed is comparable to the finest horse, and that is what he demonstrated. Warro darted towards the small group of guards in front of him, because the window, which he had sought, was behind them all. He had felt the cold breeze of the night enter through it. He leapt up with ease and was briefly clearly visible in the light from the six torches. A tunic and hat the color of gold, brown hair with long side burns, which had golden ribbons braided into them, blazing red eyes, and a black cross under his left eye. This was the imposter that the guards learned of in a tip-off from a trusted ally.

An imposter of who was not to be questioned; it was clearly obvious. This boy was an imposter of Link, the young hero of Castle Town. The boy landed behind the guards and just before the first could grab him, the wooden blade connected with his waist. If the sword had struck higher, it would have just bounced off the armor protecting the guard’s chest. The guard cried out in pain and clutched his side as Warro said in a jokingly way,

“Tag, you’re it!” He hopped over the ledge of the window and fell through the air. This was not a good idea, he thought as he fell. It was a really large drop. What did the Skull Kids in the Lost Woods tell him? It was what he should do if he fell from a tree. This wasn’t a tree, but it sure was as tall as one from the Woods. There was not much distance between him and the ground now. Roll as I land! Warro recalled. He crouched down and felt a minor sting as he rolled. It was not perfect, but he avoided hurting his legs, and possibly breaking any bones. Where was he, though? In the night, everything looked so much different. He had infiltrated the castle as the sun was setting.

“There he is! Hurry up and catch him!” Warro turned and noticed that many more guards were coming in from the sides.

“Why me?” Warro groaned as he rose and took off again, but unfortunately, this time his speed worked against him. He stumbled and fell to the ground.

“Get him before he can get back up!”

The clanking of armor was all he could recall, as the next moment he woke up on the cold floor of another unfamiliar area. His head pounded and his eyes felt heavy.

What happened? he thought. One moment he was outside, the next he was in a… in a… where was he anyways?

“I thought I was guarding a dead man for awhile there.”

“What?” Warro asked. He turned around and found that he was trapped in a prisoner’s cell. The bars were all he needed to see; he heard about how the castle kept criminals in these cells for years. I’m not a criminal! he panicked. It’s all a misunderstanding! He ran to the bars and grasped them. He pulled his face close and looked through them. There were three empty cells visible, making it safe to assume he was the only prisoner. To his left stood a guard, whom he believed was the man who thought he was guarding a dead man.

“You. I thought you were dead after awhile,” the guard laughed. He lifted his left arm and a small tinkle of metal made its existence known. On a small ring a key was, and the guard spun it around on his index playfully. “This job is quite boring, but I’m lucky you aren’t dead—well, yet anyways.”

“What do you mean?”

“The King is allowing his daughter to decide your punishment. After all, it was you who snuck up on her in her sleep. It’s a good thing our Gerudo allies warned us. If they didn’t, you could have had your way with her… or worse.”

“Or worse?”

“Oh, come on, it’s every boy’s dream to meet a princess. I’m quite sure you’d want to have her all to yourself! You even went through all the trouble to make a horrible disguise as Link! I mean, yellow, man? Come on, that’s nothing like green at all!”

“Are you kidding? The Deku Tree sent me!”

“Just like Link was?”

“Who?”

“Link! You know, the boy who stopped a robbery in Castle Town, stopped the serial kidnappings in Kakariko, the one who saved Princess Zelda from assassination plots? That Link?”

“Never heard of him.”

“But you wear the same outfit as him, only it’s yellow!”

“As Link?”

“As Link!”

“You may be right. They said that one of their best friends wore an outfit similar to this when they gave it to me,” said Warro.

“They?”

“The Skull Kids.”

“You’re from the forest? Well, that makes the job a lot easier. A kidnapper from the forest. I always thought that large chunk of wood was up to something.”

“Chunk of—You jerk, the Great Deku Tree would never plot against the Royal Family. Ever!”

“And you say the Gerudoes are lying to us?”

“No, it has to be a misunderstanding.”

The familiar clanking of armor was heard and a pair of knights appeared at the bottom of the steps. One of the knights nodded to the guard and the guard did so in return. The guard turned back to Warro.

“Be grateful. The Princess has paid you a visit.”

“That’s why I came here in the first place!”

“At this hour of night? If it was so urgent, why do you not have a seal of your master?” a voice answered pleasantly. Warro wanted to stick his head through the bars of his confinement so badly. Princess Zelda was so beautiful. Her long, golden locks of hair were braided with white ribbons at the sides, and in a much more elegant way than Warro’s.

“I-I was sent by the great Deku Tree!” Warro exclaimed. “He cannot give a seal, as he cannot write!”

“Yet he gave a stone to Link when he sent him to my castle six years ago,” Zelda said, walking over to Warro’s cell and kneeling down. Her blue eyes met his red ones. They looked like total opposites. An uncivilized boy from the forest, and the princess of the Royal Family were the most unlikely encounter in the history of the world, however it happened once before, and it happened again.

“Stone?”

“Yes, Link was sent with the Spiritual Stone of the Forest,” Zelda said with a smile. “I know the Great Deku Tree well. I am quite sure he would have sent something.”

“Princess, the Great Deku Tree sensed a problem in the forest!”

“Don’t believe him, Princess! Ganondorf himself told us that somebody was coming to kidnap you!” the guard, who spoke to Warro said.

“I understand,” Zelda said. “I can sense a darkness surrounding this boy, too. Can you tell me how old you are?” Warro’s eyes widened. How old he was? He took several steps back and counted on his fingers.

“Um…” Warro counted on his fingers, trying hard to remember how old he was, but he could not. He remembered how long he was in the forest. He held up six fingers. “This many!”

“Six?” Zelda stepped back and let out a small giggle. “Why do you think that?”

“I spent six years in the forest, what do you think?” Warro answered. Why did she laugh? he wondered. She’s making fun of me! This thought angered him, and he scowled at Zelda.

“What is it?” she asked.

“Let me give my message, and I’ll go,” Warro said.

“But you do know the position you are in, do you not?” Zelda asked. “We were tipped off about your arrival. Even if you had no intention of kidnapping, me, you accidentally—“

“Oh, that!” Warro said nervously. He didn’t realize that the Skull Kids’ way of waking him up to play was considered rude.

“And you interrupt other people, too!”

“Your orders, Princess?”

“He stays here for the night. I must get back to sleep,” Zelda responded with a yawn. Warro noticed that she was wearing her nightgown underneath that white rob of hers and he took several steps back as Zelda cast a nasty look at him as she walked back up the steps with the knights. After everyone left, the guard walked in front of Warro’s cell and said,

“You’re one lucky b*****d. What did you even do to her?”

“Is poking random spots of the body that bad?” Upon hearing this, the guard brought his palm to his face with a light laugh.

“You really are a lucky b*****d; I think the Princess is procrastinating again, as usual. Just try to get some sleep.”


It would be only thee hours later that Warro would be awoken once more from his sleep.

“Hey, kid,” the guard said. “Kid, wake up!”

“Wh…what time is it?”

“It’s early in the morning, but I got some news.”

“What?”

“We found an intruder in the castle. He’s far more elusive than you, and he is also dressed like Link.”

“So, can I be set free?”

“Nope, I’m under the Princess’s orders.” Warro groaned just as the “No” part of “Nope” came out from his mouth. So, there was a misunderstanding, but why is he still here?

“Why?”

“You’re perverted.”

“Perverted?”

“You…” the guard sighed with a face in his palm. “You really are dimwitted, aren’t you?”

“Is that good?” Warro asked, tilting his head.

“If it doesn’t kill you, I guess.”

“So, can I be set free? That won’t kill you.” The guard rested against the wall and let out a hum of thought. He tapped his finger against this chin and finally said,

“Alright.”

“So, where is the key?” Warro asked.

“You have to guess, though,” the guard explained. “Which hand do you think I’m holding it in? If you guess right, you can go.”

“And if I guess wrong?”

“That’s for me to decide,” the guard said with a smirk. He held out his hands and said, “Now, choose.” Warro looked at both hands intently, trying to decide which hand held the key. He recalled how the guard held the key on a ring, which had spun around his finger. This was a cinch.

“This one,” Warro said, reaching out from his cell and tapping the guard’s left hand. The guard smirked and opened both hands.

“Nope.”

“You just said that you’d--”

“I know, I know,” the guard laughed. In both hands, he did not have the key. “I just liked seeing your face.” He reached into his pocket and unlocked the door. “I have a little problem with how they treat me here, so I’m going to let you go, but you owe me one.”

“Right,” Warro said. “Thanks a bunch!” He walked out of his cell, yawning and headed towards the table, where he took his wooden sword. He ran up the steps and into another unfamiliar place. It was the courtyard, but a part he had not seen, and the darkness made parts of it hard to see. He took slow steps, keeping his pace slow, should he hear something important, or signal him to get out of the area fast. He heard the clanking of armor, and some yelling.


“Damn, he’s even faster than that guy we captured earlier!” Warro heard.

Faster than me? thought Warro He took several more steps, and then he felt a chill run down his spine. The clanking of armor was getting closer. He picked his pace up and kept on walking, but he bumped into something and landed on his bottom. Warro looked up, and grasped his sword tightly. A pair of crimson eyes stared down from the abyssal darkness of the figure before him. Even in the darkness of the early morning, Warro could see the figure of the person before him. His figure was very similar to his, and a hat shaped just like his blew in the wind, and then he saw a blade of darkness pointing at him. Warro moved himself back, but could not get onto his feet. The eyes did not blink, the eyes did not move, and the eyes did not seem to care that from behind Warro were the guards, whom he was skillfully evading, approaching with their signature clanking.

“The prisoner escaped!” a guard yelled, as a dozen lantern lights lit up around Warro. The dark figure before him was in clear view, now. Warro judged from the mistakes the guards had about him, this must be the real imposter of Link. His body was completely dark, his eyes were just as red as Warro’s, and a long black sword was pointed at Warro’s head.

So, if he’s the imposter, and if I was mistaken for him... Warro thought to himself. “I’m the imposter of Link’s imposter!”

The imposter stepped back into the darkness, and disappeared again, just as the guards seized Warro, which could lead to only one place: the cell that he had just escaped from.