Sorry once again for the long hiatus. This chapter is pretty short, but the next one is going to be slightly longer, or at least I hope it will be.

Anyway, I don't own anything from the Legend of Zelda series.

Enjoy!

Chapter 2: A Change of Pace

The air smells different. The soil hums a different energy. The trees sway to a different tune. The bodies of water in the far distance sparkle like a beautiful blue crystal. Not to mention the taste of malice hangs in the air that nearly chokes the Hero of Twilight. Zelda was right about one thing, this was not his Hyrule, not his time period. If he were to stay incognito, then his current form would have to change as he thought to himself. Link pulls out a strange looking artifact hidden underneath his green tunic. The artifact hangs around his neck by a silver chain. Soon, dark matter begins to pull into him transforming his body as he gets on all fours. His skin changes to black and white fur, hands and feet turning to paws, and nails transforming into claws. His human anatomy undergoes a transformation to that of a wolf's.

The Hylian Shield and his Master Sword disappeared along with his iconic green tunic and hat. Wolf Link quickly checks his mobility. Once that was finished, he quickly sets off in the direction his instincts tell him to be.

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It was strange to see the familiar blade humming once more in his left hand. The last he saw the sword was when he plunged it into Ganondorf's head before the Great Ocean washed it away along with the villain himself. The battle was nearly two and a half years ago for Link. The fourteen, almost fifteen, year-old Hylian gives the blade a few simple swings before sheathing the sword in its scabbard. Link then checks his pouches to see if there was anything else. His hand touches a cold metal piece, and he slowly brings it out into the open. He at the magical baton, reminding him of all of the good times he had with the King of the Red Lions and sailing across the vast open ocean to rescue his little sister. It was funny how something like going to save his sister turned into something much more than he ever thought possible.

Well, there is one thing that is certain, this Hyrule is certainly not underwater like his. Such a thought makes him wonder if he should have explored it more during his time that he was there, but what's done is done and there was no changing it now. What was already predestined by the Goddesses had already come to past. His only hope now is that he could help change the fate of this unknown Hyrule. A sudden rush of wind passes him, and Link frowns.

"That can't be good sign…," the young teen finally speaks, slightly gripping the Wind Waker in his left hand tighter. To be honest, when has anything that he has ever experienced in his life been a "not good feeling"?

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A young Hylian boy runs around a large open plain with a strange machinery giving chase. A sword tightly gripped in his left hand and the Hylian Shield being wielded by his right arm. The young boy could not properly assess the enemy unlike those in his past. He needed to stop them, but that would mean he would have to do that, which is something he didn't want to use unless it was dire. And right now, he seemed the situation pretty dire as he spots another one of those contraptions aiming another laser at him from his left side. With quick thinking, he puts the sword back in its sheath and the shield strapped on his back, and skids to a halt. Now facing the machines, he places both hands out in front of him and chants out loud, "Stop!"

The two strange-looking machineries suddenly pause what they were doing. Link acts quickly, knowing that the spell will not last forever, even if it gives him a good thirty minutes head start, he runs like his life depends on it. Something within him told him that it would take much more power to take those things down. Link finally manages to catch his breath while avoiding enemies that could kill him. With the enemies no longer chasing his tail, the eleven-year-old Hylian, although his mentally older, silently reflects on what had occurred as he pulled out the Fierce Deity Mask from his pouch. Link blinks before scrutinizing the mask.

"The spirit… it's not there," Those words passed his lips without him realizing it. After a few seconds, his mind finally catches up to him as he comprehends his own words with panic.

He shouts out loud, "Where the hell did the spirit go!? He can't just have disappeared out of the blue!"

An older and more experienced Link suddenly stops walking towards his intended destination. His red cape flutters in the wind, and at that moment he releases a sigh while massaging his temple, "I didn't go anywhere. I just returned to my real form."

He then looked towards the sky. "And I have a feeling that I might know who did it as well." He then proceeds onwards, staying highly alerted to possible enemies nearby.

Link slowly comes to a stop. Something about this situation felt off. No. Not even the "off" putting feeling didn't do any justice to what the older Link is feeling. Perhaps, "wrong" would be the better term for all of this. Yes. The word "wrong" felt much better in the context of this situation. Whatever this feeling of wrongness is, Link hopes nothing bad will happen later, but knowing his, er—their luck.

Link heaves a long and deep sigh, but no matter how much he wishes to know the truth, he rather not deal with the consequences of breaking one of the rules of someone had placed upon him. Link hopes that his other incarnations catch onto the rules if not well hopefully he will find some amusement from it.

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Preview to the next chapter:

Link glares at his small look-a-like as he pulls the bowstring back with the arrow in position: "Who the hell are you?" asked the Hero of the Sky.

"Link, Hero of Wind," answered the mini Link with bowstring pulled back ready to shoot his taller look-a-like.