O-Tay! Yea for being …sick? Yes being sick is one of the only reasons that you're getting this chapter. I'm sorry it took so long to update, but my headmaster hired me for some end of the summer cleaning and I was gone up to nine hours a day and when I got home my younger brother and sisters wanted to play so, there ya' go. I'm sorry if it's a little shorter than normal but I tried really hard. I'm not going to be updating very often because my school decided that it would be a good idea if they required that everyone take either a three hour drama class after school or do two sciences. (My school decided that I should do both drama and science because I'm special…life sucks) Any-WhoWho

blondie91: sorry it took so long to update, your reviews are always so nice. I really like them. And don't worry; I'll start bothering DEW to get her next chapter up soon.

Isaac's Girlfriend: Yes, that poor, poor fairy. But you haven't seen the worst of it.

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And to my two friends Chris and William, thanks for the reviews. But you guys can just e-mail me if you want to tell me what you think of it.

Okay, I might not be replying to all of these if I get a bunch in the next chapter but I will share my thoughts with a few of you.

Oh, and my mom believes that everyone is going to steal my story and somehow make millions off of it so…Disclaimer: I do NOT own Zelda, if I did I wouldn't have to share a room. But take out the Zelda and major Gunslinger stuff that's coming soon and I will own that basic story plot and the original characters, including Lyf (name and personality and wingless fairy part)

Glad that's done with.

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It was like freezing to death but never actually dying. That was how Lyf felt as she plummeted through the darkness. The creeping cold seeped into her bones and spread through her body. This numbing sensation lingered painfully in her chest as her head became lighter with every passing second in her rapid descent. She could not remember the last time she had seen the sun or felt its warmth on her skin. To her it was as if she had always lived in this dark and perpetual fall.

Then something appeared before her. It was a light. Lyf's eyes burned at the sight of it. How long had it been since she had fallen into this black world? A day? A month? An eternity could have passed without her realizing it. This eerie light called out to her and rushed towards her face. But for some reason, unknown even to herself, Lyf didn't want to enter this glow. There was something wrong with it; of course there was something wrong with this place too. But avoiding the light was beyond her control. Lyf had no power over her body or anything else around her for that matter.

The wingless fairy was blinded the moment she entered the glow. It forced her eyes shut and enveloped her entire body. But she continued to fall. Yet the same eerie feeling of freezing to death lingered. The light was worse than the darkness. In the darkness the cold feeling in her body had at least fit with the oblivion she had been living in, but here that feeling was displaced. She was supposed to be warm here and yet, she wasn't. Then suddenly, almost as soon as her descent into the light had begun, she hit something hard and cold. The glow around her subsided and became the darkness once more.

Her green eyes opened to see that it was night. Lyf was lying on something that was made of stone. She attempted to sit up and immediately regretted doing so. Every inch of her body ached. On her back, two deep tears bled and her knees looked as if they had been drug along some rocky surface. But the strangest thing was that she couldn't remember anything like that happening to her, nor how she had received the wounds on her back. Standing up, Lyf looked over her body. There was something wrong with what she saw. Lyf couldn't say what exactly but there was something unnatural about her body, something unfamiliar. And her surroundings weren't right either.

She was standing in a long and narrow alleyway. Doors and windows darkened by curtains lined the brick walls and stone street. Above the towering rooftops the moon shone brightly down on her. Its glow came down in small shafts of light, obscured by the smoke that was filtering from the chimneys. Broken glass shimmered in the moonlight, reflecting the light back at Lyf like a lantern. This wasn't right at all. Lyf felt that the towering rooftops should be trees, the smoke the whispering leaves in the nighttime breeze and the bits of glass needed to be fireflies. A forest. Was that where she had come from?

Lyf made her way down the alley, one hand on the wall for support. For some reason all she could remember was that she was from some forested place. Then the vision of a fairy garbed in black raced into her mind, entering crisp and clear. She could see the name of this fairy, she could see herself, but she was somehow different. The sharp memory faded almost as quickly as it had come. All Lyf could see when she tried to remember it was a faded and torn image.

She closed her eyes and tried to remember something beyond the fuzzy image. Lyf could see a girl dressed in a green, she was sitting on a stump playing something that looked like an ocarina. For a moment Lyf thought she knew the girl's name but like everything else in the image it slipped from her mind. The face of the girl and the song she was playing became distorted and fuzzy. But there were two feelings connected to this girl that stayed strong. They were feelings of guilt and betrayal. Had she hurt this girl somehow? What had happened to her?

Lyf didn't know much but she did know her name was and that she had hurt this girl in someway. And she had the strangest feeling that this girl had hurt her and that she had to find this girl. But where was she to look? Lyf had no idea where she was from, and she had recollection of what had caused her to be in this exhausted and injured state. Slowly she began to wander out of the alleyway and into the streets.

Lyf found herself wandering the streets well into the light of dawn. Navigating through the looming buildings was foreign to her, but she was discovering that many other things were just as strange to her. Everything from walking to simply the way she was able to look at the people who passed her by seemed peculiar. Lyf passed through a marketplace not long before noon. The people there were bustling about, all of them in a hurry to find the best bargain before another. Men and women hurried pass her without so much as a glance or word of greeting. The heat of midsummer began to affect her and so she sat upon the edge of a fountain and glanced at her reflection. But it didn't seem like it was her own. She looked at the young girl staring back at her. She couldn't have been more than twelve or thirteen. But that didn't seem right. She didn't feel like she was supposed to be a child. But then again, she didn't feel like she was supposed to be in a city either, and yet she was.

Several children ran past her, laughing as a young girl was dubbed the new "it." Lyf felt nostalgic watching the children around her. For a fleeting moment she was sure that another memory entered her mind's eye but it slipped away just as quickly as the others. But she was certain that she had seen several children and bright orbs partaking in the same game as these children. Maybe it was my imagination, she thought. But at this point Lyf couldn't be sure of the difference between imagination and memory for she had no real memories of her own, just distorted images.

Time passed quickly and Lyf found that the sun was beginning to set before she had gone left the market. The children and shoppers began to wander back home, none of them paying any attention to the lonely and lost girl sitting on the fountain edge. A mother passed by with two small children in tow. One pulled at his mother's hand and pointed at her basket. "Mom, I'm hungry. Can I have piece of bread?" The mother smiled warmly at her son and handed both him and his sister a slice. Again that nostalgic feeling overcame Lyf. She had in her head the fuzzy, distorted image of that same girl handing a small boy clad in green a loaf of bread. And with this memory came the painful reminder that she hadn't had anything to eat all day, if not longer.

Other questions invaded her troubled mind as her stomach groaned. How would she eat? She had no money, and she wasn't sure how to get any. And what about shelter, where would she sleep tonight? Would she be able to beg her way into someone's house? These problems and many others forced their way into her mind before she could stop them. In the end they could all be lumped together into one ultimate question: How was she going to survive?

Lyf couldn't exactly remember being with anyone before but she couldn't remember ever being alone either. The mother and her children turn a corner and disappear. Parents. Had she ever had any? She felt for a moment that she was going to cry. Her list of questions was getting larger and there were still no answers to any of them.

By the time Lyf had stood up there wasn't anyone left in the market. The nighttime sky was once again filling up with stars, their bright twinkle obscured by the wispy tendrils of smoke. She slowly made her way from building to building, wishing upon hope that something would spark a memory for her. As disturbing as these faded images were, Lyf felt that she couldn't go on without them. There was always a chance that one of them would be clear, or give her a better idea of where she came from.

The quiet of the night was interrupted with the sound of laughter and the deep singing voice of men. Lyf looked up to see a building whose windows were brighter than the others and full of lively men. She had never really heard that many deep voices singing together before and couldn't help but edge her way towards the entrance. She jumped slightly when the door opened and two men stumbled out, each one laughing his heart out. Lyf edged her way past them and inside the pub.

The inside of the pub was certainly warmer than it had been outside. But it was louder as well. Her sensitive ears told her to leave but something caught her eye. A man walked up to the counter and began talking to the bartender. He pointed to a bottle and asked for a glass, which a woman very quickly poured and slid over to him. But the thing that kept Lyf's attention was when he ordered a dish of food. The woman set it down in front of him, but instead of paying he merely said "put it on my tab."

For awhile Lyf watched as the man ate and drank. When he had finished he stood up and left. He hadn't paid for the food at all but the bartender and the woman didn't seem to care one bit. Summoning up her courage, Lyf walked forward to the counter and scrambled up the stool. She sat there in silence, not wanting to bother the woman as she took other orders. The bartender didn't appear to be doing anything in particular but she didn't want to bother him either. He was a tall gruff man whose face looked as if it had been forced into a permanent scowl.

After a long while the dark haired woman turned around and spied Lyf sitting in one of the oversized stools. Her head was bent low but her eyes were constantly looking up at her, silently pleading that she would be noticed. The woman walked forward and got eye level with Lyf. "Excuse me dear, do you need something?" she asked in a low, sweet voice. The green eyed girl nodded, her blonde hair falling into her face. "Do you want to tell me what it is?"

"Could I have some food?" Lyf whispered. She felt extremely nervous about being surrounded by so many loud and boisterous men.

"Do you have any money with you?" She asked her happy face turning into one concern for the young child.

Lyf looked uncertainly at the woman. "Put it on my tab?" Before the woman could say anything else the gruff bartender strode over to them and glared at the small girl in the stool before him.

"If ya' don' have any money," he snarled, "then I suggest you get out."

"But I," before Lyf could finish her sentence the man grabbed her around the arm and pulled her off the stool. Despite being behind the counter he was able to lead her around it and out the back door within seconds. Lyf tried pulling away from the man but his grip was firm and painful. With one strong thrust he had thrown her out of the pub and into the back alley.

"I don' have time fer little rupeeless kids to come beggin' at my doorstep, ya' hear? Now get and don' come back." With that he slammed the door. The light that had been streaming into her face earlier was cut off and she was left in darkness. Lyf felt like she was more lost and confused than ever. She felt as if more than the just light from the pub had been closed away from her. Lyf hadn't yet gotten up off the ground when the back door opened once more.

The dark haired woman from before slipped out and quickly spotted Lyf. She knelt down and handed her a small leather bag filled with green and blue rupees. "Take these," she whispered to her, "you need them more than I do." Without a second word the woman turned and walked back towards the pub, but found that something had caught the hem of her dress. Looking down she could see that it was Lyf holding onto it.

"Could you…could you tell me if there's a forest anywhere around here?" Lyf spoke. It was the first time she had spoken above a whisper to anyone since she had woken up and it seemed strange to her.

"There should be one or two about twenty miles east of here, but I don't suggest that you try to make the trip, there are many large fields and towns between here and there and each of them are filled with danger. Now I have to go or he'll notice that I've been gone." With those final words the woman disappeared into tavern.

Lyf stood, clutching the bag of rupees tightly in her hand. Who was she supposed to take with her? If she knew anyone she wouldn't be leaving in the first place. She turned and walked through the alleyways until she had found the main road again. When she had found the road she had also found a gate with a sleeping guard. Very quietly she snuck past him and onto the beaten path that led into the field.

She was still hungry and tired but she couldn't rest. She couldn't even stay in that town any longer. Lyf walked beneath the moonlight looking about her for something familiar, or perhaps someone who could give her more specific directions. But all she saw was a small rabbit nibbling on a piece of grass. It watched her in silence as she passed, thus doing something that only two other people had bothered to do that day. Acknowledge her existence.

Where are you going?

Asked the rabbit of the girl

I do not know good sir,

But I hope to find a better world.

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Well, I hoped you liked it. And since you've all been so good to me I've updated my bio to be a little more serious (do any of you actually care though?). Aside from that there aren't too many things that I've changed. Well, got to go.

Jaderill