Chapter 1: Introductions

The Kokiri were in disarray. Their guardian, the Great Deku Tree, fell victim to some horrid disease and was now gone. Hyrule's gallery of monsters was slowly encroaching on the Kokiri village's territory. No guardian, and new dangers around every corner. Don't be mistaken, there was no rioting or chaos amongst the population. However, dread was spread throughout like the very same plague that took their guardian.

The pressure drove Mido nuts.

With the Great Deku Tree gone, the Kokiri had turned to him as a de-facto leader. After all, that's what he called himself.

"What are we to do?"

"Should we start arming ourselves?"

"What happened to the Great Deku Tree?"

"What's going on Mido?"

He could hear every one of these questions and more as he paced back and forth in his tree house. How was he supposed to know what to do? He was just as clueless as the rest of them were and yet they thought they could dump all this responsibility onto him. The small voice in the back of his head telling him that he brought it upon himself was drowned out by the stress fueled rage he felt at his brethren. 'A nice walk in the woods could do me some good.' He thought to himself, stopping his pacing to do so. "Yeah." He said to no one in particular. "I'll do just that." Within minutes he was stomping through Kokiri Forest in the direction of the lost woods, hoping that some time away from the village would help him cool down some. None of his fellow forest children even bothered to look in his direction as he entered the tunnel that lead there, each knowing full well that it was best just to leave the boy alone until he returned.

The sounds of the forest surrounded Mido. The chirping of crickets and the scurrying of smaller animals would be the boy's personal symphony for the time being. It was here where his mind began to wander to more pleasant thoughts. 'Now I see why Saria enjoyed these so much.' He thought with a slight smile. Despite her dislike of him and his cocky nature he couldn't help but be infatuated with her. Her beautiful green hair and her perfect smile could brighten anyone's day, even in these trying times they were facing. Mido happily sighed before taking a few extra minutes of time in the woods to cool down. With his demeanor at least a bit calmer he began to turn back towards the village when a bright light caught his eye. A sphere of light, not much larger than a deku nut, was floating in the middle of a clearing by Mido. At first glance one could possibly mistake it for a fairy, but the cold stillness the object projected would cast such assumptions off after a minute of observation. Mido grew curious and began to walk to the light in hopes of getting a better look at it. With this attempt garnering no further information on the entity, Mido reached out and stuck a finger into the pulsating bulb. He found it had a consistency not unlike water, allowing his finger to slip right through it. It was then that the light began to shine brighter, and before Mido could even think to react the sphere expanded at a tremendous rate, swallowing the boy and the forest around him within mere seconds.

She was worried like nothing else. How could she not be? The love of her life had gone to wake the Windfish while all she could do was stand here worrying in the village square. Tarin, her father, had tried to reassure her. Link was a very "capable lad" as he put it. Yet she couldn't bring herself to just let go of this sinking feeling in her gut.

'He'll be fine.' She thought to herself. 'He'll wake the Windfish, make his wish, and then he'll be back. After all….'

"...I promised I'd take you to see Hyrule didn't I?" His words flowed through her head and she felt a blush creep onto her cheeks at the image of his face. Even as he was leaving to go on a dangerous quest he still found ways to make her heart flutter.

'That's why….' The fact that she had to steel herself for the mere thought of it reminded her of just how little experience she had with the emotion. 'That's why, when he comes back, I'll tell him that…..that….' Her face scrunched in annoyance at how difficult this was for her. "That I love him." She whispered out. A sigh escaped her lips as she released a breath she didn't even realize she'd been holding in. This was the last thing she needed right now, more stress on top of the worries she had about Link's fate. With nothing else to do, Marin began to sing the Ballad of the Windfish. It was the closest thing to a relief from the stress that she had. The notes carried through the village's salty sea air, and she could see the smaller animals begin to gather around her. She closed her eyes as she lost herself in the music.

Her shut eyelids however, made her not privy to the not one, but two streams of light that began to engulf the island. One stemmed from the egg of the Windfish, and unbeknownst to Marin signified the being's waking and the simultaneous demise of the dream world it had created in its slumber. The other however, was faster. It stemmed from an unknown point of origin, yet seemed to be trying its best to beat the other sphere of light in a competition to see who could engulf more of the island first. The latter got to the red haired girl faster, and in a second she was engulfed in the light's hungry embrace.

The crow of a cuckoo brought Cremia out of her sleep. She smacked her lips and stretched her arms in a vain attempt to try and delay the inevitable task of getting out of bed and starting the day. Within a minute she resigned herself to her fate and climbed out of her bed. She went through the motions of the morning in an automatic fashion, the sleep never truly leaving her eyes as she got dressed, made breakfast, and walked out of the door to her and her sister's farmhouse.

No, it was the sight of the moon in the sky that jolted Cremia from her morning daze.

'Is that a...face?' She asked herself with wide eyes as she stared at the celestial rock's unnerving new visage. And worse yet, as she stared at it for a few minutes she noticed something else. 'Is that thing, moving?' Before she could mull that detail over her dress was being tugged by her little sister's hand.

"Sis?" Romani asked as she looked up at her older sibling. This snapped Cremia's attention away from the moon.

"W-what is it Romani?" She asked, trying to not let her frazzled demeanor show through.

"Could Romani take the day to begin practicing?" The little sibling inquired, having thankfully been oblivious to her older counterpart's current emotional state.

"Practicing for what?" Cremia asked, genuinely curious as to what her sister was talking about.

"For when They come silly!" Romani responded with a giggle. Cremia felt a small smile creep onto her face as she remembered what Romani was talking about. Every year around this time, cows would go missing from the ranch. Cremia knew it had to be bandits of some kind, perhaps the nasty Gorman brothers that their ranch competed with. But Romani insisted that the cows were stolen by some strange creatures that flew down in a "ball of light" as the little one had called it. She had even gone so far as to try and take up archery to "defend" the ranch from "them". Usually Cremia would say no to the girl. After all there was too much work to do on the ranch and with their parents' passing there were even less hands to do it with. But the pleading puppy dog eyes that came from Romani's gentle face struck a chord with Cremia. Her little sister was after all, still little. She deserved some free time every once in awhile, even at times like these.

"Sure." Cremia said. With a cheer and a hasty thank you Romani had rushed back into the house, no doubt prepping her bow and some balloons for target practice. The elder girl couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy at the young one's ability to be so carefree and constantly joyful. Oh how Cremia longed for the days when she could still live that way. With a wistful sigh she opened the door to the barn, only to be greeted with a small sphere of light floating in front of one of the cows. She gasped a bit at the unfamiliar fixture, but calmed under the assumption that it was just a fairy that had lost its way. "Hello." Cremia tried, hoping to elicit a reaction. "Have you lost your way?"

Stillness was her only reply.

"I think there's a fairy fountain in North Clock Town if you're looking for some help. I can't imagine I'd be of much assistance in fairy problems. Heh heh." Cremia chuckled.

The further stillness began to irk the ranch woman.

"Look, if you're not gonna talk could you at least get out of the way. This IS a ranch and I have work to do." She huffed out in slight annoyance.

Stillness.

"Fine then. Be that way." She stated as she began to walk towards the light in the hopes of knocking it out of the way so she could work. But where she expected to hear a bump and a gasp as she hit the light, she felt nor heard nothing. Turning back around she realized that she had walked straight through the object, and that made her all the more wary of the strange light's origins. "What even is this?" She asked herself as she leaned into it, only to be gifted with a sudden flash of light that engulfed everything around her.

Another thud rang out through the dark woods as the drunkard stumbled into another tree for what felt like the fiftieth time that night. Groaning to himself he pushed off of the bark and began to trek further down the path, barely able to walk in a straight line. If anyone had seen the man they would have felt boundless amounts of pity for him, and he was well aware of this fact. He hated it. He didn't need their pity. He was Linebeck! A true man of the sea! He was a lone wolf, a self made man who didn't need anyone's help. Especially not some good for nothing, annoying, sparkling, fai-

SMACK

He slapped himself. He had let his thoughts go too far again. He thought that he had finally drank enough alcohol that night to halt them, but it seemed that hadn't been the case. Reaching into the inner part of his coat he found his trusty flask. A quick shake revealed that it still had some goods left in it. 'Good.' He drunkenly smirked to himself. 'Those lousy bartenders may be able to stop me from drinking their stuff, but ol' Linebeck's a resourceful one!' He took a triumphant swig from the flask, only to fall flat on his ass and let out a groan of pain. 'Yeah, don't even need them. All I need is me.' He kept his mental tirade going as he sat there in the dirt. Somewhere deep down there was a voice telling him that he shouldn't be doing this, that he was better than this. That they wouldn't have wanted this, that she wouldn't have wanted this. But that voice didn't know any better. It didn't mind the pain he felt on the rare mornings that he woke up on his ship sober, when he could fully relish in the glory of his loneliness.

And so he emptied his flask of the last drop. He tossed it away after that, his foggy thoughts keeping him from rationalizing that he'd have to get a new one by doing so. He took this time to look at his surroundings. Dark trees for as far as he could se-

Wait.

Further down the road.

A sphere of light floated in the center of the road through the woods. Being the only bright object in the vicinity, it caught Linebeck's attention. Maybe it was the copious amount of alcohol he drank, or the aching denial he had for the reality of his situation, but he could have sworn he had seen it before.

"Ci-Ciela?" Linebeck choked out. He stumbled to his feet and began to make his way towards the light. "Ciela?" He asked again. When no response came, he felt rage take hold of his being. "After all we've been through. After all the time that I spent…" He couldn't finish the statement out of fear that what little pride he had left would shatter like glass. "You can't even bring yourself to talk to me?" Silence was the only response to his inquiries. Having not yet realized that he was essentially talking to himself in a one sided shouting match, Linebeck felt his blood boil even more. "You know what? Fine! I don't need your pity! I can look after myself! Now go shove off! Good riddance!" He turned and stomped to the best of his ability back the way he came. His last retort did nothing but bring up memories of their last encounter, and the guilt that came with it. Yet he wouldn't apologize. No, that wasn't what Linebeck did. He wouldn't so much as turn to face that bitch again. Not even as her light got brighter and brighter….

'Wait...Ciela couldn't…' Before he could turn around to right this case of mistaken identity he was engulfed in an expanding sphere of light that took mere seconds to swallow up the island itself.

The man smiled as he watched his prizes surround him. Entire realms of time and space were now his to command. Every second of everything that ever is, was, will be, and could have been was at his fingertips. He was now in a word, a god. There was nothing the goddesses of any of these realms could have done to stop him. At least not directly. You see, his newfound omnipotence made him well aware of a few of the goddesses' incarnations' trickery. Thinking that if they spread those pathetic medallions that some hero would come along and play savior once again. But he would have none of that. Every part of each of these realms had been whisked away to his control immediately, including their heroes. There was now no one who could stop him, and he had made sure of that….

A/N:

This was a strange concept that developed from a question of mine. "How could I get one character from each section of the timeline into a single adventure?" So I put together a quick outline, wrote out a chapter, and badda-bing-badda-boom here we are. Reviews and criticisms will be very much appreciated.