So here we are guys, with my very first twenty chapter story! I'm very excited about this and I really hope you'll all enjoy it!

Thank you very much to Gwendybee of DeviantArt who drew the cover art! You can find the original here h-t-t-p-:/-gwendybee.-deviantart-.-c-o-m-/art/Reunited-322615814 (Remove -)

Thank you to Princess Zelda-figure skater for beta reading!

"Link Faron! Stop being such a child and get down here now!"

"I've told you a thousand times dad, I'm not going and that's final!"

I sigh, crossing my arms pointedly and putting on my best face of determination. It's unfair; I swear to Hylia that it should be against my human rights. He shouldn't be able to force me to leave my home like this. I wouldn't even have cared if I were only moving a few streets away; I could have handled even going to the other side of town. But to drag me away from everything I know, to move me to the middle of nowhere in the back of beyond is completely, utterly, unfair.

It's all mum's fault anyway, ever since she found out she was pregnant with her third child, she went crazy. She started to talk all about the good life, owning a farm, living off the land, just like she always wanted as a girl. At first dad reacted like me, laughed it off and told her she could always dream, but before long dad jumped right on that train to crazy town along with her. Aryll of course, had no clue what was going on. She's my little sister, and I love her to pieces, but she's six, she's too young to have a serious opinion in the matter. When she's a teenager who can't see her friends when she wants, when she can't get the bus because they don't go to the sticks, she'll see how awful an idea this is.

But of course, my parents didn't listen to a word I said. I told them it was a terrible idea, argued and argued and argued. But it got me absolutely nowhere. They told me I was too young to understand, that one day I'll thank them. I'm pretty sure I won't. I hated them for doing this, I still do. I can't believe they'd be so inconsiderate just to pick me up and operate my life like this. This city is all I've ever known, I was born and raised in Castle Town, and to just suddenly pull the rug out from under my feet is inhumane.

Suddenly I'm distracted from my thought patterns by my bedroom door being thrown open. It smacks against the plain white walls, dotted with pinholes and stubborn blue tack from where I used to hang all my sketches. My little sister Aryll appears in the doorway, holding the door handle with one pale arm, smiling at me with that sweet little mouth of hers. She's dressed in her blue sundress; she wears a deep blue cardigan over the top and sighs at me, making her curly little ponytails bob over her shoulders.

"Daddy says if you don't come downstairs he's coming up here and dragging you down himself."

I blow a loud raspberry, sitting tight where I am.

"Let him try." I smirk.

Aryll lets out another sigh, coming over and sitting down cross legged in front me. She pouts a little, taking one of my hands and giving me a pleading look. "Link, please!" She whines, "Living in the countryside will be so much fun! We can have pigs and cuckoos and sheeps and cows and-"

"Aryll!" I cut her off, holding out one hand and watching as she gives me a sad look with those big blue eyes of hers, just like my own. I sigh, "Look as cute as you like, I'm still not coming!"

"Fiiiiine…" she moans, climbing to her feet and running from my room. I listen as I hear her little brown leather sandals padding on the staircase as she calls "Daddy! He says he's not coming…"

I shuffle forward a little, not moving from my sitting position. I reach out one foot, still only wearing my socks, and kick my bedroom door shut with a satisfying slam. I shuffle back to my previous position, lying back and putting my hands underneath my head. I let out a heavy sigh as I stare up at the ceiling, casting my mind back over all the memories this little bedroom gave me. It was my nursery when I was a baby… I'm the oldest child, meaning that I get the biggest bedroom. I used to have a crib underneath the window and a big mobile with a silver moon and stars. Dad had blue tacked a collection of those white glow in the dark plastic stars to my ceiling and apparently as a baby, I used to love it.

When I started primary school we redecorated my room, dad helped me to paint pictures of lots of jungle animals on the wall because I used to have an obsession with the film 'The Jungle Book'. I'd watch it every weekend after Sunday dinner. We painted bears and lions and tigers and monkeys all over my room. I had a huge collection of stuffed animals and I used to cuddle them all at night. My favourite was always a small toy bird. It was bright red and was made of lovely soft materials. Mum used to tell me bedtime stories about the Goddess' Chosen Hero, who apparently had a giant bird like my toy that he used to fly on. It was called his Loftwing… I guess that's why I used to love that toy so much.

As I started growing up I decided that animals, soft toys and 'The Jungle Book' were no longer cool. So for my thirteenth birthday, I asked to redecorate my room again. I painted one wall a deep forest-green colour, because it was supposedly the colour of the Hero's tunic, though I told everyone I just liked the colour… I painted all the other walls a neutral stony colour and ripped up all my grassy carpet and replaced it with hardwood flooring and a striped rug. I began to de-clutter my room and threw away my copy of 'The Jungle Book', my old stuffed toys, and even my red Loftwing. He was always there if I was having a bad day… and I kind of wish I had him right now…

I sit up, curling into a small ball, hugging my legs and resting my chin on my knees. I'll really miss this old bedroom; I've had so many memories in this little slice of my life. Crawling across the floor playing with my stuffed animals, Aryll stealing all my power rangers and making them be her dolly's husbands, they married in the corner underneath the shelf. I remember getting my first TV in here and spending all day sat on my bed playing video games on my Nintendo. I glance over to my little wooden desk, where I spent many a sunny afternoon sketching and doodling and drawing in my sketchbooks. I drew pictures of all the jungle animals, I drew mum and dad and Aryll, city-scapes and pictures of the Legendary Hero and her Grace Hylia, flying on their Loftwings and battling the Demon Lord.

The bedroom door is thrown open again and mum makes her way in, resting one hand on her rather large baby bump underneath her pink geometric print top. She puts her other hand on her hip, giving me her sternest look.

"Link, how long do you plan to continue playing up like this?"

I sigh, turning to look at her. She bears the same cerulean blue eyes and blond hair as me, but he has slightly paler skin than I, much like Aryll.

"Mum, it's not fair! You can't force me to move… this city means so much to me!" I say.

She shakes her head slowly, closing her eyes and gently stroking her baby bump "You'll love Lon Lon Ranch as much as you love Castle Town, and besides… it's what's better for your new little brother or sister!"

"But mum, I-"

"Five minutes, Link!" She says, cutting me off as she holds up one hand, displaying five fingers. And with that, she turns heel and walks away, leaving my bedroom door wide open.

I sigh, reluctantly getting to my feet as I begin to pace around the room, running my fingers along the cold smooth walls, trying to capture the essence of the room before I leave, never to see it again. I come to a stop by the window, glancing down at the city street below me. Yellow taxis zoom past, only to be stalled later by the red traffic lights. Pedestrians hurry around the streets, holding shopping bags, brief cases or backpacks. I sigh… busy streets and busy lives, that's one thing I always loved about the city, I could be anonymous, I could hide amongst the chaotic streets. In the countryside… that won't be an option.

I pull myself away from the window, turning and stooping down to pick up my small travel bag, the only thing left in this now empty room. As I walk slowly towards the door, the floorboards creak beneath my weight. I reach the white painted wooden poor, and I carefully push the light switch, turning off the ceiling light. The room is instantly plunged into shadow as I let out a deep sigh, taking one last look at my childhood room.

"Goodbye old friend…"

And with that, I carefully step out of the room, closing the door behind me with an audible click. The dusty pink carpet is soft beneath my feet as I pad down the staircase in my slightly dirtied white socks. Dad, mum, and Aryll are all waiting in the hall, where they stand between the last few boxes. Removal men are dashing in and out of the house, picking up the last few boxes labelled "Living Room" and running out of the door with them. Dad gives my shoulder a comforting stroke as I reach the bottom of the stairs.

"It's alright son," he says. "I know you'll miss this place, but you'll learn to love Lon Lon, just you wait and see!"

"Doubt it…" I mutter under my breath as he turns towards the door, tugging on the sleeves of his slightly-too-big orange and brown striped jumper. He then hitches his glasses a little further up his nose, his deep black hair slightly messy from the wind outside as he picks up another box, handing it to a removal man.

I sit myself down on the bottom step of the staircase, rummaging through my travel bag until I find my coat and pair of black converse trainers. All along the canvas I've doodled with tipex pen, drawing things from the legends like the triforce and the Goddess crest… I like to think of it as personalising my shoes. Mum gives me one of her looks, she's never really approved of my customized footwear, but she lets it slide given the circumstance.

Once I'm all finished, I pick up my travel bag and hitch it up onto my shoulders, throwing my hands deep into the pockets of my coat as I approach the front door. The wind instantly hits me the second I step outside, blowing my blond hair into my eyes. I watch from the front porch as dad locks the door, and then carefully puts the keys into a brown envelope, which he then hands to the estate agent who's waiting for us. She shakes mum and dads hands and carefully slips Aryll and little chocolate in a wrapper when mum's back is turned. She wishes us all the best in our new home, then climbs back into her shiny black car and zooms away.

I stare up at the large removal van in silence. All our stuff is stacked right up to the very top of the van, everything from my TV to mum's Lanayru cactus. It all piles picariously as one of the removal men jumps up, gripping the handle of the pull-down door. Wrenching hard and dropping the white paneling over the back of the van, locking my whole life away inside.

"Link, are you ready to go?" Dad asks.

I turn quickly, looking at our red family car. Mum is already sat in the front seat, a little squashed, adjusting the radio. Aryll sits in the back, happily singing the wrong lyrics to a pop song blaring from the car, as dad stands behind his open door, watching me with a hopeful smile.

I don't give him a reply, because honestly, I'm not ready. Instead, I simply approach the car in silence, pulling open the back left hand door and settling down in the seat next to Aryll as I dump my travel bag in the foot well. She gives me a big grin, showing the gap in her front teeth as she does. I sigh, rummaging through my pocket and pulling out my iPod. I quickly plug in the ear buds, drowning out my family with some music as I turn and stare out of the window…

This is going to be a long journey.