Hey hey, yall. This is my first story here at FF.net. This is NOT my first
fanfiction, so I've had a bit of practice. My spelling might not be the
best, but it's a LOT better than most of the fanfictions out there. See ya
at the end of Ch. 17! Oh, And I'll try to get the italics working when my
blasted computer will.
Chapter 1: A Little to Level-Headed
Something wasn't right. Phil was feeling disoriented. He felt disproportioned. But he could hear better than he could before. What significance was there in that? He could hear echoes in a cave, and flickering fire. But he couldn't hear anything that sounded remotely human. His parents were supposed to be home, weren't they? He couldn't remember.
Then the room shifted. Phil regained his balance. He could stand up again. And he was holding something. He lifted it up for his eyes to see it. A sword. A long sword, with a symbol engraved on the hilt. It looked like three triangles shaped like a . . . a triforce. A triforce? It was making some sort of quasi-sense now.
He was playing videogames in his room an hour ago. Was it an hour? It seemed longer. It might have been weeks for all he knew. But he did know one thing. He was playing Ocarina of Time. That was all he could remember. No, wait, he remembered his girlfriend, minutes before. Jenna. Jenna Pikanne. Jenna was in his room, studying with him for his exam Friday. But the exam didn't matter now.
His parents were heard in the driveway. Phil and Jenna exchanged goodbye kisses as Jenna left the room and out the door. Then Phil turned on his Nintendo 64. That was it.
But what did that have to do with this? There was no explanation; none that he knew of, other than he fell asleep. Phil pinched himself. Real as day, he thought.
Now, the important thing was at first hand, how did he get out of here? Maybe by getting out of here he could find some answers. Which way should he go? He was standing in a stone hallway, lit dimly by torches, more likely than not several yards below the ground. Well, he wasn't going to get anywhere by standing around. Might as well go forward. He adjusted his sunglasses and walked further down the hallway. He turned a corner all but six feet from his starting point, and walked down the next hallway. Then he stopped. Something was watching him.
Phil looked up. There was some sort of spider up in the rafters. A Skullita! IT WAS A SKULLITA! A real one at that. Phil readied his sword, and inched forward. The skullita came down as Phil supposed would happen. The skullita turned its back to Phil, so he gave it a slash. A slash that did not have any force behind it at all.
Get a grip of yourself, Phil thought, this isn't a video game, after all! The skullita turned its back again, and this time Phil gave it a more vigorous swing. The skullita fell to the ground and vaporized. Was this a video game? Phil scratched his head, but another voice inside him told him everything was just fine.
For the next few minutes, Phil was getting used to using his sword, although he was still far from even being remotely good. If he didn't run into any Stalfos, he might make it out of this dungeon alive. Skullitas were most abundant, but they didn't do much for one's practice.
Phil reached another staircase going up. If he had to fight another room of slimes, he might as well keel over dead right now. Who knew that slimes like them could be so tough? In all his years of video game playing, slimes were the easiest to kill out of anything. Perhaps he had taken Link's own training with a sword for granted. But wasn't link left-handed? Phil switched the sword to his left hand.
Suddenly, the balance of the sword increased. It swung easier. No time for explanations now, that was beneficial, he wasn't one to complain. After all, it was for his benefit. Why he didn't go nuts when he woke up was that he only realized that going nuts would just hinder him from returning home. And anything but to not return back to his neighborhood with Jenna.
Opening the trap door, Phil climbed into yet another stonewall room. He held his sword forward, ready for something to attack him. And as he suspected, something did attack him, only from behind. The slash from a sword tore his T-shirt, but just missed his flesh. Phil quickly turned around. Oh, no, he thought, a stalfos. And himself without a shield.
Or didn't he? Phil noticed an old wood shield on the ground, probably belonging to another stalfos at one time. Phil dived to it as the standing stalfos took another swing at him. Breaking into a roll, Phil took up the wooden shield. He quickly slid his arm into it and blocked another attack from the stalfos. Phil then leaped forward with his sword, striking the stalfos. A hit! Now if only he could do that another three or so times. Blocking another strike, his sword and the stalfos's met. He took another swing, and another, each time clashing with the stalfos. Phil ducked another mighty swing from the stalfos, and kicked it in the side. The stalfos was winded, if you could say that about something without lungs. Phil lashed out with another mighty blow, then charged forward, crushing the skeleton underneath his shield.
It was over, finally. He swore and reminded himself never to do something that stupid again, although he knew he would have to. Phil walked out the wooden door on the opposite side of the room, into another hallway. Phil raised his shield above his head, hoping that any protruding skullitas would hit the shield instead, and walked for the door on the opposite end of the hallway. Upon reaching that goal, he opened the door.
Light. Sunlight, Phil saw as he walked out of his prison. He raised his hands up in triumph. No more baddies. At least for now. Now, he had to find out what he was going to do about getting home. He started off in a random direction.
"Where are you going, Philip?" A voice called from above him. Phil looked up into the tree behind him, where sat the Owl.
"You . . . know my name?" Phil asked the bird.
"I know much." The Owl replied, giving a hoot with that.
"Can you tell me why I'm here?"
"You will find out soon. Hoot."
"Soon? Why can't you tell me?"
"Because the time is not right, young Philip. You must got to Kakario town, where you will find out where to go next."
"Where is Kakario town?" Phil asked, a bit unsurprised.
"Go through this valley, until you find a field. After you cross the river on the far side, you will reach the town between the mountain. Hoot! Behind that rock over there, you will find clothes better suited for this land. Hoot!" And the owl flew off.
Clothes? Well, Phil would kind of stick out in a half-ripped T-shirt and blue jeans. Phil walked over to the rock the Owl mentioned.
Not bad clothes at all, he thought after putting them on. A brown jerkin, with a red scarf, and dusty green pants with leather boots. Not bad at all. Except for the underwear, Phil decided he's rather wear his boxers instead. Taking his sword, he cut off the bottom strap of the cloth knickers and another to make one strip of fabric. He used this to make a tie a band around his head. Now, he looked like a Hylian, not including the shades, of course. He set off for the valley.
It was dusk by the time he reached the village. And he was tired, too. All that walking wasn't good for his legs. He wasn't really accustomed to any outdoor activity, except playing out mocked Legend of Zelda battles with his younger brother. He trotted his way to the local inn, and maybe some of those rupees that he found in the field would come in handy. Phil opened the door to the inn.
A rather short man stood behind the counter. "Well, aren't you the tall one," he said, "What're you wearing over your eyes, kid?"
"These? These are sunglasses." The short man looked puzzled at Phil's explanation. "They're like spectacles, only darkened so you can see better in bright sunlight." The innkeeper nodded his head at that. "Well," he said, "No bright sunlight in here. You can take them off."
"I'd . . . rather not." Phil confessed.
"Well, why not?"
"It's because of . . . no; it's just a long story."
"Fine with me. You want a room for the night?"
"Yes, please."
"Five rupees."
Phil searched through his pocket. He handed him a blue rupee, and the innkeeper in turn handed Phil a room key. "Up two floors." the innkeeper told him. "We kind of have a busy night."
"A busy night? Why?
"Well, there are several people staying at the inn for the Hero of Time Festival tomorrow, and all the inns in Hyrule Castle are booked. You just got the last room I have."
"Lucky me." Phil said, as he turned to the stairs.
"Where are you from?" The innkeeper asked.
"Colorado." Phil replied.
"Colorado, eh? Never heard of it."
"It's pretty far away." Phil said as he walked up to his room.
It was morning. Phil could feel the footsteps of the people outside, heading for Hyrule castle for the festival. He might as well go there, too. He got up and out of his bed and headed outside.
It must've been about seven in the morning, and everyone in town was walking out, to the castle. He was a good four inches taller than most of them. He worked his way through the crowd to the shop.
"Come in." A voice said. "We're closing at noon, so hurry up."
"I'd like a scabbard for this sword." Phil said to him. The shopkeeper took the sword into his hands. "Nice sword." He said. "Where'd you get it?"
"Oh, it was an inheritance."
"Ok, I've got just the thing." The shopkeeper said, and he went into the back room. He came back with a scabbard and a belt. "This'll hook the sword on to your back." He said. Phil paid the man and put on the scabbard, sliding the sword into it. "I'd also like a shield." Phil said after putting it on. "Ok," the shopkeeper said. "Hyrulian Standard or Deku?"
"Standard." Phil said, and paid the man for the new shield. And that did it for his cash supply. He thanked the man and walked out of the store.
Phil walked out of town. He turned to the cliff face, out of sight of everyone, and sat down. A million thoughts went through his head. Why hasn't he gone crazy? Something was telling him that everything was just fine. And yet it wasn't! What was up with that? He knew he was an optimist, but not by this much! This was the weirdest thing that ever happened to him, and he takes it in stride? What happened?
And for that matter, why?
Phil stood back up. The Owl said that he'd find out. Phil was going to find out. Eventually, if not soon.
Something caught Phil's eye. In the bushes down near a little crevice in the cliff face. He silently walked closer and peered behind a rock. He couldn't believe what he saw in the bush.
What was a Koopa Troopa doing in Hyrule?
Chapter 1: A Little to Level-Headed
Something wasn't right. Phil was feeling disoriented. He felt disproportioned. But he could hear better than he could before. What significance was there in that? He could hear echoes in a cave, and flickering fire. But he couldn't hear anything that sounded remotely human. His parents were supposed to be home, weren't they? He couldn't remember.
Then the room shifted. Phil regained his balance. He could stand up again. And he was holding something. He lifted it up for his eyes to see it. A sword. A long sword, with a symbol engraved on the hilt. It looked like three triangles shaped like a . . . a triforce. A triforce? It was making some sort of quasi-sense now.
He was playing videogames in his room an hour ago. Was it an hour? It seemed longer. It might have been weeks for all he knew. But he did know one thing. He was playing Ocarina of Time. That was all he could remember. No, wait, he remembered his girlfriend, minutes before. Jenna. Jenna Pikanne. Jenna was in his room, studying with him for his exam Friday. But the exam didn't matter now.
His parents were heard in the driveway. Phil and Jenna exchanged goodbye kisses as Jenna left the room and out the door. Then Phil turned on his Nintendo 64. That was it.
But what did that have to do with this? There was no explanation; none that he knew of, other than he fell asleep. Phil pinched himself. Real as day, he thought.
Now, the important thing was at first hand, how did he get out of here? Maybe by getting out of here he could find some answers. Which way should he go? He was standing in a stone hallway, lit dimly by torches, more likely than not several yards below the ground. Well, he wasn't going to get anywhere by standing around. Might as well go forward. He adjusted his sunglasses and walked further down the hallway. He turned a corner all but six feet from his starting point, and walked down the next hallway. Then he stopped. Something was watching him.
Phil looked up. There was some sort of spider up in the rafters. A Skullita! IT WAS A SKULLITA! A real one at that. Phil readied his sword, and inched forward. The skullita came down as Phil supposed would happen. The skullita turned its back to Phil, so he gave it a slash. A slash that did not have any force behind it at all.
Get a grip of yourself, Phil thought, this isn't a video game, after all! The skullita turned its back again, and this time Phil gave it a more vigorous swing. The skullita fell to the ground and vaporized. Was this a video game? Phil scratched his head, but another voice inside him told him everything was just fine.
For the next few minutes, Phil was getting used to using his sword, although he was still far from even being remotely good. If he didn't run into any Stalfos, he might make it out of this dungeon alive. Skullitas were most abundant, but they didn't do much for one's practice.
Phil reached another staircase going up. If he had to fight another room of slimes, he might as well keel over dead right now. Who knew that slimes like them could be so tough? In all his years of video game playing, slimes were the easiest to kill out of anything. Perhaps he had taken Link's own training with a sword for granted. But wasn't link left-handed? Phil switched the sword to his left hand.
Suddenly, the balance of the sword increased. It swung easier. No time for explanations now, that was beneficial, he wasn't one to complain. After all, it was for his benefit. Why he didn't go nuts when he woke up was that he only realized that going nuts would just hinder him from returning home. And anything but to not return back to his neighborhood with Jenna.
Opening the trap door, Phil climbed into yet another stonewall room. He held his sword forward, ready for something to attack him. And as he suspected, something did attack him, only from behind. The slash from a sword tore his T-shirt, but just missed his flesh. Phil quickly turned around. Oh, no, he thought, a stalfos. And himself without a shield.
Or didn't he? Phil noticed an old wood shield on the ground, probably belonging to another stalfos at one time. Phil dived to it as the standing stalfos took another swing at him. Breaking into a roll, Phil took up the wooden shield. He quickly slid his arm into it and blocked another attack from the stalfos. Phil then leaped forward with his sword, striking the stalfos. A hit! Now if only he could do that another three or so times. Blocking another strike, his sword and the stalfos's met. He took another swing, and another, each time clashing with the stalfos. Phil ducked another mighty swing from the stalfos, and kicked it in the side. The stalfos was winded, if you could say that about something without lungs. Phil lashed out with another mighty blow, then charged forward, crushing the skeleton underneath his shield.
It was over, finally. He swore and reminded himself never to do something that stupid again, although he knew he would have to. Phil walked out the wooden door on the opposite side of the room, into another hallway. Phil raised his shield above his head, hoping that any protruding skullitas would hit the shield instead, and walked for the door on the opposite end of the hallway. Upon reaching that goal, he opened the door.
Light. Sunlight, Phil saw as he walked out of his prison. He raised his hands up in triumph. No more baddies. At least for now. Now, he had to find out what he was going to do about getting home. He started off in a random direction.
"Where are you going, Philip?" A voice called from above him. Phil looked up into the tree behind him, where sat the Owl.
"You . . . know my name?" Phil asked the bird.
"I know much." The Owl replied, giving a hoot with that.
"Can you tell me why I'm here?"
"You will find out soon. Hoot."
"Soon? Why can't you tell me?"
"Because the time is not right, young Philip. You must got to Kakario town, where you will find out where to go next."
"Where is Kakario town?" Phil asked, a bit unsurprised.
"Go through this valley, until you find a field. After you cross the river on the far side, you will reach the town between the mountain. Hoot! Behind that rock over there, you will find clothes better suited for this land. Hoot!" And the owl flew off.
Clothes? Well, Phil would kind of stick out in a half-ripped T-shirt and blue jeans. Phil walked over to the rock the Owl mentioned.
Not bad clothes at all, he thought after putting them on. A brown jerkin, with a red scarf, and dusty green pants with leather boots. Not bad at all. Except for the underwear, Phil decided he's rather wear his boxers instead. Taking his sword, he cut off the bottom strap of the cloth knickers and another to make one strip of fabric. He used this to make a tie a band around his head. Now, he looked like a Hylian, not including the shades, of course. He set off for the valley.
It was dusk by the time he reached the village. And he was tired, too. All that walking wasn't good for his legs. He wasn't really accustomed to any outdoor activity, except playing out mocked Legend of Zelda battles with his younger brother. He trotted his way to the local inn, and maybe some of those rupees that he found in the field would come in handy. Phil opened the door to the inn.
A rather short man stood behind the counter. "Well, aren't you the tall one," he said, "What're you wearing over your eyes, kid?"
"These? These are sunglasses." The short man looked puzzled at Phil's explanation. "They're like spectacles, only darkened so you can see better in bright sunlight." The innkeeper nodded his head at that. "Well," he said, "No bright sunlight in here. You can take them off."
"I'd . . . rather not." Phil confessed.
"Well, why not?"
"It's because of . . . no; it's just a long story."
"Fine with me. You want a room for the night?"
"Yes, please."
"Five rupees."
Phil searched through his pocket. He handed him a blue rupee, and the innkeeper in turn handed Phil a room key. "Up two floors." the innkeeper told him. "We kind of have a busy night."
"A busy night? Why?
"Well, there are several people staying at the inn for the Hero of Time Festival tomorrow, and all the inns in Hyrule Castle are booked. You just got the last room I have."
"Lucky me." Phil said, as he turned to the stairs.
"Where are you from?" The innkeeper asked.
"Colorado." Phil replied.
"Colorado, eh? Never heard of it."
"It's pretty far away." Phil said as he walked up to his room.
It was morning. Phil could feel the footsteps of the people outside, heading for Hyrule castle for the festival. He might as well go there, too. He got up and out of his bed and headed outside.
It must've been about seven in the morning, and everyone in town was walking out, to the castle. He was a good four inches taller than most of them. He worked his way through the crowd to the shop.
"Come in." A voice said. "We're closing at noon, so hurry up."
"I'd like a scabbard for this sword." Phil said to him. The shopkeeper took the sword into his hands. "Nice sword." He said. "Where'd you get it?"
"Oh, it was an inheritance."
"Ok, I've got just the thing." The shopkeeper said, and he went into the back room. He came back with a scabbard and a belt. "This'll hook the sword on to your back." He said. Phil paid the man and put on the scabbard, sliding the sword into it. "I'd also like a shield." Phil said after putting it on. "Ok," the shopkeeper said. "Hyrulian Standard or Deku?"
"Standard." Phil said, and paid the man for the new shield. And that did it for his cash supply. He thanked the man and walked out of the store.
Phil walked out of town. He turned to the cliff face, out of sight of everyone, and sat down. A million thoughts went through his head. Why hasn't he gone crazy? Something was telling him that everything was just fine. And yet it wasn't! What was up with that? He knew he was an optimist, but not by this much! This was the weirdest thing that ever happened to him, and he takes it in stride? What happened?
And for that matter, why?
Phil stood back up. The Owl said that he'd find out. Phil was going to find out. Eventually, if not soon.
Something caught Phil's eye. In the bushes down near a little crevice in the cliff face. He silently walked closer and peered behind a rock. He couldn't believe what he saw in the bush.
What was a Koopa Troopa doing in Hyrule?