The legend of Zelda
Her heart, and his decision
Malon waved happily, as a tall boy, dressed in completly green garb rode away from the ranch, on a horse which she used to tend to, and loved deeply. A small blue puff flew around the boys head. He looked ahead, and rode off, into the sunset.
Malon lowered her hand, and sighed. A gust of wind picked up slightly, and gently brushed her golden-red hair. She brushed a strand from her face, and continued to watch the figure, as he slowly melded into the distance. Watching, until she could no longer tell the difrence between him, and the distant trees.
She said not a single word, as she turned, and walked back into the ranch's main gate. Talon watched his daughter, uncertanty evident on his face. He decided not to speak to her, and headed to the horses stables.
Malon flung herself onto the bed in her room. Soft hand knited sheets meet her, and she closed her eyes. She crawled under the sheets, and tried to fall asleep. However, the days events kept her awake.
Mr. Ingo had stormed into the ranch, and drove her father away. Ingo then had tied her up, and made her watch, as he beat her horses, again and again. The mere memory of it made Malon shiver in detest. But she had kept her hopes high. She dreamed, that perhaps a knight, or better, a prince, could come and save her.
No sooner had the thought left her mind, that a boy garbed in green fell through the cieling. At first she had not recognised him. But he mentoned that she tought him a song, back when they were still children. Link. Then, with almost no effort, he managed to free Mr. Ingo from a mind spell, and defeat an entire fleet of Ganondorfs minions. The entire time, managing to protect her as well.
She had thought that maybe he was her prince. Maybe she had found her love. However, princess Zelda's name had come up. Link immediatly said that he was going to go to the desert of illusion, to go save her. Malons hope had been crushed that moment.
Malon forced the thoughts from her head, and pushed her head further into her cuco feather pillows. Finnaly, after a few hours, malons mind seemed to settle, and she fell into the arms of slumber.
Link pulled the reins for Epona, and halted the horses gallop. He pushed the green cap he wore, further onto his head, while looking at the horizon. The sun was falling below the line of land, and Hyrule was dangerous at night. Silently, Link dismounted his horse, and tied her with one end of a rope, and the other to a tree, giving her room to walk and eat, but to keep her from running away.
The boy sighed as he sat upon the ground, and watched the sky, while little sparkling dots began to appear. From a pack on his back, Link pulled a bubbly blue instument from it's confinement. The fairy accompanying him, floated around Links head, as he poured a soft melody from the instrument. Epona neighed apreciativly. The horse recognised the tune. It was a tune that she had been raised listining to. A little girl, always came to Epona to sing that tune. Without fail, every day.
Link puled the instrument from his lips as he finished the melody. He looked down at the instrument in his palms, and smiled. This one item, had kept him connected to so many people, even though so much had happened. He was connected to Saria, an old friend. Zelda, by the song of time. Also by this song, he had gained trust from "Big Brother." And...
Link looked up at Epona. The horse was eating some grass, every once a while, emiting a small whine. And Malon. Malon had opened her heart to him, and taught Link a song, that she only sung to Epona. A song that she orriginaly wrote for her deceased mother.
He bit his lip, and looked away from Epona. That time for Malon must have been extremly difficult. Losing a mother... Link couldn't imagine. For he never had parents in the first place. However, he knew that what Malon was feeling, must have been terrible. He had felt awful, when the great Deku tree had died. Link immagined that what Malon had felt, had to be at least ten times that. Link focefully shoved the thoughts from his mind. He lay back on the ground, and watched the stars twinkle. It was not long, before the captivating stars threw link into sleep.
Malon yawned and slowly sat up. She rubbed her eyes furiously, trying to discern the time of day. She stripped her night gown, and pulled on her dress. She looked at her reflection, as she brushed her hair quietly. Within moments, she threw the brush to the floor, and rushed outside. She wanted to get an early start on her chores. She walked out of the main house, and looked around the ranch. The stable, fairly unstable stood right before her. The horse field lay off to her right, where many horses grazed, and neighed happily. Beyond that, the tower where she and Talon stored the famous Lon Lon milk.
Malon walked twords the horses, and spotted a few cucos running around freely. She suddenly rembered Link. When he visited the ranch the first tmie, he made the mistake of stepping on a Cuco's tail. Moments later, he was chased out of the ranch, followed closely by a cloud of angry cuco's. Malon giggled, and slowly let into a full laugh. She doubled over, laughing so hard her gut began to hurt.
From the stable, Talon watched her. "Been such a long time since she's laughed. Almost thought she couldn't any more." The old man smiled, and returned to his buisness.
Malon stood straight again, and caught her breath. Over time, she had completly forgoten about the little fairy boy she had meet all that time ago. But now, Seven years later, she was remembering again. He had come in her most dire time of need, and helped her.
She realized that she was daydreaming once again. Malon rushed to the horses, afraid to fall behind on her chores. The horses bucked up, and made noises of glee, watching the young maiden come near them. Malon smiled at the horses. "Good morning to all you too. Here you go, fresh corn grain, and hay. The way you all like it." She poured the mixture of food, into a large bowl, that stretched out far and long enough for all the horses to get a spot.
The horses neighed apreciativly, and lowered thier heads to eat. Malon turned from the horses, and hurried twords the stables. She grabbed a shovel, and large pail before entering the building.
The stench of the used bedding was what met Malon first. Any person who had not been raised here, would likely shrivel in disgust. Malon however sighed, thankfull that it was not bad. What would be really awful was if the horses had bad bowel movements, and a strange food. Those weeks even made the hardened farm girl flinch.
Talon watched in silence, while Malon shoveled the horse manuere, from the stables, into the large pain. After a few stables, Malon noticed the old mans glare. She lowered the shovel, and stetched her back. "What is it father?" She asked.
Talon ran his fat fingers through his crumy moustache, that sat just above his enormous lips. "Ah, it's not a big deal really. I was just thinkin'. You're fairly old now, arn't cha? You're probably gonna' go off on your own fairly soon."
Malon brushed her hair to the side, and began to shovel again. "Why do you bring this up now? I've been of age for a few months now. You know that I have been looking around for a place for my own ranch."
Talon sighed, and sat on a dirty bench. "You know very well why I bring this up now. I saw those looks you were givin' that man. I then realized that it is inevitable. You're gonna leave soon. Probably goin' after him."
Malon flinched. She drooped her head, and continued to shovel. "You are mistaken. Link loves the princess. I saw that with my own eyes."
Talon laughed. "And I know what I saw Malon. You gave that young lad quite a bit of lookin'. I highly doubt yer just gonna let him get away like that."
"Shut up!" Malon said. Talon looked at her, gawking in suprise. Malon covered her mouth. "I'm sorry." She threw the shovel to the ground, and ran out of the stables. Outside, the horses neighed in detest, as Malon shot past them, giving no heed to them. She ran past the horse track, and opened the door to the milk tower. She slamed the door behind her, and slid down the door to the cold floor. Her heart beat heavily, and her lungs drew in air thankfuly.
'He's wrong' She thought. 'He loves the princess. How in the world could a simple farm girl like me compete with a woman like that?' She perssed her palm against her forehead, still breathing heavily.
"Malon! Malon!" Her father called from far off.
Malon did not want to talk to him. not now. She shoved a few milk boxes to the side, and found teh small crevace that she had alays used to use as a child. She fit her legs in, and crawled backwards, pulling a milk box up, covering the hole. She just barely managed to fit through the crevace, into the tiny room inside. Malon sat up, amazed at how long it had been since she had been in here.
The cieling hung to low for her to stand, but she could sit up straight. She eyed the hide out happily, old childhood memories coming back to her. It was in this very hideout, that she had raised an injusred Cuco back to health. And where she kept many childhood treasures. She rummaged through the hay hide pile she had made so long ago, finding small items the entire time. An old watch that no longer ticked, her childhood diary, a few silky bird feathers... Malon gasped as her eyes fell upon a certain item. A tiny little golden pebble.
Link, had asked if they had something he could use as target practice. Malon had set up a bottle. Link loaded a tiny gold pebble into his slingshot, and fired. The bottle shattered, and Link laughed triumphantly. After Link had left, Malon found the tiny pebble, and taken it back to the hideout.
Malon held the tiny peble in her hand, staring at it for a long time. Her palm wrapped around the item, as Malon forced back tears. She could not deny it. She had a crush on him back then, and now that she had meet him once again, she felt something more. Was it... Was it a great friendship? No, to strong for that. But... It couldn't be... Love could it?
She pocketed the small sling bullet, and crawled out of the hideaway. She left the milk tower, and headed back twords her home. When she walked inside, Talon had a lunch prepared for her. "Just like back when you were a child." He said quietly, and left outside.
Malon simply sat in silence, eating the meal Talon had prepared for her. She ate in silence, many thoughts in her head. Millions of thoughts ran through her, some crazy, others rather brilliant. Most of them however, were centered around Link. She lowered her spoon, and looked up at the cieling. She knew what she was going to do. There was no way she could live on like this if she didn't.
The moon rose above the horizon, and gained it's place in the sky, forcing the sun into recedance. Talon wiped sweat from his brow, and looked at his handiwork happily. Finnaly, he had managed to restabalize a beam of wood that had begun rotting in the stable. He tossed the hammer over his shoulder into a toolbox, and headed inside. "Malon, time for dinner!" He called.
Inside her room, Malon tied up the few belongings she had decided were vital. She heard her father's call, and cursed under her breath. Time was running low. 'I have to do this.' She thought. 'I'll never move on if I don't.' Malon tied a piece of rope to her bed, and flung the other end out the window. Quietly, she climbed down the rope, and rushed past her home, and mounted a horse. One she loved almost as Dearly as Epona. "Hyah, Moonwing, Hyah!" She cried.
The horse whined in protest, but took off running anyway. The majestic black horse aglloped past the door to her home. Malon looked back one final time. She smiled faintly, then looked ahead. Above her, the moon shone brightly, casting a wounderous light upon the ground, illuminating the gathering dew. Malon rose Moonwing to the west, twords the desert of Illusion.