Title: Faerie Boots
Fandom: Legend of Zelda: A Link to The Past
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't own any of it.
Notes: No name was ever given for the running man, so I named him Daltus.
Faerie Boots
A young boy dressed all in red sighed where he sat on a bench watching the other children play.
"Whatever's wrong young man?" An old woman questioned curiously.
He sighed sadly. "I want to be a really fast runner... but I'm the slowest in the village!" He said sadly.
"Hmm... Well, I know a legend that just may interest you then. Though may I know your name?" She questioned politely.
The young man slid off the bench and motioned the smiling old woman to sit. "My name's Daltus."
"Well then young Daltus, you just settle in, and we'll see if I can't make you smile by the end of this tale." The old woman grinned.
"There was a legend, that my father told me when I was about your age, about the distant Lake Hylia. At one time, it was said to be inhabited by beings that were part-fish, part Hylian. They began to call themselves the Zora, and they guarded the entire lake.
"Most of the area surrounding the lake were near unclimbable cliffs, cliffs that stretched as far as the Desert of Mystery to one side, and all the way north to Death Mountain.
"The lake also contained two rivers - one went north and became the moat of Hyrule castle, and further east to our village, as well as notrh into the Dead Mountains. The other river sprouted from somewhere near the southern end of the lake, and wove through the cliffs to a cave, where supposedly great treasure was buried.
"However, the piece of the legend I'm sure you'll enjoy most is what was said to be in the center of the vast lake. For within the lake, there was a small island, with a cave rising from within.
"Within that cave, many have heard was a pond - with water more pure than anything you will likely ever find. An enchanted wishing pond." She smiled as the young man's eyes kept getting rounder.
"Travelers through the region toss in Ruppees by the bucket load - as much as they can spare. And to the few who throw in nearly exorbitant amounts, they claim a great faerie rises from the depths to grant any wish they may have. Though you must be careful - she can only grant certain things. Though no one knows what, precisely." She finished, leaning back with a smile.
"You mean... you mean she could make me faster?" Daltus breathed.
"Possibly. Though I've heard she has an easier time enchanting objects, rather than living beings." She chuckled.
"Oh." He sighed sadly.
"What's with the long face? She could, perhaps, say... enchant a shirt to weigh nothing - you'd run faster then. Or maybe to make your boots have wings!" She laughed out.
Daltus stared at her for a moment, before breaking into a big smile. "Thank you! I gotta get home now!" He grinned, leaping to his feet.
The old woman laughed as she carefully stood up. "You may want to practice swimming before you try anything else, young Daltus!" She cried out after the young man.
End: Faerie Boots