Hi guys! This is my first fanfiction, and I really hope you'll like it. I'll try to publish a chapter every week, or maybe two per week. Still debating on that one. Also, don't forget to review, i'ld like to know your thoughts on my little projet.
Obviously, I do not own Legend of Zelda, nor the characters and places of the franchise that I mentioned.
Anyway, enjoy!
Chapter 1
As the sun appeared through the blue stained window, his alarm clock started to beep. He growled and rolled to face away from it. So his alarm clock beeped louder, and louder, until he couldn't ignore it anymore. He rolled back, and stretched his arm to stop the annoying sound that pierced his ears. Once the beeping finally stopped, he pulled the blankets higher, above his head, until it hid his eyes. He wondered how long he could stay in bed before his mother would come to wake him up again. It felt like seconds to him when light suddenly brightened, as it entered through the door and around his mother.
"Come on Steven, I don't want you to be late, again!"
She insisted on the "again", to make sure he felt a bit guilty. He actually didn't care. But he got up anyway, and yawned. His mother closed the door behind her, and he stumble toward his bathroom. The light turned on by itself, and he faced his mirror. He blinked quickly, to dismissed the white flashes that blinded him, before leaning onto the sink. He looked at his sleepy hazel eyes, and brushed his hair with his hands. They were still as messy as usual, and always of that same undefinable color, which was not red enough to be red, not brown enough to be brown, but also not blond enough to be blond. And so, he defined the strange color of his hair as being close to fawn. He washed his face, and felt his pointy ears twitching. He heard something strange, but wasn't sure. It was probably because he was still a bit sleepy.
Once dressed, he entered the living room and looked at the huge digital clock right next to the kitchen door. He still had time before he had to caught his train, and his mum had already left.
"TV on." he said.
The flat screen attached to the wall in the living room flickered a bit, then switched on to the information channel. He didn't pay attention to what the anchorman was saying, and walked to the kitchen.
"TV changes to channel 15."
The music channel started to play, and he opened the fridge. He took out what seemed to be pizza leftovers, inside some tinfoil. He unwrapped the slices, and put them on a small plate, before putting the plate inside the micro-wave.
"Micro-wave, 45 seconds." he said. The machine turned on by itself and silently turned the plate.
Steven was too focus to notice that music had stopped a few minutes ago. But it's only as he took out the plate from the micro-wave that the heavy silence falling around him felt truly oppressing. He thought the TV had bugged again.
"TV! Channel 15!" he yelled.
He quickly put almost half of a slice in his mouth and went back into the living room. He bit and let the slice drop back into the plate, when he finally saw the TV screen. It was flashing always the same few images in a loop, but too fast for him to truly understand what was happening. He saw yellow triangles, and a big red eye. He barely noticed the picture with the three women in what seemed like a garden. A sword stuck in a gray stone block, and finally two yellow eyes that Steven could swear seemed only full of evil thoughts and pure madness.
"Steven..." His name was called by a strangely robotic voice, filled with statics and glitch-like sounds.
"Ganon... Steven..." He had heard that name before, he knew it. It was the name of the antagonist from the old legends his mother told him, when he was a kid.
"Steven... Demise..." The TV kept on calling his name, sending shivers down his spines.
He almost threw the plate on the table in front of him. His heart seemed to pound on his chest, and never before had he wanted to cover his ears this bad. He couldn't stop watching those looping images, no matter how much his brain yelled at him to snap out of it. Eventually, he did.
"TV off!" he shouted.
Nothing happened. The TV went silent for a moment, before saying only one word, again and again: "Doom... Doom... Doom..."
"TV off!"
He never thought his voice could be so shaky. But finally the TV obliged and shut itself off. He stood still for a few minutes, and barely had the time to find the sofa before he let himself fall, as if his knees had given out on him. Fear still floated his system, and the shaky plate in his hand quickly found its way onto the table. His head was scrolling through every possibility. Was it a warning or a threat? By who? It couldn't had been a bug, could it? A prank from a hacker? Why would be the point? He stared for a while at the dark screen. He ate his pizza as fast as he could, in complete silence. It seemed as though his heart would never come down from it's fast, afraid rhythm. He looked back at the clock. He was in time, a bit early perhaps. He ignored his shaky body, and got up. He took his bag, threw it on his shoulder and got out of the apartment.