Thalia, the priestess in the Temple of Time, has spent her whole life there, waiting to help the Hero of Time fulfil his destiny. But all the years there have made her ironic and rude. Finally the Hero comes, and guess what happens. There is a secondary Hero, in case of emergency.
By the way, this first chapter begins about when Link is just finishing up with Jabu Jabu. She first interacts with Link when Ganondorf is chasing after Zelda.
"Speaking"
'Thinking'
(((((Just outside the Temple of Time)))))
"Oh, milady priest. I did not see you there! Is the Temple open for prayer now?"
"It is indeed."
"Thank you."
"It is alright. I'm just working in the Garden of Time, keeping it clean."
"Ohoho, Garden of Time. You have quite a sense of humour, milady."
"Thank you, ma'am."
The woman walked inside. As soon as she was gone, Thalia frowned.
"Hmph. Garden of Time my ass. They have an everything of Time. Hotel of Time, Bar of Time, Prostitute of Time. Probably have a Souvenir Shop of Time somewhere."
Thalia sighed. Her grandmother had been the last Priestess of Time. When she died, Thalia took over. She was only 6. And she had been in this temple ever since. That was 11 years ago, and her 17th birthday was coming up soon. Her father always sent her a little gift through a friend of his. Thalia, because of her high status and her family's low status, was not allowed to talk to her family. Any presents from them was forbidden. Any contact, other than that of priestess to follower, was prohibited.
Two young people, a man and a woman, exited the temple. Thalia put on a quick smile. 'Well, aren't they just bottles of pure fucking sunshine;' Thalia thought sarcastically as she kept the fake smile plastered to her face. When the people were gone, she frowned again. She pulled up the last Weed of Time in the Garden of Time, and walked the Path of Time up to the Entranceway of Time of the Temple of Time.
"Yeesh, I've got time on the brain."
Thalia walked in the Temple of Time, looking indifferently at all of the people praying towards the front of the church. Up at the front was the altar, used to hold the spiritual stones, with the names of the three goddesses engraved into it. There was also the door of time, with the symbol of the Goddess of Time.
'I wonder what's behind that door' Thalia pondered as she walked to her room in the back of the temple.
The temple itself was rather simple. High walls made of the strongest stone rose towering over the people, leading into stained glass windows of only the lightest colours. There was no door for the entrance, but there was the Door of Time and the altar. No one knew what was behind the Door; it could have been greater than the palace for all anyone knew. Her door, when facing the altar, was on the left side of the building.
In her room, Thalia looked at the picture of a woman. She looked like an older Thalia, with her blonde hair so light it looked white, a soft and round face, and bright grey eyes. She was also wearing a similar lavender dress, the colour of the Goddess of Time. This was Thalia's predecessor, her great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandmother. She was Thalia, the First Priestess of Time, the only one to ever see behind the Door of Time, and Thalia's namesake.
"Hmph. She's also the only one to get her title capitalized." 'And the one that ruined my life.'
"She was the great Priestess of Time. I'm only a priestess of time."
Thalia sighed for probably the 50th time that day. She took her basket of weeds and tossed them into the fire that warmed the temple. It was a warmer winter, and it hadn't snowed yet, but it was still cold out.
Thalia glanced at the clock on the wall. 'It's almost time to send everyone home.' Thalia thought as it started to rain.
(((((That Night)))))
Thalia had tried to sleep, but the storm was keeping her awake. She sat up reading her favourite book, about a Prince and the simple farm girl that he chose to love. Thalia may have been bitter, but she was also a hopeless romantic.
Closing her book she tried to sleep again. It was about midnight. Suddenly she heard a large noise. It sounded like and explosion right outside of the temple.
"Gah! No one better be messing with my temple, I've wasted my life keeping it standing."
Thalia dressed herself in her lavender dress and tied her hair back. For the final touch, she put on her necklace that had the triforce symbol on it. Whenever she was in public, she must always look like the priestess that she is. She walked outside. The city seemed awfully bright.
"Was there a festival that I missed, or something?" Thalia went around the corner into the town square. And she gasped, eyes wide, as she saw what was going on.
The whole town was ablaze! Moblins and Stalfos ransacked the buildings, killing everyone in their way. Bodies littered the streets, blood on the walls, and everywhere there rose one frightened cry: Ganondorf! Ganondorf is attacking the palace!
And for the first time in her long, boring life, Thalia thought 'Maybe I won't have to wait for the Hero after all.'
The signals were all correct. The storm, the insurrection, the appearance of evil. Now all that was left was for the hero to show. Suddenly, she heard a horse neigh and some shouting. A white horse flew by. Thalia could tell that the rider of the horse was Impa, the princess's nursemaid and she presumed (and prayed) that the princess was with her. As the princess disappeared over the bridge, Thalia felt another presence. An evil one. Just as she felt it, a man on a black horse went flying by. He stopped before the bridge, growling because he had lost the princess. He then led his horse out.
Thalia was suddenly broken from the spell that held her in that spot and she walked forward to see if she could find any survivors. She heard a scream from outside the gates, but ignored it. Poor fool was probably already dead.
She stood in the middle of the square, surveying the damage. After a few moments, she heard boots coming toward her. She looked up, half expecting to see the Hero. 'It's just a little boy... in a green skirt.' She thought as he walked past her.
"Listen!"
Thalia gasped as a fairy flew in front of the boy. It continued to talk.
"We should go visit the Great Fairy near the castle. Then we can go to the Temple of Time, and ask the priest there what to do about the-"
"I am the priestess. Of the Temple of Time."
Thalia didn't know what compelled her to speak, but she did. The boy and the fairy turned toward her. Thalia noticed the boy held an ocarina that looked like the Ocarina of Time. But it couldn't be. The fairy spoke.
"I'm Navi and this is Link. The princess sent us. We have the spiritual stones and we're supposed to go to the temple or something..."
Navi kept talking as Thalia only half listened. The Stones, the Ocarina of Time, the fairy with the man in green: it was the hero. A little boy was the hero. Thalia held back tears of bitterness. 10 years, and this little brat is who she was waiting for. Thalia glared at Link, before turning on her heel and trudging heavily away.
All her life had been wasted on this one, failing moment. She was devastated, destroyed, and lost. Her life was done.
Navi and Link looked at each other in question.
"Come on Link; let's go see the Great Fairy."
(((((Temple of Time)))))
Link walked into the temple silently. He looked to the front of the temple, seeing the priestess there. She was sitting on the steps near the altar, her knees pulled to her chest, her hands around her knees, and her head buried. She was crying. He walked up to the girl and Navi spoke.
"Hey. What's wrong?"
The girl looked up at them, almost pure hatred in her eyes.
"So, you're the hero, huh? Just leave me alone. Go save the world, or whatever you're supposed to do." 'My dreams were shot down by a kid. Man, have I lost my self-respect."
Navi went to speak again, but Thalia interrupted her.
"Spiritual Stones go there." She said, pointing towards the altar. "Good luck."
Link walked toward the altar, standing in front of it. He pulled out an ocarina and started playing. Thalia, still huddled in the curled position at the moment, slowly looked up. 'It's the Song of Time.'
There was a grinding noise behind her. Thalia stood as she turned around. The door of time was opening.
(((((TBC)))))
Well? Good, bad? I think it seemed to skip or move too fast in some parts, so if I ever finish the story, I might go back and redo some of it. But hey, practice makes perfect. The more I re-write it, the better it will get. Constructive criticism will be helpful.
Next chapter: Ganondorf shows up, and the Hero is out of commission. What will Thalia do?