Carolina Rose: Chapter One
It didn't matter what day it was. All of them were the same. Get up. Brush teeth. Put on armour. Guard the growing village. Spend time with Zelda. Eat lunch. Guard some more. Maybe help a little bit around. Go home. Eat some dinner. Go to bed. Rinse and repeat.
Again and again. The never ending circle of boredom and dull routine.
Nothing like how it used to be. Everyday travelling, seeing new places, battling monsters, saving the world... Each day was different. And he could remember them all so clearly. All his adventures across the surface, saving all of creation from the rule of Demise.
Actually making a difference.
There was the forest of Faron and the Kikwis. He remembered the calm of the wind blowing through the leaves, the tranquility of the Ancient Cistern, even the… vibrant personality of the water dragon.
He fondly remembered the Mogma's and their funny little quirks. He remembered the dangerous active Eldin volcano. He remembered the slightly chatty fire dragon, the power of lava and of heat and of the great goddess Din coursing throughout the land.
He remembered the dusty ruins of Lanayru. The blowing dusts of ancient sands, the travel of time, even the slightly emotionless robots. He remembered saving the great dragon, and planting the Tree of Life.
All these memories, all these times. They were wonderful and beautiful. Although they were difficult, and some days he wished nothing more than to be back at home… his small dorm on Skyloft… now, those memories were the fondest of his collection.
His tedious daily life now was nothing compared to these magnificent travels and experiences.
Link looked to the sky, now free of the previously present cloud barrier. The sun shone down and his golden hair shimmered in the light. He sat by a small house, a house he and Zelda had built for themselves. It was small and contained lots of Zelda's personal treasures, but not many of Link's. The only thing he had was a small diamond dagger.
Ghirahim.
Thinking about that dagger brought back memories of that flamboyant man. They were, though Link regretted to say it, part of his fondest memories, though he could never fathom why. The only logical assumption was that Ghirahim had influenced his adventure so much, so Link had him to thank for the memories.
Link smiled as his thoughts went back to his memories. Although this bliss was short lived.
"Hey!" Someone yelled in the distance and Link looked in the direction of the voice, his face instantly developing a protective attitude. His expression softened when he noticed it was just Zelda. He smiled and nodded at her.
"What are you doing out here, Link?" She asked as she waltzed over to him. She wore clothing similar to everyone else on Skyloft. She now rarely ever wore the white dress given to her by Impa.
"I'm just enjoying nature and thinking… what about you Zelda?" He asked kindly.
"Ah, not much, just helping my dad a little bit… hey, about that… can you help him put his new office together? I would really appreciate it!"
Link smiled and nodded. He closed his eyes and rested his head against the side of the house. Zelda sat beside him and they sat in a comfortable silence.
As the sun began to set, they went inside and went about making some form of dinner. Eventually settling on a stew they set about making it. Link, who was quite horrible at cooking, stood by and watched as Zelda worked, handing her ingredients and what have you whenever she requested them.
Soon they were sitting down enjoying their meal together.
"Link?" Zelda asked, swallowing some stew. He looked at her, a question on his face: "Yeeeessss?"
"Do you… like me?" She asked, a small blush creeping up her neck.
"Of course," Link said. "You're my best friend."
"Well, I mean as more than a friend."
"Hmmm? More than a friend?"
"Yes… like do you… love me?"
Link looked at her, dumbstruck. His mouth hung slightly open and he had no idea how to respond to this. He noticed as Zelda's blush turned redder the longer she waited. "Ummm, I don't know… maybe?" He said, kind of awkwardly. This appeared to cheer Zelda up greatly. She smiled and went back to eating her stew.
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"Thanks for the help Link." Zelda's dad said and Link nodded. Gaepora was putting some books on the shelves as Link did the same on a different shelf.
He picked up one book. It was a deep blue, a crest similar to that of Skyloft was on the front. The front cover had the words, Hero of Time written in fancy black print on the front. He flipped the book open and found it to describe a story of a great hero. He chuckled at it, but decided to borrow it as some light reading material. He knew Gaepora wouldn't mind if he borrowed just one of his books.
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There existed a kingdom where a golden power lay hidden. One day, a man of great evil found this power and took it for himself, and with it at his command, he spread darkness across the kingdom. But then...just as all hope had died, a young boy clothed in green appeared as if from nowhere. Wielding a blade that repelled evil, he sealed the dark one away and gave the land light. This boy, who traveled through time to save the land, was known as the Hero of Time.
Link was really beginning to enjoy his book. It was interesting and told a story not unlike his own. As he flipped through the text he found detailed songs, supposedly with magical properties. He chose one to play, one titled the Song of Time. He pulled out his harp and plucked a few strings before playing, ' F'.
Link looked up as the room began to spin very quickly and his world was enveloped by darkness.