AN: Legend of Zelda,
Legend of Zelda,
Oh how I love thee,
Legend of Zelda.
Wonderful Link and wonderful Zelda are always there, in the back of my mind, plotting a story that I never even knew I could think of. This is the beginning of one of them. By the way, this chappie is really short. Future chapters will be longer, I promise.
I own nothing except the plot-line.
The lantern overhead swung precariously, making the solitary shadow dance on the wall. Bits of light scattered throughout the cramped room, and the shadow morphed into a twisted ebony ghost.
All lay silent and still. For just a small moment, the world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for what would happen next.
Slender fingers shrouded by white gloves gently pulled the cork from the bottle. Hazel eyes peered through the thick green glass into the last dregs of wine that sloshed in the bottom.
You used to tell me Dad, she thought to herself, that whenever I had a problem, I needed to tell somebody. The girl gave a thin, airy sigh and raised the bottle to her lips.
This has to count for something.
In one swift motion, she downed the remaining alcohol.
A fraying knapsack rested a few meager inches from the ebony converse that struggled to cling to her feet. From that she procured a small sheet of paper, wrinkled and stained and curling at the edges. She adamantly undid the pink ribbon that had once held her hair in place. Golden locks cascaded down her back, beautiful even though they were ragged from harsh weather and much neglect.
She tied the paper so that it wouldn't unfurl. She took the scroll from the table and stuffed it down the bottle's waiting throat, re-corking it immediately afterward. With that done, she swiftly hurried from her cabin and headed outdoors.
The world outside greeted her in a dizzying rush. The moon sent blinding rays of light. The wind pulled at the edges of the blue hoodie that almost kept her warm. Cool night air slammed her pale face. In the distance, she heard the ocean roar and smelt the bittersweet tang of salt.
The roomy boat lurched under her feet, practically tossing her sideways. She barreled her way to the railing and gripped it harshly. Fragile eyes squinted, finding what they were looking for: upon the horizon so many miles away, a tan strip of beach glimmered.
She glanced over her shoulder, watching a voluminous wave as it dipped under the bow. Here goes nothing, she thought.
When the wave loomed in front of her, she threw the message in a bottle in the water.