A Simple Glance.
Back, and with a special story this time. Since becoming glued to DeviantART a while ago, I've made some good friends. One in particular, by the username of Blueshocker and real name of Dalton, has requested a little story concerning him and his love for Princess Zelda/Sheik. I can only hope this is to your liking! From your friend, Pokemon Pro. Enjoy!
P.S: Sorry for not writing the story that I said I would on my profile, but patience is a virtue!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with the Legend of Zelda: the Ocarina of Time. I only own a copy of the game.
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The broken, meagre landscape that the Hyrule Market had been reduced to had now begun to bustle with life. The defeat of the treacherous Ganondorf was a great message for the townspeople of not only Hyrule, but the entire world.
The empty shells of the houses there had been replaced, cleaned out and made hospitable once again. Every evening, the townspeople cheered around a small, stone statue now placed above the fountain in the centre of the plaza. Created in the image of the hero, the legendary Blade of Evil's Bane rest in his grasp, further protecting the citizens of Hyrule.
No one had seen this figure ever since the defeat of the Evil King, although many tried. Countless theories were made about his whereabouts, though none were conclusive. He had simply vanished from the land.
Moments after the commotion, the townspeople, of all shapes and sizes, returned to their daily routines. Final shouts from the local stalls and vendors created a comfy atmosphere, much to the happiness of the locals. The night was beginning to show.
Yet still, there was but one other who remained sombre.
Meanwhile, the side exit to the bustling plaza echoed with the footsteps of an individual, fast approaching. The guard watching the gate merely saw him for two seconds, before he ran out of view.
He was fairly tall, possessed short, ruffled, dark hair, with an air of calm. He wore a plain, dark tunic, with a pair of starchy leggings. He was medium in build. Reaching the plaza, he hunched forward, hands on his knees, catching his breath.
"Finally here," he spoke, under his breath. The sound of chains reeling permeated the air behind him, as the drawbridge was being hoisted up for the evening. "Just made it!"
The crowds of the area started dissipating, leaving quite a sporadic place. A few stalls were still open, selling various widgets and gadgets. Taking the wallet off of his belt, the man walked over to the bazaar, and entered the door.
Almost instantly, the owner, a large brute with bloodshot eyes, smiled and bared his large, misshapen teeth at him.
"Dalton! There you are! I was wondering where you'd gotten off to. How are ya?" He spoke, revealing the identity of the man.
"I'm not too bad myself, thanks. And you? How's business?" Dalton replied, looking at the various objects on the shelves behind the counter.
"It's been great since that idiot Ganondorf went down under," he grinned, looking at Dalton. "I just wanted to thank the legendary hero in person for the business."
Upon hearing of this man, Dalton's expression lowered. His smile turned to a frown, his eyes becoming more piercing. The store owner saw this, and quietened.
"…Anyway, what you got for me today then?" The store owner spoke, spotting a kind of gadget on Dalton's belt. "Oh, are those bombchu?"
Taking them from him, Dalton nodded. He turned to leave, without as much as a thought about being paid for the delivery.
"Hey, wait! Here's your…" the owner began, with the door closing the sentence, as well as his exit. Taking a few steps forward, Dalton placed the wallet back on his belt, then examined the area. The blanket of night began to fall, yet the street lamps kept the area visible. He spotted the usual scenery.
Among the plant pots on the side and small dogs roaming the streets, there sat a young-looking individual, garbed in a long dress. She had her back turned to Dalton, in the distance, as she gazed at the statue in the centre.
Her appearance seemed familiar to him, as he walked up behind her. Her attention, still fixed on the statue, never changed as he stood beside her.
A few moments of awkward silence passed, until the young lady broke the silence.
"Lovely evening, isn't it?" She spoke, a light yet firm tone in her voice. Dalton turned to see that it was the very kingdom's princess, Zelda, staring into his stunned eyes.
He had an experience with her in the distant past, as he was running deliveries for the bazaar owner. She was headed to the Zora's Domain to pay tribute to the King of the Zoras, when her carriage was waylaid by Ganondorf's minions. Seeing this, Dalton dropped his delivery package and took out a small dagger he had always kept on him, before charging over to the brutes.
Although it was a tough enough challenge, the fiends were soundly defeated by him, as Princess Zelda rushed over to see who her saviour was. As she approached, however, she seemed more surprised then thankful.
Expecting it to be a certain someone else, the Princess merely turned to approach her carriage. Almost shocked, Dalton stood, with a slight limp in his left leg from the battle, while the carriage drove off. As it left however, Princess Zelda looked out of the small window to see Dalton lift up his bag, with the words 'Bazaar' and 'Dalton' emblazoned on it, before he turned to leave.
Back to the present time however, it seemed as though she did not remember him. He replied to her question.
"Y-yes, it is. What brings you here, m'lady?" he said, her gaze returning to the statue. Almost instantaneously did he do the same.
"I…I've been waiting. Waiting for someone," she began to speak, as she knelt to sit on the side of the fountain, looking at the statue. Dalton remained still, listening to her. "He was there for me when I needed him."
Knowing who this was, Dalton squinted his eyes, as his hand clenched into a fist. He had bore such a grudge against this individual, for many reasons, yet they were kept secret, only being known to himself.
"If it was not for him, I fear what may have happened to me," Zelda continued, before Dalton turned his look to her. Sensing this, she paused.
"…But where is he now?" Dalton spoke, his voice deep, and thoughtful. "If he was a real hero, he would've come back for you. If he loved you…"
His voice grew strained, as the end of the sentence drew nearer. His gaze upon the fair Princess Zelda lowered, to the floor in front of her.
"…he would have saved you back then."
Quite shocked, Princess Zelda stood, a little unnerved.
"Link was always there for me," she began, quite aggravated, before continuing. "Except once…and that once, was a time that was fateful," she spoke, staring Dalton in the eye. She spotted the small bag hanging off of his belt in a simple glance, to see the word 'Bazaar' was there, albeit a little worn, yet the other had worn away completely, leaving darker patches in the shape of his name.
Her heart began to race, as she took a deep breath.
"You…you were the one who saved me, that time ago?" She said, as Dalton began to smile at her. He nodded.
"…Yes," was all he could say. The pair stood, immobile, in each other's looks, as Princess Zelda opened her mouth.
"You're the one I've been waiting for…" she spoke, almost whispering. Closing the gap between the couple, she lowered her head onto Dalton's chest, as a single tear fell down her cheek. He placed his arm around her, seemingly a little confused.
"…But I thought you were talking about Link?" He asked, as Zelda sniffed to reduce the burning sensation behind her eyes. She then continued.
"That…was the first time I had been attacked so viciously by those…fiends, with no help at hand. I was scared for my life. I was expecting Link to come to my aid, yet he never did," she whispered, as she shut her eyes. "Even now, he will not show his face. I do not think he ever will, either…"
They stood, motionless, as Dalton placed his other arm around her, in an embrace. Feeling the security of her past saviour, Princess Zelda sighed, before looking at his face.
"…I never did thank you properly, did I?" She spoke, as Dalton blinked, unassuming of what she meant. It had been quite some time, and his memory was waning about the end of the meeting in the past.
A second later however, she leant forward, pushing her mouth onto his own, as the pair endured a lasting, romantic kiss under the vision of the night sky.
Both content to have stayed in such a position for the rest of their lives, it was a further few moments before it ended. Zelda opened her eyes, and looked into Dalton's, who seemed quite shocked at the gesture.
Holding her hands after the embrace, he couldn't help but stay silent, savouring the feeling he had just experienced. Zelda spoke a few seconds after.
"Thank you, Dalton. Even if Link may not be around, I can always rely on you."
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And there we have it! I really hope you enjoy this, Blueshocker, and sorry in advance if you don't!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with the Legend of Zelda: the Ocarina of Time. I only own a copy of the game.