~Author's Note~ As we all know, "Zelda" characters don't belong to me. If they did I wouldn't be writing a fan fiction here. The characters that don't exist in the game are from my imagination, and I wouldn't like anyone to steal them....be creative. Hope you enjoy, this is my first fan fiction.
The Journey to Gyde's Rock
Chap. 1: A Boy
Sure he'd heard tales about the waste of Lathrian, but never once had he thought the solitude of this place could be this extreme. A boy led his horse, head drooping and clopping lazily down the dust-baked path. The trail seemed to cleave through the baron mountains endlessly with no change of scenery. Every now and then a starved, tree would be pitifully clinging in some crack and a bird would rasp from above. The tiny horse, Epona, her coat was a mousy brown, an embarrassment to the rich chocolate-strawberry it would boast in her prime state. Her gleaming white mane and tail were reduced into gray, dead leaves.
Her rider wasn't much to look at either. Link, only at 14 continued to lead Epona on with a hope learned from hardships no child should (or could) imagine. Beneath the wispy straw hair, dusty green tunic, and matching hood (that he refused to take off), there was so much more than a typical boy yet to become a man. There hid secrets in a certain sparkle in his deep blue eyes; one that only two other people in the world knew; only two other that knew the legend was true. His purpose pushed him on.
Link looked up at the sky and squinted his clear eyes. The blue pulsated along with the big yellow yolk simmering smugly in is frying pan. About 6:30. He thought Not long 'til sundown I guess. Sunset would be a relief from the heat for Link, but it would also mean the monsters would come out. In every land Link had ever been through, night was the time the darkest, biggest creatures emerged. In Link's homeland, Hyrule, Skullkids would spring out of the ground right were you were going to put your foot down, ready to bash your brains in. Link felt a twang of loftiness and smiled. It was always fun to destroy those boneheads. It was even easier with his updated Kokiri sword and the Hero's shield banging softly against his back. The light rhythmic pressure was like having a friend's reassuring hand rest between his shoulder blades. His friends, human at least, were far, far away in Hyrule though; Malon, Saria, Impa, Ruto....all gone. Link then remembered the princess of the kingdom: Zelda. She was back there too.
A girl with wavy golden hair, aqua moist eyes that held the universe, powdery white skin, brazen earrings wrapped into the 3 triangles of the Triforce, all in a flowing pink gown with rich purple and blue embroidery; and of course the golden circlet upon her head, broadcasting her rank to all who bear their eyes on her majesty. She beckoned to Link from far down the road with her delicately white-gloved hands. The boy's insides flipped and he dug his boots into Epona's bare sides. She gave a surprised snort of protest, but took off galloping. Link had gained the trust of his steed with much cost. His heart punched faster and faster with the clipity-clop of his horse's hooves. Zelda's image steadily grew along with Link's spirit and hope. His hearted strove to see a friend, a human.... at least once again. He couldn't talk to his horse forever.
Epona suddenly reared back with a frightened neigh, threw Link many feet away. He fell with a yelp on his face and quickly scrambled up.
"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU HO-!?" Link froze with the piercing glare Epona swung around and gave him. It was amazing how human his little pony could be. Gasping for breath and holding his scraped nose, Link saw why Epona had lurched. All the happiness he thought he had ever felt seeped right out of boots and into the cracks of dust and negativity.
In front of Epona was a gnarled bush, no taller than Link. It had desperate-looking yellow buds stained with the hardships of trying to take root in a place like this. There was no Zelda, she was still countless miles away in some snug bed, probably with golden blankets and pillows, and maids, hanging intensively on the slightest ring of her bell. Link was here with dirt, a bush, and livestock. He walked over to Epona's head, took it in his hands, and looked right into her black shiny eyes.
"I'm stupid. You were right, my dear. It's just the heat....just....the heat."
The weather really wasn't the sole blame though. Link knew he couldn't blame the sun for doing her job. He knew he was changing, but it shouldn't be so new to him. From those short weeks...he had been an adult; strong, handsome, feared, and more courageous than ever. He knew what he was going to be like in a few years. Just that last time, he had slept though this confusing time after pulling out the Master Sword at the Temple of Time....yet another memory lost in Hyrule. How cruel time was, yet his label was the Hero of Time.....Hero of Cruelty? He tried not to think of all the outcomes.
Time leads you on in a race, but as soon as you see the finish, you try to tooth and claw you way back to the beginning, which would mean your start was pointless. Link believed he'd stay the same as the Kokiri children he had been raised as. But he discovered he was a Hylian, that's why he had changed while everyone else had remained in blissful ignorance. He had been plunged into knowledge, wisdom, good & evil...love. Link had been thrown into this storm without warning, guidance-or choice. All because of one little triangle on the back of his left hand.
He leaned against Epona and raised his left hand above his head, and twisted it this way and that as a lady who fancied materials would examine a particularly large rock. He couldn't see the Triforce of Courage, but he knew it was there. Its golden splendor would only emerge when the other two triangles; Wisdom, belonging to Princess Zelda, and Power, owned by the terrible Ganon, were all at the same place. Then the triangles would be drawn to eachother and be united as the Triforce. The Sacred Triangle would grant the wish of whomever lay their flesh upon it. Link had had to save the world from Ganon's wish, but this had called for all these emotions he was pulled into unwillingly.
To be frank, Link looked forward to being an adult...again. He never was told what to do by anyone. Many people would describe him as a free spirit, one that couldn't stay indoors all his life or in one place; they have to be out doing something and enjoying life to its seams. As an adult, there were even less limits for him. No one would call him a child or tell him he shouldn't be out late. No one would laugh at his "crazy ploys for attention" or that HE, of such stature, was the renown "skilled swordsman" that went around saving kingdoms.
Link's hand tightened on the saddle horn in anger. Zelda had "gifted" him with his childhood immediately after they had sealed Ganon in the Evil Realm. Upon becoming a child again, he felt so weak and false. Link sometimes couldn't decide who he really was: a courageous boy, or heroic man stuck in a feeble shell. All these thoughts could drive him mad!
From his pocket, Link drew out the Ocarina of Time, another gift from Zelda, to remember their adventure by. The memento was the most beautiful instrument Link had ever seen or heard. It was all the shades of blue and glowed with a luminance, almost as if all the oceans and seas were all poured into its porcelain, mixed with the light of the sun, moon, and stars; then all of these elements reflected off the waves of sound. A blue Triforce was etched into the mouth piece, a solid dark blue to stand alone from the other blues that always switched tints and crawled over the tiny instrument.
The sound was even more mesmerizing than the look of the device. Earthly words could hardly scratch the surface of its beauty. Possibly the very first breeze blowing softly though the reeds of a lake on that first day of Time, before everything was raped and everything brave enough to sing out in joy, even if it lacked a mouth. Perhaps its the voice of some fair goddess, or a phoenix, but no human voice could imitate its coo. Link couldn't describe it's sound, but anyone or anything that heard the Ocarina of Time was somehow affected. Magic flowed through every note.
The young blonde took a breath and slowly blew into the ocarina, his stress blew out of the holes in it when they weren't covered by his fingers, and all seemed okay while he played Zelda's Lullaby. The last notes faded into the air to be swept away and lost to some far off place. The sun was just setting and the sky became a melted pink- purple with silhouetted clouds.
The Journey to Gyde's Rock
Chap. 1: A Boy
Sure he'd heard tales about the waste of Lathrian, but never once had he thought the solitude of this place could be this extreme. A boy led his horse, head drooping and clopping lazily down the dust-baked path. The trail seemed to cleave through the baron mountains endlessly with no change of scenery. Every now and then a starved, tree would be pitifully clinging in some crack and a bird would rasp from above. The tiny horse, Epona, her coat was a mousy brown, an embarrassment to the rich chocolate-strawberry it would boast in her prime state. Her gleaming white mane and tail were reduced into gray, dead leaves.
Her rider wasn't much to look at either. Link, only at 14 continued to lead Epona on with a hope learned from hardships no child should (or could) imagine. Beneath the wispy straw hair, dusty green tunic, and matching hood (that he refused to take off), there was so much more than a typical boy yet to become a man. There hid secrets in a certain sparkle in his deep blue eyes; one that only two other people in the world knew; only two other that knew the legend was true. His purpose pushed him on.
Link looked up at the sky and squinted his clear eyes. The blue pulsated along with the big yellow yolk simmering smugly in is frying pan. About 6:30. He thought Not long 'til sundown I guess. Sunset would be a relief from the heat for Link, but it would also mean the monsters would come out. In every land Link had ever been through, night was the time the darkest, biggest creatures emerged. In Link's homeland, Hyrule, Skullkids would spring out of the ground right were you were going to put your foot down, ready to bash your brains in. Link felt a twang of loftiness and smiled. It was always fun to destroy those boneheads. It was even easier with his updated Kokiri sword and the Hero's shield banging softly against his back. The light rhythmic pressure was like having a friend's reassuring hand rest between his shoulder blades. His friends, human at least, were far, far away in Hyrule though; Malon, Saria, Impa, Ruto....all gone. Link then remembered the princess of the kingdom: Zelda. She was back there too.
A girl with wavy golden hair, aqua moist eyes that held the universe, powdery white skin, brazen earrings wrapped into the 3 triangles of the Triforce, all in a flowing pink gown with rich purple and blue embroidery; and of course the golden circlet upon her head, broadcasting her rank to all who bear their eyes on her majesty. She beckoned to Link from far down the road with her delicately white-gloved hands. The boy's insides flipped and he dug his boots into Epona's bare sides. She gave a surprised snort of protest, but took off galloping. Link had gained the trust of his steed with much cost. His heart punched faster and faster with the clipity-clop of his horse's hooves. Zelda's image steadily grew along with Link's spirit and hope. His hearted strove to see a friend, a human.... at least once again. He couldn't talk to his horse forever.
Epona suddenly reared back with a frightened neigh, threw Link many feet away. He fell with a yelp on his face and quickly scrambled up.
"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU HO-!?" Link froze with the piercing glare Epona swung around and gave him. It was amazing how human his little pony could be. Gasping for breath and holding his scraped nose, Link saw why Epona had lurched. All the happiness he thought he had ever felt seeped right out of boots and into the cracks of dust and negativity.
In front of Epona was a gnarled bush, no taller than Link. It had desperate-looking yellow buds stained with the hardships of trying to take root in a place like this. There was no Zelda, she was still countless miles away in some snug bed, probably with golden blankets and pillows, and maids, hanging intensively on the slightest ring of her bell. Link was here with dirt, a bush, and livestock. He walked over to Epona's head, took it in his hands, and looked right into her black shiny eyes.
"I'm stupid. You were right, my dear. It's just the heat....just....the heat."
The weather really wasn't the sole blame though. Link knew he couldn't blame the sun for doing her job. He knew he was changing, but it shouldn't be so new to him. From those short weeks...he had been an adult; strong, handsome, feared, and more courageous than ever. He knew what he was going to be like in a few years. Just that last time, he had slept though this confusing time after pulling out the Master Sword at the Temple of Time....yet another memory lost in Hyrule. How cruel time was, yet his label was the Hero of Time.....Hero of Cruelty? He tried not to think of all the outcomes.
Time leads you on in a race, but as soon as you see the finish, you try to tooth and claw you way back to the beginning, which would mean your start was pointless. Link believed he'd stay the same as the Kokiri children he had been raised as. But he discovered he was a Hylian, that's why he had changed while everyone else had remained in blissful ignorance. He had been plunged into knowledge, wisdom, good & evil...love. Link had been thrown into this storm without warning, guidance-or choice. All because of one little triangle on the back of his left hand.
He leaned against Epona and raised his left hand above his head, and twisted it this way and that as a lady who fancied materials would examine a particularly large rock. He couldn't see the Triforce of Courage, but he knew it was there. Its golden splendor would only emerge when the other two triangles; Wisdom, belonging to Princess Zelda, and Power, owned by the terrible Ganon, were all at the same place. Then the triangles would be drawn to eachother and be united as the Triforce. The Sacred Triangle would grant the wish of whomever lay their flesh upon it. Link had had to save the world from Ganon's wish, but this had called for all these emotions he was pulled into unwillingly.
To be frank, Link looked forward to being an adult...again. He never was told what to do by anyone. Many people would describe him as a free spirit, one that couldn't stay indoors all his life or in one place; they have to be out doing something and enjoying life to its seams. As an adult, there were even less limits for him. No one would call him a child or tell him he shouldn't be out late. No one would laugh at his "crazy ploys for attention" or that HE, of such stature, was the renown "skilled swordsman" that went around saving kingdoms.
Link's hand tightened on the saddle horn in anger. Zelda had "gifted" him with his childhood immediately after they had sealed Ganon in the Evil Realm. Upon becoming a child again, he felt so weak and false. Link sometimes couldn't decide who he really was: a courageous boy, or heroic man stuck in a feeble shell. All these thoughts could drive him mad!
From his pocket, Link drew out the Ocarina of Time, another gift from Zelda, to remember their adventure by. The memento was the most beautiful instrument Link had ever seen or heard. It was all the shades of blue and glowed with a luminance, almost as if all the oceans and seas were all poured into its porcelain, mixed with the light of the sun, moon, and stars; then all of these elements reflected off the waves of sound. A blue Triforce was etched into the mouth piece, a solid dark blue to stand alone from the other blues that always switched tints and crawled over the tiny instrument.
The sound was even more mesmerizing than the look of the device. Earthly words could hardly scratch the surface of its beauty. Possibly the very first breeze blowing softly though the reeds of a lake on that first day of Time, before everything was raped and everything brave enough to sing out in joy, even if it lacked a mouth. Perhaps its the voice of some fair goddess, or a phoenix, but no human voice could imitate its coo. Link couldn't describe it's sound, but anyone or anything that heard the Ocarina of Time was somehow affected. Magic flowed through every note.
The young blonde took a breath and slowly blew into the ocarina, his stress blew out of the holes in it when they weren't covered by his fingers, and all seemed okay while he played Zelda's Lullaby. The last notes faded into the air to be swept away and lost to some far off place. The sun was just setting and the sky became a melted pink- purple with silhouetted clouds.