Disclaimer- I do not own The Legend of Zelda (although it would be cool if
I did), however any characters which are not from Zelda ARE MINE!!
Anyways a little note from moi- Well this is my very first Zelda fanfic and I hope you all like it…and could you be so kind to review after you've read it…thank you. ANYWAYS ENJOY!
The Legend of Zelda: A Tale Of Destiny
1
A vast beautiful land spread out before her, the sun was blazing high in the sky with no cloud in sight. She looked down from the hill she was sitting on and glazed out to it as the day passed by.
"Celeste," whispered a voice along the gentle breeze, "Celeste," it called again, "Quickly Celeste, we need your help…help us Celeste…"
The voice suddenly faded away and the sun turned black, the vast beauties of the land darken in a blink of an eye. Celeste stood up, almost fearful of the sudden change, the climate grew cold and she felt it…evil, pure evil consuming all that was good. The bright blue sky went gloomy and black; the emerald green grass dried up and turned brown with blood.
The stench of death was strong and thick, wafting in a grey mist above the ground. Then she saw it, the dead bodies of men, women and children lying on the blood drenched grass.
"Celeste please we beg you! Stop the pain, stop the pain!" the voice came out in a high cry, a shriek of pain and aguish, "Celeste if you cannot stop it then it will consume you and your world…help us!!!"
Celeste fell to the floor; a sharp pain pierced her chest as if something stabbed a blade into her, "Stop it!" she screamed, "Stop it!" It didn't, the pain grew and grew, twisting inside of her. She grabbed onto her chest to try to end it, but she only came away with bloody hands, she stared down at them and started screaming.
"No!" Celeste screamed out in her darken apartment, she sat up breathing in deeply trying to calm herself. Every night for the last three weeks had been the same, but why? She thought, why the same dream? What does it all mean? She turned to her pathetic excuse for a bedside table, which really was a stool, and picked up a small brown bottle. She twisted the cap off and tipped the contents out, however there wasn't anything inside it. The nightmares were so bad that her doctor prescribed her tranquillisers.
Unfortunately they never really worked.
She threw the bottle across her room in anger, "Piece of shit," she muttered as she glanced towards her watch. 11:32am it read, her eyes widen knowing that she was already late for work. In five minutes flat, a new world record, she was dressed and ready for action. However it came to her that she worked in 'Hellhole Central' and all that enthusiasm vanished within seconds. She grabbed her keys, opened the door and ran out, hoping that her bus for once would arrive on time. Celeste raced down the three floors and out to the main street.
"Celeste!" shouted the head waitress Bertha, "What the hell do you call this?" Celeste stood in the kitchen with her blank face, "12:24 and…12 seconds." Bertha's face washed red with anger, "Don't be sassy with me, girl. Or your ass will be out of a job!"
Celeste nodded, "Understood Le Capitan," she mocked with a salute, but quickly vanished from Bertha's sight before she really fired her.
She pulled out her writing pad and pen and marched her way to the tables along the walls.
'Hellhole Central' as Celeste would put it, looked like a dump. Well, it was a dump, the place was too small and not many people came in anyway. The food wasn't the best around and the uniforms, who the hell thought up of green for a uniform? None other than Riley Truman, Mr Truman to employees. He was manager and owner of 'Tell Tale Diner' or 'Hellhole Central' to the rest of the population. He wasn't a nice guy, and he really didn't care. No one particularly liked him, not even his wife Bertha, and no one could blame her either. He seemed obsessed with making money, well saving it, because after 20 years of the 'Tell Tale Diner' being in business he never spent any of his profits improving the place.
Celeste grabbed a hair band from her pocket and tied her raven hair back in a ponytail. She only had six hours before her shift was over, however six hours in that place felt like a million years.
"Celeste! Stop standing around and get to work! Now!" shouted Bertha from the kitchen.
"Only six hours Celeste," she whispered to herself, "Only six hours."
Anyways a little note from moi- Well this is my very first Zelda fanfic and I hope you all like it…and could you be so kind to review after you've read it…thank you. ANYWAYS ENJOY!
The Legend of Zelda: A Tale Of Destiny
1
A vast beautiful land spread out before her, the sun was blazing high in the sky with no cloud in sight. She looked down from the hill she was sitting on and glazed out to it as the day passed by.
"Celeste," whispered a voice along the gentle breeze, "Celeste," it called again, "Quickly Celeste, we need your help…help us Celeste…"
The voice suddenly faded away and the sun turned black, the vast beauties of the land darken in a blink of an eye. Celeste stood up, almost fearful of the sudden change, the climate grew cold and she felt it…evil, pure evil consuming all that was good. The bright blue sky went gloomy and black; the emerald green grass dried up and turned brown with blood.
The stench of death was strong and thick, wafting in a grey mist above the ground. Then she saw it, the dead bodies of men, women and children lying on the blood drenched grass.
"Celeste please we beg you! Stop the pain, stop the pain!" the voice came out in a high cry, a shriek of pain and aguish, "Celeste if you cannot stop it then it will consume you and your world…help us!!!"
Celeste fell to the floor; a sharp pain pierced her chest as if something stabbed a blade into her, "Stop it!" she screamed, "Stop it!" It didn't, the pain grew and grew, twisting inside of her. She grabbed onto her chest to try to end it, but she only came away with bloody hands, she stared down at them and started screaming.
"No!" Celeste screamed out in her darken apartment, she sat up breathing in deeply trying to calm herself. Every night for the last three weeks had been the same, but why? She thought, why the same dream? What does it all mean? She turned to her pathetic excuse for a bedside table, which really was a stool, and picked up a small brown bottle. She twisted the cap off and tipped the contents out, however there wasn't anything inside it. The nightmares were so bad that her doctor prescribed her tranquillisers.
Unfortunately they never really worked.
She threw the bottle across her room in anger, "Piece of shit," she muttered as she glanced towards her watch. 11:32am it read, her eyes widen knowing that she was already late for work. In five minutes flat, a new world record, she was dressed and ready for action. However it came to her that she worked in 'Hellhole Central' and all that enthusiasm vanished within seconds. She grabbed her keys, opened the door and ran out, hoping that her bus for once would arrive on time. Celeste raced down the three floors and out to the main street.
"Celeste!" shouted the head waitress Bertha, "What the hell do you call this?" Celeste stood in the kitchen with her blank face, "12:24 and…12 seconds." Bertha's face washed red with anger, "Don't be sassy with me, girl. Or your ass will be out of a job!"
Celeste nodded, "Understood Le Capitan," she mocked with a salute, but quickly vanished from Bertha's sight before she really fired her.
She pulled out her writing pad and pen and marched her way to the tables along the walls.
'Hellhole Central' as Celeste would put it, looked like a dump. Well, it was a dump, the place was too small and not many people came in anyway. The food wasn't the best around and the uniforms, who the hell thought up of green for a uniform? None other than Riley Truman, Mr Truman to employees. He was manager and owner of 'Tell Tale Diner' or 'Hellhole Central' to the rest of the population. He wasn't a nice guy, and he really didn't care. No one particularly liked him, not even his wife Bertha, and no one could blame her either. He seemed obsessed with making money, well saving it, because after 20 years of the 'Tell Tale Diner' being in business he never spent any of his profits improving the place.
Celeste grabbed a hair band from her pocket and tied her raven hair back in a ponytail. She only had six hours before her shift was over, however six hours in that place felt like a million years.
"Celeste! Stop standing around and get to work! Now!" shouted Bertha from the kitchen.
"Only six hours Celeste," she whispered to herself, "Only six hours."