This story is based on when Link has to escort Telma, Ilia, and the zora child to Kakariko. It's very short. One-shot, LinkxIlia although not really specified very much.
I sat in the wagon, silently praying to whichever goddess listening that we would reach Kakariko village safely. The zora child beside me moaned and rolled over. He was sweating…I wiped his brow with a cloth, but it didn't seem to do much. The wagon seemed to hit each and every rock on the path, making the already bumpy ride even bumpier. The cries of those terrible monsters filled my ears, with an occasional yell from the brave young man behind us as he tried to fight them off.
Out of nowhere, flaming arrows began whizzing past the wagon from every direction. "Please don't hit the wagon…please…" I whispered. Link used his bow to shoot down several of the monsters that were aiming at us, but there were too many of them. One of the arrows came straight towards us, and I ducked down below the window and covered the boy. It hit the side of the wagon.
Within seconds, the entire hood of the wagon was engulfed in flame. I shrieked and tried to put it out, but it only grew larger. The fire crept along the frame of the wagon, burning the wood as it went. Smoke seeped into my eyes and stung horribly, and when I tried to breathe I almost choked on the foul substance. I began coughing uncontrollably, and tears leaked from my eyes.
I looked behind us and saw Link desperately fighting off the monsters, trying as hard as he could to get to the wagon and stop the flames. It seemed, however, as many as he killed, two more took its place. He would never get to us in time.
The inferno grew worse, and I knew we were doomed. I wrapped my arms around the boy, and with the last of my strength I threw him out of the wagon. Link quickly scooped him up and sat the boy in front of himself, making sure he had one arm around the boy at all times. The flames now covered the opening to the wagon, so there was no way for me to get out. I knew I was going to die.
I looked at Link, and then it hit me like a ton of bricks. In that second, everything came rushing back to me. I remembered. Link. My best friend. The man I loved. He was brave, strong…a hero. But he couldn't save me. It was too late. I screamed his name, and he looked at me. He saw the recognition in my eyes; he knew I remembered. "Ilia!" he screamed. He spurred his horse—Epona, I remembered—forward, and tried to get to the wagon. The monsters drew in around him, and he couldn't get away from them.
The smoke was getting to me. More than anything, more than the heat or the flames—the smoke would be what would kill me. I couldn't breathe, I was suffocating. I felt dizzy, and I could not stop coughing. I knew this was it. My last breath…and the last thing I felt was a sudden gust of wind, and a sudden drop of temperature. And then…nothing.
Is Ilia dead? Or did she just pass out? I think I'll leave that up to you. Or perhaps I'll write another chapter. If I get enough reviews saying I should.