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All characters and places referring to the video game series, The Legend of Zelda, is owned by Nintendo. (You think if I owned these that I'd sacrifice my teenage life and vision to sit a computer and type all this? Yes? O.o bah!:p) Other names, characters, and towns that are not owned by Nintendo are from my own mind and are therefore my own creations, please don't steal them. Rock alien will be angry, and he will attack you from under his rug or inside his closest. ^.^ j/k. Enjoy de read!In the Line of Destiny
--Taking place in modern day Hyrule; A class of students majoring in history get a chance to travel within Hyrule to view and tour it's ancient castle. One night, when the students stay in a small forest town, one is constantly followed by a small cloaked figure. Who is this figure? And why this one student? Is this a sign of something to come? --
Chapter 1- Trip of a Lifetime -
'Thump. Thump. Thump.' On and on the sound went. Soon becoming a constant rhythm of a tilted head bouncing against a bus window. She was determined to get at least a few minutes of sleep, being the ride itself was anything but exciting. Come to think of it, the ride wasn't all too comfy either. Of course not one rider could disagree that this was definitely a trip of a lifetime. The students majoring in history at Nayru University had finally squandered enough money, begging for their history professor to allow a little 'field trip'. It was all the historian nuts who had a book glued to their nose at all times that wanted this trip. Threatening their only source for a meager meal a day and a chance at affording to actually clean the their laundry for this! Since the money-hungry washers always gulped down two blue rupees a load, never getting its fill, you had to dig well under the couch coushins.
So was she one who would plague the library hunting for historic information as if a total scavenger? Hell no. The only reason she was on this trip was because she was on the brink of failing the semester. Going on this trip will make some nice extra credit come finals. No, she wasn't stupid, nor did she understand the blah historic past of this primitive country. She possibly knew more than the ravaged wolfos that were her fellow history students.
It was just; the country's history was so, predictable. Far too ordinary compared to any other country in the region. The oldest recorded records they say were only a thousand or so years ago. The country could not have been that young, there was no possible way. The only recorded war, that was more like a protest, caused the fall of dictatorship and the royal family being driven away. A democracy was then formed, and is still in strong effect today. The only race mentioned in the beginning was the dominance today, Hylian. Humans were mentioned once immigrating from overseas. It was just so strange. No country was ever that peaceful. There had to have been something else, hidden by the government cause they'd rather not have the public know. Keeping the public in the dark was always perfect for them, because then they'd have more control. This girl had told this thought to many of her friends, teachers, anyone that would be willing to listen to her ideas. But as every single one had done, with their too narrow of minds to consider anything, was just burst into laughter. Telling her to drop such a cocka-mee-mee idea, well that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.
So why did she ever major in history? Historians get paid big bucks if they know their stuff. Plus you can't just deny that constant thirst to find something more and this trip might just quench that thirst too. Far from the desolate city nestled on Lake Hylia called Thalassa, they would travel to the northwestern edge of Hyrule. The name of the city came from travelers who stumbled across Lake Hylia. After founding a small village there the travelers became so awed by the lake's size it was like a sea to them. It would take them two days journeying by bus to the location of the ancient Hyrule castle and the castle town at the foot of it. The entire town and castle was rebuilt, to make a complete replica of the old one, even containing furniture and odd personal items belong to the royal family itself. The place was all a complete tourist trap, but still became informative on historic myths and lore. You just had to make sure not to be suckered into buying any maps.
'Thump. Thump. Thump. CRACK!!' A muffled groan followed the teeth-rattling hit against the window. The bus must have just accidentally plowed through another pothole that makes all the occupants fly inches form their seat. Causing them all to fall down with a butt first impact, smacking heads with the sharer of your seat.
"Morning, sunshine!" A cheery voice exclaimed, right in her ear. Sure it's nice when a person has someone around that's constantly cheery, but not when that person suddenly gets a splitting headache and has been asleep the entire ride.
Taking her right hand the girl rubbed her aching head. Blonde hair, at the moment a straggly mess with bangs, fell into her face like many times before. With this kind of hair she always had to keep on her toes, ready to fight off all scissors wielding bangs haters. So far from the looks of it though, she was still victorious. "Mmph." She grunted in response, sky blue eyes still clouded from attempted sleep.
"Oh come on, Lyndsey! Wake up! It's a beautiful day!" Her companion in the seat noted, still in a bright tone.
Lyndsey turned to the window, which loves to cause pain, finally waking up. What to be seen wasn't all too beautiful. Rain streaked glass made looking through it a complete blur. Gray shaded the entire sky, and every time the bus would hit a bump mud would fly, speckling the entire window.
Turning back Lyndsey commented with a spark of sarcasm, "You're right Kyle, that's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
"Maybe you should have kept on sleeping." Kyle replied, dryly.
Ignoring his comment Lyndsey looked up and ahead, her view to the front window blocked by various heads. The road was an old gravel, now mud, trail that always doubled in potholes when it rained. They were lucky it wasn't washed out yet. Even though Hyrule was very up-to-date with technology, they still had horrible roads. Clearing her throat Lyndsey called out with a whine loud enough so the world around her could hear her, "Are we there yet?"
Groans responded from all the alert passengers, some giving her disgusted looks while others threatened to throw objects at her. Ducking back behind the seat she snickered, oh how fun it was to pick on the short nerved, easy to annoy people.
Changing her tone back to serious she questioned Kyle, "So where are we staying again for tonight?"
Kyle scrunched his brow, a common trademark when he would think deeply. "The Deku Scrub Inn, which is in that small forest village named Koriki."
"Such odd names all these towns have." Lyndsey remarked as that thought appeared inside her brain. That became her best and only answer to Kyle's information.
Chuckling the chocolate color eyed boy nodded in agreement. His hair and eyes matched in color, and sweetness as rich as chocolate was always clearly shown.
The ride journeyed about another four hours more, stopping only when reaching their planned destination. They arrived at Koriki right when nightfall was lingering. With the day's light gasping for one final breath before being swallowed whole by night's deep blue abyss. The town itself was small in comparison to its massive surroundings. The forest towered above almost engulfing the few structures unable to compare to nature's own regal beauty. It all seemed to glow, the tops of the trees fueled by the golden touch of the sun's dying rays.
The bus came to a halt in front of a single floored, but widely built structure, taking up much of the street they turned on. It was a miracle that their jarring machine on wheels had finally ceased and diseased. They were all finally free from its clutches! Lyndsey could barely sit still in her seat. While everyone else, including Kyle, were so dead tired and stiff they could barely stand up. It was taking forever to unload the bus being everyone decided to move slower than a dead grandma. Lyndsey was starting to regret that of choosing a seat near the back.
"Oh come on! Come on! Come on people! We're finally free and you're as slow as a log rotting!" Lyndsey half yelled, half muttered. Only passengers in the surround seats heard her.
"A log rotting?" Kyle questioned, confused by her use of words.
"Well, I saw a tree and thought of that once." Lyndsey said quickly, using it as a dumb excuse.
A random guy spoke up to Lyndsey's comment, "Who says we just keep Lyndsey on the bus for the night?" He was fairly good-looking, but seemed cocky. Lyndsey probably punched him once or twice in her college lifetime.
A single response of "ME!" from almost the entire busload revealed that they shared the cocky boy's feelings.
Kyle kept a pretty smug look during that whole ordeal, smartly keeping his trap shut.
"Oh, I suppose you share their feelings?" Lyndsey asked, sarcastic spark there as usual.
"I didn't say a word." He simply put, finally getting a chance to enter the isle with his bags and working his way to the front.
Lyndsey followed, duffel bag slung over her shoulder. "You're coming with me to gaze about the town, right?"
"I suppose."
"Yay! Want to share a room too? To save money so a person doesn't have to pay a ton for single rooms." Well, since she was getting positive results, might as well try him with that proposition so she can save an extra buck.
"Sure." Kyle answered quickly, not even bothering to think about his answer. He knew he'd get talked into it anyway.
"Alright!" She cheered. There were just too many times that she loved his easy-going attitude. He couldn't refuse or turn down anything.
Once finally reaching the last step before exiting the bus Lyndsey had to freeze in a moment of awe. The town bustled with people heading home from work. As cars buzzed by shops slowly lighted up to prevent darkness from forecoming. But no, no that wasn't what she had froze for. It was for the magnificent giants that towered beyond the people, cars, and stores. Their shadowy figures rocketed onward and upward to the heavens. The many shades of green brightened an otherwise dull world. The trunks were so wide it matched that of three people side-by-side. And the height, oh their height seemed to never end. Nature's pride and joy by no means. She always seemed to have a certain connection to the forest, even though she had never seen it before till this moment.
"Clear the way already!" A loud obnoxious voice shattered Lyndsey's far off dream. Bringing her back to the fact that she was still parked right on the final step of the bus and was blocking the path of the other anxious riders. Who were read to plow her over at any given moment.
Blushing fiercely at her dumb moment Lyndsey quickly stepped out of the way. Once again joining Kyle as they entered the main lobby of the only motel in town.
Once stepping inside the two students' ears rung from the all too familiar yells of their professor, Professor Malcolm. Right inside the door was where everyone gathered. While a tall, older man stood in front of the lobby desk, ordering people to stay put and wait till all the students were inside. He had the exact look of a professor from books or movies. A slim, yet still fair figured man with sophisticated glasses and graying hair. Most of those gray hairs probably came from this year's class. They were truly a bunch that kept him on his toes.
Lyndsey and Kyle took a spot to the side, farther in back. There were both tall and fit Hylians so they could see well over some heads. Kyle had neatly cut chocolate brown hair, perfect with teeth that always shone a sweet smile, and was almost always very neatly dressed as well. He was, as some people would say, the perfect guy that you only see in your imagination. Though being so perfect meant he was hunted down by girls everywhere he went.
There were times where Lyndsey would just pull a girl aside, if she caught the girl giving Kyle a couple looks. Then she would tell her, "I've seen how you've been looking at him." And just before the captive girl would run off Lyndsey would keep on talking, "You sure you don't watch a crack at him? He's easy! Oh, me? I'm just there to make him look good. Come on!" Then to make matters worse Lyndsey would bring the girl over and leave him alone with her. To top it off the girl would have some kind of habit that would drive Kyle to the brink of insanity. Lyndsey always said though that she should leave so they'd, "Get a chance to know each other."
Oh he'd get her back though. Just sticking her in a small, enclosed room with this firey red head in the class named Gary and it'll be torturous. Those two collided like fire and ice, ever since they were little. It was just her luck that he had to major in the same class as she, probably to force her to get arrested for murder. One time Kyle had rigged it so it was only Lyndsey and Gary being locked inside a cramped storage room. By the time the doors were opened Lyndsey had cuts and bruises all over her and Gary was stuck in a headlock.
Lyndsey, compared to Kyle, is an utter opposite by no means. Her attire always consisted of worn and comfortable clothes. Nothing like the other women of today wore. Her hair lay straight, and her bangs would always find some way to get into her eyes. She was tall and small built but tough none-the-less. You didn't get on her bad side.
Seeing that everyone had finally entered the motel, Professor Malcolm began to address his students. "Class, as you can see, we have actually survived the bus ride!"
He was then interrupted and over-powered by the whoops and yells from the crowd.
Talking twice as loud as he did before the professor knew exactly what to do to settle them down. "Yes, I know you're delighted. But just think, tomorrow's ride is going to be longer yet!"
Hearing that the crowd automatically hushed.
Knowing the response he received was going to happen, Professor Malcolm smirked. "Now, why I brought you all together here was the matter of rooms. The clerk has informed me that there is just enough room to house us only if there's two to a room."
"I get the bed closest to the window, roomy." Kyle whispered, leaning his head to Lyndsey's ear so she would hear him loud and clear.
"We shall see." She whispered back with a smirk.
"But," The professor broke in again. "To prevent any kind of 'accidents' from occurring I have come to the conclusion that girls will stay with girls and guys will stay with guys. So, to make matters easier I will assign who will stay with whom."
Groans fill the room. Some student's mutters could be heard while a select few were brave enough to toss out comments such as 'We aren't in elementary school anymore!' or 'What's the worse that could happen?'
Lyndsey's heart sank. Never, was she able to get along well with her fellow members of the same sex. She might have just as well been born a man for how she acted. Always pinned as 'one of the guys', she despised joint projects with the women of her class, past and present. Now she had to share a room with one of those prissy, under-dressed bimbos? Maybe she should have dealt without the extra credit.
Holding up his hands as a motion to demand silence Professor Malcolm looked as if he was about to scream.
Right when the room hushed a fairly short, fire color haired man spoke up. "Well, what if you have girls that are mistaken for guys?" When ending he looked to Lyndsey, an evil glint in his eye. He had picked the perfect time to call out the comment; the room was of utter silence.
Through eyes as cold as ice shards and clenched teeth Lyndsey fired back a comment, "Well what if you have guys that scream like a girl?"
"Alright, alright. Knock it off you two." By some miraculous way the professor was able to silence the ban of snickers and 'oooo's by simply saying those simple words. Must be something that comes naturally to all teachers. The attention now focused back on him again Professor Malcolm began to speak. This time he pulled out a supposed victim from the crowd. The person was a girl, very pretty, and by the looks of it she knew it too. She wore a short flowered skirt and a form-fitting shirt. Every inch of her face was covered in makeup so it looked perfect while her hair was pulled back all cutesy like. Appearing like an innocent angel she seemed like the perfect girl for any guy. Lyndsey knew her well, as being a complete slut. 'Any guy, anytime, any where' was this gal's motto.
"I'll start off with Shawna." Professor Malcolm said, referring to whom he pulled out as he laid his arm casually around her shoulder. "Any volunteers for sharing a room with her?"
The room went still as eyes began to dart about the room to each person. A few guys raised their hands, as if they thought they were funny.
"I bet Professor Malcolm is about ready to volunteer himself." Lyndsey muttered. Anyone in listening distance couldn't help to sustain a slight snicker.
Snapping his head in Lyndsey's direction like a hunter to a rustle in the brush the professor grinned. "Ah, Lyndsey Courager, just the one I was thinking of. You two are perfect! Room 37, Section D; it's not reachable from the lobby you must walk around to the back."
"What!?" Both roommates retorted in unison.
"Oh you'll survive! Now step aside we need to keep moving." Professor Malcolm ordered, grabbing another student from the crowd and repeating the process.
"Of all the dirty rotten…" Lyndsey said softly through her teeth as she made her way to the door. No one could decipher what she muttered next, nor did they want to.
Shawna came prancing over, high heals clicking and a huffing the entire way. Her makeup caked eyes were dulled by annoyance as she passed by Lyndsey. Showing the keys for the room in her hand and waving them past Lyndsey's face Shawna spoke in an up-tight, snobby tone. "I can't believe out of all the people out there that I have to share a room with you." She sneered on the last word like it was unholy to speak it.
"Believe me, I share your pain." Lyndsey remarked, reluctantly following her to the door.
"Hey! Wait!" A voice called while an arm took hold of Lyndsey, stopping her dead in her tracks.
She slowly turned around, already knowing it was Kyle by the sound of his voice, "What?"
"Are you still going to journey through the town?" Kyle questioned. His eyes were of eagerness and curiosity.
Lyndsey shrugged. "Yeah sure, twenty minutes?"
Glancing back to see half the room already starting to clear he answered. "Fifteen and right at these doors."
"Done." Lyndsey simply said with a grin. The grin immediately disappeared once hearing the most ear ringing voice screech, "Aren't you coming!?!"
Gritting her teeth and rolling her eyes Lyndsey spun around, continuing to the door. Once she reached where Shawna stood she spoke with a hammed up bright tone, "Yes, Dear!"
Kyle couldn't help but snicker. He should have felt at least a bit sorry for her, since she was always stuck in these kinds of situations. But do you think he was? Naw…
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No this is not a fic where all the characters from the games are modernized, so Gary is not exactly Ganondorf, Lyndsey is not Link or Zelda and Kyle isn't.. anybody! Ahahahah! You just have to wait a see what happens to these folks.:p