Disclaimer: I don't own the Legend of Zelda, Shigeru Miyamoto does. I do own Eric and his family though.
A/N: I've had daydreams about this story, and I thought one day, why don't I write this one down? It has a good storyline, I guess. I hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 1
"I'm bored," Link announced, slouched in a chair in the Hyrule Castle library. Zelda glanced up from the large heavy textbook she was reading from to glare skeptically at him. "Well, at least you have time to be bored. I have nearly no leisure time at all!"
Link glanced over at her, his gaze just as skeptical as hers. "Well then, why do you spend that little time you do have reading boring books, when you could spend it doing something much more interesting?" he countered.
She closed the book with a loud thump, casting dust into the air. She sneezed daintily. "And what interesting things are you referring to?" she demanded. If she had been standing, her hands would've been on her hips.
Link grinned and leaned toward her, planting a kiss on her lower lip. She blushed and pulled away. "Link! I told you not to do that!" she chastised, glancing nervously about. "What if a servant sees that? You know how fast news travel in this castle!"
Link shrugged. He knew very well that news traveled fast in the castle. Once, a few months ago, he had been practicing his swordplay inside the castle, it had been raining cats and dogs outside. He was in the trophy room because it was nice and spacious in there. He had accidentally nicked the side of one of the king's favorite golden trophies. When he had examined it, he didn't think it was very noticeable.
About an hour later, the king confronted Link himself and scolded him for being careless and swinging his sword around like a maniac inside the castle. By this time, Link had already forgotten about the trophy, and he and the king had gotten into an argument. This was when the king's dislike for Link was made known to the hero for the first time.
He sighed. The king's dislike for him had steadily grown over those months to the present. He didn't like wandering the hallways near the throne room or the king's bedroom, or he would encounter the monarch.
The past few days had been rather unbearable, the king never missing a chance to castigate Link on the most trivial of things. Like, 'Your belt is too lose', or 'Why don't you comb your hair every once in a while?' It was like he was some naggy parent of his. And Link did not like to be nagged, at all.
Link shrugged. "I know," he said simply. He encased her in a loose embrace and kissed her gently upon the lips. He pulled away quickly before she had time to recover and stood at the doorway, grinning at her. "I'll see you later, Princess," he said. He winked and was gone. Zelda touched a finger to her lips and sighed. Whenever he kissed her, she always felt so breathless.
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With his hands deep in his pockets, Link sauntered through Hyrule Castle Town, heading for Hyrule Field. He had been in the castle for at least four hours and it had nearly driven him crazy, even if he had been with the Princess for most of that time. He was just itching to take a ride with Epona across the open Hyrulean Field and feel the wind blowing in his face.
The hero was walking by a vendor, eyeing the merchandise, when he bumped into a short stout middle-aged man. The man, who looked to be in his late thirties, had a gruff appearance to him.
He had a full scraggly brown mustache, speckled with gray hairs and a thick brown beard with gray hair every now and then. His eyes were a dull gray that exuded low tolerance and a quick temper. He was a rather burly man; his arms and legs were thick, giving the impression that he was a hard- worker.
Link scratched the back of his head and bowed slightly. "Excuse me. I didn't see you there," Link apologized lightly. The man nodded curtly and Link turned to go when he stopped him. "Wait. You're the Hero of Time, aren't you?" he demanded more that asked, gruffly.
Link nodded, mentally punching himself for taking the scenic route through the town. He didn't want to be deterred from his plans for the day. Unfortunately, it looked like that was exactly what the middle-aged man before him had intended to do.
"The name's Galan. I have a job for you." It was a statement and in no way a request, which annoyed Link. The hero frowned. "Look, mister, I have things to-"
"Come on!" Galan interrupted, motioning to his cart where two spindly- looking horses were tethered to it. "Let's go."
Link rolled his eyes and sighed exasperatedly, shoving his hands in his pockets in defeat and following the stranger to the cart.
They arrived in Kakariko Village several minutes later, with Link anxious to get off. They had probably been traveling at 2 mph, if that. On Epona, Link was sure he would've lapped Galan at least thirty times.
Galan stopped the cart in front of a house, which Link assumed belonged to him. The restless blonde man hopped off and waited impatiently for Galan to dismount as well. While waiting, Link surveyed the property, wondering what his job could be that Galan had refused to disclose during their trip here.
There was a lawn in front of the house infested with weeds and crabgrass and was about a foot high. A walkway made of stepping stones split the lawn in two. Right in front of the house, on either side of the door were little gardens below the front windows. They were filled with an assortment of flowers and would've looked pretty, had they not been smothered in weeds.
Link hoped to the goddesses he wasn't brought here to garden because he didn't know a damn thing about gardening, nor would he stoop so low as to do it anyway. He turned to glare at Galan who finally had dismounted and was walking towards the door. He turned around to look Link up and down.
"So, you gonna tell me what my job is yet?" Link demanded, already tired of being there. Galan nodded curtly. "Come on out here, Eric!" Galan yelled behind him. Link glanced around the burly man as the front door to the house opened and a young scrawny boy stepped out.
His hair was a light messy brown. It looked like he hadn't washed it in months and it had specks of dirt in its depths. His eyes were large and muddy brown and seemed to radiate innocence, but at the same time shone with great determination. His clothes were loose on him, as if they had not been made to fit him and he was simply wearing his father's clothes.
Link stared at the boy then back at Galan. "This is my son Eric. I want you to teach him how to use a sword."
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Do you like?
-LunaRyuu
A/N: I've had daydreams about this story, and I thought one day, why don't I write this one down? It has a good storyline, I guess. I hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 1
"I'm bored," Link announced, slouched in a chair in the Hyrule Castle library. Zelda glanced up from the large heavy textbook she was reading from to glare skeptically at him. "Well, at least you have time to be bored. I have nearly no leisure time at all!"
Link glanced over at her, his gaze just as skeptical as hers. "Well then, why do you spend that little time you do have reading boring books, when you could spend it doing something much more interesting?" he countered.
She closed the book with a loud thump, casting dust into the air. She sneezed daintily. "And what interesting things are you referring to?" she demanded. If she had been standing, her hands would've been on her hips.
Link grinned and leaned toward her, planting a kiss on her lower lip. She blushed and pulled away. "Link! I told you not to do that!" she chastised, glancing nervously about. "What if a servant sees that? You know how fast news travel in this castle!"
Link shrugged. He knew very well that news traveled fast in the castle. Once, a few months ago, he had been practicing his swordplay inside the castle, it had been raining cats and dogs outside. He was in the trophy room because it was nice and spacious in there. He had accidentally nicked the side of one of the king's favorite golden trophies. When he had examined it, he didn't think it was very noticeable.
About an hour later, the king confronted Link himself and scolded him for being careless and swinging his sword around like a maniac inside the castle. By this time, Link had already forgotten about the trophy, and he and the king had gotten into an argument. This was when the king's dislike for Link was made known to the hero for the first time.
He sighed. The king's dislike for him had steadily grown over those months to the present. He didn't like wandering the hallways near the throne room or the king's bedroom, or he would encounter the monarch.
The past few days had been rather unbearable, the king never missing a chance to castigate Link on the most trivial of things. Like, 'Your belt is too lose', or 'Why don't you comb your hair every once in a while?' It was like he was some naggy parent of his. And Link did not like to be nagged, at all.
Link shrugged. "I know," he said simply. He encased her in a loose embrace and kissed her gently upon the lips. He pulled away quickly before she had time to recover and stood at the doorway, grinning at her. "I'll see you later, Princess," he said. He winked and was gone. Zelda touched a finger to her lips and sighed. Whenever he kissed her, she always felt so breathless.
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With his hands deep in his pockets, Link sauntered through Hyrule Castle Town, heading for Hyrule Field. He had been in the castle for at least four hours and it had nearly driven him crazy, even if he had been with the Princess for most of that time. He was just itching to take a ride with Epona across the open Hyrulean Field and feel the wind blowing in his face.
The hero was walking by a vendor, eyeing the merchandise, when he bumped into a short stout middle-aged man. The man, who looked to be in his late thirties, had a gruff appearance to him.
He had a full scraggly brown mustache, speckled with gray hairs and a thick brown beard with gray hair every now and then. His eyes were a dull gray that exuded low tolerance and a quick temper. He was a rather burly man; his arms and legs were thick, giving the impression that he was a hard- worker.
Link scratched the back of his head and bowed slightly. "Excuse me. I didn't see you there," Link apologized lightly. The man nodded curtly and Link turned to go when he stopped him. "Wait. You're the Hero of Time, aren't you?" he demanded more that asked, gruffly.
Link nodded, mentally punching himself for taking the scenic route through the town. He didn't want to be deterred from his plans for the day. Unfortunately, it looked like that was exactly what the middle-aged man before him had intended to do.
"The name's Galan. I have a job for you." It was a statement and in no way a request, which annoyed Link. The hero frowned. "Look, mister, I have things to-"
"Come on!" Galan interrupted, motioning to his cart where two spindly- looking horses were tethered to it. "Let's go."
Link rolled his eyes and sighed exasperatedly, shoving his hands in his pockets in defeat and following the stranger to the cart.
They arrived in Kakariko Village several minutes later, with Link anxious to get off. They had probably been traveling at 2 mph, if that. On Epona, Link was sure he would've lapped Galan at least thirty times.
Galan stopped the cart in front of a house, which Link assumed belonged to him. The restless blonde man hopped off and waited impatiently for Galan to dismount as well. While waiting, Link surveyed the property, wondering what his job could be that Galan had refused to disclose during their trip here.
There was a lawn in front of the house infested with weeds and crabgrass and was about a foot high. A walkway made of stepping stones split the lawn in two. Right in front of the house, on either side of the door were little gardens below the front windows. They were filled with an assortment of flowers and would've looked pretty, had they not been smothered in weeds.
Link hoped to the goddesses he wasn't brought here to garden because he didn't know a damn thing about gardening, nor would he stoop so low as to do it anyway. He turned to glare at Galan who finally had dismounted and was walking towards the door. He turned around to look Link up and down.
"So, you gonna tell me what my job is yet?" Link demanded, already tired of being there. Galan nodded curtly. "Come on out here, Eric!" Galan yelled behind him. Link glanced around the burly man as the front door to the house opened and a young scrawny boy stepped out.
His hair was a light messy brown. It looked like he hadn't washed it in months and it had specks of dirt in its depths. His eyes were large and muddy brown and seemed to radiate innocence, but at the same time shone with great determination. His clothes were loose on him, as if they had not been made to fit him and he was simply wearing his father's clothes.
Link stared at the boy then back at Galan. "This is my son Eric. I want you to teach him how to use a sword."
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Do you like?
-LunaRyuu