I am a Malink fan as well as a Zelink, Telink, and well just check my profile for details. Ok I have checked the stories I have written and was shocked I have not yet written a Malink one! So I am getting my lazy butt up and am at the edge of my keyboard typing a story for all you Malinkers like my self. Please Read and Review, much is appreciated.
-Leaf-
Summary: Just another Malink story, ever wonder what it would be like if Malon went from a humble farm girl to a princess of Terminia? Read as Malon goes from a farm girl in Hyrule to a Princess in Terminia.
By the way to all you party poopers I do not own The Legend Of Zelda but I sure wish I did just like the rest of the Majority reading this.
This takes place after Link saves Terminia and is returning from his adventure. The ages are,
Malon: 14 years old
Link: 15 years old
Zelda: 14 years old
Romani: 15 years old
and I don't know but I will introduce other characters as the story goes on, as you can see this won't be a one shot.
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Chores and Galore: Malons Pov
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I don't remember it clearly how long Link has been gone, but lately I have been thinking about the last time I saw him. It had been 3 years since he departed with Epona to what he called 'Find the new friend'. I hope he was doing all right because it turns out no one in Hyrule, not even the princess herself had seen Link in 3 years too.
I sighed as I got up to do cook break feast for my lazy yet lovable father as well as Mr. Ingo.
As I walked to the barn to get milk and eggs I hummed my moms lullaby, otherwise known as
Eponas song. I went to the cuckoo shack and got 4 eggs since dad would always eat more
then he was supposed to. No wonder he was a little rounder then usual these days, I just
happily giggled to myself as I thought of how my dad would used to run compared to today.
I then took the gathered eggs and placed them in my basket and got 2 bottles of Lon Lon
Ranch milk. I headed back the pasture where I started a small fire to get the eggs cooked.
Then one of the new ponys named Rascal ran up to me and nuzzled me. I laughed and
patted his back. Rascal was a black horse with a white face. "Hey Rascal we should make
'yaw a song since Epona has one." I giggled, as I knew I was just talking to a horse.
The smell of fully cooked eggs filled the air and I put a flower in my hair while waiting. After that I got them on the plates and went back to my house. I neatly set the small humble table and ran upstairs to wake my father and Ingo. "Wake up! Break feast is ready, eggs and Lon Lon Ranch milk!" I yelled to the two lazy grunting men waking up.
"Hold your horses Malon, mmm it smells wonderful." my father groggily said.
I rolled my eyes and went back downstairs and waited a while. Finally after a minute or two they came running down looking as hungry as a Goron. Ingo and dad took a seat as they practically drooled at the food. "Malon you have your mothers cooking skills! She would be proud kiddo." Ingo patted me on the head.
I rolled my eyes at how childish these men could act at times. Finally we all dug in and ate till we were full. "That was nice Malon, here I will clean this up and you can get started on your chores right away. Who knows maybe you will have some time to yourself tonight for the market festival." my father stated.
I happily nodded at his kind offer. I went to the barn right away to groom the horses. There was about 5 horses in total but since they were good horses and would cooperate it took a matter of about 30 minutes. "All right! Almost half way done!" I gleefully said as I jumped for joy.
I then went to the cows and got those cold silver buckets I would use to put the milk in as I milked the cows. This was my least favorite job because the cows were unpredictable and sometimes uneasy about getting milked. Luckily today they were easy and calming. "Whew only 2 more things to do today." I gave off a relived sigh.
The next thing to do was bail hay. This was a easy job since Ingo would be there to help me.
"Hey Ingo!" I said in a cheerful tone.
He smiled at me with his crooked mustache. "Hey Malon since your fourteen you should get to go the Town Market Festival alone. Since it starts at quarter to sun-down I can do the bailing of hay this time."
"REALLY INGO?" I said full of shock.
He just nodded at me and gave a gesture for me to get going. On the way I waved and smiled at him. The last job was to deliver the milk so I went to check on where the delivery would be made to this day. As I flipped through the crinkled paper I read where the milk would be delivered, 'The Castle.' I gasped as my father would only be allowed to make these trips so I went over to ask him if I could go deliver it this time.
I walked up to him and asked as sweetly as I could, "Father may I deliver the milk to the castle, because it is my last chore to do and I am going to the Town Market Festival."
"Hmm..." He murmured. He gave out a defeated sigh as I gave him puppy eyes, "Sure fine Malon, but you must behave to the castle guards because they are strict and can be quite nasty with the way they talk sometimes."
"Thank you daddy!" I gave him a quick hug and took Rascal to the Castle as I delivered milk.
I received many odd stares but I just shrugged them off. I entered the main gate of the
castle and spoke as nicely as I could to the guard, "This is Malon delivering you Lon Lon
Ranch milk that they requested here."
The guard just gave me a look and shook his head but still opened the gate. "Just to let you know next time you need to deliver this a little sooner since the festival is today. But just since your kind of cute I'll let you through just this once."
I gave a smile but was entirely creeped out inside. Finally I made my way to the front gate of the castle and dismounted Rascal. The draw bridge slowly opened but instead the princess, two other girls, the attendant of the princess, and... I couldn't quite see... It was a figure in...boots with...a...GREEN CAP! Only one person I knew wore a green cap and that someone was Fairy Boy, Link.
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Well its kind of a cliffy sorry but I just want to know If I am doing a good job with this story.
and there is only one way that it can be sure, REVIEW PLEASE! Flaming hot cheetos are
excepted! (for the slow people flames).
I DO OWN THE CHARACTER RASCAL!