Hey...
Alright, so you may be wondering-What is this? Well, it's a story.
Eheh, no.
But really.
OK, so this is an idea that I had. I didn't think that it was going to be an LoZ fanfiction, but then I though, what the hey! So now you get to read it. Hooray. Or not. Whatever.
Alright, so the plot is very simple. Zelda is a princess, but nobody knows that she exists. When the castle is attacked, she finds her way to Ordon. Secrets unravel, it's all very dramatic. Blah blah blec...
Also, this is the first piece I've done that really doesn't have humor. The only humor you get is here, in the author notes. So you're not getting much.
Be scared. Be very scared.
The characters in this is pretty simple. It's all Twilight Princess characters with a few Ocarina of Time characters thrown into the mix.
And I will pair characters with whoever I want, so ha!
I hope you enjoy this chapter. Because, oh, my god, it is waaay too over-dramatized. I tried to fix it, I really did! But it didn't want to! So I just submitted it.
So...I do not own anything about Legend of Zelda, and you can feel free to enjoy the story now!
Or not.
Whatever.
Read on.
The light shone quietly into the large room. A girl of about the age of seventeen awoke slowly, covering her face with a delicate hand.
"Princess?" The voice floated through the chamber.
"Impa…?" The girl mumbled almost inaudibly into her pillow. She lifted her face, wavy brown hair cascading over her cheeks.
"Zelda. Awake, please. Your parents are expecting you." Impa said briskly, walking up. Zelda lifted her face blearily and nodded, surveying her guardian. She yawned and plucked the covers off her delicately. Impa waited patiently for her for get out of bed. It was a long wait. Then the Sheika strode over to the dresser and flung open the doors, revealing a ravishing array of gowns. Zelda picked one quickly, not really looking. It was a hazy purple color.
She dressed quickly, which resulted in her appearance being rather sloppy. Impa showed her disproval with a scowl that would make many cringe.
"Will we be training today?" Zelda asked. Impa's face revealed nothing.
"We shall see. If you are quick in your other studies." She said briskly. Almost anything she did was brisk, strait and efficient.
They walked into the dining hall, where Zelda's mother and father were waiting. Zelda sat down, careful to stay strait. Impa waited outside the door, guarding for intruders.
"How are your studies going Zelda?" Her father asked. Zelda prodded at an egg before answering.
"Very well, father. Thank you. Rauru has taught me well." She said with a clogged sensation in her throat. Her parents nodded.
"I…um…I saw Shad in the library." She took a small step to where she wanted the conversation to lead. Her parents took the bait.
"You didn't speak to him, did you Zelda?" Her mother snapped. Zelda shook her head quickly.
"Of course not! I know better then to associate with…anyone." She whispered the last word. Her parents nodded approvingly. Impa burst through the doors, holding a pack of letters in her hand. She strode over to the King and Queen, handing them the letters.
"The mail, you're highnesses. Annoying young man." She added, winking at Zelda, who smiled behind her glass of water.
The Queen took the letters, flipping through them as Impa returned outside. The Queen took a sharp intake of breath in shock. Zelda remained silent, knowing her father would ask the question she was burning to know.
"What is it?" He asked.
"Queen Rutella has died." Zelda's mother said with a choked voice.
"That's horrible! Now Ruto and Ralis have no parents!" Zelda's voice broke out without her wanting it to.
"Silence, Zelda." Her father snapped. Zelda shut her lips and returned to her food. She listened intently to her parents until it was time for her lessons. She walked off slowly, her feet rustling in the soft carpeting.
Impa walked next to her proudly, making sure no one saw her wandering the halls.
They arrived at the vast library, and made their way to the very back. Impa pushed a bookshelf aside and they walked into the secret alcove. Sitting in the corner was a large man in an orange robe. His beard was white. He had piercing eyes, but Zelda knew his smile was kind.
Impa left and closed the bookshelf, incasing the two in darkness. She stood guard outside.
Zelda put her palms together. When she opened them, a bubble of light was resting in her palms. It floated up the ceiling, illuminating the room.
"Very nice." Rauru commented in his gruff voice. Zelda nodded and sat down on the cold floor.
"Will I be practicing magic today?" she asked quietly. There were only two parts of her day she actually looked forward too-Magic study with Rauru and fighting with Impa.
"We shall see." Rauru said gruffly. Zelda sighed and took the book he handed her. She began reading, translating the ancient Fairy scroll into modern Hylian. She had worked through three pages before she lifted her head and asked the growing question that bloomed inside her.
"Why am I not allowed to see anyone?" She asked. Rauru looked up sharply.
"I'm afraid my answer is the same as always." He said with a sigh that fluttered his mustache.
"Am I sick?" She demanded, refusing to let the matter slide.
"No." He moaned.
"Am I dangerous?"
"No."
"Then why do I practically not exist?"
"Zelda…"
"Only mother, father, you and Impa know I exist!"
"Zelda…"
"Isn't a princess supposed to know her people? I'm nearly of age!"
"Zelda…"
"Do they even know I'm alive?" she threw down her book onto her paper, making them flutter up like leaves in an autumn wind.
"Zelda!" Rauru snapped. Zelda shut her mouth and looked at her lap, knowing she had crossed a line.
"You're parents have reasons for what they are doing. Reasons I cannot disclose to you!" He continued in his bark of a voice. Zelda nodded and felt a burning sensation behind her eyes. She swallowed and refused to let the feeling take over. Rauru sighed, sensing her regret.
"Call Impa in." He said with a tone that made her think all energy had drained from him. Zelda knocked on the doorway/bookcase leading out, signaling Impa should enter. She did a moment later.
"Yes?" She demanded. Rauru called her over. They began whispering to try and block Zelda out of the conversation. But she still heard snatches. Impa straitened up.
"Rauru has decided that you should begin more intense Magical training. You will forfeit your other studies for this." She informed Zelda, whose eyes widened with glee.
"Really?" She asked. Impa nodded.
"After lunch you and I will train in your room." She said. This only increased Zelda's joy. She jumped up and hugged Impa around her waist. Then she let go and bowed to Rauru, sitting back down.
Zelda stood in her room with Impa, waiting for the Sheika to attack first. Impa wasn't taking the bait.
Zelda felt a tingling on her left hand. She refused to move, for she could sense Impa's impatience. Finally the Sheika charged. That was Impa's one weak point; she wasn't very patient in battle. Zelda dodged and swung upward with her small and thin sword. It missed Impa by and inch, who dodged just in time. They danced back and forth across the room.
Impa finally pinned Zelda to the bed-post, sword to the princess's delicate throat. She removed the sword and nodded.
"You are getting better. You archery skills are better then some others who I've trained. But you still have areas to work on. You're stance is still a bit wrong, and you take too long to calculate moves at times. Other then that, you are making progress." She said sternly. Zelda nodded, handing the sword back. Impa also was hesitant to give compliments, even though Zelda had more then proved it didn't go to her head.
Impa went outside to guard the door when Zelda did whatever she wanted. She had just an hour before dinner, and that was her time. She pushed her sweaty hair out of her face.
She walked up to window and peered out slowly, trying to make herself scarce. She wished Rauru had taught her how to turn invisible. But she was only learning minor magic now.
There were two children outside in the courtyard. Ashai and Shad. Ashai's father was Captain of the Guard, and Shad's father was her father's wise advisor.
And she wasn't allowed to see either of them.
Ashai was swinging her sword, and Shad was reading. Zelda wished she could talk to them. She wished she could train with Ashai, and she wished she could have an intellectual conversation with Shad. It wasn't fair to her.
She sank to the floor. She stayed there until Impa called her to dinner.
Dinner came and went, and soon it was time for Zelda to return to bed. She walked there silently, and was mute until she was under the soft blankets.
"Princess, is something wrong?" Impa asked. Zelda shook her head. Impa nodded and left to keep guard outside for a few hours.
"Goodnight." Zelda called as the door clicked shut. After a few seconds, she threw off her blankets, moving to the opposite wall. She pushed on it with all her weight, and it opened slowly, revealing a small tunnel. Zelda crouched down and crawled into it. It was dark, and she stumbled on her hands and knees.
She hit something at the end of the tunnel and rubbed her head. She pushed back the new wall and stood up, now in an Armory. Zelda walked forward, dusting off her white nightgown. It was a light gray.
She walked up to a tapestry. It was gold, with red, green, and blue cascading around it. There were also three women standing in the center. It looked marvelous, the craftsmanship was beautiful. Below it was a dagger. Zelda picked it up slowly, her hand shaking slightly.
The Dagger was made of pearl, and had Rubies, Emeralds, and Sapphires incrusted in the hilt.
"You know you should not be out of bed." Zelda jumped at Impa's voice. She felt foolish. Of course Impa had heard her. Impa looked at the dagger. Then she reached into her belt and pulled out a small book. It had a tattered cover of brown. Zelda took it cautiously with her free hand, the other clutching the dagger.
"Rauru said he wanted you to have this." Impa said. Zelda looked at the golden words on the cover. It was written in Ancient Hylian, and she could decipher it easily. It was a book of ancient magic. Zelda felt extreme joy.
"Oh, Impa…" She breathed. A trumpet blared outside the door.
"Get behind me." Impa said sharply. Zelda shoved the book into her nightgown pocket. A loud scream of pain came from outside. Impa grabbed Zelda's arm and bolted for the window. Zelda grabbed her wrist and tried to keep pace with Impa's strong legs. They burst through the window, glass shattering and falling around them like tears. Zelda felt a few small pieces poke into her cheeks and arms and legs. She landed hard on the ground and kept running with Impa.
Monsters swarmed on all sides.
"Impa…" Zelda said in a frightened voice.
"Run!" Impa commanded, slicing a demon in two with her sword.
"W-what? Where?" Zelda gasped as she swung her dagger wildly.
"Anywhere but here! As far as you can!" Impa roared. Zelda started to run toward a hole in the monsters. As she ran through, Impa called one final warning.
"Zelda! Tell no one who you are!" She screamed before slashing another monster. Zelda heard her whisper something more as she ran.
"He's here." Impa growled. A dark cloud swarmed over the castle. A bolt of lightning struck down, igniting the castle. All Zelda could do was keep running as the flames unfolded and engulfed the castle.
Zelda ran as fast as she could, and quickly ran out of breath. She slowed her pace slightly. She found herself tripping over her feet on the edge of Hyrule Field. She had to slow to a stumbling walk.
A monster clawed out at her. She screamed and swung her dagger wildly. She managed to slice off its head, but it scratched her across the shoulder. Blood poured out, mixing with the monsters. Zelda felt like throwing up. She felt dizzy.
She stumbled on, walking aimlessly. Up ahead, she saw a small pool of water. It cascaded down large slabs of rocks in a small waterfall. There was a pool of water off to the side of it.
A wave of dizziness overcame her, and she stumbled downward, her upper chest and face falling into the shallow water.
She felt the weight of the dagger in her palm. Then she felt nothing.
Arg! So. Over. Dramatized.
Must. Commit. Suicide. For. Bad. Writing.
Eh heh...no, not really.
But seriously. This stuff sucks. I was never a fan of drama.
Maybe I shouldn't continue...
But I really should.
But...awful writing!
Arg...I am confuzzed. (My word of the day. =D)