First thing's first- I'm so sorry about the chapter length! I know, they're so short! Oh, well.
This is actually a Roleplay which me and my friend have been writing for a while now, and I though it would be nice to post it on here for everyone to see! :)
My friend is in control of Hermione, Naia and Petrel, so far and I'm in charge of all the others.
All I can say now is sit back and enjoy! :)
Light scattered across the wilting grass, the canopy of brownish leaves making it speckled and sparse. The undergrowth was dead, as if wasted by a catching and deadly disease. Silence filled the forest.
Suddenly, the silence was cracked by the rapt breathing of a boy who was around thirteen years old, maybe a bit older. It was a rhythm which would be used by a wounded man.
He stumbled into the small clearing, clutching his side, his blonde hair hanging limp over his face and almost reaching his shoulders. His floppy green hat fell off as he collapsed next to a small pool of clear water; the only thing that had not been ruined by the curse which was cast upon this forest. If only he had known...
He clawed his way across the dry ground in pure agony, his side impaled with a Stalfos' rapier. He looked into the pool and saw himself looking back at him. He was pale as a ghost and his bright blue eyes seemed to have lost their normal glow of courage. A single tear slid down his long nose and rippled the surface of the pool and he took a long intake of breath as he tried to steady his breathing.
He fell backwards into a tree and crumpled against it, sobbing in renewed pain. "Navi." He rasped. His once forest green tunic was stained scarlet with blood and his hands slowly grasped the hilt of the rapier, shaking in the effort to clench his muscles to pull it out.
His scream echoed around the forest, scaring the few things left alive in it.
The rapier rolled across the stiff grass and fell into the pure water, dying it red.
He gasped and spluttered, holding the wound with scrunched up eyes.
A royal blue ocarina bounced dully out of his shaking hands and stopped just before the water's edge.
Link's eyes flickered bright red for a moment and he looked down at his hands. He gasped and almost yelled with horror. They were skeletal.
Naia flew through the dead forest. she remembered when it was alive. The place saddened her.
Her head whipped round at the sound of a young boys scream. It was blood chilling. She took with her some water fom Nayru's spring in a pouch. She flew through skeletal trees, past dried stumps and mud flats.
She saw a boy next to a pond. His hand was white. Her eyes widened as she saw he was almost a skeleton. She was scared of it. ITs kind harmed faes. The scream came again, she was chilled once more and flew to his assitance, her blue hair flying behind her. She was further aghast as she breathed.
"You are the goddesses' chosen hero. The Hero of Time!"
"Navi?" His vision was blurred and he barely recognised his voice, it was so slurred and unworldly. He looked her up and down and sighed, "No. No. Not Navi."
Link's head suddenly felt like it was going to split open with pain and he rolled away from the tree in pain, holding his head, trying to sooth it. Was this the end of the Hero of Time? Could it be? There would be no one there to save Hyrule, their land if he was dead.
However... His eyes widened. "You! Fairy! Get the ocarina! Quickly!"
Naia flew immediately to the large (compared to her) blue instrument.
"NOW IS NO TIME FOR MUSICAL SERENADES!" She screamed at the green boy. However she picked it up and decided to give it to him. This could be his dying wish.
His hand flew up and he caught it firmly; This was his only hope. He raised the ocarina to his lips and blew a tune into it.
All of a sudden, the whole of time seemed to lurch and within a blink of an eye, he was in exactly the same place, but almost fully healed, a few scars still left, but the woods around him seemed to be flourishing.
He sighed in relief and got to his feet, walking quickly over to his hat and placing it firmly on his head. But wait... That was a lot further down than he'd normally have to stoop...
He whisked around and ran to the pool of water, looking at his reflection with complete confusion. He was seventeen years old. Human again, but still, seventeen years old. He stuck his hand hastily in the pool and felt his hand close around the hilt of a worn rapier. He pulled it out. He hadn't gone back in time like he had intended to; he had gone forwards four years!
"Damn." He swore, throwing the sword roughly on the ground and looked up at the fairy who had been caught in the time warp with him. "Well? Off you go then. I've got my own fairy to look for."
He wasn't going to give up. He was going to carry on searching, even if it killed him.
Naia was disgusted,insulted and utterly scandalized. She exploded in a ball of angry, blue fury.
"HOW VERY DAAAARE YOU! YOU DOUBLE CROSSING, SLIMY, TWO FACED DODONGO! I SAVE YOUR SORRY **** AND THIS IS HOW YOU THANK ME,? MAY NAYRU CURSE YOUR PATHETIC LITTLE... AAAh! My foot! Nonono! Stop walking! Stopstopstop! NOOO!" During this rampage she had been kicking link in the eye, but unfortunately she was too tiny to cause any real pain. Near the end her foot had gotten tangled in a blond strand of hair. She was now being pulled by her foot against her will, upside down and flailing.
Link stopped and untangled her from his hair. "Well what do you want to do?" He said, carrying on walking and hitching the Master sword on his shoulder, just in case of more monsters. "By all means, come with me!" He turned around and started to walk backwards, "I could need some company, anyway."
" Company?! COMPANY!? HA!" naia scoffed. " your too full of bravado. Remember. I'm a fairy." she snapped her fingers and blue sparks flew. A monocle dropped onto link's eye. She smiled mischiviously.
He carefully took it off, smiling at the fairy. "Do you like adventure?"
She rolled her eyes and said " I wouldn't have come and saved your butt if I didn't, which reminds me..." she said " buuut...I think ive got over that now.." she made a pair of rabbit ears land on his head and giggled. "definitely have now"
Link laughed. "Right." He turned around so he was facing forwards again and said, "I am searching for two things. One is my old and dear fairy friend, Navi, the other is the legendary Kokiri sword."
Her mouth dropped. " the kook kook...kokiri sword? But... Are you saying you are chosen by the goddesses ?"
"Yes." He vaulted a fallen tree and said, "I used to use it before I pulled the Master Sword from it's pedestal. However, I have just learnt- I mean, four years ago, I learnt that that sword is more important than I originally thought it was." He gave Naia a sidelong glance, "It's not just a sword. It used to be the sword of a demon king. How ironic that I came to find use of it." His eyes darkened.
"Any i deas where to start looking then? OH! and i suggest we dont go back to where we just were with you all..." she shivered "skeleton-y" she darted to keep up with him and sat delicately on his hat.
"Well, we could ask around Hyrule castle town but I think we should start looking around near the Great Deku Tree. That's where I last saw it, anyway." Link smiled as his mind flashed with memories of the Great Deku Tree and his ten year long life as a Kokiri before he was told that he was actually a Hylian.
Playing around his roots, hitting out of reach fruits from near by trees and talking to him about how when he was older, he would travel around Hyrule, maybe even more countries than that.
The Great Deku tree had sadly died, however, after an evil force had pervaded the forest and tortured the enormous and powerful tree until Link had saved him on his last breaths. So near but yet too late.
He lead the way briskly through the woods, noticing every slight rustle of a leaf, every breath of wind.
Finally, they reached a clearing where a massive and imposing tree stood, its death bed made of its own leaves, its memories strewn, dancing lightly around the forest.
Link had to stop himself from making a slight choking sound of longing and regret, maybe even home sickness as he made his way slowly over to this once major fatherly figure.
He patted the bark with a shaking hand. He finally felt that he was back home. However, it felt sort of derelict, as if no one had set foot in this clearing for years.
Naia felt an aura of immense magic, but it was almost hollow, almost stale. "link...I don't think the great deku tree can help us..." she flew up to the tree and placed a miniscule hand on the bark that peeled. She sat on a branch looking mournful at link.
"I know." He muttered, traipsing around the tree and looking carefully among it's roots. "I just feel... Somewhat content. Aha." He stooped down and took a firm hold of a normal looking branch. "If my memory serves me right then..." He pulled hard on the branch until a big chunk of ground in front of him fell away, revealing a kind of chute big enough for a relatively lean person to slide down. "Down here!" He called to the fairy. "I know it is! The sword is down here!"
" link, I respect your opinion to slide into a dark, dangerous place. But you won't be able to fly back out if there's danger. And, well..." She gestured towards it. " it just screams 'danger'"
"As soon as we get that sword, I still have a warping stone. We can get out easily." And before Naia could say anything else, he sat on the edge of the chute so that his legs were dangling in it. "See you down there, then!" He grinned and pushed himself into the chute.
He would have enjoyed it, yes, if there wasn't so many twists and turns and bumps in the slide so that with every turn, his coxic got bruised even more than it already was. It was dark, dingy and had that horrible feel that no one had been in there for ages, the walls were dripping with lichen and other horrid stuff which he'd rather not know the origin of.
Finally, the tunnel grew brighter and he was suddenly shot out of the end of the chute and he splashed into a pool full of musty brown water. Well, at least that's what he hoped it was.
He rolled through the water and slammed into the opposite wall, rolling backwards again and ending up, face down on a very earthy and squelchy floor.
Oh the joys of dungeons, he thought.
