Disclaimer: This is a Fic written by my friend Naru, and I in no way had anything to do with the writing of this.
Edited by: Stormblitz
Beta'd by: Zero Zalazor, Stormblitz
I sat in a meadow stained red. Whoever this man was I didn't know. All I know is that I was given something called the 'Triforce of courage' and that I was to keep it out of the hands of this Zelda person. Who is this Zelda? It's probably not that important. I'll just keep what ever this Triforce thing is.
That's what I thought at least.
I was running, taking in every breath I could, my worn brown boots pounding in the ground faster and faster, my pace increasing as every beat of my heart rang through my ears. These metal people were on my tail. I could hear some of their words over the loud clanging and scraping of their armor, "Quickly, catch him before he makes it to Gerudo desert!", one yelled out as they began to increase their pace. They began to gain ground on me.
Not long after that I began to see sand beneath my feet. Before I could react a rock appeared in front of my boot as I lifted it from the ground, catching it and pulling me to the ground. My arm grinded into the sand, letting free the blood from my arms to be greedily soaked up by the parched sand. The clanging of their armor ceased, and the metal men surrounded me. I was going to die.
Blood began to cover me; soaking into my skin and staining my green tunic (my hat long forgotten). It caked my blonde hair a crimson color. I then quickly realized it was not my own blood, but rather, it was the blood of the metal men. All I could see was the blood mixing in with sand until I looked up to see I was no longer surrounded by metal men, but strangely dressed women. One put her hand out, reaching for me. I flinched back before she patted my head and said, "Any enemy of Hyrule is a friend of ours. I'm Nabooru, what's your name kid?"
It took me several seconds to find my voice but they waited patiently until I answered, "L-Li-". I breathed a calming breath before trying again. "Link."
The woman who called herself Nubooru smiled wide, "Well kid, welcome to the Gerudo desert. Follow us, we'll lead you to a place you can rest and wash that blood off." I looked down at my cut, blood-stained arms before nervously nodding and following them.
What a start to my journey.
"You don't speak much do you?", Nubooru asked, looking back at me. I answered with a nervous shake of my head. "Well, I suppose a man of few words will speak with much action.", she said, giving me a dismissive shrug.
After walking over a river that was several hundred feet below, we seemed to arrive in a canyon area with houses carved into the walls. "Well, it's not much, but, home sweet home.", Naburoou said with a grin. As I looked around I saw many women walking about. There was not a single male to be seen, but there were women of all shapes and sizes. Some even appeared to be my age, reminding me of the ones that might now be suffering because of me.
After walking inside one of the buildings the pressing heat seemed to just vanish, but I paid it no mind. I looked around seeing little more than a tub filled with water and with clothes placed beside it. "What were those monsters, what were those metal men?", I asked.
Before answering me she gave out a strong feminine laugh. "Those weren't metal men. They were the soldiers of Hyrule. I can't believe Hyrule has reached such a new low really. We may be thieves, but we at least we have honor." She began to go on a tangent before interrupting herself, "-Before I forget, just how old are you, kid?" I answered with a quiet "nine".
"Where are your parents?"
When I asked what those were she jolted, appearing shocked. "Just who has been watching you, kid?", she asked in a much softer voice, sounding almost saddened.
"I was raised by the Kokiri tribe.", I explained. When I gave my answer she appeared confused, so I elaborated, "I broke the rules and left the forest. I was being picked on and I ran away." I looked down, shame covering my features. "By the time I stopped, I was lost, but I saw a couple of buildings, so I went there to ask for directions to get back to the forest. There I met a red haired girl." At the mere mention of her my cheeks started to heat up. "She agreed to help me if I'd visit again, so I agreed, and afterwords I made it back to the forest. My friend Saria had been crying in worry and fear. After apologizing and everything else, before I knew it, the next day had come. From then on, everyday I'd break the rules of the forest and visit my red-haired friend." I began to lose my voice but steeled myself to continue, "She taught me several things, how to herd cattle, how to rally horses, to collect eggs, I was on my way to visit when I was attacked." By the end of the story tears started to flee from my eyes and run down my face.
The tan woman nodded and gave a faint smile, "Don't worry kid. I'm sure they're fine." She shrugged, "Your friends are probably looking for you right now. You'll find them. Now, wash up and we'll head off to the dinning hall.", she finished with a kind smile.
That night I walked outside, now clothed in a specially made tunic. These people we're so kind, but the metal men, or soldiers as Nabooru called them, seemed blood thirsty... I just don't know...
I continued walking towards the dining hall, until I heard the sound of a horse. And it was not just any horse, it was the one She introduced me to, and that could've only meant- I looked, seeing unshed tears in her beautiful eyes as she climbed down, practically falling off. She ran toward me at full speed, and I found myself doing the same. As we collided, our arms wrapped around one another. She uttered my name in quiet whispers over and over... I could only manage one broken utterance "Malon..."