"I have a voice ..."
Chapter One: Knock at the door
It has been 7 years since Link, as it seemed, had disappeared. A boy at the age of 11. He was always a mute from whenever she saw him or even tried talking to him. She guessed it was from some horrible accident, which she felt sorry for, or something that came to him at birth. She knew he was Kokiri and they spoke in common tongue but never heard him speak. She would only hear his voice at times. She would hear it when he yawned, he would groan if he was sick, would sob when upset (which was rare) and laugh too. But she still got along with him anyway. He liked to chase the cuccoos with her when they were younger and ride the older horses in the field and sometimes, which the young farm girl thought was weird, play songs in front of the cows. She could never figure out why but left him alone with the animal at that certain, sometimes often, time.
But now, she was 17 and many years had passed since she saw her young friend. They were best friends. Well, were. She had expected the worse and presumed him dead but something inside her was saying that Link was not and that he is alive and well. She missed him greatly but kept at her daily work to keep her mind off it. Besides, Ingo always kept her at work. He didn't do much of the much recently and often came home drunk and sometimes, it would get so bad, that he would punish/beat the redheaded farm girl for not cleaning the stables even though they were pristine. It was not the best of times to be living, in her opinion. She lived in fear of the ranch owner, her father was forced to leave, Epona was going to be sold, Ganandorf made the land dark and gloomy and taken over Hyrule! Nothing could get worse and the girl had no where to find even the slightest bit of comfort.
Just when her thoughts were over, straggled footsteps could be heard not so far from the stables where she resided. This was becoming daily too so she did not fear who it was. Ingo was back and obviously drunk again. No point in hiding it would only make him angry. This had happened so often the pain she endured in recent beatings became more numb. It was just something she waited for. The creak of the double wooden stable doors was heard and a black figure stood in the way. The girl did not even look at him, she didn't need to. She waited. But in the corner of her eye something was in his hand and as the light reflected onto the figure it was a half broken glass. A gruff and tipsy low voice could be heard.
"Tonight -hic- you really pissed me -hic- off! You see this ... thing?" He lifted up the half broken glass bottle making sure she got the point. This made her shiver in fear, she could get killed tonight. "You're going to die for all the -hic- torment and pain you caused me!"
The young girl didn't make a sound but she still shivered. If she was going to die now, she wouldn't mind she suffered enough so hopefully it would end quickly. She hugged her knees and buried her face into them so that her Red fiery like hair fell in front, covering any sign of fear or other emotion. She could feel the chill of Ingo's shadow cast over her and readied herself for the blow. She waited ... and waited ... but it didn't come. In curiosity, she lifted her head slowly and her Blue Hylian eyes widened at the sight. Another Dark figure was holding the drunken man up by his neck; literally his feet were off the floor! Slight warmth entered her body and mind as this faithful event took place, for one of the first times, she smiled at the figure but worried about what he might do with Ingo.
"No ... wait! Don't kill him! Please!" The girl cried out and the figure did what she said. He dropped him and Ingo ran out the room with the odd tripping and stumbling noises being heard. The figure stood there. Looking at her with bright Azure eyes reflecting in the moonlight. They seemed so familiar to her. As the stranger walked further into Lunar light, Malon's eyes widened and gasped at what she saw.