I got this idea that I wanted to share, a story where someone from our world enters the world of Twilight Princess. The game doesn't exist in the story, so the main character will have no knowledge of the Zelda universe. Do not hesitate to review this story and be critical, as it will help me become a better writer. Another thing; English is not my first language, so there might be a couple of mistakes here and there, but I'll try my best not to make any. Anyway, enjoy the first chapter of Shards of the Pale Light!
Chapter one:
A Pale World
A sigh escape my lips as I open my eyes. I feel horrible, which I usually do this early in the morning. I slowly reach my hand next to my bed, where my phone is laying, charger plugged in as every morning.
"04:34…"
I drop my phone back on the floor, and make myself comfortable. Every day is like this really; Colourless, repetitive and pale. I usually try to watch something entertaining every day on the internet, but even that feels like a common occurrence, rather than… I don't know, feel useful? Feeling adventurous? Who knows, I stopped caring years ago. Sitting upright in bed, looking out the window I see the sunrise; I used to like the look of it, but as the days started to feel like a never ending run on a hamster wheel, I started to loath it. Proof that the sun was about to rise up, like every single day.
"As if that were to change..."
With a yawn, I raise myself out of bed, and head for the shower. I always preferred cold showers, fitting for where I come from.
My name is Jakob, 19 years old and I live at home with my parents. Norway is where I am from, though no pride is felt because of it, I wouldn't really fight for it if something were to happen.
After the shower, the taste of toothpaste entered my mouth. As I brush my teeth, I take a good look at my own reflection in the mirror. Grey eyes, dark blond hair, which isn't long, but not too short either. Pale complexion, which is common for the people up here north. I have always cared about my appearance, not really to look good for other people, but more myself. Never really liked people, at least not the people of my own age group. They seem to only care about going out to parties, getting drunk and talk about all the action they got out of that.
*knock, knock, knock*
"Jakob, are you finished? I need to head for work." Father says in his careful tone, the one he always uses on me when he is either irritated or stressed. I've never actually seen him angry in my life, as I grew up in a family who didn't like to express their emotions in any form.
"Yeah! Just finished! Give me a minute to get dressed!" As always, I wear black pants and socks, a white clean dress shirt. I get my hair up into the regular side paged gentleman style as I call it, using most of the time making sure that it has volume, never liked having y hair all flat against my head. Father always did made sure that I looked like a gentleman, as much acted as one in front of others. Sometimes I feel like he acts nice to me simply because he wants things from us in the rest of the family.
Speaking of my father, I open the door to see him stand there with a smile, ready for work. He probably just going to take a shave, to look completely clean and ready for his work.
As I get past him, he stops me to ask how I feel.
"Ready to take hold of another day?"
"Like always!" I say with a huge smile of my own. He really raised me well; I'm most like my father out of all of my siblings. Though this time, my smile was actually a bit sincere, as I was tasked by him to go to Lofoten, almost the northern most point of Norway, to get some new accessories for his clinic. As he held a name for himself in the whole of Scandinavia, he had to have the latest of equipment for his work, and seeing me a bit down these past couple of weeks, he has been trying to make me to things for him, but this is the first time in a long time I'm headed to the North, as I was born there.
We have made sure that a taxi is supposed to come in about an hour from now, so roughly 05:40 ish.
"How come when we always need to take a flight somewhere, we take an early one?" I ask my brother, whose shadow I have lived in through my entire life. He looked at me as if I were an idiot, shaking his head.
"Why do you think?"
"It's cheaper to fly early?"
"Are you stupid? It's so that there won't be traffic on the way, and that you get to the destination earlier."
"But it only takes a forty minute flight to reach Lofoten…"
"Yeah, but you asked why we took early flight, not why you had to take one now!"
I didn't press further; I don't like to anger others. People are much easier to talk to when they're in a good mood.
"The taxi is here." I hear my father say as he walks down the stairs, and puts a hand on my shoulder.
"Have a nice trip now, and say hi to your grandmother from me."
"Bye." Father and I share a hand-shake, and after a wave to my brother, I leave the house and put my luggage in the trunk of the taxi.
After a thirty minute drive, I get to the airport, and already do I feel much better since… actually since many weeks. Doing the same thing every day really doesn't make life worth living. Putting my stuff on the conveyer belt, I quickly head to the gate.
"Still some time before departure…"
Hearing my own stomach growling, I head to the closest café that sells pizza. After five minutes of walking through the port, I find a nice looking spot and start eating the hot pizza slice; Just plain cheese pizza, nothing special about it. While eating, I look at all the people who walk around the area, looking for their gate or buying something in the different stores. Observing the people for a minute, I start to think of returning to my gate, looking down at my food, I quickly jump in shock, causing some people around me to look at me for a second.
"What the hell! I saw…" A cold sweat suddenly sweep over me, it was only for an instant, but some sort of black object hovered over my pizza… as brief as it was, it look like a regular black square. Maybe I'm just going craz-
"Departure to Bodue in thirty minutes, please go to gate."
As I quickly gather my stuff, I run to the gate, thinking that the black floating square was just my eyes playing tricks on me.
Sitting in my seat on the plane after standing in a small line for a couple of minutes, I put my headphones back on. Going through my playlist, I realize that I must have spaced out, as we are suddenly in the sky. This was an old plane, with propellers and everything… not even an inflight dinner. I had to take two plane rides to reach my destination: one to a place called Bodue, and then take a smaller one to Lofoten.
"A while since I've seen Grandmother. Wonder if she's alright?"
As I think to myself, I feel a slight turbulence taking hold of the aeroplane, never really had problems with flying, so I just close my eyes and shrug it off. It is the same as a speed bump pretty much. The music keeps playing in my ear, yet something felt off. As if the music weren't complete? No… I could hear the music to well! Where are the plane noises!?
I open my eyes, and my heart stops instantly.
The plane is empty.
There is no sound.
And everything is orange.
I open my mouth, trying to make sense of all of this, yet my voice is hidden beneath my own fear. I made no movement, in hope that if I didn't move, nothing scary would happen.
But I was so wrong.
As if an invisible hand took hold of me, I feel myself being pushed upwards, stopped only by the belt; I understand what's going on: The plane is falling down… crashing!
I had to do something!
"I have to do something!" Yet screaming internally to my body for it to move, it won't. The sound is back, and it is horrifying. The sound of a plane about to crash into the ground.
"MOVE!"
My hands flies up to the belt buckle, unclasps it. I start to make my way down to the cabin, using the empty seats to make my feet hit the ground as the vacuum pushes me up. It's as if pure instinct of survival takes control over me, there was no fear anymore, as if I felt it, I would pretty much accept death.
Cabin door!
Locked.
Eyes peeling the environment, I find a bottle opener.
Pressing it between the door and the wall, I start to use it as a crowbar. Several pushes causes it to fly out of the crack, yet I still had to keep trying.
"Come on…"
I push harder, and again, it goes out. I quickly look outside the window, and I see a…white mountain? I HAVE NO TIME TO LOOK!
This time, I slam the opener into the crack with all my might, and instead of pushing it in, I punches it with my fist, hoping the force will help.
"Come on."
It goes out, I slam it in.
"Please… Come on!"
It goes out; I use my entire body to slam in in.
"COME ON!"
*Click*
Open. Empty seat. High sound.
"MOVE!"
Almost like a lighting strike, I gain full control of myself again, and I jump into the seat and pull the steering stick thingy up. While focusing on what I was doing, I hear the sound of death disappearing. Looking up, all I see is a strong yellow light, black skies, and…
"The black squares…"
The black squares suddenly gather to one point right in front of the plane, turning it into what seems like a black wall. Getting out of my daze to late, I fly through it, not even giving a sound as I do, fearing the worse.
…
Am I dead?
I am open my eyes, and see a stone wall.
"Oh thank goodness… It was a nightmare!"
Just as I was about to laugh out of sheer joy, I see the black squares again… everywhere.
"Nonononon-"In my shock I try to stand up, but I was stopped as I felt something against my ar-
"MY ARM!" As I was about to scream out my thought, I hear barking…
"What? Ok… take it easy, breath in" I inhale "Breath out…" Exhale.
Calming myself, I slowly and steadily look at my…paws. They're paws.
*Bark, woof* I stand still as I hear the noise coming out of my mouth…
"I'm a dog?"
The calmness I was able to muster started to fade, as My heart took control over my body, the pain of the now rapidly throbbing muscle made we go almost into a panic attack. I look the chains around my right ar-
… paw, and start to chew on it. I expected to feel pain when biting down on the cold iron, but I felt rather strong around my jaw, or rather my entire jaw felt powerful. As I keep biting down, hoping in vain that something will happen, I-
*Crack*
"!" My heart stopped again.
I dropped the chain and slowly looked to my right, and just as I did, the heart to control again.
Standing in the corner of the room, is a… thing? A little black and white child with a stone looking something on top of its head. Some strange glowing markings on the legs and arms of the creature. It also seemed female, looking at its-
"I found you!" She exclaims with a toothy grin… with a massive tooth sticking out of its mouth.
All instincts taking over again, it feels as if I'm about to get killed…