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Sappiness at times. Story deals with two separate Link and Zelda couples in two different times, which I have labeled past and present. This is my first writing attempt, feed back and suggestions are welcome. Thanks.
Travels Through Time Chapter 1
Past
The battle in front of me raged like a mighty storm. I was beginning to think that all of our struggles had been futile. Ganon seemed invincible. Link must have been weary, after fighting his way through the castle and Ganondorf to free me from my crystal prison. Yet from my viewpoint outside of the circle of flames he appeared as a green avenging angel, ready to fight on forever. Finally, Ganon stumbles and falls, roaring in rage and pain as Link mercilessly hacks at him with the Biggoron Sword. I cry to him to come and fetch the Master Sword as the dancing flames around me suddenly die. Link gives me a brief, encouraging smile as his hand grasps the hilt. Quietly, his eyes suddenly fill with pain and they rise to meet mine, pleading for me to understand his unspoken thoughts of love. He collapses to the ground, bright red blood staining his green shirt. Ganon's maniacal laughter fills the air as he pulls his sword from Link's back.
My eyes fly open. I can still hear that madman's laughter ringing in my ears. The dream had seemed so real.. my heart is racing and my forehead damp. An arm encircles me, and I struggle trying to break free of its grasp. A light kiss on the forehead stills me, and I look up to find Link still deep in sleep curled next to me. Somehow, even from the realm of dreams he is able to sense my need and is there to comfort and protect me. I don't want to wake him; he looks so peaceful and content. His blonde hair is tousled, and a few strands are falling carelessly in his eyes. A slight smile paints the corners of his mouth, and I hope that his dreams have been more pleasant than mine. My head falls back to rest on his chest, and I listen to his steady, rhythmic heartbeat. The sound is soothing, and my eyelids feel heavy as I gradually drift off to sleep, content in his arms.
Present
Link's long, elfin ears twitched slightly, his entire body rigid and unmoving as he watched the older man prepare his campsite. As the younger man scurried about, the silver-haired one calmly built a fire with the wood his apprentice had gathered. The two talked quietly as they began to eat their simple dinner. From his standpoint in the brush, Link could not make out particulars of what was being said, only that the two talked of normal things travelers might on nights such as this. Satisfied that the two really were returning to their home country, the watcher slightly melted back into the woods, returning to Hyrule's Castle.
"Master?" The apprentice questioned.
"Yes, Irank. He is gone."
"Who was he?"
"My sight does not allow me to see that. I was hoping he would reveal himself, but he is obviously a cunning hunter. We will have to be patient and wait."
Past
My eyes opened to observe the dark black sky gradually change to an ocean- like blue. A slight breeze on my bare skin caused me to look down and find Zelda sleeping with her head on my chest, nestled in my arms. Her face looks worried. Her mouth, which is usually smiling, is slightly tilted downwards. I lightly caress her forehead, trying to smooth out some of the worry lines I see there. What made her so restless last night I do not know. If I didn't know her better, I would say it was post-wedding stress. Yet Zelda had been on e of the most relaxed brides I have ever seen. She had been unwilling to fuss over details, and had left almost the entirety of the planning and preparation to the castle staff. Her one concern, which I am extremely agreeable with, has been to spend time with me. Her face is beginning to relax under my ministrations, and a smile is forming at her lips. I snuggle back against the pillows, tightening my hold on her. I am content to lay her and watch the sun rise and protect her from whatever disturbs her so.
Present
A tired, hungry Link galloped into the courtyard later that night, not in a pleasant mood. Something about that man, Ahenous, curled his stomach. Combined with his mood after arguing with the castle guards to admit him after nighttime left the young warrior ready to battle with the next person his path crossed. Luckily for him, Impa understood his surliness and didn't hold it against him. After brining him a late meal, they sat in his room and discussed the bizarre minister, Ahenous.
"I followed him to the border. He is definitely leaving Hyrule, but I still do not know his exact intentions, or whether he means trouble for the kingdom or not."
"Did he see you?"
Link sighed sharply and distractedly ran his hands through his hair. "I know he did not 'see' me, but somehow I sensed that he knew every breath I took."
Impa looked away for a moment in thought. "A seer, perhaps? Maybe even a wizard? We can only be sure that he is not the simple diplomat he portrays himself to be."
Past
Zelda woke up just as the sun began to shoot its bright rays through the window and into our room.
"I like this." She murmured, her eyes still closed as she stretched sleepily.
"What?" I asked, planting a feather like kiss on her shoulder.
"Waking up here next to you." She pulled my head down until my lips met hers and kissed me.
Sometime later we arose to start our first full day together as husband and wife. As Zelda unpacked our few things and I made us a simple breakfast, a messenger rode up to the small cabin we had rented for our honeymoon. Zelda joined me at the door and slipped her arm around my waist as we waited for the man to dismount. His horse's flanks were covered with sweat, and one look at his face told me his news for us was dire. As he related the grim happenings at the palace, Zelda moaned softly and collapsed into my arms.
Present
"Something just struck me as wrong. And the way Zelda agreed with everything that was said."
Impa was staring out the window at the gathering night sky. "Especially about marrying that prince." She continued to stare out the window, even after Link drew in a steep breath. The hurt and disappointment swirled in his storm clouded eyes at the memory of earlier that day. Impa knew he harbored tender feelings toward the Princess, yet would never dare speak his feelings aloud. She gave her own small sigh as she watched the two guards exchange pleasantries on the opposite wall.
Earlier that day the man Ahenous, claiming he was a minister from Lyrian, asked for a private audience with the King. Because Lyrian was across the sea, and a possible profitable trading port for Hyrule, he was at once ushered into a small audience chamber. Before too long, an announcement had been made of the engagement of Princess Zelda and Harath, the Prince and future King of Lyrian. To Link's eye, Zelda looked enthusiastic about the match, but refused to talk to anyone about her coming marriage after her public statement on how happy she was to be the future Queen of Lyrian. Link felt his heart drop at the news. Her late father had appointed him the Princess's personal guard before he had died. Zelda's caravan had been attacked a few years back by marauders as she was traveling back from a winter celebration at her maternal grandmother's manor. Everyone on the caravan had been killed, with Zelda being taken prisoner by the bandits. Their trail had crossed Link's the next day as they were headed back to their winter village, and noticing the young girl's plight, he had taken it upon himself to rescue her. The two had grown quite close on the four-day trip back to Hyrule, and Link became more and more reluctant to leave his new friend. He did not know, however, she was a Princess of Hyrule until they reached her father's castle. Grateful for his daughter's safe return, the King ha offered the fifteen-year-old warrior a lifetime position of Zelda's personal bodyguard. In the following two years, the two had depended more and more on each other and had become inseparable, though never romantically involved. Zelda saw Link as her best friend and confidant, and Link had felt the same way. Until the past year. But since the Zelda's father's death, her brother Taryn, now King of Hyrule, had sought to separate the two whenever possible. He felt it beneath his royalty to have his sister associated with a common soldier with no noble background. Link had seen less and less of Zelda, and the two had grown increasingly distant. After Impa had left, Link tossed and turned in his bed, unable to sleep due to the ramble of thoughts running through his head. Giving up the thought of sleep for now, he left his bed to stride through the corridors of the castle in search of solace from his restless thoughts.
Past
My mind swirled and my vision blackened at the news of my father's sudden illness. If Link's steady arms had not been there to catch me, I would have fallen to the floor. I could dimly hear him thank the messenger and give assurances that we would follow as soon as I was revived. As soon as he had left, I jumped up and began to hurriedly throw our things in a bag I had unpacked only a short time ago. Link grabbed me as I flew by, and made me sit back in my vacated chair. Getting his pack, which lay nearby, he pulled out a bottle of something and handed it to me to drink.
"Link, I don't have time for this." I made a move to get up, but his gentle hand on my shoulder restrained me.
"Zelda, look at me." I forced myself to take a deep breath and meet his gaze. His blue eyes were intense and clouded with concern as they stared into mine. "You are going to be in charge of ruling this country when we reach the castle. You will need all your strength and wits." He handed me the bottle, and caressed my cheek as he withdrew his hand." Drink it, it will help."
I nodded, drinking the potion as he finished my rushed packing job. Tears began to form at the corners of my eyes as I watched him. I knew it would be his strength I would be heavily depending on in the days to come. How glad I was that my dream of last night was just that.a dream. In reality we had beaten Ganondorf, and Link was at my side, read to face our tomorrows together.
Present
Zelda glanced up from her pacing up and down the long hallway. The moon shown brightly, sending its slim rays of light glaring down on the stone corridor. There was just enough illumination for her to make out Link's figure striding down the corridor towards her. His shoulders were hunched, and his attention completely focused on the ground in front of him. Her heart gave an all to familiar leap at the sight of him. A sinking feeling quickly followed at the memory of her engagement. Embarrassed to meet him, she quickly hid in a small alcove off of the hallway. When he had almost past, she couldn't bear the silence nay longer and spoke out.
"Link?"
He whipped around, hand ready at his sword, prepared to defend. At seeing who called him, he relaxed. "Zel.. Princes. What are you doing out here at this time of night?"
She looked at him closely. "Couldn't sleep. And you?" she queried, seeing black circles under his eyes and weariness etched on his face.
"Just walking." There was an awkward silence for a moment or two. "Shall I escort you to your room, Princess?" Link broke in after a couple of minutes had passed.
"Yes.. Please." She whispered as the two walked in silence back to her chambers.
"Link, I was going on a picnic tomorrow.." She began once they had reached her door.
"What time?"
"Around noon."
"Very well."
"So you will come?"
Link looked at her in surprise. "Of course."
She smiled. "I'm so glad."
"Princess, I'm your guard. It is my duty." King Taryn had been extremely adamant, Link remembered, that guarding the princess was his duty, nothing more, since he had taken control of the kingdom.
"Duty....of course.good night, Link." She said, trying hard to hold back her tears until he was gone.
"Goodnight, your majesty." And with that he left.
Zelda closed the door before sliding down to a puddle on the floor. She curled up, wrapping her arms around her knees as if to protect herself from the hurt she was feeling. His duty. Your majesty. Over the last year Link had grown increasingly more distant. Tears began to fall down her cheeks in earnest as she sobbed against her knees.
Sappiness at times. Story deals with two separate Link and Zelda couples in two different times, which I have labeled past and present. This is my first writing attempt, feed back and suggestions are welcome. Thanks.
Travels Through Time Chapter 1
Past
The battle in front of me raged like a mighty storm. I was beginning to think that all of our struggles had been futile. Ganon seemed invincible. Link must have been weary, after fighting his way through the castle and Ganondorf to free me from my crystal prison. Yet from my viewpoint outside of the circle of flames he appeared as a green avenging angel, ready to fight on forever. Finally, Ganon stumbles and falls, roaring in rage and pain as Link mercilessly hacks at him with the Biggoron Sword. I cry to him to come and fetch the Master Sword as the dancing flames around me suddenly die. Link gives me a brief, encouraging smile as his hand grasps the hilt. Quietly, his eyes suddenly fill with pain and they rise to meet mine, pleading for me to understand his unspoken thoughts of love. He collapses to the ground, bright red blood staining his green shirt. Ganon's maniacal laughter fills the air as he pulls his sword from Link's back.
My eyes fly open. I can still hear that madman's laughter ringing in my ears. The dream had seemed so real.. my heart is racing and my forehead damp. An arm encircles me, and I struggle trying to break free of its grasp. A light kiss on the forehead stills me, and I look up to find Link still deep in sleep curled next to me. Somehow, even from the realm of dreams he is able to sense my need and is there to comfort and protect me. I don't want to wake him; he looks so peaceful and content. His blonde hair is tousled, and a few strands are falling carelessly in his eyes. A slight smile paints the corners of his mouth, and I hope that his dreams have been more pleasant than mine. My head falls back to rest on his chest, and I listen to his steady, rhythmic heartbeat. The sound is soothing, and my eyelids feel heavy as I gradually drift off to sleep, content in his arms.
Present
Link's long, elfin ears twitched slightly, his entire body rigid and unmoving as he watched the older man prepare his campsite. As the younger man scurried about, the silver-haired one calmly built a fire with the wood his apprentice had gathered. The two talked quietly as they began to eat their simple dinner. From his standpoint in the brush, Link could not make out particulars of what was being said, only that the two talked of normal things travelers might on nights such as this. Satisfied that the two really were returning to their home country, the watcher slightly melted back into the woods, returning to Hyrule's Castle.
"Master?" The apprentice questioned.
"Yes, Irank. He is gone."
"Who was he?"
"My sight does not allow me to see that. I was hoping he would reveal himself, but he is obviously a cunning hunter. We will have to be patient and wait."
Past
My eyes opened to observe the dark black sky gradually change to an ocean- like blue. A slight breeze on my bare skin caused me to look down and find Zelda sleeping with her head on my chest, nestled in my arms. Her face looks worried. Her mouth, which is usually smiling, is slightly tilted downwards. I lightly caress her forehead, trying to smooth out some of the worry lines I see there. What made her so restless last night I do not know. If I didn't know her better, I would say it was post-wedding stress. Yet Zelda had been on e of the most relaxed brides I have ever seen. She had been unwilling to fuss over details, and had left almost the entirety of the planning and preparation to the castle staff. Her one concern, which I am extremely agreeable with, has been to spend time with me. Her face is beginning to relax under my ministrations, and a smile is forming at her lips. I snuggle back against the pillows, tightening my hold on her. I am content to lay her and watch the sun rise and protect her from whatever disturbs her so.
Present
A tired, hungry Link galloped into the courtyard later that night, not in a pleasant mood. Something about that man, Ahenous, curled his stomach. Combined with his mood after arguing with the castle guards to admit him after nighttime left the young warrior ready to battle with the next person his path crossed. Luckily for him, Impa understood his surliness and didn't hold it against him. After brining him a late meal, they sat in his room and discussed the bizarre minister, Ahenous.
"I followed him to the border. He is definitely leaving Hyrule, but I still do not know his exact intentions, or whether he means trouble for the kingdom or not."
"Did he see you?"
Link sighed sharply and distractedly ran his hands through his hair. "I know he did not 'see' me, but somehow I sensed that he knew every breath I took."
Impa looked away for a moment in thought. "A seer, perhaps? Maybe even a wizard? We can only be sure that he is not the simple diplomat he portrays himself to be."
Past
Zelda woke up just as the sun began to shoot its bright rays through the window and into our room.
"I like this." She murmured, her eyes still closed as she stretched sleepily.
"What?" I asked, planting a feather like kiss on her shoulder.
"Waking up here next to you." She pulled my head down until my lips met hers and kissed me.
Sometime later we arose to start our first full day together as husband and wife. As Zelda unpacked our few things and I made us a simple breakfast, a messenger rode up to the small cabin we had rented for our honeymoon. Zelda joined me at the door and slipped her arm around my waist as we waited for the man to dismount. His horse's flanks were covered with sweat, and one look at his face told me his news for us was dire. As he related the grim happenings at the palace, Zelda moaned softly and collapsed into my arms.
Present
"Something just struck me as wrong. And the way Zelda agreed with everything that was said."
Impa was staring out the window at the gathering night sky. "Especially about marrying that prince." She continued to stare out the window, even after Link drew in a steep breath. The hurt and disappointment swirled in his storm clouded eyes at the memory of earlier that day. Impa knew he harbored tender feelings toward the Princess, yet would never dare speak his feelings aloud. She gave her own small sigh as she watched the two guards exchange pleasantries on the opposite wall.
Earlier that day the man Ahenous, claiming he was a minister from Lyrian, asked for a private audience with the King. Because Lyrian was across the sea, and a possible profitable trading port for Hyrule, he was at once ushered into a small audience chamber. Before too long, an announcement had been made of the engagement of Princess Zelda and Harath, the Prince and future King of Lyrian. To Link's eye, Zelda looked enthusiastic about the match, but refused to talk to anyone about her coming marriage after her public statement on how happy she was to be the future Queen of Lyrian. Link felt his heart drop at the news. Her late father had appointed him the Princess's personal guard before he had died. Zelda's caravan had been attacked a few years back by marauders as she was traveling back from a winter celebration at her maternal grandmother's manor. Everyone on the caravan had been killed, with Zelda being taken prisoner by the bandits. Their trail had crossed Link's the next day as they were headed back to their winter village, and noticing the young girl's plight, he had taken it upon himself to rescue her. The two had grown quite close on the four-day trip back to Hyrule, and Link became more and more reluctant to leave his new friend. He did not know, however, she was a Princess of Hyrule until they reached her father's castle. Grateful for his daughter's safe return, the King ha offered the fifteen-year-old warrior a lifetime position of Zelda's personal bodyguard. In the following two years, the two had depended more and more on each other and had become inseparable, though never romantically involved. Zelda saw Link as her best friend and confidant, and Link had felt the same way. Until the past year. But since the Zelda's father's death, her brother Taryn, now King of Hyrule, had sought to separate the two whenever possible. He felt it beneath his royalty to have his sister associated with a common soldier with no noble background. Link had seen less and less of Zelda, and the two had grown increasingly distant. After Impa had left, Link tossed and turned in his bed, unable to sleep due to the ramble of thoughts running through his head. Giving up the thought of sleep for now, he left his bed to stride through the corridors of the castle in search of solace from his restless thoughts.
Past
My mind swirled and my vision blackened at the news of my father's sudden illness. If Link's steady arms had not been there to catch me, I would have fallen to the floor. I could dimly hear him thank the messenger and give assurances that we would follow as soon as I was revived. As soon as he had left, I jumped up and began to hurriedly throw our things in a bag I had unpacked only a short time ago. Link grabbed me as I flew by, and made me sit back in my vacated chair. Getting his pack, which lay nearby, he pulled out a bottle of something and handed it to me to drink.
"Link, I don't have time for this." I made a move to get up, but his gentle hand on my shoulder restrained me.
"Zelda, look at me." I forced myself to take a deep breath and meet his gaze. His blue eyes were intense and clouded with concern as they stared into mine. "You are going to be in charge of ruling this country when we reach the castle. You will need all your strength and wits." He handed me the bottle, and caressed my cheek as he withdrew his hand." Drink it, it will help."
I nodded, drinking the potion as he finished my rushed packing job. Tears began to form at the corners of my eyes as I watched him. I knew it would be his strength I would be heavily depending on in the days to come. How glad I was that my dream of last night was just that.a dream. In reality we had beaten Ganondorf, and Link was at my side, read to face our tomorrows together.
Present
Zelda glanced up from her pacing up and down the long hallway. The moon shown brightly, sending its slim rays of light glaring down on the stone corridor. There was just enough illumination for her to make out Link's figure striding down the corridor towards her. His shoulders were hunched, and his attention completely focused on the ground in front of him. Her heart gave an all to familiar leap at the sight of him. A sinking feeling quickly followed at the memory of her engagement. Embarrassed to meet him, she quickly hid in a small alcove off of the hallway. When he had almost past, she couldn't bear the silence nay longer and spoke out.
"Link?"
He whipped around, hand ready at his sword, prepared to defend. At seeing who called him, he relaxed. "Zel.. Princes. What are you doing out here at this time of night?"
She looked at him closely. "Couldn't sleep. And you?" she queried, seeing black circles under his eyes and weariness etched on his face.
"Just walking." There was an awkward silence for a moment or two. "Shall I escort you to your room, Princess?" Link broke in after a couple of minutes had passed.
"Yes.. Please." She whispered as the two walked in silence back to her chambers.
"Link, I was going on a picnic tomorrow.." She began once they had reached her door.
"What time?"
"Around noon."
"Very well."
"So you will come?"
Link looked at her in surprise. "Of course."
She smiled. "I'm so glad."
"Princess, I'm your guard. It is my duty." King Taryn had been extremely adamant, Link remembered, that guarding the princess was his duty, nothing more, since he had taken control of the kingdom.
"Duty....of course.good night, Link." She said, trying hard to hold back her tears until he was gone.
"Goodnight, your majesty." And with that he left.
Zelda closed the door before sliding down to a puddle on the floor. She curled up, wrapping her arms around her knees as if to protect herself from the hurt she was feeling. His duty. Your majesty. Over the last year Link had grown increasingly more distant. Tears began to fall down her cheeks in earnest as she sobbed against her knees.