A/N: This is my first fanfiction, so please give feedback!
I totally own Zelda and Link and every character. Or, I did in a dream I had the other day. Dang, Nintendo, I've applied for a job TWENTY TIMES! Hire me.
"HEEEEEEY! MR. LINK! WAAIIIT!"
Link groaned, hearing the odd breathings and mumblings come from the mentally ill Postman. I have a sword, he thought. Maybe if I- no, that's cruel.
"Greetings, Mr. Link!" said the retard.
"Oh, hey!" said Link, pretending he was happy to see the Postman.
"I have come to deliver a letter. Bum bu-bu-bu-bu-bum!" said the Postman, triumphantly.
As if I had no clue, Link thought. "Who's it from?"
"There is a letter for you. Two letters, in fact!"
"Who's it from?"
"Bum bu-bu-bu-bu-bum!"
"WHO THE HE-"
"Well, my business is concluded. Onward to mail!"
Link stood there, stunned. He had never seen such a witless person – ever. Maybe I'll send him to some mental institute somewhere, he thought, turning his attention to the letters the Postman had given him. One was fancily embroidered, bearing the seal of the Royal Family, and one was just plain.
This looks important, he thought as he looked at the letter with the Royal Seal. Let's head home, first.
An Hour Later
Link sat in his bed holding the letters. He opened the one with the Royal Seal First.
TO: LINK OF ORDON FROM: PRINCESS ZELDA OF HYRULE
At this, he jumped inside. He had a mad crush on Zelda. Ever since he and Midna had sneaked into her chambers so long ago, he had loved her. Not Ilia. Her. Anyway, on with the letter.
Greetings, Link. I hope you are faring well in Ordon Village. Are things returning to normal there? I understand that you are an aspiring young rancher (or do you prefer cowboy?) Things are well here, save the fact that no one believes that what you have done was actually performed by, well, you. (We must meet as soon as possible to discuss this, but more on that later.)
I truly am sorry about your loss of Midna. She meant much to us both, but what can I say? You're the one who was with her the whole time. Let us be comforted by the fact that she is better off with her own people.
Now, about what I mentioned earlier. Well, you see – no. I don't want anyone to see this portion of the letter except you. I don't trust that Postman. He's too, well, eccentric, to say the least. Please make your way over to Castle Town IMMEDIATELY. I will be in Telma's Bar on the 14th day. Black cloak. Purple hood.
Farewell,
Zelda.
"Short letter," he said aloud. "This must be pretty important. I should start to head over there. Today's the 12th. Oh, I can give it another day or two. I should get to bed." Then he noticed the other letter. Couldn't hurt, he thought, taking it and opening.
TO: WHOMEVER IT MAY CONCERN
FROM: A FOE
GREETINGS. I AM A FOE. I HAVE COME TO TAKE OVER HYRULE AND TO MAKE YOU SUFFER. I HAVE HEARD THE TALES OF WHAT SOME GREEN-CLAD BOY DID TO GANONDORF, BUT I MERELY PASSED THEM UP AS WIVES-TALES. HOWEVER, AFTER DOING SOME INVESTIGATION, I HAVE FOUND THAT YOU ARE QUITE THE WARRIOR, BOY. AND I WILL BEST YOU.
PREPARE. I AM COMING. HURT EVERYONE, TRUST NO ONE. THUS IS THE WAY OF THE – OH. MUSTN'T TELL YOU THAT.
A FOE.
What? Link thought. Now there's another big baddie coming for me? He laughed coldly, emptily. I'm all but spent. Someone else must do it this time. I want a normal life.
A/N: Ta-da! Please review! Every amount of feedback counts!