Warning: This story contains language and mature subject matter which some may find offensive (because the romance does not involve Link and Zelda). This story also contains spoilers and fictionalized names, so if you haven't played Zelda64 yet, don't read this story and then bitch to me, 'cuz I warned ya!
For the umpteenth time, she had once again defeated the overrated Ganondorf. She was now kicking back, randomly jabbing at the buttons on the controller, watching Zelda's dialogue drone on and on and on. This stupid game never gets any better, the young girl rambled to herself. 'I didn't even need a fairy for this. Why do I even bother?' The Nintendo64 game she had received on her birthday and passed within only a few weeks was once her escape method from the dread of her adolescent life, but now, it was a means of keeping her nervous breakdown at bay. The only reason she was playing "Legend of Zelda" today was she had gotten an 85 on a recent test when her parents were expecting at least a 95, and her favourite necklace was 'found' melting in the chemistry lab by a couple of bullies. In fact, the task of watching the end scene of the game was so taxing on her, the girl didn't even realize her eyelids were growing heavier. By the time Link was floating through the incandescent tunnel of blue light, she was fast asleep, sprawled out on the basement floor of a dark, empty house.
"I'm telling you, it's me!" he said for the umpteenth time.
The cheeky little blonde squinted at him quizzically once again. He was wearing a Kokiri tunic (that actually fit), and he did have the Ocarina that she had seen Saria with. And he did know the song she taught only to her friends. Still, there was still so many unanswered questions. "I don't know . . . " she drawled out again. "I still don't really believe you, but you said if I didn't, you'd turn me into Moblin stew-and only people living in the forest would know what a Moblin is." She stopped, and looked him up and down again. "But you're too old to be a Kokiri!"
"See?! I told you! Now, will you please just let me into my own house? I'm practically dying. All I need is some Lon Lon Milk, and then you and our-I mean, your little friends can chase me out of here with sticks and stones, okay? I'll even let Mido kick me in the ass a few times, just let me go into my freaking house!"
"Ah-HAH!" This was the Kokiri girl's chance to trick him. "Strike two, buddy! Mido is a kind, caring young person who wouldn't hurt a fly. Nice try, pal. Hit the field." "What the hell are you talking about? You hate Mido. Everyone hates Mido. That little runt is always giving people trouble. He blamed me for the Great Deku Tree's death, for crying out loud! Why are you defending him?"
At this news, the young girl gasped. "No one else would know that . . . " she whispered with great effort. "Link? Is that-really-you? By the goddesses!" She then let out a gleeful scream and jumped into the young man's arms as the army of children behind her began to cheer in unison: "Link's back! Link's back!!!!" They swarmed him without warning, dragging him down to their level, which was easy because Link was too weak to fight after his great battle. He didn't care, though. It had started to rain quite heavily, and he felt refreshed nonetheless.
The Hyrule Town Market Square was empty, except for the few stray dogs that ran around aimlessly sniffing the garbage left on the streets. The din from the skies did not disturb them at all; however, the trembling of the earth did. Strangely, it seemed to be emanating from the Temple of Time. Inside the temple, the empty Pedestal of Time shuddered violently, as if an earthquake was taking place inside of it. Finally, the force shaking the tiles of the floor was so great that it cracked, splitting the Pedestal into several pieces.
Thunder roared throughout the neighbourhood. The rain fell in waves. Streaks of lightning flashed through the black, inky sky, and began stabbing at the ground. One large oak tree was blasted into shards by a bolt of electricity, leaving a burning mass behind. Another bolt slammed into an electricity box, simultaneously shutting down the power in every adjacent house. Every house, that is, except for the one where a Nintendo64 was still on. At last, the storm had reached its climax, firing one last lightning bolt straight into the girl's house through an open window. Coincidentally, it struck the controller, the medium connecting the girl and the game together. But she was fast asleep; had she been awake, she may have had the chance to drop the controller at the last second.
Then again, if she had let go of the controller, this story never would have taken place.
And then where would we be?