Hello! My name is Soul-Winged Arrows, and this is my very first story, which is a novelization of one of my favorite video games of all time. This chapter is really meant to build on the setting, so please excuse the limited action. Thank you! Please rate and review this story! Ciao! Remember- RATING IS FOR SAFETY! I don't know how much blood I'll get into, but it won't be too much.

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own The Legend of Zelda or any of their games. Those rights go to Nintendo.

The Legend of Zelda; The Wind Waker

-By Soul-Winged Arrows

"Big brother!" The words flew to the wind, dancing across the light breeze that whistled like a bird's song. The girl's clear voice rang out the words again, while walking down from the deck of her seaside home onto the soft dirt trail that made pathways across the entire area. "Big Brother!" She called out again, louder than before. The cry echoed across the ocean to her left, and off the walls of the cliff on her right. 'If he didn't wake up after I yelled, who knows what he did to himself?' the girl questioned.

This little girl was named Aryll, who aged around seven or possibly eight, and was a rather cute child, with blonde pigtails held together by red bands that framed her circular face, and shiny blue eyes that sparkled like the ocean which surrounded her home. Distinctive pointed ears made her look different from most of the other inhabitants of the island she lived on, and her blue hibiscus dress reflected her cheerful demeanor. Always a pleasant child, she made anyone she was around smile and laugh, and even the most serious person on the Great Sea could not stand her cute disposition.

Sighing, she began to walk, searching for her brother. Her brother was an odd boy, by the name of Link, the same name as the Hero of Time, who Aryll's grandmother always told her and Link of. All the while, Aryll began to ponder on her brother's whereabouts, considering all of the places on the island she could think of. And she had to hurry, today was a special day for Link.

There was the neighbor's house, which belonged to an old swordsman, Orca, who occasionally practiced swordplay with Link, and his older brother, Sturgeon, an ingenious man, always teaching everyone in town different tips to live a "smarter" life. The third resident in said home was Sue-Belle, granddaughter of Sturgeon, who endlessly carried a pot of water on her head from the small well nearby the girl's house to her home, again and again. She seemed to enjoy the task, carrying out her job from morning till nightfall. But when anyone happened to accidentally break the pot on her head in any way, she immediately would become furious, demanding ten "rupees" every time you did.

"Rupees" are hexagonal gems of different colors, each color representing a different amount of money. Green was worth one, blue worth five, yellow worth ten, red worth twenty, purple worth fifty, orange worth one hundred, and silver worth two hundred. These gems were spread out everywhere, including hiding in grass, under rocks, and silver rupees could be found in the ocean, so long as you have the tools to retrieve them.

On top of a hill behind the old mens' house, there was another neighbors' house, belonging to a married couple named Rose and Abe, with their two sons, Joel and Zill. Older brother Joel loved to jump and hop about, and admired Link for his ability to leap across the large rocks to the right of the bridge that connected the eastern and western pieces of the island. Zill, the younger brother, simply would speak as soon as a thought came to mind. He would constantly follow Link and his brother, much to Link's annoyance, and for the oddest reason, let's his nose run on purpose, making the length of the snot almost as tall as the child himself. Rose always wanted pets, and Abe of course, being a loving husband, set his mind to capturing her one, to occupy the empty pen at their house. Lately, he would chase around the pigs on the island, trying to catch one for his wife. Link even helped in the task, crawling around trying to catch the animals with Abe.

Then, beyond the bridge, was Mesa's house. He was the only islander who lived on the western side of the bridge, which was the smaller half. His garden was always full of weeds, but he always did his chores at his own pace. He would lazily garden through every year, while still managing the time to look for a wife (not that there were any unmarried women on the island besides Sue-Belle).

Beyond his house, another hill that bore a clump of small trees in front of it, leading to a path that Aryll had never been to, but the sign in front of it made sure to let everyone know that it was not a safe area. The path led to a bridge that attached itself to a strange forest that looked down on the eastern half of the island, looking quite menacing.

The last house was behind Aryll was her own, shared by Aryll, Link, and her grandmother, possibly one of the most sweet people anyone could ever come across. The tiny woman had sublime cooking ability, and her soup was a favorite with Link and his sister. Their house, like Mesa's, had a large deck, which was tall enough to even allow Link to crawl under with ease.

Aryll began to think on her options. 'He wouldn't have gone to the neighbors, would he? No, that's silly. I don't hear fighting at Orca's, so he isn't training. He isn't at the shop boat, since they aren't here today, so that leaves…' Aryll began to look up, and she knew she had her answer. On the west half of the island, there was a watchtower, but strangely, no one seemed to ever go there besides her and her brother. In fact, she came here so often, Aryll always called it "Aryll's Lookout" where would play with the gulls and use her lucky red turtle scale telescope to view the island and the open seas all day long. In a minor hurry, she ran across the dirt trail and the bridge, climbing up the ladder to the deck, and smirked when she looked up.

Her brother was lying on the deck, facing away from Aryll, and fast asleep on his side, with his long-sleeved blue shirt, adorned with a crawfish design on both sides, and his orange pants that came to his ankles. He also wore navy shoes, which was different from the other residents on the island, who all went one knew why, but he wore the same outfit everyday of the year, unless it was a special occasion, so without regular bathing and laundry that was insisted by his grandma, Link could be rather smelly often. If only every other day was a special occasion... Perhaps that bundle of green clothing Aryll's grandma had upstairs was meant to probe him into changing once in a while.

His tousled hair matched hers in color, but his was shorter and was rather messy. His big eyes could watch tell you his very emotion without needing to see the rest of him, but he was rather expressive either way. Link was a mysterious boy, albeit childish. He spoke few words, and was always the brave one, the boy who would face any challenge head on, even if it was a reckless decision.

Link's snores were rather loud this morning, and Aryll could be quite the prankster to her brother when she felt like it, which was rather rare. A mischievous grin crept across Aryll's face upon seeing her elder sibling, who decided to give him a rather humorous awakening.

"Big brother!" Aryll called out in an obnoxiously loud tone, and ran behind the older boy while Link turned away from her to face the voice that called him out of sleep.

"Mm… Hm?" Link groggily stood, wobbling from his sudden shift from rest into wakefulness. Still half-asleep, he looked around the front of him, unaware of the sudden "surprise" about to come from behind him, until he fell forward from the shock of hearing someone from behind him.

"I knew you'd be here! Hee hee!"