Hopefully, this will be my only AN for this story. So I'll try to be brief, so you can begin reading.
This story is set in the Ocarina of Time, with the main characters being those from the game. It is in the perspective of Zelda, in the time when Link is inside the Temple of Time.
I advise you become familliar with the plot of the game, if you are not already, as I don't intend to spend much time introoducing the characters or settings. This is for people who are truly fans of the game, so please, understand if there is something you don't understand in the story, I'm dong it with the preset that my audience is familliar with the story. Not to discourage anyone from reading, please, I hope ANYONE can enjoy this. Its just it may be a lot harder to understand at first if you do not know the game.
So, no, I don't own the game, the characters, or the game's plot. This is the story of Zelda's coming of age.
Enjoy.
"Link!" I screamed as the white horse painted and raced towards the boy in his outlandish green tunic. I was terror-stricken, praying that Jasmine wouldn't crush him with her hooves. In the last instant, he dove out of the way, Navi zipping close behind. Relief washed through me, quickly replaced with inspiration. I didn't think. My body acted almost on its own as my hand fumbled through my dress, until I found the cool, smooth surface of the Ocarina. I didn't have time to reminisce in it. Time was gone. But... maybe, in Link's hands, Time had hope.
I twisted in Impa's arms, desperately flinging the ovarian towards the only boy in all of Hyrule to whom I could trust. In the short span the ovarian spent twisting in the air, everything seemed clear. The sparkling blue ovarian reflecting the light of the moon. The sweat of Jasmine as she continued to charge, muscles rippling underneath. Link's wide, Julian eyes, the same color as the beloved Ocarina.
And there, in the distance, the black cloud storming closer. The dark rider leaned forward in his saddle, spurring his stallion on. I shuddered, true horror rippling through me.
Ganondorf.
Before my fear rendered me limp, leaving me easy prey for the forces of gravity to tear me out of the saddle, Impa's powerful hand grasped my collar and shifted me o I wasn't leaning at a dangerous angle over the saddle.
"We can't lose you, Zelda. Hold on."
Wordless, I could only obey. Everything... had fallen apart. All our meticulous planning... all our efforts... all for naught.
Jasmine thundered on through the night, and into the next day. As I drifted in and out of consciousness, there was still the constant echo in my mind.
Time is lost.