My first Zelda fiction! I've just beaten Twilight Princess and I loved it. I've played every Zelda that Nintendo has had to offer and the recent Twilight Princess I say has to be up there with Ocarina of Time. That's just my personal opinion though. Anyway I've read a couple of Zelda fic's and I've always liked them. I thought I would start one for my own. Anyway just so I don't get flamed, there ARE spoilers for Twilight Princess in this fiction. If you have not completed the game and do not wish for me to spoil it…. Well it's your choice to read of course. Anyway please rate and review and tell me how I do!
He was scarred from battle, and he would always be. He rode alone, his horse and the wind in his air his only companions. It had been some time since that day….
"Well the Princess spoke truly: as long as that mirrors around… we could meet again"
Link closed his eyes as the memories washed over him, he remembered her so vividly. A single tear had escaped her eyes; it fell down toward the ground and floated past her extended hand.
"Link…. I"
She had stopped then, seeming unsure of how to word her feelings.
"See you later".
Link had gazed at Midna's beautiful face, wondering when the next time he would gaze at her would be, when he heard the sound of glass breaking. He turned swiftly to see the mirror, the mirror he had reconstructed… shattering. He gasped, this couldn't be… this couldn't happen, he… they had worked so hard to retrieve it. He turned swiftly to see Midna hurrying up the illuminated staircase, the staircase that would lead her to the realm of twilight where she resided. He could do nothing… if she stayed she would never be able to go home. If he went with her… he could never return to his home. She gazed at him intently, her emotions powerful as she dissolved into the black petals of the twilight world, her last gaze on him. He starred at her intently, wishing he could voice his feelings out loud when she disappeared from his sight… and from his life.
He sighed as he slowed Epona to a trot, he would never see her again and he needed to learn to accept that.
He ducked as he approached a low tree branch, the same branch that had signaled to him since he was younger that he was just around the corner from his home. Rounding the corner, he saw the top of his small two levels home.
He hopped off Epona and removed her saddle and dressings. He brushed her coat with a bristle brush and gave her a light pat indicating that she could go on her way and wander the meadows of Faron woods.
He stretched after his long days ride. It seemed like he hadn't seen his home in years… and it had only been about three weeks. He was a different person these days, and he the scars to prove it. He no longer was just a ranch hand; although he did help out occasionally… he was more than just that now. He sighed as he removed his green cap, letting his shaggy, yet damp from sweat, hair fall around his face more freely. He unfastened the quiver that was slung on to his back and removed his bow and various arrows. He walked across the room and placed his Hylian shield in its proper resting place for the time being. After stretching once more he made his way up the ladder to his loft above his home where he kept his bed. He sat down upon the bed and tilted his neck; it had been to long since he had sat in his own bed. He chuckled lightly to himself it had been way to long since he had simply sat on a bed.
He removed his boots, belt and tunic and shirt and sat on the bed in only his white and dirt stained pants. He sighed as he looked down at his body. Sure it was in well physique… but now his body was adorned with various battle scars. Most from when he had fought alongside with Midna some five years ago, saving Hyrule and all of man kind from a world of darkness. He smiled to himself, remembering the better times he had had. He had been grown so much in the year it had taken him to defeat Zant and Ganondorf, and he was thankful for it. He had witnessed things he wasn't sure he would ever see again. And…. He thought to himself, he had been given the body of a wolf. Now how many people could say they had done such a thing?
He lowered himself down to the pillow, loving the way the softness of such a thing could consume him. Oh how he had missed his bed these past three weeks. He had been with the Gorons on Death Mountain. Three weeks of festivities among his brothers, all in celebration they had once a year in honor of their favorite sport; Sumo Wrestling. He had enjoyed his time among his brothers… he cracked his neck once again. Their idea's of sleeping arrangements weren't according to his taste. He was home now and once again his mind had been filled with the wonderful little… beautiful really he thought idly to himself.
He shook his head, Midna had left and for her own good. He shifted amongst the bed sheets, had she broken the mirror on purpose? Did she really want nothing to do with him? He groaned, he had been asking these same questions to himself for the past five years and not once had he received an answer. He frowned and he never would.
He dug his hands into his pockets, searching for something that he had kept with him for these past five years. His hand found what he was searching for and he pulled it out of his pocket. The light from the fading moon caught the gleam of the object he held in between two of his fingers. A mirror shard…. Not big enough to even be noticed; it was the only connection that Link had between him and his friend of passing for the past five years.
He sighed; he didn't need to hold on to this anymore. There was no point. All he did to himself was cause a slow torture to take hold of his body. Questions that would never be answered would plague at him… and for what? A tiny mirror shard that looked like nothing more than a piece of glass.
He rolled the shard over in his fingers and placed it upon the wooden table near his bed. He would deal with such matters in the morning… for now all he wanted was some sleep. Yes glorious, wonderful and well deserved…..
"Link?"
Link's eyes popped open. Had he heard a voice? He scanned his room and looked out the window showing the front door of his house. No one… he shook his head; he was hallucinating from the lack of sleep.
He closed his eyes and fell slowly into a deep sleep, his mind haunting him about the familiarity of the voice.
Woo!
I hope you guys enjoy! I actually found it easier to write than I thought I would… anyway if you have any questions or concerns feel free to write me a message! Please Review and let me know what you think!
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