Link: I'm amazed. You finally decided to write something.
Sorceress of Shadows: (In crazed voice) I KNOW! AND I WANTED TO WRITE AN OC+ SHADOW LINK STORY, BUT I DIDN'T!
Link: ….
Sorceress: Say your lines. Now.
Link: (Cowering) Okay, first the guarantee. (Clears throat) If you don't like what Sorceress posts, she will post it anyway.
Sorceress: Good. Now, do the disclaimer.
Link: Sorceress doesn't own Zelda. _
Azelynn of the Desert
Chapter One: I Am Untrustworthy
A startled shout, a brief struggle, and the Hero of Time was imprisoned. Being the intelligent Hylian he was, he immediately started looking for an exit to the cell. This went on for about half an hour before a pretty-sounding voice stopped him. "It won't work, you know. This cell is different than all the others. There are no escape routes here. Of course," she said, blushing, "I've only been here two months. I just passed my coming of age test." She smiled. "So what's your name? Mine's Azelynn."
Our hero was, to say the least, taken aback. Here was this pretty-no, downright gorgeous Gerudo girl talking to him like she'd known him forever. And when he said gorgeous, he meant gorgeous. Unlike other members of her tribe, she hadn't bothered to do anything with her hair. It hung down in beautiful red curls. A single necklace glittered at her throat, swathed in green and blue jewels. The whole of her simple turquoise shirt-and-skirt outfit harmonized together with a tailor's eye for coordination. And to make matters worse (at least for Malon), she hadn't painted her lips some atrocious color, like yellow. The Hero of Time had never seen a creature like her.
Really, at any other time, he would have lied. But he was tired and battered from being dragged halfway across Gerudo Fortress, and this Azelynn was making him feel so weird. If she'd asked, he would have spilled all of his deepest, darkest secrets, like the fact that two seconds after he'd met the so called "Princess of Destiny," he'd wanted to kick her all the way up Death Mountain and have her save Hyrule. So naturally, he told the girl in front of him his name. "It's Link."
"Oh, that's a really cute name. I wish my name was something like that," sighed Azelynn, bright green eyes suddenly filling with water. "My name is horrible."
"Hey, I happen to think Azelynn is a very pretty name. Why don't you like it?" Link inquired gently.
"Well, seeing as you're full-blooded Hylian, you wouldn't know the language of the full-blooded Gerudos, would you?" Azelynn asked, looking over at Link for confirmation.
Link nodded, feeling very much off-ease with her repeated use of the word "full-blooded." But of course, he was going to listen to her apparent tale of woe.
"'Azel' means trustworthy, and 'lynn' counters it. So basically, my name means 'untrustworthy.'"
"That's terrible; how did you end up with that name?" Link asked, now feeling a strange urge to protect her from anything life wanted to throw at her.
"I," Azelynn said, smiling in secretive way, "Will tell you tomorrow."
"Wait." Link stopped her. "Where did you…"
Azelynn held up a hand to stop him. "Don't worry, Link," she reassured him, using his name for the first time. "My story will answer all three of your inquires. 'Night." She walked off, throwing a carefree wave over her shoulder.
Link stared after her, wondering how in Farore's creation she'd known of his other two questions.
But as his head hit the pillow, he was focused on how he thought "Azzie" would be a nice pet name for her. And he fell asleep thinking that maybe jail time in a high-security prison cell wouldn't be so bad after all.
Link: You finished the first chapter! I'm impressed!
Sorceress: Yep. I'm proud of myself too. By the way, did I mention that I hate yellow?
Link: You may have mentioned it once or twice. Now, who said I was proud of you?
Sorceress: (Death glare; ball of shadow forms in hand)
Link: I'll shut up now.
Sorceress: This is my first fanfic; please review. : )
