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Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess (Miniature Edition)

Normal... Is there an actual definition on what is 'normal?' The kids in my neighbourhood always go on about how weird each other are, as if they're the normal ones. I can't tell if it's the parents brainwashing their children that they're perfect or if society is pushing onto kids what 'normal' is. Probably a mixture of both, though I think it's more from society's side since they influence parents as well. Why can't everyone just accept there's no 'normal' and that everyone is different?

Look at me being a hypocrite. I think things like that yet I'm one of those teenagers who just want to blend in, to be as 'normal' as possible. But of course blending in and being 'normal' can have it's consequences too...

"It was fun having you here for the night. We should do it again sometime!" Oh yeah, I really want to listen about your problems with your best friend and then you not listening to my advice all over again.

"Yeah, we definitely should." I wave goodbye to my friend as I leave the house. "Thanks for having me Fiona!" I yell as I walked through the driveway, pulling my small blue suitcase with me.

"Yeah see you at school!" I heard her high-pitched voice shout before the beautiful sound of a door closing met my ears. I felt a genuine smile come across my face. Thank God that I was free at last! I didn't sleep a wink last night with all her complaining. I don't hate the black-haired girl, but she clearly only invited me to sleep over so she could rant her problems at me. She kept going on and on about how her best friend wasn't replying to her texts and how her boyfriend kept on talking to this other girl. And for the record: her best friend was in Russia so she's probably too busy having fun to notice she has texts, and her boyfriend was only talking to his sister.

This is why I hate being a teenager. Everything's a big drama. 'Oooh this guy looked in my direction, he must be totally be in love with me!' That's what I think of teenage girls who are at the fancying-any-boy-who-comes-into-contact stage.

"Oi dolly day dream! Quit staring off into space." I stopped in my tracks and looked behind me to see the little boy who lives next door. My family look after him a lot since his parents like to go on holidays all the time. He's a bit rough around the edges but I like him.

"Did you need something?" He crossed his arms and scowled. I've learnt over time that he does this when he's trying to express himself.

"You need to stop daydreaming when you're out in public!" Excuse me?

"Huh?"

"Stop being a dolly day dream when you're by yourself!" He stamped his foot down as if it meant his word was final. Was I being lectured by an 11-year-old?

"I... Uh... I don't mean to daydream Ryan." My hand instinctively went to rub the back on my head, I don't know if I do this because I'm nervous or I just don't know how to react.

"Well you better start not daydreaming! You nearly walked onto the road." Now that you mention it, I am almost dangerously close to falling off the curve.

"Oh I didn't notice. Thanks for stopping me when you did." I smiled, hoping that would get the blonde to leave the subject.

"Just be careful... Stupid." I ruffled his hair. Like I said he's rough around the edges but he's a sweet kid. "Hey quit it." He swiped my hand away and backed up a few feet. He's so adorable.

"You wanna walk home with me? It's around five o'clock so would you like to stay for dinner? I think we're having pizza tonight..." Ryan didn't hesitate to answer.

"Yeah!" He fistpumped the air. "I'll race you!" Before I could even blink he'd ran around me and had started sprinting far ahead. There was no way I was actually going to race him, I'm too lazy for that rubbish. When my house comes into sight I'll lightly jog and pretend to be out of breath.

~.~.~.~

Turns out the little twerp didn't even wait for me. He just waltz into our house as if he lives there. Well I guess he does in a way... just not officially.

"I'm home!" I practically scream. In this house you need to shout to get your point across, if you don't you'll be dominated by the other household members. Well... Too be honest the more louder bunch don't live here anymore, my older sisters and brother have moved out. It's only me, my mum and the twins.

"Welcome back sweetie!" My mum called from the living room. "Did you have fun?" No, not really. I'd have more fun studying than being ignored when trying to help someone. Honestly what's the point asking for advice if you don't actually listen to what's being said.

"Yeah I did!" I slipped off my trainers and placed them on the shoe rack under the stairs. I then proceeded to walk into the living room and sat down next to my mum on the sofa, she was transfixed to the screen which contained Murder She Wrote. You know it'd be terrible to know Jessica in real life, if she ever visited you you're guaranteed to either die or someone you know dies. When you think about it like that, it's like a continuous horror film.

"Did you remember to thank Fiona's mother for having you for the night?" She wasn't even there to begin with, Fiona and me were the only ones in the house throughout the whole night.

"Don't worry, I did." I felt a hand on my head, gently stroking me. I hated it when she did this, she does it so lightly that it tickles me. A little bit of pressure in contact never hurt anyone.

"Good girl." She mumbled. I'm amazed that this woman never comes across as rude despite the fact she never takes her eyes off the TV.

"I'm going to unpack." I say as I stand up.

"Make sure you actually put your clothes away."

"Yes mum." I huffed. I don't know why I do that, it's like an automatic reaction. I grabbed my suitcase, left the living room and proceeded to drag the blue suitcase upstairs.

"You're back!" I looked at the top of the stairway to see my little sister and Ryan. I have a sneaky suspicion that he fancies her, but yet again that could be the inner teenager coming into my thoughts. Being 16 sucks.

"Took you long enough to get here Dolly Day Dream." The 13-year-old waved her hand in his direction, indicating she wanted him to shut up.

"You know it'll be your turn to do the dishes tonight." I wasn't fooled for a second, I could practically feel the true meaning behind those words 'you made me do them yesterday so now you will do them today, or else.' I felt the hairs on my back stand up; my sister is not someone you want to mess with.

"Don't worry, I'll do them." I showed no fear, if she ever found out that she actually intimidated me then she'd be even more manipulative than before. Why am I such a doormat?!

"Good." She grabbed Ryan's wrist and proceeded to drag him out of sight. "Come on Ryan, I need your opinion on this person I met on Facebook." I don't know if I should be insulted by the fact my own sister trusted an 11-year-old's opinion on a stranger more than mine. I have more common sense dammit!

I sighed as I finished dragging my suitcase up the stairs. I turned left and proceeded to head towards one of my sanctuaries: my room.

"Are you kidding? I love that series." I heard my brother's muffled voice from his room. My felt my face make a worrying look as I realised that he was talking to his imaginary friend again. He has many friends at school and a lot of people come asking for him at the door, so I don't understand why he still has an imaginary friend. He's had one for as long as I can remember and I still know nothing about it, no name, personality traits, gender or even species.

"Sis are you there?" I jumped slightly as I realise I've been caught. I avoided my little brother's gaze and rubbed the back of my head.

"Oh sorry, I must've zoned out or something." Please buy it.

"You really are like a space cadet." He sighed in disappointment. I let out a nervous laugh, finally getting the will to look into his brown eyes without feeling guilty on listening in. "So did you have a good time at... What's her name again?"

"It's Fiona and yeah I had a good time." Yeah, a good time going home. "Did you behave for mum?"

"Don't I always?" I smiled and ruffled his hair, unlike Ryan he let's me.

"Did mum order the pizza?" He nodded. "Alright let me know when it arrives, I'm going to unpack." I went to the brown door which was only two doors away and entered my room.

~.~.~.~

"Hello?" A faint voice called out. I looked at my surroundings, I was in an open field with no signs of civilisation for miles about. The sunset seemed hazy and the ground... was dissolving?! I brung my hands to my chest in fright, was I going to disappear as well? I waited a few moments and realised that the ground wasn't dissolving but was giving off some kind of black particles which lifted into the air. What in carnations was going on?

"Is anyone there?" I asked gently. No need to possibly awaken some creature who would easily kill me.

"Are you possibly the one?" The voice was more louder and clearer this time but not by that much. I couldn't identify the age group or the gender.

"Who are you? Where is this place? What do you mean by... the one?" I crossed my arms and felt my eyes harden, I did not like this one bit.

"Are you the one who's destined to help save this land?" Help save this land? The one? Destined? Am I in a bad fanfiction or something?! "Please help us..." The voice faded into nothing. No sooner later I fell over as I felt the ground shaking. An earthquake?! I didn't think England got those! I quickly realised that the black particles had transformed into pieces of land. The area really was dissolving!

I felt my heart leap into my throat as the open field evaporated before my very eyes, it was quickly closing in on me. What was going on? Why wasn't I moving? Am I going to die?! I closed my eyes in fear and waited for the inevitable. However instead of dissolving like everything else, I began falling.

~.~.~.~

I snapped my eyes open and quickly sat up; I was in my bedroom. Had all this been a dream? I let out a sigh of relief. Dream or not, I was not ready to fall back asleep anytime soon.

"I'm okay, I'm safe." I mumbled to myself, hoping that if I physically said the words then it'd seem more real. I flopped back down onto the bed, feeling drained now that the adrenaline had gone. Not that it helped in that freaky dream.

I looked at my bedside table to look at my digital clock. I gasped and instinctively widened my eyes, it was half past eleven at night! When did I fall asleep? Did I have dinner first? Why did I fall asleep?... Did I do the dishes? I shuddered at the possibility that I didn't do the dishes.

I reluctantly pulled myself out of bed, I needed a glass of milk. That'll make feel better.

Being that this was a normally loud house, I didn't feel the need to tiptoe all the way to the kitchen. Even when everyone was clearly asleep, I could hear loud snoring that practically shook the house coming from my sister and mum's respective rooms. At a time like this I found the sounds comforting, it helped assure me that I was okay.

Finally reaching the fridge downstairs, I took out a bottle of milk and poured it into a glass cup. Just as I closed the fridge and was about to take a sip of my milk, I heard footsteps on the stairs. Who else was up at this time? I instantly thought of my sister and felt the sudden need to hide. She could not find me especially if she's just woken up, she does not hold back when cranky.

"I don't think we should be doing this." That voice sounds familiar... As quietly as I could, I tiptoed towards the doorway to take a peek at who's coming down the stairs. It was my brother! What's the little brat up to? I he after my milk?! He'll have to go through me if that's the case.

...

Hang on something isn't right here. He's trying to be quiet, no one who belongs in this house tries and actually succeeds in doing such a thing! Is he trying to- shit he's opening the front door! Why didn't mum lock it?!

"Where are you going?" I called out to him. The only response I got was the sight of the door being closed with my brother on the other side. Did that freak of nature just ignore me? His big sister? His superior? I don't care if he's a teenager and is going through the "rebellious phase," that is so not going to go unpunished. This is not counting the fact that he's snuck out in the middle of the night.

I quickly followed after him; my anger had quickly turned into worry. He was walking in the middle of the road! Haven't I taught him anything?! Honestly is this the true power of testosterone?

I should go drag him off the road but... I'm curious. Where's he going? He's normally a sweet boy, weird but not bad in anyway, so what's possessed him to sneak out? A party? A secret girlfriend? A murder? A drug usage meeting... or whatever you call that kind of thing.

I'll just follow him for now, if he doesn't move out of the way when a car comes then I'll rescue him.

~.~.~.~

The spying almost went without incident, no car came by to murder us and not once did my idiotic brother notice me. In fact he made it all the way to the woods (which actually isn't that far) without turning around to see his surroundings. This is where that "almost" comes in: I lost him. I don't know what happened, I blinked and he suddenly wasn't there! Did he get shot in that fraction of a second I blinked?! Did he collapse?! Did he transport to an alternative universe?! Do I need to hurt a bitch?!

I didn't realise I had been muttering all that until my lungs were begging for air. Before I go any further I need to compose myself. There would be no point in continuing to wander around aimlessly while panicking, I may put the both of us in danger. I took a deep breath in and let it out slowly.

"I'm not so sure about this... I'm not exactly a good swimmer." I imagine that if I had the ears of an animal my ears would have perked up. Without even thinking I ran towards the direction of the voice, hoping and praying that I wasn't imagining things.

"Of course I trust you! I'm just not sure I trust myself to not drown." Is he going to try to swim in the pond?! It's too deep for him, he'll drown! I have to save him.

"What do you think you're doing Gordon?" I found myself yelling as I willed my legs to go even faster towards the pond which had my brother at waist length.

"S-Sis what are you-"

"If you go in any deeper you'll be floating on top of a bottom-less pit!" I ran into the pond, dead-set on dragging the idiotic teenager back to safety.

"W-What?" He snapped his head to the left. "You said it was perfectly sa- woah!" Suddenly I couldn't see him.

"Gordon?!" I scream, no longer caring if I woke up the entire country. "Gordon where are you?!" My throat felt raw, like I haven't drank anything for weeks. I blocked out the pain as best as I could and continued swimming until I was in the centre, screeching for my brother the entire time.

"Gordon please! Stop scaring me!" My eyes began to sting and water, out of frustration or fear I don't know- probably a combination of both. My heart felt like it's been ripped out of my chest. Is this what a heartbreak feels like?

Without warning I felt something grab me by the ankle and haul me under the water. I instinctively I tried to swim back up but whatever caught me had an iron-like grip on me and I kept sinking deeper into the pitch-black abyss. My lungs screamed for oxygen, it was like they were on fire.

My attempts to reach the surface were in vain, what ever had me had no intention of letting me go. My vision quickly blackened and the last thing I saw was the full moon gazing down upon me from the sky.


First chapter done! Thank goodness, I was really struggling towards the end on how I should've ended it. Well I knew what the outcome would've been but I struggled on how I would get to that point. But it's all over now! ^_^

I've had this idea for quite a while and I've put in a lot of thought on how the plot was going to advance. I didn't want my oc's to end up being mary-sue's so I thought extra hard on what their personalities were like. In short I've tried to make them as human as possible. I hope I've done a good job so far.

Going to be honest, updates are not going to be frequent at all. I have a tendency to get writer's block a lot. However rest assured I'm always looking out for inspirations. As I've said before, my main problem is that I struggle how I'm going to get to a point that I want to get to. For example I knew I wanted both our main character (who'll be named in the next chapter) and Gordon to have something mysterious happen to them, but I struggled to figure out what was going to actually going to happen and how would I describe it. I hope the whole "being dragged under water" thing didn't seem forced and sounded at least a little realistic.

I was trying to make the main character a little mysterious for this chapter. There was a reason why I avoided naming her and describing what she looks like. It's hard to explain (for me anyway) but I wanted the reader to get to know the character a little bit, background wise. I've always gotten bored with big paragraphs of descriptions about an oc- or any character in general- so I tried to avoid doing that. The the next few chapters to come you'll get to know more about our main character's personality and looks. ^_^

Reviews are welcomed :)