This is my first fanfic so I would appreciate reviews! Well, hope you enjoy!
The large auditorium was packed full of children of all ages with their belongings and Saria was no exception. She sat on the uncomfortable chair waiting to be called into one of the many offices for a sort of interview to get into the knight academy.
"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" A young girl asked from beside Saria. The young girl had red hair and wore a white dress, she only carried a single bag with her.
"Ah, no you can sit here if you want." Saria said kindly.
"Thanks. Hey don't you think it's tough getting into this school, I mean having to go through an interview and everything."
"Yeah. It takes a lot of training to be a knight."
"Well there are a lot of people that want to become knight's that's for sure." The young girl said as she glanced around the crowded room.
"I'm Saria. I travelled from the surface to be here."
"I'm Malon. My father owns a farm on the surface, and from all the money he's making he could afford to send me here." Malon said cheerfully, which was cut off by a crackly female voice on the loudspeaker.
Miss Malon, please report to room six.
"Oh, well that's me. Wish me luck." Malon said as she walked off while waving. Saria smiled but wondered when her name will be called. She looked around once more and saw a familiar boy, which made Saria wonder where she had seen him before. Then it hit her. The boy looked exactly like the chosen hero that's in all the history books, the one that saved the goddess.
Before Saria new it he was walking towards her.
"Hey, you mind if I sit here while I wait to be called." He said gesturing to the chair that Malon had been sitting in only moments ago.
"Ugh yeah sure." Saria stumbled to get out her words and she hoped he didn't notice.
After an awkward silence Saria finally said what she had been dying to say. "Umm you look sort of familiar."
"Like the chosen hero in history books?"
"Ahh yeah."
"That's because my grandfather was the chosen hero."
Saria's jaw dropped open in amazement. She was sitting next to a descendant of the chosen hero.
"The names Link, and I think you can guess who I was named after too." Link said smiling making Saria go red. Link's features were just to perfect with dirty blonde hair and piercing blue eyes.
"I-I'm Saria." She stuttered.
"You play the cello?" Link asked after awhile.
"Yes I do." Saria answered following Link's gaze to her cello case.
"I'd like to hear you play sometime." Link said leaning back in his chair. This made Saria blush so she turned her head the other way.
Mr Link, please report to room nine.
"Catcha." Saria heard Link say but when she looked he was already walking toward room nine with his bag slung over his shoulder.
'He's really something. Who knew the chosen hero had some good-looking traits running in his family – Cut it out Saria! He's probably one of those guys that just uses you.'
Miss Saria, please report to room thirteen
"It's about time too." Saria muttered to herself as she heard her name being called over the loudspeaker. "Hopefully Link won't be in any classes of mine."
But Saria was soon to be disappointed.
Ok, this chapter was sort of like an intro. I promise to get into it abit more in the next few chapters