Prologue
"I know! I know! But listen; It was Zelda in those weird clothes!" Link waited for some responses.
"No way!" Malon shrieked.
"Zelda would never wear something like that!" Saria said in disbelief.
"I know, I had trouble believing it myself, but I swear to Din it was Zelda!" Link was practically yelling in an attempt to talk louder than the two girls. "Then, she gave me these really shiny arrows. They were called the 'Light Arrows', and they could let me dispose of Ganondorf without a problem. Of course, combined with my sword skills, he went down easily!"
The three weren't taking the events that had happened just a week ago very seriously. Of course, they were all drunk. Except for Saria. It seemed that Kokiri were immune to the effects of alchohol. Link was very drunk, for it was his first time with alchohol and he had underestimated it. Malon herself was not as 'childish' as Talon would like to believe. She was quite aquainted with the vile beverage.
"I would imagine that we'll be needing some of my 'cure'! I'll be right back!" Malon ran out of the room. Link forced his drunken mind to register his surroundings. He was in Malon's room, a place he was very familiar with. The walls were burgandy, polished to a perfect shine. It had some little swirls on it to give the room a nice, comfy feel, while also being foreign and adventurous. The floor wasn't polished, and had a rough feel to it, while also being very inviting. There was a tall, light brown dresser in the left corner, right by a small, half-circle window. The whole room had a very attractive pine-orange scent to it, and felt very much like home.
Malon bursted through the door. She had two bottles a a drippy, yellow-green substance. Link raised an eyebrow out of curiousity. Malon giggled a little, then shoved a bottle towards Link. He gave out a little sigh of disgust, then opened the top of the bottle.
"Oh dear Nayru! The stench is horrible!" Link gagged slightly. He watched as Malon opened hers and chugged it down without a problem. Link wasn't about to be outdone by a girl. He out the bottle to his lips, and took three long gulps. He swallowed loudly several more times. He looked at Malon for a long time, staying totally silent. "You tricked me, didn't you?" Link stared at Malon blankly. Malon just smiled and nodded. Link looked at her with hatred.
"I there wasn't three of you, I would kill you right now," Link threatened. His eyes were burning with anger.
"Don't worry, you'll thank me in the morning! After you're done throwing up..." Malon's voice trailed off. She knew he hated throwing up more than he hated Ganondorf.
"WHAT!" Link shot up, knocking over some alchohol in the process. It dripped all over the floor, but he didn't care.
"Er... you're gonna... throw up..." Malon said quietly. She looked away sheepishly. Link slowly started walking over to Malon, but Saria interrupted them. "I think I hear something!" Saria cried.
"Well, I can't see properly. What is it?" Link inquired, hatred gone from his voice.
"Well, it looks like... MOBLINS!" Saria screamed. Ready for the battle, or so he thought, Link went to grab his sword. Instead, he fell over and bashed his head off the wall. Link got up and shook it off. ignoring the sword, he grabbed his shield instead. He readied himself, holding his shield up in the defensive position.
Minutes passed as Link waited. His ears twitched as he heard a whistling sound. Link blinked and looked up. "DUCK!" Link barked. The two girls obeyed. Suddenly, an arrow got stuck in the window. 'A few more arrows, and that window's gone!' Link thought worridly. Another arrow flew into the window, followed by another. Link's grip on his shield tensed until his knuckles turned white. Whistling through the air, the last arrow came, shattering the window.
Outside, Link could hear an odd sound. It almost sounded like... fire! As the familiar whistling started again, the arrow came into view. Suddenly remembering the alchohol on the ground, Link made a grab for the arrow. He caught it, but on the fire side. Link held onto it, twisting his face in pain. The fire dwindled, and he dropped it. "I knew I should've worn my gloves," Link said under his breath. Another arrow flew in through the window, but this one was out of his range. At least, the real one was. As he predicted the path of the arrow, he started to cry. The arrow made a sickening thud, and that was soon followed by a scream.
"MALON!" Link screamed. He dropped his shield, and ran over to Malon. She was bleeding profusely, the arrow just by her heart. Link held Malon's head on his shoulder. The whistling sound happened again. Looking at the arrow, he realized he had no chance to catch this one. The arrow plunged his left shoulder, wounding his sword arm.
"Saria, run! I don't want you to die, too!" Link ordered her, tears streaming down his red face. Nodding, Saria ran as fast as she could. As Link sat there, holding tightly onto Malon as well as his own wound. Link haerd the whistling of a flaming arrow. It landed right in some alchohol, igniting the substance. The flames started out small, licking at the air. In a matter of minutes, the flames were towering over Link and Malon. The heat was making Link sweat, making the fact that he was crying almost impossible to see. Link wasn't entirely hopeless, though. Malon was still alive.
Outside of the door, a small army of feet could be heard running up the stairs. The Moblins would kill them if the fire didn't. As they burst through the door, Link was unable to see them. The smoke of the fire was blinding him. He would never see the Moblins, as the thick black smoke caused him to pass out.