Disclaimer: I do not own Zelda or anything Zelda related. In fact, the
only thing I own in this fanfiction is Tristan Nieves.
A True Friend
Chapter One
"Leaving Home"
Tristan Nieves was not your average 16 year-old American male. Sure, he played sports. He was on the basketball and tennis teams. Yes, he did have a brain, as he was 3rd in his class. And that's where normality came crashing to a halt. One of his greatest fears was taking a leadership position, and that was why he didn't have a girlfriend. He was afraid of making a move, even asking a girl out. His fear also extended into daily life. Tristan had trouble starting conversations with anyone, even his own parents. He only answered in class when he was called on, and then he usually stuttered out the answer. He never took point guard on the basketball team, and refused to play singles in tennis. He also had a terrible self-image, and wondered why no one ever tried to talk to him. The answer, of course was right in front of his eyes if only he bothered to look hard enough: He wouldn't carry the conversation.
Tristan did pride himself in one thing, though. Gaming. He was an avid gamer, from card games to computer games and everything in between, Tristan could play most with excellence. His favorite game of all time was The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time. He had beaten the game countless times, each time with a certain skill that most would give their left leg for. He could beat the game in as little as 2 hours, or he could examine every corner of Hyrule and receive every item. Either way, he could impress an audience consisting of non-gamers with his talent. All it took was a little flick of the power switch, and the world of Hyrule dominated Tristan's entire being. He only wished he could get there somehow.
Every night, he wished that he could find some way into Hyrule somehow, be it through his N64, or some other means of transport. However, no amount of wishing could make this dream come true. Until one midsummer day, right after a thunderstorm. Tristan had gone out hiking that day, to relieve a bit of stress that was accumulating at home over chores. It wasn't his fault that his little sister made a mess all over the kitchen floor, so he shouldn't have to clean it up. After grudgingly cleaning the mess, Tristan walked out to explore the woods in his backyard a bit. After a storm, the world looked so different, like a kind of magic swept the land.
As Tristan was walking, admiring the scenery, he tripped over a stone protruding from the soil. "Ahhhhhh-ouch!" was his only audible reply to the offending rock. He sat up, and rubbed his ankle, which he seemed to have pulled a muscle in. "Stupid rock" he said. After a few minutes, when the pain had gone down to a tolerable point, Tristan stood up, trying not to put too much strain on his ankle. 'Great, here I am, out in the woods, with a rather painful throbbing in my ankle. What else could go wrong?' he asked himself. Releasing a resigned sigh, Tristan started the trek home. That's when he saw it. A slightly glowing circle that seemed to shimmer as it stood between two trees. Tristan stopped dead in his tracks. 'What the heck is that thing? Some kind of alien transporting device?' He hobbled over to the glowing section of air to examine it a bit more closely, and to see if it was just a trick of the light on the newly wet forest floor. As Tristan pulled closer to the light, however, he felt a strange pulling sensation, as if the portal was trying to engulf him. Suddenly realizing that he shouldn't be moving at the glowing air that rapidly, Tristan turned to run, but the pain in his ankle wouldn't let him, and before he knew it, a bright light blinded him to the rest of the world, and Tristan felt himself falling very quickly.
Author's note: Okay, so there wasn't much Zelda in it yet, but it was the first chapter! I had to introduce him somehow. Please R+R, but be gentle. This is my first fanfiction. So no flamethrowers, just blowtorches.
A True Friend
Chapter One
"Leaving Home"
Tristan Nieves was not your average 16 year-old American male. Sure, he played sports. He was on the basketball and tennis teams. Yes, he did have a brain, as he was 3rd in his class. And that's where normality came crashing to a halt. One of his greatest fears was taking a leadership position, and that was why he didn't have a girlfriend. He was afraid of making a move, even asking a girl out. His fear also extended into daily life. Tristan had trouble starting conversations with anyone, even his own parents. He only answered in class when he was called on, and then he usually stuttered out the answer. He never took point guard on the basketball team, and refused to play singles in tennis. He also had a terrible self-image, and wondered why no one ever tried to talk to him. The answer, of course was right in front of his eyes if only he bothered to look hard enough: He wouldn't carry the conversation.
Tristan did pride himself in one thing, though. Gaming. He was an avid gamer, from card games to computer games and everything in between, Tristan could play most with excellence. His favorite game of all time was The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time. He had beaten the game countless times, each time with a certain skill that most would give their left leg for. He could beat the game in as little as 2 hours, or he could examine every corner of Hyrule and receive every item. Either way, he could impress an audience consisting of non-gamers with his talent. All it took was a little flick of the power switch, and the world of Hyrule dominated Tristan's entire being. He only wished he could get there somehow.
Every night, he wished that he could find some way into Hyrule somehow, be it through his N64, or some other means of transport. However, no amount of wishing could make this dream come true. Until one midsummer day, right after a thunderstorm. Tristan had gone out hiking that day, to relieve a bit of stress that was accumulating at home over chores. It wasn't his fault that his little sister made a mess all over the kitchen floor, so he shouldn't have to clean it up. After grudgingly cleaning the mess, Tristan walked out to explore the woods in his backyard a bit. After a storm, the world looked so different, like a kind of magic swept the land.
As Tristan was walking, admiring the scenery, he tripped over a stone protruding from the soil. "Ahhhhhh-ouch!" was his only audible reply to the offending rock. He sat up, and rubbed his ankle, which he seemed to have pulled a muscle in. "Stupid rock" he said. After a few minutes, when the pain had gone down to a tolerable point, Tristan stood up, trying not to put too much strain on his ankle. 'Great, here I am, out in the woods, with a rather painful throbbing in my ankle. What else could go wrong?' he asked himself. Releasing a resigned sigh, Tristan started the trek home. That's when he saw it. A slightly glowing circle that seemed to shimmer as it stood between two trees. Tristan stopped dead in his tracks. 'What the heck is that thing? Some kind of alien transporting device?' He hobbled over to the glowing section of air to examine it a bit more closely, and to see if it was just a trick of the light on the newly wet forest floor. As Tristan pulled closer to the light, however, he felt a strange pulling sensation, as if the portal was trying to engulf him. Suddenly realizing that he shouldn't be moving at the glowing air that rapidly, Tristan turned to run, but the pain in his ankle wouldn't let him, and before he knew it, a bright light blinded him to the rest of the world, and Tristan felt himself falling very quickly.
Author's note: Okay, so there wasn't much Zelda in it yet, but it was the first chapter! I had to introduce him somehow. Please R+R, but be gentle. This is my first fanfiction. So no flamethrowers, just blowtorches.