Kaela: Hello, my readers! This is my first Zelda fanfic, so bear with me if seems a little rough. I will say now that any suggestions will be welcome. I do not own any of the characters in the Wind Waker; I only wish I did. I do own a copy of the game, however.
And now, I am proud to present:
Many Waters Cannot Quench Love
Prologue
A sister's love is stronger than any tide, deeper than any ocean, and will outlast time as it echoes on the winds. Yet a sister's love is also a terrible curse, worse than eternal darkness. Some feel the curse more intensely than most; for others, the dark side of love hardly troubles them. Oh, how I envy those people!
For as long as I can remember, I have loved my brother more than life itself. He has always been there for me, even if I sometimes believe him to be half-asleep. He is several years older than I am, if he yet lives.
For I do not know where he is. It seems odd that I know not how he fares, for I love him so much. But we are no longer children. Our lives changed that eventful day ten years ago. His thirteenth birthday. The day I realized how much of a curse love is.
I was so young then, and so terribly innocent. I knew nothing of the world outside Outset Island-my home-and I don't believe I cared. As long as I had my grandmother and Link, my life was perfect in my eyes. Then my brother's birthday arrived, and my life was changed forever.
Throughout my imprisonment, my love for my brother tortured my soul, making every day a living nightmare. Yet, that same love was the very thing allowing me to live in hope that one day Link would set me free, and everything would be as it was before.
Love. It kept me alive. It destroyed my world. My name is Aryll, and I have a story to tell. It is the tale of a hero and the sister who loved him.
And now, I am proud to present:
Many Waters Cannot Quench Love
Prologue
A sister's love is stronger than any tide, deeper than any ocean, and will outlast time as it echoes on the winds. Yet a sister's love is also a terrible curse, worse than eternal darkness. Some feel the curse more intensely than most; for others, the dark side of love hardly troubles them. Oh, how I envy those people!
For as long as I can remember, I have loved my brother more than life itself. He has always been there for me, even if I sometimes believe him to be half-asleep. He is several years older than I am, if he yet lives.
For I do not know where he is. It seems odd that I know not how he fares, for I love him so much. But we are no longer children. Our lives changed that eventful day ten years ago. His thirteenth birthday. The day I realized how much of a curse love is.
I was so young then, and so terribly innocent. I knew nothing of the world outside Outset Island-my home-and I don't believe I cared. As long as I had my grandmother and Link, my life was perfect in my eyes. Then my brother's birthday arrived, and my life was changed forever.
Throughout my imprisonment, my love for my brother tortured my soul, making every day a living nightmare. Yet, that same love was the very thing allowing me to live in hope that one day Link would set me free, and everything would be as it was before.
Love. It kept me alive. It destroyed my world. My name is Aryll, and I have a story to tell. It is the tale of a hero and the sister who loved him.