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Hello, fanfiction readers. My name is TwilitRapier068, and this is the first story I have ever written, so please look and judge for yourself.
Disclaimer: I don't own Legend of Zelda. Nintendo does.
Chapter 1:
Link looked up at the night sky, and remembered.
It has been two years since the moon crisis. Two years since Link fell through that damnable tree in the Lost Woods. And two years since Link has seen or heard from Hyrule. His homeland. His friends. His princess. And he felt like he would never see them again.
Link sighed, looking back at the horizon. These stars were foreign to him once, but now, he was familiar with them. He was now used to their constellations, so different from the ones in Hyrule.
He could even navigate by them, which was exactly what he was doing now. He was sailing across the Sea.
He had left Great Bay about two months ago in a small, one-man ship with a lion's head prow. He was stocked with enough provisions for another month, as well. He hoped to find land again soon, or he would die out here.
Not that it mattered. Link had tried so hard to get back to Hyrule ever since he stopped the moon. Had stopped Majora.
Majora. That demonic, ethereal mask had been what tricked him into this strange world. It had toyed with him like a puppet, just like Skull Kid. Link hated that strange demon with every fiber of his being. It had ruined his life. It had removed from him all of his friends, as well as any form of connection Link had to Hyrule.
Except the Ocarina of Time. Link still had that, and there was no one who would take it from him. He was grateful for it as, without it, he doubted that he'd even think that Hyrule ever existed in the first place. The Ocarina was a symbol that Hyrule is real, was real or will be real. Link wasn't entirely sure which.
Link pulled out the instrument and played Zelda's Lullaby. He just played it to remember her. Zelda was his best friend, and he wanted to be reminded of why he was doing what he was. Hyrule was amazing, and he did want to see his friends again. But she was the main reason he wanted to return, if he was honest with himself. And he was honest with himself. Solitude kind of forced that onto a person.
He decided to lower the sail and stop for the night. He ate his dinner in silence. It consisted of a strip of jerky and a dried slice of some strange, yellow fruit native to Termina. Provisions such as these were stock and trade in his life, as he was very accustomed to eating what was light and had an almost endless shelf life.
After Link finished his dinner, he laid down on the deck of his small ship and pulled out his blanket and curled up in it.
His train of thought next brought him to his former fairy companions.
Navi had disappeared right after Zelda had sent him back to his own time, and she was never seen again. Link did miss the only person that had been with him throughout the entirety of his journey to stop Ganondorf. Even if she was slightly annoying. Oh, who was he kidding? Navi was extremely annoying, always shouting "Hey," "Watch Out," and most often, "Listen!"
Link chuckled a little to himself, remembering all the times when he wanted to keep Navi in one of his empty bottles instead of his hat. He never did, but he was sorely tempted more than once. Then his thoughts moved on to Tatl.
The Terminian fairy was something of a bother at first, as she had no respect for Link at all. But she had grown to like Link, as he had done everything he could for everyone he had met. He saved Romani from those… those… things. He still wasn't sure what those were. He saved Lulu's eggs from the Gerudo pirates. He even saved Kafei and Anju's marriage. He just couldn't say no to someone in need. His hero's complex was a little too developed.
But Tatl had left, too. She and her brother, Tael, had left with Skull Kid when Link beat Majora. And now Link was alone.
Link closed his eyes, and fell asleep.
Link was awoken with a splash of salt water on his face. He looked up over the side of the ship. What he saw made him mentally curse.
A huge storm was building around him. The waves were already larger that the mast of his little ship.
Link grabbed his bucket, and began bailing water as fast as he could.
As he did this, the storm continued to grow in size and power, creating huge winds and waves, which just made Link's job harder.
Eventually, the ocean became so violent that Link lost his grip on the bucket. It flew overboard. Link mentally cursed again, and thanked Din, Nayru, and Farore, if they still had power in this world, that his belongings were all in that buoyant chest that came with the boat.
Link grabbed that chest and hung on for dear life. That chest would still float when this boat sank.
And Link knew that the boat was going to sink. With no bucket, he would've had to use his hat to bail water, but that would've been even slower than the bucket, and he never would've kept up with the storm.
So Link held on to that chest.
All of a sudden, a wave, much larger than the rest, raised itself almost a hundred feet over the boat. Link looked up at it in confusion, as none of the other waves, while being large, hadn't even reached half this height yet. Then Link braced for impact.
The wave bared down on his little ship. Link slipped gripped the chest harder. Then it hit.
Link felt sore. His torso was in pain, as was his throat. Link guessed it was from consuming salt water. His arms ached as they were splayed out above him on the sand.
Wait.
Sand?!
Link opened his eyes. The sun hit him like a megaton hammer. He blinked away the light, and sat up and looked around. Indeed, he was on a beach. He was immediately relieved to see his chest only twenty feet down the shoreline. Then, he took stock of his surroundings.
Behind him was a sparse wood. The trees were palm trees, which was slightly odd. Link had seen palm trees before, on the Great Bay in Termina, but they were very sparse. He had never seen so many before at all, let alone in one place.
Link got up, and felt the sand chafe in his tunic, pants and boots. He groaned, and decided to wash quickly in the ocean.
After he was done, he gathered what he could from his chest, and set to walking down the beach.
Link was exhausted. He had been walking for over four hours, and the beach seemed to curve inward. Link assumed it was some kind of island.
He sighed. The sun was going to set soon. Maybe he should make camp. After a moment of thought, he decided to wait a little longer.
And he was glad he did. Not ten minutes later, he saw something that made him leap for joy: a smoke stack. That meant people. He broke out into a run.
The smoke stack came from a house in a small village. It was only a few tiny cottages, really, but it looked like a paradise to Link. He could see a few people walking about, and he was ecstatic. Maybe they could tell him where he was.
He walked down into the village.
At first everybody just stared at him. Link was used to silence, but this one seemed awkward. He coughed to himself, and then said, "Hello. My name is Link and I was shipwrecked here. Could anyone tell me where I am?"
After a few more moments of silence, a pretty, redheaded girl stepped forward and said brightly, "Hi, Link. My name is Marin, and this is Koholint Island."
AN
So... what do you think? Is this story worth continuing, or should I just drop it? Review, please.
-TR