@A fairy tale in reality@
CH. 1-Love unreturned
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A/N-Umm..this is my first ever zelda fic. *waves shyly to all the authors in the zelda section*:)This is also going to be a good couple of chapters..and then I'm going to have a second version of the story from Zelda's point of view.
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The sky that morning was a blurring mix of several variations of orange and pink, a tornado of shades of color, looking as if some madcap artist had streaked the sky with his paintbrush.
It was the kind of morning that made the peasants who had to wake up in the wee hours to begin the drudgery and toil of their daily lives briefly glad that they weren't nobles. This sort of thing seemed to be reserved just for them, as the nobles didn't rise early enough to ever see the sunrise. They couldn't-no, they didn't, want to be associated with the peasants in any way..and rising at the same time as they did seemed preposterous to the elite members of society.
It was a magnificent sunset, but Malon didn't notice it at all. Usually she was too tired to get up this early in the morning, even earlier than she had to..but what was on her mind was just begging to be released. In the faint morning light, Malon was seething and scribbling furiously away in a simply made, old leather book.
Dear diary, how could this happen?HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN?I usually write in you at night, but I was busy washing down the horses after the race in celebration of..Wait, let me back up and get to the heart of the matter. Yesterday there was a huge ceremony celebrating the defeat(or rather, banishing) of Ganondorf.
I knew the whole thing was going to be in Link's honor, but not...I can hardly believe..
Link has been made a prince!!
He was supposed to save me from Ingo and make my life have the fairytale ending I always dreamed it would have..not have his own life made into one!
Arrggh. I should be happy for Link, I suppose, but oh, I'm so sick of shoulds! So, why aren't I happy for him, you ask?You diary, are far to noisy, but I'll tell you anyway.
Sure, being a prince is wonderful and all that-and of course Link deserves it..of course.
But I'm feeling very selfish and upset right now and that's not the way I see it. If he's a prince, that means zero visits to the farm from now on.
Once a week or so he would drop in to buy a quart of Lon Lon Milk. I'm..I'm working all the time, I guess you could say, and Link's visits, however infrequent they were, gave me something to look forward to.
If he's a prince, there go any slight hopes I had of escaping from this dungheap. It didn't use to be before that leech, Ingo took over, but I don't have time to write about that.
I really don't have time to pity myself either..but I can't help it. After I write all this, I think I'll get it out of my system. I hope I will. Godesses, why did he have to become a PRINCE??
My affections will never be returned. I mean, I never really thought they would before either, but it's just ten times more hopeless now. He'll be living only a matter of yards from zelda in a seperate wing of the castle..they'll be living within the same palace walls.
Now, I know that his highness, Zelda's father, stated in his speech that Link will inherit the castle..which means he plans on getting zelda married off to some other king who owns faraway lands, I guess. Still, what I can't help thinking is, what if..just by chance..Zelda loves Link as I do?I know he has some sort of affection for her. They are always together, and now will probably be more than ever.
Smack!
Ink splattered across the edge of the book as a hand slapped Malon's cheek with all the power that it possessed- and oh, how well she knew that power.
"You!Get to work, lazy!"
You..as if I was an animal instead of a human being, thought Malon disgustedly..yet I do ten times the work of even the horses around here. She didn't dare voice her opinions aloud. Instead, she bent her head, letting her tangerine orange hair fall in front of her face to conceal the pain and rage written there.
"Yessir" she mumbled, her voice barely audible. If there was one thing Ingo hated besides her, in his words, "shiftlessness", it was being reminded that Malon was human. Therefor, Malon kept her face carefully blank at all times and when she couldn't do that..hid it.
Her face wasn't the only thing she was trying to hide today, though. Malon kept the brown book behind her back, knowing Ingo had seen it and would most likely take it. Everything of hers had to be owned by him. Except for her body, for which Malon never failed to rejoice each day. Even if worst came to worst, at least she wasn't just a cheap thing for a man's pleasure.
Always gifted with a sharp eye, Ingo had noticed the plain book from the moment he had snuck up behind Malon and wasn't fooled in the least. He yanked forcefully at both of Malon's wrists and grabbed the book truimphantly, eyes alight as if it was a secret treasure.
No. He won't take this from me. He has my mother's old things. My father's ranch and animals. My trinkets. My freedom. But he won't take this from me!
Malon, for once, didn't think about the consequences of incurring Ingo's wrath. She pinched and scratched at the one arm holding her wrists captive and Ingo let go with a curse, hissing in pain and drawing back his hand, now adorned with a thin line of blood running from elbow to wrist.
While he was distracted, Malon reached up, snatched her diary back from his now loosened grip, and was off at a run for the stables; her sanctuary. She could hear Ingo's heavy footsteps behind her as he chased her and realized with a sinking feeling that he was quickly gaining on her. Her hands fumbling with the locks on the doors for a second, Malon then made straight for Epona's stable.
She had only enough time to push the book underneath the bale of hay Epona was munching placidly on before a rough hand grabbed her ear and dragged her to the back wall of the barn. Another hand pushed her and Malon flew into the wooden wall, leaving a smear of blood against the area she hit.
Malon kept her body tense and showned no sign of pain, not even flinching at what followed; Ingo's fists pounding into her back and head. He pulled her back by the roots of her hair and growled at her, his rancid breath in her face.
"You can hide that little book of yours all you want. Remember, I find out all of your secrets sooner or later."
Malon waited until his retreating back was out of sight and then, and only then, her head throbbing, did she sink her battered body down into the hay and cry. Epona, perplexed at the image of her mistress so sad, simply nuzzled her in silent comfort.
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A/N=YeP,I know it was kinda short! Opinions of all kinds are appreciated!(except for flames, which I really don't consider opinions)Review please?:)
CH. 1-Love unreturned
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A/N-Umm..this is my first ever zelda fic. *waves shyly to all the authors in the zelda section*:)This is also going to be a good couple of chapters..and then I'm going to have a second version of the story from Zelda's point of view.
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The sky that morning was a blurring mix of several variations of orange and pink, a tornado of shades of color, looking as if some madcap artist had streaked the sky with his paintbrush.
It was the kind of morning that made the peasants who had to wake up in the wee hours to begin the drudgery and toil of their daily lives briefly glad that they weren't nobles. This sort of thing seemed to be reserved just for them, as the nobles didn't rise early enough to ever see the sunrise. They couldn't-no, they didn't, want to be associated with the peasants in any way..and rising at the same time as they did seemed preposterous to the elite members of society.
It was a magnificent sunset, but Malon didn't notice it at all. Usually she was too tired to get up this early in the morning, even earlier than she had to..but what was on her mind was just begging to be released. In the faint morning light, Malon was seething and scribbling furiously away in a simply made, old leather book.
Dear diary, how could this happen?HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN?I usually write in you at night, but I was busy washing down the horses after the race in celebration of..Wait, let me back up and get to the heart of the matter. Yesterday there was a huge ceremony celebrating the defeat(or rather, banishing) of Ganondorf.
I knew the whole thing was going to be in Link's honor, but not...I can hardly believe..
Link has been made a prince!!
He was supposed to save me from Ingo and make my life have the fairytale ending I always dreamed it would have..not have his own life made into one!
Arrggh. I should be happy for Link, I suppose, but oh, I'm so sick of shoulds! So, why aren't I happy for him, you ask?You diary, are far to noisy, but I'll tell you anyway.
Sure, being a prince is wonderful and all that-and of course Link deserves it..of course.
But I'm feeling very selfish and upset right now and that's not the way I see it. If he's a prince, that means zero visits to the farm from now on.
Once a week or so he would drop in to buy a quart of Lon Lon Milk. I'm..I'm working all the time, I guess you could say, and Link's visits, however infrequent they were, gave me something to look forward to.
If he's a prince, there go any slight hopes I had of escaping from this dungheap. It didn't use to be before that leech, Ingo took over, but I don't have time to write about that.
I really don't have time to pity myself either..but I can't help it. After I write all this, I think I'll get it out of my system. I hope I will. Godesses, why did he have to become a PRINCE??
My affections will never be returned. I mean, I never really thought they would before either, but it's just ten times more hopeless now. He'll be living only a matter of yards from zelda in a seperate wing of the castle..they'll be living within the same palace walls.
Now, I know that his highness, Zelda's father, stated in his speech that Link will inherit the castle..which means he plans on getting zelda married off to some other king who owns faraway lands, I guess. Still, what I can't help thinking is, what if..just by chance..Zelda loves Link as I do?I know he has some sort of affection for her. They are always together, and now will probably be more than ever.
Smack!
Ink splattered across the edge of the book as a hand slapped Malon's cheek with all the power that it possessed- and oh, how well she knew that power.
"You!Get to work, lazy!"
You..as if I was an animal instead of a human being, thought Malon disgustedly..yet I do ten times the work of even the horses around here. She didn't dare voice her opinions aloud. Instead, she bent her head, letting her tangerine orange hair fall in front of her face to conceal the pain and rage written there.
"Yessir" she mumbled, her voice barely audible. If there was one thing Ingo hated besides her, in his words, "shiftlessness", it was being reminded that Malon was human. Therefor, Malon kept her face carefully blank at all times and when she couldn't do that..hid it.
Her face wasn't the only thing she was trying to hide today, though. Malon kept the brown book behind her back, knowing Ingo had seen it and would most likely take it. Everything of hers had to be owned by him. Except for her body, for which Malon never failed to rejoice each day. Even if worst came to worst, at least she wasn't just a cheap thing for a man's pleasure.
Always gifted with a sharp eye, Ingo had noticed the plain book from the moment he had snuck up behind Malon and wasn't fooled in the least. He yanked forcefully at both of Malon's wrists and grabbed the book truimphantly, eyes alight as if it was a secret treasure.
No. He won't take this from me. He has my mother's old things. My father's ranch and animals. My trinkets. My freedom. But he won't take this from me!
Malon, for once, didn't think about the consequences of incurring Ingo's wrath. She pinched and scratched at the one arm holding her wrists captive and Ingo let go with a curse, hissing in pain and drawing back his hand, now adorned with a thin line of blood running from elbow to wrist.
While he was distracted, Malon reached up, snatched her diary back from his now loosened grip, and was off at a run for the stables; her sanctuary. She could hear Ingo's heavy footsteps behind her as he chased her and realized with a sinking feeling that he was quickly gaining on her. Her hands fumbling with the locks on the doors for a second, Malon then made straight for Epona's stable.
She had only enough time to push the book underneath the bale of hay Epona was munching placidly on before a rough hand grabbed her ear and dragged her to the back wall of the barn. Another hand pushed her and Malon flew into the wooden wall, leaving a smear of blood against the area she hit.
Malon kept her body tense and showned no sign of pain, not even flinching at what followed; Ingo's fists pounding into her back and head. He pulled her back by the roots of her hair and growled at her, his rancid breath in her face.
"You can hide that little book of yours all you want. Remember, I find out all of your secrets sooner or later."
Malon waited until his retreating back was out of sight and then, and only then, her head throbbing, did she sink her battered body down into the hay and cry. Epona, perplexed at the image of her mistress so sad, simply nuzzled her in silent comfort.
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A/N=YeP,I know it was kinda short! Opinions of all kinds are appreciated!(except for flames, which I really don't consider opinions)Review please?:)