The colors of the sages book 2: farore
Darkness, void, nothing, these are the words to describe a state of unconsciousness that had befallen malon. The last thing she remembered was the summer solstice festival. She was there, with link, dancing and having fun. Everything after that, in her memory, is blinded out by a radiant sparkling of red, green, and blue. A radiance so bright that it warmed her soul to the point of peace. Actually, her whole being began to feel warm, and also it felt as if there was a weight covering her. The radiance still persisted, slowly sparkling and melding into a warming white light that surrounded her. The radiant light began to spread and take shape. Familiar objects started to form from the light and mold into her room.
Malon opened her eyes and tossed off the blanket as she got out of bed. She stretched and yawned, looking over to the harvest clock. The contraption alerts if the solstice has passed or is to come, stating the days until or passed. Malon knocks the clock a few times and a dial pops into view.
"48 hours... UNTILL" malon exclaimed as she read the machine. She told herself that the clock was wrong, but deep down she knew it never was, and that the last 48 hours that were thought to be the best of her life, were only just a dream. Malon slid out of the bed and dressed in her work cloths for the day, pausing to realize that link was not beside her like he usually is in the morning, nor was there the smell of cooking food wafting from the kitchen. This all seemed so familiar to her, as if she had done this once before. Malon shrugged the feeling off as a case of dejavu and walked down the steps of her home. No one was down stairs as expected from the lack of cooking or the cheerful "good morning" malon always got from her father. Very strange, yet familiar, this feeling kept crawling into malon's mind, filling her mind with false hope and more doubt to outweigh the hope. Half her mind was saying "the dream is a message from the gods, don't mess it up," while the other half is telling her " it was just a dream, nothing can be that perfect." As Malon walked outside to begin her chores for the day, she heard the faint rumbling of horse hooves, heavy in stride, obviously carrying someone with girth. Malon stepped back, learning from her previous horse injury. The black stead galloped into the ranch and slowed to a trot, stopping to allow the rider to dismount. Talon turned to his daughter clutching a dry cleaning hanger with a covered piece of clothing unable to be identified. Talon quickly hid the hanger behind his back and put on a big smile, slowly side stepping into the house. Running could be heard from within as if talon was trying to hide the dry cleaning. Malon thought this was very strange, so what if it's not exactly like her dream, it's pretty damn close.
"daddy, do you know where link is?" malon called out to the man in the house.
"umm, he's at kakariko helping set up the festival decorations. That longshot of his is pretty handy." Talon said as he hid the bag in a safe spot. Malon now knew that the dream she had was a message from the gods, this was all to similar to the dream for her not to believe it. Malon began her chores for the day, brushing the horses and feeding the cows. She collected eggs and milk, nothing different than the dream, sadly, every day was like this with chores. Finally, wiping the sweat off her forehead, Malon walked into the house and changed into her night gown, washing up and heading to bed.
I know this one is super short, I just wanted to post something to show that im still working. Please feel free to rate and review as this post will probably make a few readers angry. I want to hear what you have to say. The next chapter will be up tomorrow, or maybe even later today.