Well…. this is my first ever fan fiction about anything, and yes, it had to be about this. I wrote the entire thing in two sittings. I'll probably write all (or most) of my future stories completely before uploading them. Because I wrote it all at once, I won't put any notes until after the last chapter.
Just a note, my future stories will follow one person. Each story that I do will probably be a different character, just so it won't get boring. Enjoy.
Oh- I forgot. I'll say this (because I have to): I do not own anyone from this game, and probably never will. I just enjoy writing about them in this way. Hahaha. The only things I made up were the things that aren't in the game!
(Chapter 1: Preparations)
The morning light peeped annoyingly in from the light curtains of her room. Usually she was grateful when the sun woke her up, but because of the exhausting night she had the day before, she was extremely irate. If she had her way, she would have stayed in bed until someone came knocking for her, a tenant of the mansion perhaps? Sadly, she knew she could not have her way. It would be…improper for someone like herself to stay in bed any longer than necessary.
She eased her way out from under the warm covers and ambled to the sink just under the window next to the restroom. The view, as always, was gorgeous and it immediately put her in a better mood. The ocean shimmered in the morning light, like it was filled with thousands of sparkling diamonds. Although odd, she herself requested the misplaced sink. Instead of an ordinary window with maybe an ornate table under it, she asked for a sink so she could look out and wash the morning from her face. She looked into the slight reflection and saw a few light brown hairs stuck up out of place; she picked up an elaborate silver brush and began to brush her stray brunette locks from her face. She grabbed a cloth and got it damp with lukewarm water and gently wiped the morning from her eyes.
She then remembered what she had to do and sighed. Her light sleepwear fell from her body as she made her way gracefully to the wardrobe. She picked a light dress and slipped it on over her head. Again she made her way to window with the sink and used the slight reflection to brush her hair yet again. She brushed it back behind her pointed ears and left two long locks down in front. She tied the rest of her hair back with a simple hair tie and put simple slippers on. She didn't feel like dressing up everyday, unless it was her turn.
She made her way across the large bedroom and out the door. At six thirty, no one was yet awake and she felt slightly alone as she made her way down the long hall and down two flights of stairs to the master study.
Two large doors stood before her, doors she was used to seeing. As she made her way to the mahogany doors, they opened by themselves to allow her entry. At the end of the room was a small child. He looked up and smiled.
"Ah! Princess Zelda, there you are!" The child grinned as the princess made her across the long room.
"As always, sir. What do you need me to do today?" she asked as if speaking to someone much older and with much more authority than herself, which in reality he was and did.
"Hmm… Nothing that I can think of," said the small child spinning around in the leather chair. Zelda eyed the two, perfectly white gloves that sat lazily in a glass box. When he wore them, Master Hand and Crazy Hand would come into existence. "Oh! I know! Would you mind organizing a tournament for later today? You know a how I love to hold random tournaments spur of the moment."
"Of course not, sir. Any special request?" The child shook his head rapidly, messing up his perfectly combed hair. "Then how about no items, one on one, three stock and on Final Destination?" The child smiled and nodded as if to say 'Sounds great,' and with that, Zelda left the large room to the control room in order to begin preparations.
