You know the drill, all disclaimer rules apply: I do not own any of the
Zelda characters, though I might like to. This story takes place after Ocarina
of Time and Majora's Mask (*note*- I do not own and have never played Majora's
Mask, so some of the facts might be wrong, but then again, this is supposed to
be made up!) This is my first fanfic, hopefully I've done it
right!
Chapter
1
"Death by the Cold"
The cold swept through his body, chilling him to his soul, forcing the
blood to retreat from his extremities, immediately turning them numb and
useless. His frosty breath turned to particles of ice on his eyelashes and
eyebrows, giving the youth an illusion of white hair.
The youth could not begin to comprehend how he had come to be there, his
memory was clouded with a dense curtain of fog. No matter how hard he
concentrated to look beyond the misty barrier, it refused to release its iron
grip.
His mind screamed for warmth as his heart struggled to keep him alive.
His lower legs were completely useless -- completely numbed and bitten by the
sharp cold. A task as simple as walking became a intangible skill which he was
completely unable to perform.
In fact, the only possible thing for the youth to do was to lie there,
slowing freezing from the outside to the inside. He shuddered as he felt the icy
grip of cold reach his heart, and grab onto it like the hand of death. His
heartbeat grew slower... more sluggish...
Gasping for air, he struggled to stay alive with the last once of
strength that the cold had not robbed from him. His mind could no longer
translate for him his surroundings -- objects bled into each other...
Not that there was much to see.
His surroundings were bleak, completely isolated and desolate for what
seemed to stretch on for eternity. There was no sun, yet it wasn't dark. No wind
was blowing, yet the cold was so unforgiving and widespread that there was no
need for wind to carry its wrath to further heights and distances.
Not a soul was living there -- none could, for it was impossible. Nothing, no living things, was visible.
No breath could be heard, no striding gait of a living creature. The place was
forbidden and lonely; not a soul was there.
--Except one.
But soon the cold would soon claim its
victim, and the land would become dead again, for the rest of
time.
The last breath of a living
creature is one of the saddest things to be heard by another living creature. It
signals the end of a life, a small part of What Would Become and What Was to Be.
It sometimes comes in due time, oft times it comes while the dying victim's
tired mind is still racing for ways to survive. Most of the time the creature
resists the feeling of death creeping into their dying body, robbing them of
life. Their instincts, hidden so deep within their essence, scream: "LIVE! LIVE!
YOU MUST LIVE!!", but the body refuses to respond -- tired of the toiling task
to keep the being alive for a moment longer. The last breath comes, and the life
goes to be gone forever among the living...
Still, the youth's mind refused to give up, despite its sluggish state.
The body was pleading differently: it begged to be let go, to give up on this
useless stuggle against the Cold. It suffocated the boy, forcing the air from
his lungs and rendering all struggle useless.
The Last Breath came, and a calm enveloped the weary youth -- his face
set with a peaceful expression of submission. The Cold had won this
battle.
The boy's last thought ran slowly, stumbling through his mind as he felt
his heart stop with a numb jolt:
'Zelda...'
The Cold claimed another victim, and won its purpose. The dead silence
once again dominated the land, stretching forever into endlessness...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Link shot up from his bed as if a rattlesnake had bitten his behind. His
eyesight was blurry -- unclear from an uncomfortable night's sleep. His heart
heavy and uneasy, he began the task of washing his face and putting a new tunic
on.
All the while his mind began to become clear again. The events of the
dream came back, slowly back surely, making him uneasier. Again he wiped the
sleep from his eyes, which refused to leave completely. He shuddered as he recalled the Cold,
smothering him and slowing killing him without so much as a struggle. The memory
gave him goose bumps all over his body, making his hair on his arms and legs
stand on end. He made his decision and bounded off towards someone who could
perhaps help him interpret this foreshadowing
revelation...
Kudo watched Link as he quietly exited the forest from a window of his
small home. Kudo, being one of the few Kokiri who actually was somewhat
acquainted with Link, could only ponder of the reasons that Link left again.
Beside himself, only Saria has noticed the change in Link the last couple
of months. True, he was still a child, but instead of staying the same age
(namely, 10 years old) and height Link as shown signs of growing. None of the
other Kokiri has noticed the change in height with Link, though they do know
something is very strange about him.
Deep down, Kudo knew that Link did not belong among them, and would
eventually leave the forest forever. He was saddened by this, but knew that it
was true.
He also knew that when something becomes urgent enough to force Link to
leave the forest for outside assistance, it was something that was going to
become a major event in Hyrule's history. He could only pray that it would leave
the peaceful Kokiri alone and their precious home...
But what was to come would affect all of Hyrule.
~End of
Chapter 1
