Welcome! Come to read my first fanfiction, I see!
Well, I'm Elfy, and welcome to my show. I appologise for any spelling errors or mistakes I have made. I hope you enjoy my story and -ahemmmmm- LIKE IT.
I do not own The Legend of Zelda.
I do, however, own my ideo for the plot, my characters I used, and this taco, thank you.
If you don't like it, don't read it, dearie.
By the By, I'm only 13, so please, if you have a problem with that, well, your one biased petunia.
If it's short for you, I'm sorry.
Also! No promises in the way of continuing this. I'm unreliable at that and may drop it, forget about it, loose interest in it, the whole nine yards.
Link was just a boy of thirteen when his story began. He was sitting alone beside a large boulder on the outskirts of a village made of grass huts. Lots of the huts had dark scorch marks coursing the sides. This was a side event from this villa's job. We worked in the volcano that the villa was centered around. What we did in this volcano was hard work.
We harvested Din the Fairy's fire. Why we did this? For the dragons populating Hyrule, of course. . They would come from all around the world to our little villa and take our special fire. It was their food, and in turn they would agree to let us use them for transportation.
Harvesting the fire was a job in itself. The fire resided in the deep bowls of the volcano, and to get it required armor of dragons scales and a special scythe that cuts the grasslike fire from its place in the rocks. This is very difficult because of the possibility of getting burned, being attacked by monsters, or even getting caught in an earthquake.
Link wasn't allowed to even start training to go down in the volcano. He was, however, allowed to feed the dragons that came their Din's Fire. Doing so was hard, but fun. There was a rock trough in the market square that was just his for feeding. He had to fill it with fire, which was in a magma state and had to be poured out of the ever-warming bucket. Once it was poured in Dragons would come and eat the fire, and in turn he would earn scales from them. These scales were valuable because when you got them hot enough, they could be melted down into weaponry. To do so is even harder, because the fire of a hundred dragons is needed just to get it hot enough. Then the Kumkar begin to smith it into a custom weapon. This deed is very expensive. It costs thousands and thousands of rupees to do this.
Deep red scared the sky as the earth rumbled and fire split the sky. Magma poured down the mountain, narrowly missing the villas. The magma sunk into trenches built dug into the mountain. The magma pouring down the mountain in streams was the Din's Fire no longer able to be harvested and fed to the dragons. Unpure fire. When the magma reached the bottom it cooled and formed little hard pools of hard rock.
Once the bout was over, Link stood up and walked into the villa. There wasn't too much damage, and the people were already starting to work on the burn parts. People were outside, testing the small streams of magma still running down the mountain to see if it was pure enough, which it wasn't, and small children were running around playing with baby dragons, chasing them and getting yelled at by the adults to stay away from the hot magma. In under an hour of helping fix the burns and patching, everything was done, and Dragons started flocking to the troughs. Link noticed that there were dragons coming to his trough and ran up the mountain to the little entrance cut into the side. When he stepped inside we noticed something strange was wrong with the firey insides. It was darker, and the fire was less. Usually after an eruption lots of things would have caught on fire to feed to the dragons. But there was less this time. In the small cave where Link would grab his bucket of magma stood Hurti, the Villa's leader. He stood in front of the entrance to the main caverns, which lead down to the purer fire to harvest.
Hurti nodded for Link to come over, "Come here, my boy, we have a problem."
Link nodded and walked over to Hurti. He grabbed Link by the shoulders and got down on one knee, looking Link square in the face and said, "Link, we have a problem. Din's in trouble. She isn't making fire right. It's all unpure. I need you to do something very important for me. Go to Ilu down the mountain and ask her for a sword for Hurti. I need to go and talk to Din and see whats wrong. Would you do that for me?" He handed Link a note to give to Ilu. He took it with his rough skinned hands.
Link nodded, turning around to exit. The mountain began shaking when he left. He tripped and fell a few times as he dashed through the village, trying to find the weapon dealer's hut.
"Where's the fire, little hylian?" A dragon the length of two horses chuckled. 'Jaskle…' Link thought. He was one of Link's regulars. They got along… okay. Jaskle had a habit of hogging the fire and not paying enough scales. Other than that, he was fine.
Okay, yes, dragons speak. But not with their mouths, with their minds. Dragons were hard to understand creatures. They could store fire in their stomachs for hours, they could communicate with any and all species, they could fly. Some were even great chefs.
Jaskle looked at Link with his scorching crimson eyes, flicking his fire-colored tail covered in scales. He looked like he expected an answer, but he knew he wouldn't get one. Link never spoke non other than the occasional grunt.
It was cold out, even with the smoke rising in the air. Black snow started to fall, and the mountain rumbled again. Strange. The volcano never erupted twice in a row. Jaskle looked up to the sky, his scales flashing bright red.
Jaskle turned to Link, "You bes' go take shelter, little man. I have a bad feeling about whats to come."
Link nodded, but ignored him. He took off in the black snow, his arms freezing in his green tunic. Black snow dotted his blonde hair and his green cap, his eyes scanning the huts. His cerulean blue eyes found the one hut with weapons hanging around the entrance. The hut in itself was mottled, like the rest. The grass and mud it was made of had experienced many fires and weathered wear. The old brown curtain hanging as the door was scorched in some places, and the rugs from the inside peaked out from under it.
Link approached with caution, not ever really getting along with the weapons dealer very often.
He pushed the curtain back for entrance, walking in. There in the floor, like any other hut, was a fire pit, the smoke rising through a hole in the top of the hut. There were only a few weapons laying on the ground for buying today. 'The supply must be low…' Link thought as he looked around.
Ilu was a woman of about 70 years old and still going strong. She was as loud and boisterous as a horse, and she didn't look a day over 90. She had long, wavy white hair and a wrinkly old face, but her green eyes were alive as ever. She looked up, and the mole on her chin almost seemed like it was glaring at him. Ilu nodded at him, acknowledging his presence. She smoothed out her brown, dull dress. It had may years of year and tear, too, just like her curtain. She glared up at him when he didn't say anything.
"What do you want, you little mute? I'm busy!" She said, holding up the dress she was hemming. Ilu was a very multitalented person.
Link simply blinked and handed her the note that Hurti had given her. She ripped it out of his his hands and opened it. It took her a while to finish it, not everyone in the villa was educated in the way of reading.
After a few minutes she grunted and pointed to a sword on the farthest away from her.
"Give that Dragon Scaler to him, it's all I can spare at the moment," She growled and threw the note in the fire. The edged blackened before it burst into red and orange flames.
Link walked over to a sheathed sword, the one she hand indicated. It was small, and it looked a bit poorly made, but it would do. The sheath bore the triforce as the only decoration, residing on the top of the hilt. The sword was plain, with a scale-metal handle and a scaled metal blade. It had a redish tent to it from the coloring of the scales. The handle, on the other hand, had scales that obviously came from a different dragon, for they were green.
He adjusted the sword on his back before nodding thanks to Ilu, who simply barked "Out, out, out!"
He pulled back the curtain and exited into the blaring cold. A wind was stirring and the dragons were starting to take flight to try to escape the area before a snowstorm. Link braced against the whipping cold, putting his hands under his arms to keep them from getting too frostbitten. He climbed through the now deserted village. The only sign of motion was smoke pouring out of the roof's holes.
As link was almost halfway through the villa and it's snow, there was a slight rumble miles and miles underneath Links feet. It seemed to come closer and closer, until the ground was visibly shaking. Link slipped down the steep hill a few feet before trudging on.
After a while of struggling, Link found his way to the entrance. Link grabbed the wooden frame that was keeping the rocks and dirt from caving in and hauled himself in. When he caught sight of what was seen, he gasped.
Hurti was lying there, his leg caught under a pile of rocks. He moaned in pain. Link's eyes widened as he rushed over. Lots of rocks had caved in around in the cavern, and Hurti had been unlucky enough to get caught under one. Link started trying to move the rock, slowly digging Hurti out.
There was a lot of blood. Hurti had definitely broken his leg. Once he was free, Link moved him, gently enough, to the wall to sit up. It was a hard job for a thirteen-year-old, but he managed.
Hurti started fiddling with his leg. It scared Link, because Hurti seemed to be in more pain when he did so, but Hurti brushed him away. There was a slight pop and Hurti nodded. "I-it was out of place. The rest was just caused by the rock piercing my skin," He stuttered, obviously still in pain.
A look of worry crossed Hurti's eyes, "Link, Din is in trouble, I know it. This eruption might destroy the villa if it goes on too long, and I hate to do this, but I need you to go down and find Din. You're a strong boy, you can do it. Once I can get up, I'll find a party of people to come find you. I feel terrible doing this, but Link, I know in my heart you can do it."
Link just nodded, his blonde hair was stained with ash and wet with snow as it shook.
Hurti frowned ,"Link, take that sword and go. Now. We don't have much time. The entrance to the caverns is still available for using. Remember Link, the way down is: Left, left, right, left. You'll know what I mean when you see it…" He started to look tired, the bags under his eyes now noticeable. Link left him that way, turning and was about to leave, when Hurti caught his attention.
"L-link, the shield. The villa's shield. It got buried under a pile of dirt and rocks next to the entrance. Get it. It will catch on fire easily, so be careful…"
Link turned his attention to the pile Hurti had indicated and rummaged through it. There it was, under all the dirt. When he pulled it out, he would have laughed. It was old, almost rotting. The design on the front of the wood held the hyrulean crest in faded paint. It was dirty and had obviously been through a lot. He shook the dirt off of it and set off down the narrow, steep entrance to the Fire Temple.
The only thoughts going through his head were, 'I have no clue how to use this sword.'