I put one disclaimer and one disclaimer only. I own nothing in LoZ. I own the plot of this story though.
A hero she can count on
To Those Who Harm Perfection
I walked through the entrance of Lon Lon Ranch, my golden hair whiping around my face. It had been...a long time. I wanted to see her face again. That beautiful sunrise hair that made her look like an angel.
I saw the faint outline of a person by the stalls. As I walked closer, I could see that she was crying. Malon was crying. I came closer and knelt down next to her. "Malon," I said, "what happened?" She didnt even turn around, she just yelled. "Don't play dumb, Iruna, you were the one that did this to me," she screamed. I grabbed her shoulder and spun her around. A loud gasp escaped her throat. She proceeded to grab on to my shirt...well, the shirt part of my tunic anyway. "Link...your back, I knew you'd come back," she whimpered. Her voice was muffled, as her face was pressed against my chest. I heard a door close behind me, and a voice called out. "Malon, you wretch, get in here," he screamed. Fury began to boil in my chest, as I turned to face this person who dared to harm perfection. He had spiked brown hair, and a punk face. I unsheathed my sword, and pointed it at the man. He laughed, "I was one of the people who helped protect this land when it was in crisis, you can't touch me." I snorted, this guy was more arrogant then I had thought. "And I am the Hero of Time, responsable for this country not being destroyed right now," I said. The man broke out into laughter, "The Hero of Time is a legend," he said, his voice more cocky then ever. I held up my hand, and showed him my Triforce of Courage. Neither of us spoke. My sword was at his throat faster than he could blink. This man would never speak again. I swiftly slashed my sword across his throat. The man dropped dead in an instant. Nobody hurt Malon and lived to laugh about it.