Note: A remake of my Marth/Zelda fanfic. This is heavily based on a Taiwanese drama called It Started With a Kiss. I encourage romance-lovers to watch it. While writing this, the following songs: Shuo Ni Ai Wo by S.H.E., Zhi Dui ni You Gan Jue by Fahrenheit, Come a Little Closer by Lara Veronin, Say You Love Me by Jason ft. Lara Veronin, Practical Joke by Wang Lan Yin, and Meet by Wang Lan Yin, have heavily inspired me to continue and write this fanfic. Hope you enjoy it, and I am very determined to write this. It will most likely have a lot of chapters before I end it.
It was a bright day as the princess ran down the dusty stairs of her castle. Her tight flat shoes created dust in her path. She tried to hide the disappointment on her face from her passing servants.
"Be careful, Princess Zelda, you might hurt yourself!" one servant scolded and turned to see the scampering princess still at the same pace. Zelda was very wise for her young age, but listening to what others told her was something she couldn't stand. She loved freedom, and always wanted to have a taste of it, but because of her royalty, she was chained from reaching it. Stubbornly, she remained running until a young adult with a green tunic stood at the end of the stairs while holding a white envelope in his hand.
"Hi Zelda!" he smiled, oblivious to the speed she was going at.
"Link! Watch out!" she screamed and the two collided into each others painfully. Several of the worried servants gaped at the two. Link was sprawled onto the cold flooring with a light Zelda on top of his body, her chest against his and their two faces in close range. He could feel the warmth travel to his face causing him to blush a billion shades of red. His heart thumped continously, but in a way he hoped she would react the same way. Instead she merely blushed slightly from the embarrassment and without a bashful smile of some sort, she pushed herself off him and extended her white gloved arm out to help him get up. Disappointed that she wouldn't say a single peep, he grabbed her hand and picked up his bottom.
"I told you, Princess, you'd get hurt!" the previous servant snapped and continued her way up the stairs with a brown basket of neat, folded dresses in her basket. Zelda rolled her sapphire eyes, brushed the dust off her pink gown since all eyes were on her, and finally brought herself to smile pleasantly. Link could feel the heat rising to his cheeks again. For her smile, he would do anything.
"Link, may I talk to you outside my garden?" she whispered, pointing to the item in one of his hands. He nodded and the two took a stroll outside the beautiful, vast area filled with flowers and fragrance.
"Your garden looks so pretty," Link said with a voice almost as soft as a sigh. Zelda turned her head with a gesture of gratitude.
"Just like you," he flirted and beamed.
"Hey, ummm..." the princess stammered. She only shared friendship with him and nothing else. She knew he liked her because of his obviousness, and how much he confessed regarding his love for her. Unfortunately, she couldn't say a word about it, not anymore. She didn't bear deep feelings for him, maybe in the past, but not now.
"The letter, is it for the Super Smash Bros. Contest?" Link blinked dumbly.
".... Oh! This!?" he punched his fist with the crumpled sheet into the air.
"Yup!" he cheered and turned to look at the princess elf, but to only see her eyes grow dim and her long, pointy ears droop.
"What's wrong, Zelda?" he asked with deep concern, "And how did you know about the contest?"
"Ummm... I applied for the contest, but for some reason I didn't get the letter..." she mumbled disappointedly. Link's eyes widened with surprise and sheer disappointment at her decision.
"Wait, you wanted to join!?" he exclaimed. Poor Link had no idea she was going to enter a competition that was quite dangerous for a princess. The sad princess nodded, which Link did just the opposite.
"No... I won't allow it! Y-you'll get yourself killed!" he gripped his hands onto her shoulder with pleading eyes.
"Please, Zelda, I can't bear it... I can't bear the possibility we might go against each other," his eyes were darting left to right, as if to look for a way out of this or a way to convince her to be safe at home. Now the princess was furious; she was tired of him belittling her just because he had to rescue her several times. What did he think she did while she was captured by Ganondorf? Did he actually believe she would sit there and cry for Link like a little lost child? Secretly, she practiced magic so she could defend herself and save her kingdom. Of course, she could not say anything about it, or everyone in the castle would find her not fit as a princess since they believed it was not proper for a young lady to fight. As the tomboy she was, she couldn't let anyone in her way, even her best friend. Clenching her fists, she jolted out of the garden and into the castle. Feeling a little guilty, he cried for her, but she didn't come back.
"Why is she so mad!?" he said to himself almost as if he were shouting, "All I said was the absolute truth! I was just worried over her safety," he frowned with his pointy elf ears drooping. Standing there without anyone to accompany was getting kind of ridiculous, and since he knew Zelda would be too upset to even listen to him, he left without a farewell. Zelda, who wasn't exactly mad at him, locked herself upstairs in her room in thought.
Deeply upset, she flipped open a sheet of paper with an evelope. She stared into the sheet for awhile.
"I have to go," she mumbled to herself, "he is coming..." her heart began to pound wildly at the thought of him. She reached into the drawer yet again and held out a scroll with a sketched picture of him.
The drawing depicted a man with short hair and an extravagant cape. He had a tiara on his head and was in his battle stance. She sighed dreamily and began to blush.
"Prince Marth of Altea," she breathed and looked up, day-dreaming of him, "it would be so nice to finally meet him in person!" the Hylian admired him, and after learning from an unknown source that he would appear in the Melee tournament, she was more than eager to see him, especially also learning that females were allowed to participate.
But her dreams of meeting him were fading rapidly; if she could not join the tournament, she didn't know what she would do. A light bulb just hovered over her head, and she threw out her ancient spell book. Tediously, she flipped through the vast amount of pages.
"How to Turn Others to Frogs...." She read softly to herself so only she could hear and continued to flip the pages. "Transformation....Aha!" She found a passage labeled, "How to Transport Yourself." Actually, she already knew how to teleport herself, but only in short distances. She needed to know how much energy she needed to transport to where the Smash Bros. contest would be. However, there was a flaw to your solution, where was the contest held? She thought hard, and remembered something the application said.
"Meet at the center of the Mushroom Kingdom. If you have any questions, contact 1-800-259-3490 or if you do not have a telephone, come to Mushroom Kingdom and ask Toadsworth from Princess Peach Toadstool's castle for any questions." She squinted her eyes, recalling herself reading the extremely small print on the application. Thank goodness she read that, because for a moment she was pretty lazy and was about to disregard that part. Biting her lip, she determinedly focused on the book for any additional information. There, in a small print, almost as small as the information on the application itself, read:
".... you need to retrieve a pinch of pixie dust and three small strands of an elf." How convienent. Not only was she an elf, but she recalled having pixie dust already in her desk drawer. She remembered when she had to use it as a part of another magic spell in order to quickly transform to her alter ego, Sheik. Sheik had blonde hair with fiery red eyes and a blue suit that covered her head to toe. Her skills were almost impeccable when she became Sheik. When she transforms into her alter ego, she becomes a faster runner with excellent precision when executing her special moves. Although she was not as strong, it was a good disguise from the real self, and she was sometimes tired of wearing a long dress. The hems became dirtied often, and she would get lectured by her servants for something that couldn't be helped. She opened the drawer and pulled out a container filled with colorful pixie dust and looked at the directions:
"Grab a cup since you're going to need to drink this," she looked around and realized she would have to go downstairs in order to get some. In case anyone entered her room and tried to pry into her business, she shoved the items into her drawer and left the room.
"Going somewhere?" a male servant said while passing by her. She stopped dead in her tracks.
"I-I'm just going into the kitchen to get some water," Zelda replied coolly.
"You know, I'm your servant. I can get it for you," he offered.
"Oh, thanks," she beamed nervously and went back to her room which wasn't exactly far away. The servant sighed, not even bothering to know why she acted slightly jittery, and went down the extremely long stairs for her glass of water. Meanwhile, she decided it wasn't safe to pull out her spell book since her servant could come any minute, and lay down on the bed. Sometimes when she wasn't doing anything, she would try to imagine how it would be to become a queen. The pros were that she would be free to do anything she pleased, and she would get to watch her beloved kingdom. There were many cons listed as well. She would be quite busy worrying over the kingdom though, and she had to marry a random prince which she disapproved. Why did it have to be a prince? All they did for her was arrive at her door and shower her with fake flattery. They tried too hard to capture the princesses's heart. It aggravated her too when her father would try to persuade her to marry someone. Automatically she shot down whoever came, and one time didn't even let a suitor enter the door. She desparately wanted a way out of her chains, but she couldn't because the moment she breaks them, the more persistant the chains would come to bring her down.
"Here's your water, Princess," the servant handed her a glass of water. She nodded in gratitude and carefully took the cup. Since he had more chores to finish, he slipped out of her room and headed to a different room. She set the cup down onto the desk and closed the door behind her. She grabbed the spell book and the pixie dust in front of her. Marking the spot she read last time, she flipped open the pages and read aloud:
"Warm the water until it boils," she had nothing to boil it with. She looked at her hands and decided using her magic skills was the best effort. A fire red ball floated on her right hand as she placed the fire near the glass. Not knowing, the glass began to melt as the liquid inside began to simmer.
"Ack! I wish I known this would happen!" she panicked at the melted side of the cup. Ignoring it, she looked at the directions and found that it was needed to have the pixie dust and the elf hair. Assuming the water is already warm, the fire in her hand disappeared, pinched the pixie dust, and sprinkled it into the warm liquid. The liquid turned into a different color, an indigo hue. Pulling out the three strands of her long, golden hair, she rubbed her head on the area she plucked the strands and watched them sink into the liquid, bubble, and disappear into the concoction. Now it became automatically transparent, which was quite strange in her eyes. Was her hair color really that odd enough to transform indigo into transparent? She scanned through the directions once more and read:
"Drink the potion. This will allow you more strength to reach even farther distances than before."
Smiling at her success, she quickly took a gulp of the potion and felt a surge of magical energy inside of her. To hide the possibility of her servants wondering what happened to the cup, she smashed the glass by throwing it onto the ground. Knowing they would come in any minute, she grabbed the potion, spell book, and container of pixie dust in the drawer and bent over to pretend she was trying to clean up the glass. A different servant bolted into her room.
"Princess Zelda, what happened?"
"I accidentally dropped the glass," she spoke innocently, "I know, I'm very clumsy!"
"Princess, you might cut your expensive gloves, let me clean that up," the servant sighed and scampered off to find a dustpan and a broom. Zelda sighed in relief and tiresome until the servant rushed back and swept up the broken remains of the glass.
"Please be careful next time, dear," she heaved a tired sigh and went back to work. Knowing the coast was clear now, she locked the door shut and was about to teleport out until she realized something. Tapping her head as if she was an idiot or forgetful, she surrounded herself with a magical aura and soon another clone walked from the real Zelda. The other woman looked exactly like Zelda and smiled.
"Cover for me while I'm gone, okay?" Zelda ordered. She nodded. Zelda liked to escape to many places, and did so by cloning herself. Now cloning herself was a spell she could easily do whatever she wanted to. She grabbed her letter left on the desk and transported.
Note: Sorry for the story's long absense! I finally found some bit of inspiration, but that doesn't mean I'll keep on updating regularly. Oh, and I'm making the chapters shorter. I got some critisizm that my chapters are too long that it makes others' lose interest due to their short attention spans. xD Hope you liked it.