It was night in the woods of the Kikiri and an air of peace hung heavy over the place. Crickets chirped lazily in the grass. Owls hooted faintly. The full moon shone brightly through the dense branches of the giant trees and the sweet heady smells of late evening, honeysuckle and pine, still hung in the warm air. Alley cats failed to mate loudly on garden fences. It was perfect.
The immortal youths of the woods slept soundly in their beds or, in some cases, other people's beds. All dreamt of beautiful and sweet things, for they knew no evil (sort of) and all were unaware of the nameless evil that crept among them. Oh wait; it did have a name- Ganondorf. The huge black shape moved silently through the shadows, its walk purposeful, its eyes, the pits of fire that burned out of its skull, focused on a single point ahead.
Morning came. A chicken crowed somewhere in the woods. No one knew where it crowed from but it did and always had done for as long as anyone could remember (which in this place, was a very, very, very long time), every morning at precisely 6am. People had tried to stop it. Every chicken in the wood had been slaughtered, burnt and then jumped up and down on. Yet somehow that chicken, that one incessant, bastard little chicken had survived. Thus it was now called the Jesus chicken.
The children of the wood had grown to bear and respect it and they slept through. Only an hour later, when a scream rang through the woods, did anyone stir.
The scream had come from a tree house, half perched/ half carved into one of the huge trees. Inside, a young boy lay sprawled on the floor. He was around the age of 10, blonde and gangly. From the waist up he was naked which had been partly to blame for the girlish scream.
Then rest of what was to blame now hovered before his face. It was a small glowing ball of light with two butterfly wings and a very worried expression on its little face.
"Hello," it said, very, very quickly. It was a girl. "My names Navi! You're Link! No time to talk! We gotta go now, quick, quick, quick!"
"What? No! Get the hell out of my house!" the boy yelled.
He took a swipe at her. She caught his arm and, with incredible strength, pulled him bodily out the door.
The ground ended a foot later. It was a very long way down.
"Ooooops," Navi called down. "You Ok?"
"No but I think the compost loo softened the landing." And then the fairy had swooped down again and caught his arm. She continued her dragging, pulling him along a dirt track that led through the forest. After a while she stopped and held up Link's arm. She waved it around and it flopped awkwardly.
"Seems awfully loose."
It was dislocated. With an annoyed groan Link took it back and popped it back in with a soft wet "plop".
"It does that a lot. I dislocated it when I was five." He said, shuddering as he remembered that fateful day stood at the top of the precarious cliff with Mido.
Right then Mido, the jumped up little Hitler who pretended to run the place, jumped out from behind a bush.
"Hey! You can't come in here without a sword and-"
He never got any further. A week later he was found in a bush, strangled by his own legs.
The immortal youths of the woods slept soundly in their beds or, in some cases, other people's beds. All dreamt of beautiful and sweet things, for they knew no evil (sort of) and all were unaware of the nameless evil that crept among them. Oh wait; it did have a name- Ganondorf. The huge black shape moved silently through the shadows, its walk purposeful, its eyes, the pits of fire that burned out of its skull, focused on a single point ahead.
Morning came. A chicken crowed somewhere in the woods. No one knew where it crowed from but it did and always had done for as long as anyone could remember (which in this place, was a very, very, very long time), every morning at precisely 6am. People had tried to stop it. Every chicken in the wood had been slaughtered, burnt and then jumped up and down on. Yet somehow that chicken, that one incessant, bastard little chicken had survived. Thus it was now called the Jesus chicken.
The children of the wood had grown to bear and respect it and they slept through. Only an hour later, when a scream rang through the woods, did anyone stir.
The scream had come from a tree house, half perched/ half carved into one of the huge trees. Inside, a young boy lay sprawled on the floor. He was around the age of 10, blonde and gangly. From the waist up he was naked which had been partly to blame for the girlish scream.
Then rest of what was to blame now hovered before his face. It was a small glowing ball of light with two butterfly wings and a very worried expression on its little face.
"Hello," it said, very, very quickly. It was a girl. "My names Navi! You're Link! No time to talk! We gotta go now, quick, quick, quick!"
"What? No! Get the hell out of my house!" the boy yelled.
He took a swipe at her. She caught his arm and, with incredible strength, pulled him bodily out the door.
The ground ended a foot later. It was a very long way down.
"Ooooops," Navi called down. "You Ok?"
"No but I think the compost loo softened the landing." And then the fairy had swooped down again and caught his arm. She continued her dragging, pulling him along a dirt track that led through the forest. After a while she stopped and held up Link's arm. She waved it around and it flopped awkwardly.
"Seems awfully loose."
It was dislocated. With an annoyed groan Link took it back and popped it back in with a soft wet "plop".
"It does that a lot. I dislocated it when I was five." He said, shuddering as he remembered that fateful day stood at the top of the precarious cliff with Mido.
Right then Mido, the jumped up little Hitler who pretended to run the place, jumped out from behind a bush.
"Hey! You can't come in here without a sword and-"
He never got any further. A week later he was found in a bush, strangled by his own legs.