Author's Note: Just a warning, there's going to be many OCs in this story with modern last names, so sorry if it makes the story cringey.
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Any stories with the exact same plot line is extremely coincidental. I do not own Legend of Zelda, Nintendo does.
Chapter 1: August 14th
My eyes were glued on the potted plant on top of the closet at my left. The clock ticked in a 4/4 rhythm like a metronome, or an orchestra conductor clapping to keep a steady beat for future musicians. My head felt a little dizzy as the clock's beat dazed me into a trance, making my head sway side to side in the rhythm.
Tick tick tick tick.
A few minutes passed until I heard a rustle in the doorknob. A man with a gray suit and overalls walked in looking down at a clipboard full of white, clean papers. He looked as if he was in his mid 50s, with a saggy chin and a very bad haircut shaved in the middle. His glasses had a silver colored border, which reflected the ceiling light. I attempted to smile at him, like I did to greet others, but he didn't seem to notice me and landed on his chair with a thump. I was surprised that he didn't blink because he only focused on the many long long stacks of paperwork on his desk.
I swung my legs back and forth in my chair and looked around the room. The building's rooms were all very similar in design. Every room in the building had a potted plant on the closet at the left side of the room and a black desk with short bookshelves at the right side. The rug was a navy blue color and the entire room was a slightly darker shade of white.
The man behind the desk opened his mouth, which caused my eyes to shift from staring at a potted plant to his glasses,
"Fifteen year old male, approximately 5'3, most recent home in the town of Kokiri, currently searching for home in Hyrule City, is that correct?"
His eyes began to open up as he glared coldly into my soul. I didn't know how to respond, of course, because it was a rather intimidating situation. I also couldn't tell whether to nod my head yes, or shake my head no, because I was closer to being 5'4, but the rest of the information was correct.
As the awkward staring went for about sixty seconds, he breathed in to speak. To my dismay, he only repeated the question,
"Is this correct?"
To avoid any longer awkward silences, I took a deep breath in to clarify, only to be disappointed with what I said,
"Ffour... fivvvve… foot,"
The man cocked an eyebrow with confusion,
"Excuse me?"
"Foot…fffour...fffive," I muffled, angrily regretting what I said.
I nervously leaned back as the man began to tower over me. His shadow blocked the light from the ceiling lamp.
The door blasted open again before he could interrogate me further. I sighed of relief and the adrenaline in my veins faded away as a young woman with brown hair and red high heels came into the room. Her hair was tied neatly into a bun. She had a golden tag that was labeled "secretary" on the left part of her chest. The man propped up from his seat and greeted the secretary,
"Secretary Sheila, what brings you here?"
The secretary shifted her eyes to me,
"Young Link, a couple is waiting for you outside" she replied.
Secretary Sheila gestured towards the doorway and I followed her outside. I clutched onto my green hat, hoping that the two people outside weren't odd looking trolls or any monsters with razor teeth or mangled claws. However, the couple was a man and a woman with a toothy smile. The woman had her large bangs coming down nearly to her eyes. Her hair was a light hazel brown, but her hair was starting to thin into gray hair. The man was large with a beard like Santa Claus, except his beard was a red color. Similarly, he was slightly larger than the man in the office, but he put on a jolly smile and put his left hand on the woman's shoulder,
"Link, meet your new foster parents, Mr. And Mrs. Auburn".
Mrs. Auburn came out to me and put out a hand,
"Nice to meet you Link!" she grinned, "No need to call me Mrs. Auburn all the time, call me Auntie Auburn, or 'Auntie' for short!"
She elegantly gestured towards me with a grin, squeezing my right shoulder gently, which was an odd, but interesting greeting.
The secretary shifted her glance to Mr. Auburn,
"I see that you're ready to be acquainted with him. Please sign here, here, here, here…"
The secretary went on scrolling on all the paperworks on her clipboard. It was as if she had ten different hands that were holding pencils and papers flipping the pages for Mr. Auburn to sign.
Mr. Auburn was dizzy as he finished signing all the different contracts and then carried my guitar case, hauling it on his back,
"Get the other instrument, along with the bag" he said to his wife, and Mrs. Auburn happily retrieved my flute from the ground,
"Okay," Auntie joyfully put her hand on my shoulder once again, "Let's get to the car!"
As Mr. Auburn cruised his way to the new home, I couldn't help but stare out at the window. The lights from the buildings glimmered on the streets of Hyrule. Night was falling in the lovely city. It was so lovely that you could even see the moon rise in the East. It wasn't a moon with a demented face from scary video games or nursery board books, but just a bright white moon, which was very big tonight because it was the time of year when the moon was full.
Mr. Auburn had scrolled down the windows for air so the nice cool breeze filled the air. The breeze flew across from the window from one car door to the other, blowing my hair towards the coastline. It was a nice summer breeze that I've never felt before because I lived in the center of a forest village for the past couple of years.
The house was a relatively comfortable home. It's walls were painted a freshly new navy blue, and the door fringes were a new white. I was a little nervous by the wooden floors because I'm afraid of splinters, but then felt at ease when Mr. Auburn introduced me to his collection of potted plants in the living room,
"And this is Joe Jones, Darry, Bill, Jackelyn, etc."
I loved plants, but certainly not pots. One time, in my old home, mother let me reach into one of her potted plants into cool moist soil. I found a blue rupee in the plant, but then I broke it and it fell on my toes, making me cry in pain when the hard clay had made one of my toes bleed. But mother was kind, and she put a white cloth around it to keep it clean…
Mother.
I started to frown at the thought of my first mother. At that very moment, Auntie Auburn moved toward me to take my green hat, which I was still clutching at the thought of Mother,
"Here, Link, let me take your hat,"
She touched my hat but then I felt a burning sensation in my veins, as if the thermostat had been turned up 100 degrees. Mother's voice came to mind,
"Here Link, keep this hat…" said my Mother in a quick and scared voice. Then I heard a scream, which made me dizzy. The burning sensation had boiled into anger, so I tried to yell "no" only responding by screaming,
"Ngahhhh!" I hit the potted plant with my hands and the pot flew off the table, falling into the ground with a great impact. It's hard clay shattered into pieces and split apart in all different directions. The soil came rushing down the table, and the poor plant lay dead on the ground.
An awkward silence filled the room. I looked down at the floor to see what I had done.
Mr. Auburn sighed, but then smiled,
"Are you hurt Link? Here, let me clean this up for yo-"
"Me… bed… go…" I stuttered quietly, and went upstairs to what Auntie Auburn introduced as my bedroom.
My heart sank as I sulked into my sheets, like I was a submarine sinking into the bottom of the ocean floor.
What have I done! What have I done! What have I done! Have I already lost their trust?
I kept my face flat on the newly made bed, until I heard a ding from my bag. Buried in my bag was my phone. Looking through the notifications, I had already had a text message from Saria, a friend of mine from Kokiri.
Hey! How's the new home?
But I didn't want to reply, because I was too tired to respond.
Outside, I could hear my guardians brushing up the shards from the potted plant. Mrs. Auburn was loud enough for me to hear the conversation,
"You're not worried about the potted plant, are you?"
"Relax, he's a new family member! It's his first day here. You could always grow a new plant! Let him rest for now, he must be tired with all the moving!"
I didn't want to hear anymore, so I buried myself under the blankets, exhausted from the long wait in the office building. I looked out the ceiling window and saw the stars and the moon, hoping tomorrow would be a better day.
Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Please R&R! I really love any critique on my writing!
~Krisastar64