Disclaimer: I don't own Zelda or Hyrule, Nintendo characters etc.
Note: This is my first attempt at a fic. Hope you like it!
The title's not that interesting. I couldn't think of anything. Zi is my
own character. And some of the places are invented.
Prologue
It is coming...
The inevitable...
There is no simple way to stop it...
The coming evil...
Alone, the four are useless...
Together, they shall defeat the evil...
And peace shall reign again in Hyrule...
Chapter I:The Cottage
A yell awoke him from his peaceful slumber under the pine tree. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was big green eyes peering right into his face.
"Ahhhhh!!!" He had nearly drawn his sword when he realized it was only a child.
"I scared ya, didn't I mister?" giggled the small girl.
"Uh...yeah, I guess so," the young man answered nervously. He was still a little shaken up.
"My daddy wants to know, if ya want to have dinner with us. 'Cuz I saw you when I was playing, and you looked lonely."
"Where do you live?"
"Over there," the girl pointed to a small village nestled amongst the trees.
"I didn't know I was so close...or else I would have gone inside and slept somewhere more comfortable," the man said, more to himself than the girl.
"The trees can be hard," the girl agreed.
Stretching his arms, he got up, gathered his things, and started walking toward the village. The girl skipped alongside him.
"What's your name?"
He glanced at her, and figured there was no reason to worry with the child. 'But the parents...? Better to be safe then regret it later...'
"I'm...Zi...of Hyrule," he said after a pause.
"Oh..." A big smile spread across the little girl's face. "I'm Nevis of Hyrule Town."
'A town?? It doesn't even look big enough to be a town! '
"Oh."
Pulling his hand, the girl led him to a cottage on the eastern side of the town. A man and woman were standing outside.
"This is my mommy and daddy. This is Zi," the girl introduced them.
"Hello Zi. I see my daughter has dragged in another stranger. Although the last one she brought in wasn't as tall as you," the mother smiled kindly at him, obviously implying the small puppy she held in her arms. She led the way into the cottage. Zi placed his equipment in a corner, and sat in a chair opposite of his things, where he could keep an eye on them.
"Nevis, go get your brother," her father ordered. She ran out of the room obediently.
'Where could I go after this? What do I do? I can't work with much of anything...And I can't go back...no, I would never go back! ' His thoughts wandered frantically.
"Zi?"
The young man didn't answer.
"Zi?" Nevis's mother said again, louder this time.
He looked up, surprised.
"Where are you from?"
He blinked, not seeming to understand the question. His mind was thinking frantically, for a name, any name.
"Juniper..." 'Juniper?? ' "...Town," he heard his voice reply.
"Juniper Town? I've never heard of the place," Nevis's father put in.
"It's a pretty small town. Barely big enough to be one." 'Hope that takes care of things.'
At that moment, Nevis returned, with a blond haired, surly-looking youth in tow. 'This is her brother? I see some big differences.' Nevis's brother was probably a few years younger than Zi himself. He was clothed in a dark red tunic and black boots, compared to his sister who wore a sky blue dress and a white apron.
Her brother examined Zi suspiciously.
"Who're you?"
"Zi," answered the older boy coolly.
Nevis quickly interrupted. "This is my brother, George."
Zi held out his hand to shake. The other boy ignored it. He had the air of one who didn't care about anything or anyone.
Spotting Zi's sword in the corner, he was about to take it.
"Don't touch that!" snapped Zi.
"Why?" sneered George. "It's in my house, and you're not holding it."
In two long strides, Zi crossed the room to where his sword lay, and blocked George with his arm. 'I won't be so foolish next time...how could I just leave it there? My father's sword...our family crest is on it...they would know all...' There was obvious surprise on George's face, at his quick movement.
"I don't care about your dumb sword! I could defeat you any day of the week, with my own sword!" George boasted.
"Do you want to fight me?" Zi asked quietly. 'Why did I just say that? It wouldn't be any contest! '
"Prepare to be conquered!" crowed Nevis's brother.
Zi looked away, a small smile on his face. Looking at the rest of the family, Zi noticed their faces were grim. 'Do they think that George can actually win? '
"The food is ready!" Nevis's mother said, almost too cheerily.
It was a somber meal. The contest held an overlying atmosphere over the group. 'I wonder if this happens a lot? They don't seem very surprised.' Afterwards, George left to get himself ready. Zi stayed inside the main room of the cottage. He took his sword and shield and began to practice. He was a little rusty, but the fundamentals he had learned as a child were still there. It was only the special moves that he and his friends had invented that were somewhat unpracticed. They hadn't been allowed to use them in tournaments at the castle, and he hadn't used his sword much when traveling. 'The castle...It was wrong, what happened to us! I don't even get to go visit my friends! '
As he was preparing, Nevis came up to him.
"Zi? You have to be careful..."
A hearty laugh erupted from his mouth. 'It feels good to laugh like that again...'
"What, you don't believe in me?" His blue eyes looked amusedly down into her green ones.
"No..." she said slowly. "Only, my brother can tend to get angry if...when he gets beaten. He might try to do something...dangerous to you."
Startled, Zi stared at the girl. "Like what?"
Nevis looked back unhappily. "He's won a few, and he is pretty good I suppose. But you're obviously trained, and...he might try to get you back...by cheating..."
Zi's eyebrows rose. "In the fight?"
She nodded. "Maybe...or it could be afterwards."
"I wasn't planning to stay very long anyway. I'll just leave tomorrow."
Nevis looked down at the floor sadly. "You have to come back and visit..."
A slow smile slid across his face. "Okay. And I'll be careful, don't worry."
She walked away, her small shoulders slumped.
"You ready?" George had poked his head into the cottage, looking at him mockingly. Zi ignored it, and taking a deep breath-which George noticed, and sniggered at, taking it as a sign of weakness-walked straight out of the room, his sword and shield in hand.
Note: This is my first attempt at a fic. Hope you like it!
The title's not that interesting. I couldn't think of anything. Zi is my
own character. And some of the places are invented.
Prologue
It is coming...
The inevitable...
There is no simple way to stop it...
The coming evil...
Alone, the four are useless...
Together, they shall defeat the evil...
And peace shall reign again in Hyrule...
Chapter I:The Cottage
A yell awoke him from his peaceful slumber under the pine tree. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was big green eyes peering right into his face.
"Ahhhhh!!!" He had nearly drawn his sword when he realized it was only a child.
"I scared ya, didn't I mister?" giggled the small girl.
"Uh...yeah, I guess so," the young man answered nervously. He was still a little shaken up.
"My daddy wants to know, if ya want to have dinner with us. 'Cuz I saw you when I was playing, and you looked lonely."
"Where do you live?"
"Over there," the girl pointed to a small village nestled amongst the trees.
"I didn't know I was so close...or else I would have gone inside and slept somewhere more comfortable," the man said, more to himself than the girl.
"The trees can be hard," the girl agreed.
Stretching his arms, he got up, gathered his things, and started walking toward the village. The girl skipped alongside him.
"What's your name?"
He glanced at her, and figured there was no reason to worry with the child. 'But the parents...? Better to be safe then regret it later...'
"I'm...Zi...of Hyrule," he said after a pause.
"Oh..." A big smile spread across the little girl's face. "I'm Nevis of Hyrule Town."
'A town?? It doesn't even look big enough to be a town! '
"Oh."
Pulling his hand, the girl led him to a cottage on the eastern side of the town. A man and woman were standing outside.
"This is my mommy and daddy. This is Zi," the girl introduced them.
"Hello Zi. I see my daughter has dragged in another stranger. Although the last one she brought in wasn't as tall as you," the mother smiled kindly at him, obviously implying the small puppy she held in her arms. She led the way into the cottage. Zi placed his equipment in a corner, and sat in a chair opposite of his things, where he could keep an eye on them.
"Nevis, go get your brother," her father ordered. She ran out of the room obediently.
'Where could I go after this? What do I do? I can't work with much of anything...And I can't go back...no, I would never go back! ' His thoughts wandered frantically.
"Zi?"
The young man didn't answer.
"Zi?" Nevis's mother said again, louder this time.
He looked up, surprised.
"Where are you from?"
He blinked, not seeming to understand the question. His mind was thinking frantically, for a name, any name.
"Juniper..." 'Juniper?? ' "...Town," he heard his voice reply.
"Juniper Town? I've never heard of the place," Nevis's father put in.
"It's a pretty small town. Barely big enough to be one." 'Hope that takes care of things.'
At that moment, Nevis returned, with a blond haired, surly-looking youth in tow. 'This is her brother? I see some big differences.' Nevis's brother was probably a few years younger than Zi himself. He was clothed in a dark red tunic and black boots, compared to his sister who wore a sky blue dress and a white apron.
Her brother examined Zi suspiciously.
"Who're you?"
"Zi," answered the older boy coolly.
Nevis quickly interrupted. "This is my brother, George."
Zi held out his hand to shake. The other boy ignored it. He had the air of one who didn't care about anything or anyone.
Spotting Zi's sword in the corner, he was about to take it.
"Don't touch that!" snapped Zi.
"Why?" sneered George. "It's in my house, and you're not holding it."
In two long strides, Zi crossed the room to where his sword lay, and blocked George with his arm. 'I won't be so foolish next time...how could I just leave it there? My father's sword...our family crest is on it...they would know all...' There was obvious surprise on George's face, at his quick movement.
"I don't care about your dumb sword! I could defeat you any day of the week, with my own sword!" George boasted.
"Do you want to fight me?" Zi asked quietly. 'Why did I just say that? It wouldn't be any contest! '
"Prepare to be conquered!" crowed Nevis's brother.
Zi looked away, a small smile on his face. Looking at the rest of the family, Zi noticed their faces were grim. 'Do they think that George can actually win? '
"The food is ready!" Nevis's mother said, almost too cheerily.
It was a somber meal. The contest held an overlying atmosphere over the group. 'I wonder if this happens a lot? They don't seem very surprised.' Afterwards, George left to get himself ready. Zi stayed inside the main room of the cottage. He took his sword and shield and began to practice. He was a little rusty, but the fundamentals he had learned as a child were still there. It was only the special moves that he and his friends had invented that were somewhat unpracticed. They hadn't been allowed to use them in tournaments at the castle, and he hadn't used his sword much when traveling. 'The castle...It was wrong, what happened to us! I don't even get to go visit my friends! '
As he was preparing, Nevis came up to him.
"Zi? You have to be careful..."
A hearty laugh erupted from his mouth. 'It feels good to laugh like that again...'
"What, you don't believe in me?" His blue eyes looked amusedly down into her green ones.
"No..." she said slowly. "Only, my brother can tend to get angry if...when he gets beaten. He might try to do something...dangerous to you."
Startled, Zi stared at the girl. "Like what?"
Nevis looked back unhappily. "He's won a few, and he is pretty good I suppose. But you're obviously trained, and...he might try to get you back...by cheating..."
Zi's eyebrows rose. "In the fight?"
She nodded. "Maybe...or it could be afterwards."
"I wasn't planning to stay very long anyway. I'll just leave tomorrow."
Nevis looked down at the floor sadly. "You have to come back and visit..."
A slow smile slid across his face. "Okay. And I'll be careful, don't worry."
She walked away, her small shoulders slumped.
"You ready?" George had poked his head into the cottage, looking at him mockingly. Zi ignored it, and taking a deep breath-which George noticed, and sniggered at, taking it as a sign of weakness-walked straight out of the room, his sword and shield in hand.