Hello! It's now time for Chapter 1, starring the lovely Zelda. Beta-read by the awesome LeilaEditer. Awesome. It was so awesome, I had to say awesome five times in this small paragraph. Awesome.
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Chapter 1 (The Maiden)
"Wake up Zellie! Come out from under the sheets! You have to take me to school!" My eight-year-old sister shook the bed ferociously, desperately trying to rid me from my drowsy state-of-mind.
"Just a minute, Diana!" I roared, getting annoyed by the little girl's disruptive antics. "Besides, can't Mom or Jon drive you there?"
"Jon already left, and Mommy went to the supermarket! That's why you have to take me, Zelda!" Diana whined, her short brunette curls bouncing up and down like springs.
"Fine! Go get dressed and eat something!" I commanded, rising from the warm mattress.
My long, golden hair, the color of daffodils, making it a point of ridicule since kindergarten, fell into my grey eyes as I dragged myself towards the immaculately white curtains falling over my window. I stood there for a minute, letting the sun's gentle warmth fall upon my skin like a blanket fresh out of the dryer. Pivoting on my sock-covered heel, I walked over to the rustic, white wooden doors that composed my closet. After deciding on a large blue t-shirt and jeans, I tied my hair into its usual low ponytail with a black elastic.
Up the narrow hallway and down the dark pine stairs, Diana was sitting peacefully at the kitchen table, munching on some cereal.
"How do you eat that stuff? It's as hard as a rock!" I motioned towards the box of Goron Crunch sitting upon the oak table. "No pun intended!"
Diana only chuckled. I pulled my own personal cereal, Granolers, down from the cabinet and poured it into a bowl that Diana had already filled with soy milk.
"What time do you have to be there?" I inquired, my face filled with the lactose-intolerant-friendly milk and hard granola clusters.
"Seven-twenty!" Diana yelled, a pinch of anger hidden in her voice. She might look sweet, but the smallest things could get her angrier than the devil himself. If Diana hated anything more than the heat of Eldin Province, she absolutely abhorred even the mere thought of being late for anything.
"That's in ten minutes!" I glanced at the clock, spitting out the milk substitute. The short, straight bangs that seemed to have been plastered on my scalp for the past five minutes finally fell into their correct place on my forehead as I leaped for my bookbag. Pulling the thin straps of the heavy sack over my shoulders, I dragged Diana out the front door and down the sidewalk. Her arm stayed connected to mine despite that I was running as fast as I could.
Once we passed our shady, tree-filled lot, the large mountain in the distance became clear. Technically, it is called Mt. Eldin, but historians and scientists say that in the distant past, it was once an active volcano named, of course, Eldin Volcano. Many centuries later, after human inhabitation of the area, locals nicknamed it Death Mountain because whoever went up to its peak would have never been seen again. The volcano provided the extremely fertile soil we have in Eldin Province today, which is why Eldin Province is called the "agricultural capital of Hyrule" by many of our citizens. Nowadays, the summit of the ancient (and dormant) volcano is covered in snow and ice, and is surrounded by fields of crops and wildflowers. How cheerful.
As I was pulling Diana behind me, a gold sedan stopped right next to us. The back window rolled down. Instictivly, I pulled Diana away from the road.
"Do you Harlons need a ride?" A familiar voice asked. A girl with thick red hair spilling out from a high ponytail stepped out, her bony arms holding the door open.
"Malon?" I asked in shock.
"Yup, it's me!" She smiled. I ran over and gave her a hug.
"I thought you moved! Where have you been?" I interrogated as I pushed Diana into the car. I buckled into the middle seat with Diana on my left, my bulky bookbag in my lap, and my best friend on my right.
"We had to go all the way down to Mabe to get Marin and my uncle. They lost their house in a fire," Malon began slowly. "When we got back, my other uncle wasn't taking very good care of our horses. I had to fix all of the horse problems, and by myself, too! YOU GOOD-FOR-NOTHING COUSIN!" Malon shouted, wagging her finger at the seat in front of her.
"Oh, really? All you do is talk about those darn creatures! At least I live productively!" The girl in the front seat, who had the same shade of red hair and the same ponytail, turned around and pushed her bangs out of her eyes.
"Doing what? Singing at the pond?" Malon's face turned crimson.
"Mr. Thomas, aren't you going to do something?" I whispered to the corpulent, mustachioed man driving the car as Marin and Malon continued to bicker.
"I've tried, Miss Zelda. I've tried," Mr. Thomas sighed, keeping his tired eyes focused on the road.
In less than five minutes, we were already at the schools. Diana's elementary school was in the front, and my middle school was a three minute walk behind it.
"I'll take the little girl, Malon, since I'm more caring and responsible!" Marin took her hand in Diana's and began walking toward Potentia Elementary School. Her yellow sundress fluttered in the wind like a kite. Diana looked back at me with a terrified expression on her face. I wouldn't have blamed her.
Malon and I began to walk towards Mountain Gorge Middle School. I could see other students coming; some on buses, many in cars, a few on bikes, most walking, and one even on a horse. Everybody, even me and my nerd friends, was super excited that in less than forty-eight hours, summertime would officially begin.
"Are you excited for tonight, Zelon?" Malon teased, calling me by the nickname she gave me when we met in preschool. I wanted to have a "-lon" first name like her, so she started calling me Zelon.
"For the graduation?" I questioned. Malon nodded, her ponytail bobbing and bouncing like an apple in hot water. "No. I don't think it's fair that Principal Cole is making everybody dress up for tonight. I mean, isn't it just going from eighth grade up to ninth grade?"
"I hear you. We had to get Marin to make me a dress down in Mabe. It's been a pain in the neck!" Malon remarked.
"Hello, Earthlings," My other best friend walked up. She, a foreign exchange student, was going to stay here for five years.
"Hi, Midna," I drawled. She laughed, cocking her head at me, as if to ask a question. "What?"
"Why do you always do that every time you greet me?" She smoothed down the black veil she always wore on her head, and then the black dress. "You know, 'Hiiiiiiii Miiiiidnaaaaa...'" She mocked.
"I don't know. Why do you have yellow scleras?" I countered.
"Excuse me?"
"It's the white part of the eye, or in your case, yellow part."
"Okay, Zel, we both know that you are smart," Malon started.
"Since day one!" I interrupted. Malon glared at me.
"But that doesn't mean you can use fancy words like 'sclera', okay?" She finished. I pulled open one of the stupid, five-hundred pound glass doors leading into the atrium of the school. Malon and Midna waved goodbye to me as I stepped into my homeroom, Dr. Owlan's classroom.
"Hi, Zelda!" Orielle and Karane declared, waving to me excitingly as I set my heavy bookbag on the floor next to all the others.
"Guess what we're doing!" Orielle jogged over, her long, brunette braids shifting as she ran. Karane soon followed with her short, copper locks sticking out from underneath the olive green beanie she adored obsessively. These two were also some of my greatest friends, as we all met in kindergarten.
"We get to watch a movie for the entire day!" Karane's emerald eyes looked like they had been set ablaze with happiness.
"Cool! What's it about?" I asked, sitting on the floor with the other students.
"Dr. Owlan won't tell us," Orielle whimpered.
"Hiya!" Kina poked my back. Jumping slightly, I turned around. Her black hair was cut short, almost near her shoulders. She sat down between Karane and I.
"Apparently, we're watching a movie, but Dr. Owlan won't tell us what it is about," I explained. A concerned look spread across Kina's eyes.
"I'll go ask him," Kina paced over to the black desk sitting at the side of the room. In about a minute, she came back with a huge grin on plastered on her face.
"What is it about?" Karane asked.
"It's about the Ancient Goddesses and the Hero of Time!" Kina giggled.
"Aw, really? I was hoping for it to be about the Sky Era. That story is my favorite," Orielle sighed.
"Well, it's not like any of those stories really matter anyways. Nobody believes in the Ancient Goddesses anymore," I stated.
"Yup. Seriously, those people who believed in the goddesses were always stirring up trouble, trying to protect that Trident-thingy!" Karane justified.
"Triforce!" Kina corrected.
"They didn't even have Christmas!" Orielle admitted.
"They believed in only those stupid goddesses! Its like they had nothing else better to do!" I cringed. The three girls nodded in unison. Nowadays, believing in any sort of religion is considered almost laughable. Even the royal family is officially atheist.
"Okay, kids!" Dr. Owlan cleared his throat. "We're going to start the first half of the movie, then we will bring lunch in here, and then we'll watch the second half. You know the drill, little ninth-graders! No talking during the movie, m'kay?" He took a silver remote and turned on the VCR player. After a couple of static flashes, a title screen appeared.
"Pipit! Turn off the lights!" Dr. Owlan pointed to a pale boy with freckles and messy brown hair. Pipit got up to turn off the florescent lights shining down from the ceiling. The room was pitch black, all except for the bright projector screen displaying a historically-accurate moving picture.
In large, white Times New Roman letters, the words Sages of the Sword flashed on the screen.
Great, I thought. It was made in the forties.
A cheery song began to play in the background. After a long set of beginning credits, the movie finally began. It started out with a little boy wearing a green... well... it looked like a dress. He reminded me a lot of somebody from my elementary school years, but I couldn't quite grasp the name. Lynn, maybe? I sure hope his name wasn't Lynn. Maybe that's why he moved.
I kind of zoned out a lot during the first few scenes, but then the boy arrived in a small, marble courtyard.
"How did you get past the guards?" A young girl asked. Her head was turned towards a window, and covered by a white veil.
"I dunno," The boy replied quietly.
"I had this dream, and I saw a young boy in it. He was clad in green. Do you know of one who-" The girl turned around and gasped. People started laughing. The girl looked just like me, only about five years younger. Almost a carbon copy!
"You are the one in my dream!" She shrieked. If she says her name is Z- "My name is Princess Zelda!"
The laughter got even harder. It was a good thing it was extremely dark. Nobody could see my beet-red, embarrassed face. I couldn't even look up at the screen anymore.
It's been this way my whole life. I look a little bit like our nation's princess, and no one will give me a break about it. The best part? My parents just had to name me Zelda, the same name given to every girl born into the royal family since the seventh century. How nice of them.
I stuck my head further into my hands. It was going to be a long day.
In six hours, I was on my extensive bus ride back home. We have to wind through a couple of farms, an apartment complex, and two neighborhoods before the bus gets me to my stop. Usually, it is very relaxing. When the windows are open, it produces a nice breeze that really cools things off. I also get a great view of Mt. Eldin along the way.
The bus finally yielded at my house, the final stop, where my mother was standing, ready to greet me. She was a petite, middle-aged woman with short blonde hair forever pulled up into a ponytail.
"Hey, Zels! How was school today? Are you excited for the graduation tonight?" Mom started ushering me to the front door. I stepped in and threw my bookbag on the floor. She held my hand, leading me through the foyer, living room, kitchen, hallway, and up the stairs. "Close your eyes, Zelda! I got you a surprise!" She revealed, excitement evident in her voice. Doing what I was told, I shut my eyes. We walked for a bit longer before stopping.
"Open your eyes!" Mom commanded. A sleeveless, high-collared, navy dress was sitting on my bed. From the looks of it, the dress appeared to maybe fall to about my knees. It had at least forty silver buttons going down the front. I didn't like dresses, but Principal Cole was requiring all girls to wear one. It looked high quality, and a dress that I would definitely wear if I was being forced to.
"Pipit's mother, Mallara, made it from scratch. I know you hate dresses, but I saw this pattern at Hy-Mart and knew you would be okay with it," Mom explained.
"It's really nice!" I replied.
"Well, get dressed, dear! We have to leave in fifteen minutes! Oh, and afterwards, we're going to that pizza place with the Sannons, the Thomases, the Gentrys, the Forners, and the Declans, high-schooler!" Mom left the room with a spring in her step. I shut the door behind her. After undressing, I put on a pair of cargo shorts to wear under the dress. I unbuttoned the dress and slid it over my shoulders.
After rebuttoning, I took out my ponytail. Keeping the hair down would have been too formal. After all, it's just a graduation ceremony. It's not like I'm getting a gold medal at the Olympics or anything. I decided to braid my hair. When I was finished, I tied it off with a small, white, satin ribbon.
As for shoes, I rummaged through my closet and found a pair of black Mary-Janes that I never knew I had owned.
My sixteen-year-old brother, Jonathon, knocked softly on the door. His short, tousled brown hair that I always used to laugh at when I was younger was now combed neatly on his head. The scariest part? He looked clean. Actually clean.
"Did you take a shower today?" I joked. Jon was always outside in the dirt, doing heaven knows what.
"Yes! I wouldn't be dirty for my little sister's graduation, now would I?" He laughed. "Anyways, everybody else is in the car. They're waiting for you."
"Okay! I'm coming!" I bolted out of my bedroom and down the stairs as Jon followed me.
"Did you get your anti-allergy stuff?" He asked, holding up a small red pouch containing my epinephrine injection syringes. I snatched the container from him. We headed to the garage.
The garage door was wide open, and Mom was sitting in the driver's seat. The bright headlights filled the small, two-car room with light as she backed out into the driveway. My father, a large, bald man with a rather strange unibrow and a rather ordinary mustache was sitting next to her, reading a book.
Jon and I walked out to the side door of the red minivan and opened it. Diana was sitting in the backseat, looking out the window. I plopped myself in a seat and fastened my seatbelt.
"Zelda, did you get your stuff? I don't want a repeat of that allergic reaction again!" Dad turned to look at me, pushing his glasses further up his nose.
"Daddy, I didn't know there were peanuts in it!" I retorted with a huff.
"It was a brownie!" Jon countered.
"I was four! How was I supposed to know they put peanuts in brownies?" I barked.
"How could you not kn-" Dad put his large hand in-between the two of us, interrupting Jon's argument.
"Enough. Zelda, do you have it or not?" Dad commanded.
"I have it."
"Thank you."
Mom pulled into the school's parking lot. We began walking towards the large, brick building. Looking behind me, I saw my parents trying to catch up with us.
"Zellie! Are you excited?" Diana asked.
"Of course!" I lied. I felt a small poke on my back that made me flinch.
"Heeellllloooooo, Zeeeellllldddaaaaa," I heard Midna drawl.
"Hiiiiiii, Miiiiiddddnnnaaaa," I tried to replicate.
"I guess I'll see you later at the ceremony!" Midna waved, still in the same black veil and gown as always, and began to run ahead to her host family, the Cannons. They were a small little family, consisting only of a husband, a wife, a child, and a toddler. Their son, Colin, used to play with my brother all the time before Jon's studies got too intense.
When we reached the door, a seventh-grader started handing out programs. Her nametag said Agitha.
"Hello, I'm Agitha. What's your last name?" She chirped politely. Mom and Dad had finally caught up to us as she spoke.
"Harlon, H-A-R-L-O-N," I asserted.
"And the name of your graduate?" She asked.
"Zelda Elizabeth."
"What a nice name!" She smiled. "Okay, I've circled your seats on this program. I hope you win lots of awards!" She handed me and my parents each a program printed on gold-colored cardstock. Our family walked into the school and into the left hallway. At the very end of it, we entered the cafeteria. Already many people were sitting inside. We took our seats that were, much to my dismay, in the front row, dead center. At least I wouldn't have much trouble getting up to the stage.
In about fifteen minutes, Principal Cole walked up to the stage. He was a squat, hefty man with bright red hair and a mustache.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen." His voice echoed into the microphone. "You may already know me, but for those of you who do not, I am Principal Robert Cole. I am tremendously proud of your children's stellar achievements this year. Whether it be sports, academics, arts, or extracurricular activities, your children have made Mountain Gorge Middle School a better place for everyone. In fact, in the five years this school has existed, this class of eighth-graders had the lowest number of bullying reports."
Principal Cole paused as the audience clapped joyfully. A satisfied grin spread across his face.
"I would like you to hear a word from one of our Gifted teachers, Dr. Owlan," Principal Cole went to sit in a large chair on the stage as my teacher lifted himself up from one. My teacher, Dr. Owlan, was a tall, thin man with long, light-grey hair, usually worn in a ponytail.
"Hello. This year was one of my best at this school. The students and I had so much fun, and they were so polite and cooperative. Each one of them was an angel, and you don't see that very often in middle school!" He chuckled, and so did the audience. "I truly wish that I could follow them up on their way to Potentia High School, but the county would not allow that," He paused. "Each one of them had their strengths and their weaknesses, but their strengths were ones that I could only dream of having in another class; a speedy mathematician capable of almost trisecting an angle, a committed historian dedicated to discovering our country's rich past, a writer that could weave the most vivid words into stories like a threadist weaving a colorful robe. I wish you all the best lives fate can give, my little ninth-graders. And if the Ancient Goddesses truly did exist, I wish for them to watch over you."
I was stunned by his thoughtful speech. Several other teachers followed him with their own monologues, but none were as great as his. As soon as all seven teachers had finished, Principal Cole returned to the microphone.
"Thank you, educators of this glorious school. Now we shall truly begin this graduation. From Mrs. Digann's class, Caleb Allen!" Caleb walked up to the stage, shook the hands of Mrs. Digann and Principal Cole, received a certificate, and sat back down after a few photos. It was like this for every student for all six classes before us. I saw both Midna and Malon get their certificates, and I clapped very hard for both of them.
"Take it away, Dr. Owlan!" Principal Cole stepped away from the microphone as Dr. Owlan took his place. My stomach began to do gymnastics.
"Okay. Jessica Bennerson! Stritch Bowen! Kinanna Declan!" Dr. Owlan called as Jessica, Stritch, and Kina took to the stage. However, they didn't go away once they received their certificates, they stayed. Focusing my mind on something else, I began to clap hard for my Oriental, pumpkin-loving best friend.
"Leila Eirian! Orielle Forners! Karane Gentry!" I clapped even harder as my other best friends walked up, despite the flips my stomach was performing.
"Zelda Harlon! Karl James! Harold Martin!" I stood up and walked meekly towards the stage. It could have been my imagination, but the clapping got louder. But why? All this for the daughter of Potentia High School's best math teacher? I was only my timid, unimportant self, why would I get all of this recognition?
I walked over to Dr. Owlan. He handed me a certificate, and I stood between Karane and Karl.
"Xavier Penney! Groose Powell! Mallica Rice!" The clapping got louder at the mention of Mallica's name.
"Pipit Sannon! Angela Tannerson! Fledge Verrian!"
"And lastly, Cawlin Wentley!" He paused, allowing Cawlin to receive his certificate. "Now, all of these students did exceptionally well, but we have two students that fulfilled the requirements for an Educator's Honor Award!" Dr. Owlan exclaimed, holding up two trophies. I could not see the fronts, but both were at least a foot tall and had gold apples at the tops. "Now, in order to receive an Educator's Honor Award, the student must have kept above a ninety-five average in an academic division; either Humanities, Language Arts and Social Studies, or Mathematics, Math and Science; for all three years at our middle school."
Orielle was really good at Language Arts, so it was most likely her winning the Humanities.
"The winner of the Educator's Honor Award in the Mathematics Division is-" Dr. Owlan paused, "Mallica Rice!" Mallica walked forward to Dr. Owlan's left. He handed her the trophy, and many people began to take her picture. The crowd was ecstatic.
"And also, the winner of the Educator's Honor Award in the Humanities Division is-" Dr. Owlan paused yet again. I was anticipating Orielle's achiement. My eyes were shut tight and my fists clenched hard until I heard the most shocking words of the day.
"Zelda Harlon!" My eyes burst open in shock as I began to walk forward to Dr. Owlan's right. I could feel my cheeks beginning to burn an uncomfortable maroon. The crowd went psychotic. I didn't even deserve this award, yet Dr. Owlan shoved the golden trophy into my frail arms. I thought back to my report cards over the years. The only things less that ninety-fives were in math...
A smile burst on my face. At least that explained the louder clapping. I could see my parents taking pictures and my siblings clapping like maniacs. Only in my wildest dreams would I have imagined myself standing here, getting enough applause to make my ears explode. Despite the volume, I was on something I wouldn't be able to remove for the next few days. I was on a success high.
I walked into Mountainside Pizza holding hands with Diana. Karane, Kina, Orielle, Malon, Marin, and Pipit were following us, and behind them were the rest of their families. Standing behind the counter was Candice, Jon's girlfriend. Her curly red hair was pulled up into a ponytail today.
"Hi, Zelda! Hi, Diana! How many people today?" She chimed, as alert as bird despite the late time of night. I began to count up in my head.
Let's see. We have our family, five. Add Orielle's to get seven, and Malon's makes it ten. Pipit's family and Kina's family made it fourteen, and Karane's huge family totaled it to twenty-one.
"Twenty-one."
Candice's face went from happy to confused.
"Well, we only have room for twenty-four, but okay. Each booth seats six." Candice pointed to the four booths behind her. When the rest of the family entered, the parents were motioned into one booth, the siblings into another. My friends and I filed into the last booth. I heard Mrs. Gentry ordering three large cheese pizzas. My excitement bubbled over. A grin was permanently etched on my face.
"Congrats, Zelda," Pipit commented. I nodded curtly as a thank you.
"Yeah, you totally deserved it, Zel!" Kina smiled.
"I'm so proud of you!" Karane congratulated.
"Thank you," I mumbled, trying to be modest.
A few minutes passed before Candice gave us our pizza.
"You are so ungrateful, Malon! Say thank you to her!" Marin scolded.
"Really? Me, ungrateful? Says the girl who has enough fabric back home to cover the entire province! That's a bit greedy, don't you think?" Malon scoffed.
"Whatever. I won't stand for this discrimination!" Marin got up and sat with the siblings. Karane let out a small chuckle.
We all dove for the warm pizza sitting in the center of the wooden table. I put a slice on my plate. Digging into the warm, cheesy goodness that was the best pizza in my small hometown of Potentia, a strange feeling engulfed my mind. However, once I had finished my meal, the feeling was gone.
As all the others were chatting outside, I sat in the car with Diana. She was playing a video game, completely separated from what was going outside of the dimly-lit van. Finally, my parents and brother got into the car after a conversation that seemed to last forever. I was tired, confused, and elated, all at the same time.
I was just going to rest my mind for a minute. I laid my head down upon the leather armrest of my seat.
Softly, I rubbed my eyes. Sunlight streamed through my window, no longer covered by a set of thin, starched white curtains. I was on my bed, still wearing the navy-colored dress from last night's graduation. Turning my head, I saw my trophy sitting atop my bookshelf. I cracked a slight smile.
After getting dressed and eating breakfast, the bus took me to school.
This is the last time, I thought. The very last time I will come here on my own.
After getting off, the heat of late May slapped me in the face. Quickly, I shuffled through the crowds of sweaty middle schoolers and made it inside the air-conditioned building.
The day went by much faster than the day before. As it always had been for the last week, we watched another movie. However, the movie was finished long before the day was done.
"Okay, kids! We are going to do yearbook signings in the gym! Make sure you have a pen and your yearbook!" Dr. Owlan declared. All sixteen students in our room lunged for their bookbags. I shuffled through mine and found a pen. My yearbook was sitting in my bookbag, still wrapped in plastic from when I got it. I didn't remember even putting it in there!
Thanks, Mom.
Our class filed into a line and walked down into the gym. All grade levels were in there, chatting and signing empty pages alongside their friends. I felt a slight tug on my sleeve.
"Hi, Zelda! It's me, from last night! Would you sign my yearbook?" Agitha asked, her blonde pigtails bobbing with excitement. Even though she was a seventh grader, she looked and talked much younger than her age.
"Sure!" I paused. "Wait, how old are you?"
"I'm eleven. I skipped first grade and kindergarten," She mumbled, slightly embarrassed.
"Wow! You must be really smart!" A smile grew on Agitha's face.
"Thank you!" She spoke softly.
I wrote a little message on one of the blank pages of her book and handed it back to her. When she read it, an even bigger smile erupted on her face.
"You're really nice! Thank you so much!" She exclaimed, skipping back to the seventh grade group. A grin took over my face, too.
"Heeellllooooo, Zeeeellllddaaa."
"Hiiiiiii, Miiiidddnnnaaa."
I shoved my book in front of her and took hers out of her arms. I flipped to another blank page and wrote Hiiiiiii, Miiiiiiiidddddnnnnnaaaa in large letters. We switched books back and I walked over to Malon and Marin.
"Would you two sign my book?" The two redheads gave their books to me as I handed them mine. They signed it without a word being spoken, and then walked away.
"That was weird," I mumbled to myself.
Dr. Owlan led us back up to the classroom.
"You all heard my speech last night, correct?" He asked, the room silent as every student nodded their heads, including me. "I wish for you all to have the most successful lives possible. You have been my best students in all the twenty years I have been teaching. And, as I said last night, if the Ancient Goddesses really do exist, I wish for them to watch over, guide, and protect you. Good luck in high school, little ninth-graders."
Dr. Owlan opened the door. We left the classroom and towards the buses waiting outside the atrium.
The heavy glass doors I had hated for three years were no longer heavy. The scowls of the teachers assigned to bus duty were replaced by welcoming smiles. It seemed as if everything that had been horribly wrong for three entire years was now fixed, right as I walked back into the scalding heat of an early Eldin Province summer.
I would miss this place.
Dramatic ending! Da dun duh!
Zelda's last name is a tribute to Harlan Twible, a man who survived the sinking of the U.S.S. Indianapolis in 1945. I love WWII stuff! I'm sure he'd love to be commemorated through a Zelda fanfiction (Kappa?). Oh, and Zelda's graduation dress was based off of one at Coldwater Creek, and Midna is dressed like a Muslim, just FYI, and not trying to be offensive. This chapter was kind of boring, but Chapter 2 has some EPIC action in it!
I hope you enjoyed it! Chapter 2 will be coming soon!
-Ani
Published May 10, 2012.