Link lay on the parched grass of Hyrule Field, the past day's events still swirling in his mind. Where to start... He had at last gotten a fairy partner, slain a demonic beast, witnessed the death of a god, left his only home, met the princess of Hyrule, and set off on a quest he didn't want any part of.
He sighed, clutching the tiny orange ocarina given to him by his only friend. He began to think of what lay ahead of him.
Death Mountain was to the east, and Zora's Domain to the south. Apparently he was to go to each place and retrieve the great artifacts that lay within, the "Spiritual Stones".
He sighed again, entertaining the thought of just giving the stone of the forest to Zelda, and telling her to find someone else to retrieve the other two.
He smiled slightly at the prospect of being able to return to the forest, but he knew he couldn't. He had been told by the Great Deku Tree himself to meet the princess.
After multiple painful attempts to enter the castle, only to be thrown out by it's guards, he managed to sneak in. He met the Princess Zelda, as the Deku Tree had asked of him, and she told him he's some sort of great hero. And what great task fell before this "Hero"? He needed to obtain the Spiritual Stones in order to put a stop to, from what little Link could gather, some corrupt politician. Before he could object, he was again sent out of the castle...
This, to Link, made about as much sense as anything else to have happened in the last day: none. The world outside of the forest made his head hurt, anger and frustration only beginning to describe what he felt.
Trying to find something else to think of, he looked back down to the ocarina, his thoughts returning to his friend, Saria. He had left her without a proper goodbye… Rather, she had said goodbye to him, given him her most cherished possession, and he ran away from her without saying a word.
A weight of guilt now hit his shoulders; he had run to avoid a long, no doubt painful goodbye. What he now felt was worse...
She must hate me for that...
He felt sick to his stomach, his mind repeatedly playing the moment in his head, his frustration with his so-called destiny being replaced by frustration with himself.
He frowned. It wasn't doing him any good, but his mind continued to explore every painful detail of that moment. He tried to shake it off, knowing that he couldn't change what had already happened.
He looked to Death Mountain, and began walking towards it in hopes of getting the thoughts out of his mind.
A.N. :
I must sincerely thank each of the reviewers to have thus far provided their thoughts... As well as apologize for the slow-going of my little "Updates". I originally had four chapters written for this fic, what seems like ages ago, three of which were actually posted. Having gained a small amount of taste over the years, however, I am down to two; one of which I meant to remove from the site for a bit of polishing.
In my stupidity, however, it never was, so this update probably comes off as cheap. :(
But don't think this is all I've done so far: this is just what I'm comfortable enough to show. It's rather slow going, and I doubt I'll ever be entirely satisfied with what I can put down, but chapter three is coming. Eventually.