Just to warn you beforehand, this is an angsty chapter. If it were a movie, then it would be PG-13. On here, I'd give a T or T+. Okay?
Kuro Shi no Ku Yume
CHAPTER ONE:
FLAME
Link gazed out the window of his family's hutch into the seemingly endless ocean. Sighing, he spooned up what was left of his soup. Ever since he had to part ways with Tetra, Link had become a completely different person. Gone was the happy, youthful, bright-eyed fourteen year old. He seemed like an empty shell—dull eyes, little interaction, and certainly no wasting of words. Despite his honorable title as a Hero, Link sure as hell didn't feel like one.
He took a final slurp of his Elixir Soup, and got up from the table bringing his bowl to the sink. He smiled slightly. "Hey, thank you Grandma. The soup was delicious!" He rubbed his stomach for emphasis. Link put on a rather embarrassed face. "Um…Can you please make it again tomorrow night? I'll help," he said kind of sheepishly. Link moved from his position at the sink to one at the door.
She smiled warmly and refilled Aryll's drink. "I'd be happy to, Sweetie." Link's grandma then took notice of Link's position at the door. "Hm? Where are you going, Link?"
"Oh, I'm just going for a little walk. I'll be back soon, Grandma," he said with his emerald eyes brightening a little. "Just to clear my head."
Link was an enigma to her at the moment. Why was he acting normal one second, then he'd go back into his recent apathy mode…? She shook the thought off. "Alright, sweetie. But don't stay out too long. It's getting late," the grandma said with a hint of concern in her voice.
The boy nodded in agreement and stepped out onto the porch of the house. He continued down the sidewalk until he reached the sand of the beach. Link sat himself down onto one of the three rocks, watching the waves roll in with foam. The wind picked up, blowing his blond hair even more out of place. Dark clouds moved in, resulting in the moon being hidden. The waves crashed even louder on the shore.
Reflects my mood perfectly. Link's eyes narrowed as he sighed. Tetra, why did you have to leave? I loved you, but you were too ignorant to notice…I wish I could see you again—you were my best friend, but like everything else that was good for me, you left. Why, Tetra, why did you leave me here? I thought that we were starting to have something, but I guess my hopes have gone unnoticed by the Goddesses yet again. He sat there in thought, wishing things were different. He wanted to be with that pirate girl again, the one that transformed him from a shy islander into a good friend and a hero. Link's heart felt heavy as he decided to turn back to his house.
He felt a salty tear roll down his cheek as he climbed into the top bunk. Link pulled the warm covers over his head and wept in utter silence. He finally managed to cry himself to sleep, and let unconsciousness take him. Though Link was unaware of this, his Grandma saw him crying. Sympathy washed over her. Link…
Warm light flooded through the window and onto Link's salty face. He sat up and wiped his eyes wearily. The boy smoothed out the covers and jumped to the floor. To his surprise, neither his Grandma nor little sister was occupying the hut. He pulled on his green tunic and closed the door behind him.
Link gasped at the sight before him. Smoke. The light that woke him up earlier wasn't sunlight—it was fire. Why the hell didn't I wake up sooner?! The other side of outset island was covered in orange flames and billowing clouds of soot were rising up into the cloudy sky. Link's ears perked up when a roaring sound (that even suppressed the fire's fury) caught his attention. To Link's advantage, huge drops of rain started to pour onto the wall of fire.
After a few minutes the flames died down, leaving several burnt huts and destroyed foliage. But the thing that stood out the most was something that was burned into Link's memory forever. When the majority of the smoke cleared, he could make out what looked to be…skeletons. Link's heart skipped a beat when he took a double take.
Sprawled across the grass were Link's friends; all charred and dead. But the two bodies that stuck out the most were…
Link made a muffled yelp as he dashed across the half-burnt bridge connecting the two halves of the island. He twisted his ankle as he ran, but didn't care. He kept running until his legs gave out from underneath him and he fell with a thud onto the charred grass. Link didn't know whether it was from the pure shock of seeing your only family turned into firewood, or the fact that he inhaled so much smoke, but black spots appeared in front of his eyes. He soon met with unconsciousness; or was he dead? At that moment he honestly didn't give a damn.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yeah, I know this is a short chapter. Sorry—I was tired! I know I said this last time, but the next chapter will be longer. Promise! This is kind of a dark chapter, and there will be some more angsty ones…. Whoops, I forgot to do the DISCLAIMER! I do not own The Legend of Zelda, Wind Waker, Link, etc. I DO OWN the story title as it is based off of MY poem. So there.
