Here we go with part four! No more updates on this story until nest Wednesday, unfortunately.
Ta, everyone!
-KC

Part 4:

The Truth, and all the Awkward Feelings that come with it.

(Same Day)

Kaity felt very alone at her house. It was nearly empty except for her cat. She sat on the couch and devised a plan to find out who this kid was (if he was really Link) and why the heck he was here.

Minutes passed, and Kaity had developed a good plan, along with several other okay ones, as backup. Feeling satisfied with that, Kaity took out her dad's laptop and Googled the word 'scribbler'. Before she could press search, the doorbell rang. She ignored it, thinking it could just be some one who's selling stuff, and clicked search. Not a minute later, the doorbell rang rapidly. Kaity looked at the still loading screen. All the while, the doorbell screamed.

"Okay, I'm comin'!" Kaity yelled at the person who rang the bell. The ringing stopped, and Kaity opened the door.

"Oh, my gosh." Kaity whispered. A young man stood in her doorway, with crystal blue eyes, and long blonde hair that fell perfectly in his face. He wore a green tunic, brown gloves, brown boots, and a long green hat, the whole getup. The hilt of a sword poked out above his left shoulder, while half of a shield showed beneath his right arm. Kaity swayed back and forth to check his ears. Yep, long ears, like an elf. Each was pierced with a blue earring.

"Are you Kaity? The scribbler?" He asked.

Kaity shook her head, holding the door for support. Then she reminded herself that he asked a question.

"Yes," Kaity answered slowly, contradicting her shaking head. Link bowed as if he was before a princess.

"I am Link, Hero of Time, asking for your help, Kaity."

'Oh, goodness… Well, at least I know it's him,' she thought. "Um, sure, anytime." Kaity said, and opened the door wider. "Come on in."

Link stayed quietly in the kitchen while Kaity panicked. She paced her living room floor, unconscious to the fact that Link had just walked in the room and leaned against one of the walls.

"What are you doing?" he asked. His voice seemed to have set off her paranoia.

"I sorry, but this just can't be real! You're not real! You're just a fictional character!" she exclaimed, and then silently reminded herself, 'Of course, so was Ganon, and he knew my name! This just keeps getting stranger and stranger.'

Link said nothing, he just watched the frantic girl pace her living room floor, waiting for her to realize this was much more than a dream.

The pacing went on, and Kaity started to mutter, "This is all a dream, all a dream."

Link watched her silently, his blue eyes following her dark bouncing curls. He still leaned against the wall, waiting for Kaity to get dizzy from her constant pacing.

Midna, a princess that was cursed and made no taller than a little girl, with bright orange hair, and orange-red eyes shining out against her dark patterned skin, emerged from Link's shadow.

(Is she still trying to persuade herself that we're not real?)

"Mmhm," Link hummed absent-mindedly, still watching Kaity. Midna examined her dark hand and said loudly

(Anytime you'd like some answers, we're right here, Kaity.)

Kaity stopped dead in her tracks. She turned to stare at Midna, and sat down on the couch. Her hands wrung around each other. "Okay," Kaity began, "But I ask the questions."

"Fair enough. Shoot." Link said.

"All right. For starters, how are you here? How did you just pop out of nowhere?"

"We've been here, in your world, for awhile. We, meaning Midna, Ganon, and I, were all pulled out of a story by some odd force."

(A longing,) Midna added, (for something new, perhaps.)

"A, story, you say?" Kaity asked. Her mind wandered to the story she was writing that contained the three characters she was encountering.

(Since stories are written by people, we decided to do a search of scribblers in this world.

There were many scribblers here, but no stories fit our own.)

"That is," Link said, smiling "until we found you." He got off the wall and sat down in a chair across from Kaity, stretching his legs out.

(Unfortunately, Ganon got to you first, and well, put a curse on you.) Midna looked uncaring, but Kaity sensed that she didn't want anything happening to the author of the story she wished to get back to.

"What kind of curse?" Kaity asked.

"If you can't send us back into the story, you'll turn into one of your own characters, and be forever stuck in the story – while we are trapped here, in your world." Link looked sad, as did Midna. It seemed to Kaity they had heard this odd fate before, like they were told of what may happen before she even knew they were here.

Kaity said nothing for a few moments. She was trying to sort out everything. Scribblers must be authors, and she must be their author. But what exactly made them think she could reverse the effects?

(You know,) Midna began sadly. (We haven't been in the story all that long, so we don't know how it ends.) She looked down, picking imaginary lint off the couch. Link avoided Kaity's eyes.

There was another awkward silence, when Link suddenly blurted out, "Kaity, you're writing our story, so I just want to know… Does Kayre ever turn back into a human?"

Kaity looked up. Link's eyes longed for a 'yes', yet it seemed he dreaded the answer. How strange it was to her, to see this character break on a simple yes, or no.

Kaity already had it in her mind that she would allow the fairy, Kayre, to live the rest of her life as a human, but she wasn't going to tell. Not yet. "I think…"

Link and Midna held their breath.

"…you'll have to see for yourself."

They exhaled, but were confused. Kaity looked at them both with kindness, the kindness one would show to a child who does not yet comprehend a certain subject.

(How?) Midna asked.

"Well, I'm a scribbler, aren't I?" It felt weird for Kaity to use the word 'scribbler.' "I have a plan, trust me."