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To Pikatwins234: Thank you for reviewing! And yes, the pain is very real.
To Roxygirl: kk, I'll try to stick to one point of view, but definitely not third person... 'Cuz I very much suck at that P.O.V. Thanks for the suggestions!
So this chapter may or may not seem rushed, 'cuz I kind of want to get to the more interesting parts.
Disclaimer: I'm not that awesome.
Ch9: Meeting
—) Samantha's P.O.V. (—
A few uneventful days pass. I could feel my strength return as each day passes.
One day, I had asked Rusl about constellations. He told me he had a book of constellations.
Of course, I grew excited and asked to borrow it, which was answered with the book handed to me.
The cover of the book is black, golden designs along the front. The book is actually the size of a medium-sized novel.
A lot of constellations, I'm guessing.
I immediately rush to the platform where Link and I had sat, looking at the stars.
When I sat down and opened the book, I didn't expect what I saw.
The book was in Hylian.
So here I am now, trying to decipher this foreign language, my eyes squinted and nose scrunched up.
Have I made any progress you ask?
Nope.
"You need help there, Samantha?" A voice below speaks out. I don't need to look to know who it is.
"Hey, Link," I say. "Yeah, I kind of need some help." He climbs the vines, arriving at my side. He sits down beside me, leaning closer to get a look at the book.
"Oh, you actually went to Rusl?" He asks, turning to look at me. I nod. "Oh, okay, what do you need help on?"
"Uh...well I can't exactly read Hylian so..." I say, trailing off.
"You can't?"
"Not a word."
"That might cause a problem."
"No dip, Sherlock," I mutter, flipping through the pages.
"What was that?"
"Nothing." I take a deep breath. I scratch the back of my right hand as I look at the pictures in the book. "You know how to read this right?"
"Most of the book seems to be written in Ancient Hylian, not modern Hylian." He states. "But I do know a little Ancient Hylian."
"Are they different languages? Or are the they dialects?"
"More of a dialect."
"Interesting," I say. "So can you read this for me?"
"Sure," he says. He shifts even closer, while I lift the book over to his side.
Once we are settled, I notice how close we are. Shoulders pressing together and knees touching. We are more or less smushed against one another.
I can't help but blush slightly.
Luckily, I have tan skin, so it doesn't show very well.
Link doesn't seem to notice either things. He reads the modern Hylian out loud, not pausing for a second.
He seems to be enjoying it. After all, being able to connect dots in the night sky is really cool. At least, in my opinion.
Eventually, I forgot about our position and listen to his words, making comments every now and then.
After about about thirty minutes of reading the book out loud, he stops.
"I think that's enough for now," he declares.
"Aww," I pout. "Why can't we read more?"
He gives a friendly smile. "Maybe later?"
"Ok, fine." I reply. Taking the book from his grasp. "But I'm taking this book with me."
"You really like it, don't you?" Link asks.
"Yep." I say, holding the book to my chest. "This is my new favorite book! Even if I can't read a single word from it!" We both chuckle, smiles on our faces.
We fall into another awkward silence soon after. Yep, another.
Why is so there so much awkwardness between us? I ask myself.
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see a light blush on Link's face.
Then I realize that he has noticed our position.
I try to suppress a giggle, but I don't do very well. He looks so cute when he blushes.
No! Samantha! Control yourself!
I immediately stop, wanting to listen to my inner self.
"I-I should go n-now," he says, standing up. "I need to go, uh, h-herd the goats!"
"Okay," I say, watching him go down the vines. I can't help but notice how quickly he walks.
I made the Hero of Time blush, stutter, and walk away.
How nice.
When I set the book down beside me, I hear a voice speak out.
'You know he's not herding goats today, right?' The voice rings in my head.
I whip around, trying to find who had spoken. When I don't see anything, I turn to face forward.
And there she was, sitting in front of me.
Startled, I almost fall off the pillar, but I manage to catch myself. Thank the goddesses I didn't fall into the ice cold water below. When I steady myself, I turn to study her.
She has white-blond hair, with piercing, cold blue eyes. I thin red line runs along her neck. But then I notice that I can see right through her.
Is she a ghost? But why does she look...exactly...like me?
Okay, maybe not exactly, she has pale skin, while I have a tan color.
Other than that, we could be identical twins.
"I'm sorry, but who are you?"
'He called me Shadow.'
"He?"
'Yes, he.'
"Who is 'he'?"
I don't get an answer. Instead, she pulls something out of the cloak she wears.
When she holds it out to me, I study the item.
It's a choker. A black one. It has a weird metal symbol where the ends should connect. (Hint hint: look at the cover image.)
I can't help but notice that one end is torn.
'Please give this to him.'
"Him?" I ask, taking the choker from her.
'Please.' Is all she says before she fades away. But I can still hear her voice. 'We'll meet again...'
Everything falls silent. Deathly silent.
I look around, trying to see if anyone was spying on us.
Nobody is outside, because everyone is preparing for the Festival.
Thank the goddesses that no one is out here, or they would have seen me talking to a ghost.
Then they would declare me insane.
I take the choker and place it in my pocket.
What a strange meeting.
Heck, everything is strange to me these days.
Can my life get any more confusing?
There we go, a little, not a lot, of the plot has been introduced.
I may post a short story soon, so stay on the look out if you wanna read that too.
Anyways, stay awesome! Please review!
