Woohoo! I finally have time to write!
Sorry I didn't update sooner...I was really busy.
To RyoKushei: ...How did you know of my plans? Are you psychic? OMG your reading my mind! SPOILER ALERT: Zelda will be in this story...and she may/may not be a big part of the story. It'll depend...If you would like her as a big part, please tell me. Also, about that adventure...there surely will be one now! It'll be a lot more interesting with adventure right? (At least more interesting than what I had planned.)
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: If you wish upon a star~ Zelda isn't mine so now I cry~ *cries*
Ch11: Some Memories
—) Link's P.O.V. (—
Scenes and voices seem to flash through my mind.
'Don't give up!'
'But I can't do it...'
'Who is she?'
'I can't say...'
'Why?'
'My lips are sealed.'
'Dreams?'
'Worse.'
'What is it?'
'Nightmares...'
'A pull of the rope...and I'm gone.'
'Don't give up...'
Snap!
The snap of a rope is heard, a thud following soon after. Evil laughter is heard in the background as blades clash violently.
I shoot up, beads of sweat on my forehead.
Another dream?
And yet, I don't recall most of it.
What is wrong with me?
I can't remember a single dream, nightmare or not.
Why is this?
I shake my head, trying to shake the thought away.
Maybe some fresh air will help clear my mind.
I climb down the wooden ladders in my house and exit through the front door. I go over to the edge of my high porch and sit down, legs dangling over the side. I lay one hand in my lap, while the other is out to the side.
I listen to the wind whistle by, as my eyes wander up to the clouds, which are dark and gloomy.
Maybe they're having a bad time as well, I think to myself.
All of a sudden, a flicker of a shadow is seen from the corner of my eye.
The Triforce on the back of my left hand is glowing a soft gold, causing me to get confused.
The Triforce hadn't been glowing ever since the end of my adventure.
A shuffle of footsteps is soon heard in the distance. I silently jump down on to ground level, blending in with the shadows.
Soon, a figure can be seen running around the corner. In the dim lighting, I barely make out a girl with white-blond hair streaming behind her.
It's Samantha, no doubt about it.
What is she doing this late out at night?
Why is she running?
Questions race through my head, none getting any answers.
"Samantha!" I call, as she runs closer.
She doesn't stop. Of course, out of instinct, I chase after her.
I catch up to her in seconds, catching her by the hand. "Samantha! What are you doing?"
"Let go of me!" She demands as she struggles, trying to shake herself out of my grip.
She's not looking at me. Her eyes are distant, staring off into space as if she is in a trance.
"Samantha! It's me! Link!" I say, keeping my grip on her wrist.
When I mention my name, she stops struggling. Her light blue eyes finally turn to me.
"Oh, sorry." Is all she says, before ripping her arm out of my grip when I'm distracted.
"What were you doing?"
"Uh...good question," she says, scratching her right hand. "Yeah, what was I doing?"
"You were running after something."
"I was?"
"You don't remember?"
She shakes her head. "No...? Am I supposed to?"
Hmm, interesting.
"Oh, that reminds me. I, uh, may have something for you." She says bringing forth one hand, fingers clenched around something. I hold my hand out, and she places the item in my hand.
It's a choker. Black leather with a weird metal symbol attached to the middle. One end is torn, leaving a jagged edge.
Something seems to click in my mind as I study this small accescory.
"Where did you get this?" I ask, feeling the jagged edge. She shifts uncomfortably, hesitating on wether or not to answer my question.
"I, uh, got this from...someone?"
"Haha, nice try." I laugh, sarcastically. "Do you know their name?"
"She said her name was Shadow."
…
'What's your name?'
'I don't have a name.'
'You don't?'
'No.'
'Why?'
'They didn't give me one...'
'Shadow.'
'Is that your name?'
'I guess it is.'
"Link?" A voice calls out. I could feel a light touch on my shoulder as the memories seem to disappear.
These dreams and memories, where do they come from?
Why do they come?
I snap out of my trance, my eyes focusing to see Samantha's worried expression.
"You okay?" She asks me.
"Yeah, I think so." I reply, my gaze returning to the small, leather choker. "Do you mind if I, uh, borrow this?"
"Go ahead."
"Alright, thanks."
"No problem." She smiles at me.
I have to admit, her smile and her ice blue eyes are quite beautiful. The moonlight shines down, illuminating her smile.
Why is that smile so important to me?
Why do I ask so many questions?
If only I could remember...
Fin! So what did you think?
Why can't I just get to the plot yet? I'll try to make the next chapter a little more exciting.
Also, on the note of chapters... If you would like to add an OC to this story, please tell me. I mean, romance stories can't go without...jealousy *quirks eyebrow*
You can decide which side of the relationship can have the...jealousy...MUAHAHA
See you next time! Please review!