Well, uh, here's this one! Sorry it took so long, I went on a short vacation and didn't have time to write. I hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you thought!
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Voices. They were everywhere. A part of life. Loud, soft, young, old. Link heard them all, adding his to the mix often. But, with all the differences these voices had, they were all relatively the same. He discovered this one day when he heard an almost otherworldly call, barely audible, in the wind.
Come, come, come.
Link jolted from his spot against a tree, looking around frantically for the source. What… was that? Was he hearing things? Finding nothing, he uneasily settled back into his journal.
Listen, listen listen! Come, follow, quick!
Cerulean eyes wide, he looked again, only to find nothing. This repeated for some time, until dusk fell. Link stood up to head inside for dinner, shaking his head softly, as if to clear it, when a slightly shifting light from the woods caught his attention. It was a powder blue, the light so soft it was barely noticeable.
Link looked back to the house, hesitating. Finally, his curiosity got the better of him, and he cautiously made his way over to the light. Finally, he got close enough, only to be surprised when it jumped. It was… a rabbit?
The voice called again. Follow, follow, follow! Quickly now, Hero! It was then that Link gave in.
Link chased after the odd creature, gangly legs tripping over roots and vines. He didn't notice when the woods changed. The fog rolled in, and the trees became less trees and more monsters. He didn't notice anything had ever changed until the strange little rabbit hopped through a huge hollow log.
Link looked around, only now realizing what his surroundings were. His breath shook in fear, and he quickly ran through the wooden tunnel.
He emerged on the other side, greeted by faint lamplight and the soft chittering and laughter of some odd forest creatures. These all faded to the background, however, when he laid eyes on the sword.
It was nearly as tall as him, even when stuck in the ground. It reflected the light around it, surrounding it in a silvery blue haze. The sharp edges tapered off into a winged pommel, with an engraving that he recognized as Triforce right below it. It was delicate, and yet so deadly.
The thing that struck him the most about the sword, however, was the overwhelming sense of deja vu he got while looking at it. In a second, he was a boy with a fairy, then a wolf, then in the sky. They hit him one after another, for what seemed like an eternity.
Before he knew it, the sword was in his hands. A ringing filled his ears and stayed there, even as he stumbled home in a daze, clutching onto it for dear life. As his mother and father ran out to him, his sister lingering in the doorway as they stopped in shock of the blade in his hands, he couldn't say anything.
All he could hear was the ringing. All he could see were those lives flashing behind his eyes. All he could feel was the cold pommel.
As he stood there, his family fussing over him, asking him question after question, he couldn't say a thing.
He was silent, and would stay that way for a long while.
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