Prologue One: Alone
The boy in green was trapped in the rain.
The storm fell from a jet black sky. Its downpour drenched the grass of a great big field that went as far as the boy's eyes could see. Water soaked the boy's ankles, seeping through the thin leather of his boots.
Thunder growled. The boy in green trembled. He didn't know where to go and couldn't remember when he arrived.
Mountains reached for the darkened atmosphere. Their jagged tips were like gnarled fingers. The field stretched out endlessly, leading nowhere the boy knew of.
The boy was sure that if he went out in the distance, he'd get lost. When he turned around to find a path to walk on, his eyes widened at what he found behind him.
A wall of white stone towered above him. It was grand and wide, stretching from left to right until, like the field, it seemed to disappear. A trench filled with rushing water separated the wall and the boy.
A wooden slab stood upright in the wall's center. Two torches were mounted next to it, one on each side of the slab. Without warning, the slab bowed toward the trench and landed with a loud thud, turning into a bridge.
The boy looked at the space the slab left behind. He only saw more of the darkness. Rhythmic pounds echoing from within the void, with each hard beat growing louder. When a figure charged at him, the boy leapt out of the way. He fell to the ground as a brilliant white horse rushed past him.
Pink and violet cloths decorated the horse. Its tail flapped like a boat's sail while galloping hard against the violent storm.
The horse faded away as quickly as it appeared. Still, the boy was able to see the two riders mounted on its back.
The first rider was a tall and slender woman, with silver hair tied into a bun and red eyes that glared straight ahead. Her clothes were dark enough to make her blend into the storm.
A second rider sat in front of the woman. She was smaller and younger than her companion. When she looked back, the girl revealed an innocent face with sad blue eyes. Her head was covered in a white and pink headdress, though small strands of blonde hair seeped out from beneath the fabric.
At first, the boy thought the girl was looking back at the place she left behind. Then, he realized her stare was fixed on him.
The boy committed the girl's gaze to memory. He wondered if he should have gone with them. The wind picked up, causing even the sturdiest structures to move. The boy in green dug his heels into the damp ground to hold himself up.
Then, he felt it.
Every hair on the boy's neck stiffened. He froze in place, wondering what could have possibly gripped him.
The boy in green had no desire to know what was behind him, though he knew he had no choice but to look. Lightning fell once more as he gazed at a second horse was on the bridge's edge. This one looked like it was made from the darkness. It rose on its hind legs, letting out a gruff sound from its snout.
The black horse's head was covered in a shining metal headdress that went down to the base of its neck. Two holes were carved in the creature's eyes for seeing. An unnatural red glow emerged from each opening. This sight made the boy wonder want to run away. The rider was even worse.
He was a man with fiery hair and dark olive green skin. His coal colored garments shined while covered in golden patterns. Both the man's eyes were the same color as the patterns, but there was a dimness to them. The boy sensed nothing good from the stranger.
The boy backed away from the fierce man and his terrible creature. He didn't dare turn his back to the horror before him. His foe's scowl molded itself into a sneer as he glared down at the child. Then, he formed a wicked grin. The boy watched helplessly as the fierce man raised a hand riddled with scars..
Crackling noises accompanied the appearance of violet static. The static wrapped around the fierce man's fingers, roping around them. Each strand slithered towards the palm's center, where they swirled together to make a sphere.
The sphere whirred, letting off an unworldly sound. The static continued to shoot out from the man's hand, springing from the sphere's surface. Again, there was nothing the boy could do but watch as his fate seemed to be decided.
He was alone in facing this foe on the creature, alone in the midst of a powerful storm. The boy had no choice but to watch as the sphere jumped from the fierce man's palm, devouring his vision as he felt the sensation of searing dark lightning consume his body, promising to torment him until the pain was over.
Then, Link opened his eyes.
He was on his back, staring up at his ceiling. Round brown rings were etched into the oak wood. Link's nose caught the tree's scent, which practically surrounded him at this point.
Link had to move just to make sure he was really in bed. The truth settled in quickly; he wasn't drenched in the rain. The storm never actually happened. Knowing it was all a dream left Link relieved.
Link sat up and left bed. He gathered his clothes in his single room home. His cap was strewn across the floor beside his boots. Link still wore his tunic, but he slung the belt that tightened it on the foot of his bed.
Sunlight stung his face and he flinched. Then, he allowed himself to smile and gaze out at the open entrance into his home.
The Kokiri Forest was out there. It was a wondrous place with trees and tunnels where children just like Link frolicked and played. They were all dressed in green, all forever young and all of them had a fairy companion by their side.
It was a way of life for a Kokiri child to be that way...but Link was a boy who didn't have a fairy. He tried his best to forget about the fact and move on with his life.
Today, he was going to spend time with the friends he knew so well. He was going to find Fado standing on one of the towers that oversaw the Kokiri Village.
He was going to hear Edison read a boy while Albert tinkered around with a new invention.
Somewhere out there, the closest friend he ever had would be playing her ocarina, inviting him to listen to her newest melody.
Link was happy to be alive and he would take advantage of every moment possible.
As Link thought about all this, he almost didn't notice the presence at his door. There was a glimmer in the midst of gold, a hint of blue-white energy that stood out in the stream of sunlight. Link heard a noise that was like a bell, like a form of music that was never heard before.
Then, he saw the orb moving towards him. It gently floated his way, delicate with its every movement. Round shapes sprouted from the orb, fluttering and whipping at the air. Link's eyes widened when he realized the nature of the shapes; they were wings.
His suspicions were confirmed when the orb took on a new shape. A body existed within the blue-white glow. It was a girl in a cerulean dress that flowed down to the bottom of her knees. The hemming was a zig-zag pattern that looped around her legs but never seemed to touch the skin. Her hair was a dark blue bob that shimmered like diamonds. She had eyes colored like dark blue polished marbles, which contrasted with her pearl-white skin.
The girl's face was filled with wonder, as if she had never seen a Kokiri boy before. Her mouth was agape and her expression quite serious. Her eyes blinked as quickly as her quartet of wings flapped.
Then, the girl offered Link a shy smile, so unlike the fierce man's wicked grin from the nightmare. She gently brought herself closer to Link, who offered a finger for her to land on without question.
"Hi Link," said the fairy, who didn't lose the smile on her face. "I'm Navi. I'm your new fairy guardian...it's so nice to meet you."
Post-Note: I have to give credit to this latest update of the prologue to yhe talented alanatm. Here's a link to her Fiverr profile if you ever have need of a beta reader for your fics, along with other services: alanatm