The Girl
I sneak carefully onto the streets of Hyrule, within the shades of the buildings. Due to my dark clothes, perhaps no one will see me. However, it is about noon, so I can't take my chances. I slowly move, flowing as gracefully as I can from building to building, seeing as I am wearing my heavy set of armor. Finally, I am in the shade of the Treasure Chest Shop, when suddenly a large group of people swarms to the stand just across the street. Now is my chance, when most of the citizens have their attention drawn on something else. I slip around the corner of the building and quickly run out of the market and into the entry streets.
These streets are lonely, with no one on them but a lone guard and much sunlight. There is no way to sneak past the guard. Desperately, I try to think of a way to get past him, but then he catches sight of me.
"What's a shady individual such as yourself doing here?" the guard says angrily. Again, someone judges me based on appearance. I have no choice but one: Quickly, I raise my hand. He opens his mouth to speak again, but immediately droops to the ground and keels over, temporarily stunned by my spell.
I run from town onto the gorgeous, open fields of Hyrule. My, how I missed them! The sunshine upon the soft, springy grass. The silent song of the running waters of Zora River. After being in the Sacred Realm for so long, I am quite parched! I run over, with glee, to the river.
Just as I am about to dunk my head into the water gratefully, I see her.
A smiling young girl- no, woman, but she has a strange, child-like expression to her- is filling a bottle with the river's water. Her hair, a short and shimmering red, like a rose in the night, flows from her forehead. She has a small and weak-looking body, with a long, yellow skirt on and a white apron over that. But her face is what makes her look the most like a child. She has strange, dark blue eyes. They are very dark, almost black. They are beautiful. She has a small nose and thin, ruby-red lips. She has very pale skin, but has used some blush to cover it up. She is quite pretty, but in a gentle sense, not the raw, drop-dead gorgeous pretty like Zelda and Link. Just pretty.
Suddenly, she looks up at me. I try to hide my face with my arms in shame, and I almost run away, but I hear a strange sound. A sound I have not heard in an eternity. Laughter. She is laughing at me! I should be insulted at this, like I had so many times when people laughed at me back when I was a child. But her laugh was so charming and sensitive, almost as if she is crying out of joy. My arms unwillingly drop from my face, unveiling my hideousness. And, of course, she stops laughing, just stares at my face. I am, again, saddened by someone's reaction to my entourage.
"Why must you be so cruel?" I suddenly yells out. "Why must you stop laughing? Is my face really that awful that you must lose all the joy within you? Or is it that I am too frightful of a presence for you? Would you like me to hide my face again? Or would you rather marvel at my ugliness?"
But the little girl- no, young woman- simply says, in a melodic voice, an average yet gentle octave, "I've only stopped laughing because you are beautiful."
I sneak carefully onto the streets of Hyrule, within the shades of the buildings. Due to my dark clothes, perhaps no one will see me. However, it is about noon, so I can't take my chances. I slowly move, flowing as gracefully as I can from building to building, seeing as I am wearing my heavy set of armor. Finally, I am in the shade of the Treasure Chest Shop, when suddenly a large group of people swarms to the stand just across the street. Now is my chance, when most of the citizens have their attention drawn on something else. I slip around the corner of the building and quickly run out of the market and into the entry streets.
These streets are lonely, with no one on them but a lone guard and much sunlight. There is no way to sneak past the guard. Desperately, I try to think of a way to get past him, but then he catches sight of me.
"What's a shady individual such as yourself doing here?" the guard says angrily. Again, someone judges me based on appearance. I have no choice but one: Quickly, I raise my hand. He opens his mouth to speak again, but immediately droops to the ground and keels over, temporarily stunned by my spell.
I run from town onto the gorgeous, open fields of Hyrule. My, how I missed them! The sunshine upon the soft, springy grass. The silent song of the running waters of Zora River. After being in the Sacred Realm for so long, I am quite parched! I run over, with glee, to the river.
Just as I am about to dunk my head into the water gratefully, I see her.
A smiling young girl- no, woman, but she has a strange, child-like expression to her- is filling a bottle with the river's water. Her hair, a short and shimmering red, like a rose in the night, flows from her forehead. She has a small and weak-looking body, with a long, yellow skirt on and a white apron over that. But her face is what makes her look the most like a child. She has strange, dark blue eyes. They are very dark, almost black. They are beautiful. She has a small nose and thin, ruby-red lips. She has very pale skin, but has used some blush to cover it up. She is quite pretty, but in a gentle sense, not the raw, drop-dead gorgeous pretty like Zelda and Link. Just pretty.
Suddenly, she looks up at me. I try to hide my face with my arms in shame, and I almost run away, but I hear a strange sound. A sound I have not heard in an eternity. Laughter. She is laughing at me! I should be insulted at this, like I had so many times when people laughed at me back when I was a child. But her laugh was so charming and sensitive, almost as if she is crying out of joy. My arms unwillingly drop from my face, unveiling my hideousness. And, of course, she stops laughing, just stares at my face. I am, again, saddened by someone's reaction to my entourage.
"Why must you be so cruel?" I suddenly yells out. "Why must you stop laughing? Is my face really that awful that you must lose all the joy within you? Or is it that I am too frightful of a presence for you? Would you like me to hide my face again? Or would you rather marvel at my ugliness?"
But the little girl- no, young woman- simply says, in a melodic voice, an average yet gentle octave, "I've only stopped laughing because you are beautiful."