What's So Good About Heroes Anyway?
Chapter 3
By: Lori Kestroff and Alria
Disclaimer: we do not own ANY of these characters. WE OWN NOTHING!!!! NOT EVEN
THE SHIRTS ON OUR BACKS!!!!!!! {they're rentals J }
Authors Note: This chapter is written by BOTH OF US!!!!! be afraid! be VERY
afraid! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Link's POV. In this chapter Link finds out some
info but, will he like what he learns?????? Remember, if you don't review, we
won't continue soread, review, and enjoy!!! J }
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"Master Link? Are you in?" came a small voice from behind the closed door. Link
sat up immediately, as if someone could see into his private room.
"Yes. Who is it?" he asked.
"I'm just servant from Her majesty. The queen has a message for you," said the
voice. Link groaned. So, another one of Zelda's 'messages.' That meant he would
be running around the castle looking for miscellaneous, god-forsaken objects for
her royal highness. Great. Just great.
Ever since the day he had agreed to be her "protector" it had been ,"Link, dear,
I would be ever so grateful if you would fetch ______." or "Link, be a sweet
heart and go get me my _________." Link was beginning to think that "protector"
was just "Zelda" for personal servant.
"Oh. Come in, then," he called, and the door slowly opened. A small, round face
popped up around the corner. Link smiled. It was Jason. Jason was a young boy;
about eight years old, and he was constantly running errands for Zelda. Kind of
like Link now that he thought about it. Perhaps that was why he had always liked
the boy.
Jason walked up to Link and handed him a folded piece of paper. Link sighed as
he unfolded the parchment. Another ridiculous errand.
It read:
"Link, be a dear and fetch me a bucket of water.
I need to wash my hands."
Link groaned. How did he guess? If it had been any other person in the entire
kingdom of Hyrule, Link would have refused. But no one can refuse the queen, so
Link just grumbled to himself and walked out of the room towards the kitchen.
Why was he doing this? He had only asked himself that questionjust
abouteveryday. Why did he put up with Zelda's tyranny? He was the Hero of Time
for Heaven's sake! Not the queen's personal servant! He should be out in the
world; interacting with people, feeling the wind his face as he road his trusted
horse Epona. Not hereacting as though he were a castle servant.
But what could he do? In Hyrule, Zelda's word was law. He couldn't just say no;
she could have him locked in jail or worse! He had to continue to help herand
maybe someday he would be free again. He hoped he would at least.
The second Link walked into the crowded kitchen, every single head turned. He
sighed inwardly. He may act like a servant, but there wasn't a man alive that
didn't know what Link, the Hero of Time, had done for their country. It was nice
to be a role modelbut it was quite annoying when he wanted to be left alone The
head cook, a short man with a bushy beard, walked up to Link, smiling.
"You here on an errand?" he asked. Link nodded.
"Uh huh. Do you have a bucket?" he asked. The cook looked at him quizzically.
"A bucket? What does her highness want with that?" he asked. Link hesitated,
quite embarrassed.
"Wellwash her hands" he said quietly. At this the cook started to laugh.
"Wash her hands? She sent you all the way down here so she could wash her hands? My friend, you shouldn't put up with that!" he exclaimed. Link looked down at
the polished floor.
"I know, I know. I want to leave. But what could I do? She'd just find meand
that wouldn't be pretty at all," he muttered. The cook shrugged and walked into
the back room. When he returned, the small man was carrying a large bucket full
of soapy water.
"Well, I hope the queen is glad she has you. Any other servant wouldn't do this
task for twenty rupees," he said.
Link sighed and ran a hand through his blond hair. "I know, I know." Link stuck
out a hand and took the soapy bucket, and slowly, so not to spill the contents,
started to walk out of the kitchen.
The cook chuckled at the sight of the Hero of Time, the man who defeated the
feared Gannondorf, carrying a bucket of water out of the door.
"Washing her hands, indeed," he muttered, and walked back into the back of the
kitchen.
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Link painstakingly walked up the long flights of stairs up to Zelda's chambers.
"I really hope there's a good reason for this bucket business. For heaven's sakes, why can't she wash her hands in something more convenient?" Link let out
an exasperated sigh.
Careful not to spill any of the water, Link's trip was terribly slow and
tedious. "Note to self: get a smaller bucket next time. Oh, wait a minute, there
wont be a next time. This is the last time I'm taking any of this this.
servant crap from her highness, Zelda. If she wants a bucket, well, she has two
legs and two hands. Her precious, perfectly manicured nails won't break or
anything," he spat.
Link shuddered as he remembered the feeling of Zelda's fingernails tickling the
back of his neck. Ever since the day Link had killed Ganon and saved Hyrule,
Zelda had been acting strange. Kind of sickly sweet, but very overbearing at the
same time. Link sighed and switched the bucket into his left hand. Maybe it was
just his imagination, after all, he had seen some pretty frightening stuff on
his quest to save Hyrule, but recently, Link always got bad vibes when he was
near her. A sense of foreboding. As if something bad was going to happen. But
every time he got this feeling, he pushed it to the back of his mind.
It took Link nearly half an hour to make it up the long, winding staircase; but he managed to make it there without spilling a drop. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he sighed. After he gave Zelda her bucket, he would be free to go. Free of any more of her mindless drudgery.
Link was just about to open the small door leading into Zelda's room when he heard a strange voice coming from inside. It was a man with a deep, rumbling voice; one he had never heard before. Curious, Link gently placed the bucket on the floor and pressed his ear to the door.
"and do you understand what I'm saying, Zelda?" the man asked.
"Of course! Why else would I still have him around?" came the clear voice of Zelda.
"Well, then why isn't the job done? He should be DEAD! Do you hear me!? Or can you not bring yourself to kill a handsome man such as Link? If you can't, believe me, I will."
Link stepped back from the door, dumbfounded. Dead? Zelda was trying to kill him! Zelda and that other man; whoever he was. But why would Zelda want him dead? He had never done anything to her! This was ridiculous! What was going on!?
Suddenly, Link heard a loud thump and then a crash coming from behind him. Startled, he whirled around to find that he had accidently kicked over the bucket full of water. The carpet was completely drenchedalong with the stairs. Link's throat clenched. Surely Zelda had heard that! There was nothing he could do nownothing, expect the good old fashioned TURN THE OTHER WAY AND RUN LIKE THE DICKENS!!!! Normally, it wasn't like Link to run, but he decided that in certain situations, changes must be made.
As Link ran down the wet stairs, we began to think. Where could he go? Surely, once Zelda found out he was missing she would hire guards to find him. Who did he trust wouldn't give him away to her? There was Daruniabut he might relent and tell Zelda if pressured. No, he needed someone he trusted with his very soulsomeone he had known for a long time. Then it hit him like a powerful bolt of lightning.
Malon.
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Well, there you have it. Part three. I know it took long enoughbut we're lazy peopleand plus, there's the infamous FCAT!!! L Anyway, I hope you liked it. We might not continue if we don't get some reviews, CAUSE YA'LL AREN'T REVIEWING VERY MUCH!!! Well, to those who DID review, power to ya! Thanks a lot! For you, we will continue (if you review!) Luv ya'll!
~Alria and Lori K.