Chapter 7: Intentional Grounding
"You feel better, Craig?" Zelda asked, trying to comfort me. I had brushed my teeth a million times, probably literally, but I still had that taste.
"That was gross! Why was that thing moving?" I asked, totally confused.
"It was normal food. Why don't you like it?"
"It was moving! Us humans from the other world do not like moving food. It isn't normal. I like the appetizers much better. You know, the chicken and mashed potatoes."
"You actually like that stuff?" Zelda said, looking very confused. I could tell if we got married, it wasn't gonna be pretty when she was cooking.
"Yes! That is good food! It isn't an appetizer in America."
"America?"
"The world I came from!"
"Oh."
"Anyways, if I ever eat here again, make sure I get to approve my food before I eat it." Zelda shook her head.
"Alright," she said uneasily. She didn't get the point that I didn't like the same foods. This could get really annoying really fast. I don't want even want to try and explain what is going on in my head to her. She is impossible.
"So, what do you want to go do. I mean today is a perfect night to go walk on the edge of Lake Hylia. Want to go walk and just stand next to each other."
"NO!" I howled. "Err...Uhh..." I coughed. "Excuse me. I mean no; I cannot go with you. I'm doing something with Matt and Frank."
"Oh come on!" she giggled. "Don't you want to be alone today with me?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because."
"Because why?"
"Just because."
"Will you give me a reason."
"No."
"Why not."
"Because."
"Because why- Will you stop that!"
"Stop what?"
"Stop that."
"What's that?"
"That!"
"That what?"
"Never mind, I'm going to my room and you can sleep on the couch."
"Sheesh, already getting kicked onto the couch, and we've known each other for one day. This isn't going exactly how I wanted," I muttered to myself. I walked over to the couch that was outside the door. I grabbed the blanket next to it, and then lay down.
* * * * * * *
"I'm sorry about last night. I didn't mean to be so forceful," Zelda said to me. I opened my eyes to see her on the couch, sitting near my head. I sat up, and backed away as much as I could.
"I don't like fighting with you."
"How would you know, we've only been in one fight."
"I just don't like it."
"Oh."
"I'm ready to make it up to you. You can go on your own out, without me."
"Seriously? That's great! I mean..." the man skills that every man possesses kicked in. "If that's what you want, then I will do it."
"But you must get the One of Training back. You need him."
"Get him back?" I asked, deeply puzzled.
"Yes, didn't you hear about him?"
"No, what happened?"
"He was kid-napped, by the Mofatchie clan."
"When did this happen?"
"Not long before you came to us. It was only a day or so before. You must see him in order to be any assistance to this nation. That is also what you are supposed to do."
"Supposed to do?"
"Yes. It is one of the many prophecies that Hylians' have. Hylians' have many of these, for these are what some can only strive on. That there is something better, that there is something we are working for, that there is an ultimate goal everyone should have." Where's my bible when I need it? I thought. I won't try and explain that right now, otherwise I wouldn't have enough life to even start.
"What is the prophecy with me in it?"
"Well, I don't totally know it. But I'll try my best. The prophecy is that three aliens would come to this nation. Not alien-alien like you may be thinking, but an alien from this nation. These three would come in to this world, and one would lead them, and the others follow. But in the real lives of these three, they are all on the same level. The leader would pretend to love a lady, and try to hide something from her, but little does he know she knows he is hiding something. And that something is what drives her wild. It is always the question that drives us, not the answer. And once they find that answer, they learn that it is not that question that drove them this far, it is an ultimate question."
"What is the Matrix?" I jokingly said, but Zelda only got confused. "Nevermind."
"No, Craig. It is another question. You will have to find out what that is."
"How about 'who ate my jelly donut the day I got sick because I didn't eat in the morning?'" Zelda looked at me funny, and I started getting the little hint that she didn't know/like sarcasm. I backed off a little bit, trying not to get another sarcastic saying in my head.
"So, do you believe in this prophecy?"
"Believe it? I made it. I know it." Stunned, confused, and a little cracked about the whole ordeal, I quietly scratched my head and tried to put two and two together, but accidentally came up with 5.
"So when do you think this is going to happen?" I asked. Zelda looked at me like I was some kind of retard from a distant world. Wait, I was, but she still looked at me funny.
"Right now." Instead of 5, I reconsidered my answer and got 3.
I grinned and asked, "Who?"
"They are in this room." I looked around. No one was in there. I finally came up with a 4.0 (which is a little ways off from my grade point average).
"So you are saying I'm hiding something?"
"Yes."
"What?"
"I don't know, but you don't either." I quickly tried to change the subject, and at none other than the worst time. If this were football, I would be called for intentional grounding.
"So, do you go to school?" Zelda evilly stared at me, and I tried to grin, but it didn't happen.
"I don't go to school like all the other weak children, I am home-schooled," Zelda answered, obviously annoyed at my ignorance of trying to change the subject.
"Oh. So, what sports are in this nation?" Zelda sighed and walked out of the room. I sat up from the couch and walked off, into the bedroom. I jumped on the bed and thought of what to do, since the traditional boredom act of 'watch TV till it gives me an idea' was out of the equation. I stood up and looked for Matt and Frank, and found them in their rooms down the hall from my room. Both were doing the same thing. Sleeping. They're lucky, I thought. They don't have someone constantly on their back, or anything. I walked over to Matt's room and I quietly sat down in the chair near his bed. I leaned back in it. I looked at my watch. 9 A.M. She must have waked me up at 8:30. I don't like getting up that early. I sat there and watched Matt sleep, wishing I could do the same. I quickly dozed off in my thoughts.
* * * * * * *
I woke up in a land of trees, burnt trees. Matt and Frank were by my side. We had all of our weapons on us, like we were ready for a battle. When I looked forward, I knew why. About 20 soldiers stood at us, looking down upon us. Then in the distant background of their clan, a man yelled "CHARGE!" The troops raised their swords and wielded their shields, running at us at full speed.
"AHHH!" I yelled as they came at us. Out of natural reaction, I swung my sword low and cut a man's thigh deeply. He stumbled past me, out of action. I had to keep going or I would die. I hooked my sheild on my hand and mustered all my courage and charged at the men. I plowed a few with my shield, then turning and slashing a man's mid-section. I jumped on a grounded soldier and knocked him in the head with handle of my sword. I ducked my head as a soldier tried to cut it off, then I pushed my blade into his stomach, then pulled it out.
"Ewww, blood! I guess that's what I get for shoving it in a man." I started to wipe off my sword, but was interrupted by sudden voice of, "RUN, CRAIG! RUN!" I turned in time to see at least a million soldiers coming our way. I unhooked my shield and attached it to my back, pulling out my other sword. I swung the blades around, hoping about all of them would get scared, but to no avail. I turned and ran as fast as I could. All there was burnt down trees for miles of stretch. I tripped over an old tree stump, and fell face first. The odd thing about this tree stump is that it wasn't burnt. It just looked like it got cut down. It looked sort of odd besides that. It seemed, weird. I can't explain what it looked like, but that's what it was like. I forgot the stump and turned over to start getting back up, but was pounced on by a soldier. The soldier was wearing all black just like me. He had a huge scar through his eye, but missing the actual eye. He lifted his sword and I closed my eyes, waiting for the pain.
"You feel better, Craig?" Zelda asked, trying to comfort me. I had brushed my teeth a million times, probably literally, but I still had that taste.
"That was gross! Why was that thing moving?" I asked, totally confused.
"It was normal food. Why don't you like it?"
"It was moving! Us humans from the other world do not like moving food. It isn't normal. I like the appetizers much better. You know, the chicken and mashed potatoes."
"You actually like that stuff?" Zelda said, looking very confused. I could tell if we got married, it wasn't gonna be pretty when she was cooking.
"Yes! That is good food! It isn't an appetizer in America."
"America?"
"The world I came from!"
"Oh."
"Anyways, if I ever eat here again, make sure I get to approve my food before I eat it." Zelda shook her head.
"Alright," she said uneasily. She didn't get the point that I didn't like the same foods. This could get really annoying really fast. I don't want even want to try and explain what is going on in my head to her. She is impossible.
"So, what do you want to go do. I mean today is a perfect night to go walk on the edge of Lake Hylia. Want to go walk and just stand next to each other."
"NO!" I howled. "Err...Uhh..." I coughed. "Excuse me. I mean no; I cannot go with you. I'm doing something with Matt and Frank."
"Oh come on!" she giggled. "Don't you want to be alone today with me?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because."
"Because why?"
"Just because."
"Will you give me a reason."
"No."
"Why not."
"Because."
"Because why- Will you stop that!"
"Stop what?"
"Stop that."
"What's that?"
"That!"
"That what?"
"Never mind, I'm going to my room and you can sleep on the couch."
"Sheesh, already getting kicked onto the couch, and we've known each other for one day. This isn't going exactly how I wanted," I muttered to myself. I walked over to the couch that was outside the door. I grabbed the blanket next to it, and then lay down.
* * * * * * *
"I'm sorry about last night. I didn't mean to be so forceful," Zelda said to me. I opened my eyes to see her on the couch, sitting near my head. I sat up, and backed away as much as I could.
"I don't like fighting with you."
"How would you know, we've only been in one fight."
"I just don't like it."
"Oh."
"I'm ready to make it up to you. You can go on your own out, without me."
"Seriously? That's great! I mean..." the man skills that every man possesses kicked in. "If that's what you want, then I will do it."
"But you must get the One of Training back. You need him."
"Get him back?" I asked, deeply puzzled.
"Yes, didn't you hear about him?"
"No, what happened?"
"He was kid-napped, by the Mofatchie clan."
"When did this happen?"
"Not long before you came to us. It was only a day or so before. You must see him in order to be any assistance to this nation. That is also what you are supposed to do."
"Supposed to do?"
"Yes. It is one of the many prophecies that Hylians' have. Hylians' have many of these, for these are what some can only strive on. That there is something better, that there is something we are working for, that there is an ultimate goal everyone should have." Where's my bible when I need it? I thought. I won't try and explain that right now, otherwise I wouldn't have enough life to even start.
"What is the prophecy with me in it?"
"Well, I don't totally know it. But I'll try my best. The prophecy is that three aliens would come to this nation. Not alien-alien like you may be thinking, but an alien from this nation. These three would come in to this world, and one would lead them, and the others follow. But in the real lives of these three, they are all on the same level. The leader would pretend to love a lady, and try to hide something from her, but little does he know she knows he is hiding something. And that something is what drives her wild. It is always the question that drives us, not the answer. And once they find that answer, they learn that it is not that question that drove them this far, it is an ultimate question."
"What is the Matrix?" I jokingly said, but Zelda only got confused. "Nevermind."
"No, Craig. It is another question. You will have to find out what that is."
"How about 'who ate my jelly donut the day I got sick because I didn't eat in the morning?'" Zelda looked at me funny, and I started getting the little hint that she didn't know/like sarcasm. I backed off a little bit, trying not to get another sarcastic saying in my head.
"So, do you believe in this prophecy?"
"Believe it? I made it. I know it." Stunned, confused, and a little cracked about the whole ordeal, I quietly scratched my head and tried to put two and two together, but accidentally came up with 5.
"So when do you think this is going to happen?" I asked. Zelda looked at me like I was some kind of retard from a distant world. Wait, I was, but she still looked at me funny.
"Right now." Instead of 5, I reconsidered my answer and got 3.
I grinned and asked, "Who?"
"They are in this room." I looked around. No one was in there. I finally came up with a 4.0 (which is a little ways off from my grade point average).
"So you are saying I'm hiding something?"
"Yes."
"What?"
"I don't know, but you don't either." I quickly tried to change the subject, and at none other than the worst time. If this were football, I would be called for intentional grounding.
"So, do you go to school?" Zelda evilly stared at me, and I tried to grin, but it didn't happen.
"I don't go to school like all the other weak children, I am home-schooled," Zelda answered, obviously annoyed at my ignorance of trying to change the subject.
"Oh. So, what sports are in this nation?" Zelda sighed and walked out of the room. I sat up from the couch and walked off, into the bedroom. I jumped on the bed and thought of what to do, since the traditional boredom act of 'watch TV till it gives me an idea' was out of the equation. I stood up and looked for Matt and Frank, and found them in their rooms down the hall from my room. Both were doing the same thing. Sleeping. They're lucky, I thought. They don't have someone constantly on their back, or anything. I walked over to Matt's room and I quietly sat down in the chair near his bed. I leaned back in it. I looked at my watch. 9 A.M. She must have waked me up at 8:30. I don't like getting up that early. I sat there and watched Matt sleep, wishing I could do the same. I quickly dozed off in my thoughts.
* * * * * * *
I woke up in a land of trees, burnt trees. Matt and Frank were by my side. We had all of our weapons on us, like we were ready for a battle. When I looked forward, I knew why. About 20 soldiers stood at us, looking down upon us. Then in the distant background of their clan, a man yelled "CHARGE!" The troops raised their swords and wielded their shields, running at us at full speed.
"AHHH!" I yelled as they came at us. Out of natural reaction, I swung my sword low and cut a man's thigh deeply. He stumbled past me, out of action. I had to keep going or I would die. I hooked my sheild on my hand and mustered all my courage and charged at the men. I plowed a few with my shield, then turning and slashing a man's mid-section. I jumped on a grounded soldier and knocked him in the head with handle of my sword. I ducked my head as a soldier tried to cut it off, then I pushed my blade into his stomach, then pulled it out.
"Ewww, blood! I guess that's what I get for shoving it in a man." I started to wipe off my sword, but was interrupted by sudden voice of, "RUN, CRAIG! RUN!" I turned in time to see at least a million soldiers coming our way. I unhooked my shield and attached it to my back, pulling out my other sword. I swung the blades around, hoping about all of them would get scared, but to no avail. I turned and ran as fast as I could. All there was burnt down trees for miles of stretch. I tripped over an old tree stump, and fell face first. The odd thing about this tree stump is that it wasn't burnt. It just looked like it got cut down. It looked sort of odd besides that. It seemed, weird. I can't explain what it looked like, but that's what it was like. I forgot the stump and turned over to start getting back up, but was pounced on by a soldier. The soldier was wearing all black just like me. He had a huge scar through his eye, but missing the actual eye. He lifted his sword and I closed my eyes, waiting for the pain.