It was a fine evening. Cloudless and calm, the moon shone bright on a campsite. A horse, barely more than a yearling, slept up against a tree. A small fire burning quickly into embers provided warmth to a boy.
Despite his look of innocence, the boy had killed many an evil monster. He was quite a sight. Light blond hair that was getting a bit long for the boy. Large, blue eyes that could see love for, or evil in, almost anything. The boy had a light complexion, with no sign of the scars he had accumulated from bygone battles. He wore a green tunic, which perfectly fit his lean, muscular frame.
Upon his back was strapped a fine sword gilded with mystic runes. Beneath that, an even larger sword, double bladed, with black roses etched upon its blade. Sitting next to the boy was a fine shield. It had smooth surface, a surface that could reflect anything from magical light, to pure energy. Strapped onto the belt were 6 pouches, a slingshot, a hand lens, and a very unusual contraption. It was called a hookshot, and it was a unique weapon. It worked as a grappling hook, but with a pointed end, which made it effective on soft objects, as well as making it a formidable weapon.
The boy slowly reached to the ground beside him, where sat a beautiful instrument. The Ocarina was marvelous. It emitted a soft, yet radiant light. The boy put the instrument to his lips and placed is fingers in the proper position. He began to play. He played a lively song, one that could make the deaf hear bells and the mute sing. The final note died in the air. The boy shook his head. Even the festive New Wave Bossa Nova could not alleviate his sorrow at leaving yet another world behind. Link had no idea where to go. He was once again all alone except for his loyal steed, Epona.
There was a rustling in the bushes near by. Link immediately snapped up and unsheathed his gilded sword, which he had named Maskcleaver. Standing in a fighting position, ready for whatever was foolish enough to surprise him at night.
***
"Princess, the emissary from the desert craves audience with you!"
Putting the small, glass-framed picture back into her dresser. "Coming, Impa. Tell Nabooru I'll be right with her. Have Aliria prepare a room and some food for her grace."
Zelda ran down the spiral staircase that led to her chambers, straightening her beautiful broach which resembled the mystical Triforce, the essence of the divine goddesses. As she reached the bottom of the alabaster staircase, Zelda slowed to an elegant walk to enter the reception chamber of Hyrule Castle.
Waiting for her was the emissary of Colossus. A woman with orange skin and dirty blond hair sat on a velvety couch. She wore baggy pants that ballooned out from her strong legs, and a colorful cloth swathed her breasts. Her navel and both ears were pierced, each with a beautiful ruby on its ring. At her side was a wide, sharp rapier, the weapon of choice of the sand people, the Gerudo. This was Nabooru, the respected leader of the Gerudo since the demise of the Dark One. A feared and fearless warrior, only magic could take victory from the strong arms of this woman.
The sand-woman stood and bowed in respect to the princess of all Hyrule. "I`ve awaited your coming, your grace. I come to inform you that the cleansing of the desert has been completed. All of Ganon`s followers have been either imprisoned or hanged. I also come with my trusted council who wish to see your coronation in a fortnight`s time."
"You are welcome here in Hylia, Nabooru. Please stop speaking so formally, we are friends here." At this the two women sat upon the couch previously occupied by Nabooru. "Tell me of the new additions to your clan. How be they?"
"Quite wonderfully, Zelda. They were learning horsemanship and archery when I left. I will need to return in two score nights to present them with their first bridle and quiver, and to witness their carving of their first bows. How is your kingdom?"
"Fine, although not complete."
"I know," sympathized Nabooru, "I too miss Link. But there is nothing to be done now, he has left."
Zelda wriggled her pointed ear at Nabooru. "I believe I hear a knocking on the gate. Booming would probably be King Darunia and Prince Link. Excuse me while I greet my guests."
Nabooru laughed. "I think I'll join you. It's been quite some time since I've seen ol' mallet hands. Let me aid you."
"Gladly. Impa, have the kitchen prepare some refreshments. Keep in mind they are for Gorons, so nothing but top slate will do. Make a lot, too. Judging from the pounding on the gates, there's an entire Goron contingent out there." Zelda couldn't help but smile at the face her ward gave her as she headed to the main gate.
Despite his look of innocence, the boy had killed many an evil monster. He was quite a sight. Light blond hair that was getting a bit long for the boy. Large, blue eyes that could see love for, or evil in, almost anything. The boy had a light complexion, with no sign of the scars he had accumulated from bygone battles. He wore a green tunic, which perfectly fit his lean, muscular frame.
Upon his back was strapped a fine sword gilded with mystic runes. Beneath that, an even larger sword, double bladed, with black roses etched upon its blade. Sitting next to the boy was a fine shield. It had smooth surface, a surface that could reflect anything from magical light, to pure energy. Strapped onto the belt were 6 pouches, a slingshot, a hand lens, and a very unusual contraption. It was called a hookshot, and it was a unique weapon. It worked as a grappling hook, but with a pointed end, which made it effective on soft objects, as well as making it a formidable weapon.
The boy slowly reached to the ground beside him, where sat a beautiful instrument. The Ocarina was marvelous. It emitted a soft, yet radiant light. The boy put the instrument to his lips and placed is fingers in the proper position. He began to play. He played a lively song, one that could make the deaf hear bells and the mute sing. The final note died in the air. The boy shook his head. Even the festive New Wave Bossa Nova could not alleviate his sorrow at leaving yet another world behind. Link had no idea where to go. He was once again all alone except for his loyal steed, Epona.
There was a rustling in the bushes near by. Link immediately snapped up and unsheathed his gilded sword, which he had named Maskcleaver. Standing in a fighting position, ready for whatever was foolish enough to surprise him at night.
***
"Princess, the emissary from the desert craves audience with you!"
Putting the small, glass-framed picture back into her dresser. "Coming, Impa. Tell Nabooru I'll be right with her. Have Aliria prepare a room and some food for her grace."
Zelda ran down the spiral staircase that led to her chambers, straightening her beautiful broach which resembled the mystical Triforce, the essence of the divine goddesses. As she reached the bottom of the alabaster staircase, Zelda slowed to an elegant walk to enter the reception chamber of Hyrule Castle.
Waiting for her was the emissary of Colossus. A woman with orange skin and dirty blond hair sat on a velvety couch. She wore baggy pants that ballooned out from her strong legs, and a colorful cloth swathed her breasts. Her navel and both ears were pierced, each with a beautiful ruby on its ring. At her side was a wide, sharp rapier, the weapon of choice of the sand people, the Gerudo. This was Nabooru, the respected leader of the Gerudo since the demise of the Dark One. A feared and fearless warrior, only magic could take victory from the strong arms of this woman.
The sand-woman stood and bowed in respect to the princess of all Hyrule. "I`ve awaited your coming, your grace. I come to inform you that the cleansing of the desert has been completed. All of Ganon`s followers have been either imprisoned or hanged. I also come with my trusted council who wish to see your coronation in a fortnight`s time."
"You are welcome here in Hylia, Nabooru. Please stop speaking so formally, we are friends here." At this the two women sat upon the couch previously occupied by Nabooru. "Tell me of the new additions to your clan. How be they?"
"Quite wonderfully, Zelda. They were learning horsemanship and archery when I left. I will need to return in two score nights to present them with their first bridle and quiver, and to witness their carving of their first bows. How is your kingdom?"
"Fine, although not complete."
"I know," sympathized Nabooru, "I too miss Link. But there is nothing to be done now, he has left."
Zelda wriggled her pointed ear at Nabooru. "I believe I hear a knocking on the gate. Booming would probably be King Darunia and Prince Link. Excuse me while I greet my guests."
Nabooru laughed. "I think I'll join you. It's been quite some time since I've seen ol' mallet hands. Let me aid you."
"Gladly. Impa, have the kitchen prepare some refreshments. Keep in mind they are for Gorons, so nothing but top slate will do. Make a lot, too. Judging from the pounding on the gates, there's an entire Goron contingent out there." Zelda couldn't help but smile at the face her ward gave her as she headed to the main gate.