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of these characters belong to Nintendo, unless they obviously don't, so
Nintendo people, give me a break, okay?
Ever heard of the saying, "imitation is the sincerest form of flattery"…
Strange
Happenings
In a deep forest lit only by a
trio of torches, three dark figures could be seen surrounding a cauldron.
"Double, double, toil and
trouble," they began to chant.
"No, no no!" interrupted a
disembodied voice. "That's not how it
goes it all!"
Suddenly the creepy music
stopped and the torches glowed much brighter.
Now it could be seen that the three dark figures were men dressed as
witches. "What do you mean?" asked one.
"You're reading the wrong
script!" said the voice. "That was
MacBeth you were just doing!"
A second man pulled a white
file folder from his robes, opened it, and scanned the contents. "Whoops, you're right." He threw the folder over his shoulder and
took out another one. The three men
gathered around it.
"Yup, that's the right one,"
said the third man finally. Suddenly
the were no longer clad as witches, and now wore something more appropriate for
the Ku Klux Klan.
"Should be black," said the
voice.
The robes abruptly changed
color. "That good?" said the second
man.
"I was thinking of something
with more spikes, but I guess it'll do."
"All right, let's start over,"
said the first man. The torches
darkened again.
"No no no!" cried the voice.
"What now?" said the third
man, irritated.
"You've already ruined the
first bit," said the voice, sounding a bit disgruntled. "Let's skip to the next scene."
It was raining in
Manchester. The two girls trudged down
the sidewalk, holding their bookbags over their heads. Finally, one said, "It sure is wet out
here."
"Thank you, Captain Obvious!"
said the other, hefting her bookbag a little higher.
"I was just trying to cheer
you up," muttered the first.
The second sighed. "Sorry, Cara. I'm just in a bad mood right now."
"What happened?"
"Well, I'm in history class,
minding my own business-"
"Writing me a note,"
translated Cara.
"Right, and out of nowhere
comes my teacher. She's like, "Save
writing notes for lunch, Ashley," and takes the note away. And the bell hadn't even rung yet!"
"Ugh," said Cara
sympathetically.
"So now as a punishment I have
to write a report, and it's due in two days."
She made a face.
"Well, at least it's not due
tomorrow."
Ashley shook her head. "It is, sort of. I've got a choir concert tonight."
Cara gave another sympathetic
groan, and added, "Your teacher must be a sadist."
Suddenly she felt her sneaker
squish into mud. "Ugh, my shoe..." She
looked at the grass-covered hill they were now standing on. "We must have walked off the path without
noticing."
"But that doesn't make any
sense." Ashley was peering up the
hill. "This hill wasn't here
yesterday. And it's stopped raining,
too."
"Thank goodness for that."
"But there's hardly any clouds
in the sky!" She gestured above them.
She received no reply. "Cara?"
Ashley turned around. "Cara,
what's..." She suddenly fell silent,
learning why Cara was standing so awestruck next to her.
Gone were the aluminum-sided
houses they had walked by moments before.
Gone was the neighborhood they had lived in for the past five
years. In its place was a wide field
that seemingly went on forever, broken only by the occasional fence. A little way off was a stone wall that got
smaller as it ascended the hill.
"Well," said Cara quietly, "I
guess you'll have time to finish that report now."
The same three men from before
were sitting in a circle around a low table.
"Is this good?" said the first man to the air.
"Yes," said the voice
impatiently. "Get on with it."
"Has the incantation worked?"
asked the second man.
"Yes, my lord," said the
third. "As foretold in the ancient
scrolls, the two victims have been pulled from their world."
"Where are they now?" asked
the second man.
"We don't know, lord," the
first man stammered. "Our oracles have
seen it in the scrying glass."
The lord looked menacingly at
the other two, which had them close to groveling at his feet in seconds. "Then send a messenger out," he said. "Command him to seek them out and bring them
to me."
The other two stood up and
bowed. "Yes, lord Mikar," they said in
unison, and dashed away.
"So what'd you find?"
"Not much. Binder, soggy math book, five bucks in
quarters, some notes you passed me in class, The Return of the King,
some chapstick, A Tale of Two Cities for Lit class, keys. Oh, and a coupla Band-Aids."
Cara and Ashley were sitting
on the stone wall they had seen, which was sun-baked and warm after hours under
the sun. At the moment they were going
through their soaked bookbags, seeing if they had anything useful in their
possession that might help them in what obviously was a medieval time.
"Band-Aids might be useful,"
said Ashley. "You must think ahead
better than I do. I got Hitchhiker's
Guide to the Galaxy, keys, bubblegum, ten dollars, that watch that broke
last summer, a sweater, a coupla papers from last semester, and- oh! a major find..." She dug through her bag and pulled something out that was tangled
in yarn. "CD player," she said, waving
in front of Cara's face.
She grabbed it out of Ashley's
hands. "Ooh, glad you had this," she
said. "Hope you've got good
batteries. Got any CD's to go with it?"
"Lots. BBMak, Goo Goo Dolls, Matchbox 20,
Metallica-"
"Metallica?"
"Must be one of Danny's. Red Hot Chili Peppers, Third Eye Blind,
Vitamin C, Vertical Horizon, and the X-Files soundtrack."
"And those are in alphabetical
order?"
"Yup."
"Geez."
"Excuse me," said a voice
behind them, "but...you're dressed strangely and I can't quite understand your
language..are you new to this country?"
They turned around. Before them was a young man with blonde hair
and electric blue eyes. He was wearing
a simple green tunic and sturdy brown boots.
He was sitting on a beautiful stallion, and Ashley couldn't help but
wonder how he had snuck up on them without them hearing.
"Um...yeah, I guess you could
say we're from another country," Cara said, blushing. "Technically."
"In a matter of speaking,"
added Ashley, grinning. "In a way. To coin a-"
The man did not catch the look
Cara shot Ashley that clearly said shut
up. "What country are you from,
then?" he asked.
"It's a place
called...America," said Ashley hesitantly.
The young man seemed to be
racking his brains. Finally he shook
his head. "I'm sorry, but I've never
heard of this...America. How far away
is it?"
"Pretty far away, I'd say,"
answered Cara slowly. Maybe a thousand years and another universe
away, she added mentally.
"But at the moment we seem to
be a bit lost," said Ashley, slipping into what she called her 'olde-fashioned
talke'. "Do you think you might be able
to show us to the nearest town?"
"Sure!" He vaulted off his horse. "You can ride on Epona here. Don't worry, she won't hurt you unless I
tell her to." He grinned.
Cara hurriedly stuffed her
things back into her bookbag. "No
thanks, we'll walk," she said, smiling shly back at him.
"I'll ride if you'd rather walk with your sweetie over there,"
muttered Ashley, but was silenced when she was jabbed in the stomach by an
elbow.
"You sure?" said the man. "It's a long walk to Hyrule Castle Town."
"Certain," said Cara. "I couldn't possibly ride while you have to
walk."
He laughed. "You needn't worry about that, I've had my
share of long walks. But if you're all
so dead set on it, sure, we can all walk."
He took their bags and tied them to Epona's back, who was clearly not
happy about being a pack-horse. "But
don't say I didn't warn you when they raise the drawbridge before we get
there. We might have to camp out."
"Cool!" said Ashley. "I haven't been camping for ages!"
The man started walking,
whistling for Epona to follow. "Yes,
it'll be cool; autumn isn't far off. You
may find, though, that Hylian nights are more harsh than in America."
Ashley and Cara started
walking too. After a brief silence,
Cara suddenly exclaimed, "Geez, where's my brain today? We forgot to tell you our names! I'm Cara and this is Ashley."
"I'm Link," he said, turning
and grinning.
The third man that was dressed
in black hurried into the room where Lord Mikar sat, legs crossed and arms at
his sides. He waited anxiously for his
lord to rise from his meditation.
Mikar spoke without opening his
eyes. "I have told you not to interrupt
my meditation."
The man fidgeted
anxiously. "It is urgent, my lord. The victims have been joined by that fool,
Link."
He covered his face with his
hands, as if expecting a blow (which was not completely irrational, given
Mikar's temper), but it did not come.
Mikar merely opened his eyes and turned his steely gaze on the man. "Has the messenger left?"
"Riding like the wind even as
we speak, lord."
"Good," said Mikar. "And if the messenger fails, Jaro, you will
be held responsible.
Jaro bowed nervously and left.
After travelling for a while
at a leisurely pace, Link seemed to remember something and hurried them
on. An hour or two later, the sun was
just dipping below the horizon, and Cara was feeling as if her feet were about
to fall off.
Link stopped suddenly. He looked into the distance and leaned
forward, as if he had heard something.
Finally he stopped squinting and muttered an oath. Then he suddenly blushed furiously. "Sorry."
"That's okay," said Ashley. "I've heard plenty more where that came
from."
She opened her mouth, but Link
put up his hand. "No, really, I...don't
need a demonstration," he said awkwardly.
He sighed. "I guess we'll have
to stop here for the night. They just
raised the drawbridge."
"Good." Cara sat down immediately and massaged her
aching feet. Ashley did likewise.
Link smiled grimly. "I suppose you'll be wanting to ride
tomorrow?"
"Yes," they said enthusiastically.
Link dug in the saddlebag and
came out with three apples, throwing one to each girl and keeping the last for
himself. After the small but adequate
dinner, he got out a couple of blankets for them to sleep on.
As soon as they had gotten
themselves comfortable, Cara scooted closer to Ashley "What do you think we should do, once we get to the town?"
"Explore," said Ashley without
hesitation. "Y'know, look for damsels
in distress to rescue or something."
Cara shook her head. "I dunno, Ashley," she said. "I think we're in something waaay over our
heads here."
"Oh, come on," argued
Ashley. "Why do you have to be so
boring? I've read plenty of books where
someone was transported to another world, and it's always to save someone from certain death."
"But this isn't a story!"
exclaimed Cara, who, being one of the characters, didn't realize that this was a story. "This is real life! One
of us could get killed!"
Ashley sighed wearily. "Oh, fine then. As soon as we get to the town, we look for a way to get back
home."
"Good."
Cara fell silent for a
moment. Ashley counted down to
herself. "Three...two...one..."
"Not that I would mind slaying a dragon or two," Cara said
suddenly.
"Oh, go to sleep," muttered
Ashley, strangely satisfied with herself, and pulled the blanket over her head.
Cara awoke to a loud
noise. At first she thought it was her
alarm clock, and reached over to hit the snooze button. When all she found was grass, she opened her
eyes and remembered.
The rooster crowed again. It did not sound a bit like
'cock-a-doodle-doo'.
She sat up and rubbed the sleep
out of her eyes. Ashley was still
sleeping, and Link was nowhere to be found.
Epona, too, was gone.
She crawled over to Ashley's
recumbent form and shook her. "Wake up,
Shlee," she whispered, using her friend's nickname.
"You can't turn it off," murmured
Ashley, still in a dream state, and rolled over.
"C'mon, Ashley! Up and at 'em!" It had no effect.
She thought for a moment. Finally she said, "Look! Behind that rock! It's Scott Cohen!"
Ashley woke with a start. "Wha?
Wha?" Her eyes fell on
Cara. "Oh." She closed her eyes again.
"Just lemme sleep, willya?"
"Link and Epona are gone,"
whispered Cara urgently. "All that's
left is our backpacks."
She sat up and brushed her
hair out of her eyes. "So...you think
he abandoned us, or what?"
Cara looked flustered. "Well...no...but..."
"Oh, sure!" Ashley lowered her voice to a suitably
dramatic level and waved her arms about.
"'Link working for the enemy!
Ashley and Cara left alone in the wilderness! What will our heroes do?!' Sounds like the back of a book, if you
ask me."
"Now wait a minute," began
Cara.
Before she could finish her
sentence, they heard the distinct sound of hoofbeats. Ashley suddenly looked panicky.
"Link, or...someone else?"
"Look who's worried now," said Cara, then turned
serious. "Um...we'll hide in these
bushes, just in case it's a bad guy, and if it's Link, we can jump out and
surprise him." She huddled behind a
bush.
Ashley sat down next to
her. "Let me guess- you got that idea
out of Lord of the Rings?" she said, a wry look on her face.
Cara didn't answer. She was watching the road. The hoofbeats were getting louder. If she squinted, she could see clouds of
dust.
"Here he comes," whispered
Ashley, excitement filling her voice as if they were about to go down a steep
drop on a rollercoaster.
Cara was too tense to tell her
to be quiet. The rider was getting
closer every second, and the thorns poking her in the side were no help.
They both held their breath.
The messenger leaned back, the
busy streets of Hyrule Castle Town below.
The view from the roof of the Temple of Time was fantastic, but
sight-seeing was not a part of the mission.
In any case, there was little time for it. According to the plot, which had settled down considerably, the
two girls from the parallel dimension should enter the town within the
hour. And from this vantage point,
their detection would be inevitable.
The messenger smiled the manic
grin of an evil mastermind. Lord Mikar
would be pleased. Promotion was
imminent.
The rider galloped over the
crest of the hill. Cara could not tell
what he looked like- whoever he was, he was enveloped in shadow.
The rider pulled in the reins
of his horse and looked around. He
dismounted.
"Weapons?" breathed Cara,
afraid to even breath.
Ashley shook her head, and put
a finger to her lips.
The rider seemed to notice
something. He strode towards them
purposefully. Cara felt like she was
about to explode from sheer suspense.
The figure disappeared for a
moment behind the foliage. Suddenly the
familiar face of Link appeared over the edge of the bush. "What are you two doing behind this bush?"
he said, a bit suspiciously.
Cara and Ashley sighed
simultaneously, letting out all the tension that had been building in them in
the past few moments. They glanced at
each other, then fell to the ground in fits of laughter.
"What is it? What's so funny?"
This only made the girls laugh
harder.
"Listen, we don't have time
for this. We've got to get to Hyrule
Castle Town as soon as possible." The
two girls stopped giggling as best they could and sat up. Link continued, "I've just received an
important message from the Princess.
She needs my help immediately."
"Is that where you were?"
asked Ashley.
Link brightened visibly. "No, I was getting breakfast from my friend
Malon." He reached into a basket by his
side, which had gone previously unnoticed.
"Hard boiled eggs this morning.
We can eat on the move."
They reached the town without
much ado. While Link was setting up
Epona in a stable near the gate, the two girls were looking around in awe.
"It's so big," said Cara.
"It's not as big as Saint
Louis," said Ashley skeptically.
She looked at her
irritably. "That's not the point," said
Cara. "It's impressive."
"Exactly what I thought first
I saw it," said a voice behind them.
They turned to see Link coming out from the stables, wiping his hands on
his tunic. "I was only ten at the time,
and it was the biggest place I had ever seen."
"Well, no wonder." Ashley waved her arms around. "It's so.. so... so..."
"Big," supplied Cara.
"Right. Big."
"And impressive. Don't forget impressive."
"Impressive, right. Right."
"Not to mention beautiful."
"Yeah, yeah, beautiful, now
would you please shut up?"
Link laughed quietly and said,
"Come on. Wait until you see the castle."
The two girls were led along
the wide avenue that led into town.
After passing a residential strip, they entered the market square.
Cara stopped and looked around
in amazement. The cobbled streets, the
medieval architecture, the faint smell of horses- it was all exactly as she had
always pictured a medieval city, and more.
Besides haggling and buying, the people strolled about and chatted
good-naturedly. On a terrace to her
left, tables had been set out and people were lounging and sipping drinks. They
even have plumbing, she thought, eyeing a fountain in the center of the
square.
Cara suddenly became aware
that Link had said something to her.
"What?" she said, distracted.
Link smiled. "I asked if you liked it here"
"I want to live here," Cara replied breathlessly,
her eyes wide.
"Whatever happened to finding
our way back home?" asked Ashley wryly in an aside to Cara.
"Well, we'll do that later,"
said Cara, knowing she was contradicting what she had said before. "I... want to explore a little first."
Ashley chuckled and shook her
head. "Remind me never to ask you to
keep a promise."
They continued along the
street, which was now sloping gently upward.
Link stopped them at the fountain Cara had noticed earlier. "All right, let's stop here for a while," he
said. "I could point out some of the
sights, if you want."
The girls nodded yes to both
suggestions and sat down on the edge of the fountain. Link sat on the ground so that they could be more or less eye
level with each other.
"That," he began, pointing to
their right, where a flight of steps climbed up to the terrace where a large
cathedral stood, while the author realized that the sentence was becoming much
too long, "is the Temple of Time. It
was built by the Ancient Sages long ago to protect the entrance to the Sacred
Realm."
As Link continued, Cara tried
to pay attention, but inevitably her mind would wander back to those Sages he
had mentioned. Finally she gave up
trying to listen and let her mind do what it wanted to.
She swirled her finger idly in
the water flowing through the fountain.
If there were any of those Sages around today, then maybe they could
magic her back home. But... she didn't
really want to leave. She had always
dreamed about something like this happening, and here it was, coming true. Then again, what if things got
dangerous? She didn't intend on dying
any time soon.
So all it really came down to
was why she was here. Was it just
random chance, or was she brought here to go on some death-ridden adventure?
Cara glanced at Ashley, who
was fully absorbed in Link's tour. She knew that if either of the girls had to
go on a mission, the other would insist to go too. The would always stick together.
But she didn't want to risk her friend's life just so they could go on
some adventure.
Cara looked at Link. Obviously he had seen battle, considering
the sword on his back, but he wasn't immortal.
One well-aimed arrow could be the end of him. She didn't want to risk him, either.
What could she do? She hated to waste this golden opportunity,
but she also hated to waste innocent lives.
Suddenly the thought struck
her. What she wanted was answers, and
the Sages might be able to give them to her.
She made up her mind. "Link?"
Link stopped in
mid-sentence. "Um, yes?"
"I... need to tell you
something."
Ashley, sensing what Cara was
about to say, shot her an angry look, but remained quiet.
Doing her best to ignore her
friend's silent rebuke, Cara told Link their story. When she finished, he had a thoughtful look on his face. He was silent for a while before he
spoke. "Well, I'm not quite sure what
to do with the two of you," he said finally.
"But I know someone who might."
He stood up, and motioned for the other two to do the same. "I'm going to take you to see the Princess
Zelda."
"If you ever do that again,"
growled a voice, "I will personally strangle you."
The narrator was very confused
at this point. For one thing, he had no
idea what it was he did. Furthermore,
as a narrator, he was immaterial, and therefore had no throat to strangle; and
he said so.
"Yes," conceded the voice,
sounding amused in an evil sort of way.
"But I am the author, and can
do whatever I want..."
The narrator was... AACK!
Okay, okay, uncle, uncle! Hack,
hack... What did the narrator do?!
"You criticized my writing,"
said the voice, slightly tightening her grip on the narrator's immaterial but
still vital throat. "And quit talking
in third person, willya?"
When did the nar... Er, I mean, when did I criticize your
writing?
"About a page ago," answered
the voice. "Remember, when you said
that 'the sentence was becoming much too long'?"
I was just stating the
obvious...
"Well, don't state the obvious
anymore!" shouted the voice.
"Especially when it criticizing my writing. Got it?"
Yes, ma'am! I salute you!
"You can't salute," said the
voice. "You've got no hands. You're immaterial, remember?"
Well, if I'm immaterial, then
how can you strangle me?
"Uhhhh... Let's
just get on with the next scene, shall we?"