A/N: The rest of the ficcy should go faster (it's gonna be short) cuz I've got most o' the rest all planned out. If you like this fic, and i guess u must if u actually came this far, don't worry. when it's all done, I'll rewrite it longer and also make a sequel! Now, here comes some action...
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A small bell tinkled as the two walked in the shop. A man's voice called from behind the counter.
"Be with you in a moment! Please read the sign and feel free to look around."
"'Kay," Kyrie answered. Link already knew what the sign said, so he didn't need to look, but Kyrie wanted to know if it said the same thing as in the game.
-HAPPY MASK SHOP-
Please read this sign before you use this shop.
-How This Shop Works-
We do not sell masks at this shop.
We just lend them to you. You
sell the loaned masks on your own.
You pay back the money owed, and
we will lend you a newer model.
You can borrow the masks again for
free anytime. However, you may
only sell certain models once.
Please try our shop!
-Happy Mask Shop Owner
"Well, it's mostly the same," she said to herself aloud. The owner poked his head out from behind the back door and walked over to the counter. The place looks a different, too, she thought.
"Welcome. How may I help you?" she heard the man say.
"Just looking for now, thanks," Link answered. The man nodded and Kyrie walked over to the wall, where there were shelves holding all sorts of masks. Zombies, skeletons, fairies, complex designs, and several masks that looked suspiciously like characters from Mario stared back at her. She realized Link had said something.
"What?"
"I said, if you want one, I'll borrow it and you can buy it with all those rupees you found."
"Oh, ok," she said, and went back to examining the masks. Gerudo, Zora, Goron, Deku, Bunny Hood-
Keaton.
Kyrie's eyes grew large. She grabbed the foxlike mask and sidled over to Link who was looking at some of the rare patterned masks on the other side of the room. She whispered in his ear, making him jump.
"Link! I want..." She pulled the mask out from behind her with a flourish. "This one!"
"Keaton? Alright. But are you sure?" He asked. There were some others that he would think she'd like more that were still within the range of her price limit. Her choice was a slightly old but sturdy version of the mask, carved out of a piece of wood with a thin but sturdy colored metal sheet over it.
"'Course I'm sure! I'm always sure of everything," she assured him, before adding thoughtfully, "Unless I'm wrong... But anyways Keaton is supposed to be lucky, right?" Link shook nodded his head and smiled as he went to the counter.
"Hey, aren't you going to get one?" Kyrie wondered.
"Nope. I've already got the only ones I need. He showed her mini versions of the Zora, Goron, and Deku masks, along with the Mask of Truth. All these he kept in a little pouch hanging on his belt next to his wallet.
"They're...so..."
"Tiny?" Link asked. He pulled the Mask of Truth out, and Kyrie watched with interest as it enlarged to just the right size. "Zelda showed me how to put a spell on all my stuff, so it stays small unless I need it." The mask shrank and he put it back. "I'd never be able to carry all my equipment otherwise." So -that's- how he can keep it with him all the time, she thought. Cool. I should ask him how to do it. It would make lugging schoolbooks around -so- much easier.
"Hey, I just thought of something," she said to Link as they left the shop.
"Hm?"
"Is time passing, d'you think, back where I came from? If it is, than I -have- to find a way to get back, soon. I mean, I knew of course that we'd have to figure out a way to get home sometime, but I was hoping I could stay here for a while."
"Oh, jeez. That's right! I'm sure if we had the Ocarina of Time we'd be able to work something with it to get you home." Kyrie stopped walking.
"So that's it, then. I'm gonna hafta help you find it!" Link turned to her.
"But we haven't a clue where to start. Unless --until-- Zelda has a prophetic dream, we really can't do anything."
"True. Umm... We'll figure something out." Kyrie ran her fingers along the mask and slipped it on. She looked at Link through the areas in the mask where it was magicked so it would be transparent for the wearer. "By George, Linkster-man," she said quietly. "I think I've got it."
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Ursa serFarin flattened herself against the roof and held her breath. Fortune was with her; the Hylian had not seen her among the shadows. Cautiously, she moved again, for she knew that the Hero of Time was no fool, and would have recognized her for what she was.
She was a Farin, an assassin whose arrows sought out the flesh of the good, and whose greedy hand sought the money of dark employers. If glimpsed, she would appear to most to be an average citizen, going about her business. Only the few who could work magic would recognize her, and she knew that Link could. The girl she wasn't sure of, so she used all of her powers of stealth to creep through the elongated twilight shadows. Ursa watched them as they talked, and the people around them began to disperse. There was nobody in the way now, and Kyrie was facing in the direction of the building the assassin crouched upon.
Silently, Ursa pulled an arrow onto her longbow and took aim. Then she let the arrow fly. At this close of range, there was no way she could miss.
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"Consectetuer adipiscing elit."
It was that same whispery voice that had summoned Ursa. A pure white, slender hand reached out, palm facing out, and stroked the image in the jelly-like blob.
"Sleep well, Princess."
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Zelda smiled in her sleep. She had found the answer. She knew where to start! She began to wake herself up. It didn't work. That's funny, she thought. She tried again.
And again.
And again.
It was impossible. Somehow, she had become trapped inside her dreams. Someone-or something- didn't want Link and Kyrie to find the Ocarina of Time.
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A/N: God, I love cliffhangers. :)
Next eppie: ... Er, I haven't thought of a title for the next episode! *^.^*
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A small bell tinkled as the two walked in the shop. A man's voice called from behind the counter.
"Be with you in a moment! Please read the sign and feel free to look around."
"'Kay," Kyrie answered. Link already knew what the sign said, so he didn't need to look, but Kyrie wanted to know if it said the same thing as in the game.
-HAPPY MASK SHOP-
Please read this sign before you use this shop.
-How This Shop Works-
We do not sell masks at this shop.
We just lend them to you. You
sell the loaned masks on your own.
You pay back the money owed, and
we will lend you a newer model.
You can borrow the masks again for
free anytime. However, you may
only sell certain models once.
Please try our shop!
-Happy Mask Shop Owner
"Well, it's mostly the same," she said to herself aloud. The owner poked his head out from behind the back door and walked over to the counter. The place looks a different, too, she thought.
"Welcome. How may I help you?" she heard the man say.
"Just looking for now, thanks," Link answered. The man nodded and Kyrie walked over to the wall, where there were shelves holding all sorts of masks. Zombies, skeletons, fairies, complex designs, and several masks that looked suspiciously like characters from Mario stared back at her. She realized Link had said something.
"What?"
"I said, if you want one, I'll borrow it and you can buy it with all those rupees you found."
"Oh, ok," she said, and went back to examining the masks. Gerudo, Zora, Goron, Deku, Bunny Hood-
Keaton.
Kyrie's eyes grew large. She grabbed the foxlike mask and sidled over to Link who was looking at some of the rare patterned masks on the other side of the room. She whispered in his ear, making him jump.
"Link! I want..." She pulled the mask out from behind her with a flourish. "This one!"
"Keaton? Alright. But are you sure?" He asked. There were some others that he would think she'd like more that were still within the range of her price limit. Her choice was a slightly old but sturdy version of the mask, carved out of a piece of wood with a thin but sturdy colored metal sheet over it.
"'Course I'm sure! I'm always sure of everything," she assured him, before adding thoughtfully, "Unless I'm wrong... But anyways Keaton is supposed to be lucky, right?" Link shook nodded his head and smiled as he went to the counter.
"Hey, aren't you going to get one?" Kyrie wondered.
"Nope. I've already got the only ones I need. He showed her mini versions of the Zora, Goron, and Deku masks, along with the Mask of Truth. All these he kept in a little pouch hanging on his belt next to his wallet.
"They're...so..."
"Tiny?" Link asked. He pulled the Mask of Truth out, and Kyrie watched with interest as it enlarged to just the right size. "Zelda showed me how to put a spell on all my stuff, so it stays small unless I need it." The mask shrank and he put it back. "I'd never be able to carry all my equipment otherwise." So -that's- how he can keep it with him all the time, she thought. Cool. I should ask him how to do it. It would make lugging schoolbooks around -so- much easier.
"Hey, I just thought of something," she said to Link as they left the shop.
"Hm?"
"Is time passing, d'you think, back where I came from? If it is, than I -have- to find a way to get back, soon. I mean, I knew of course that we'd have to figure out a way to get home sometime, but I was hoping I could stay here for a while."
"Oh, jeez. That's right! I'm sure if we had the Ocarina of Time we'd be able to work something with it to get you home." Kyrie stopped walking.
"So that's it, then. I'm gonna hafta help you find it!" Link turned to her.
"But we haven't a clue where to start. Unless --until-- Zelda has a prophetic dream, we really can't do anything."
"True. Umm... We'll figure something out." Kyrie ran her fingers along the mask and slipped it on. She looked at Link through the areas in the mask where it was magicked so it would be transparent for the wearer. "By George, Linkster-man," she said quietly. "I think I've got it."
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Ursa serFarin flattened herself against the roof and held her breath. Fortune was with her; the Hylian had not seen her among the shadows. Cautiously, she moved again, for she knew that the Hero of Time was no fool, and would have recognized her for what she was.
She was a Farin, an assassin whose arrows sought out the flesh of the good, and whose greedy hand sought the money of dark employers. If glimpsed, she would appear to most to be an average citizen, going about her business. Only the few who could work magic would recognize her, and she knew that Link could. The girl she wasn't sure of, so she used all of her powers of stealth to creep through the elongated twilight shadows. Ursa watched them as they talked, and the people around them began to disperse. There was nobody in the way now, and Kyrie was facing in the direction of the building the assassin crouched upon.
Silently, Ursa pulled an arrow onto her longbow and took aim. Then she let the arrow fly. At this close of range, there was no way she could miss.
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"Consectetuer adipiscing elit."
It was that same whispery voice that had summoned Ursa. A pure white, slender hand reached out, palm facing out, and stroked the image in the jelly-like blob.
"Sleep well, Princess."
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Zelda smiled in her sleep. She had found the answer. She knew where to start! She began to wake herself up. It didn't work. That's funny, she thought. She tried again.
And again.
And again.
It was impossible. Somehow, she had become trapped inside her dreams. Someone-or something- didn't want Link and Kyrie to find the Ocarina of Time.
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A/N: God, I love cliffhangers. :)
Next eppie: ... Er, I haven't thought of a title for the next episode! *^.^*
