A few things: First of all, I edited a few grammatical errors in chapter 7. Second of all, to Seproth (and everyone, really), Ganondorf won't be in this fic, but he will be in the sequel (yes, there is going to be a sequel.) I've already planned out the first three chapters of it, and it's about not only everyone in this fic (except the chic who dies), but also their children, and it'll be called "The Wheel of Time". So happy reading!
Chapter 8: A Not-So-Secret Engagement
Today was easily the most depressing day ever in Saria's fairly long life. Any moment now, Malon would come walking down the aisle in her flowing white wedding dress, looking like an angel, and she and Link would be married. And Saria, of all people, had been asked by Malon to be the Maid of Honor because she was "one of the only girls who I talk to and really nice." It almost made Saria feel bad about giving Malon those moredania leaves...almost being the key word there.
Saria looked across the altar to where Darunia was standing, about three times as tall as her and at least twice as thick. Link had asked him to be his Best Man, because Rauru would be the one actually marrying Malon and Link.
Malon waited in the small waiting room that had been constructed for her. It had been Link's idea to get married right here at the ranch, but first they had cleared away the horse corral and other fences, and made it a nice, open space.
Malon was happy enough, but she was also sad because her father wasn't here for her on the most important day of her life. He certainly hoped he had found her mother, but she still wished he were home.
The ceremony began. When it came time for Malon to walk down the aisle, she was almost shaking from nerves. Almost everyone in Hyrule had attended the wedding because it was the Hero of Time's wedding, and Malon could even now hear murmurs of "She's the luckiest girl in Hyrule!" and "I sure wish I was her!" After hearing this, Malon couldn't help but smile.
The ceremony was extremely long, and Saria fidgeted the entire time. She sent out thoughts of bad luck at both Link and Malon, but for the most part she just stared into space aimlessly. When it was finally over and Link and Malon had been declared husband and wife, Saria felt like cheering, but she also felt sick to her stomach. They were married. Never again would she have a chance with Link. And now, even if the baby did die, they would still be married! Saria nearly started crying on the spot but managed to control herself. After the wedding she could cry as long as she liked.
~~~
At the reception, Link was dancing with Malon when Zelda tapped Malon on the shoulder gently, smiling. "Mind if I cut in?" she asked. Malon smiled back and stepped aside. Zelda put her arms around Link, laughing inwardly at the surprise on his face.
"I didn't even think you'd come to the wedding, let alone dance with me," he murmured, still looking shocked.
"Yes, well, maybe I'm not as evil as you think," said Zelda, grinning wickedly. Sure enough, Link began to protest, "I don't think you're evil! I-" but she cut him off.
"I was kidding, Link. Calm down." But inside she was aching. She would be married to Rauru after all. Now that Link and Malon were officially married, it felt more like reality to her, and she didn't like the feeling at all. When the song was drawing to an end, she whispered, "I love you, Link. I always have and I always will." He stared down into her eyes for a few moments, not speaking. And then he said, "I love you too, Zelda."
She sighed softly. "But it's not the same. You're not in love with me."
And then he said, even softer than she had, "Don't be so sure of that, Zelda." And then the song ended, and he pulled away.
Zelda stared after him, mouth hanging open, all of her elegance and formalities temporarily forgotten. Then she sighed, because even if he was falling in love with her, what good did it do now?
~~~
Michael paced back and forth in his jail cell, a mere hole of dirt and dust and not much else. He didn't know it, but it was the exact same cell the Hero of Time had once stayed in, and many people would have loved to see it.
But even if he had known that, he wouldn't have cared. Most of the guards at the palace despised Link, fr one thing, and for another, he had been in there for three days, without food or water. He was beginning to wonder if they were just going to let him starve to death when a voice said, "I want to see him! NOW!"
It sounded just like Nabooru. Would she get him out of here?
After he had stormed away from her, he had somehow made it back to the Gerudo Fortress with the help of the Poe in the desert, and he wondered how he had seen it when only Nabooru had been able to see it before. (Unknown to him, Nabooru had enchanted his vision so he could see the Poe.) But it hadn't exactly helped him like he had thought it would. Ironic, he thought. That's how everything with Nabooru seemed to go. Good at first, and then it all comes crashing down.
"Michael?" Nabooru's head appeared in the hole at the top of his cell, and he stared back up at her.
"What do you want?" he asked, annoyed and weak. "I've been here for three days, I'm starved and dehydrated, and I wish I were dead! You better have something pretty good to tell me!"
"I do." But there was no hint of flirtation in Nabooru's voice, not even a whisper of it. She was as solemn and serious as she had been when she told him why she had saved him. And then she had dropped into thte chamber with him, and she was carrying a bag of...what, exactly?
"I come with food," she said, winking, and handed him the sack. Ignoring her comment, he devoured the food-dried cranberries, biscuits and a couple of prunes-within minutes, then stared at her.
"What do you want?"
"That's a nice way to greet your savior. They would have starved you if it weren't for me, you know."
"And that's a bad thing?"
Nabooru sighed. "Michael, I'm sorry, all right?"
"You're sorry? You think being sorry will just magically make everything all right? I don't think so! You have me stay with you for two entire months, you shower me with affection all for your own benefit, and you think apologizing is going to help?!"
"I guess not."
"No! Of course it's not! I'm tired of the desert, and I'm tired of your maniac followers, and I'm especially tired of you!"
Nabooru sighed once more. "If you want to go, you can go."
"Fine. I'm leaving. Goodbye." Michael stood up, and then realized stupidly that he couldn't leave. "How exactly do I get our of here again?"
"You don't." Nabooru stood up to her full height, a good two inches taller than Michael. "I already let you leave once, Michael, and I'm not letting you go again until you answer a few questions."
"Fine. Ask away."
"Actually, it's just one question." Nabooru reached into her pocket and pulled out an opaque but extremely shiny orange and black stone. It was about the size of the palm of her hand and perfectly oval, but it was so smooth it seemed impossible that it had been carved. "Michael, this is the Fire Stone. Have you heard of it before?" She placed it gently on his hand. He took it slowly, as though in a dream.
"Is this the stone from the Temple of Time?" he asked, awed.
"No," she said, laughing. "You're thinking of the Spiritual Stone of Fire. That stone is actually a ruby, it's much bigger than this, and it's red, not orange." She paused, and then said, "It's a precious stone in the desert, passed down from generation to generation. It's a little like the Zora's Sapphire, though, in that the female leader of the Gerudos gives it whoever she thinks is worthy of it." Then Nabooru laughed. "It's never been given away by a Gerudo before. We've always thought men were unworthy.
"Michael, I think you are worthy. Will you be the first man to ever possess it?" Awed, Michael began to say yes, but Nabooru stopped him. "There's a catch, though. Three, actually."
"What are they?"
"One, you will possess magical powers the rest of your life. Do you accept that?"
Michael laughed. "No...of course I do!"
"Two, you will stay here for the rest of your life. Do you accept that?"
Michael paused, unsure. Then he answered, "It's not like I have a choice. One of the Gerudos told me I'm wanted now in Hyrule, too."
"And three...you will marry me, and love me the rest of your life. Do you acce-do you want that, Michael?"
He paused once more, hesitated, and then made a motion as though to hand the stone back to Nabooru. Her face fell, but then he picked her up, embracing her, and said, "Yes, I do want that! But we haven't done it properly!" He got on his knees, and Nabooru tried to hold back a laugh. He held the stone out to her. "Nabooru, will you marry me?"
She finally let the laugh out, and said, "Yes, Michael. Of course I will marry you." I asked you first, she thought, smiling to herself. But she didn't say that. She just picked him up and, to his surprise, swung him around as though he weighed nothing.
When she put him down, Michael asked, "Nabooru?"
"Yes, Michael?"
"Can you tell the Gerudos who I am now so I can get out of here? I've been here for three days."
"Oh yeah! Sorry!" Nabooru called to the Gerudos to tell them the wonderful (well, to them, horrible) news. But even as they all looked at her, disgusted, and even though Nabooru was beginning to fear they wouldn't let her out now, she couldn't help but think to herself, Life is wonderful. Truly wonderful.
~~~
Lol! I was just going through my new reviews when I noticed someone named "Mr. Bigg" wrote, "Ahh, Moredania leaves... the birth control pill of Hyrule," and I started cracking up! I never thought of it that way! But it actually is a lot worse than birth control pills...it's sort of like an abortion pill, only worse because if it doesn't work while the person's actually pregant (Malon's still got seven months to go, don't worry), then the birth can be terrible, as I mentioned before, and usually the baby dies a very painful death. Anyway, enough of my blabbing! I hope you enjoyed the chapter!
Chapter 8: A Not-So-Secret Engagement
Today was easily the most depressing day ever in Saria's fairly long life. Any moment now, Malon would come walking down the aisle in her flowing white wedding dress, looking like an angel, and she and Link would be married. And Saria, of all people, had been asked by Malon to be the Maid of Honor because she was "one of the only girls who I talk to and really nice." It almost made Saria feel bad about giving Malon those moredania leaves...almost being the key word there.
Saria looked across the altar to where Darunia was standing, about three times as tall as her and at least twice as thick. Link had asked him to be his Best Man, because Rauru would be the one actually marrying Malon and Link.
Malon waited in the small waiting room that had been constructed for her. It had been Link's idea to get married right here at the ranch, but first they had cleared away the horse corral and other fences, and made it a nice, open space.
Malon was happy enough, but she was also sad because her father wasn't here for her on the most important day of her life. He certainly hoped he had found her mother, but she still wished he were home.
The ceremony began. When it came time for Malon to walk down the aisle, she was almost shaking from nerves. Almost everyone in Hyrule had attended the wedding because it was the Hero of Time's wedding, and Malon could even now hear murmurs of "She's the luckiest girl in Hyrule!" and "I sure wish I was her!" After hearing this, Malon couldn't help but smile.
The ceremony was extremely long, and Saria fidgeted the entire time. She sent out thoughts of bad luck at both Link and Malon, but for the most part she just stared into space aimlessly. When it was finally over and Link and Malon had been declared husband and wife, Saria felt like cheering, but she also felt sick to her stomach. They were married. Never again would she have a chance with Link. And now, even if the baby did die, they would still be married! Saria nearly started crying on the spot but managed to control herself. After the wedding she could cry as long as she liked.
~~~
At the reception, Link was dancing with Malon when Zelda tapped Malon on the shoulder gently, smiling. "Mind if I cut in?" she asked. Malon smiled back and stepped aside. Zelda put her arms around Link, laughing inwardly at the surprise on his face.
"I didn't even think you'd come to the wedding, let alone dance with me," he murmured, still looking shocked.
"Yes, well, maybe I'm not as evil as you think," said Zelda, grinning wickedly. Sure enough, Link began to protest, "I don't think you're evil! I-" but she cut him off.
"I was kidding, Link. Calm down." But inside she was aching. She would be married to Rauru after all. Now that Link and Malon were officially married, it felt more like reality to her, and she didn't like the feeling at all. When the song was drawing to an end, she whispered, "I love you, Link. I always have and I always will." He stared down into her eyes for a few moments, not speaking. And then he said, "I love you too, Zelda."
She sighed softly. "But it's not the same. You're not in love with me."
And then he said, even softer than she had, "Don't be so sure of that, Zelda." And then the song ended, and he pulled away.
Zelda stared after him, mouth hanging open, all of her elegance and formalities temporarily forgotten. Then she sighed, because even if he was falling in love with her, what good did it do now?
~~~
Michael paced back and forth in his jail cell, a mere hole of dirt and dust and not much else. He didn't know it, but it was the exact same cell the Hero of Time had once stayed in, and many people would have loved to see it.
But even if he had known that, he wouldn't have cared. Most of the guards at the palace despised Link, fr one thing, and for another, he had been in there for three days, without food or water. He was beginning to wonder if they were just going to let him starve to death when a voice said, "I want to see him! NOW!"
It sounded just like Nabooru. Would she get him out of here?
After he had stormed away from her, he had somehow made it back to the Gerudo Fortress with the help of the Poe in the desert, and he wondered how he had seen it when only Nabooru had been able to see it before. (Unknown to him, Nabooru had enchanted his vision so he could see the Poe.) But it hadn't exactly helped him like he had thought it would. Ironic, he thought. That's how everything with Nabooru seemed to go. Good at first, and then it all comes crashing down.
"Michael?" Nabooru's head appeared in the hole at the top of his cell, and he stared back up at her.
"What do you want?" he asked, annoyed and weak. "I've been here for three days, I'm starved and dehydrated, and I wish I were dead! You better have something pretty good to tell me!"
"I do." But there was no hint of flirtation in Nabooru's voice, not even a whisper of it. She was as solemn and serious as she had been when she told him why she had saved him. And then she had dropped into thte chamber with him, and she was carrying a bag of...what, exactly?
"I come with food," she said, winking, and handed him the sack. Ignoring her comment, he devoured the food-dried cranberries, biscuits and a couple of prunes-within minutes, then stared at her.
"What do you want?"
"That's a nice way to greet your savior. They would have starved you if it weren't for me, you know."
"And that's a bad thing?"
Nabooru sighed. "Michael, I'm sorry, all right?"
"You're sorry? You think being sorry will just magically make everything all right? I don't think so! You have me stay with you for two entire months, you shower me with affection all for your own benefit, and you think apologizing is going to help?!"
"I guess not."
"No! Of course it's not! I'm tired of the desert, and I'm tired of your maniac followers, and I'm especially tired of you!"
Nabooru sighed once more. "If you want to go, you can go."
"Fine. I'm leaving. Goodbye." Michael stood up, and then realized stupidly that he couldn't leave. "How exactly do I get our of here again?"
"You don't." Nabooru stood up to her full height, a good two inches taller than Michael. "I already let you leave once, Michael, and I'm not letting you go again until you answer a few questions."
"Fine. Ask away."
"Actually, it's just one question." Nabooru reached into her pocket and pulled out an opaque but extremely shiny orange and black stone. It was about the size of the palm of her hand and perfectly oval, but it was so smooth it seemed impossible that it had been carved. "Michael, this is the Fire Stone. Have you heard of it before?" She placed it gently on his hand. He took it slowly, as though in a dream.
"Is this the stone from the Temple of Time?" he asked, awed.
"No," she said, laughing. "You're thinking of the Spiritual Stone of Fire. That stone is actually a ruby, it's much bigger than this, and it's red, not orange." She paused, and then said, "It's a precious stone in the desert, passed down from generation to generation. It's a little like the Zora's Sapphire, though, in that the female leader of the Gerudos gives it whoever she thinks is worthy of it." Then Nabooru laughed. "It's never been given away by a Gerudo before. We've always thought men were unworthy.
"Michael, I think you are worthy. Will you be the first man to ever possess it?" Awed, Michael began to say yes, but Nabooru stopped him. "There's a catch, though. Three, actually."
"What are they?"
"One, you will possess magical powers the rest of your life. Do you accept that?"
Michael laughed. "No...of course I do!"
"Two, you will stay here for the rest of your life. Do you accept that?"
Michael paused, unsure. Then he answered, "It's not like I have a choice. One of the Gerudos told me I'm wanted now in Hyrule, too."
"And three...you will marry me, and love me the rest of your life. Do you acce-do you want that, Michael?"
He paused once more, hesitated, and then made a motion as though to hand the stone back to Nabooru. Her face fell, but then he picked her up, embracing her, and said, "Yes, I do want that! But we haven't done it properly!" He got on his knees, and Nabooru tried to hold back a laugh. He held the stone out to her. "Nabooru, will you marry me?"
She finally let the laugh out, and said, "Yes, Michael. Of course I will marry you." I asked you first, she thought, smiling to herself. But she didn't say that. She just picked him up and, to his surprise, swung him around as though he weighed nothing.
When she put him down, Michael asked, "Nabooru?"
"Yes, Michael?"
"Can you tell the Gerudos who I am now so I can get out of here? I've been here for three days."
"Oh yeah! Sorry!" Nabooru called to the Gerudos to tell them the wonderful (well, to them, horrible) news. But even as they all looked at her, disgusted, and even though Nabooru was beginning to fear they wouldn't let her out now, she couldn't help but think to herself, Life is wonderful. Truly wonderful.
~~~
Lol! I was just going through my new reviews when I noticed someone named "Mr. Bigg" wrote, "Ahh, Moredania leaves... the birth control pill of Hyrule," and I started cracking up! I never thought of it that way! But it actually is a lot worse than birth control pills...it's sort of like an abortion pill, only worse because if it doesn't work while the person's actually pregant (Malon's still got seven months to go, don't worry), then the birth can be terrible, as I mentioned before, and usually the baby dies a very painful death. Anyway, enough of my blabbing! I hope you enjoyed the chapter!
