LINK AND THE WATER TEMPLE OF DOOM
AUTHORS NOTES 2
This is the updated version of the second chapter. One of my readers pointed out the old woman I originally had was actually a man. I also updated a few other things. Made the legend bit a bit better and so on.
11-4-03
DISCLAIMER: I don't own or create the character 'Link', 'Ruto', 'Sheik', or anything else in the Zelda games. Nintendo did. And good on em. On the other hand, I did write this. Do not steal it. Or I'll crash a plane into your house.
RATING: This chapter has a rating of PG. It has some weird food, no adult themes, no swearing, and nothing that could really offend anyone. Unless weird food upsets you. It also has spoilers from the computer game, so playing it through is suggested first. Or at least playing past the water temple. Anyway, on with the show.
CHAPTER 2
Sheik spoke. 'Link, you need to destroy the demon. It is the only way' Link nodded. 'But how? If the temple is on the bottom of the lake, I would drown before I even reached the entrance. Sheik looked at him. "This is true. But there is a way to travel underwater without drowning." Sheik sat down. "Do you know the story behind why the Zora's defend Hyrules water supply?" Link sat down, and prepared himself for another legend.
Sheik leaned back against the rock face, and stared off into space. A long time ago, in the great war, when the Gerudo's were at war with all of Hyrilia, the Gerudo's sent a lone woman to poison the river which provides water for all of Hyrule. The river mouth was guarded by Hyrilians, as they suspected the Gerudo's would try such a thing. But the Gerudo woman had in her possession a artifact created by one of the Gerudo sorceresses which allowed her to breath underwater, so she slipped past the guards unnoticed, and made her way up the river. She swam up through the narrow streams, and climbed up the waterfalls, until she had reached this lake. She was planning to destroy the magic which caused the lake to fill. This would have led to Hyrules river drying up, and the whole of Hyrule would have become a extension of the desert she came from. She was half way through her spell when the tribe of Zora's who lived here felt the spells ill influence through the water, and prevented her from completing it. Together, they managed to defeat her. But they lost many of their number in the fight. When the war was over, and the king of Hyrule discovered what the Zora's had done, he signed a treaty with them. They would protect Hyrules water supply, and the kingdom of Hyrule would protect them if they ever came under threat."
Link sighed. "But what about the Gerudo? What happened to her body?" Sheik pointed towards the center of the lake, towards the dark waters beneath the ice. "Her bones are still down there somewhere, but the water-breather was recovered. Sheik held out his hand. A small silver plate lay in her palm. "With this, you can breath underwater. With this, you can enter the temple of the Zora's. The Water Temple. Link reached out, and took the silver plate from Sheiks delicate hand. The entire outside of the plate had thin lines etched into it, which swirled around and through each other. And no matter how far he followed a line, he could never find the ending.
"How do you know of these things?" he asked. "How do you know so much?" Sheik looked at him, and took a step backwards. 'This is not the place for such talk' he said, and threw a deku nut at the ground. It flashed, and when Link could see again, Sheik was gone.
Link finally reached Hyrule lake, after a two and a half day ride by horseback. Hyrule lake was in a similar state as the valley of the Zora's. The lake was only half full, and the whole lake was surrounded by a thick ring of dried brown mud, with only the occasional rock showing through. The water wasn't as cold as the river through the Zora valley though.The water must have heated up on its journey through Hyrule towards the lake. The paths and bridges near the lake were still in good repair, unlike the ones leading through the Zora's valley. Someone had been looking after them. The smoke coming from the chimney of the house by the edge of the lake answered the question of who. It was near dark, and Link was weary from a full day's ride, so he decided to ask at the building if he could have a room for the night.
His knocking was answered by the same elderly man who had lived there seven years ago. He had a few more wrinkles, and was a little more hunched over, but looked much the same. He had a pair of glasses in his hair, and faded cotton shorts and a shirt on, with some cracked sandals. The old man peered up at him, and squinted his eyes, trying to make Link out. "Oh, it's you Zenya. Come in, I'm just about to put on dinner." the old man wheezed. Link just stood there, in confusion. "Well don't just stand there, come on in." he snapped, then turned and made his way back inside the house. Link followed him. "Um. Old man, I'm not." "Who are you calling old?" he snapped again. "Mind your manners." The old man slowly hobbled into a kitchen, and set about lighting a fire underneath a black pot. Link tried a few more times to speak, but the old man ignored him. He fumbled with the flint, trying to get a spark to catch in the firewood, but his shaking hands wouldn't hold the flint and steel still. Finally, he slipped, and dropped it. "Blast. Now where did I put my glasses?" He muttered to herself, and started running his hands over a near by table, trying to find them. "Zenya, be a dear and help me look for them" the old man asked. "Um. The glasses are on your head, and I'm not Zenya" Link said. "Oh, thank you Zenya" the old man said, pulling the glasses over her eyes. "You really should visit more often. I get so lonely . . . . Your not Zenya. What are you doing in my house?" The old man grabbed a broom, and held it defensively.
Link rolled his eyes. "You invited me in. I wish to stay the night in a spare room here, if you have one." The old man looked at him. Link spoke again. "I have plenty of rupee's to pay for the room" The old man slowly looked him up and down. "That will not be necessary" He wheezed. "But if you could keep a old man company . . . And perhaps chop some firewood." Link nodded. "Where can I leave my pack?" The old man pointed to a closed door set inside the house, then made his way to the kitchen. Link set his pack down in the room, and made his way outside, to chop the wood.
"There you go" the old man said as she set down the bowl in front of Link. "Eat up." Link looked at the soup doubtfully. It was a strange green color, and had an unusual smell. "Well go on" said the man. "Its not often I can get hold of the ingredients for that. Link looked at his soup again. He dipped his spoon in, and slowly raised it to his mouth. A small eye floated to the surface of the soup. Link paused, spoon halfway into mouth. "What sort of soup is this" he said, eyeing the soup with suspicion. "Frogs eye soup" said the old man with relish. "Delicious! But I can hardly ever find the ingredients." Link lowered the spoon back into the soup. More eye's floated to the surface. "Thanks for the offer, but I think you can have mine" Link said. "You don't want any? But it's good for you. Nothing improves your eyesight like frogs eyes." Link looked at his soup. One of the eye's seemed to be looking at him. He firmly pushed the bowl of soup over to the man. "Well . . . if you insist" The old man said, smacking his lips and reaching for the soup.
The sun rose the next day to see Link checking over his things by the side of the lake. He was wearing his pack, and over that his shield. At his waist hung the Master Sword, in it's scabbard. On the other side, hung his hookshot. The bow was impractical underwater, so he had left it with the old man, along with a lot of other things that he wouldn't need underwater. Navi hovered nervously in a glass bottle in his belt, there to provide light if he should need it. In his pack was an assortment of bottles, full of fairy's and potions. He also had various magical items he had picked up in his travels, including the silver water-breather that Sheik had given him. He hadn't found time to see if it still worked, but this was the right time.
Link fitted the silver scale over his mouth, and slowly waded into the lake.
TO BE CONTINUED
Authors Notes:
So what did you think? I'm still planning to write more. I think it's about 2 weeks since my first chapter. At this rate, I should be finished by next Christmas. But anyway . . . . Comments and Criticisms are welcome, as always. If your emailing me a flame, be sure to say so in the subject box, so I can file it straight into my trash bin. Whatever you send me, it can be sent to Ryan Bailey, at RevengeoftheLurch@hotmail.com or just added via the review thingy. You can copy and paste this document wherever you like, as long as you don't change it at all. And as long as you don't take credit for it. If your planning on making any money out of it, talk to me about percentages of profit first.
If you do take this for your website, I'd appreciate it if you told me first. Actually, I'd be thrilled that anyone thought it was good enough . . .
AUTHORS NOTES 2
This is the updated version of the second chapter. One of my readers pointed out the old woman I originally had was actually a man. I also updated a few other things. Made the legend bit a bit better and so on.
11-4-03
DISCLAIMER: I don't own or create the character 'Link', 'Ruto', 'Sheik', or anything else in the Zelda games. Nintendo did. And good on em. On the other hand, I did write this. Do not steal it. Or I'll crash a plane into your house.
RATING: This chapter has a rating of PG. It has some weird food, no adult themes, no swearing, and nothing that could really offend anyone. Unless weird food upsets you. It also has spoilers from the computer game, so playing it through is suggested first. Or at least playing past the water temple. Anyway, on with the show.
CHAPTER 2
Sheik spoke. 'Link, you need to destroy the demon. It is the only way' Link nodded. 'But how? If the temple is on the bottom of the lake, I would drown before I even reached the entrance. Sheik looked at him. "This is true. But there is a way to travel underwater without drowning." Sheik sat down. "Do you know the story behind why the Zora's defend Hyrules water supply?" Link sat down, and prepared himself for another legend.
Sheik leaned back against the rock face, and stared off into space. A long time ago, in the great war, when the Gerudo's were at war with all of Hyrilia, the Gerudo's sent a lone woman to poison the river which provides water for all of Hyrule. The river mouth was guarded by Hyrilians, as they suspected the Gerudo's would try such a thing. But the Gerudo woman had in her possession a artifact created by one of the Gerudo sorceresses which allowed her to breath underwater, so she slipped past the guards unnoticed, and made her way up the river. She swam up through the narrow streams, and climbed up the waterfalls, until she had reached this lake. She was planning to destroy the magic which caused the lake to fill. This would have led to Hyrules river drying up, and the whole of Hyrule would have become a extension of the desert she came from. She was half way through her spell when the tribe of Zora's who lived here felt the spells ill influence through the water, and prevented her from completing it. Together, they managed to defeat her. But they lost many of their number in the fight. When the war was over, and the king of Hyrule discovered what the Zora's had done, he signed a treaty with them. They would protect Hyrules water supply, and the kingdom of Hyrule would protect them if they ever came under threat."
Link sighed. "But what about the Gerudo? What happened to her body?" Sheik pointed towards the center of the lake, towards the dark waters beneath the ice. "Her bones are still down there somewhere, but the water-breather was recovered. Sheik held out his hand. A small silver plate lay in her palm. "With this, you can breath underwater. With this, you can enter the temple of the Zora's. The Water Temple. Link reached out, and took the silver plate from Sheiks delicate hand. The entire outside of the plate had thin lines etched into it, which swirled around and through each other. And no matter how far he followed a line, he could never find the ending.
"How do you know of these things?" he asked. "How do you know so much?" Sheik looked at him, and took a step backwards. 'This is not the place for such talk' he said, and threw a deku nut at the ground. It flashed, and when Link could see again, Sheik was gone.
Link finally reached Hyrule lake, after a two and a half day ride by horseback. Hyrule lake was in a similar state as the valley of the Zora's. The lake was only half full, and the whole lake was surrounded by a thick ring of dried brown mud, with only the occasional rock showing through. The water wasn't as cold as the river through the Zora valley though.The water must have heated up on its journey through Hyrule towards the lake. The paths and bridges near the lake were still in good repair, unlike the ones leading through the Zora's valley. Someone had been looking after them. The smoke coming from the chimney of the house by the edge of the lake answered the question of who. It was near dark, and Link was weary from a full day's ride, so he decided to ask at the building if he could have a room for the night.
His knocking was answered by the same elderly man who had lived there seven years ago. He had a few more wrinkles, and was a little more hunched over, but looked much the same. He had a pair of glasses in his hair, and faded cotton shorts and a shirt on, with some cracked sandals. The old man peered up at him, and squinted his eyes, trying to make Link out. "Oh, it's you Zenya. Come in, I'm just about to put on dinner." the old man wheezed. Link just stood there, in confusion. "Well don't just stand there, come on in." he snapped, then turned and made his way back inside the house. Link followed him. "Um. Old man, I'm not." "Who are you calling old?" he snapped again. "Mind your manners." The old man slowly hobbled into a kitchen, and set about lighting a fire underneath a black pot. Link tried a few more times to speak, but the old man ignored him. He fumbled with the flint, trying to get a spark to catch in the firewood, but his shaking hands wouldn't hold the flint and steel still. Finally, he slipped, and dropped it. "Blast. Now where did I put my glasses?" He muttered to herself, and started running his hands over a near by table, trying to find them. "Zenya, be a dear and help me look for them" the old man asked. "Um. The glasses are on your head, and I'm not Zenya" Link said. "Oh, thank you Zenya" the old man said, pulling the glasses over her eyes. "You really should visit more often. I get so lonely . . . . Your not Zenya. What are you doing in my house?" The old man grabbed a broom, and held it defensively.
Link rolled his eyes. "You invited me in. I wish to stay the night in a spare room here, if you have one." The old man looked at him. Link spoke again. "I have plenty of rupee's to pay for the room" The old man slowly looked him up and down. "That will not be necessary" He wheezed. "But if you could keep a old man company . . . And perhaps chop some firewood." Link nodded. "Where can I leave my pack?" The old man pointed to a closed door set inside the house, then made his way to the kitchen. Link set his pack down in the room, and made his way outside, to chop the wood.
"There you go" the old man said as she set down the bowl in front of Link. "Eat up." Link looked at the soup doubtfully. It was a strange green color, and had an unusual smell. "Well go on" said the man. "Its not often I can get hold of the ingredients for that. Link looked at his soup again. He dipped his spoon in, and slowly raised it to his mouth. A small eye floated to the surface of the soup. Link paused, spoon halfway into mouth. "What sort of soup is this" he said, eyeing the soup with suspicion. "Frogs eye soup" said the old man with relish. "Delicious! But I can hardly ever find the ingredients." Link lowered the spoon back into the soup. More eye's floated to the surface. "Thanks for the offer, but I think you can have mine" Link said. "You don't want any? But it's good for you. Nothing improves your eyesight like frogs eyes." Link looked at his soup. One of the eye's seemed to be looking at him. He firmly pushed the bowl of soup over to the man. "Well . . . if you insist" The old man said, smacking his lips and reaching for the soup.
The sun rose the next day to see Link checking over his things by the side of the lake. He was wearing his pack, and over that his shield. At his waist hung the Master Sword, in it's scabbard. On the other side, hung his hookshot. The bow was impractical underwater, so he had left it with the old man, along with a lot of other things that he wouldn't need underwater. Navi hovered nervously in a glass bottle in his belt, there to provide light if he should need it. In his pack was an assortment of bottles, full of fairy's and potions. He also had various magical items he had picked up in his travels, including the silver water-breather that Sheik had given him. He hadn't found time to see if it still worked, but this was the right time.
Link fitted the silver scale over his mouth, and slowly waded into the lake.
TO BE CONTINUED
Authors Notes:
So what did you think? I'm still planning to write more. I think it's about 2 weeks since my first chapter. At this rate, I should be finished by next Christmas. But anyway . . . . Comments and Criticisms are welcome, as always. If your emailing me a flame, be sure to say so in the subject box, so I can file it straight into my trash bin. Whatever you send me, it can be sent to Ryan Bailey, at RevengeoftheLurch@hotmail.com or just added via the review thingy. You can copy and paste this document wherever you like, as long as you don't change it at all. And as long as you don't take credit for it. If your planning on making any money out of it, talk to me about percentages of profit first.
If you do take this for your website, I'd appreciate it if you told me first. Actually, I'd be thrilled that anyone thought it was good enough . . .