Chapter 2
"Alright, it's a fee of 10 rupees a night, and you can use the house 'atween 9 PM an' 6 AM. Got it?" said Dampe.
I sighed, it was the best option, but 6 in the morning was still a little early. "When can I move in?" "Tonight. But you need to leave sharp now, it's nearly morn. Good day." And he walked into the house.
I walked out to the graveyard. No floating lamps were present; the poes had long given up fighting me. The absent poes made me think of the Forest Temple, and the four poes there. That made me think of Saria. So I pulled out the ocarina she had given me, and played her song.
"Hello, Link," she said, a ghostly apparition appearing. But I could see through her, and the edges were still fuzzy. "How is it going?"
"Well, there's nothing for a hero to do when all the evil is gone from the world and you can't even tell anyone your old adventures because they never really happened now." I complained.
Saria raised one eyebrow at me and smirked. "At least you can go around wherever you want. I've been stuck in this temple for the last seven years and all I get to do is pray. Shouldn't I be whining at you?"
I had to laugh at that. She had a point. "So, has it really already been seven years?" "Yep," she replied, "the day on which the Happening occurred in the original timeline is, what, two days away now?"
"I hadn't really noticed. Do you know what will happen?" I asked. Saria shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine. Maybe some alternate cataclysm just as dangerous. Hopefully nothing." I nodded assent.
"Well, I'll let you get back to your praying. Good luck protecting Hyrule." I said. "You too." Saria waved and faded out.
She acted like I was fighting off evil every day. Well, if there's one thing I've learned in the last seven years, it's that hero business equals boredom when there's no evil king to destroy. I wandered, finding myself at the entrance to Goron City. Having no actual destination, I walked in, and looked around for the Goron that had been named after me. He was not rolling around the second floor as I was used to, but was in his father's room, crying silently.
I went over to him, eager to comfort someone else. That was what my job currently consisted of. "Hey, buddy, what's wrong?" Li'l Link looked up, sniffling. "I-I want my D-dad!" and he continued to weep. That was great. His father was sort of busy, praying from the Fire Temple. But no one was really supposed to know about that, since the Happening didn't actually happen. So I settled on something simple. "He's in the crater, doing something really important."
Li'l Link looked up at me again. "Is D-dad fightin' V-volvagia?" I drew on it and continued. "Yep, he's probably beating her up so bad that she'll NEVER come back." I knew that she had not been reborn by Ganon in this timeline, so this was true, more likely than not. And I also knew, by the look on his face, that I had just said exactly the right thing to the young Goron.
"All right! I knew my Dad was always the best! I better start training so I can be just like him!" Li'l Link ran out.
So I had managed one more good deed. I ran up the stairs, and went through the portal to the Forest. This place held so many memories. Some were good, some bad. The day I got a fairy, the Deku Tree's death, and my goodbye to Saria. The return seven years later, and the trials of the Forest Temple. I walked back to my small treehouse, and gathered together my personal things into a bag. I had a pictograph of Saria and myself, a few magic beans that I had been meaning to plant, and my little Kokiri Sword and Deku Shield. I ended up with a bag that could be carried by one hand easily.
I went back down the ladder, noticing an etching in the base of the tree. It depicted a small boy with a fairy, fighting a large monster. A memory from a dream. Only later on did I realize it was a scene of Ganon and myself. Yes, there were too many memories in this place. Turning around, I jumped about a foot in the air when I realized all the Kokiri, sans Saria, were standing behind me. Regaining my composure, I said goodbye to all the Kokiri, the tallest of whom came only up to my waist. I took one last look around the forest, and walked out to the passage to Hyrule Field. I used my ocarina to call Epona, and rode slowly to Kakariko Village.
"Alright, it's a fee of 10 rupees a night, and you can use the house 'atween 9 PM an' 6 AM. Got it?" said Dampe.
I sighed, it was the best option, but 6 in the morning was still a little early. "When can I move in?" "Tonight. But you need to leave sharp now, it's nearly morn. Good day." And he walked into the house.
I walked out to the graveyard. No floating lamps were present; the poes had long given up fighting me. The absent poes made me think of the Forest Temple, and the four poes there. That made me think of Saria. So I pulled out the ocarina she had given me, and played her song.
"Hello, Link," she said, a ghostly apparition appearing. But I could see through her, and the edges were still fuzzy. "How is it going?"
"Well, there's nothing for a hero to do when all the evil is gone from the world and you can't even tell anyone your old adventures because they never really happened now." I complained.
Saria raised one eyebrow at me and smirked. "At least you can go around wherever you want. I've been stuck in this temple for the last seven years and all I get to do is pray. Shouldn't I be whining at you?"
I had to laugh at that. She had a point. "So, has it really already been seven years?" "Yep," she replied, "the day on which the Happening occurred in the original timeline is, what, two days away now?"
"I hadn't really noticed. Do you know what will happen?" I asked. Saria shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine. Maybe some alternate cataclysm just as dangerous. Hopefully nothing." I nodded assent.
"Well, I'll let you get back to your praying. Good luck protecting Hyrule." I said. "You too." Saria waved and faded out.
She acted like I was fighting off evil every day. Well, if there's one thing I've learned in the last seven years, it's that hero business equals boredom when there's no evil king to destroy. I wandered, finding myself at the entrance to Goron City. Having no actual destination, I walked in, and looked around for the Goron that had been named after me. He was not rolling around the second floor as I was used to, but was in his father's room, crying silently.
I went over to him, eager to comfort someone else. That was what my job currently consisted of. "Hey, buddy, what's wrong?" Li'l Link looked up, sniffling. "I-I want my D-dad!" and he continued to weep. That was great. His father was sort of busy, praying from the Fire Temple. But no one was really supposed to know about that, since the Happening didn't actually happen. So I settled on something simple. "He's in the crater, doing something really important."
Li'l Link looked up at me again. "Is D-dad fightin' V-volvagia?" I drew on it and continued. "Yep, he's probably beating her up so bad that she'll NEVER come back." I knew that she had not been reborn by Ganon in this timeline, so this was true, more likely than not. And I also knew, by the look on his face, that I had just said exactly the right thing to the young Goron.
"All right! I knew my Dad was always the best! I better start training so I can be just like him!" Li'l Link ran out.
So I had managed one more good deed. I ran up the stairs, and went through the portal to the Forest. This place held so many memories. Some were good, some bad. The day I got a fairy, the Deku Tree's death, and my goodbye to Saria. The return seven years later, and the trials of the Forest Temple. I walked back to my small treehouse, and gathered together my personal things into a bag. I had a pictograph of Saria and myself, a few magic beans that I had been meaning to plant, and my little Kokiri Sword and Deku Shield. I ended up with a bag that could be carried by one hand easily.
I went back down the ladder, noticing an etching in the base of the tree. It depicted a small boy with a fairy, fighting a large monster. A memory from a dream. Only later on did I realize it was a scene of Ganon and myself. Yes, there were too many memories in this place. Turning around, I jumped about a foot in the air when I realized all the Kokiri, sans Saria, were standing behind me. Regaining my composure, I said goodbye to all the Kokiri, the tallest of whom came only up to my waist. I took one last look around the forest, and walked out to the passage to Hyrule Field. I used my ocarina to call Epona, and rode slowly to Kakariko Village.