Chapter 3: Welcome to Hyrule
The trip to Hyrule was excruciatingly long. All day sat in Tomar's cart, having nothing to do but play Ayrll's precious ocarina. It was a little depressing. First of all, he had never played one before and was very lacking in musical talent; Tomar nearly fell off his horse everything a sqeaky note squeezed itself out of the flute. Second, it reminded him of his little sister and made him homesick.
"Put the whistle down, kid, you don't look so good." Tomar looked concerned, "Besides your scaring me poor pony, Betsy, with your tunes, if you can even call them that..." Link could help but laugh.
It took them a week to reach Hyrule, and by the end of the trip Link was a little better with the ocarina... but not by much.
One day, while Link was "practicing", Tomar called his attention.
"Oy! Look at this."
Link put down the instrament and look where Tomar was pointing.
There it was, Hyrule, the capital of all Link knew. A large, white marble wall wound its way around the perimeter, like a giant ribbon. It gleamed in the mid-day sun and the light reflected off three golden triangles embedded above the gate. They winked at him as Link passed beneath them, as if they could see something he couldn't and knew something he didn't.
Link stole his eyes away from the triad and looked around. People! So many people! He had never seen so many; in stores, walking, shopping, yelling, there had to be a thousand people on this street alone! Not to mention, Tomar seemed to know them all!
"Hey!... Hey man, how's it going?!" He yelled to random people, who responded in the same fashion.
Hunderds of stalls lined the streets, selling various things. Beyond the stalls were houses, cramped and stacked on top of each other, like leaves. Above the houses, was the dazzling palace.
"Wow." Link couldn't help but gawk in awe. The castle glowed with the same marble that made the outer wall Towers reached towards the sky, embroidered with windows and balconies. Somewhere in there was the Princess...
"You alright back there, Link? Tomar asked as they turned a corner, taking the palace from Link's line of sight. "You look kind of red." Link felt his face burn redder.
Tomar laughed.
"You're such a country boy, Link." He chuckled. "So, what's with this facination with the Princess, boy? You've never seen her. For all you know she might be as ugly as a cow and as mean as a bull."
Link flushed "B-but... Well..." 'He'd seen her in a dream?' that sounded almost... wrong. It's true, he hadn't seen her face all that clearly... "No one has ever said anything bad about her... Hey Tomar, have you ever met Princess Zelda?"
"A couple times."
"No way! Stop lying!"
Tomar laughed again. "You've been reading too many stories, Linky, my boy!"
"What?!" Link could find no connection between 'stories' and 'Zelda'."What's that suppose to-?"
"Oh look, we're here!"
"Huh?" They had stopped in front of an old-fashion tavern labled The Wind's Waker. A sturdy man was lugging large barrels on to the porch.
The man pulled a big hand across his sweaty brow then rubbed it into a white apron, stained with years of hardwork.
"Hey!" Tomar yelled to him.
"Oy Tomar! Welcome back! Have a good trip?"
"You betcha!"
"Who's the little squirt?" The man nodded to Link, who shifted oddly in the wagon.
"Oh, that's Link. Link, this is Mr. Jimoji."
"Call me Mr. J." He reached up to shake Link's hand.
"Nice to meet you, sir."
"Well, would you look at that." They all looked in the direction of this new voice. "He's polite and he's cute. You could learn a thing or two from him, Tomar."
A young woman, who had been standing by the door, waltzed over to them. Her long maroon hair swung around her and curled around her blue eyes. Link aslo noted that she was very pretty.
"Yeah, you could learn a thing or two as well." Tomar shot back.
She shot a glare at him before shaking Link's hand.
"I'm Rosemary." She smiled brightly.
"Link." he replied.
"Rosemary, take the pony 'round back so we can unload her." Mr. J ordered.
"Yes. master." She teased, as Link jumped down from the wagon.
Rosemary whistled to the horse and it followed her willingly around the building.
"Let's get you two settled in." and Tomar and Link followed Mr. J inside.
I was something out of a cowboy novel; a bar, pretty waitresses, and a staircase leading to rooms upstairs. Behind the bar, Link noticed a shield bearing the funniest thing; a silver baton. The whole place had a homey feeling to it, like everyone was family.
Rosemary walked in from a door leading back, smiled at Link and whistled. At once, a couple of men jumped up and followed her out back again.
"Enough gawking now, kiddo." Tomar flopped one of his big hands on Link's shoulder. "Let's get settled in."
Armed with only their personal belongings, they made their way around the round tables and upstairs, and then upstairs again, and way back to a room in the far back of the complex.
Tomar kicked the door open. "This is where we're living for a while, squirt. Make yourself at home."
It was a one-room suite equipped with a small bed in one corner and a rickety chair and a one-person round table in the other.
"I'll get 'em to bring in an extra mat later. Now let's get some grub!."
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Author's Notes:
Okay, laugh it up. The Wind's Waker, The Wind Waker, hyuk, hyuk. Yeah, nothing interesting happened in this chapter, but that's ok! Have you noticed that Tomar's accent keeps changing? . oy... I'd really like to thank Jade Peirson who was the courageous first person to review my fic! Thank you so much ^^. With all that said, thank you everyone for reading this.
The trip to Hyrule was excruciatingly long. All day sat in Tomar's cart, having nothing to do but play Ayrll's precious ocarina. It was a little depressing. First of all, he had never played one before and was very lacking in musical talent; Tomar nearly fell off his horse everything a sqeaky note squeezed itself out of the flute. Second, it reminded him of his little sister and made him homesick.
"Put the whistle down, kid, you don't look so good." Tomar looked concerned, "Besides your scaring me poor pony, Betsy, with your tunes, if you can even call them that..." Link could help but laugh.
It took them a week to reach Hyrule, and by the end of the trip Link was a little better with the ocarina... but not by much.
One day, while Link was "practicing", Tomar called his attention.
"Oy! Look at this."
Link put down the instrament and look where Tomar was pointing.
There it was, Hyrule, the capital of all Link knew. A large, white marble wall wound its way around the perimeter, like a giant ribbon. It gleamed in the mid-day sun and the light reflected off three golden triangles embedded above the gate. They winked at him as Link passed beneath them, as if they could see something he couldn't and knew something he didn't.
Link stole his eyes away from the triad and looked around. People! So many people! He had never seen so many; in stores, walking, shopping, yelling, there had to be a thousand people on this street alone! Not to mention, Tomar seemed to know them all!
"Hey!... Hey man, how's it going?!" He yelled to random people, who responded in the same fashion.
Hunderds of stalls lined the streets, selling various things. Beyond the stalls were houses, cramped and stacked on top of each other, like leaves. Above the houses, was the dazzling palace.
"Wow." Link couldn't help but gawk in awe. The castle glowed with the same marble that made the outer wall Towers reached towards the sky, embroidered with windows and balconies. Somewhere in there was the Princess...
"You alright back there, Link? Tomar asked as they turned a corner, taking the palace from Link's line of sight. "You look kind of red." Link felt his face burn redder.
Tomar laughed.
"You're such a country boy, Link." He chuckled. "So, what's with this facination with the Princess, boy? You've never seen her. For all you know she might be as ugly as a cow and as mean as a bull."
Link flushed "B-but... Well..." 'He'd seen her in a dream?' that sounded almost... wrong. It's true, he hadn't seen her face all that clearly... "No one has ever said anything bad about her... Hey Tomar, have you ever met Princess Zelda?"
"A couple times."
"No way! Stop lying!"
Tomar laughed again. "You've been reading too many stories, Linky, my boy!"
"What?!" Link could find no connection between 'stories' and 'Zelda'."What's that suppose to-?"
"Oh look, we're here!"
"Huh?" They had stopped in front of an old-fashion tavern labled The Wind's Waker. A sturdy man was lugging large barrels on to the porch.
The man pulled a big hand across his sweaty brow then rubbed it into a white apron, stained with years of hardwork.
"Hey!" Tomar yelled to him.
"Oy Tomar! Welcome back! Have a good trip?"
"You betcha!"
"Who's the little squirt?" The man nodded to Link, who shifted oddly in the wagon.
"Oh, that's Link. Link, this is Mr. Jimoji."
"Call me Mr. J." He reached up to shake Link's hand.
"Nice to meet you, sir."
"Well, would you look at that." They all looked in the direction of this new voice. "He's polite and he's cute. You could learn a thing or two from him, Tomar."
A young woman, who had been standing by the door, waltzed over to them. Her long maroon hair swung around her and curled around her blue eyes. Link aslo noted that she was very pretty.
"Yeah, you could learn a thing or two as well." Tomar shot back.
She shot a glare at him before shaking Link's hand.
"I'm Rosemary." She smiled brightly.
"Link." he replied.
"Rosemary, take the pony 'round back so we can unload her." Mr. J ordered.
"Yes. master." She teased, as Link jumped down from the wagon.
Rosemary whistled to the horse and it followed her willingly around the building.
"Let's get you two settled in." and Tomar and Link followed Mr. J inside.
I was something out of a cowboy novel; a bar, pretty waitresses, and a staircase leading to rooms upstairs. Behind the bar, Link noticed a shield bearing the funniest thing; a silver baton. The whole place had a homey feeling to it, like everyone was family.
Rosemary walked in from a door leading back, smiled at Link and whistled. At once, a couple of men jumped up and followed her out back again.
"Enough gawking now, kiddo." Tomar flopped one of his big hands on Link's shoulder. "Let's get settled in."
Armed with only their personal belongings, they made their way around the round tables and upstairs, and then upstairs again, and way back to a room in the far back of the complex.
Tomar kicked the door open. "This is where we're living for a while, squirt. Make yourself at home."
It was a one-room suite equipped with a small bed in one corner and a rickety chair and a one-person round table in the other.
"I'll get 'em to bring in an extra mat later. Now let's get some grub!."
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Author's Notes:
Okay, laugh it up. The Wind's Waker, The Wind Waker, hyuk, hyuk. Yeah, nothing interesting happened in this chapter, but that's ok! Have you noticed that Tomar's accent keeps changing? . oy... I'd really like to thank Jade Peirson who was the courageous first person to review my fic! Thank you so much ^^. With all that said, thank you everyone for reading this.
