Worlds Torn
By Love_Hina_Fan
Chapter 4
"Epona get back here!" Link yelled as he ran as fast as he could, trying to catch his stallion. He needed to practice his riding with her, but she wasn't in the mood today, so of course she decided to play games with him instead.
"Epona come on! We need to practice! If you stop I can get you a few more carrots." Link tried to offer her a bribe, but she wasn't takin' any today. Finally he decided he needed to breathe, and stopped running and just flopped down on the grass in the middle of the corral.
"Woo. what a day." Just then he felt fingers move through his hair, and immediately knew to whom they belonged. As fast a rabbit hops around Hyrule field, Link reached up and grasped the hand caressing his scalp, and then felt his way up the arm to the body, and using a wrestling move his old friend Saria taught him, pulled the body next to his. He looked over and all he could see was red hair, shimmering, shinning red hair. He poked his way through the hair to the giggling face beneath, the face of an angel, though he would never tell her that. "And just what were you trying to do there, missy?"
Malon giggled like she used to when she was just a little girl of ten and replied, "Oh, did I catch you off guard, Mr. Hero? I think your losing your touch, what if I had been a moblin? Or a Lizolfo? You'd be dead meat mister!"
Link laughed half heartedly, mainly because in an odd way, she was right. He was getting soft; these two years of nothing had really worn down on his fighter's skills. But he didn't care, his trials were over, Hyrule was safe, and he was with his angel, and he wished he could tell her that. But..
"So what have you got panned for tomorrow, fairyboy?" Malon asked.
"Uhh. maybe head to town to get some more feed, I heard they were getting a new shipment in from Calatia today."
Malon's eye's brightened up. "Yeah, we can both go! We can have the whole day to ourselves." And she immediately regretted saying that and began to blush. But she was in for a surprise.
"Yeah! I'd love that Malon, maybe if we're lucky, the Feast of the Three Goddesses is still going on." The annual feast commemorating the departure of the Goddesses after they had created Hyrule was a crazy feast indeed. It lasted for three or four weeks at a time. Link had yet to actually attend one yet, though, since the last two had been canceled because the Castle and the Market Place were under heavy reconstruction.
Malon's passive face masked the flurry of emotions going on inside her. Could tomorrow be the day? Could she finally tell Link just how she felt? She pushed these thoughts aside; it never did her any good to dwell on things. Right now she should just be happy she would be spending the whole day alone with Link.
Link on the other hand, had his thoughts turned towards something else. Sure he was ecstatic he would be taking Malon to town tomorrow, but there was another reason he wanted to visit the Market.
He needed to pay his respects to the Master Sword.
He was sure that the answers to his constant nightmares would be there, if he could just visit the temple. It had been only two years since he had exited the Temple of Time, where he had pulled the magic blade from its stone sheath, and saw the carnage Ganon had inflicted upon the land. Link could still feel the burning hatred he felt as he made his way through the market, trying to avoid the reanimated corpses of the long dead citizens of the once peaceful town. Even now he still felt partially naked without the weight of the mighty blade strapped to his back. The door of time was still open, but touching the sword was off limits. But why should it be off limits to him? Was he not he one who saved Hyrule from destruction using the legendary weapon? But deep down, Link was also afraid of even approaching it. The blade housed unimaginable power, power Link thought he must have been either very lucky, or very stupid to master in such a short time. But still, it felt as though he was being called to it, back onto that hallowed ground where he had lost so much time becoming the hero that would save a nation. The feeling had kept him up nights lately. If Malon had been awake she would have noticed him walking around the corral in circles, just thinking. Link was so engrossed in his own thoughts he didn't even noticed Malon talking to him.
"Link, what's wrong? What are you thinking?" Malon exclaimed, breaking his reverie. She had noticed lately that his thoughts always seemed elsewhere. She knew he wasn't sleeping, she had seen him taking long walks around the corral, mumbling to himself as he did so. She knew whatever it was, it was troubling him greatly. And this trip, as well being a wonderful opportunity to be with him, was more to get him out in the open and around more people, maybe then he would level out, at least she hoped so.
"Umm nothing, just kinda tired, it's been a long day, ya know? How about we go and start dinner?" He said, obviously trying to avoid the subject of his thoughts. Malon knew she would get it out of him eventually, he usually confided everything in her, but this seemed to disturb him more than anything else had in the last two peaceful years he'd been working on the ranch.
By Love_Hina_Fan
Chapter 4
"Epona get back here!" Link yelled as he ran as fast as he could, trying to catch his stallion. He needed to practice his riding with her, but she wasn't in the mood today, so of course she decided to play games with him instead.
"Epona come on! We need to practice! If you stop I can get you a few more carrots." Link tried to offer her a bribe, but she wasn't takin' any today. Finally he decided he needed to breathe, and stopped running and just flopped down on the grass in the middle of the corral.
"Woo. what a day." Just then he felt fingers move through his hair, and immediately knew to whom they belonged. As fast a rabbit hops around Hyrule field, Link reached up and grasped the hand caressing his scalp, and then felt his way up the arm to the body, and using a wrestling move his old friend Saria taught him, pulled the body next to his. He looked over and all he could see was red hair, shimmering, shinning red hair. He poked his way through the hair to the giggling face beneath, the face of an angel, though he would never tell her that. "And just what were you trying to do there, missy?"
Malon giggled like she used to when she was just a little girl of ten and replied, "Oh, did I catch you off guard, Mr. Hero? I think your losing your touch, what if I had been a moblin? Or a Lizolfo? You'd be dead meat mister!"
Link laughed half heartedly, mainly because in an odd way, she was right. He was getting soft; these two years of nothing had really worn down on his fighter's skills. But he didn't care, his trials were over, Hyrule was safe, and he was with his angel, and he wished he could tell her that. But..
"So what have you got panned for tomorrow, fairyboy?" Malon asked.
"Uhh. maybe head to town to get some more feed, I heard they were getting a new shipment in from Calatia today."
Malon's eye's brightened up. "Yeah, we can both go! We can have the whole day to ourselves." And she immediately regretted saying that and began to blush. But she was in for a surprise.
"Yeah! I'd love that Malon, maybe if we're lucky, the Feast of the Three Goddesses is still going on." The annual feast commemorating the departure of the Goddesses after they had created Hyrule was a crazy feast indeed. It lasted for three or four weeks at a time. Link had yet to actually attend one yet, though, since the last two had been canceled because the Castle and the Market Place were under heavy reconstruction.
Malon's passive face masked the flurry of emotions going on inside her. Could tomorrow be the day? Could she finally tell Link just how she felt? She pushed these thoughts aside; it never did her any good to dwell on things. Right now she should just be happy she would be spending the whole day alone with Link.
Link on the other hand, had his thoughts turned towards something else. Sure he was ecstatic he would be taking Malon to town tomorrow, but there was another reason he wanted to visit the Market.
He needed to pay his respects to the Master Sword.
He was sure that the answers to his constant nightmares would be there, if he could just visit the temple. It had been only two years since he had exited the Temple of Time, where he had pulled the magic blade from its stone sheath, and saw the carnage Ganon had inflicted upon the land. Link could still feel the burning hatred he felt as he made his way through the market, trying to avoid the reanimated corpses of the long dead citizens of the once peaceful town. Even now he still felt partially naked without the weight of the mighty blade strapped to his back. The door of time was still open, but touching the sword was off limits. But why should it be off limits to him? Was he not he one who saved Hyrule from destruction using the legendary weapon? But deep down, Link was also afraid of even approaching it. The blade housed unimaginable power, power Link thought he must have been either very lucky, or very stupid to master in such a short time. But still, it felt as though he was being called to it, back onto that hallowed ground where he had lost so much time becoming the hero that would save a nation. The feeling had kept him up nights lately. If Malon had been awake she would have noticed him walking around the corral in circles, just thinking. Link was so engrossed in his own thoughts he didn't even noticed Malon talking to him.
"Link, what's wrong? What are you thinking?" Malon exclaimed, breaking his reverie. She had noticed lately that his thoughts always seemed elsewhere. She knew he wasn't sleeping, she had seen him taking long walks around the corral, mumbling to himself as he did so. She knew whatever it was, it was troubling him greatly. And this trip, as well being a wonderful opportunity to be with him, was more to get him out in the open and around more people, maybe then he would level out, at least she hoped so.
"Umm nothing, just kinda tired, it's been a long day, ya know? How about we go and start dinner?" He said, obviously trying to avoid the subject of his thoughts. Malon knew she would get it out of him eventually, he usually confided everything in her, but this seemed to disturb him more than anything else had in the last two peaceful years he'd been working on the ranch.
