Malon was sitting on a swing outside. She wasn't going very fast; the toes
of her shoes dragged slightly on the ground. A single tear escaped one of
her brown eyes.
Malon still held a love for Link, and all her dreams were crushed when she found out one day that he didn't love her back. A good friend, he had said, but never a lover.
"Malon? Malon, are you okay?"
The red-head turned slightly. "Hi, Saria."
The Forest sage took a seat on the (low) limb that Malon's swing was attatched too. "You're thinkin' about Link, aren't you?"
Malon nodded glumly.
"That's what I was afraid of. Listen to me Malon, you've got to forget about Link. Nothing you can do will make him love you more than a good friend. I'm so sorry."
"It's not your fault," Malon sniffed. "So don't apologize. Now he's got that Princess Zelda! You know, the one with famed beauty! How could I possibly ever compare?!" She let out a strangled sob.
"Malon, you're being much too hard on yourself! It's true that Zelda is beautiful, but that doesn't mean you aren't too! I'd be willing to swap my hair for yours any time! And besides--just because she's with him doesn't mean they're lovers! Maybe you're just jumping to conclusions."
"Maybe I am...but he'll fall in love with her, I just know it! She's a princess, and I'm just a commoner! Isn't every peasant's dream to marry someone royal?! Honestly Saria, what competition do I have?"
"Stop, Malon, you're really pushing this whole thing too far. Link didn't turn you down because he thought you were...ugly or anything! He just didn't think you were his type! You've just got to give him and Zelda both a chance! Don't make five second assumptions!"
Malon dried her eyes. "I guess you're right...I know! Link's room has a window in it, right?"
"Yes..."
"So when Zelda checks on him tonight, I'll just kind of...spy on them. That way, I can tell if they're lovers or just friends."
Saria sighed. "Espionage doesn't sound good to me, but I guess I can't really stop you."
"Nope, you can't."
Later that night, Zelda walked into Link's room with a candle.
"Zelda? Is that you?"
"Yes." The Princess dragged a chair to his bedside, and put the candle on his night stand. "Yes, it's me." She grasped his hand tightly.
Link propped himself up slightly. He winced, and looked down at his shoulder. "Ouch...I guess I'm not quite used to this whole arrow-stuck-in- my-body thing yet."
"How much does it hurt?"
"A lot. This hasn't ever happened to me before. Normally I'd be able to run through a storm of arrows without getting hit--I don't know what was up with me today."
Zelda lifted his hand and kissed it softly. "I don't know where I'd be without you, Link."
"Most likely in one of Ganon's prison cells."
"Or one of his torture devices. He used some of them on a couple of his moblins." She shivered. "Those were some of the worst things I've ever seen in my entire life."
"I only wish I could've been there sooner, princess."
She looked into his eyes. "How did you manage? I mean, you were in jail when I got kidnapped."
"Yes, I know," Link chuckled. "I got word from Impa that you had gotten abducted. She told me that Marth and your father got into a huge argument over who should come rescue you. Marth, of course, wanted to do it himself. He reminded the King several times that he was a prince, and that I was a commoner criminal. But I guess your father couldn't help but remember his vision."
"So what happened?"
"Well one day, I was trying to dig my way out of the cell to get you (using a spoon, of course). Then I heard your father coming, and I quickly covered up my hole. He said that if I successfully brought you back, he would give me my freedom. Marth, needless to say, was not pleased. But even if I hadn't been offered liberty, I'd have come after you anyway."
Tears swelled in Zelda's eyes. She lay her head down on his un- wounded shoulder. "Oh Goddesses, Link...I love you so much!" The princess kissed his lips softly, gently brushing back some loose strands of his golden hair.
Link reached up with one hand, stroking Zelda's face. He could feel the heat coming from her. His tongue some how found its way into her mouth. She shivered from delight, kissing him back.
By the time they broke apart minutes later, Zelda's tears had left several wet spots on Link's tunic. Kissing Link's hand one more time, Zelda left the room.
Outside the window, Malon's face was plastered with silent tears.
Malon still held a love for Link, and all her dreams were crushed when she found out one day that he didn't love her back. A good friend, he had said, but never a lover.
"Malon? Malon, are you okay?"
The red-head turned slightly. "Hi, Saria."
The Forest sage took a seat on the (low) limb that Malon's swing was attatched too. "You're thinkin' about Link, aren't you?"
Malon nodded glumly.
"That's what I was afraid of. Listen to me Malon, you've got to forget about Link. Nothing you can do will make him love you more than a good friend. I'm so sorry."
"It's not your fault," Malon sniffed. "So don't apologize. Now he's got that Princess Zelda! You know, the one with famed beauty! How could I possibly ever compare?!" She let out a strangled sob.
"Malon, you're being much too hard on yourself! It's true that Zelda is beautiful, but that doesn't mean you aren't too! I'd be willing to swap my hair for yours any time! And besides--just because she's with him doesn't mean they're lovers! Maybe you're just jumping to conclusions."
"Maybe I am...but he'll fall in love with her, I just know it! She's a princess, and I'm just a commoner! Isn't every peasant's dream to marry someone royal?! Honestly Saria, what competition do I have?"
"Stop, Malon, you're really pushing this whole thing too far. Link didn't turn you down because he thought you were...ugly or anything! He just didn't think you were his type! You've just got to give him and Zelda both a chance! Don't make five second assumptions!"
Malon dried her eyes. "I guess you're right...I know! Link's room has a window in it, right?"
"Yes..."
"So when Zelda checks on him tonight, I'll just kind of...spy on them. That way, I can tell if they're lovers or just friends."
Saria sighed. "Espionage doesn't sound good to me, but I guess I can't really stop you."
"Nope, you can't."
Later that night, Zelda walked into Link's room with a candle.
"Zelda? Is that you?"
"Yes." The Princess dragged a chair to his bedside, and put the candle on his night stand. "Yes, it's me." She grasped his hand tightly.
Link propped himself up slightly. He winced, and looked down at his shoulder. "Ouch...I guess I'm not quite used to this whole arrow-stuck-in- my-body thing yet."
"How much does it hurt?"
"A lot. This hasn't ever happened to me before. Normally I'd be able to run through a storm of arrows without getting hit--I don't know what was up with me today."
Zelda lifted his hand and kissed it softly. "I don't know where I'd be without you, Link."
"Most likely in one of Ganon's prison cells."
"Or one of his torture devices. He used some of them on a couple of his moblins." She shivered. "Those were some of the worst things I've ever seen in my entire life."
"I only wish I could've been there sooner, princess."
She looked into his eyes. "How did you manage? I mean, you were in jail when I got kidnapped."
"Yes, I know," Link chuckled. "I got word from Impa that you had gotten abducted. She told me that Marth and your father got into a huge argument over who should come rescue you. Marth, of course, wanted to do it himself. He reminded the King several times that he was a prince, and that I was a commoner criminal. But I guess your father couldn't help but remember his vision."
"So what happened?"
"Well one day, I was trying to dig my way out of the cell to get you (using a spoon, of course). Then I heard your father coming, and I quickly covered up my hole. He said that if I successfully brought you back, he would give me my freedom. Marth, needless to say, was not pleased. But even if I hadn't been offered liberty, I'd have come after you anyway."
Tears swelled in Zelda's eyes. She lay her head down on his un- wounded shoulder. "Oh Goddesses, Link...I love you so much!" The princess kissed his lips softly, gently brushing back some loose strands of his golden hair.
Link reached up with one hand, stroking Zelda's face. He could feel the heat coming from her. His tongue some how found its way into her mouth. She shivered from delight, kissing him back.
By the time they broke apart minutes later, Zelda's tears had left several wet spots on Link's tunic. Kissing Link's hand one more time, Zelda left the room.
Outside the window, Malon's face was plastered with silent tears.