Chapter 3 'Crossing Paths' (Sorry to Triforce-Power. I had forgotten that I
named this chapter this until I went and read the second chapter.)
When Link rode into Castle Town, no one realized who he was. Suddenly an elderly man looked up and watched him for a minute, then yelled, " It's the Hero of Time!!" Of course, everyone turned and looked. A huge crowd of people bustled around him. He recognized some of the people. Smiling and nodding, he rode through town and went to the Temple of Time. He dismounted and entered.
He could hear the monks chanting. His footsteps echoed as he followed the red carpet. He stopped at where the jewels were displayed. As he looked at him, he didn't hear someone walk up behind him.
"So, this is the Hero of Time Zelda always talks about. I can't say how pleased I am to meet you!"
Turning around, Link gazed at the hooded figure. "How do you know who I am?"
"Well, it is quite obvious. You have a fairy, symbolizing your Kokiri heritage, and a sword, which most commoners do not carry. Also, you are in the Temple of Time, on a day when only the Royal Family comes to pray for peace and prosperity. I have never seen you before, as well." He threw back his hood, revealing a smiling face. "I am Karienif, King of Hyrule, and I welcome you, Link, Hero of Time, back to Hyrule!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty," Link answered, bowing low. "It's good to be home again. Zelda and I were once good friends, and hopefully still are." He laughed. "Navi here already reported to me, but I need someone who is there all the time to tell me. How is she?"
Karienif smiled broadly. "Zelda's grand. She gets a little queasy feeling, usually when a debate comes up. I don't know if you heard, but there is a princess. Aevia is her name."
"Yes, and it's a beautiful one at that. She must be beautiful."
"She is," the king agreed. "Only five months old. Looks mostly like her mother, but she has my green eyes and stubborn chin." He laughed. "Come, I'll take you there." They left the temple.
"So how has the rest of Hyrule been?" Link asked.
"Very good, actually," Karienif replied. They mounted their horses. "Lon Lon Ranch is doing surprisingly well, considering old Talon packing up and leaving. Old Ingo died a while ago, leaving the ranch to the girl."
"Yes, I came from there," Link said. "Malon and I are in love. When I got there, the place was ransacked, and she was gone. She left a note." He still had it, and he handed it to him.
Karienif read it and looked at Link. "Those are indeed ill tidings. I will send out some men to search."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
"Please, call me Karienif, if you will." They stopped at the castle gates. Here we are!" Link gazed at the castle, wondering how he would be welcomed.
"Oooh. Where am I?" Malon sat up groggily. The only things she could remember were the guards, blackness, going quickly over the ground, screeching, then more blackness.
She tried to stand, but got dizzy and had to sit down again. Her head hurt and her eyes swam. She was hungry, too. She looked around at her surroundings. It appeared to be a dank, dark cave. It was very dim, with a little sunlight coming from the one end.
"Yes, I wouldn't try to stand just yet, if I were you," chuckled a deep voice. Malon turned to where the voice was coming from. Sitting on a stone, stone-colored himself, was an elderly Goron. He smiled at her.
"Good day to you, miss. My name is Daran, and yours is?"
She cleared her throat. "Malon," she replied. "I am pleased to meet you, Mr. Daran. Could you please tell me what happened and where I am?"
"Certainly, child. After you were captured, those demons (disguised as guards) brought you through a pass. Most people don't know of it, but it's called Dead Pass, because there are no inhabitants there. I found them, and, sensing danger, saved you when they weren't looking. They saw me, unfortunately, and came after me. I eluded them. You were unconscious most of the time."
"Oh, I see," Malon whispered. Her strength was returning. "Excuse me, but do you have any food and water?"
"Of course, lassie. Always. Here, have some Dodongo meat. Nothing better when you've been out for, oh, 3 hours!"
"Was I really?" Malon asked, amazed. She took a bite of meat. "Hey, this is pretty good! So, how long are we staying here?"
"Tomorrow night, at least. It may not be safe."
"Also," she continued. "How did time go so fast?"
"Well," Daran said. "Those things were at least half demon, so they traveled pretty fast. Is that all your eatin'?"
Malon yawned. "Yes, and now I'm going back to sleep."
"Not so soon after eating. After all you've been through, it'll be bad if you do. Why don't you tell me what happened?"
"Okay. Well, first off, my lover is Link, the Hero of Time, and he left a while ago."
"Well, that's interesting'. Keep going, Malon"
So she told Daran about her dream, the music that night, and about the demons coming. By the time she was finished, she was crying. "And I haven't seen Link in about three years!"
"Well, I'm sorry, lass. I'll take you to Kakariko Village when it's safe. He should find you there."
"Thanks, Daran. I'm going to sleep now." She layed down.
"Sweet dreams, girl," he answered.
When Link rode into Castle Town, no one realized who he was. Suddenly an elderly man looked up and watched him for a minute, then yelled, " It's the Hero of Time!!" Of course, everyone turned and looked. A huge crowd of people bustled around him. He recognized some of the people. Smiling and nodding, he rode through town and went to the Temple of Time. He dismounted and entered.
He could hear the monks chanting. His footsteps echoed as he followed the red carpet. He stopped at where the jewels were displayed. As he looked at him, he didn't hear someone walk up behind him.
"So, this is the Hero of Time Zelda always talks about. I can't say how pleased I am to meet you!"
Turning around, Link gazed at the hooded figure. "How do you know who I am?"
"Well, it is quite obvious. You have a fairy, symbolizing your Kokiri heritage, and a sword, which most commoners do not carry. Also, you are in the Temple of Time, on a day when only the Royal Family comes to pray for peace and prosperity. I have never seen you before, as well." He threw back his hood, revealing a smiling face. "I am Karienif, King of Hyrule, and I welcome you, Link, Hero of Time, back to Hyrule!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty," Link answered, bowing low. "It's good to be home again. Zelda and I were once good friends, and hopefully still are." He laughed. "Navi here already reported to me, but I need someone who is there all the time to tell me. How is she?"
Karienif smiled broadly. "Zelda's grand. She gets a little queasy feeling, usually when a debate comes up. I don't know if you heard, but there is a princess. Aevia is her name."
"Yes, and it's a beautiful one at that. She must be beautiful."
"She is," the king agreed. "Only five months old. Looks mostly like her mother, but she has my green eyes and stubborn chin." He laughed. "Come, I'll take you there." They left the temple.
"So how has the rest of Hyrule been?" Link asked.
"Very good, actually," Karienif replied. They mounted their horses. "Lon Lon Ranch is doing surprisingly well, considering old Talon packing up and leaving. Old Ingo died a while ago, leaving the ranch to the girl."
"Yes, I came from there," Link said. "Malon and I are in love. When I got there, the place was ransacked, and she was gone. She left a note." He still had it, and he handed it to him.
Karienif read it and looked at Link. "Those are indeed ill tidings. I will send out some men to search."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
"Please, call me Karienif, if you will." They stopped at the castle gates. Here we are!" Link gazed at the castle, wondering how he would be welcomed.
"Oooh. Where am I?" Malon sat up groggily. The only things she could remember were the guards, blackness, going quickly over the ground, screeching, then more blackness.
She tried to stand, but got dizzy and had to sit down again. Her head hurt and her eyes swam. She was hungry, too. She looked around at her surroundings. It appeared to be a dank, dark cave. It was very dim, with a little sunlight coming from the one end.
"Yes, I wouldn't try to stand just yet, if I were you," chuckled a deep voice. Malon turned to where the voice was coming from. Sitting on a stone, stone-colored himself, was an elderly Goron. He smiled at her.
"Good day to you, miss. My name is Daran, and yours is?"
She cleared her throat. "Malon," she replied. "I am pleased to meet you, Mr. Daran. Could you please tell me what happened and where I am?"
"Certainly, child. After you were captured, those demons (disguised as guards) brought you through a pass. Most people don't know of it, but it's called Dead Pass, because there are no inhabitants there. I found them, and, sensing danger, saved you when they weren't looking. They saw me, unfortunately, and came after me. I eluded them. You were unconscious most of the time."
"Oh, I see," Malon whispered. Her strength was returning. "Excuse me, but do you have any food and water?"
"Of course, lassie. Always. Here, have some Dodongo meat. Nothing better when you've been out for, oh, 3 hours!"
"Was I really?" Malon asked, amazed. She took a bite of meat. "Hey, this is pretty good! So, how long are we staying here?"
"Tomorrow night, at least. It may not be safe."
"Also," she continued. "How did time go so fast?"
"Well," Daran said. "Those things were at least half demon, so they traveled pretty fast. Is that all your eatin'?"
Malon yawned. "Yes, and now I'm going back to sleep."
"Not so soon after eating. After all you've been through, it'll be bad if you do. Why don't you tell me what happened?"
"Okay. Well, first off, my lover is Link, the Hero of Time, and he left a while ago."
"Well, that's interesting'. Keep going, Malon"
So she told Daran about her dream, the music that night, and about the demons coming. By the time she was finished, she was crying. "And I haven't seen Link in about three years!"
"Well, I'm sorry, lass. I'll take you to Kakariko Village when it's safe. He should find you there."
"Thanks, Daran. I'm going to sleep now." She layed down.
"Sweet dreams, girl," he answered.
