The Legend of Zelda
Chapter Two
Author's Note: I got a review! Yay! Thanks for reviewing, Ignorantly Grinning. Have a cookie. Now I'm writing chapter two earlier because I'm bored and can't find anything to do anyways. Onwards, to the stuff.
The startled man jumped two feet into the air at the sudden sounds, then turned his head left and right to try to find the source. It sounded as if something hit something, and there was a sharp crack, and then the sound of something falling. How peculiar. The man finally decided to stop looking around in one spot and started to explore the forest, using his memory to pinpoint the location of the sound.
After about ten minutes the human laid eyes on what must have been the source of the sound. Sprawled across the ground, right beside a tree, was a strange little creature. It was short and black with red marking, a triangular tipped tail, long ears and little horns. It was actually kind of cute; in the disgusting kind of way. He looked from it to the little pitchfork on the ground, then back to it, to notice the beast stirring a bit.
"Aw, ye poor thing! I better get ye back home fast 's I can!" The man took two steps to close the distance between him and the monster, then crouched down to get a better look at the Miniblin. "I gots somethin' which could help yer pain," he added, noticing that one of its arms was clutching the other, while the arm that was being clutched reached for the pitch fork. The human grabbed the little weapon, gave it to the thing's non-injured arm and lifted it up, turning around and walking away.
Aro's face lit up with a devious grin - before he continued to whine at the pain from his broken arm.
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"I get food now, right?" Link mumbled as he walked into the dining room, seeing the sunset through a window in the back of the room. His uncle, sitting on a chair at the table and eating rather ill manneredly, gave a smirk in between devouring the various Cucco legs.
"Took you a while to get up, did it not? You always were a heavy sleeper,"
"Actually, I was just laying down for a while, watching… Err… Keese,"
"You don't even know what a Keese looks like,"
"That's not the point! They were all over outside, and I saw through the… Err… Window…"
"There is no window in the training room and you wouldn't know you were looking at them if you didn't know what they looked like," concluded the man, happy to get back to gorging on his food.
"That's a lie!"
"Don't cut another hole in the wall again, Link…" He sighed, then wiped his face with his hand, stood up and pushed his chair in, grabbing the plate and… Tossing it out the open window? Ah, yes, the house was right by a huge lake, and the dining room window looked out towards it. His uncle had a good shot, Link knew, so he didn't doubt that there would be a plate with bones on it sailing the open lake for quite a while.
"But it's so… so satisfying!" He moaned sarcastically and took the only plate on the table, which had… noodles on it. "Wonderful. Just wonderful. Such a great delicacy, huh? Great for the bones and the muscles. For sure." After a while with no overly calm or angry answer, Link looked toward his uncle. "Can you at least give me something to eat it with?"
"Why did the Goddesses bestow you with teeth?"
"Because they were bored?"
"That's only the second answer, young one,"
"Seriously? I was just kidding…"
Link's uncle, who truly had no idea, gave him a shrug before walking out of the room to go and do whatever it is he wanted to do, and the boy left for his room, to eat there and have an early night. Tomorrow was his birthday, after all, and everybody just loves birthdays. Of course, the only presents he'd be getting would be some noodles, probably. Link had no friends in the city of Hardiya, which was probably just because he was never allowed to leave his house unless on an errand for his uncle.
But that would change tomorrow! On his twelfth birthday, when the training was over, Link could come and go as he pleased. Of course, it wouldn't please his guardian, but since the boy had no friends – his uncle being one of those non-friends – he didn't care too much if he was angry.
Without even finishing the plate of food or getting into pajamas, he fell fast asleep in his bed, despite the fact that he had slept all day. Just goes to show you, Link was one of the laziest people to walk the land of Hyrule.
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"Here ye go, little one," The man pulled the cork off of the bottle and poured the red liquid into open mouth of Aro, who was lying down on the man's bed. It was rather hard for the Miniblin to not choke, seeing as the human poured the full contents of the bottle into his mouth without taking a second of a break. "Ye feel better now?"
"Weird…" The monster, possessing the ability to speak very crude Human, muttered. The potion definitely tasted bad and there was a weird tingling in his arm, but the broken arm was almost immediately fixed. "Me feel better now… Thank human I will," Aro got onto his feet and turned to look at the man, going into a sweeping bow… And reaching for the pitchfork lying behind him.
"Ye… Ye speak Human! Amazin'! Absolutely amazin'! I'm astonished! Completely, absolutely… Could you talk again?"
"You strange man,"
"Amazin'! Golly, yer the smartest Cucco I've ever seen!"
Instead of asking how the man could possibly think he was a Cucco, Aro, with his hand now on the handle of the pitchfork, leapt backwards suddenly and swung his right arm in front of himself, letting the weapon fly out of his hand and land square in the human's, the man who had saved him's, stomach.
"You dead man," The Miniblin commented, leaping off of the bed, pulling his pitchfork out of the man and dashing out of the door, more than ready to cause a little bit of mischief. No. Scratch that. A lot of mischief. A bit too much of mischief.
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"It's a rabid Chu Chu! Run for your lives! RUN!" screamed a tired, horrified young woman as she dashed out the door of her house, quickly pursued by the Miniblin whom had vandalized the majority of her home. A rabid Chu Chu? What am I going to be next? The King of Hyrule? Aro's thoughts were answered soon after as another civilian screamed.
"Oh my Goddesses! The King thinks I look like Cucco meat! Help me! Help!"
"My husband has come back from the dead!"
"Aww! Sparky want a Keese treat? How did Sparky come back from beyond? He's such a cute wittle Keesey-weesey!" Well, that scream was the last straw for the Miniblin, of course. His pitchfork sailed through the air and found a home in the little boy's heart – quite literally.
"He's going to eat Connor! Run for your lives, everybody! The King shows no mercy when he hasn't eaten for three months!"
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Smash. Clatter. Bang.
"That was my mother's vase! Get back here, you damned demon!" Link's uncle, in a nightgown, was darting around the house whilst waving a broom around at the running, terrorizing Miniblin. If he were to stop and get his sword off of the wall the monster would have probably eaten his feet off of his legs by then, so a broom would have to do.
Smash. Clatter. Bang.
"AHHH! No! Don't eat me! Please! I don't… I don't want to be fried till golden and crispy!" Link fell out of his bed for the second time that day - seeing as it wasn't even midnight yet – and suddenly realized he was just dreaming, but the sounds of destruction were definitely real, he could still hear them. Over and over and over and over again. He slowly got off of the ground and looked around randomly while hopping up and down.
"Link! A little help over here!"
"Huh?"
Smash. Clatter. Bang.
"Coming, uncle!" Luckily, Link didn't take the sword or shield off of his back before he went to sleep – or his tunic, hood and boots – so he drew the sword and took the shield in hand, bolting into his uncle's room, which was considerably larger than his. A little monster was running around the room, being angrily chased by none other than his uncle. "What's… going on?"
"I have no idea! This Miniblin barged into the house and started breaking my things!"
"A Miniblin? And there's only one? What are you worried about, uncle?" Link asked. His uncle had taught him things else than battle techniques, and he knew about many monsters that were said to be near town, as well as monsters from fairy tales and legends. "Have you lost your touch?" he added quickly, for the fun of teasing the man.
"Oh, then why don't you try to catch it then, Sir Fast A Lot?"
"My pleasure, Sir Lower Back Pains," before his uncle had the time to yell at him, Link had sheathed his sword and returned his shield onto his back and was already zipping along, heading straight for the Miniblin's front, seeing as it was looking behind itself instead of in front. However, Link grabbed for air when the demon nimbly leapt into the air, landed on the human's shoulder, hopped off and continued to run along. The boy fell flat on his face with a groan, and his uncle did well to not point and laugh at him.
"That was the best catching I've seen in my life! Three cheers for the master Miniblin Capturer, Link!"
"I'm the one with the sword, here," Link reminded him angrily as he got back onto his feet in time to see the imp break the window in the room and leap out.
"Oh no! I better duck for cover!"
"You're worse than me!"
"And that sad! Very sad!" cried a high pitched, little voice, followed by a mocking cackle. It was, of course, the runaway Miniblin, which possessed a sense of hearing obviously quite keen to hear what they were saying while running. Or one would think that if he weren't standing there in the open outside of the window.
"Yeah, this time I'll get him," the boy scowled, drew his sword and jumped out the window, watching the cowardly monster run for its life and following it close behind, until he realized he couldn't keep up with it. That was in about ten minutes, after the seventh alley he chased Aro through, only to notice he just… vanished into thin air. "Where did… where did he go? By the goddesses, this makes no sense at all!"
Right on cue, the Miniblin slipped and lost his hold on the wall by Link, slipping, falling, and landing right onto of the boy and into a mess of limbs and heads and mismatched skin color. After almost a full minute, Link finally realized what just happened and crawled out from under the monster, turning and swinging his sword around, harmlessly yet threateningly.
Aro got up as well and slipped a dagger out of its tiny sheath on his belt – his pitchfork now strapped to his back - closing in on the human, who was almost laughing out loud at the thought of fighting a single Miniblin. Suddenly, he jumped a step backwards and tossed his knife Link's way, turning tail and bolting off into the night, hoping to have stopped the boy from pursuing him anymore.
That wasn't the case, unfortunately for Aro, because the beast's horrible aim set into play and the knife stuck hard into the wall of a brick house, Link not even hesitating before dashing after the annoying monster. He couldn't really figure out why he was so determined to get the Miniblin, and he was much too stubborn to think it was due to wanting to prove himself.
Mentally shrugging, he guessed it just didn't feel right to have a monster roaming the city.
Author's Note: This chapter was a bit longer, huh? The next chapter might even be longer, or just better. Well, it probably will be better, just not sure about longer. Onward, to the forcing you to review!