Well, I don't know how many of you poor folks read the first chappy,
as I only got one review. So I guess that means not many. So I'm adding a
new chappy. So read and REVIEW please.
Disclaimer: Duh, I don't own Zelda, or anything related to it. Get a life if you don't believe me!!!
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Pain shot through his left ear, his head throbbing and eyes burning at the slightest movement. He felt over his chest: He still wore his own tunic. The boy squinted to view his surroundings, but his vision was still blurry from the intense flash of light some time earlier. He could, however, make out a small wooden room, in which he lay on a tiny bed across from a rickety table. Finally, after a few confusing minutes, a fuzzy figure approached him. "You alright?" It was a young woman's voice. Link moaned a bit as he tried to clear his vision.
"Zelda?" His heart sank as feverish laughter bellowed from the girl before him.
"I'm no princess, silly!" She turned around to face the door she had come through. "Hey, pop, he's awake!" A large brute of a man wandered in, scraggly and quite intimidating at sight.
"Good. Aroua, go fetch 'im some o' that brew." His voice could make a lion quiver. "Now, what're yuh doin' in a part like this?"
"I don't know, sir," the boy managed to say through a gutting pain in his ear.
"Yuh know, yuh were quite er bit beaten up when I found yuh. Any idear how yuh got like 'at?" His brawny arms were crossed over his chest, eyebrow raised in waiting. The boy cleared his throat.
"All I remember is a battle, and a bright flash. Next thing I knew, everyone else was dead, I passed out, and now I'm here." The large man's eyebrows furrowed, his arms seeming almost tighter.
"Well, 'at's not what the fellers in the next room say." He looked up at the boarded ceiling. "Say they saw the whole story, them. Been sayin' yuh were all sprawled out in the gutter, 'at is after yuh got inter a fight with some punks in the nearby pub." He eyed the boy accusingly. The boy stared in shock, unbelieving of what he had just heard. "Is 'at true?"
"No, sir! It can't be! I remember what the field was like. I know I was there!" He jumped from the bed and ran to the doorway, catching the doorknob just before he fell over.
"Come now, yuh've no strength in yuh. Come an' sit." Ignoring the man's advice, the boy struggled into what seemed to be a large common room. It was the small foyer of the inn of Hyrule Castle Town Market.
"Hey, look! It's the kid Joh and Farley beat up over a swig!" The boy's attention swiftly turned to three men sitting around a table, all of them half-drunk.
"Yeah, the poor kid had no chance!" another shouted before falling backwards in his chair. The young girl from before was nearly knocked down as he fell, barely dodging on her way to the boy's side.
"Don't listen to them, master Link, come back into the bedroom and lie down." Her voice sounded sweet. The boy did return to the room, but only sat in a chair at the small table. "Her, sir, drink this. It will help with the pain." The broth tasted somewhat bitter, but had a nice kick to it. Perhaps from half-numbness, or from shear hunger, the young man devoured the mixture. Finally he finished, set the small bowl down, and turned to the girl.
"How do you know my name?" he asked.
"Your name, sir?" she giggled. "Every girl in Hyrule knows your name! You're the one who saved Termina some time back, and then Gailin, then Pochario Village, and then-"
"I didn't know that made me famous," he murmured.
"Everyone knows who you are, master Link."
"It's 'Link.'"
"Yes, master Link. I know."
"No, no, just call me 'Link.'" The girl gasped.
"Why, no one famous like you has ever wished for me to call them by name as an equal. You are so much more respectful than I."
"It's ok."
"Well, I hate ter disturb such a quaint bit of a gatherin', but this 'ere kid seems ter have gotten 'imself inter a heap o' trouble downtown," the large man interrupted. "There's a load o' them soldiers waitin' at the door, an' I don't want any trouble at my inn, so I suggest yuh go quietly and don't make a fuss."
"Go?" asked Link, confused.
"They come ter pick yuh up, kid. Seems yuh caused quite a ruckus." Finally, Link stood, a look of total disbelief on his face.
"I didn't do anything like that! I'm telling you, I was in a battlefield, fighting off the enemy, and a flash of light exploded and killed everyone except me."
"Sounds believable ter me," the man said sarcastically.
"I'm telling the truth!"
"Sure, kid, an' I'm the King o' Hyrule!" He erupted in laughter. His sarcasm sparked Link's anger, which often resulted in a brawl he almost never completed. However, his nerves were already peaked, and this last cynical comment threw him over. He balled his fist and drew his arm back ready to leap at the man's face. Just before his knuckles plowed into the man's large nose, his arm froze in midair, seized by a soldier who had found his way to the private rooms of the inn. Link stared, eyes wide in terror, at the tall soldier who had suddenly appeared from nowhere.
"Have you got a problem with the owner of this inn, kid?" he asked. Link shook his head. "Good. Then I suggest you come with us." Just as he said that, three more guards poured into the room, ready to take on anyone in their way. Reluctantly, Link calmed himself and walked with the soldiers, catching the eye of the inn-owner's daughter as the soldiers led him out.
Four horses waited outside the inn, and each soldier mounted his own, the tall soldier taking Link onto his horse with him. They rode toward the castle, in which the boy was sure he'd be sleeping for the night, surrounded by bars, bricks, and chains. Indeed, he was correct, though not in such a way he had expected. The castle didn't seem at all familiar to him, not the marketplace, not the inner castle grounds, nothing. True, everything looked the same, but something didn't seem right to Link.
Disclaimer: Duh, I don't own Zelda, or anything related to it. Get a life if you don't believe me!!!
***
Pain shot through his left ear, his head throbbing and eyes burning at the slightest movement. He felt over his chest: He still wore his own tunic. The boy squinted to view his surroundings, but his vision was still blurry from the intense flash of light some time earlier. He could, however, make out a small wooden room, in which he lay on a tiny bed across from a rickety table. Finally, after a few confusing minutes, a fuzzy figure approached him. "You alright?" It was a young woman's voice. Link moaned a bit as he tried to clear his vision.
"Zelda?" His heart sank as feverish laughter bellowed from the girl before him.
"I'm no princess, silly!" She turned around to face the door she had come through. "Hey, pop, he's awake!" A large brute of a man wandered in, scraggly and quite intimidating at sight.
"Good. Aroua, go fetch 'im some o' that brew." His voice could make a lion quiver. "Now, what're yuh doin' in a part like this?"
"I don't know, sir," the boy managed to say through a gutting pain in his ear.
"Yuh know, yuh were quite er bit beaten up when I found yuh. Any idear how yuh got like 'at?" His brawny arms were crossed over his chest, eyebrow raised in waiting. The boy cleared his throat.
"All I remember is a battle, and a bright flash. Next thing I knew, everyone else was dead, I passed out, and now I'm here." The large man's eyebrows furrowed, his arms seeming almost tighter.
"Well, 'at's not what the fellers in the next room say." He looked up at the boarded ceiling. "Say they saw the whole story, them. Been sayin' yuh were all sprawled out in the gutter, 'at is after yuh got inter a fight with some punks in the nearby pub." He eyed the boy accusingly. The boy stared in shock, unbelieving of what he had just heard. "Is 'at true?"
"No, sir! It can't be! I remember what the field was like. I know I was there!" He jumped from the bed and ran to the doorway, catching the doorknob just before he fell over.
"Come now, yuh've no strength in yuh. Come an' sit." Ignoring the man's advice, the boy struggled into what seemed to be a large common room. It was the small foyer of the inn of Hyrule Castle Town Market.
"Hey, look! It's the kid Joh and Farley beat up over a swig!" The boy's attention swiftly turned to three men sitting around a table, all of them half-drunk.
"Yeah, the poor kid had no chance!" another shouted before falling backwards in his chair. The young girl from before was nearly knocked down as he fell, barely dodging on her way to the boy's side.
"Don't listen to them, master Link, come back into the bedroom and lie down." Her voice sounded sweet. The boy did return to the room, but only sat in a chair at the small table. "Her, sir, drink this. It will help with the pain." The broth tasted somewhat bitter, but had a nice kick to it. Perhaps from half-numbness, or from shear hunger, the young man devoured the mixture. Finally he finished, set the small bowl down, and turned to the girl.
"How do you know my name?" he asked.
"Your name, sir?" she giggled. "Every girl in Hyrule knows your name! You're the one who saved Termina some time back, and then Gailin, then Pochario Village, and then-"
"I didn't know that made me famous," he murmured.
"Everyone knows who you are, master Link."
"It's 'Link.'"
"Yes, master Link. I know."
"No, no, just call me 'Link.'" The girl gasped.
"Why, no one famous like you has ever wished for me to call them by name as an equal. You are so much more respectful than I."
"It's ok."
"Well, I hate ter disturb such a quaint bit of a gatherin', but this 'ere kid seems ter have gotten 'imself inter a heap o' trouble downtown," the large man interrupted. "There's a load o' them soldiers waitin' at the door, an' I don't want any trouble at my inn, so I suggest yuh go quietly and don't make a fuss."
"Go?" asked Link, confused.
"They come ter pick yuh up, kid. Seems yuh caused quite a ruckus." Finally, Link stood, a look of total disbelief on his face.
"I didn't do anything like that! I'm telling you, I was in a battlefield, fighting off the enemy, and a flash of light exploded and killed everyone except me."
"Sounds believable ter me," the man said sarcastically.
"I'm telling the truth!"
"Sure, kid, an' I'm the King o' Hyrule!" He erupted in laughter. His sarcasm sparked Link's anger, which often resulted in a brawl he almost never completed. However, his nerves were already peaked, and this last cynical comment threw him over. He balled his fist and drew his arm back ready to leap at the man's face. Just before his knuckles plowed into the man's large nose, his arm froze in midair, seized by a soldier who had found his way to the private rooms of the inn. Link stared, eyes wide in terror, at the tall soldier who had suddenly appeared from nowhere.
"Have you got a problem with the owner of this inn, kid?" he asked. Link shook his head. "Good. Then I suggest you come with us." Just as he said that, three more guards poured into the room, ready to take on anyone in their way. Reluctantly, Link calmed himself and walked with the soldiers, catching the eye of the inn-owner's daughter as the soldiers led him out.
Four horses waited outside the inn, and each soldier mounted his own, the tall soldier taking Link onto his horse with him. They rode toward the castle, in which the boy was sure he'd be sleeping for the night, surrounded by bars, bricks, and chains. Indeed, he was correct, though not in such a way he had expected. The castle didn't seem at all familiar to him, not the marketplace, not the inner castle grounds, nothing. True, everything looked the same, but something didn't seem right to Link.