Disclaimer: I do not own anything of the Zelda Series; all the rights are held by Nintendo and other such companies.
Chapter 1
It was morning… late morning. He opened his eyes to see green… he wondered why it was green, for a moment. Then, when he remembered he'd been traveling so long… he once again sighed and rose to his feet.
It was a pleasant morning, cool enough for him to be able to see his breath, but warm enough to go without wool. He yawned as he stood up, favoring his left leg as usual. He picked up his things, shook off the leaves from his green hat, and began to walk.
The reflection of the sun off the late-morning dew began to blind him as he walked, but he walked on, enjoying the beautiful morning that it was. He smelled the flowers as he passed them. Yes, this was what May was supposed to be like. His eyes drifted from flower to flower, tree to tree… wondering where he was yet not really caring where he was going. He would get to where he was going if he followed his heart. He knew that much. There was nothing holding him back from finding whatever it was his heart ached for… love perhaps, or adventure… he could never be sure. He thought about it every night… but the morning was not for thinking, it was for walking and feeling the warm sun.
Despite his attempts to soak in the happiness, his mind once again took over. There was no way to stop the thoughts when he was alone walking…. It's just how things happened to work.
"Why did I leave her?" he asked himself. "Why did I leave?" He talked to himself a while… then started asking it louder.
"WHY DID I LEAVE HER?" he yelled at the forest surrounding him. "Why?"
He looked down, took off his green hat, took out his bow and arrow and randomly shot arrows, firing them at anything that moved. The breeze stopped and suddenly there was nothing else to shoot at.
All at once the anger which had held him so tightly in it's forceful grip let go. He fell to his knees and started to cry. The sun made no difference… he still didn't know where he was going or why. No matter what he told himself, he knew he was lost. Why he had left the one he loved, he didn't know. Why he was looking for anything else, he wasn't sure.
The only thing he did know was that it was gone and he was searching for something better… something he didn't have and didn't know he wanted.
And so… he got up, collected his arrows… and decided to walk on.
Chapter 1
It was morning… late morning. He opened his eyes to see green… he wondered why it was green, for a moment. Then, when he remembered he'd been traveling so long… he once again sighed and rose to his feet.
It was a pleasant morning, cool enough for him to be able to see his breath, but warm enough to go without wool. He yawned as he stood up, favoring his left leg as usual. He picked up his things, shook off the leaves from his green hat, and began to walk.
The reflection of the sun off the late-morning dew began to blind him as he walked, but he walked on, enjoying the beautiful morning that it was. He smelled the flowers as he passed them. Yes, this was what May was supposed to be like. His eyes drifted from flower to flower, tree to tree… wondering where he was yet not really caring where he was going. He would get to where he was going if he followed his heart. He knew that much. There was nothing holding him back from finding whatever it was his heart ached for… love perhaps, or adventure… he could never be sure. He thought about it every night… but the morning was not for thinking, it was for walking and feeling the warm sun.
Despite his attempts to soak in the happiness, his mind once again took over. There was no way to stop the thoughts when he was alone walking…. It's just how things happened to work.
"Why did I leave her?" he asked himself. "Why did I leave?" He talked to himself a while… then started asking it louder.
"WHY DID I LEAVE HER?" he yelled at the forest surrounding him. "Why?"
He looked down, took off his green hat, took out his bow and arrow and randomly shot arrows, firing them at anything that moved. The breeze stopped and suddenly there was nothing else to shoot at.
All at once the anger which had held him so tightly in it's forceful grip let go. He fell to his knees and started to cry. The sun made no difference… he still didn't know where he was going or why. No matter what he told himself, he knew he was lost. Why he had left the one he loved, he didn't know. Why he was looking for anything else, he wasn't sure.
The only thing he did know was that it was gone and he was searching for something better… something he didn't have and didn't know he wanted.
And so… he got up, collected his arrows… and decided to walk on.