Disclaimer: I own the world. Well, most of it, anyways... I still don't own
Legend of Zelda, Super Smash Brothers: Melee, Fire Emblem or anything
pretaining to this fanfiction. Anyone who says otherwise might
be...well...end up shortening their lives. Accidentally, of course...yes...
Today in Hyrule, the weather will be bright and sunny as usual, especially in Gerudo desert, with small chances of plot advancement later on in the chapter. I'm currently writing chapter X of my fic, and I do so only within school hours, during classes. I'm typing this out of sheer boredom, because PEOPLE DON'T REVIEW and I might like some FEEDBACK once in a while... I might also like some reviews from people I don't know personally... Well, on with the show!!
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Zelda's room was almost as large as the royal halls; windows were lined up from the ceiling to the sparkling marble floors, with satin-silk curtains draped amongst them, not to mention the dreamy pearl-coloured walls with hypnotic scented lavender at every corner of this royal bedroom. Yet images of a happy couple; a heavy bearded man of aristocratic manner and motherly figure of angelic presence, painted in mesmerizing rainbow-like colours, decorated the room, such with the adoration of two cuddly puppies, staring belligerently at the yawning family cat. Images all hung on the walls, whispering a sense of homeliness to it all.
The scent of roses stung Link's nose every time he entered it - that came from the perfumed bed that she laced it with. She sat on the edge of a creamy embroidered bed, complemented with vanilla blanket and custom-made pillows. Zelda whiffed the bouquet of roses that greeted her bed ever morning; her hands motioned to both men to sit wherever they liked. Well, Link, however, sat next to her with much glee. He was the only man she let sit on her bed since they were good friends. Marth, however, preferred a wooden chair not far from the bed. Zelda was the first to speak.
"What happened to you, Link?" She looked at him curiously, wanting to ask ever since she first met him today.
Link realized that she was referring at his clothes, at the place where he had received Marth's blow earlier. He briefly explained the situation in which the fight had occurred. To his surprise, Zelda seemed even more intrigued.
Her shaded eyebrows narrowed over her creamy complexion. "What do you mean by 'He was carrying a scroll with the seal of Altea, which I couldn't distinguish'?"
Link gulped and his eyes turned over to Marth, who, instead of hatred or despair, exposed a look of relief. He was bound to be unmasked sooner or later anyway.
"Well...this might be blunt... To tell you the truth, my name is Marth Demaque Ormetia Cardova the fourth, the youngest prince of Altea. I have come to meet the king," spoken in his heavily Altea tongue like an English speaking Frenchmen.
She held her breath for a moment, 'prince' she exclaimed inwardly, seeming startled by this.
Marth and Link both knew that it would be better to tell her the biggest part first. The rest of the story would flow better afterwards. By the time she had recovered from her euphoric state, both men were up and ready to leave the room.
Before they could leave, however, Zelda snapped out over her reverie and her soft hand quickly reached for Marth's arm, stopping him. "You're a prince?" she squeaked shyly.
Marth's eyes turned to her, considering for a second why she asked, then he nodded gracefully. "Yes. Why do you ask?" he spoke charmingly, though without a clue as to the situation.
She let go of his arm. "Nothing, just...umm...no...never mind..." she managed to blurt out.
As she stumbled upon her words, Link could've sworn he'd seen her -- blush. She walked to her night table, grabbed a necklace and quickly put it on. "I'm going with you. I want to hear the whole story," she said in a matter- of-factly way.
And with that, she took the lead. The men followed her towards the throne room. Link whispered something to Marth about Zelda being 'energetic' and 'not very feminine' on the way.
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Elsewhere in the Hyrule kingdom and into a forteress of the sand, two females stood, one of them spoke to the other guardding her post: "How's the prisoner doing?"
The dark-skinned woman held a spear and stood near a cell. She looked up. "He'll make it" she replied. "You have to be crazy to cross the desert by foot without water or food. But he's -- a strong one." She smiled as she looked at the ragged boy who with admiration - and perhaps some affection.
"In any case, we have orders to feed him and bring him to Nabooru as soon as he wakes up," said the other female coldly.
"Okay. Is that the only reason you're here?" the female guard retorted to the woman's callous remark.
The woman shook her head. "Your turn's over. It's my guard duty from here," she drawled, speaking with a hint of boredom in her tone.
"We switch quite often these days..." explained her female companion.
"Well, everyone wants something to do. We're bored like hell since Ganondorf died. We need a good leader to heat things up a little..." said the callous one.
"About that, why didn't Link become our king? He did beat Ganondorf..." asked her companion.
"Miss Nabooru's looking into the matter. All of that is going to change soon..." she replied to her companion.
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Link's head dropped and then lifted again. After a long, tiring trip, a long interview with the king wasn't his idea of fun. There he was, standing next to Zelda in the throne room, while Marth vehemently gestured as he told the tale of his people and the reason of his presence in Hyrule. The king seemed to enjoy the story and kept asking for more details. Hours had passed and Link swayed dangerously in his tired state.
Just as he was about to fall asleep, he heard his name being called out. He forced himself back into reality and answered the call. It was the king who had spoken to him.
"We seem to have some problems with the sudden rise of monsters these days... We fear they might invade any moment now... Would you have any suggestions, Link?"
Link smiled and gestured towards Marth. "This man was able to dodge my surprise attack and defeat me in five swipes. Our soldiers would greatly benefit from his martial art experience."
Most of the people seemed to acknowledge the idea. After a couple of minutes of serious discussion and then a deep consideration on the king's part, Marth was appointed to the task of training Hyrule's army. Marth accepted the proposition with a smile. Next came the subject Link dreaded most of all.
The king cleared his throat. Unsure, but he deemed necessary. "Link, about the Gerudos..." he paused, trying very hard to hide his chuckle as he looked at Link, waiting for an answer.
Link's heart skipped a beat. He knew all about the Gerudo issue, for he was at the very core of the problem. "I have too much to do. Hunting down monsters, helping the Gorons and the Kokiri... I'm even engaged to a Zora princess!" The memory of Ruto giving him the Zora saphire, thus tricking him into marrying her, infuriated him. All he wanted now was to rest and be free of all bonds and restraints.
"Well actually..." said the king, smiling warily. "It seems that Nabooru won't need you anymore. She says she understands the way you feel and that she'll leave you be from now on. She still thinks you would've made a fine leader, though..." he teased. Link mocked a stern look at the king.
With that, they were all dismissed. Marth was the only one to stay along with the king to discuss important matters. Link walked off to his room and Zelda to hers. He was lost in his thoughts. Why did they let him off the hook so easily? Did they find someone else? Even if it was the case, that person would have to challenge Link and win to officially claim his title. Question after question reeled through his mind as he lay in his bed. Eventually, he fell asleep.
Today in Hyrule, the weather will be bright and sunny as usual, especially in Gerudo desert, with small chances of plot advancement later on in the chapter. I'm currently writing chapter X of my fic, and I do so only within school hours, during classes. I'm typing this out of sheer boredom, because PEOPLE DON'T REVIEW and I might like some FEEDBACK once in a while... I might also like some reviews from people I don't know personally... Well, on with the show!!
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Zelda's room was almost as large as the royal halls; windows were lined up from the ceiling to the sparkling marble floors, with satin-silk curtains draped amongst them, not to mention the dreamy pearl-coloured walls with hypnotic scented lavender at every corner of this royal bedroom. Yet images of a happy couple; a heavy bearded man of aristocratic manner and motherly figure of angelic presence, painted in mesmerizing rainbow-like colours, decorated the room, such with the adoration of two cuddly puppies, staring belligerently at the yawning family cat. Images all hung on the walls, whispering a sense of homeliness to it all.
The scent of roses stung Link's nose every time he entered it - that came from the perfumed bed that she laced it with. She sat on the edge of a creamy embroidered bed, complemented with vanilla blanket and custom-made pillows. Zelda whiffed the bouquet of roses that greeted her bed ever morning; her hands motioned to both men to sit wherever they liked. Well, Link, however, sat next to her with much glee. He was the only man she let sit on her bed since they were good friends. Marth, however, preferred a wooden chair not far from the bed. Zelda was the first to speak.
"What happened to you, Link?" She looked at him curiously, wanting to ask ever since she first met him today.
Link realized that she was referring at his clothes, at the place where he had received Marth's blow earlier. He briefly explained the situation in which the fight had occurred. To his surprise, Zelda seemed even more intrigued.
Her shaded eyebrows narrowed over her creamy complexion. "What do you mean by 'He was carrying a scroll with the seal of Altea, which I couldn't distinguish'?"
Link gulped and his eyes turned over to Marth, who, instead of hatred or despair, exposed a look of relief. He was bound to be unmasked sooner or later anyway.
"Well...this might be blunt... To tell you the truth, my name is Marth Demaque Ormetia Cardova the fourth, the youngest prince of Altea. I have come to meet the king," spoken in his heavily Altea tongue like an English speaking Frenchmen.
She held her breath for a moment, 'prince' she exclaimed inwardly, seeming startled by this.
Marth and Link both knew that it would be better to tell her the biggest part first. The rest of the story would flow better afterwards. By the time she had recovered from her euphoric state, both men were up and ready to leave the room.
Before they could leave, however, Zelda snapped out over her reverie and her soft hand quickly reached for Marth's arm, stopping him. "You're a prince?" she squeaked shyly.
Marth's eyes turned to her, considering for a second why she asked, then he nodded gracefully. "Yes. Why do you ask?" he spoke charmingly, though without a clue as to the situation.
She let go of his arm. "Nothing, just...umm...no...never mind..." she managed to blurt out.
As she stumbled upon her words, Link could've sworn he'd seen her -- blush. She walked to her night table, grabbed a necklace and quickly put it on. "I'm going with you. I want to hear the whole story," she said in a matter- of-factly way.
And with that, she took the lead. The men followed her towards the throne room. Link whispered something to Marth about Zelda being 'energetic' and 'not very feminine' on the way.
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Elsewhere in the Hyrule kingdom and into a forteress of the sand, two females stood, one of them spoke to the other guardding her post: "How's the prisoner doing?"
The dark-skinned woman held a spear and stood near a cell. She looked up. "He'll make it" she replied. "You have to be crazy to cross the desert by foot without water or food. But he's -- a strong one." She smiled as she looked at the ragged boy who with admiration - and perhaps some affection.
"In any case, we have orders to feed him and bring him to Nabooru as soon as he wakes up," said the other female coldly.
"Okay. Is that the only reason you're here?" the female guard retorted to the woman's callous remark.
The woman shook her head. "Your turn's over. It's my guard duty from here," she drawled, speaking with a hint of boredom in her tone.
"We switch quite often these days..." explained her female companion.
"Well, everyone wants something to do. We're bored like hell since Ganondorf died. We need a good leader to heat things up a little..." said the callous one.
"About that, why didn't Link become our king? He did beat Ganondorf..." asked her companion.
"Miss Nabooru's looking into the matter. All of that is going to change soon..." she replied to her companion.
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Link's head dropped and then lifted again. After a long, tiring trip, a long interview with the king wasn't his idea of fun. There he was, standing next to Zelda in the throne room, while Marth vehemently gestured as he told the tale of his people and the reason of his presence in Hyrule. The king seemed to enjoy the story and kept asking for more details. Hours had passed and Link swayed dangerously in his tired state.
Just as he was about to fall asleep, he heard his name being called out. He forced himself back into reality and answered the call. It was the king who had spoken to him.
"We seem to have some problems with the sudden rise of monsters these days... We fear they might invade any moment now... Would you have any suggestions, Link?"
Link smiled and gestured towards Marth. "This man was able to dodge my surprise attack and defeat me in five swipes. Our soldiers would greatly benefit from his martial art experience."
Most of the people seemed to acknowledge the idea. After a couple of minutes of serious discussion and then a deep consideration on the king's part, Marth was appointed to the task of training Hyrule's army. Marth accepted the proposition with a smile. Next came the subject Link dreaded most of all.
The king cleared his throat. Unsure, but he deemed necessary. "Link, about the Gerudos..." he paused, trying very hard to hide his chuckle as he looked at Link, waiting for an answer.
Link's heart skipped a beat. He knew all about the Gerudo issue, for he was at the very core of the problem. "I have too much to do. Hunting down monsters, helping the Gorons and the Kokiri... I'm even engaged to a Zora princess!" The memory of Ruto giving him the Zora saphire, thus tricking him into marrying her, infuriated him. All he wanted now was to rest and be free of all bonds and restraints.
"Well actually..." said the king, smiling warily. "It seems that Nabooru won't need you anymore. She says she understands the way you feel and that she'll leave you be from now on. She still thinks you would've made a fine leader, though..." he teased. Link mocked a stern look at the king.
With that, they were all dismissed. Marth was the only one to stay along with the king to discuss important matters. Link walked off to his room and Zelda to hers. He was lost in his thoughts. Why did they let him off the hook so easily? Did they find someone else? Even if it was the case, that person would have to challenge Link and win to officially claim his title. Question after question reeled through his mind as he lay in his bed. Eventually, he fell asleep.