OMG, im sry i havent updated in so long!! i went on a 2 week vacation in
CA, and i couldnt write!!!! SORRY!!!!
but guess what?!?! i walked on the same concrete as meryl streep, norma shearer, clark gable, bette davis, greer garson, joan crawford, margaret o'brien, laurence olivier, shirley temple and roy rogers!!!! arent u happy 4 me?!?.............you're not happy for me. o well.
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Malon sat alone in room at the inn. She was very annoyed. But she had a right to be. Zelda was slowly drawing Link away from her.
Before Darryl left, Malon had given him strict instructions to give Scarlett a good beating. And as soon as Zelda was feeling well enough to leave the doctor at the inn, she'd teach her a thing or two.
A few minutes later, Link came into the room. He sat down on the bed. "The doctor said she'll be all right. At least she should be all right."
"Erm. . .good."
At that moment, a knock came to the door. Confused, Malon went to answer it. Peach was on the other side, and she entered the room.
"Peach!" Link exclaimed, running over to her and hugging her. "What're you doing here?"
"I came to check up on Zelda, and I brought her cat," Peach answered.
"How thoughtful of you," Malon said through clenched teeth, though thinking, 'What a totally stupid thing to do.' "Who escorted you here, my brother in his carrige?"
"No," Peach replied. "I came alone."
"Alone?"
"All alone."
"And by what means did you travel?"
"I walked."
"You walked?" Malon smirked, glancing over at Link.
"As always, sister, I regard you with the utmost respect," Link said, smiling. "Don't you think so, Malon?"
"Well, yes," Malon responded to satisfy Link. "But to come all this way unchaperoned. . .and on foot."
The doctor stuck his head out of his room. "Your highness?"
Malon, Link and Peach turned towards him.
"Erm. . .Prince Link, I think you'd better come in."
A little anxious, Link walked towards the doctor and shut the door behind him. "What is it? Is she all right?"
"Well, I believe she's all right medically speaking," he began. "But whenever she falls asleep, she-"
The doctor was interrupted by a loud scream coming from behind a closed door. It was followed by several others.
"Is that Zelda?!" Link asked.
"Yes," the good doc answered (woah, where did that "good doc" thing come from?). "You see, every time she falls asleep, she starts having horrible nightmares. She's afraid to tell them to me, but I believe that they're memories of her past." He rose his voice over Zelda's screaming. "Your father tells me that you're a dream interpreter in your home, so I thought maybe you could-"
"Yes, of course!" Link answered. He opened the door to Zelda's room and closed it loudly behind him. "Zel, wake up! Wake up!" He took her shoulders and shook her gently in an effort to bring her out of her sleep.
Zelda suddenly sat bolt upright in bed, sweat pouring down her forehead. Her breaths were loud, large and sharp. She noticed Link, and started to calm down.
"W-what happened?" she asked, giving Link a blank stare.
"You were screaming."
"Why was I screaming?!"
"I don't know," he answered. "I think you were having a nightmare or something. You seem really upset. . ."
"I wasn't asleep though!" Zelda insisted. "And I wasn't screaming! Who are you, and what're you doing in my room?! Get out!"
"Zel, what're you talking about?" Link asked, getting a little worried. "It's me!"
As though a bright light had flashed into her eyes, Zelda's pupils suddenly shrank. She dove underneath the covers out of Link's sight. "Your highness, please forgive me," she said. "But every time I wake up from these dreams, it's like. . .I'm not sure, but it's like I'm still dreaming and yet I'm awake. . .sometimes I can't even breathe. Pray forgive me, your majesty. . .Link."
Timidly, poked the top of her head out from underneath the bedcovers. Then she sat up, red-eyed and red-faced.
"About these dreams," Link said, a little shaken but speaking firmly. "The doctor tells me that every time you have them, you start screaming. He says you never confide anything in them, but. . ." Gently, he took Zelda's hand in his. "You know you can trust me, Zel. I want only to help you."
Zelda stared at him for a long time. She blinked, and a tear escaped from each eye. She dropped Link's hand and looked away. "I-I'm sorry," she whispered. "But I-I would not be permitted to. . .it's not my place to. . ."
"Zel, what do you mean?"
"It's very difficult to explain," Zelda went on, choking back her tears. "It's not that it's anything too private, but if I were to tell you the events in my dream, I'm sure that Malon would accuse me of a felony towards the Altean crown." Her eyes suddenly widened, and she sank down in her bed once more.
"Malon isn't here," Link whispered. "It would help to confide in someone. Won't you please just tell me?"
"Don't ask me questions!" Zelda said in a sharp whisper. She was starting to feel that Link was getting nosy. "I haven't much energy at this time," she continued, suddenly realizing how severely she could've been punished for using such a tone when speaking to a Prince. "And I would ask that you please leave me for now."
Feeling slightly hurt, Link sadly stood up. "If. . .that is what you would wish of me for now."
"It is," Zelda mouthed, the power to speak no longer within her. She heard Link close the door behind him, and subsequently, tears flowed silently out of her eyes.
"What was all that screaming about?" Peach asked when her brother entered the room. "Goodness, it was horrific! It wasn't Zelda, was it?"
"Who else?" Malon asked in an annoyed monotone. Link and Peach glared at her, but didn't say anything to her.
"I'm afraid that it was," Link answered Peach's question. "She's been having the most terrible dreams lately. She's feeling very weak, and no longer contains enough energy to talk. Is the doctor still here?"
"No, he left not long ago," Peach responded, trying to calm down the squirming kitten in her arms. "He advised us to leave soon, though. But I don't know why. After all, we just came here to--oh, stop it, Ginseng! Just calm d--"
At that moment, Ginseng flew out of Peach's arm and bolted towards Zelda's bedroom door. He screeched to a halt in front of it, and put up a paw to the door in confusion. Ginseng rose both paws to the door and looked up. He meowed softly.
"That's odd," Peach said, walking slowly towards the kitten. "I've never seen a cat do that before. Hmmm. . .you two had best begin to get ready to leave."
"What about you?" Link asked.
"I'll be along in a moment," Peach answered, waving for them to go on.
"Well, we'd best do as your sister says," Malon said tartly, linking her arm with Link's and steering him out of the inn.
Peach tried to lift Ginseng off the ground, but he was tightly gripping the floor with his claws. "What kind of cat ARE you?" Peach asked in annoyance. "You're acting just like a dog!" Sighing, Peach opened Zelda's door.
Ginseng sprang into the room. Zelda, who was still awake, turned over in her bed and saw the cat. He leapt up at her, and she smiled and cuddled him in her arms. Then she looked over at Peach, who was grinning and walking towards her.
"I was going to wait until you were feeling a tad better to bring him over," the princess said. "But he point-blank refused to come along. He ran right towards your door and refused to budge until I opened it for him."
"Did he really?" Zelda asked, smiling at the cat who was marching around in circles in her lap. "I wish Ginseng had a sleeping pill on him. . .I'm afraid to go to sleep because of my dreams, but I also feel dead tired."
"Sleeping pills won't do you a bit of good," Peach laughed. "I've a much better way of helping you go to sleep."
"Do you?" Zelda asked, sounding as if she didn't quite believe her."
"Sure." Peach cleared her throat. "In the first annual Convention of Kooky Cobblers, Bob Thruston announced his new line of brown slippers. This new invention helped revolutionize the way dukes' brides went to sleep. Quite expensive, and they are now limited objects. They stopped running the item way back in. . ."
Zelda was already asleep. "That never fails," Peach said grinning, standing up and walking away from the room. Her super-sonic ears picked up the sound of gentle breathing. A hissing sigh sort of sound.
'I didn't know Darryl was here,' Peach thought to herself. She walked into the inn's lobby, expecting to see her brother. But the sound was gone. The princess was slightly confused. Had she not just heard the sound her brother always made when he slept?
Baffled, Peach stumbled back towards Zelda's room, where she'd first heard the sound. She heard the breathing again, and she stepped closer towards Zelda.
'Good Goddesses!' Peach thought to herself. 'How utterly odd!! Never before have I heard that sound come from another person before! Of course, I've never been around many sleeping people before. . .' She gasped at her own innuendo.
Then, suddenly remembering that Link and Malon might still be waiting for her, Peach dashed out of the room.
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kinda short, i know, but my parents are kicking me out. ): Well? suitable enough?
but guess what?!?! i walked on the same concrete as meryl streep, norma shearer, clark gable, bette davis, greer garson, joan crawford, margaret o'brien, laurence olivier, shirley temple and roy rogers!!!! arent u happy 4 me?!?.............you're not happy for me. o well.
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Malon sat alone in room at the inn. She was very annoyed. But she had a right to be. Zelda was slowly drawing Link away from her.
Before Darryl left, Malon had given him strict instructions to give Scarlett a good beating. And as soon as Zelda was feeling well enough to leave the doctor at the inn, she'd teach her a thing or two.
A few minutes later, Link came into the room. He sat down on the bed. "The doctor said she'll be all right. At least she should be all right."
"Erm. . .good."
At that moment, a knock came to the door. Confused, Malon went to answer it. Peach was on the other side, and she entered the room.
"Peach!" Link exclaimed, running over to her and hugging her. "What're you doing here?"
"I came to check up on Zelda, and I brought her cat," Peach answered.
"How thoughtful of you," Malon said through clenched teeth, though thinking, 'What a totally stupid thing to do.' "Who escorted you here, my brother in his carrige?"
"No," Peach replied. "I came alone."
"Alone?"
"All alone."
"And by what means did you travel?"
"I walked."
"You walked?" Malon smirked, glancing over at Link.
"As always, sister, I regard you with the utmost respect," Link said, smiling. "Don't you think so, Malon?"
"Well, yes," Malon responded to satisfy Link. "But to come all this way unchaperoned. . .and on foot."
The doctor stuck his head out of his room. "Your highness?"
Malon, Link and Peach turned towards him.
"Erm. . .Prince Link, I think you'd better come in."
A little anxious, Link walked towards the doctor and shut the door behind him. "What is it? Is she all right?"
"Well, I believe she's all right medically speaking," he began. "But whenever she falls asleep, she-"
The doctor was interrupted by a loud scream coming from behind a closed door. It was followed by several others.
"Is that Zelda?!" Link asked.
"Yes," the good doc answered (woah, where did that "good doc" thing come from?). "You see, every time she falls asleep, she starts having horrible nightmares. She's afraid to tell them to me, but I believe that they're memories of her past." He rose his voice over Zelda's screaming. "Your father tells me that you're a dream interpreter in your home, so I thought maybe you could-"
"Yes, of course!" Link answered. He opened the door to Zelda's room and closed it loudly behind him. "Zel, wake up! Wake up!" He took her shoulders and shook her gently in an effort to bring her out of her sleep.
Zelda suddenly sat bolt upright in bed, sweat pouring down her forehead. Her breaths were loud, large and sharp. She noticed Link, and started to calm down.
"W-what happened?" she asked, giving Link a blank stare.
"You were screaming."
"Why was I screaming?!"
"I don't know," he answered. "I think you were having a nightmare or something. You seem really upset. . ."
"I wasn't asleep though!" Zelda insisted. "And I wasn't screaming! Who are you, and what're you doing in my room?! Get out!"
"Zel, what're you talking about?" Link asked, getting a little worried. "It's me!"
As though a bright light had flashed into her eyes, Zelda's pupils suddenly shrank. She dove underneath the covers out of Link's sight. "Your highness, please forgive me," she said. "But every time I wake up from these dreams, it's like. . .I'm not sure, but it's like I'm still dreaming and yet I'm awake. . .sometimes I can't even breathe. Pray forgive me, your majesty. . .Link."
Timidly, poked the top of her head out from underneath the bedcovers. Then she sat up, red-eyed and red-faced.
"About these dreams," Link said, a little shaken but speaking firmly. "The doctor tells me that every time you have them, you start screaming. He says you never confide anything in them, but. . ." Gently, he took Zelda's hand in his. "You know you can trust me, Zel. I want only to help you."
Zelda stared at him for a long time. She blinked, and a tear escaped from each eye. She dropped Link's hand and looked away. "I-I'm sorry," she whispered. "But I-I would not be permitted to. . .it's not my place to. . ."
"Zel, what do you mean?"
"It's very difficult to explain," Zelda went on, choking back her tears. "It's not that it's anything too private, but if I were to tell you the events in my dream, I'm sure that Malon would accuse me of a felony towards the Altean crown." Her eyes suddenly widened, and she sank down in her bed once more.
"Malon isn't here," Link whispered. "It would help to confide in someone. Won't you please just tell me?"
"Don't ask me questions!" Zelda said in a sharp whisper. She was starting to feel that Link was getting nosy. "I haven't much energy at this time," she continued, suddenly realizing how severely she could've been punished for using such a tone when speaking to a Prince. "And I would ask that you please leave me for now."
Feeling slightly hurt, Link sadly stood up. "If. . .that is what you would wish of me for now."
"It is," Zelda mouthed, the power to speak no longer within her. She heard Link close the door behind him, and subsequently, tears flowed silently out of her eyes.
"What was all that screaming about?" Peach asked when her brother entered the room. "Goodness, it was horrific! It wasn't Zelda, was it?"
"Who else?" Malon asked in an annoyed monotone. Link and Peach glared at her, but didn't say anything to her.
"I'm afraid that it was," Link answered Peach's question. "She's been having the most terrible dreams lately. She's feeling very weak, and no longer contains enough energy to talk. Is the doctor still here?"
"No, he left not long ago," Peach responded, trying to calm down the squirming kitten in her arms. "He advised us to leave soon, though. But I don't know why. After all, we just came here to--oh, stop it, Ginseng! Just calm d--"
At that moment, Ginseng flew out of Peach's arm and bolted towards Zelda's bedroom door. He screeched to a halt in front of it, and put up a paw to the door in confusion. Ginseng rose both paws to the door and looked up. He meowed softly.
"That's odd," Peach said, walking slowly towards the kitten. "I've never seen a cat do that before. Hmmm. . .you two had best begin to get ready to leave."
"What about you?" Link asked.
"I'll be along in a moment," Peach answered, waving for them to go on.
"Well, we'd best do as your sister says," Malon said tartly, linking her arm with Link's and steering him out of the inn.
Peach tried to lift Ginseng off the ground, but he was tightly gripping the floor with his claws. "What kind of cat ARE you?" Peach asked in annoyance. "You're acting just like a dog!" Sighing, Peach opened Zelda's door.
Ginseng sprang into the room. Zelda, who was still awake, turned over in her bed and saw the cat. He leapt up at her, and she smiled and cuddled him in her arms. Then she looked over at Peach, who was grinning and walking towards her.
"I was going to wait until you were feeling a tad better to bring him over," the princess said. "But he point-blank refused to come along. He ran right towards your door and refused to budge until I opened it for him."
"Did he really?" Zelda asked, smiling at the cat who was marching around in circles in her lap. "I wish Ginseng had a sleeping pill on him. . .I'm afraid to go to sleep because of my dreams, but I also feel dead tired."
"Sleeping pills won't do you a bit of good," Peach laughed. "I've a much better way of helping you go to sleep."
"Do you?" Zelda asked, sounding as if she didn't quite believe her."
"Sure." Peach cleared her throat. "In the first annual Convention of Kooky Cobblers, Bob Thruston announced his new line of brown slippers. This new invention helped revolutionize the way dukes' brides went to sleep. Quite expensive, and they are now limited objects. They stopped running the item way back in. . ."
Zelda was already asleep. "That never fails," Peach said grinning, standing up and walking away from the room. Her super-sonic ears picked up the sound of gentle breathing. A hissing sigh sort of sound.
'I didn't know Darryl was here,' Peach thought to herself. She walked into the inn's lobby, expecting to see her brother. But the sound was gone. The princess was slightly confused. Had she not just heard the sound her brother always made when he slept?
Baffled, Peach stumbled back towards Zelda's room, where she'd first heard the sound. She heard the breathing again, and she stepped closer towards Zelda.
'Good Goddesses!' Peach thought to herself. 'How utterly odd!! Never before have I heard that sound come from another person before! Of course, I've never been around many sleeping people before. . .' She gasped at her own innuendo.
Then, suddenly remembering that Link and Malon might still be waiting for her, Peach dashed out of the room.
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kinda short, i know, but my parents are kicking me out. ): Well? suitable enough?
