Hello all, time for a little change of pace with this fic! The Prologue is officially done, woot, and now we move on to part one. Beginning now, Every once in a while there will be a monologue of sorts, written in first person format. It's a way to show what our dear Linkey-poo is thinking, and show his direct emotion and stuff. I hope you like it, I tried to make him sound intelligent.
Standard disclaimers apply.
Sorry it's so short, but it's meant to be.
BTW, I use a few Hylian words in here (woot), they're taken from Kasuto's website, thank you! 3
Maji-a suffix used for princes/princesses, can also be used by itself, shows respect
Kanoi- a suffix used for people who you respect but don't know very well.
Part I
Chapter Four: The Fate of a Prince
Zelda. For weeks I have longed to see her fair face, to know that she lives and still takes in the pure air of Hyrule. I wish to know what has become of her, my princess, my fiance, my queen. But still I find myself without a lead as to where she is, not a breath has been spoken of her since I woke in that accursed prison, not since I spoke last to Navi in the Desert of Illusion.
It is now that I sit here, lost in these thoughts, on the deck of the Kriashase, finest ship in all of the Hylian oceans, however stolen it may be. I find myself lost ever more frequently in the undulating waves of the sea, watching for a sign of my old life, the life I lost twenty years ago when I was nearly felled in that desert. I still cannot imagine exactly what it is that had happened.
Was I locked away again? In the false future–the one that I created with Zelda–I was locked away. For seven long years my soul was left wandering in the Sacred Realm of the Triforce, bodiless and without form or coherent thought. Is it possible that this has happened again, and that by some strange means I was kept from the world, locked away in an ageless, timeless world for two decades? Could this strange place, this flooded world that Marik created be yet another false reality that will dissipate once I've fulfilled the inconceivable task that has been laid before me?
All I can say for certain is that I must keep a low profile. There are few people here that know of me, the Captain Troe, who has lovingly dubbed me Maji, along with the rest of his jaunty crew. Mayhap that isn't quite the correct word to describe them. They are a light-hearted group of men,most of them humans, Marik's people, but they are very unkempt, dirty men with little manners nor tradition about them. Though appalling, I must say that I find their company rather enjoyable, if anything could be classified as such in my eyes. They have provided me with clothing of the time, which I must say is rather odd and unusually light, a comfortable change from my tunic.
The people of this time are, as I have noticed and will recount rather bluntly, odd. Never before have I seen anyone wear such offensive clothes. Though they are human, I always had imagined them to have a bit of modesty. The women wear dresses that cut off low on their chests, their breasts hang from the tops of them, threatening to fall out at any moment, and they seem unnaturally thin. Troe'kanoi tells me that they were these devices called *corsets.* He says that they make them unnaturally thin, more attractive to the men, who are looking more or less for lust in many of the port towns. The men, including myself now, are clad in loose fitting blouses that button up the front and around the wrists, with coats that button down and stretch to the mid thigh. It is truly an odd dress, but whatever I can do to fit in, I will.
What is the fate of Hyrule? Why has it changed so much? And what will become of me, the Prince of Hyrule?
~Link'maji
Standard disclaimers apply.
Sorry it's so short, but it's meant to be.
BTW, I use a few Hylian words in here (woot), they're taken from Kasuto's website, thank you! 3
Maji-a suffix used for princes/princesses, can also be used by itself, shows respect
Kanoi- a suffix used for people who you respect but don't know very well.
Part I
Chapter Four: The Fate of a Prince
Zelda. For weeks I have longed to see her fair face, to know that she lives and still takes in the pure air of Hyrule. I wish to know what has become of her, my princess, my fiance, my queen. But still I find myself without a lead as to where she is, not a breath has been spoken of her since I woke in that accursed prison, not since I spoke last to Navi in the Desert of Illusion.
It is now that I sit here, lost in these thoughts, on the deck of the Kriashase, finest ship in all of the Hylian oceans, however stolen it may be. I find myself lost ever more frequently in the undulating waves of the sea, watching for a sign of my old life, the life I lost twenty years ago when I was nearly felled in that desert. I still cannot imagine exactly what it is that had happened.
Was I locked away again? In the false future–the one that I created with Zelda–I was locked away. For seven long years my soul was left wandering in the Sacred Realm of the Triforce, bodiless and without form or coherent thought. Is it possible that this has happened again, and that by some strange means I was kept from the world, locked away in an ageless, timeless world for two decades? Could this strange place, this flooded world that Marik created be yet another false reality that will dissipate once I've fulfilled the inconceivable task that has been laid before me?
All I can say for certain is that I must keep a low profile. There are few people here that know of me, the Captain Troe, who has lovingly dubbed me Maji, along with the rest of his jaunty crew. Mayhap that isn't quite the correct word to describe them. They are a light-hearted group of men,most of them humans, Marik's people, but they are very unkempt, dirty men with little manners nor tradition about them. Though appalling, I must say that I find their company rather enjoyable, if anything could be classified as such in my eyes. They have provided me with clothing of the time, which I must say is rather odd and unusually light, a comfortable change from my tunic.
The people of this time are, as I have noticed and will recount rather bluntly, odd. Never before have I seen anyone wear such offensive clothes. Though they are human, I always had imagined them to have a bit of modesty. The women wear dresses that cut off low on their chests, their breasts hang from the tops of them, threatening to fall out at any moment, and they seem unnaturally thin. Troe'kanoi tells me that they were these devices called *corsets.* He says that they make them unnaturally thin, more attractive to the men, who are looking more or less for lust in many of the port towns. The men, including myself now, are clad in loose fitting blouses that button up the front and around the wrists, with coats that button down and stretch to the mid thigh. It is truly an odd dress, but whatever I can do to fit in, I will.
What is the fate of Hyrule? Why has it changed so much? And what will become of me, the Prince of Hyrule?
~Link'maji