I asked Santa for a pony when I was five, and I never got one. Last year I asked for Zelda; I'm still waiting...
Okay, the first chapter of this is gonna be pretty short; I want to take my time with this and TRY to make it good. ...Hey! Who's sniggering?! Fess up! The story isn't TOO clichéd; it's the OoT from someone else's perspective. And if you don't like that "someone", you can write a detailed essay pointing out my flawed logic and mail it to the center of the moon because frankly my deer, I don't give a dam. On that same note, all flames will be posted on my website to be mocked before they're sent in a rocket to the sun, where they belong. ^.^ *deep breath*
It was a lovely spring morning, actually, as long as one ignored the rather conspicuous swirling, black clouds above Death Mountain nearby. Mr. Sun was just peeking over the hilltops to shine on a picturesque little village in northern Hyrule. This particular morning, however, that jolly orb of burning plasma seemed to be paying special attention to the south-eastern, second-story window of one quaint, cozy house in the quaint, cozy burg. At least, that's what it felt like to the owner of the aforementioned window.
A pair of ruby eyes groggily fluttered open to greet the day. And quickly snapped shut again because the day was too dad-gum bright.
"Unnn..."
Half asleep, Sheik turned over in bed; trying to save his retinas from the mean, nasty old sunlight streaming through the open window...
*Whump!*
...and discovered, much to his chagrin, that his bed ended about eight inches sooner than he'd thought it would. Mmmm...Hardwood floor goodness, nice and cold, too.
[Oh, this is gonna be a swell day; I can tell. Hmmm...This floor needs sweeping...]
He lay there for a few moments, staring at the far wall and watching the pattern of shadows that the leaves of the tree outside were making.
[I have this nagging feeling that I'm forgetting something. Must have been really important, apparently.]
Willing some of the cobwebs out of his brain, Sheik tried to remember what it was that he'd forgotten, but found it a bit hard to concentrate due to all the noise going on outside. About a month ago, a pair of robins had decided to nest in the tree growing beside the house, and every morning, without fail, the male would start chirruping and warbling as if it would explode out of happiness.
[If only it WOULD explode.], Sheik grumbled silently. He could just picture the little bird singing away and then BAM!, it'd fly apart in a could of feathers and robin giblets. Then maybe he could have some peace.
Reluctantly prying himself off the floor, he stumbled over to the by-now-infamous window and, leaning out over the sill, addressed the obnoxious avian.
"Do you think you'd mind keeping it down to a dull roar over there?" He bore a glare that would unnerve many a stout hylian. The robin clammed up, ruffled his feathers...
[Ha! The superior, highly-evolved sheikah triumphs!]
...and burst into song even louder than before. [Stupid bird.] Sheik pulled back into the room and huffily brushed a wayward lock of blond hair out of his eyes. He was just turning his thoughts back to the thing-which-escaped-his-memory when he became aware of the door to his room being opened. He whirled to face his would-be attacker; simultaneously snatching the blanket off his bed to cover...himself. His timing was slightly off.
"Eek! I didn't see anything!"
"Goddesses, can you at least KNOCK before you burst in like that?!"
A very shocked, slightly blushing Princess Zelda stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide as saucers and hands firmly clamped over her mouth/nose region. As for Sheik, he had a white-knuckle grip on the blanket swathed around his hips, and his face had turned a rather fetching tint of vermilion. After he recovered a bit from his initial embarrassment, he glared indignantly and drew himself up to his full height (which still wasn't very tall).
"Would you quit staring at me?!"
Zelda had by now gotten over her own abashment, and was, instead, cheesed-off that she was being spoken to in such a disrespectful manner.
"Why are you still here?! Impa and I both thought you'd left at least half an hour ago!"
Sheik cocked his head slightly and his face assumed that cute, quizzical "What?" expression.
Zelda rolled her eyes and sighed. "Didn't Rauru want you at the temple early today? Someone very important is waking up today; am I ringing any bells here?"
Sheik squeezed his eyes shut and pondered, and mulled, and cerebrated; suddenly, he was wide-awake. He turned over his right hand and looked at what he'd forgotten all morning. On his palm was a note he'd scrawled in ink the night before: 'Sunday: Hero's Reawakening'
"Holy crap; Link!"
"Sheik, how could you POSSIBLY forget about that?! Hurry; get ready!"
"Well I certainly can't get dressed while you're standing here watching me can I?!"
"Oh. Right." And with that, Zelda slipped out the door, exasperated, leaving Sheik to fight down screams of panic.
Yikes! Sheik is definitely not a morning person. How is it so far? I'll try to get more written fairly soon. Let's hope this loaded okay...
Okay, the first chapter of this is gonna be pretty short; I want to take my time with this and TRY to make it good. ...Hey! Who's sniggering?! Fess up! The story isn't TOO clichéd; it's the OoT from someone else's perspective. And if you don't like that "someone", you can write a detailed essay pointing out my flawed logic and mail it to the center of the moon because frankly my deer, I don't give a dam. On that same note, all flames will be posted on my website to be mocked before they're sent in a rocket to the sun, where they belong. ^.^ *deep breath*
It was a lovely spring morning, actually, as long as one ignored the rather conspicuous swirling, black clouds above Death Mountain nearby. Mr. Sun was just peeking over the hilltops to shine on a picturesque little village in northern Hyrule. This particular morning, however, that jolly orb of burning plasma seemed to be paying special attention to the south-eastern, second-story window of one quaint, cozy house in the quaint, cozy burg. At least, that's what it felt like to the owner of the aforementioned window.
A pair of ruby eyes groggily fluttered open to greet the day. And quickly snapped shut again because the day was too dad-gum bright.
"Unnn..."
Half asleep, Sheik turned over in bed; trying to save his retinas from the mean, nasty old sunlight streaming through the open window...
*Whump!*
...and discovered, much to his chagrin, that his bed ended about eight inches sooner than he'd thought it would. Mmmm...Hardwood floor goodness, nice and cold, too.
[Oh, this is gonna be a swell day; I can tell. Hmmm...This floor needs sweeping...]
He lay there for a few moments, staring at the far wall and watching the pattern of shadows that the leaves of the tree outside were making.
[I have this nagging feeling that I'm forgetting something. Must have been really important, apparently.]
Willing some of the cobwebs out of his brain, Sheik tried to remember what it was that he'd forgotten, but found it a bit hard to concentrate due to all the noise going on outside. About a month ago, a pair of robins had decided to nest in the tree growing beside the house, and every morning, without fail, the male would start chirruping and warbling as if it would explode out of happiness.
[If only it WOULD explode.], Sheik grumbled silently. He could just picture the little bird singing away and then BAM!, it'd fly apart in a could of feathers and robin giblets. Then maybe he could have some peace.
Reluctantly prying himself off the floor, he stumbled over to the by-now-infamous window and, leaning out over the sill, addressed the obnoxious avian.
"Do you think you'd mind keeping it down to a dull roar over there?" He bore a glare that would unnerve many a stout hylian. The robin clammed up, ruffled his feathers...
[Ha! The superior, highly-evolved sheikah triumphs!]
...and burst into song even louder than before. [Stupid bird.] Sheik pulled back into the room and huffily brushed a wayward lock of blond hair out of his eyes. He was just turning his thoughts back to the thing-which-escaped-his-memory when he became aware of the door to his room being opened. He whirled to face his would-be attacker; simultaneously snatching the blanket off his bed to cover...himself. His timing was slightly off.
"Eek! I didn't see anything!"
"Goddesses, can you at least KNOCK before you burst in like that?!"
A very shocked, slightly blushing Princess Zelda stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide as saucers and hands firmly clamped over her mouth/nose region. As for Sheik, he had a white-knuckle grip on the blanket swathed around his hips, and his face had turned a rather fetching tint of vermilion. After he recovered a bit from his initial embarrassment, he glared indignantly and drew himself up to his full height (which still wasn't very tall).
"Would you quit staring at me?!"
Zelda had by now gotten over her own abashment, and was, instead, cheesed-off that she was being spoken to in such a disrespectful manner.
"Why are you still here?! Impa and I both thought you'd left at least half an hour ago!"
Sheik cocked his head slightly and his face assumed that cute, quizzical "What?" expression.
Zelda rolled her eyes and sighed. "Didn't Rauru want you at the temple early today? Someone very important is waking up today; am I ringing any bells here?"
Sheik squeezed his eyes shut and pondered, and mulled, and cerebrated; suddenly, he was wide-awake. He turned over his right hand and looked at what he'd forgotten all morning. On his palm was a note he'd scrawled in ink the night before: 'Sunday: Hero's Reawakening'
"Holy crap; Link!"
"Sheik, how could you POSSIBLY forget about that?! Hurry; get ready!"
"Well I certainly can't get dressed while you're standing here watching me can I?!"
"Oh. Right." And with that, Zelda slipped out the door, exasperated, leaving Sheik to fight down screams of panic.
Yikes! Sheik is definitely not a morning person. How is it so far? I'll try to get more written fairly soon. Let's hope this loaded okay...
