Was chapter 1 really that bad? Wow... That's depressing. Well, here's
chapy 2! More romance! Yeah!
A horse stood, saddled and ready as it waited for its owners to finish their good-byes, just outside the entrance to the house. It was a very big house, having been reconstructed, as the inhabitants grew larger in number. Now, part of the building was built into the wall and above it. Somewhere inside, the occupants rested soundly. Outside, the Lord and Lady of the manor were reluctant to let each other go. The red mare neighed and stomped her foot impatiently as the two held one another in a lasting embrace.
"You'll be home soon, won't you?"
"As soon as I'm given leave."
"Don't get hurt?"
"Even if I am, I'm still coming home. Give everyone a hug and a kiss for me."
"It isn't fair that you leave them like this."
"I couldn't tell them. It would have spoiled their evening."
"So you leave the task to me, is that it?"
"...I'm sorry." The woman closed her eyes as she leaned against her husband, taking comfort from his presence. She wondered of there would ever be a time when the two of them could enjoy each other for a whole lifetime without him being called away like this. More than anything, she wanted him there with her, raising their children, the horses, the cattle, together without any distractions. For a moment she daydreamed about their life before the war. There had been a short peace from the time of the fall of the evil king and the chaos the reeked havoc after word.
Oh yes, he had insisted that he be allowed to travel, at least sometimes, during that time of bliss. He even delivered the milk to the capitals of the various races just to get out of the house and away from home. He also insisted that, at times, she accompany him. Her thoughts were brought to a halt when he pulled away from her and looked straight into her eyes.
"I cleaned and oiled Ardain's sword, it's in the trunk. If I'm not back by his birthday, you can give it to him."
"But his birthday isn't for another three month's."
"I know Malon." He looked sad, but continued amidst the feeling of guilt he was receiving from her look. "The horses and cattle are taken care of. I told Kaepora to come here every now and then to check on you in case of any emergencies. They all have to study their books and I want Ardain to be able to shoot a moving target with his eyes closed. Nayru needs to keep practicing with her staff and I'm going to drill them when I get home." He pronounced the last thing he said with relish. Malon knew that he didn't test his children's abilities to make them fail or feel bitter or even for his own pleasure and amusement. He wanted them to know all the knowledge he had gained and more without having to think twice about it- or think at all for that matter. 'I never got to sit down and study books when I was your age', he was constantly telling them. 'I had to learn from going out and doing things, and even then, I didn't know all that I should have. Life is a whole lot less confusing when you know all the facts. Then you can come to your own conclusions and not rely on someone else's. ' This was perfectly true, but she found it unfair that he expected them to know entire libraries off the top of their heads. After all, she was only a poor country girl and didn't have time to study harder than the royal scholars. She had managed just fine. It wasn't that she didn't want her children to learn their letters and some math and even their own heritage, but they also needed to learn to take care of themselves. They had spent hours arguing about it, and there was nothing Malon could say to make him change his mind. When she asked him why he simply said, 'Foresightedness may not be my best attribute, but it runs in the family and I have enough of it to know what I'm talking about!' And the argument had stopped there, partly because he refused to explain further and partly because she had been too exhausted to argue any more.
He was saying something again, but Malon wasn't hearing it. All she knew was that he was speaking quietly in her ear and the sound of his voice mixed with the heat of his breath on her neck felt wonderful and she didn't want it to end. Then he kissed her lips and breaking away from her embrace, mounted Epona. The next thing she realized the horse was galloping steadily around the corral and into the fence. It made a tremendous leap and vanished onto the other side. He always liked to add an extra little flair when he left her. He seemed to think that way she would more eagerly await his return. She did. It was because she feared that the sight of him vanishing into oblivion would be the last she would ever see of him.
Malon's legs buckled under her and she collapsed onto her knees. Salty hot tears spilled down her face and left their marks on her skirt, like raindrops on silk. The fountain that fed the rain had been holding back as does a wave over the beach when it reaches it's height and can go no higher. Now, with nothing to stop it and no one to see, it came crashing down and flooded her. He was gone again and she knew he wouldn't be back for a long time. So long... Why must it always be like this? Overflowing with sorrow, she wept into the night.
The mare galloped onward, her rust-red coat shinning in the moonlight. The man atop her back lifted his face to the wind.
Ah! The air! Freedom!
He might have rode on forever, but there were too many ties holding him back. He had to get to the outer fortress as soon as possible; the princess's message had been discreet. He could easily be the turner of the tides. The fight had cost them so much, so many resources spent, the cost up in the millions now and most importantly, so many lives thrown away to ensure a victory. Yet the enemy kept coming. How long had it been? One hundred years? Two hundred? Such a short amount of time should have meant nothing to him, but it had taken its toll.
Horse and rider sped over the red clay hill that told them they would be entering the Garudo Valley shortly. Link turned and looked behind them. The night would be over soon; they had already been riding for hours without stopping. He was sweat profusely and the midsummer sun had left the ground parched and loose. As a result he was covered in dust and he doubted there would be time for him to take a bath when he got to the fortress. He lifted his gaze to the skyline. In the distance he saw the ranch standing on the gentle slope that took up most of the field and he smiled. Those inside would be safe behind the towering walls until his return.
"Well girl," Link looked down at Epona. "It seems the Hero of Time rides again." No sooner had the words escaped his lips when he found himself thrown violently backward. He glanced up just in time to see a vague image leering down at him. Darkness was the last thing he could remember.
Loud noises were coming from some ways off to either side of him. Slowly he opened his eyes and tried to move. The effort was excruciatingly painful, so he remained where he was for a while longer. A quick scan around him said plainly that he was no longer in Hyrule field. Actually, he wasn't anywhere he could think of. Nowhere at any time in his life could he recall buildings that reached to the sky and were made of anything other than clay brick, wood or stone. This stuff didn't look like it matched any of those categories. So? Where was he? Limping, Link slowly made his way to the end of the dingy alley he had been occupying. When he stepped out onto the white sidewalk, a huge billboard caught his attention
WELCOME TO DOMINO CITY!
Hmm...? Domino city? What kinda name was that? People walking by began to stare at him and his strange attire. He stared back. What the heck were they wearing?
"Excuse me sir." Link turned. A guy in an important looking uniform was addressing him. "We don't allow drinkers or the homeless on this side of town. If I leave you here it'll cause trouble. I'm sorry, I'm gonna hafta take you in."
"But I'm not-"
"Sorry sir it's the law."
"I am NOT a drunk." Link glared defiantly. This guy was a human after all and that alone made Link older than him. What was wrong with him? Was he blind?
"Sir, please don't give me any trouble, I really need you to come with me to head quarters."
"Perhaps you can tell me where I am?"
"Domino city- can't you read? Now PLEASE! I really need you to come."
"Where's that?" People were staring at the both of them now, and quite frankly, Link had no idea why. It couldn't be his fault. He was so busy noticing this that he barely managed to slip his hands free when the guy in the uniform tried to put him in hand cuffs. Turning he made a beeline back down the alleyway, the guy hot on his heels.
Oh, goddesses... And here I am wishing I was back in that Garudo jail cell. The irony of it all is murderous.
Okiey dokiey? Dokiey okiey! Well? Not much yugioh in that one, but hey! So? Good? Bad? Ugly? Let me know what you think!
Sheik: Me too (I'm the only reason she got it done before next month... lazy bum...**grumble grumble**)
A horse stood, saddled and ready as it waited for its owners to finish their good-byes, just outside the entrance to the house. It was a very big house, having been reconstructed, as the inhabitants grew larger in number. Now, part of the building was built into the wall and above it. Somewhere inside, the occupants rested soundly. Outside, the Lord and Lady of the manor were reluctant to let each other go. The red mare neighed and stomped her foot impatiently as the two held one another in a lasting embrace.
"You'll be home soon, won't you?"
"As soon as I'm given leave."
"Don't get hurt?"
"Even if I am, I'm still coming home. Give everyone a hug and a kiss for me."
"It isn't fair that you leave them like this."
"I couldn't tell them. It would have spoiled their evening."
"So you leave the task to me, is that it?"
"...I'm sorry." The woman closed her eyes as she leaned against her husband, taking comfort from his presence. She wondered of there would ever be a time when the two of them could enjoy each other for a whole lifetime without him being called away like this. More than anything, she wanted him there with her, raising their children, the horses, the cattle, together without any distractions. For a moment she daydreamed about their life before the war. There had been a short peace from the time of the fall of the evil king and the chaos the reeked havoc after word.
Oh yes, he had insisted that he be allowed to travel, at least sometimes, during that time of bliss. He even delivered the milk to the capitals of the various races just to get out of the house and away from home. He also insisted that, at times, she accompany him. Her thoughts were brought to a halt when he pulled away from her and looked straight into her eyes.
"I cleaned and oiled Ardain's sword, it's in the trunk. If I'm not back by his birthday, you can give it to him."
"But his birthday isn't for another three month's."
"I know Malon." He looked sad, but continued amidst the feeling of guilt he was receiving from her look. "The horses and cattle are taken care of. I told Kaepora to come here every now and then to check on you in case of any emergencies. They all have to study their books and I want Ardain to be able to shoot a moving target with his eyes closed. Nayru needs to keep practicing with her staff and I'm going to drill them when I get home." He pronounced the last thing he said with relish. Malon knew that he didn't test his children's abilities to make them fail or feel bitter or even for his own pleasure and amusement. He wanted them to know all the knowledge he had gained and more without having to think twice about it- or think at all for that matter. 'I never got to sit down and study books when I was your age', he was constantly telling them. 'I had to learn from going out and doing things, and even then, I didn't know all that I should have. Life is a whole lot less confusing when you know all the facts. Then you can come to your own conclusions and not rely on someone else's. ' This was perfectly true, but she found it unfair that he expected them to know entire libraries off the top of their heads. After all, she was only a poor country girl and didn't have time to study harder than the royal scholars. She had managed just fine. It wasn't that she didn't want her children to learn their letters and some math and even their own heritage, but they also needed to learn to take care of themselves. They had spent hours arguing about it, and there was nothing Malon could say to make him change his mind. When she asked him why he simply said, 'Foresightedness may not be my best attribute, but it runs in the family and I have enough of it to know what I'm talking about!' And the argument had stopped there, partly because he refused to explain further and partly because she had been too exhausted to argue any more.
He was saying something again, but Malon wasn't hearing it. All she knew was that he was speaking quietly in her ear and the sound of his voice mixed with the heat of his breath on her neck felt wonderful and she didn't want it to end. Then he kissed her lips and breaking away from her embrace, mounted Epona. The next thing she realized the horse was galloping steadily around the corral and into the fence. It made a tremendous leap and vanished onto the other side. He always liked to add an extra little flair when he left her. He seemed to think that way she would more eagerly await his return. She did. It was because she feared that the sight of him vanishing into oblivion would be the last she would ever see of him.
Malon's legs buckled under her and she collapsed onto her knees. Salty hot tears spilled down her face and left their marks on her skirt, like raindrops on silk. The fountain that fed the rain had been holding back as does a wave over the beach when it reaches it's height and can go no higher. Now, with nothing to stop it and no one to see, it came crashing down and flooded her. He was gone again and she knew he wouldn't be back for a long time. So long... Why must it always be like this? Overflowing with sorrow, she wept into the night.
The mare galloped onward, her rust-red coat shinning in the moonlight. The man atop her back lifted his face to the wind.
Ah! The air! Freedom!
He might have rode on forever, but there were too many ties holding him back. He had to get to the outer fortress as soon as possible; the princess's message had been discreet. He could easily be the turner of the tides. The fight had cost them so much, so many resources spent, the cost up in the millions now and most importantly, so many lives thrown away to ensure a victory. Yet the enemy kept coming. How long had it been? One hundred years? Two hundred? Such a short amount of time should have meant nothing to him, but it had taken its toll.
Horse and rider sped over the red clay hill that told them they would be entering the Garudo Valley shortly. Link turned and looked behind them. The night would be over soon; they had already been riding for hours without stopping. He was sweat profusely and the midsummer sun had left the ground parched and loose. As a result he was covered in dust and he doubted there would be time for him to take a bath when he got to the fortress. He lifted his gaze to the skyline. In the distance he saw the ranch standing on the gentle slope that took up most of the field and he smiled. Those inside would be safe behind the towering walls until his return.
"Well girl," Link looked down at Epona. "It seems the Hero of Time rides again." No sooner had the words escaped his lips when he found himself thrown violently backward. He glanced up just in time to see a vague image leering down at him. Darkness was the last thing he could remember.
Loud noises were coming from some ways off to either side of him. Slowly he opened his eyes and tried to move. The effort was excruciatingly painful, so he remained where he was for a while longer. A quick scan around him said plainly that he was no longer in Hyrule field. Actually, he wasn't anywhere he could think of. Nowhere at any time in his life could he recall buildings that reached to the sky and were made of anything other than clay brick, wood or stone. This stuff didn't look like it matched any of those categories. So? Where was he? Limping, Link slowly made his way to the end of the dingy alley he had been occupying. When he stepped out onto the white sidewalk, a huge billboard caught his attention
WELCOME TO DOMINO CITY!
Hmm...? Domino city? What kinda name was that? People walking by began to stare at him and his strange attire. He stared back. What the heck were they wearing?
"Excuse me sir." Link turned. A guy in an important looking uniform was addressing him. "We don't allow drinkers or the homeless on this side of town. If I leave you here it'll cause trouble. I'm sorry, I'm gonna hafta take you in."
"But I'm not-"
"Sorry sir it's the law."
"I am NOT a drunk." Link glared defiantly. This guy was a human after all and that alone made Link older than him. What was wrong with him? Was he blind?
"Sir, please don't give me any trouble, I really need you to come with me to head quarters."
"Perhaps you can tell me where I am?"
"Domino city- can't you read? Now PLEASE! I really need you to come."
"Where's that?" People were staring at the both of them now, and quite frankly, Link had no idea why. It couldn't be his fault. He was so busy noticing this that he barely managed to slip his hands free when the guy in the uniform tried to put him in hand cuffs. Turning he made a beeline back down the alleyway, the guy hot on his heels.
Oh, goddesses... And here I am wishing I was back in that Garudo jail cell. The irony of it all is murderous.
Okiey dokiey? Dokiey okiey! Well? Not much yugioh in that one, but hey! So? Good? Bad? Ugly? Let me know what you think!
Sheik: Me too (I'm the only reason she got it done before next month... lazy bum...**grumble grumble**)