Chapter Four
Link washed his hands and splashed cold water on his face. The streams of the cold liquid dripped down his face and off his chin. He looked into the mirror and didn't see his reflection but that of Fierce Deity. A man of early teens, young adulthood was in the mirror. He had pale skin like Link but white eyes. Silver bangs dropped into his eyes and covered them. Crimson red scars came down from his eyes to his bottom jaw line as a blue triangular mark was on his forehead.
Link only grinned and decided that he shouldn't look into the mirror anymore. He felt his soul becoming colder than ice each time he saw himself. The hero grabbed a washcloth and dried his face before walking out of the bathroom and down the hall again.
When Link arrived inside the throne room, he was greeted with an aura of happiness as he saw all of the sages and his friends there. He smiled cheerfully as Saria ran up to him and hugged him. She was still as small and childish as he remembered her. Of course she would still be like this. She's a Kokri so she'd never grow up. The girl still wore green shorts with a long green turtleneck sweater and long leather boots. Her green hair was kept back in a hair band.
"Link! You're home!" she shouted as he hugged her back.
"Yup. I'm home sweet home!" Link replied. A huge Goron man walked over to the two. He had a huge manly grin on his rough, dirt brown face.
"Welcome back Brother." Daruiana greeted warmly. The leader of the Gorons patted Links shoulder with a strong hand almost knocking him off his feet. Link grinned a little as he looked at the other sages.
The spirit sage, Nabura, stood next to Impa. She looked as young as she ever has. Tall, tan, very skinny with a great figure. Her red hair was still pulled back with a crystal and on her forehead was a red jewel like always. She was leader of the Guredos. A tribe of female warriors who don't let strangers or men into their fortress. They were Gannondrof's mother(s). She wore only a pink belly shirt with a pink pair of fluffy pants.
At the table sat Malon with Zelda. Though Malon wasn't a sage, she was still Link's friend.
Behind Link was Princess Ruto... of the Zora's. "Hello Link." the fish human said. Link smiled and turned to face her.
"Hey Ruto."
"Shall we get the feast started?" Zelda called out to everyone. The group sat at the table to eat and talk.
The night was spent on laughter and joy as Link's friends listened to his adventures while he was gone. The joy and warmth Link felt when he was with them. It'd been so long since he felt this way... so long. Link smiled as his Goron friend made a comment on his horse Epona. Malon snapped back at him in a playful way defending the horse. They all brust into a laughing fit as the ranch girl turned red.
It was well past midnight before everyone returned to their homelands. Link stayed in the palace that evening and went into his room to fall asleep.
Was he dreaming? Or was it real...? The coldness that tugged on his heart, drawing him deeper into the darkness. Link felt the stinging pain of hate and bitterness feel his heart. The friendly attitude left him as the evil slowly crept over his body. The shadow of the past... the death of his soul.
Link awoken in his bed, trembling. Cold sweat beaded off his face as he sat up, his heart pounding in his chest. The hero stood up and got off his bed. He walked out of his room. It was early morning and the palace was still asleep. Link could tell this by the crack of dawn coming into view outside the window he was near.
Link then released that he wasn't wearing his armor for the first time in ages. His hair was more of a mess than before and his tunic was all wrinkled. "Ah damn... I'm a mess..." he said under his breath. The hero of time walked back into his room and found a bowl full of fresh, cold water. There, he washed his face and straightened his tunic out. Link looked into his mirror but quickly looked away. He turned it so that the glass would look at the wall.
The hero walked back out of his room to run into Zelda.
"Morning Link." She said with a warm smile.
"Uh... morning Zel." Link replied dumfounded.
"Heh... I see you're up bright and early." the princess said.
"Dunno about bright but up early." he said with a lazy smile.
"Okay. Well, you can go get some breakfast down in the Dinning hall." Zelda told him.
Link washed his hands and splashed cold water on his face. The streams of the cold liquid dripped down his face and off his chin. He looked into the mirror and didn't see his reflection but that of Fierce Deity. A man of early teens, young adulthood was in the mirror. He had pale skin like Link but white eyes. Silver bangs dropped into his eyes and covered them. Crimson red scars came down from his eyes to his bottom jaw line as a blue triangular mark was on his forehead.
Link only grinned and decided that he shouldn't look into the mirror anymore. He felt his soul becoming colder than ice each time he saw himself. The hero grabbed a washcloth and dried his face before walking out of the bathroom and down the hall again.
When Link arrived inside the throne room, he was greeted with an aura of happiness as he saw all of the sages and his friends there. He smiled cheerfully as Saria ran up to him and hugged him. She was still as small and childish as he remembered her. Of course she would still be like this. She's a Kokri so she'd never grow up. The girl still wore green shorts with a long green turtleneck sweater and long leather boots. Her green hair was kept back in a hair band.
"Link! You're home!" she shouted as he hugged her back.
"Yup. I'm home sweet home!" Link replied. A huge Goron man walked over to the two. He had a huge manly grin on his rough, dirt brown face.
"Welcome back Brother." Daruiana greeted warmly. The leader of the Gorons patted Links shoulder with a strong hand almost knocking him off his feet. Link grinned a little as he looked at the other sages.
The spirit sage, Nabura, stood next to Impa. She looked as young as she ever has. Tall, tan, very skinny with a great figure. Her red hair was still pulled back with a crystal and on her forehead was a red jewel like always. She was leader of the Guredos. A tribe of female warriors who don't let strangers or men into their fortress. They were Gannondrof's mother(s). She wore only a pink belly shirt with a pink pair of fluffy pants.
At the table sat Malon with Zelda. Though Malon wasn't a sage, she was still Link's friend.
Behind Link was Princess Ruto... of the Zora's. "Hello Link." the fish human said. Link smiled and turned to face her.
"Hey Ruto."
"Shall we get the feast started?" Zelda called out to everyone. The group sat at the table to eat and talk.
The night was spent on laughter and joy as Link's friends listened to his adventures while he was gone. The joy and warmth Link felt when he was with them. It'd been so long since he felt this way... so long. Link smiled as his Goron friend made a comment on his horse Epona. Malon snapped back at him in a playful way defending the horse. They all brust into a laughing fit as the ranch girl turned red.
It was well past midnight before everyone returned to their homelands. Link stayed in the palace that evening and went into his room to fall asleep.
Was he dreaming? Or was it real...? The coldness that tugged on his heart, drawing him deeper into the darkness. Link felt the stinging pain of hate and bitterness feel his heart. The friendly attitude left him as the evil slowly crept over his body. The shadow of the past... the death of his soul.
Link awoken in his bed, trembling. Cold sweat beaded off his face as he sat up, his heart pounding in his chest. The hero stood up and got off his bed. He walked out of his room. It was early morning and the palace was still asleep. Link could tell this by the crack of dawn coming into view outside the window he was near.
Link then released that he wasn't wearing his armor for the first time in ages. His hair was more of a mess than before and his tunic was all wrinkled. "Ah damn... I'm a mess..." he said under his breath. The hero of time walked back into his room and found a bowl full of fresh, cold water. There, he washed his face and straightened his tunic out. Link looked into his mirror but quickly looked away. He turned it so that the glass would look at the wall.
The hero walked back out of his room to run into Zelda.
"Morning Link." She said with a warm smile.
"Uh... morning Zel." Link replied dumfounded.
"Heh... I see you're up bright and early." the princess said.
"Dunno about bright but up early." he said with a lazy smile.
"Okay. Well, you can go get some breakfast down in the Dinning hall." Zelda told him.