Alright, I have for you, the long awaited Malon P.O.V. I finally got round to writing this. I hope you enjoy!
Character- Malon
Setting- After seven long years of hard work, beatings from Ingo and her father being taken away from her, Malon finally receives some good news as her best friend seemingly returns from the dead.
I watch as Ingo gets up slowly.
I wince as I think about what he'll do to me.
After he finds out that I hit him…
With the shovel.
.
It's not like I really wanted to.
Well… Maybe I did.
But that's besides the point.
He was coming right at me.
What was I supposed to do?
Let him hit me again?
No.
That's happened for too long.
I did the right thing…
Right?
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He gets up off the floor.
I put bandages on him after I hit him.
He was bleeding a lot.
Even now, the bandages are red.
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"What the hell happened to me, woman?" He screams.
His spit hits my face.
I wipe it off.
He didn't remember.
That's good.
Now I can go on with my plan.
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I already prepared an excuse.
Or another lie, I should say.
Sheik said that I should lie.
And he's always right.
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"The shelf fell on top of you. You hurt yourself." I tell him.
I point to the shelf on the floor.
I ripped it down myself ten minutes ago.
Maybe he'll actually believe me.
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"My ass that's what happened." He spits.
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Maybe not.
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"I know that you're behind this, girl." He continues.
He waves his finger at me.
"And when I find out… I'll smash your face in for good."
He spins around quickly.
He slams the door behind him.
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I let out a sigh.
I guess it's good that I got away with it for now.
I wonder how long it'll be before he realizes what I did.
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I should get to work now.
I'm supposed to be milking the cows.
I hate it.
I hate working.
Not really… just working for Ingo.
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I pick up an old, rusty tin bucket.
I take my seat on the wooden stool next to the cow.
I begin to gently squeeze the udders.
The milk slowly raises to the top of the pail.
I bring it to the side.
I place it against the wall.
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I pick up another bucket.
I bring it over to the next cow.
I sit and begin again.
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The bucket is half full.
There's a scratch at the door.
I stop immediately.
It's Ingo…
He must have found out…
What do I do?
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Panic washes over me.
I hear the door open.
I tighten my grip on the metal pail.
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As soon as he's close enough…
I'll smack him with it.
Then…
Then I'll…
Then what?
I could run.
And leave this place forever.
But then…
What about the horses?
What will happen to them?
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Hold on.
What good will I do if I stay here and he kills me.
The horses will still be on their own…
Just like they would be if I ran.
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It's decided.
I hate to leave…
But I have to.
I've had enough.
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My knuckles are white.
My fists begin to shake.
I know what I must do.
I am prepared to do it.
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The footsteps get louder.
He's coming closer.
I stop breathing.
I don't move.
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A hand touches my shoulder.
This is it!
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I whirl around.
I still have the bucket in my hands.
I let out a loud scream.
I bring the heavy pail down but…
Something hard hits my wrist.
I cry out.
The bucket crashes to the floor.
The milk spreads everywhere.
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Oh Din.
Now what?
Now he knows that I tried to get him.
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I look up to see into his face before he kills me.
But…
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What?
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How could…?
It's impossible.
Isn't it?
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It wasn't Ingo.
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I try to stop myself from shaking.
In front of me there was a young man.
His blond hair hung into his cold, blue eyes.
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I know those eyes.
I've seen them.
They're Link's…
Fairy Boy's.
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He looks…
Well, older, of course.
I haven't seen him in…
Years… what seven?
But that's not all.
He's filled out.
He's not so scrawny anymore.
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I try to speak.
I can't.
He was dead.
He had to have been.
And dead people can't come back to life.
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"What was all that about then?" He says before I could talk.
He points at the white mess on the floor
"Did you want to knock me out?"
He gives a short laugh.
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After seven years, that's the greeting I get?
No 'how are you' or 'sorry'?
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I focus on speaking.
I need to say something.
"Who…?"
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His face drops.
He looks sad now.
I don't want to make him sad.
"Can't you remember?" He asks, "It's me, Link."
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Of course I remember.
"Yes I remember you." I say quickly, "It's just… It's been a long time Link."
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His face darkens.
"Seven years, right?" He asks.
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I nod.
"You did keep count then?"
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"In some sense, yes." He tells me.
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"Why didn't you come back to see me Link? I thought you were dead." I say.
That was a question on my mind for years now.
And now I've asked it.
I feel tears come up behind my eyes.
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Silence.
Silence.
Please answer me.
Say anything.
Just don't disappear as if you are a ghost.
Stay with me this time.
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"What happened to you calling me 'Fairy Boy' then, huh?" He asks finally.
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He…
He remembered what I called him?
"You remembered?" I Ask.
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"It doesn't feel like that long ago that I was here… Getting called that." He explains.
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What was he talking about?
"I think you're a bit too old now to be called that." I say.
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He looks down at his hands.
He sighs.
"I guess so."
Silence again.
"It really has been seven years then?"
.
What?
What's wrong with him?
I furrow my brow.
I nod slowly.
Of course it's been seven years.
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"You've grown up quite a bit." He says.
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I smile wearily.
"You have too." I respond.
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His eyes shift.
"Mmm." He agrees, "Not really though."
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I smile at him.
I couldn't help it.
It was as though he was back from the dead.
The same little boy he used to be.
Our friendship is still strong.
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"How have you been?" He asks.
I snap out of my thought train.
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I put on a smile.
"All right." I lie.
He looks at me.
Could he know that I'm lying?
I try to look honest.
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"You mean nothing at all's gone wrong over here? 'Cause everywhere else seems to be a mess." He asks in an accusing tone.
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I stay silent.
Should I tell him?
I can trust him, right?
If there's anyone I can tell…
It's him.
"Things haven't been that great lately. My dad got fired. I have no idea where he is now. Ingo's taking care of me now." I tell him.
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His brow furrows.
He looks at me intently.
He focuses on my face.
I back away slightly.
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"What's that on your cheek?" He asks, sounding slightly concerned.
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"Oh," I say.
I rub my hand over my bruises to cover them.
What now?
Er…
I'll pretend like I didn't hear him.
"What, sorry?"
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He seems to have caught on.
He looks me over suspiciously.
"What's that on your face?" He repeats more sternly.
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His eyes flash.
I don't want to lie.
Not really.
But I have to.
"Just a little scratch, that's all." I say, "I er… hit my face when I, er-"
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His eyes pierce right through my lie.
He grabs me by my shoulders.
He pulls me in closer.
His eyes are colder than ice.
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"Who did that?" He demands.
I don't answer.
I look away at the ground.
He shakes me about.
He holds me firmly.
"Who hit you, Malon?" He asks in a slightly pleading voice.
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I need to tell him.
I know he can help me.
"Ingo did." I whisper.
I kept my voice down.
Maybe then he won't hear and forget.
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He turns and heads to the door.
He obviously heard me then.
"No wait!" I call out, "You can't just go out there and set him straight."
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He turns around viciously.
"Why not?" He demands.
He stares at me.
I know he's doing the right thing but…
I can't just let him.
Because…
Because…
I have no idea.
Wait…
The horses
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"Because if you do, he'll hurt the horses. They're all I have left now. And he's already promised Epona to Ganondorf." I explained.
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A smirk spreads across Link's face.
"To the Great Ganondorf himself, huh?" He says mockingly, "We'll see about that. Malon, I'll get you out of this mess and save your horse. You just wait and see."
He speeds off.
He leaves me alone in the stables.
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Was he…?
Was he just a ghost?
No…
He touched me.
He was real.
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A shill song echoes through the air.
It's coming from outside.
I don't believe it.
The song…
It's my song.
My mother's song.
The song I hadn't heard in years.
The one I had taught to Link.
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I walk out of the stables.
I look around for him.
But… Oh Din.
He's next to Ingo.
He on Epona.
Ingo looks… Mad.
I can't help but laugh at his face.
Link's smirking.
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I prick my ear.
I can hear them now.
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"I won fair and square, Sir. Now give me my money back."
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"Outrageous! We'll race again and if you win…you can…keep that horse!"
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"Alright then. Let's race."
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My heart stops.
If Fairy Boy wins…
Epona won't belong to Ganondorf.
He has to win.
He has to.
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I stare.
They line up at the start line.
Epona would win.
She was the fastest horse in the land.
Ingo has no chance.
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The two horses set off.
I watch as they run.
Neck and neck.
Link is still smiling.
He's just playing with him.
I jump up and down.
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Epona gives a blast of speed.
They cross the line.
Miles ahead of Ingo.
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I can't stop screaming.
I bounce all around.
I cheer.
I can't ever remember being this happy in…
Seven years.
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Ingo jumps off his horse.
He's fuming.
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Uh oh.
I see trouble.
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"Impossible!" He screams, "How did you train that wild horse right under my nose! That was to be presented to the Great Lord himself… and now…"
He's throwing his hands in the air.
He looks so stupid.
I laugh.
He turns and sees me.
His eyes flash.
But…
I'm not afraid of him.
Not anymore.
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"I won again, Sir. Fair and square." Says Fairy Boy.
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Ingo's face twists into a smile.
My stomach drops.
That can't be good news.
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"Yes you won. And I made a bet. You can keep the horse, but you'll never leave the ranch." .
No.
He can't do that.
That lying…
That cheating…
I hate him!
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"Girl! Shut those gates now!" He shouts.
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I remain still.
I'm not about to do anything more for him.
Not anything that would hurt the last of my friends.
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"Do it!" He screams.
He raises his fists and pounds them together.
He'll hit me if I don't.
I swallow hard.
I look to my friend.
But…
A large smirk is still plastered to his face.
He nods to me.
He has a plan.
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I walk to the gates.
I pull them shut.
Fairy Boy turns Epona around.
He faces the closed gates.
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"Out of the way, Malon." He calls.
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Oh Nayru.
I know his plan.
He's going to jump the gate.
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I run over to the wall.
I press myself against it.
I watch as he rears up Epona.
They gallop together.
They clear the fence.
He stops the horse beside me.
He beams at me.
I smile back.
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Ingo runs over to the other side of the gate.
His face is beat red
He gapes at us.
"Girl, what do you think you're doing? Stop him!" He demands.
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I open my mouth to respond.
But Fairy Boy does first.
"Her name's not 'Girl' it's Malon." He spits, "And if you have the nerve to touch her again…"
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His voice trails off.
He pulls a long sword from his back.
His points it at Ingo.
It rests inches from his face.
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"You haven't got a chance against me. I'm a lot better at fighting then I am at riding, so you can compare the two if you'd like." He says.
He gives a laugh.
He swings his sword around and sheaths it.
I smile.
Ingo wouldn't dare touch me now.
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Fairy Boy turns to me.
"Malon," he says quietly, "I might not be back for a while. I have lots to do. But if you need me, I'll come."
I know that he means it.
I know he's not lying.
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"That's fine, Fairy Boy. You've already done more for me than I could have asked."
I walk over to Epona.
I stroke her face.
"You be a good girl for him, okay?"
She whinnies.
I don't really want to let her go.
But I know that she'll have a better life with him.
He can give what I can't.
I look up to her rider.
"You take good care of her. And… Thanks."
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He smiles at me.
"I'll see you then."
He waves his hand.
He rides Epona down the path.
The path to her freedom.
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I turn to see Ingo.
I look at him triumphantly.
I open the gates.
He looks terrified.
I hold in my laughter.
I put my hands on my hips.
I smirk at him.
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"I suggest you go and milk the rest of those cows, Sir." I say.
I giggle as he slumps off.
After seven years my life is finally starting to look up.