Chap. 2 :The Meeting
It's going to be cold Link thought, best make camp. Having been on many adventures, Link knew how to survive on the land. It seemed that him and the scratchy desert, sparking forest, or sharp ice could always turn out to be friends after some debate. It was better than walls...for then all there was in the indoors... . Walls: no life to them, they were only enlarged jail bars. The conclusion brought him back to reality, and aware of the task at hand.
Link looked around hopefully for firewood on the floor, but remembered he was in a desert. He gave a sigh, crossed his arms, and leaned back onto Epona with hard-earned trust. Then out of the corner of his blues, he caught the little-budded bush. It swayed innocently with it's back turned.
His eyebrows knitted, What a pity, I have to use virgin wood... Link always thought of every tree as the Great Deku Tree. That immense tree that, when alive, had raised him as a Kokiri like a father. Then one day with the help of Ganondorf, he was cursed, and doomed to die even though Link helped him through his last...
With a sad shrug, Link got off the horse and strolled over to the brush. It still waggled in naivety, like a puppy dog being approached by it's master, but not knowing he held a bag and pipe. Link removed his Kokiri blade from its sheath and got down on one knee to peer beneath the evading twigs. His eyes went wide.
Underneath the twigs in an minute-made nest of dirt, sat an egg, a little bigger than his head. Its silver color almost hurt his eyes with its glow. It definitely wasn't from any bird he'd ever seen. I wonder if it's real.... Curiosity overcame his better experience, and he reached out his fingers to graze the smooth, unbelievably soft looking surface.
"HYA!!"
Expecting the smooth comfort of the shell, Link was caught off guard by a blunt smack to the back of his head. He yanked away from the harmless little bush and rolled to his feet. As soon as he regained his balance though, a stick was sharply prodded into his stomach and he keeled over. Even after THAT, a punch was landed in his chest and his air flew out as he flew back. He landed on his butt where Epona had once been.
Darkness finally had fallen and all Link could see of his attacker was a silhouette of a mound of ...stuff... molding over by the would-have-been firewood. What the hell is that? A heat started growing behind him. He turned to see a torch the stranger must have dropped , grabbed it, and held it out in front of him like a sword. He peered into the spongy dark.
The light seeped along the ground until it came to his assaulter. To him it was just a huddled robe next to the bush. As if knowing he was staring at them, the person threw back their cloak in a way that made Link remember his last battle with Ganon. The flame flickered in her eyes for a minuscule second, pure rainbow circles. Then the torch was snuffed out without another glimpse.
Link sat there, breathing forcibly and trembling. His goggled eyes stared forward beyond the naked torch, but only met blackness.
The torch flickered back on.
A girl's face filled his vision. Her ruby red lips gleamed in an almost unrecognizable smiles, but it was nothing compared to the snicker sparkling in her large eyes and lashes. Those eyes; they seemed to switch from pearly gray, like a dove or stone, to a black diamond, the lighting made the difference. What happened to the rainbows he had seen? Thin black eyebrows sliced through a brazened complexion and was framed by black and red streaked hair. It curved down to her chin and hung from her pointed ears liked curled knives.
She frowned when she met his stare. " Travelers rarely come by these parts." Her eyes bore into his, looking like black endless holes, not a light shone in them. They sucked the words, thought memories, and breath out of Link, leaving only a numb blandness. She stepped back, pointing the lighted torch to him. He didn't know when she had taken it from him, which made his jaw drop even closer to the ground.
Link's confusion was apparent to the girl, for a star of amusement exploded in her eyes and she grinned maliciously. "You may stand." When Link did so like a clamoring fool, she laughed, not lightly, but with enough edge to show she wasn't a nancying school girl. She looked about Link's age.
"So what are you doing here, boy? A tourist? To look at rocks?" The lighted head of the torch inched closer to Link in the hands of the girl. He felt stupid. Why was the HERO OF TIME taking commands from some strange girl? If he had his old form, she'd probably be on her knees begging for forgiveness.
The light shone off his sword behind her stance at the foot of the bush. His eyes darted back to her face so she wouldn't guess his next move. He wanted his time to smile, being quiet seemed too inferior to someone like him. It was insulting. He wanted to insult her back.
In the blink of an eye he rolled beneath the flame and beyond her. Then just as quickly, he grabbed his sword and hopped back into a fighter's stance. She snapped around quickly to find the blade of the Kokiri pointing at her face. A slight fear dripped from her face, but evaporated just a quickly as it had come. She tore into his eyes, but he refused to let her weaken him again. He gave her back one of her own stares. Though her fate could've been easily arranged, she rose the torch she still held so that it was like two swordsmen ready to take eachother's life. Link just continued to leer at her, as she did to him, locked in a battle of dare.
The silence was broken when a smile cracked back on to her lips, annoying Link. "Are you sure that's wise? What would you do with it anyway? Make a giant omelet? Or maybe you think you'll wait for it to hatch to see what if would feel like to have real power? It would destroy you in a matter of seconds...." The last phrase was said was a ferocity it hurt Link's ears. What was she talking about? Then he remembered the egg. It seemed to be what she wanted.
With his left hand still pointing the blade at the girl, he reached his leg back and moved the egg out from it's snug nest without looking. The girl's face was covered by the unfamiliar expression of panic and her eyes clouded over. A shutter ran through her and she let out a tiny cry that she quickly shut off. Link rose his leg in her weakened moment, and placed it atop the egg as if threatening to stomp it. He received the most hateful glare he could imagine. "Give it up . Don't make me take it from you." Her voice wavered though. She lowered the flame and threw it behind her, leaving them both in darkness except for the sunspot it shown in the distance. He couldn't see her face now, but just her silhouette in that faint glow. She drooped. She spoke with kindness and fear... like a human "Give me the egg... please."
Link's heart twanged. He took his boot off the egg, though it was his weapon, and stood back. The girl reached down and carefully scooped it up and bundled it in her arms like a baby. Then slowly she walked over to the torch, without turning her back, and picked it up. Only then did Link noticed her full image.
She was about his height, with a grey-blue dark, sleeveless shirt that hung down from her neck over her chest of a young woman. The pants are what gave it away. They were made for the desert. Tight around the ankles and her tiny waist, with golden, turquoise, and maroon fabric. Between the couplets was thin white cloth that billowed out for keep cool. Where had he seen these before? It hit him; The Gerudo and pirates. Her skin was a bit lighter of their color, but the hair was traced with their blood. So were the beautiful facial structure, and strong body, still hexed though with the last drips of childhood. She turned and looked at him. "What?"
"...and you thought I was a thief..."
".... What are you getting at?" She had an offended height in her voice.
"Why don't you tell me.... Gerudo?"
It's going to be cold Link thought, best make camp. Having been on many adventures, Link knew how to survive on the land. It seemed that him and the scratchy desert, sparking forest, or sharp ice could always turn out to be friends after some debate. It was better than walls...for then all there was in the indoors... . Walls: no life to them, they were only enlarged jail bars. The conclusion brought him back to reality, and aware of the task at hand.
Link looked around hopefully for firewood on the floor, but remembered he was in a desert. He gave a sigh, crossed his arms, and leaned back onto Epona with hard-earned trust. Then out of the corner of his blues, he caught the little-budded bush. It swayed innocently with it's back turned.
His eyebrows knitted, What a pity, I have to use virgin wood... Link always thought of every tree as the Great Deku Tree. That immense tree that, when alive, had raised him as a Kokiri like a father. Then one day with the help of Ganondorf, he was cursed, and doomed to die even though Link helped him through his last...
With a sad shrug, Link got off the horse and strolled over to the brush. It still waggled in naivety, like a puppy dog being approached by it's master, but not knowing he held a bag and pipe. Link removed his Kokiri blade from its sheath and got down on one knee to peer beneath the evading twigs. His eyes went wide.
Underneath the twigs in an minute-made nest of dirt, sat an egg, a little bigger than his head. Its silver color almost hurt his eyes with its glow. It definitely wasn't from any bird he'd ever seen. I wonder if it's real.... Curiosity overcame his better experience, and he reached out his fingers to graze the smooth, unbelievably soft looking surface.
"HYA!!"
Expecting the smooth comfort of the shell, Link was caught off guard by a blunt smack to the back of his head. He yanked away from the harmless little bush and rolled to his feet. As soon as he regained his balance though, a stick was sharply prodded into his stomach and he keeled over. Even after THAT, a punch was landed in his chest and his air flew out as he flew back. He landed on his butt where Epona had once been.
Darkness finally had fallen and all Link could see of his attacker was a silhouette of a mound of ...stuff... molding over by the would-have-been firewood. What the hell is that? A heat started growing behind him. He turned to see a torch the stranger must have dropped , grabbed it, and held it out in front of him like a sword. He peered into the spongy dark.
The light seeped along the ground until it came to his assaulter. To him it was just a huddled robe next to the bush. As if knowing he was staring at them, the person threw back their cloak in a way that made Link remember his last battle with Ganon. The flame flickered in her eyes for a minuscule second, pure rainbow circles. Then the torch was snuffed out without another glimpse.
Link sat there, breathing forcibly and trembling. His goggled eyes stared forward beyond the naked torch, but only met blackness.
The torch flickered back on.
A girl's face filled his vision. Her ruby red lips gleamed in an almost unrecognizable smiles, but it was nothing compared to the snicker sparkling in her large eyes and lashes. Those eyes; they seemed to switch from pearly gray, like a dove or stone, to a black diamond, the lighting made the difference. What happened to the rainbows he had seen? Thin black eyebrows sliced through a brazened complexion and was framed by black and red streaked hair. It curved down to her chin and hung from her pointed ears liked curled knives.
She frowned when she met his stare. " Travelers rarely come by these parts." Her eyes bore into his, looking like black endless holes, not a light shone in them. They sucked the words, thought memories, and breath out of Link, leaving only a numb blandness. She stepped back, pointing the lighted torch to him. He didn't know when she had taken it from him, which made his jaw drop even closer to the ground.
Link's confusion was apparent to the girl, for a star of amusement exploded in her eyes and she grinned maliciously. "You may stand." When Link did so like a clamoring fool, she laughed, not lightly, but with enough edge to show she wasn't a nancying school girl. She looked about Link's age.
"So what are you doing here, boy? A tourist? To look at rocks?" The lighted head of the torch inched closer to Link in the hands of the girl. He felt stupid. Why was the HERO OF TIME taking commands from some strange girl? If he had his old form, she'd probably be on her knees begging for forgiveness.
The light shone off his sword behind her stance at the foot of the bush. His eyes darted back to her face so she wouldn't guess his next move. He wanted his time to smile, being quiet seemed too inferior to someone like him. It was insulting. He wanted to insult her back.
In the blink of an eye he rolled beneath the flame and beyond her. Then just as quickly, he grabbed his sword and hopped back into a fighter's stance. She snapped around quickly to find the blade of the Kokiri pointing at her face. A slight fear dripped from her face, but evaporated just a quickly as it had come. She tore into his eyes, but he refused to let her weaken him again. He gave her back one of her own stares. Though her fate could've been easily arranged, she rose the torch she still held so that it was like two swordsmen ready to take eachother's life. Link just continued to leer at her, as she did to him, locked in a battle of dare.
The silence was broken when a smile cracked back on to her lips, annoying Link. "Are you sure that's wise? What would you do with it anyway? Make a giant omelet? Or maybe you think you'll wait for it to hatch to see what if would feel like to have real power? It would destroy you in a matter of seconds...." The last phrase was said was a ferocity it hurt Link's ears. What was she talking about? Then he remembered the egg. It seemed to be what she wanted.
With his left hand still pointing the blade at the girl, he reached his leg back and moved the egg out from it's snug nest without looking. The girl's face was covered by the unfamiliar expression of panic and her eyes clouded over. A shutter ran through her and she let out a tiny cry that she quickly shut off. Link rose his leg in her weakened moment, and placed it atop the egg as if threatening to stomp it. He received the most hateful glare he could imagine. "Give it up . Don't make me take it from you." Her voice wavered though. She lowered the flame and threw it behind her, leaving them both in darkness except for the sunspot it shown in the distance. He couldn't see her face now, but just her silhouette in that faint glow. She drooped. She spoke with kindness and fear... like a human "Give me the egg... please."
Link's heart twanged. He took his boot off the egg, though it was his weapon, and stood back. The girl reached down and carefully scooped it up and bundled it in her arms like a baby. Then slowly she walked over to the torch, without turning her back, and picked it up. Only then did Link noticed her full image.
She was about his height, with a grey-blue dark, sleeveless shirt that hung down from her neck over her chest of a young woman. The pants are what gave it away. They were made for the desert. Tight around the ankles and her tiny waist, with golden, turquoise, and maroon fabric. Between the couplets was thin white cloth that billowed out for keep cool. Where had he seen these before? It hit him; The Gerudo and pirates. Her skin was a bit lighter of their color, but the hair was traced with their blood. So were the beautiful facial structure, and strong body, still hexed though with the last drips of childhood. She turned and looked at him. "What?"
"...and you thought I was a thief..."
".... What are you getting at?" She had an offended height in her voice.
"Why don't you tell me.... Gerudo?"