Chapter 3
Disgrace
Malon stood silently, in her cruddy old shack of a home. Several boards were missing from the floor, the bed looked as if it endured a viscous beating. The feathers stuck out of her pillow, and the mattress drooped dangerously. She smiled. She'd be leaving all this behind soon. Maybe she'd get more sleep on the cold, hard, ground. Malon looked about this room, searching it for something that might be worth bringing. She found nothing. Too many bad memories in this place. She grabbed her bag, which she had stuffed with food, and left this place behind.
As she walked onto the path leading across Hyrule Field something occurred to Malon. She hadn't seen her family in over a year. For good reason though, they completely disowned her. The morning mist settled on her, as she stood there, pondering. He breath appeared, and disintegrated rhythmically in the cool weather. Against her better instinct, Malon set out for Lon Lon Ranch.
Ingo thrust the pitchfork into the pile of hay once more, much like he had done over and over again for the past twenty years. He wiped the sweat off his brow, and gazed towards the door to see a familiar, and unwanted face.
"Malon," he scowled. His face resembled a frog's and his body reminded her of a horse's leg.
"Hello Ingo." she tried to be cheery, but it was obvious she was just as happy to see him, as much as he was to see her.
"So, come back to beg for forgiveness?" Ingo laughed evilly. "Well too bad. It ain't gonna' happen, bitch." he sneered.
Malon stared at him angrily.
"Where is my father?"
Ingo snickered, "He's in the house, dying."
Malon looked like she just got trampled by a herd of stampeding horses.
"What?" He had to be lying.
"He got real ill a few days after the last time you saw 'im."
Malon did not need to hear more. She rushed into the house, tears streaming down her face.
Talon lay there under wool covers, breathing heavily and slowly. With every exhale of air, a sharp raspy sound followed. There were purple bags under his eyes, which were bloodshot. He looked as if he were already dead, and he was, in spirit.
Malon burst into the room, weeping.
"Father?" her voice was choked.
He didn't answer.
Malon moved to the edge of the bed, and kneeled at her father's side.
"I'm here father."
Still no answer.
"Please talk to me father."
"You're a disgrace Malon. You were the town drunk. The town drunk, Malon! Whatever happened to you, you were a good kid." Talon used the last of his energy, and turned so his back faced Malon. She was devastated. Her father was on his deathbed, and he just repeated the same thing he said every time she visited. She got to her feet, and left the ranch for good.