Okay then. Er, hi everyone. This is my first Zelda fic, so be nice to me,
okay? Anyway . . . a few things before we get started; if anyone couldn't
tell from the summary, this takes place in modern times. Because of this,
it might seem AU at first. There are only a few characters that you will
know (Ganondorf, Link, but nobody like the sages or Malon) Well . . . if
anyone has any questions other than that, let me know, and I'll answer
them!
Disclaimer- I don't own Zelda.
"talking" /thoughts/ *telepathic speech, if there is any* ::words meant to be emphasized, as if they were in italics::
/That foolish hero. He really thought he could beat me./
Ganondorf could feel his body floating through time and space.
/He sent me to the sacred realm, locking me in there. And then he sealed me in stone./
A scowl crossed his dark features as he thought about the man who had given him this punishment.
/He buried me in the waves of the great sea./
Ganondorf held out his left hand, the limb looking like a ghostly image in the light-filled waters.
/He never thought that I could come back, after all this time./
The King of Evil watched as the Triforce glowed dimly on his hand, and smiled.
/But I will, hero, I will/
And his mind drifted back to the time before the waves of the great sea, when Hyrule was a prospering, peaceful land.
::Long ago, there existed a kingdom where a golden power lay hidden. One day, a man of great evil found this power and took it for himself, and with it at his command, he spread darkness across the kingdom. But then . . . just as all hope had died, a young boy clothed in green appeared as if from nowhere. Wielding a blade that repelled evil, he sealed the dark one away and gave the land light. This boy, who traveled through time to save the land, was known as the Hero of Time. The boy's tale was passed down through generations until it became legend.
And then a day came when a fell wind began to blow across the kingdom, and the great evil once again crept forth from the depths of the earth. The people believed that the Hero of Time would again come to save them. But the hero did not appear. . . .
What became of that kingdom. . . ? None remain who know. The memory of the kingdom vanished, but its legend survived on the wind's breath. -Introduction to "The legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker"::
::beep, beep beep, be-::
The alarm clock stops abruptly as I slam my fist into it. I groan and peer out of bed, throwing my green sheets off myself and my blue pajamas. Almost immediately, I plop my head back down on the pillow.
"Who's idea was it that I get up and practice karate this early?" I groan. I can almost hear a little voice in the back of my head-/You, you idiot!/ it says. I groan again. This is just what I need, little voices talking to me from the back of my head the day I'm going to take my black belt test in karate. "Might as well get started practicing. I'm gonna need it."
::Clunk!::
I open one eye and peer at my window, where the sound had come from. I tiptoe over, and throw the window open.
Ouch.
Another rock just hit me.
"Sorry!" I look down. Skye's standing there, and where I should see an "I'm- so-sorry-I-hit-you" face, I see a typical "Get-you-butt-outta-bed-and-I- won't-do-it-again" face.
Figures that she'd be the one throwing rocks. She doesn't care if she hits or misses.
"What do you want?" I ask, glaring down at her. She laughs.
"You said you'd be practicing, so I thought I'd come and help! Now come on down!" I sigh.
Great. She's just what I need. The daughter of my sensei watching me practice. But really, what would a black belt want with a lowly brown belt like myself?
"Why are you helping me?" I ask minutes later as I join her on the hard concrete of my parent's driveway. She sighs.
"Honestly, you've asked me this question every time I've helped you practice, Link," she says, walking off to the woods and motioning for me to follow. Somehow I've always kinda felt at home in the woods. "We're friends, we've been friends since I was three and you saved me from that . . . what was it again?"
I laugh. "It was a 'rabid chicken' as you so charmingly put it five years ago," I say. It hadn't been doing anything, she was just screaming her head off because it came near her. Skye falls into a fighting stance, and I copy her. Our conversation now comes in short bursts between kicks and punches. Skye tells me about this moron that she's been dating.
"And he says, 'Skye, I don't think that you should wear that dress," she says as she blocks my punch with her arm. I wince. "Honestly. Is there anything wrong with me wearing a low-cut dress?"
"Well, you are flat as a board."
::BAM::
I suppose I deserved that. I would never admit it out loud though.
"Thanks for your vote of confidence," Skye says. Damn, was that a ::kick::? I work my jaw open and closed, wondering if it still works. Come to think of it, you probably can kick pretty high after years and years of stretching. "Are you all right? My leg's bruising." Hah. I knew it would.
"You deserve it," I say.
"Come on," Skye tells me, sitting down on the roots of a tree that are protruding from the ground. "Let's take a quick break." I walk over and sit down next to her. We're in our clearing, the one we discovered when we were about five. It's always been sort of a special place for us, mainly because we had our first sparring match here when I was a green belt and she was a blue.
She won that match, if I remember correctly.
"Ah, Liiiiiiink," I hear Skye whine next to me. "Don't tell me you brought that ferret with you ::again::" I look down to where my bag with my karate stuff in it is moving.
I thought I told Navi to stay still.
"Yeah," I say as I drag the female ferret out of my bag. She hisses at Skye before going and settling on my shoulder. Don't ask me why I named her Navi, it just seemed like a cool name. She's strange though. She always nags me, in her own way, by nibbling at my ear as if she's talking and making high-pitched noises whenever I'm about to go into a fight. Once she even launched herself at my sparring opponent. I thought it was cute; Skye thought Navi had gone mental; Skye's father (my, well, our sensei) banished her from the dojo. "Don't you like her?"
"She just scares me sometimes, that's all," Skye says. "Sometimes it's like she's more than an animal." I gape at her.
Is it just me, or did Navi just give Skye a funny look?
"LINK!!! GET YOUR BUTT BACK HERE SO THAT YOU'RE ON TIME FOR THE TEST!!!"
That would be Skye's father. He doesn't want me to miss the test-he likes me just as well as Skye does. Come to think; why hasn't he-
"SKYE!! YOU NEED TO COME BACK HERE TOO!!"
Never mind. Skye and I trade looks of mock-innocence before we leave the clearing. Sometimes I wonder how that man knows where we are all the time.
Disclaimer- I don't own Zelda.
"talking" /thoughts/ *telepathic speech, if there is any* ::words meant to be emphasized, as if they were in italics::
/That foolish hero. He really thought he could beat me./
Ganondorf could feel his body floating through time and space.
/He sent me to the sacred realm, locking me in there. And then he sealed me in stone./
A scowl crossed his dark features as he thought about the man who had given him this punishment.
/He buried me in the waves of the great sea./
Ganondorf held out his left hand, the limb looking like a ghostly image in the light-filled waters.
/He never thought that I could come back, after all this time./
The King of Evil watched as the Triforce glowed dimly on his hand, and smiled.
/But I will, hero, I will/
And his mind drifted back to the time before the waves of the great sea, when Hyrule was a prospering, peaceful land.
::Long ago, there existed a kingdom where a golden power lay hidden. One day, a man of great evil found this power and took it for himself, and with it at his command, he spread darkness across the kingdom. But then . . . just as all hope had died, a young boy clothed in green appeared as if from nowhere. Wielding a blade that repelled evil, he sealed the dark one away and gave the land light. This boy, who traveled through time to save the land, was known as the Hero of Time. The boy's tale was passed down through generations until it became legend.
And then a day came when a fell wind began to blow across the kingdom, and the great evil once again crept forth from the depths of the earth. The people believed that the Hero of Time would again come to save them. But the hero did not appear. . . .
What became of that kingdom. . . ? None remain who know. The memory of the kingdom vanished, but its legend survived on the wind's breath. -Introduction to "The legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker"::
::beep, beep beep, be-::
The alarm clock stops abruptly as I slam my fist into it. I groan and peer out of bed, throwing my green sheets off myself and my blue pajamas. Almost immediately, I plop my head back down on the pillow.
"Who's idea was it that I get up and practice karate this early?" I groan. I can almost hear a little voice in the back of my head-/You, you idiot!/ it says. I groan again. This is just what I need, little voices talking to me from the back of my head the day I'm going to take my black belt test in karate. "Might as well get started practicing. I'm gonna need it."
::Clunk!::
I open one eye and peer at my window, where the sound had come from. I tiptoe over, and throw the window open.
Ouch.
Another rock just hit me.
"Sorry!" I look down. Skye's standing there, and where I should see an "I'm- so-sorry-I-hit-you" face, I see a typical "Get-you-butt-outta-bed-and-I- won't-do-it-again" face.
Figures that she'd be the one throwing rocks. She doesn't care if she hits or misses.
"What do you want?" I ask, glaring down at her. She laughs.
"You said you'd be practicing, so I thought I'd come and help! Now come on down!" I sigh.
Great. She's just what I need. The daughter of my sensei watching me practice. But really, what would a black belt want with a lowly brown belt like myself?
"Why are you helping me?" I ask minutes later as I join her on the hard concrete of my parent's driveway. She sighs.
"Honestly, you've asked me this question every time I've helped you practice, Link," she says, walking off to the woods and motioning for me to follow. Somehow I've always kinda felt at home in the woods. "We're friends, we've been friends since I was three and you saved me from that . . . what was it again?"
I laugh. "It was a 'rabid chicken' as you so charmingly put it five years ago," I say. It hadn't been doing anything, she was just screaming her head off because it came near her. Skye falls into a fighting stance, and I copy her. Our conversation now comes in short bursts between kicks and punches. Skye tells me about this moron that she's been dating.
"And he says, 'Skye, I don't think that you should wear that dress," she says as she blocks my punch with her arm. I wince. "Honestly. Is there anything wrong with me wearing a low-cut dress?"
"Well, you are flat as a board."
::BAM::
I suppose I deserved that. I would never admit it out loud though.
"Thanks for your vote of confidence," Skye says. Damn, was that a ::kick::? I work my jaw open and closed, wondering if it still works. Come to think of it, you probably can kick pretty high after years and years of stretching. "Are you all right? My leg's bruising." Hah. I knew it would.
"You deserve it," I say.
"Come on," Skye tells me, sitting down on the roots of a tree that are protruding from the ground. "Let's take a quick break." I walk over and sit down next to her. We're in our clearing, the one we discovered when we were about five. It's always been sort of a special place for us, mainly because we had our first sparring match here when I was a green belt and she was a blue.
She won that match, if I remember correctly.
"Ah, Liiiiiiink," I hear Skye whine next to me. "Don't tell me you brought that ferret with you ::again::" I look down to where my bag with my karate stuff in it is moving.
I thought I told Navi to stay still.
"Yeah," I say as I drag the female ferret out of my bag. She hisses at Skye before going and settling on my shoulder. Don't ask me why I named her Navi, it just seemed like a cool name. She's strange though. She always nags me, in her own way, by nibbling at my ear as if she's talking and making high-pitched noises whenever I'm about to go into a fight. Once she even launched herself at my sparring opponent. I thought it was cute; Skye thought Navi had gone mental; Skye's father (my, well, our sensei) banished her from the dojo. "Don't you like her?"
"She just scares me sometimes, that's all," Skye says. "Sometimes it's like she's more than an animal." I gape at her.
Is it just me, or did Navi just give Skye a funny look?
"LINK!!! GET YOUR BUTT BACK HERE SO THAT YOU'RE ON TIME FOR THE TEST!!!"
That would be Skye's father. He doesn't want me to miss the test-he likes me just as well as Skye does. Come to think; why hasn't he-
"SKYE!! YOU NEED TO COME BACK HERE TOO!!"
Never mind. Skye and I trade looks of mock-innocence before we leave the clearing. Sometimes I wonder how that man knows where we are all the time.