Talim woke from her sleep, and felt blessed with such a beautiful day. The sun shone brightly, trees kept their green, and small breezes of comfort surrounded her. Birds where chirping as she got to her feet, folding up her bedroll. Although the day seemed perfect, the campground seemed completely abandoned.
Where's Link?
Knowing that Link wasn't in the campground, she ventured out into the forest. The aroma of the newly blossomed flowers and the small, tranquil breeze had calmed Talim. Taking a few more steps, the priestess parted a bush, finding Link on the other side, writing a letter.
"Hey Link!" Talim exclaimed.
Link jumped up in shock, quickly hiding the letter in his belt.
"Hey Talim. Wow, you sure got up early today. Didn't expect you to be up for at least another half hour," responded the elf.
Talim held out her outstretched hand, which Link took, and they made their way back to the campground.
The two ate their breakfast atop a spread out blanket, telling each other of their past and what they hope to accomplish.
"So besides finding Ganondorf," Talim mumbled through her full mouth, "what else are you looking for?"
"Well," Link started after patting his mouth with a napkin, "Since Ganondorf owns the Triforce of power, he seeks of an ultimate weapon that will hold no limit to his power. According to legend, an ancient sword known as the Soul Edge exists among these parts, so I'm assuming he's going after it. Hopefully, I can get it before he does."
"Soul Edge?" The young priestess scratched her head. "I think more than once I've heard my daddy talk about it."
"It's no surprise. The Soul Edge is the most powerful sword in the world, so what I've heard."
After breakfast, Link packed up his belongings, and they both started the first chapter of their adventures together.
The two adventurers traveled down a wide-open dirt road, although Talim had no clue where Link was taking her. She didn't really care, so long as she had someone to be with.
"So, um, where are we going?" asked the puzzled girl.
"First things first. We need to find your family, Talim. It's only a matter of time before Ganondorf does something bad to them."
After Link's words, Talim felt many mixed emotions. She felt happiness, optimism, but also guilt, as she feels as if she had impeded Link's progress in finding the Soul Edge. Behind her guilt, though, she felt euphoric knowing that somebody actually cared for her and her family.
"Link, you're so sweet."
Link said nothing, and continued marching down the wide-open road.
The road seemed blessed with good fortune, having beautiful sunlight shining above and grassy fields presented the travelers with a beautiful scent. The wind blew hard in Link's face, forcing him to squint, but Talim enjoyed the wind and Link naturally adapted.
After hours of travel and talk, the shining sun set and the glamorous moon rose. Suddenly everything became quiet, and all Link and Talim could hear were the sounds of each other's breath.
"Whew, I'm pooped!" Talim exclaimed, as Link began setting up camp under a hovering mountain cliff. The elf unwrapped the bedrolls and began a fire. Looking around, Talim's eyes exhibited fear, and Link immediately noticed.
"Are you alright, Talim?" Link asked.
"Umm, well, I'm a little afraid of the dark. I've never slept outside alone before, you know," Talim responded, slightly trembling.
"You aren't alone, Talim. Why don't we share a bedroll tonight, to kind of calm your anxiety a bit, hmm?" suggested Link.
Talim had just realized how much she secretly wanted this.
Wait a minute. Did he just ask to sleep with me?
"Well, I suppose. Nothing can hurt me through the Hero of Time, eh?" Talim joked.
The young wind priestess had comfortably slipped under the bedroll, opening it up to signal that Link should follow. Understanding Talim's gesture, he slid in as well. Once he joined Talim, she immediately rested her head on Link's chest, wrapping her arms around him as well.
His scent. My goodness, he smells so good.
"Talim, I promise to protect you from all harm," Link whispered in her ear, as she snoozed off.
Through the night, Talim laid her weary head on Link's relaxed chest, and fell into a deep sleep. Link, however, was a light sleeper, and was woken up by the gentle sounds of snapped twigs and rustles of bushes. The fire that Link had made previously had gone out, so Link couldn't see what was lurking in the trees. Concerned for Talim's safety, as well as remembering his promise to her, he gently placed her head on his pillow and began investigating.
Link's palms began sweating, and his heart thumping. The crackles of the twigs became more apparent. He wiped the sweat from his brow and continued deep into the trees, becoming more and more worried about the Shaman's protection. The unruffled hooting of an owl and the chirping of the crickets only added to Link's anxiety.
As he approached a nearby lake, he could have sworn he saw shadowy apparition dart past the trees. After considering his mind had played tricks on him, he saw it again. The ghostly silhouette appeared a second time, whizzing through trees, leaving loud sounds of cracked leaves behind. The Hylian drew out his Master Sword and Hylian Shield, preparing for possible confrontation.
The moment Link had drawn out his weapons, he released them suddenly, finding his arms around his neck gasping for air.
Link felt an arched metal ring pressed against his throat, depriving Link of all his oxygen. The metal ring had also been shaped so that small spikes had been curved from its circumference, and Link began feeling the spike ramming deep into his throat.
"Damn it…you aren't the Wind Shaman!" whispered Link's foe in a low, malevolent tone.
Purely out of instinct, Link's elbow swing backwards, digging deep into the gut of his attacker. Link heard a loud "oof!" behind him, as the Hylian quickly made his escape. Cupping his throat, Link grabbed his sword and shield as he rolled back to his feet.
"What do you want her for?" exclaimed Link, trying to make out what his attacker looked like, "She isn't here!"
His question was answered, for when the bright moonlight shone upon whom Link was dealing with, his attacker was exposed.
She wore a sparse green outfit, with long green leggings and purple sleeves. Her pants were tight, and her boots had been tightened with purple straps. She exposed a large part of her stomach, reminding Link briefly of Talim. Green fluff hung from her outfit in the thigh area and her wrists. She wore deep green eye shadow and had her short hair put up with a bandana. Her hair was turquoise-green, matching her outfit and her eyes as well. Purple marks had stretched across her stomach and her face as well. Her outfit had resembled that of Link's with the abundance of green. In her hands laid a giant wheel weapon, the weapon that had injured Link earlier.
"Liar!" screamed the girl, as she sprung forth at Link, violently swinging her wheel.
Link drew his shield, and was able to block most of her attacks, until one blow struck Link's thigh, injuring his leg. Sucking up the pain, the elf rolled to avoid the spinning wheel that came toward him, and once out of any threat, he pulled out his bow and fired a swift arrow. The girl gracefully cart wheeled away from danger.
Her moves were so elegant and stylish, it seemed as if she were enjoying a dance. Link had tried not to become sidetracked with the girl's beautiful moves, but couldn't cast his glance away from her polished dance. During Link's inattentiveness, the girl was again able to grasp Link into a stranglehold with her wheel, feeling the spikes mine into his throat once again.
"DIE!"
The Hylian felt as if all his life was leaving his lungs, and didn't have the energy to counter. Just as Link was about to give in, the grip of the wheel had softened, and he fell to the ground. The mysterious girl had begun screaming in pain, as he found Talim on her back, striking Syi Salika and Loka Luha at her back. Talim's multiple blows had sent the girl careening across the sandy lakeshore.
Talim wasn't finished. Following the rolling body, she leaped onto her body and forced her into a forceful pin.
"Who are you?" Talim said as she struggled with the resisting girl.
"My identity doesn't matter," the girl struggled to say as she attempted to escape, "but yours does! The Wind Shaman, I presume?"
Talim was puzzled, "What's it to you?"
The girl, finally founding the person she had hunted, kicked Talim off with a final burst of energy, propelling her back. Talim landed awkwardly on her ankle as she struggled back to her feet, but to no success.
"I, Tira, will finish my master's request!" proclaimed Tira, as she marched toward Talim, ready to make the final blow.
As Tira raised her weapon, ready to strike, the Hylian dove at her from the side, tackling her into the lake.
Talim finally got back to her feet, rushing to the lake where Tira and Link had fallen in. All was quiet; no splashes or sounds were evident.
After what had seemed like hours, the Hylian emerged from the lake, his arm grasped around Tira's leg. He fell to the ground panting for air, and Talim immediately came to his aid. Link had won the battle.