Note: I do not own or claim ownership of the game, characters, or any characters associated with The Legend of Zelda games., other than those I made up!
And so there's my lovely disclaimer. But anyways, this, as the title says, is OoT in written form with a few of my very own twists, mainly because I either would like to add or subtract something to change the plot around. Is that not what fan fic is? I'm not going to use the exact dialogue of the game… because that would take quite a lot of time and I'd rather add my own spin on things. I've also cut down on many of the temple's and the on-goings inside of them, primarily because, again, it consumes quite a lot of time and I would rather have it the way I wished the game was: short and simple. :D Well, enough of me blabbing. Go ahead and read! I'd love a few reviews, and I'd also prefer at least a handful before I continue to post.
Turtel, the pitifully misspelled shell-bearing sea creature
Try to Remember
Part 1
The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time
In Written Form—With a few Twists
Chapter One
The rain hissed as it hit the warm earth.
He stood there, facing a towering, closed drawbridge. Two torches on either side sputtered and slowly died from the relentless downpour the heavens were unleashing.
Darkness.
He blinked, trying to see something. There was nothing. He began to wipe the droplets from his eyes when he stopped. He had heard something. He did not need to strain in order to hear it. The sound of the drawbridge creaking open was overwhelming, nearly drowning out the thunder. A sudden flash of lightning illuminated the odd scene. There was another noise approaching—the sound of galloping. Before the bridge was fully open, the cause of the second sound appeared; the body of a pure white horse--seemingly bearing a sole rider--flew from the entrance and closed the gap between the bridge and the ground. It landed, and without hesitation, continued on in full gallop.
He had to dash out of the way of the steed in order not to be trampled. Turning back, he stared at the animal as it dashed off. Just as it was disappearing into the night, he realized that, in fact, there were two riders, one in front, who was smaller, and the other behind, bearing the reigns, who also was much taller. They both wore hooded cloaks. The smaller rider turned their head and looked straight into his eyes. The girl was young, maybe a few years older than he, but not by much.
Her eyes wanted to tell him something. What was it? He couldn't tell exactly, but she needed help. Why me? he wondered, almost wishing she could hear his thoughts.
And, out of the darkness, the sound of hoofs returned, again coming from the drawbridge. Hesitantly, he turned. A quiet gasp slipped through his lips. A second horse stood before him, taller than the last. Its pelt seemed to melt into the midnight sky; it's main and tail were a fiery red. This horse was armored, unlike the first. He would have though the metals would slow the beast down, but after seeing it, he doubted that. The muscles of the horse looked thick as a tree, and strong as an ox. The rider was, if possible, more menacing. His hair matched the same intensity of his horse's main. He, too, was armed heavily, not only with muscle, but plated metal as well. The figure turned towards him; his eyes were piercing.
The boy tried to look away, but the figure seemed to hold his gaze there, in a trance. The rider slowly raised his hand, and with that, the boy crumpled on the ground and fell into a darkness deeper than the night.