Part 1:
Humble Beginnings
-By MuteShadow
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Disclaimer: I, MuteShadow, do not own Legend of Zelda. Any Legend of Zelda related items are respectfully owned by their respectful creators.
Author's Note: READ This story is a mixture of fictional writing created by my own imagination and some plot lines from; Ocarina of Time, Majora's Mask, Wind Waker & Twilight Princess. The plot and basic concept of this fanfiction was created by me; MuteShadow.
Warnings: Sexual Situations There might be lemons..I do not know yet, Violence/Gore and Language. This fanfiction is rated M/NC-17 and is for mature readers only. Any one under the age of 17 and with the mental maturity of that of a 10 year old and younger please leave. Thank You.
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MuteShadow's Corner;
Hello Readers, welcome to the second chapter of my story. I am a bit dissapointed with the one review but I hope to that this chapter will encourage all of you to leave a comment that will encourage me to continue the story. Thank you to all who have read the story. Rate and Review;
-MuteShadow.
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Link stared into Orca's face, his own features tight with pain. The pain from his own exterior injuries aided by the internal, the boy was fighting his instincts to groan in pain. Her eyes wide, Link's Grandmother leaned towards her grandson, her face stressed. "Link..."
Clenching his teeth together in an attempt to resist the urge to scream in pain, he brought his suffering gaze to his only mentor and parental figure. Nodding to her, he awaited tensly for her to speak. The Grandmother stood stiffly, her head bowed. "Please...go." Bringing her pleading eyes to her grandson's, she wept weakly, her body trembling. "You and Aryll are all I have left...please...go get Aryll and bring her back safely to me. I do not wish to see Hyrule be purged into eternal darkness." Stopping her plead, she stared at the silent Orca. "Orca has never been wrong...and for him to suggest that you are the only one who can save Hyrule frightens me. For I knew all along." She whispered.
Link's brows flew up in surprise. What? Frowning, he waited for the elderly woman to continue. Looking away from her grandson's penetrating gaze, she croaked, "Our blood line is that of the Hero of Time, Link. Our blood line is the sworn protectors of Hyrule and its people. For many centuries we were the saviours along side the mysterious people of the Sheikah who protected Hyrule, its people and Royal family." Bringing her old eyes to her grandchild's shocked face, she smiled sadly. "I do not wish to see you go, as selfish as it is. I fear I will never see you again...but...I believe in you, my dearest Link. I believe that you can save Hyrule, Aryll and restore peace to the Land."
Orca nodded grimly. "You grandmother is right, Link. You must go...It will be a perilious journey but one that will mayhap service you in some way."
Link listened to this, his eyes never straying from the ground. His head bowed forward, he stood up slowly, his form stiff. Bringing his sapphire eyes to the hopeful gazes of his only family, he nodded. "I will go."
Link's Grandmother sobbed and quickly ran forward to envelope her grandson into her small, chubby body. Her tears falling into his golden hair, the elderly woman whispered, "Please come back to us. I will wait here with Orca for your and Aryll's return." Drawing back, she gave a sad smile. "You are not afraid, are you Link?" Seeing him shake his head 'no', she chuckled. "You never were one to back down. That is why I believe you will succeed." Staring into the eyes so alike to her now deceased son and his wife, the parents of Aryll and Link, the Grandmother gasped. Shuffling away quickly, she called to Link, "Please wait one more moment, Link! I must get you some items for your departure.."
Watching his Grandmother almost run with her swift stride, Link looked down at the old man at his feet. Bending his legs, Link rested on the heels of his precise feet and stared into the aged face of the seasoned warrior. The two companions sized each other up, respect and curiousity evident in theirs gazes. In no time Link's Grandmother was beside the two men, her aged face soft and sad. Stepping towards her curious grandson, she pressed a parcel to him.
"This is your birthday present..." She watched him open it to reveal a green tunic, leather belt with a silver clasp, a pair of brown knee-high boots, white stockings, a white under shirt and long, pointy-tip green hat. Looking into his astonished face, she smiled. "I sewed it while you went to the fields. You know it is custom to give the boys of the village a warriors outfit when they come of age...I think now it is only suitable to give you this since now you are a warrior, Link."
Link held the suit in his hands, staring at the outfit in wonder. Looking to see both his Grandmother's and Orca's urging gazes, he quickly pulled off his white shirt and leather arm-bind and pulled the white under-shirt and green tunic on. Pulling the stockings over his muscled legs and the brown boots, he fastly fastened the leather belt around his defined hips. Shifting in his new outfit, Link felt the long, odd hat be placed on his head. Gazing into those blue eyes that were so warm in their pride, he clasped his grandmother tightly to his body, silently thanking her.
Orca wheezed, his chest heaving. "Link...go into my hut around that tree. It was not burnt, the Goddesses be thanked. You will find several items you will need for your journey; a sword, empty bottle, hand and arm coverings, scabbard, bow and arrows."
Link hurried to the hut and swiftly put the arm coverings on his muscled biceps. Pulling the leather hand binds on and strapping the sword sheath on, he tied the bottle to his belt. Looking around the hut for a sword, his eyes stopped on a beautiful gold-in laid sword. Stepping forward, he gazed at the metal blade with Hylian calligraphy set in gold written down the blade. Blinking, he grasped the oddly fitting handle in his hand. Twisting his wrist, he sliced the air with a natural born expertise, feeling an odd completion enter his soul. Frowning slightly, he placed the sword in its sheath and stepped out. His grandmother hurried forward with yet another gift.
"Link...here is the family crest shield said to have been used by the Hero himself. Use it in your battles and feel the power that runs in your blood and use it." She whispered.
Smiling, his creculan eyes shinning, Link tucked the shield on his back and stood in all his glory. The Grandmother wiped her eye, tears threatening to over come her sight at the beautiful picture her only grandson made. Orca had managed to now stand on one foot, his wrinkled and old body shivering from his injuries. Yet the old sword master limped forward to his newest student and bowed to him. "Take the road on the west outskirts of the village and walk until you enter the Lost Woods." Orca hesitated. "The Lost woods are a dangerous and mysterious realm that many odd creatures and people inhabit Link. Never let your guard down and do not fall prey to any one. Go throught the Lost Woods until you are in the Kokiri forest. There you will meet a sage and the Deku Tree. Ask this wise Tree God of what you can do to retrieve the Master Sword the thwart the evil. The sage will aid you in your journey against the evil Shadow. You must lead the sage to the temple designated to him or her to be able to obtain help from the Goddesses."
Link nodded stiffly, his jaw set. Smiling a very small, hopeless grin, Orca clasped Link's strong, calloused hand. "Good luck Link and may the Goddesses be with you."
Link's Grandmother sobbed and quickly cluthced her only grandson to her bosom. "Hurry home Link! Hurry home..."
Drawing from the only two people left in the world to him, Link smiled and waved good bye to them, walking down the dirt path through the burnt reminents of his village.
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Large trees of inconcivable size loomed over the cautious elf, his sapphire eyes shifting through the shadows of the forest. Frowning, Link noticed with an unnerving feeling he was being watched. But by whom? His brow furrowing, Link sighed when he noticed night was falling. He knew better then to travel at night especailly in the Lost Woods. Searching for an appropiate camp placing, Link noticed an open area beneath a large tree. Striding there, he checked the bushes and surrounding area for enemies. Satisfied when no monsters leapt out to kill him, he quickly set a few peices of wood down and set fire to them by hitting two rocks together to cause a spark that soon enveloped the dry timber and caused it to ignite into a burst of flame.
Taking out his bow and arrows, he looked at them curiously. He had never shot an arrow in his life but yet as he held the weapon in his splayed hand a mixture of relief and sudden happiness over came him. Pertrubed, he notched an arrow in the taught string easily, deftly almost. Closing one eye to focus on a target, Link raised the weapon and aimed at a near by rabbit. Not knowing why he felt so assured he was going to hit his target, he let loose of the held arrow and heard it whiz through the air with his sensitive ears. The distinitive sound of the arrow sinking into the small body of rabbit and its body falling to Earth startled him. Staring down at the bow in his hand, the Hylian fixed his shocked gaze on the familar object. What in the three Goddesses was going on with him?
Sighing, he walked forward and quickly drew the arrow out of the dead animal. Cleaning the kill and placing it on a crude spit, he cooked his dinner fast. Soon he had eaten and was currently sitting by the fire, waxing his sword's blade.
"Hn. You are an interesting figure aren't you?" A mocking voice murmured.
Startled, Link immediatly rolled to the opposite direciton of where the voice was originating from and swiftly got up into a defensive stance. Glaring over his sword's blade, he noticed a weird form in the tree that he had been sitting under. How had that person gotten there with out him hearing? Frowning, he tightened his hold on the sword cautiously. Some one who could move that silently was dangerous.
Link watched an odd red eye open slowly, the ruby depth to the orb startling against the dark of the night and its shadows. The eye was dead and lacked emotion except perhaps boredom. He watched a lithe figure stand on the sturdy branch and jump off of it, landing elegantly on the land before him. The stranger leaned against the tree, staying in the shadows. The stranger's one eye seemed fixed at him, never leaving his face.
"Who are you and why are you trespassing in my lands?"
Link frowned at the male voice. Obviously this boy was some sort of Forest inhabitant. Lowering his sword, Link looked at the boy curiously. "I do not give my name to strangers." He answered softly, his blue eyes showing his distrust of the stranger.
The form pushed itself off the tree trunk and walked towards the elven boy. Link watched the figure step into the light and blinked. The boy was lean and lithe and obviously some sort of elf. He had blond hair that was cut short and half of it covered the right side of his face. He wore a bandage sort of hat, bandages on his forearms and strangely enough underneath his armor, covering his torso in the medical used supply. He wore a skin tight blue suit with a scarf overtop of it but under the armor. What really interested Link was the fact that the boy's face from the tip of his nose and down was hidden underneath that baggy, strange scarf. His shinny silver armor held a huge eye that was releasing a red tear of some sort. All in all...he was a very enigimatic character.
The figure seemed to be smirking in a way for the one eye brow exposed to Link's sight rose in a mocking angle. "I am no stranger to these parts. You are in fact entering in my lands and I do not take kindly to arrogant elves who play with swords." The boy's red eye flashed dangerously.
Link brought his sword up, making a stance that said he wasn't here to fool around. The boy shrugged his shoulders carelessly and stepped forward. "If you want a fight I have no disagreence to it." Staring at the green figure, the mysterious boy flipped back his hair a bit, not touching the hair on the right side of his face. "I am just worried about your health after."
Link smiled a bit, enjoying the sudden spurt of energy he was feeling with the sword clasped in his hand and the onimous stranger who seemed to pose a challenge. Swinging his sword expertly through the air, Link leapt forward. The boy dodged Link's elegant slice and back flipped to a safer area. His long blue legs spread apart, the boy cut his hand through the air. Link blinked when he noticed daggers appearing beteween the long, bandaged fingers out of no where. He watched the boy swiftly through his arm forward, making the sharp weapons sail through the air. Cursing, Link brought his shield in front of his face, hearing the thunks of the daggers digging themselves in his shield. Pulling the wooden shield back, the elf gaped when he saw the daggers fade away, leaving on indents in his shield.
The boy took his enemies surprise for his own advantage and appeared before him, using a teleporting power. Kicking the shield out of Link grasp, the boy began kicking and punching. Link blocked the fierce attacks with his arms, thanking Orca mentally for the arm coverings. Grunting under the force of those strong limbs forcing such a incomprehendable strength, Link felt his body moving on its own accord. His eyes darkening and face calm, he suddenly found that he could actullay tell what the boy was going to do and could see the limbs moving even at the incredible speed they were going.
Knowing the boy was going to kick, Link caught the surprisingly small ankle in his hand and twisted it. The boy growled and wrenched his ankle free. Back flipping and landing on his feet, the boy glared at Link with his one red eye. Standing up liesurly, the boy nodded. "You are strong. Surprising for a pretty boy elf."
Link frowned at the strange boy. He did not enjoy little names that belittled him or his race. Turning from the boy, Link walked to his camp again. Link blinked in surprise when he noticed the boy was already sitting on his previous log beside the fire. Meeting that red eye cautiously, Link stepped forward and began to clean his sword's blade. Silence deafeaned the space between the two boys, making both of them strangely more aware yet kinder to each other.
Link glanced at the boy. "What is your name?" He asked.
The boy stared at the fire in thought. Link frowned when he noticed the boy was refusing an answer and went back to task. Suddenly a strong voice murmured, "My name is Sheik."
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MuteShadow: Whew there is another chapter! Yes I have Sheik in the story. Sheik is gonig to accompany Link here and there and just dissapear and reappear when ever he wants. Thats what Sheik does. Zelda wont be coming in till later but when she does the whole story will change and a romance will start.
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