"Link..." A voice whispered, echoing through the forest that the blonde teenage boy was wandering in. He looked around, blue eyes wide as he looked behind trees and up them, inside bushes and around them, trying to find the source of the echoing voice. He even lifted up a rock to see if the person was under that.
"Over here..." the voice whispered to him again. Link turned around to see an opening to what appeared to be a large castle at one point until it fell apart to be ruins. Looking around, the blonde boy hesitantly made his way inside, only to stop at what he saw.
Piles and piles of rubble laid strung about, creating a maze of sorts in the room. Some of the piles loomed to be over twice the size of Link. The blonde squinted up at the sun, almost falling back as he saw that what little remained of the ceiling stretched to be high above his head, coming to be even taller than the orphanage home he lived in for just the single room that he was in.
Regaining his composure, Link wandered around, trying to find the source of the whispering voice through the maze of ceiling debris. He wandered, coming to the occasional annoying wall of the room, until his path was completely blocked by an especially large mound that loomed to be three times Links height. Daunted by the height of the fallen debris, Link shuffled backwards before he froze as the voice called out to him again.
"Link..." The voice whispered once more, making the boy push aside his fear for curiosity. Link walked up to the towering mountain, placing a hesitant hand on the rubble before he put a foot on a ledge that was jutting out. He put his weight on his foot, tasting to see if the debris would hold. A few bits broke off and rolled down, bouncing into his shoe on the foot that was still planted on the ground, but otherwise the rubble held.
Letting out a breath of air, shaky as his fear returned slightly, Link began to climb, huffing with the effort of lifting himself up the rubble. Trying not to look down, Link heaved himself onto the top of the pile, panting from the tiring climb. He laid there for a few seconds, recovering his breath and trying to still his racing heart.
Closing his eyes, Link was about to call the journey a day and fall asleep when the voice spoke to him again. "Link...!" it shouted at whisper volume.
Link groaned and blinked, looking up to what was ahead of him. His eyes widened at the statue that he saw, standing on the other side, tall and fair. She looked as though she was giving an unseen person some unseen object, while at the same time, guarding some deep, dark, and sinister secret.
Forgetting all about his fear of heights, Link scrambled to climb down from the pile of rubble. Almost to the ground, Link forgot to check his next foothold, and he ended up falling the last two feet. Dazed and winded, Link lied there for awhile before he got up and stumbled over to the statue to investigate it further up close.
Link was stunned by the obvious beauty of the statue. She seemed elegant and graceful, kind and caring. Yet she looked like a warrior, nimble on her feet and lithe in tone. Link ran a hand along the statue's arm, feeling the smooth work of it. The cement was cold to the touch, but it heated up almost as soon as the blonde orphan touched it. Link noticed a bronze palette on the statue base and he ran a hand along it, reading the name etched on it out loud.
"Hylia- patron goddess of Hyrule." Awed by the craftsmanship of the statue, Link continued to observe it until the voice spoke once more.
"I'm over here Link…" the voice whispered.
Pulling away from the statue, Link moved around it, freezing as he saw a blue girl, floating there. Her hair was half purple, half blue, and her eyes were completely blue with no pupil or iris ring. She stared at Link for awhile- or... at least he thought she was staring at him. It was hard to tell with her eyes. - before disappearing i to the sword that was behind her.
"Link..." the girl called from the sword behind her. "Pull it out... It is... your fate... to wield... the sword..."
A bit freaked but intrigued, Link walked up to the sword slowly, planning his steps in case a trap decided to spring on him. Once upon the sword that was sticking out of the ground, Link got this weird sense of deja vu as he slowly reached out to the sword. Just as his finger was about to touch the sword with the blue girl in it, he was yanked out of the world to have a little girl jumping on him on his bed.
"Come on, Link!" The girl whined. "You only have two hours until your show, and I really want to hear you play!"
"What the heck, Navi?" Link moaned. "Why couldn't you let me sleep another hour?"
The girl, Navi, scoffed. "Honestly, Link! I can't see how much you could possibly sleep in a day. It's almost six!"
"Good. That means the sun is still up." Link grumbled. "Now let me sleep some more."
"At night." Navi added.
Link threw a pillow over his head. "I've slept longer." He told the little girl. He heard an outraged snort, and his fingers scrambled for a bed post as Navi tried to pull him off the bed. "What the heck!"
"Come... on!" Navi grunted in her effort. "I don't want you to be late! Then I won't be able to listen to your show!"
Laughing, Link let go of the post, falling to the floor as Navi reeled back at the sudden movement. She landed in his laundry basket, trying to scramble out. She glared at Link, face red and cheeks puffed. "What are you laughing at?"
Link laughed a few more times before trying to calm himself down. "You! You're just so adorable! How you act all tough and strong with your small little size."
"I am tough and strong!" Navi squeaked in ind indignation. "And I'm not little! I'm average for my age!"
"On the small end!" Link laughed. He stopped Navi as she was about to counter with her own words. "Come on, then. We don't want to be late for my show!"
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Link almost quaked in fear as he peeked from around the curtain, seeing the large crowd. He scanned it, trying to see a familiar face, and he saw coach talking to the crowd. Link would have said he looked friendly in that lighting, but it would have been a lie. With the bright lights beaming down on coaches head, his hair was a deep, crimson blood color, and his eyes pitch black like a demon.
Thinking it was a trick of the lighting, Link blinked, and the changed coach was replaced by what the teenage boy knew him to be. That was really weird. Link thought as he went back behind the curtain. He got ready to play, sitting in his seat but getting uncomfortable by it. He stood, deciding he would play like that.
Sarah sat with the stringed instruments. She caught Link's eye and nodded at him, helping to stimulate his nerves slightly.
Letting out a deep breath of air, Link prepared himself as the curtains rose, and that was when all hell broke loose.
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Lolololol. Sorry for that age mistake in the last chapter. XD I would fix it, but I'm too busy with other stories that I'm about to start up. XD Thanks for reading this chapter, too!
~Trinity