Marcus

"Mate!" The sweaty teenager was getting very impatient, "The chips are £1.50 and that's final. If you don't like it, then clear off!"

The 14 year old boys, clearly causing trouble to the older teen, started walking off, with grins plastered onto their faces.

"Come off it bruv, your chips taste like soggy biscuits anyway. Let's get out of this dump!"

Marcus sighed, wiping the sweat building up around his eyes. He looked at the watch on his wrist and found that the first satisfaction of the day had occurred, it was closing time.

'I bet Link never had to deal with people like them boys.' Marcus found himself jealous of the fictional Hero of Time. He put away the apron tied around his waist and put his coat on. Before locking up the shop and giving the key to his Manager, Marcus took the portion of Chips that he didn't manage on selling earlier.

"No point in wasting them." Marcus thought aloud.

The night air was refreshing, quickly dispersing of the smell of vinegar that hung to Marcus' clothes. The stars strangely visible for this area of London shone brightly against the light pollution attempting to block out the stars. The sounds of cars and buses carrying working people after a day's hard labour didn't disturb Marcus; in fact it almost soothed his minds as if he was listening to his favourite music. The wind started to pick up restless and dauntingly cold. Marcus zipped up his jacket and walked through a park trying to get home faster than possible.

"Namada telksho pi fighrido tastela"

Marcus stopped, swallowed the one piece of chip in his mouth and looked around. No one was around him and his phone was off. Realising his stupidity, he turned it on and started dialling a number, his friend Charles would be home by now and he was supposed to go round to watch him un-box a new game he bought for his Nintendo Wii. The phone started ringing, but no one answered for at least a minute.

"Namada telksho pi fighrido tastela chimika defusal PATA!"

Marcus dropped his phone now slightly freaked out. Whilst bending over to pick up his phone, he heard the voice again this time stronger and deeper. Marcus started walking much faster and would have started running if it hadn't been for a bright flash of light that shone from a bush nearby. It was at this moment that Marcus realised that the voice had disappeared. The sun had mostly set now and the park seemed to be closing in the next 30 minutes, so no one was around to have noticed the light. Curiosity taking over him, Marcus walked over towards the source of light, taking cautious steps when he suddenly heard a loud groan.

"Oh Farore, what happened now?"

'Strange, that was clearly a Zelda reference?' Thoughts now racing through his mind pushed him further on to check who was behind the bush.

"Are you alright?" The sound of Marcus' voice quickly caused caution from behind the bush. A few moments passed before the person responded.

"Um...yea, where are you?"

The voice sounded matured and had a slight accent that Marcus could not identify. Now fuelled with the determination to help this stranger, Marcus looked over the bush to see not an ordinary person, but in fact a Hylian Knight which looked like an older version of what he would expect Link, the Hero of Time, to look like. It looked so real that Marcus was hardly surprised to have found this iconic person.

"You're...actually the Hero of Time!"

And with that, Marcus fainted.