Part Four- Fly
Despite the unfamiliar black sky and the fact that the foreign air was pushing against him somehow, he knew this dark dream best of all. A white blur would run by, and when he turned around he would be facing a grotesque man with brown skin and rounded ears.
He would look into those eerie yellow eyes and the unfamiliar drops of cold water would seem to fade away- there was nothing but a deep emptiness reflected in the man's eyes and it greedily tried to suck out the boy's soul to fill itself. And as he had no defense against it, he could only stare back.
Link would succumb to a state of panicked paralysis until he could tear himself awake in a cold sweat.
Every night, that dream had been the same and every night it would remain the same. It was as constant as the cloud of dragonflies that buzzed over the small spring that pooled in the center of the Kokiri Forest meadow. Link watched them- reds, blues, greens, yellows, oranges, even a few pinks…
Suddenly, he was snapped from his reverie when a flash of wings cut across his vision and paused on his nose. Link wiggled it to try to get the unwelcome visitor off of his face. When the dragonfly didn't move, he moved his hands towards it and tried to coax it off of his nose and onto his fingers. Obligingly, the insect fluttered onto the new perch and stared back at him with its buggy eyes.
Link was amazed- he'd never seen a dragonfly this color- he'd never seen anything quite this color! It wasn't quite purple, but it wasn't quite blue, either. It was exotic and wild; he had to show it to somebody! He looked around eagerly for his best friend even though he doubted she'd be around.
His gut feeling was correct; Saria wasn't here again today. The Great Deku Tree had been talking to her an awful lot as of late, and Link found himself all alone a whole lot more often as the days passed.
The closest person to him was sitting on the watchtower that the Kokiri had built to play lookout from. Link scrambled up the ramps, dragonfly in hand.
As he got closer, he saw that it was the girly Fado. Link never liked her much, as she was the first to tattle on him or accuse him or tell Mido that he had done something (she only did it when her tall tales weren't true- especially when she had actually been the real culprit.) It didn't take very much to set her off, either, and while Link was aware of this he was too excited to think about any consequences.
Link shoved his discovery into her line of vision without a second thought.
Fado shrieked when she saw the bug and moved her hands from styling her hair in favor of swatting at it. The dragonfly fluttered to the ground, its right wing broken.
"Eww! Li-ink! I'm telling Mido that you shoved a bug in my face!"
"I didn't want to scare you! I thought it was pretty." He sank to the ground and tried to gather up the wounded dragonfly into his hands.
Fado gave it a disapproving look. "It's gross. You should squish it."
Link felt tears welling up in his eyes. "It wasn't hurtin' anything."
As it struggled, Link felt his guilt grow more and more. It was his fault the poor dragonfly was maimed.
"So? It's ickier looking on the ground and it can't fly anymore."
The dragonfly got its second wind and clumsily zipped off Link's outstretched fingers as if to prove Fado wrong.
They watched it fly out of sight, dipping and weaving like a dying man's steps.
"I guess it was a pretty color," Fado said.
Link turned to look at the ground in front of her.
"It was kinda the same color as your eyes." She scrunched her face up in distaste, as if admitting that was like eating something foul.
"I'm telling," she finished, jumping off the play tower and heading towards Mido's house.
Link decided to go back to his own house. He'd ask Saria what color his eyes were later, when he didn't feel so guilty about the dragonfly.
Maybe the nightmare would help him forget about it.
A single blue fairy flitted through the trees as the sun began to glint over the canopy. Their Father, the Great Deku Tree, was calling her and she knew it was urgent. Hastily and callously, she zipped across the great forest and made whatever she came across make way for her. Unfortunately, her direct approach left her little reaction time; she collided against something else in the air and felt it give at her push.
Whatever it was, it fell to the ground and rolled over as the fairy stopped and watched it. It was a beautiful indigo dragonfly and Navi couldn't help but feel that its death was an omen; its left wing was perfectly undamaged, quivering in the air.
This one by far needed the most help- I'm not even sure I doctored it up enough. I hope you enjoyed it, and please- read and review!
