Myro clutched his Fairy
Vio to his chest, breathing hard. Beside him, Gipis chattered
angrily.
"What was THAT?!" The small teal ball of light
bounced up and down, upset.
"What was what?" Myro asked, tuning his instrument and trying to look unconcerned.
"The-The purple light! The warping! Why is everyone staring at us?"
Myro looked up. "Oh." Everyone was, indeed, staring at them. They had arrived in a marketplace similar to the one they had just left, but there were obvious differences. They were no longer on a backstreet; instead they found themselves standing on the edge of a large square. In the center was a well. They could see a café across from them. The people sitting at the outdoor tables were looking at him too. To the right, Myro saw the castle outlined against the rising sun. Its outline was different from the one he was remembered; there were more turrets, and a wall wrapped protectively around it, built from white stone.
Just then, a child burst out of the crowd in front of them, tugging his startled mother behind him.
"Mommy, Mommy, LOOK! He's being a Kokiri, isn't it funny?"
Myro and Gipis looked at each other. "Is she talking about us?" Gipis asked.
"Look look look! He did it again! He made the fairy talk!"
The two could hear sounds of approval from the crowd. Myro grinned and unbuckled his belt pouch, setting it open on the ground so that the humans and hylians (though now he looked he saw a much higher percentage of humans than normal) could throw rupees into it.
"Of course I'm a Kokiri. This is my fairy, Gipis." The crowd stared at him. "Say something, Gipis."
"What are you doing, Myro?" Gipis asked tiredly.
"He says nice to meet you." Myro confided to the crowd. The children laughed and clapped their hands.
"It jingled, the ball of light jingled! Do it again!"
"This is stupid." Gipis muttered.
The crowd laughed harder and green and blue rupees rained into Myro's pouch.
…
Katonju and Dar burst out of the forest and onto a dirt road.
"Yes! Now we know we weren't walking in circles." Katonju said, delighted.
Dar looked left and right. In both directions, the road turned a little into the trees, so he couldn't see more than thirty feet to either side. "Which way do we go?" He asked.
"Umm…" Katonju pondered.
"I vote west." Dar pointed to the left.
"That's west?"
"Yeah. Just look at the sun to figure out the directions."
Katonju mentally stored that information, in case she needed it later. "Why west?"
"That's the direction of the castle. Rule number one of Hyrule: The princess holds the answers."
"What?"
"The princess knows the legend."
Katonju looked at him, confused. "The legend?"
"Yes. The Legend of Zelda." Dar said in an important voice. The two turned and headed west.
"So you have kings and princesses?" Katonju asked as they walked.
"Yup. And queens and princes."
"We have mayors. Since we're just a town."
"Really? That's very democratic."
"Not really. It's actually a hereditary position. My dad is the mayor, and so was my granddad."
"Oh. Should I bow?"
"Please no." The two continued walking.
…
Myro pulled the brown cloak around his shoulders, buckling it under his chin. It hid nearly all of his green clothing, so unless people took notice of his emerald green hair, which stood out more here than it had back home, they would hopefully think him just another ten year old boy. It was great the amount of attention he and Gipis's show had been getting, but he wanted to be taken at least a little bit seriously the rest of the time. Gipis was in the cloak with him, hiding. If anyone looked too closely, they could see Gipis's cyan aura leaking out through the cloak. Myro hoped no one would look that close. He stepped out of the shadowy corner he was occupying, rubbing his small bracelet. The thin strip of leather, uneven edges sewn together by some one with no talent, had always brought him luck. He looked up. He was not the only one wearing a cloak, he realized. Good, he would blend in. He studied the other cloak wearer. The person was tall and thin, probably a Hylian in his or her teens. He could tell it was a Hylian; the tips of the ears created small bumps in the fabric of the hood. He drifted closer, wondering why someone would wear the hood up like that. To hide their identity?
The person in the cloak turned around. Myro was only a few feet away. He looked up at the girl's face. One thin gold braid had leaked from the hood, hanging down to her waist. He recognized her, though he had only seen her once or twice.
"Princess?"
Her blue eyes widened.
She looked left and right. There was no way for her to escape
quickly. She grabbed the front of Myro's cloak and leaned close.
"How did you know? I haven't left the castle in seven
years?"
Seven years? He had seen glimpsed her walking with her
ladies in waiting in the market just last week! He gasped for air.
Without meaning too, she was half choking him.
Gipis flew out of his hiding place. "Let go!"
She dropped him in surprise. "A fairy!"
Myro grabbed Gipis. "I told you to stay hidden!"
Princess Zelda looked at him with new eyes. "Are you a Kokiri?"
Myro sighed. "Yes, your majesty."
"They're supposed to be extinct since year 256 AOoT."
Myro's mind reeled. Where he had come from, it was 100 AOoT. He took a deep breath.
"I think I might have time traveled, your highness."