Link awoke to sounds of the morning: birds chirping, bugs buzzing, and of course, the dozens of cats crowding around him. Squinting against the early day sun, he got to his feet. He vaguely remembered his run-in with the Bokoblins. The strange power that had come from his sword...the glowing of his triforce...it was all so strange. Biting his lip in an effort to ignore the throbbing in his shoulder, he drew his sword. At least, if he had to have received an injury, it wasn't on his sword hand. He could be thankful for that.
Chipping the dried blood off of the blade, he noticed the problem. Not having taken proper care of the sword in months, it was worn down and dull. No wonder he was having trouble with his enemies.
Why were there so many Bokoblins in one group? That was peculiar for that type of monster. As Link racked his brain for clues, he remembered how, after they had been killed, they had disappeared in a cloud of...dark pink smoke.
So the same evil power is controlling them, too.
Then he remembered. He was in an abandoned town all alone, he had no horse, no harp, his shoulder was injured, and he had a bad sword. On top of that, he was hungry.
He sighed, which was becoming a regular habit now. Steadying himself against the wall, he found his balance and exited the old village.
Several hours later, he sat down under an old tree. He'd been walking all day, fighting off enemies, and he was exhausted. All he wanted to do was sleep. Striking some flint against the steel edging of one of his few arrows, he lit a spark. After lots of blowing, twigs and leaves, he managed to get a small fire going.
He had no idea how to reforge a sword. All he knew was that it required fire and a hammer, the latter of which he didn't have. A stone would have to do. Link stuck the sword into the fire, and pulled it out when it glowed red. Laying it down on a larger stone, he picked up a rock and pounded into it. After a couple minutes, he stopped to observe his work.
The sword, which had before been straight and even, was now crooked. Though it was indeed sharper than before, jagged points and rough edges lined the sides. Though Rusl would have been horrified, Link was satisfied. The unevenness of the sword increased the damage rate. It was better than having a dull blade, at least.
Something caught his eye in the distance. It was the familiar red hat of the postman. He sitting down in the middle of the road to Hyrule Castle. Curiosity getting the better of him, Link walked over.
"Hello." Link said. The postman turned to Link.
"Mr. Link! I have been trying to deliver a package to Castle Town for several days now. But I cannot approach the black fire! This package must be delivered, and I am unable to carry out my mission!" The postman said worriedly. He shook with stress and gave some sort of twitch.
Link was a little wary of the postman's...slight spastic personality.
"Who from?"
"A little old lady from an abandoned village."
Link's heart leapt and sped up as he grasped at an opportunity.
"Uh...I can deliver it for you!" He exclaimed suddenly.
"How? There is no way through to the town!" The postman asked suspiciously.
"Um...I know a secret entrance." Link lied
"Where! I must know where this entrance is!"
"Um...it can only be accessed with magic. Magic that only I possess." Link said, thinking fast.
"Magic, huh? Well..." The postman thought for a second. "Yes, I suppose if you can save Hyrule from a great evil, you can deliver this gift. It's a good thing the Hero of Hyrule possesses magic to get into the Town!" The postman gave an odd sort of maniacal laugh. "But I will go with you!"
"No! Um...you can't! There's only enough room for one person. Also, I need you to deliver a letter for me." Link blurted out. He quickly turned his back and scribbled a note on a scrap of paper.
Ilia,
Don't worry about me. I'm on another mission, and I need you to send Epona back with food, water, and some weapons from my house. Pick whatever, I don't care. Let everyone in the village know that I'm ok.
-Link
"Here. Deliver this to Ilia of Ordon."
"Ok!" The postman's eyes lit up with excitement. "Onward to mail!" He ran off.
Link watched as he disappeared down the dirt road.
What a strange guy.
Taking the paper-wrapped box in the hand of his good arm, he walked back to his crude campsite. Ripping open the package, he grinned with relief as he lifted out a beautiful golden harp.
That crazy postman cracks me up. Anyway this chapter...not my favorite.
I didn't get many reviews on my latest oneshot/songfic, Face Down. I thought that would happen, just cause songfics aren't really that popular, but still. Check it out and listen to the song! It's awesome!
-Peaches732