It has been a while, my friends!
I just want to say that I THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH for all the wonderful reviews and favorites I've recieved of late! It has really helped me get through this horrible writer's block I've had.
:) That being said:
This is the story that I promised...wow, last Xmas, I have had little to no time, energy, or creativity since then in regards to the fanfiction but it has been renewed and I have taken some lengths to piece together these 12 chapters (the 13th being written today) as best as I could. I don't like the flow of a few of them but I am as happy as I am going to be with them and I won't be able to progress if I keep "nick-picking".
This was initially inspired by the "Song of Ice and Fire" books ("Game of Thrones" for those who watch the T.V series) but it has taken a different turn than expected.
I think its a good thing!
This story is still in progress and will be a long journey but I am ready for it! I hope to update once every week at least if not twice... it depends on how busy I am (I am in the process of moving).
Hmmm, well I guess I don't have anything else to put. If you have any questions/ you are confused/ see a glaring mistake, please comment and I will get to you!
With that said, Nintendo owns everything from the LOZ series! (and my life)
Please, read & review!
With much love,
Queaky
He could feel the dirt and rocks pressing into his barefeet though he did not feel the usual sting and he laughed, reveling in the scent of the earth. The cool grass awaited him just feet away and the land seemed to stretch out to occupy all of the energy that was coursing through his eight year old body.
The boy released a whoop of excitement, lept, rolled and slammed straight into tall strong legs. Grey-blue eyes of an elder swept into young and nervous coblat blues. "I was wondering where you had gotten off to, little one. You were supposed to check in thirty minutes ago."
The youth grinned at his father, brushed his dirty fingers through his tangled blonde locks, and stood up. "Saria wanted to play Monsters and Madiens. Sorry, Father." The boy started to pick out the dirt beneath his fingernails. "I lost track of time."
The man, aged fifty-eight, rubbed eyes framed by crows feet and frowned a mouth that was often found smiling. He was an older man but retained his youth to an extent that his face held appeal to girls less than half his age but such things did not dwell long in Lord Raven Hudson's mind. Raven had long, thining salt and pepper locks that were more black than grey and a single gold tooth from when he and the Goron Leader at the time, Darous, had brawled. He had lost, of course, being out weighed by the rock-like Darous but they held a friendship that had transcended decades.
Raven regarded his son, only eight, and tried to remember his own childhood that had been as bright as it had been war torn. "And where was this game played?"
The boy took a moment to think about the next few words that would come from his mouth and said, calmly, despite the increase rate of his heart. "The Lost Woods."
"You cannot be serious, Lincoln!" A man with the light traces of his forty and three years showing exclaimed. "Brother, we have warned you countless times not to-"
A voice, rich as the soil beneath their feet and as old as the forest they stood in, spoke. "Do not worry, Lord Jason, I have watched over your sibling while he played. He was in no danger with Saria there as she would not hurt her friend for all she is worth."
"Great Deku Tree, I thank you for that kindness." Raven bowed, slightly at the waist, and turned to his youngest son with eyes that made a horrible attempt at sterness. "Lincoln, leave us, and please try to stay in the Village... we shall be departing in one hour so beware of the time." The Lord turned back to the large sacred Tree which spanned two hundred men, arm to arm, in circumference and who's canopy stretched the length of half the forest in whole.
The fourth son of Lord Raven dashed off and manuevered his way through the twists and turns of the path that led to the Deku Tree's grove. Kokiri Village appeared before him after a moment as a long stretch of hollowed out tree trunks and wooden shacks.
Some were painted bright reds with bands of yellow and white encircling them while others were solid green or speckled with flecks of the rainbow. One particular house, however, had a large sprout growing on the top and although it held no color on its outside walls, it was Lincoln's favorite.
He waved to The Triplets and dodged another of the Eternal Children as he jerked a rock out of the ground, effectively doing a clumsy backflip. The girl atop the Shop screamed a greeting which the boy returned, Fado who loved to be the highest of all her brethren made mention that Saria was looking for him, and finally there was Mido. The self proclaimed leader of the Kokiri frowned at Lincoln from a freckled, pale face that adorned a top of orange-red hair. His green eyes were disapproving but still he did not say anything.
"Hey, Mido!" Lincoln called, wanting to be friendly.
"Hmph!" The eternally twelve year old scrunched up his nose much like the boy's grandfather used to when forced to take Tonic and whipped around to returned inside his own home.
The eight year old shrugged and skidded to a stop in front of Saria's door which was merely cloth before an open hole in a carved out trunk. "Saria?"
"She isn't here, Lincoln." A tiny blue orb greeted the child and within it stood a young girl who was clothed in many tiny gold leaves that made up a skirt and top.
"Well...where is she?" The boy asked, eyeing the Faerie. He knew the Fae was not Saria's for his friend's was pink and had long light pink hair down to her feet where this blue one had a short crop that stuck out everywhere.
"The Sacred Meadow." The girl answered, slyly.
"Well, do you know where that is?" He frowned, disliking the feeling that he was being jerked around.
"Few do." The Faerie replied, smirking. "You want me to take you?"
Lincoln rose a brow. "Wouldn't your partner be upset?" All Kokiri had a Faerie partner to help guide them where their own wisdom faltered. Raven had told his son that it was because they could not grow up to harness all that they had learned and use it without causing great mischief, so, the Deku Tree formed a pact with the Faerie King to create the partnership that helped balance the Children out.
"I don't have one..." A long akward pause.
The boy frowned. "Oh... I'm sorry, um...?"
"Navi." The tiny girl beamed, her light growing brighter. "My name is Navi."
"Pleased to meet you. My name is... well, you already know that... Call me Link then." The two stared at each other for a long while and just as the boy thought he might not get to play with Saria anymore... a thought occured."Navi, would it be possible for you to take me to the Sacred Meadow?"
"It is!" Navi swirled around him, excitedly, and then perched herself onto his shoulder, resting a tiny hand on his pointed ear. "Forward!" The boy did so, however, too fast and nearly caused the young Fae an accident. She scowled at him. "Sloooowly."
Link laughed, blushing. "Sorry, this is, uh, this is new to me."
Navi smirked. "New is fine. Trying to kill me is not."
The boy rolled his eyes. "To the Sacred Meadow then?"
"As long as you listen." Navi giggled.