Author's Note
This was just a little short story I'd cooked up. Not sure if I'll continue it, but if people enjoy it, I may do so. It's going to jump around pov's often should it continue.
Uploaded
06/02/2023
LEGEND BELOW
"O-Oh goodness, I'm so clumsy!" = Normal speech.
''Dont panic,' = Normal thoughts.
Chapter 1
His return
Rated-M
M rating for Romance, and things of explicit nature.
Music of the day
Legend of Zelda Breath of the Wild - Kakariko Village
There was a quiet wind beating against her bedroom window, smoothly rolling over the tall soft hills that surrounded her hidden village.
It was raining out, the stormy clouds bringing with it a general sense of calm. It was sunny out but only a day ago, and yet a light storm had seemingly appeared as if from nowhere.
Her grandmother took it as a sign, but when asked, she wouldn't tell her what it was supposed to mean. That being said, the old woman did seem to have just a little more hope about her then usual, so it must have been good.
Personally, she wasn't very fond of the rainfall, as it made any sort of duty of hers outside more tedious than she wished it so.
But, thank the goddess, she had completed her duties for the day, and had been allowed respite for the remainder of the day. With some free time available to her, and the sun having not yet set, she felt it a good time to sit down and begin her diary she had purchased from Hateno village not too long ago.
It was her grandmother's words that had pushed her to start a diary in the first place. She had said that it would be a good way to show her future husband how well her handwriting skills were, and it would be something they could go over one day in the future.
With a red face flushed in embarrassment, she had thought her grandmother surely playing with her heart.
But, once that thought had been put into her head, she wasn't able to remove it. And so, with the newly purchased book with many empty pages, she finally sat down to put her thoughts into words.
She had intended to start such a thing daily some time ago, but her duties took too much of her free time unfortunately.
But that was different now, and with the calm rain pelting against her window, she thought it no better time then now to sit down, pick up her pen, and write down her thoughts.
She quietly brushed her white bangs out of her eyes, brushing them behind her ears. With one dainty finger she pushed on the pair of round glasses resting on her small nose, readjusting them.
She smiled a small look, twirling the pen around in her fingers.
…
…
…
Her cheeks warmed in embarrassment when she realized that she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do now that she was here.
How embarrassing!
If the other Sheikah saw her here now like this, they'd surely be disappointed in her.
She swallowed her nerves, gripping the pen once more she she decided to write the first thing that came to her mind. It couldn't be that hard, could it?
When the idea of writing hit her, she was reminded of something her grandmother had told her some time ago. It was something she'd said multiple times, but had only explained clearly most recently.
'Grandmother says that she conspired with the Princess of Hyrule, and Pura around 100 years ago. She did not delve into fine detail about what brought this forth, but she did tell me what she did back then.
They had decided to put a lone swordsman into a long sleep in order to prepare for an event that was foretold to happen. Since that day, Grandmother has been patiently waiting for him to reappear after all these years.
I find it difficult to believe that she has waited all these years for his presence, and still waits now, with no sign of his return. Her will is so strong, I hope that I can be as strong as her one day.
I, too, pray that he comes soon. For the sake of Hyrule, and for Grandmother's sake as well. I fear just how much longer she can hold out without a sign to strengthen her faith…
I fear, that he may never come.
Even then, I do pray that he comes quickly!'
She set her pen down beside the intricate looking book, clasping her hands together on her lap as she reread over her own work.
Her handwriting was excellent, flawless in her strokes across the pages of her book. Her grandmother once compared it to the handwriting of the Princess herself, saying that it was even more remarkable than hers.
Of course, she knew her dear grandmother was simply trying to build her confidence. There was simply no way that her skills with her hands were better then the Princess of the Kingdom…
Her expression fell as her mind drift to the current events plaguing the once beautiful kingdom she had been born into.
Hyrule was in a terrible state of disarray and terror right now, the Castle having fallen, and the four regions of the land plagued by ancient war machines that had been corrupted by the evil that roamed over the land.
It was a scary thought, and it oft kept her up at night, dwelling on the what ifs.
What if the kingdom fell even further?
What if the evil which was currently held at bay at the Castle was to break free?
What if the four regions grew hateful against each other and tensions increased more than they were?
What if the Devine Beasts grew wrathful and opened their attack on the regions even more than they already were?
What if this, Yiga, the servants of the Dark Lord, found the location of Kakariko Village? What if they attacked here? What if they had been gathering power all this time?
What if…
What if the Hero never came?
What if the time finally comes for the evil to be slain, and a battle arrives on her doorstep…
But the Hero never arrives?
What happens then…?
She wasn't aware that she was crying until the tears began landing upon the pages of her open book, staining them with her fears and worries.
Her grandmother had never seen her cry, not that she knew of.
She didn't want to burden the elderly woman with even more, and so she put on a smile for her whenever she was in her presence. Crying would not make the Hero come faster, nor would it stall the coming Calamity.
Showing her tears would only weaken others, and make the quiet dread that loomed over all of their heads just that much louder…
"Oh, I pray you arrive soon… I'm afraid of how much longer our kingdom will go on without you, Master Link… May your return be swift…" She whispered to herself, hands clasped together underneath her bosom. "Please, please wake up…"
Thunder cracked in the skies above Kakariko, and she prayed that her grandmother's intuition was right. For, if it wasn't, she feared for the fate of the kingdom.
Blue eyes stared levelly at the horizon that lay before him, a cold stormy breeze parting his long blond bangs.
He wasn't sure where he was…
Well…
He wasn't sure of a whole lot of things right then, that was for sure. Images and emotions, thoughts that faded, and faded thoughts coming back to him at random.
His head was a mess of things he didn't understand, filled with images of places and people he didn't know and couldn't place.
This kingdom, however, was familiar to him. At least, some of it was.
Everything looked similar, yet different.
He knew why, of course.
The ghost of the king had spoken to him atop the Great Plateau, telling him who he was and what he was supposed to do.
He was Link, a Hero, ordered to go forth and save Hyrule and Princess Zelda.
That's it.
And he could see it now, the very evil he had awoken to being told to bring down. It shadowed the castle far off in the distance, held at bay there by the Princess who the King had spoken of. Said Princess was the one he was supposed to protect, the one he was directly responsible for.
If that was the case, that only added more questions to the numerous ones still floating around in his head.
Who was he?
He couldn't remember anything, having awoken in a cold and lonely crypt, submerged beneath a mysterious blue liquid. When he came to, he was alone, confused, and cold.
A little wandering around aimlessly lead him to the ghost of the King who was disguising himself as an old man. After some tests the man put him through, he revealed the fate of the kingdom, and his role in it.
He was the personal knight of the Princess Zelda…
Which left him with even more questions.
If he was supposed to be the Princess's personal knight, then why was she at the castle keeping such a demon at bay while he slept for one hundred years elsewhere?
Why had he not been there with her, helping her slay such an evil?
Why was he where he was now, separated from her side while it was his duty to defend her?
What had happened…?
That was the only conclusion he could come to with the limited knowledge he currently held. Something terrible must have happened, something that required him to be held away for one hundred years in that odd chamber.
He shook his head, a splitting headache hitting him suddenly. He cringed at the terrible sensation, clearing his head of the litany of questions that floated around in his mind.
Thinking too hard about it hurt him for reasons he did not understand, and so he would worry about them later.
He didn't need to know the details, it wasn't required.
He knew, somehow, what he had to do. He needed to grow stronger, gain strength and the power needed to go forth and slay the demon holding the kingdom captive.
Until he had the power to do so, he would wander the land, growing more powerful as he did. Only once he was strong enough to complete his mission would he venture to the castle.
With that in mind, he was making his way towards the Twins Peak mountains in the center of Hyrule. Just before he left, the King told him to go forth and make his way to Kakariko Village to meet with a certain someone. That this certain someone would know what to do, what to tell him.
With no reason to think otherwise, he took nothing but the gear he could scavenge from the monsters at the plateau and old loot, before making his journey across the lands.
He was dressed in an old worn tunic of green color, with a chainmail undershirt beneath the tunic, and a leather chest plate strapped overtop, one shoulder also covered in leather. Two gauntlets of very hard leather covered his forearms, with his legs covered by durable light tan pants and tough shin high boots of similar leather.
The oddest addition to his old weathered gear was the hat. It was the same green at the tunic, and it was long, hanging off the back of his head. He thought it looked odd, yet he couldn't bring himself to simply toss it out.
So it came too, alongside his swords scavenged from the monsters, and a metal shield. A bow as well, also stolen from the monsters.
It wasn't the best of gear out there, but it was all that was available to him. And he knew well how to make use of it, so it would do.
At least, he'd make it do for the time being.
He had too.
He was close now, having reached the road that lead past the mountain and up into where he assumed the Village of Kakariko lay. He had used his Sheikah Slate to get this far, but the map was useless past the mountain.
The storm was still going, but it was less now. The sun was rising on the horizon, it having taken a day to get here after he'd left the Great Plateau.
He hoped someone was there to meet him…
It was still storming, the rainfall carrying over into the next day. Apparently, she had left the front door ajar sometime last night, and water had slipped in during the storm.
Now the entire entrance was soaked, and the only way she was going to get it clean was by getting on her knees and drying it all with a towel.
She regretted choosing to not wear her leggings today, but she'd stained them with ink the other night and thought it too embarrassing to wear them without cleaning it first.
Thankfully, Impa wasn't scheduled to have any visitors today, so no one would see her in such a revealing situation. For, everything past her hips was bare, save for her undergarments to preserve her modesty. As it was, her traditional clothes did not travel any further than the upper half of her rear.
Oh, she was so embarrassed just thinking about it.
If…
If someone did come in right now, and saw her in such a position…
Perish the thought, if someone did, she'd surely die from embarrassment!
Her long pointed ears twitched when she heard the guards far down the front stairs speaking to each other, but from this far up, she couldn't make out what they said.
She banished the thought from her mind, instead focusing intensely on a particularly dirty spot right in front of the door, the door to the shrine behind her. She was so embarrassed that she'd let the doors go unlocked all night, Impa would not let her forget that slip up for some time, she was sure.
So focused on her cleaning duties, she never noticed the footsteps approaching the doors behind her until they suddenly and swiftly slid open, a cold wet wind riding right up between her legs as the storm winds caressed the space between her bare thighs.
She froze in horror, face catching fire. Slowly, ever so slowly, she turned around, still bent over on the ground. Her face, if possible, burned even more when she took in the stunned face of the handsome swordsman that had entered the shrine.
He was built, the body of a true warrior in his albeit shorter stature. He filled out his tunic well, and had handsome strong features that had likely drawn many an eye, especially with those sharp deep blue eyes and long blond bangs of golden hair.
His jaw was slightly agape with stunned silence, eye twitching as he was unable to tear his gaze away from what he'd walked into. He was stunned in place, eyes laser focused onto something right in front of him.
Oh!
O-Oh no!
H-H-He could see everything!
She wanted to cry!
This was so terribly embarrassing!
"I-I-I'm s-sorry! I w-wasn't expecting anyone to- eep!?" She hurriedly tried to get the words out, rushing to stand up to look presentable to the newcomer.
As presentable as possible given her lack of leg-wear.
Unfortunately, she'd stepped right into a puddle she'd yet to properly dry, and slipped, falling comically onto him, taking the both of them down to the floor in a mess of limbs and hair.
"O-Oww…" She cried lightly, eyes closed tightly, tears threatening to burst forth.
She blinked quickly, opening her eyes to find that she was now laying atop the new swordsman, her bosom pressed tightly against his face, only his surprised deep blue eyes still free from the valley of her chest. "Eeep!? Oh Goddesses! I-I'm so clumsy! Please forgive me!!" She stammered out hurriedly, stumbling to stand up and back away, offering a sincere bow, bent all at the waist.
The handsome swordsman stayed on the ground for a moment, blinking in deep seated confusion up at the wooden ceiling above him.
Perhaps, out of all the things he was expecting upon sliding open the door, what had happened was definitely not what he was prepared for.
The tightly fitting undergarments clinging to the rear of the young woman's backside was an image he wasn't expecting to ever see, the way it clung so snugly to her posterior, outlining her supple and bountiful curves…
He hadn't been prepared to see that, and now that he had, he wasn't sure if the image cemented in his head was ever going to go away.
"Paya… I wasn't aware that you were so eager that would would jump upon the first man you see…" Came an elderly sounding voice, a small old woman slowly slipping down from the second story of the building. She'd heard the commotion and the crash, and knew she had to investigate.
She wasn't sure what to expect, but seeing her granddaughter laying atop a very confused looking young man, suffocating him with her bosom, wasn't something she was prepared for.
She did find it really funny, however.
She would tease the girl about it later, as it seemed she had a new guest.
"I-Impa! It was a-an accident, I-I swear!" Paya squeaked indignantly, face resembling a tomato.
"Yes dear, I'm sure that's what you tell all the boys…" The old woman laughed lightly, huffing in amusement as she went to climb her chair in the back of the room so she could properly greet the new guest.
Once she had seated herself, and Paya had begun hiding in the corner of the room out of sheer embarrassment, she got a better look at the…
At the…
Newcomer…
Slowly her eyes widened, as if she was seeing a ghost of someone long lost to time. She blinked rapidly, rubbing at her eyes as if to clear away the things obscuring her vision…
He stood there in the open door, hands on his hips, dawning a colored garb that looked right out of the ancient legends of the beginning of the kingdom. A cool look covered his face, only partially ruined by the blush marring his cheeks, blue heroic eyes shining in the darkness only partially obscured by his long blond bangs. On his waist was the Sheikah Slate, the object that had been hidden away alongside the body of the champion of the Princess…
Which meant…
That the young man she was looking at now must have been…
"L-Link!" Impa choked out, nearly falling off of her seat. She threw her hands out, Paya running to her side to aid her lest she hurt herself.
But what the elder woman said nearly gave the beautiful young woman pause.
She…
D-Did she say…
L-Link..?!
"O-Oh! It must be you! I-I'd remember that face anywhere." She exclaimed in a shaken form of surprise, carefully sitting back down in her seat, lest she hurt herself in her old age. "I-I'd nearly lost hope that I'd ever see you before my age got the better of me, y-yet here you are!" She smiled, the weight of a hundred years of stress slipping away from her.
And…
And yet…
He looked at her, stared at her with this sharp deep blue eyes. And, held within those eyes were not an ounce of recognition.
Link, the Hero, the Special Knight, the one chosen by the Legendary Sword, did not remember her.
The man she remembered burying in that crypt all those years ago, had returned, yet lacking in his memories of her. And if he no longer remembered her, then that led her to question what else of his he'd lost in that time.
"I-… I see now, those eyes, hold no memory of me." Impa sighed deeply, the weight on her shoulders returning somewhat. The stress was only lessened now, due to the fact that he was very much alive now. "And, furthermore, I see you lack the Legendary Blade of evils bane…"
Impa went on to explain to the newly awakened Hero what had happened, what he was supposed to be and how long had passed since the kingdom fell to the Calamity.
And yet, while she did so, Paya was struggling to not melt into a pool of what must've been a mixture of shame, embarrassment, and abject horror…
Because…
Because she'd accidentally exposed her scantily clad buttocks to him, and then smothered his handsome face with her bosom, all while straddling him and putting him in a precarious situation!
A-A-And she just mentally referred to him as handsome?!
So, yes, while Impa regaled him with the tidings of the land and of the battle he was fated to have, she struggled to not scream in terminal levels of mortification and embarrassment.
She was afraid he'd never even look at her again after what had happened.
He must've thought her a lesser woman, the way she'd so openly tossed herself atop him. She couldn't see a reality wherein he did not…
She'd never be that lucky…
"-ead to Hateno Village far east of here. There you will find someone who will help you further. She may even be able to fix your Sheikah Slate." Impa explained, having clearly been doing so the entire time she'd spaced out.
How embarrassing!
"And, I'd be wary of her. I'm afraid she will sink her claws into you at first sight. But I'm sure you are prepared for that now." Impa laughed, slapping her lap as she chortled in glee. The old woman didn't fail to throw a teasing glance at her younger caretaker.
If that wasn't enough, Master Link's face flushed at her words, eyes taking a peek in her direction.
Paya promptly fainted…
Chapter
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