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Heroes

Heroes

Panicked shouts rang throughout Castletown. Orielle woke with a start next to her husband, who immediately got out of bed. He ran to change, and when he returned his wife was standing beside the bed, already dressed herself.
“Dalton?” she asked. “What’s happening?”
“I don’t know yet, love,” he replied. “But I’m about to find out.” Dalton kissed his wife’s forehead and ran out the door. As he slammed the door behind him a baby began to cry. Orielle leaned down and picked up her son from his crib.
“Hush now, Link. It’ll be ok. Daddy will set it right.” She gently rocked him in her arms and didn’t let her voice falter for a moment. But the whole time, she was staring out the window and into the chaos outside. When would Dalton return?
Her soothing croons to Link suddenly stopped. She let out a small, terrified gasp and her eyes bored holes through the window. There was no mistaking the papery green skin of a moblin. She watched as fiery arrows rained down onto thatched roofs and set fire to the whole town. Soon the streets were illuminated by the blaze.
Realization struck her. The house she currently stood in was made of wood. Holding Link with one arm, Orielle grabbed her cloak, which she threw hastily about her shoulders, and a small satchel of baby supplies and rupees. “Come on, Link. We’re leaving.” Orielle flung the back door open and leapt onto Nellie, their mare. She kicked Nellie hard and galloped away.
Dalton was the chief of Hyrule’s guards. During an attack like this, he’d obviously be in the most central place. Orielle rode to the town square. She arrived just in time.
Dalton swung his sword at the beast, but he ducked out of the way. The brute lifted his club, but Dalton was too fast. He dodged the blow and parried, causing the club to go flying off and away from the battle. He’d won. But that was before the others.
Suddenly Dalton was surrounded. Six moblins, all wielding clubs in their grimy paws. Orielle’s heart skipped a beat. They both knew this was hopeless. But she would not let him die without telling him she loved him one last time.
“Dalton!” she shouted at the top of her lungs. Even at the top of her voice, she couldn’t be heard above the battle. “Dalton!” This time Dalton heard her, and risked one fleeting glance at his wife. “I love you!” Her voice caught at the end and stuck in her throat, but Dalton got the message.
The moblins attacked, and Dalton bravely defended himself, but it was plain that it would not last long. Dalton glanced back to Orielle one more time. “Take him! And go!” Orielle nodded thought her tears. She forced Nellie to turn around and started for Castletown’s back gate. Just as she left, she heard one last thing.
“Remember, I love-” The voice was cut off by a strangled cry. It did not return. Orielle’s vision was completely clouded by smoke and tears and she could not see the path. But a desperate mother is not to be underestimated. She kicked Nellie all the harder. Link was at this point crying loudly, but Orielle couldn’t stop to sooth him. When they were far from danger, she could finally look back to the bonfire that was Castletown. She couldn’t hold the gaze for long.
She turned her eyes back to the now sleeping child in her arms. “Remember your father, Link. He was a hero.”

 
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Posted by on September 4, 2014 in *Le Fanfic, *Le Legend of Zelda

 

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The Fear Landscape Series: SS Link

The Fear Landscape Series: SS Link

Link opened his eyes on a grassy hill, the wind causing his tunic and pants to billow around him. As he stood, he started to lose his balance due to the heavy winds. Looking frantically around him, Link tried not to panic as he realized that this island in the sky was tiny, and huge clouds drifted all around. Reluctantly heading a few tentative steps closer to the edge, Link looked down.
As he stared into the bottomless pit that was the sky below, the Surface miles below him, he heard a voice in the back of his head. A memory. “A simulation. Not real. Control it. Confront your fears.”
Fake. This was fake. Link shut his eyes and breathed in deeply. He could take this.
A gust of wind howled and shoved Link off of the hillside. Looking down at the certain doom he was about to experience, Link screamed, but the wind snatched his voice away. Falling, falling. Frantically he called out for his lofting, Red, but he didn’t come.
The wind stung his eyes and they were forced shut, making it so that Link couldn’t even see around him or how close he was to the ground. Falling, falling.
Control your fear, Link ordered himself. Control it. Control it! Link attempted to breath in, but his air was snatched away. Falling, falling.His lungs burned and his eyes stung, and there was no way he could possibly survive this.
What are you afraid of, Link asked himself. Confront your fear, then take control. He was afraid of falling. He was afraid of hitting the ground. Falling, falling. What does that really mean, Link interrogated. Why are you so scared of falling. Why aren’t you scared of bokoblins? Why is falling so scary?
He didn’t have control of falling, Link realized. No one could save him from falling. No one saved Dad, and no one would save him. With the recognition of his fear, Link felt a vague sense of peace. Not enough to move on. But something.
You have control of the landscape, Link reminded himself. Stop yourself from falling. Link twisted his arm so that his hand could reach his pouch and drew out Zelda’s sailcloth. Using that as a parachute, Link smiled as he started to slow down. Opening his eyes he could see the Surface just below him. He was safe. He survived.
The simulation recognized his regular heartbeat and breathing, and suddenly he was somewhere different. Somewhere without wind, or sky, or falling.
Link lightly rested one hand against the amber that separated him from her. Zelda. Trapped in an endless sleep, fighting on evil for thousands of years until he could wake her up.
“But this time, when all this is over, will you come to wake me up?” she had said as she faded away from him.
“I promise,” he’d replied. His voice hadn’t cracked then. He wondered how in Hyrule he’d managed that. It cracked now, as he whispered the words back to himself.
Black tendrils of evil magic clawed at his arms and legs and forced him away from her and out of reach of her stone. Its black, wavering form threw him upon the ground and held him there, not doing anything but holding him back from her.
Time seemed to speed up. Link watched as vines grew around the amber and shivered as the walls around the Temple of Time desintegrated. He watched as all turned to dust, and fire erupted in the temple, but strangely, he wasn’t touched.
But she was. Link tried once again to fight whatever black, shapeless magic kept him on the ground and useless, but whatever it was was too strong. There was nothing he could do from watching Zelda’s amber doing what amber should not—melting. Thousands and thousands of years after she’d trapped herself, and now she was going to die in flame.
No! No, no, no she couldn’t! He’d promised. He’d promised her! Link struggled against the evil magic in vain once again as the fire ripped away the last of Zelda’s protection. He saw the fire rise. He heard a bloodcurdling scream. And then nothing.
The fire disappeared, as did the magic. There was white all around except for one spot. Where the amber—where she—used to be. Link ran to it. His heart dropped at the sight of the nothing. Not even any remains. Just, nothing. He’d failed her. She’d trusted him and he’d failed her.
Fake, whispered a voice in the back of his head. This isn’t real. Link looked up and understanding dawned on him again. This wasn’t real. Zelda was still alive! Trapped, but alive. He hadn’t failed her, not yet, and if he stayed here and mourned over a simulation he would fail her. Link got up and nodded. It was time to continue.
The temple disappeared and the simulation morphed into something else. A dark, swampy place. But that wasn’t the point. The point was the figure in front of him. Link drew his sword.
“Oh, must you bring out your weapon yet? I was just getting started,” chided Ghirahim softly. Link didn’t reply.
“Ah, I see,” whispered Ghirahim with a glint in his eye and a smirk on his lips. A snap, a handful of diamonds, then nothing. Where had he-
“Playing knight again, are we?” he continued from right behind him. Ghirahim was so close that he could feel Ghirahim’s cold skin on his shoulders. Link refused to look back, knowing what he’d see. The tongue. Oh yes. That. Link wanted nothing to do with that ever again. Or with Ghirahim at all, for that matter.
“Not playing,” Link stated, jerking away from Ghirahim and raising his sword in front. Not real, Link reminded himself. It isn’t real. Ghirahim isn’t really here. He’s wherever demon lords go in their spare time, doing whatever demon lords do.
But he sure looked real.
“Oh, so sorry for not having understood,” mocked Ghirahim with a sweeping bow. “Not playing anymore. So you think you can beat me now, do you. But do you really think that? Are you sure you’re enough?”
Ignore it. Ignore it. It’s not real. Link slowly, carefully, and deliberately sheathed his sword and stood silent and calm before Ghirahim. Inhale, exhale…
This apparently disturbed Ghirahim quite a bit. “Oh, ok, not going to play at all now. But you know I can take advantage of that. Yes, I see you’ve realized, haven’t you? I’m stronger than you. And I will, inevitably, kill you.” Ghirahim raised his sword over Link’s unprotected head, but Link ignored it. His heart stopped racing, his breathing became normal, and the whole landscape changed again.
And before Link stood Groose, in the Skyloft. You’d think after all this time Link would have gotten over Groose always taunting him. But no. He looked around. Zelda was nowhere to be seen. And no encounter with Groose without Zelda being there to save him had ever ended without a good deal of pain.
“Heyya, squirt,” called Groose.
Despite the voice in his head telling him this was all fake, Link grabbed the hilt of his sword, just in case. Or, at least, he tried to. The sword wasn’t there. He looked down to see that his entire green uniform was gone, replaced by his old school clothes. Which also meant that all his equipement was gone too.
Groose made some inhuman noises with his nose that Link could only assume was meant to be laughter. “What now? What’re you gonna do now that you don’t have your little sword or your babysitter with you? Call for mommy?”
Link braced himself. Groose only used that card on the bad days. He knew it shouldn’t rile him up so much after all this time, but every time his parents were mentioned Link could never help but take the bait.
“Oh, but you can’t call for mommy, can you? Where’s your mommy, Link? Where’s your daddy?”
“That’s enough,” Link said, his voice calmer than anyone had expected. He repeated himself, louder this time. “That is enough!” The simulation wasn’t real. He could control it. Link drew his sword.
At the sight of the weapon Groose cringed. “Ok, ok, I’m sorry alright? I didn’t mean it. You don’t have to get so angry about it, just a little fun…”
“That’s enough,” Link repeated, inching the sword closer and closer to Groose’s throat. He stopped when the metal touched skin.
He shouldn’t do this. He’d made his point; he’d stood up to Groose. He didn’t have to murder. But it was just a simulation, right? He wasn’t actually killing anybody. Link looked into Groose’s eyes and saw nothing but fear. It was pathetic, really.
The burning in Link’s eyes dimmed and he lowered the sword and let it drop, fading away completely before even touching the pavement. He’d won.
Groose faded before his eyes, but the scenery didn’t change. Only the person standing in front of him. This time it was Zelda, the way she looked on the day of the wing ceremony. And she was angry.
“I can’t believe I wasted so much of my time with you!” she spat. “Everyone else knew, everyone else saw you for what you are. Worthless! Why couldn’t I see it?”
Link inwardly groaned. This was a different kind of fear. This wasn’t panic, no, he’d always known about this one. Zelda was his only real friend. If she left, he would have no one. He’d be completely alone. This wasn’t panic. This was dread.
“Zel, please, I-”
“No, I will not give you another chance! And don’t call me ‘Zel’! I hate it when you call me that!” Zelda stood close to him and pointed her finger like she always did to Groose if she caught him picking on Link again. “I spent so long trying to be nice to you, the loser, the orphan, when all along I should have just left you to rot and actually been able to have some of my own friends. I was a fool. Do you hear me? A fool!”
He needed to stay calm. An illusion, not real. Let her go. “If you really feel that way, then go ahead. Go. I wish the best for you, Zelda. Nothing but the best.” And he meant it, too. No matter what Zelda ever did in the future, he did never wish anything but the best for her. And that realization is what set him free.
The landscape changed again to… nothing. Link was floating on nothing, still in his old clothes. As his view tipped downward, he saw a mammoth hill with scales chewing up whole trees in one bite and opening its giant maw to roar at him. Demise. The Demise from his nightmares.
It’ll destroy everything, Link thought. It that thing gets loose, it’ll destroy everything. And I’m the only thing standing in its way. Link floated closer to the behemoth’s outstretched maw and didn’t do anything. Just stood straight and still. Except this time, that wasn’t an act of bravery. Link couldn’t have moved if he’d wanted to.
After a couple seconds of uselessly trying to move his muscles Link understood. The nightmare was on rails. He could only observe. So Link stopped. He stayed put while Demise destroyed every living thing. And patiently waited till he could get around to eating him.
It’d happened before. That’s how his nightmares always ended, with Demise eating him whole. He’d always woken up sweaty and shivering. But this time, after having gone through so much else, this one seemed nothing.
Demise approached him. Link observed the rows upon rows of yellow, jagged teeth. And Link was no more.
He woke up in a chair. Was he out of the simulation? Not yet, he knew somehow. There was one fear to go yet. How did he know that? How did he know there was another one coming?
Ah, right. Because he knew this one was coming all along.
His own self. And his own self doubt. Was he really worthy of the title Hero? Was he really worthy of holding the Master sword? Was he really worthy of it all?
It’s easy to overcome external fears. It’s the internal that are hardest to get past.
Link had always worried he wasn’t good enough. Not good enough for Zelda, not good enough for knighthood, and now not good enough to be the Hero he was apparently meant to be. And now, after having seen all his fears lined up in a row, he was sure of it. How could someone who feared so much be worthy of anything? He was a coward, Link told himself. He always was and he always would be.
Did admitting that the fear was valid count as overcoming it? Apparently not, because Link didn’t wake up. He could stay there, he decided. Just stay there, in a simulation, forever. Let someone else worry about the fate of everything.
Even as he ran the idea over in his mind Link knew he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t leave his job to someone else when Zelda—when the whole world—was in mortal danger. Worthy or not, Link was given a task to complete, and there was a lot riding on his success. Coward or not he had to finish what he’d started. And maybe that’s what made him brave in the first place.
Link blinked. And he was awake. “Well done, Master,” said Fi. “You have passed the simulation.”

 

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A Thousand Years

A Thousand Years

“I’m still your Zelda,” I say, trying my best to appear serene while My Hero—my Link—bangs in the amber separating us with both fists clenched. He looks so scared, so heartbroken, that I can hardly keep speaking. But I force myself to continue.
“When Demise is finally gone, there will be no more need for the seal that binds him, and I will be able to wake up.” That’s the plan. That was what Hylia wants me to say. But I am still Zelda. And Zelda has a request.
“So I’m going to ask you a favor, sleepyhead,” I continue, feeling my throat close in and my muscles tense. “Ever since we were kids I’ve always been the one to wake you up when you slept in. But this time, when all of this is over, will you be the one to wake me up?”
As the magic begins to envelope me and I feel my consciousness slipping away, I keep my eyes open to watch Link stop fighting the amber and rest his palms upon it. “I… I promise,” he says, the words catching in his throat. I smile. And I fall asleep.
And I wake up. I am standing in another realm. The sky is an expanse of blue with fluffy white clouds for as far the eye can see. The ground is smooth and covered in a shallow covering of water. It ripples as I walk. The sky perfectly reflects on the ground, causing me to be completely surrounded by blue.
I am not alone. In front of me is Demise, in his abomination form that I encased him in eons ago, though I suppose for him is has only been a few days. Huge and covered in dark purple scales. He has legs, and, I soon realize, great magical ability. He roars, and the sound is deafening.
When I told Link that I would fend off Demise for as long as I am able, I meant it quite literally. This is a spirit realm, and I must fight him until such a time as my hero destroys his body, forever this time.
Knowing that to fight one such as he is impossible, even for a goddess, I position my fingers for my first spell. One that will alter his form. I cannot destroy the magic that gives him his power, but I can separate it from him. And then I can hide it as far away as this realm will permit.
“Farore, Din, and Nayru, my sisters, aid me now,” I say in a deep vice that penetrates the realm. At the names of my sisters, Demise cowers for a moment. That is all the opportunity I need to unleash the magic.
His magic is torn from his chest and floats above me as a great ball of black light. I divide the ball and I cast the pieces far away, to the opposite edges of this realm. Now this monster, I can battle.
Demise roars in anger, but I do not flinch. “You may have come close to defeating me once before, but I promise you, your chance will never come again.” Wielding the strength of my sister Din, I unleash a stream of fire from my arms. It shoots across the empty space that separates me from the abomination and it scorches his scales.
The advantage of my preemptive strike does not last long. The abomination steps forth and closes the distance between us in only a few steps. However, I still have an advantage. His objective is to recover what I have taken from him. Mine is to buy my hero time.
An electric wave begins at his feet, and I gather my skirts and run from it. I am able to outrun the majority of the blast, but I do not clear the edge of the field in time. My ankles experience a strong tingling sensation and I am suddenly unable to run any longer. Seeing me down, the abomination does not press his attack. He has immobilized me, giving him a chance to find the powers I have hidden. He storms away from me and to the first chest.
I force myself up. I must fend him off for a thousand years; I cannot afford an injury yet. If I fail, the world will end. And my hero’s—Link’s—sacrifice would be in vain. That thought is enough to lift me back to my feet. I follow after my enemy, and keep in my mind the memory of Link. My Hero. And my friend.

 

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The Last

The Last

“Midna, honey, take the pumpkin soup out of the fire, will you?” called Ilia from the top tier of the treehouse.
“Alright, Mother!” shouted eleven year old Midna back. As Midna set the soup on the counter she thought she heard a grunt from upstairs. “Mother?”
“I’m all right,” assured Ilia. Midna wasn’t convinced.
Heading upstairs, she found her mother sitting on the ground and in obvious pain. “Mother?”
“Midna, I am fine. Please go get your father,” requested Ilia.
Midna however was reluctant to leave her mother alone. As she spent just a second debating, Ilia grunted slightly again, which in turn forced Midna’s decision. Father being here was more important than Mother being left alone for a minute or two.
As she turned to head back downstairs, little Shad poked his head over the wood flooring. “is Mama ok?”
“Yes, darling, Mama is fine. Midna is going to go get Papa. Why don’t you find Zellie for me? Tell her to look after Colin for a while, alright?” As Shad went off to obey Midna flew down each ladder and across each floor, and even jumped the last climb. She knew what was happening. The baby was coming.
“Father! Father!” she yelled from across the fields as she ran to him.
Link looked up as she came and stopped his hoeing for a minute. “Midna? Is something wrong?”
“Mother told me to get you. I think she’s having the baby!” reported Midna. She hadn’t even finished the last sentence before Link had dropped his tools and was running back to the house.
“Midna, go get Aunt Uli!” ordered Link as he ascended the ladders at two rungs a step.
Nodding her head, Midna ran back out the house, across the fields, into Ordon village, and to Uli’s house where she banged as hard as her small hands would allow on the door. “Aunt Uli! It’s Mother! She’s having her baby!” shouted Midna from the door.
When Uli opened it, she already held a bag with a few supplies. “Let’s go,” she said. “We have enough time to walk.” Despite Midna’s better judgment, she and Uli walked all the way back to the treehouse, where there was already chaos going on. Shad and Orielle were running around in a panic and knocking into each other Zellie and Daphnes were squabbling as usual, and Colin was left alone to start trying to touch the still-hot pumpkin soup.
Midna ran to Colin and picked him up before he could burn himself. “I’ve got this. Mother might need you already!” Midna urged. Uli nodded and began to climb.
Alone with her five younger siblings, Midna centered herself in the room with Colin on her hip. “Everyone!” she shouted. All four children stared at her. “Orielle and Shad, calm down. There is no need to make a fuss. Zellie and Daphnes, this behavior is frankly beneath you. If you can’t stop your fighting then I suggest Zellie goes and starts the darning and Daphnes does his arithmetic. Understood?”
Zellie and Daphnes both solemnly nodded and got to work, and Orielle and Shad started working on the jigsaw puzzle they’d been working on for days. As Midna sat down on the coushioned bench with Colin still on her lap, she noticed Link standing on the level above her in the shadows. “Father?”
“I heard you just now. You did well,” he said as he climbed down and sat next to Midna.
“Thanks, but why are you here?”
“Your mother and Aunt Uli kicked me out,” he confessed.
Midna giggled. “That’s too bad. Do you think the baby will be a boy or a girl?”
“It’s hard to say beforehand. Shad and Colin were both boys, so this one might be a girl. Or it might not. I guess we’ll know in a few hours,” Link said with a concerned sigh.
“Yeah.”
A few hours later, Uli came down the ladder grinning. “It’s all over, Link. You have a fourth son.”
Link immediately stood. “I’ll be right up!” Looking down at Midna and taking Colin from her, he continued. “Colin can sit right here for a while. Why don’t you come with me.”
Midna nodded, and together she and her father climbed the ladders to the top tier, where Ilia sat in bed with a wrapped bundle in her arms.
“It’s a boy,” said Ilia.
“I know!” exclaimed Link. He kneeled next to Ilia and gently took the baby from her. “Midna, sit down so I can hand him to you.” Midna silently sat down criss-cross on the floor and allowed the baby to be placed in her lap. For a good long while she didn’t say anything simply because of how surreal it all seemed. Another brother, born only minutes ago, lying in her arms.
“What are you going to call him?” asked Midna.
Link took the baby back and cradled him. “That’s a good question. Ilia?”
“You know as well as I do that this is our last one, which means you have to let me choose. You chose the first baby’s name,” she said, nodding to Midna, “so it’s only fitting that I get to name the last.”
“That sounds fair,” agreed Link.
“Ok. I want our little boy to be named Link.” Midna smiled. That sounded good to her.
“No!” Link immediately protested. “I’ll let you choose, but we are not naming a baby after me! We never named one after you.”
“Well now I didn’t save all of Hyrule and beyond, did I?” Ilia retorted.
“You may as well have,” Link argued back. Midna tried not to chuckle as she witnessed her parents attempting to have an argument and still saying mushy things like that in the middle of it.
“Fine. If you won’t let me name our son after you, then we’ll name him after your favorite fictional character. A good role model for any young boy.” Um, Father’s favorite fictional character is from that “Legend of Zelda” book. And his name is Link.
“But his name is Link too!” Link protested again. This time Midna did chuckle lightly.
“I know. And Link is his name,” Ilia stated in a tone that defied being argued, the tone she used when Midna was in trouble.
Still sitting criss-cross on the floor, Midna silently rose a hand to her mouth to stifle her giggle at seeing Father quite obviously beaten.
He only sighed. “Fine, you beat me. Link it is.”

 

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The Hero’s Heroine

The Hero’s Heroine

Link
It’s been two years now. Two years since I returned to Ordon village. When I first came back, I didn’t know what to do. Ilia, she pulled me back to the world. She saved me.
Ever since then, our relationship has been strong. Very strong. A couple days ago, while we were washing Epona like we always do, a thought struck me. Since I moved back, my life has slowly evolved to revolve around a center, and Ilia is that center. If you took her out, I literally don’t know what I would do.
So I’ve come to a conclusion. I can’t let her leave me. I want her to be mine, forever. We’re both nineteen now, so we’re not too young anymore. It is time. It is.
I wake in the dark of night and saddle up Epona for a special ride. To Castle Town. Since I can talk to Epona while I’m a wolf, she was able to glean things about Ilia that she wouldn’t say to my face. Like how Ilia likes daisies and lilies. And white pearls that aren’t too big.
I get to Castle Town in the early hours of the morning and head straight for the jeweler’s. I walk up to the man behind the counter. “I don’t suppose you have rings? With white pearls embedded into it that aren’t big.”
“Yes siree.” He reaches under the counter and winks. “You’ll do great, son. Keep up your courage and ask her right out.”
I immediately turn red. “How did you know I was buying an engagement ring?”
“Young, strapping lad like you buying a delicate, tasteful ring in the wee hours of the morning? Easy. And don’t you worry son, no girl in her right mind would turn a fella like you down.”
“I hope not.” I pay for the ring and get out of there fast. It’s getting late, and Ordon is hours away. I gallop back, pick the necessary flowers, and unsaddle Epona so Ilia won’t suspect anything. I sit in my house and force myself to stay calm. I hear her lead Epona to the water and I follow after a minute later, ring in pouch and flowers in hand.
At the gate I stop and breath. This is it. I round the bend. “Good morning, Ilia,” I say. She turns and sees the flowers.
“Are those for me? Oh, thank you, Link!” She runs forward and I hold them out to her. She sniffs them. “They’re beatiful. I didn’t think anyone but Epona knew I liked these. And as you know, Epona can’t talk.” Burn. Ilia knows I can talk to Epona. My ears are now so hot I think there might be smoke coming from them.
“Heh. Actually, I was thinking Epona might like to take a stroll over to Faron woods.” I look right at Epona. “Alone.” Epona knows what I mean. She leaves.
Ilia looks at me quizzically and blushes. Nayru above she is cute when she blushes. Right. Keep talking, Link, you’re doing great. “Yeah, I sorta thought you might like these.”
Now’s the time, Link. Just do it. Farore help me now. “And there’s something else I thought you might like too.” I get down on one knee and reach for the ring. Ilia holds the flowers in one hand and puts the other to her mouth in shock. Hopefully pleased shock. I hold out the ring.
“Ilia, will you marry me?”
Ilia doesn’t say anything immediately. Eventually she is able to whisper. “Yes. Oh yes.” A little louder, “Yes, Link, I will marry you!” She drops the flowers, takes the ring, and flings her arms around me. I return the embrace wholeheartedly. She’s mine now. Forever. I did it.
“Ilia, I love you so much. I’m so glad you said yes. I was afraid you’d say no.”
“I was so afraid you’d never get up the courage to ask. I’m so glad you did. I love you too, Link. So much.”
“So you don’t mind marrying the Chosen Hero of the Goddesses?”
“Mind? I don’t care, as long as you’re my Link. And most woman would find that to be a plus, if you didn’t know.”
“I don’t care.”
“Neither do I.”

 
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Posted by on April 24, 2014 in *Le Fanfic, *Le Legend of Zelda

 

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What Comes After

What Comes After

Hello all!

I recently helped a friend with her own fanfic by writing a chapter for her. The fanfic is a multi-chapter one for Twilight Princess, and the ship is Zelink. If you’re a Zelink shipper, I know you’ll love it, and even if you aren’t, I encourage you to read it anyway. I enjoyed it, and you know where I stand on shipping! 😉 Anyway, it’s What Comes After. I wrote chapter 9. Please take the time to read this fanfic and please comment, favorite, follow—whatever!—if you like it. I’m positive you will!

 

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The First

The First

It was the carrot harvest. Link and Ilia were both out in their field near Ordon village, separated by rows and rows of carrots now ripe for the taking. As Ilia inspected one carrot, pain shot through her like a lightning bolt. She supported herself with one hand on the fence next to her, and her other hand she pressed on her baby belly.
“Link!” she shouted. Link immediately looked up from his work and dropped the shovel he was holding.
“Oh my goddess Nayru! Ilia!” he shouted as he ran. He scooped her up bridal style and ran with her all the way to Uli’s house. He used his foot to practically kick down the door.
“Link, it’s coming,” Ilia moaned.
“I know. Just hold on,” Link said soothingly. Colin opened the door, and Link pushed past him to the back room where he lay Ilia on the bed and clutched her hand. “It’ll be ok. You’ll be fine. I promise.”
Uli came. “Link, go sit on the couch in front. Ilia, just a little longer now honey. You’re doing great.” Ilia released Link’s hand and Link forced himself to walk away and let his wife endure unbearable pain all by herself. He slumped onto the couch.
Ilia’s hips were on fire. The pain was unendurable, but she tried her best not to scream. If she screamed she’d worry Link. Instead she moaned and grunted while Uli made the necessary preparation.
“Ok, and push!” Uli ordered. Ilia tried her best, but the baby still wasn’t out. The pain was too much. She screamed.
Link jolted up on the couch and his muscles tensed. That was Ilia. In so much pain she was screaming like she’d been struck with the Master sword. Why oh why had they thought kids were a good idea? He listened closely for more. He slowly rose and edged toward the door.
Din, give Ilia strength. Link stalked by the door like a wolf stalking his prey. Ilia’s grunts subsided. And was that… a baby’s cry? It was! Throwing aside the mandate to wait, Link threw open the door and strode to Ilia.
“Are you alright?” he asked urgently, not even stopping to see what was in Ilia’s arms. Uli left silently at his entrance.
“I’m fine, darling. It’s all over now. But look.” Ilia moved her gaze to the bundle in her arms. “It’s a girl.”
Link looked at his daughter, literally thunderstruck. She was so beautiful. He lifted one finger to her cheek and slowly rubbed it against her pink, newborn skin.
“She’s beautiful.”
“Here. Hold her,” Ilia said, raising the baby to him.
Link backed away with his arms raised in refusal. “But she’s so little and fragile. What if-”
“Oh Link, just stop. You know how to be gentle. You’re going to be a great father. Now hold her.” Link stepped forward and did as commanded. She was so light, yet so precious. There was nothing more gorgeous than that bundle in Link’s eyes right then.
“What should we name her?” Link asked. He had an idea, but he wasn’t sure if Ilia would be ok with that one.
“I already know what you want to name her, so I was going to let you pick,” said Ilia.
“Are you sure? It was never like that between me and her you know, so-”
“I know it wasn’t. You want to honor a noble, kind, selfless friend. And I’m fine with that. Giving our baby her name is an honor.”
Link smiled down at his new child. “Midna it is then.”

 
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Posted by on February 27, 2014 in *Le Fanfic, *Le Legend of Zelda

 

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