09-06-2013, 06:16 PM
Link hadn't paid any attention to the proceedings for quite some time.
He sat cross legged by the fountain, hands cupped, eyes closed. There had been much commotion surrounding him; the arrival of a multitude of people, their horses and strange whirring devices, although he hadn't seen any of it. The intrusive sounds tried to penetrate his focus, but apart from a basic awareness of them, Link managed to hold his concentration.
What happened around him mattered little to him. These people were strangers and he was lost in a strange land. While that was nothing new to Link, having ventured into eclectic and perilous places on his journey to restore Hyrule, he knew instinctively that this universe was not anything from his world. The one thing that would bring him comfort here was the mystical instrument he carried ever since he entered the Temple of Time; the Ocarina of Time.
After he witnessed so many of the other Primes, as the voices referred to them as, summoning objects from thin air, Link decided he could do it also. Everyone who successfully crafted items from this odd substance of Omnilium was surprised at how easy it was. He heard instructions to imagine what he wanted and it would form in his hands.
Link didn't know how long he'd been sitting, willing his precious ocarina to reform, but so far it didn't seem as simple as others portrayed it. Every now and then he'd notice an alien energy swirling inside him, but it was slippery and thin and eluded his grasp. However, in the last few moments, Link managed a tenuous hold on a strand of that power, and delicately pulled on it until the flow changed direction. It ran slow at first, but picked up speed, and soon he needed to do little to keep the stream pooling into his hands.
He opened his eyes and witnessed a multicoloured orb coalesce in his hands. It sparked with all the colours of the rainbow and gave off its own pale light. Link focused on the energy, remembering the details of his cherished ocarina. He recalled the smooth contours, the indents of the finger holes, the sweet notes it produced ... and as he filled his mind with its features, the orb of Omnilium shrunk and reshaped into a luminescent, indistinct form. A few minutes later, the sheen faded and in his hands Link held the Ocarina of Time.
A wave of relief rushed through his chest. Link felt the stress in his muscles dilute and wither away. He got to his feet, turning over the summoned instrument in his hands. Everything was how he remembered it. Bringing the ocarina to his lips, Link gave it a few blows. His fingers were confused and disoriented at first, but soon the grooves of the surface reignited muscle memory and all felt normal again. He sounded a few more crisp notes, and satisfied with his quality, hid the ocarina within his tunic.
Link turned to face the crowd that filled the area. There were men with unusual devices, designed for travel he surmised, that idled with the sound of a low growling monster. They wore complex suits of armour, some more complete than others. The others, however, were much like Link. Winged horses stood obediently still for their masters, swords at their waists and chainmail over their chests. These people inspired more trust in the Hylian than the others. Despite one of the leaders looking like a green moblin, Link approached them and nodded curtly. The king, Aragorn as he introduced himself, returned the gesture.
"I am Link. I hail from Hyrule, although I doubt my home carries much weight here." He looked around the vast white, broken up only by their presence, the fountain and the far gates. "However, the land that you belong to here, I think, is the closest replica I will find. If you fight for justice, and do not accept the traitor Ganondorf into your folds, I will gladly use my sword and shield in your service." At least until I work out how to go home, he thought.
King Aragorn nodded, but it was Thrall who answered. "We accept your kind proposal, Link. Tell me ... why do you distrust this Ganondorf so?"
Link chuckled despite himself. "It's a long story, Thrall. A long, long story."
He sat cross legged by the fountain, hands cupped, eyes closed. There had been much commotion surrounding him; the arrival of a multitude of people, their horses and strange whirring devices, although he hadn't seen any of it. The intrusive sounds tried to penetrate his focus, but apart from a basic awareness of them, Link managed to hold his concentration.
What happened around him mattered little to him. These people were strangers and he was lost in a strange land. While that was nothing new to Link, having ventured into eclectic and perilous places on his journey to restore Hyrule, he knew instinctively that this universe was not anything from his world. The one thing that would bring him comfort here was the mystical instrument he carried ever since he entered the Temple of Time; the Ocarina of Time.
After he witnessed so many of the other Primes, as the voices referred to them as, summoning objects from thin air, Link decided he could do it also. Everyone who successfully crafted items from this odd substance of Omnilium was surprised at how easy it was. He heard instructions to imagine what he wanted and it would form in his hands.
Link didn't know how long he'd been sitting, willing his precious ocarina to reform, but so far it didn't seem as simple as others portrayed it. Every now and then he'd notice an alien energy swirling inside him, but it was slippery and thin and eluded his grasp. However, in the last few moments, Link managed a tenuous hold on a strand of that power, and delicately pulled on it until the flow changed direction. It ran slow at first, but picked up speed, and soon he needed to do little to keep the stream pooling into his hands.
He opened his eyes and witnessed a multicoloured orb coalesce in his hands. It sparked with all the colours of the rainbow and gave off its own pale light. Link focused on the energy, remembering the details of his cherished ocarina. He recalled the smooth contours, the indents of the finger holes, the sweet notes it produced ... and as he filled his mind with its features, the orb of Omnilium shrunk and reshaped into a luminescent, indistinct form. A few minutes later, the sheen faded and in his hands Link held the Ocarina of Time.
A wave of relief rushed through his chest. Link felt the stress in his muscles dilute and wither away. He got to his feet, turning over the summoned instrument in his hands. Everything was how he remembered it. Bringing the ocarina to his lips, Link gave it a few blows. His fingers were confused and disoriented at first, but soon the grooves of the surface reignited muscle memory and all felt normal again. He sounded a few more crisp notes, and satisfied with his quality, hid the ocarina within his tunic.
Link turned to face the crowd that filled the area. There were men with unusual devices, designed for travel he surmised, that idled with the sound of a low growling monster. They wore complex suits of armour, some more complete than others. The others, however, were much like Link. Winged horses stood obediently still for their masters, swords at their waists and chainmail over their chests. These people inspired more trust in the Hylian than the others. Despite one of the leaders looking like a green moblin, Link approached them and nodded curtly. The king, Aragorn as he introduced himself, returned the gesture.
"I am Link. I hail from Hyrule, although I doubt my home carries much weight here." He looked around the vast white, broken up only by their presence, the fountain and the far gates. "However, the land that you belong to here, I think, is the closest replica I will find. If you fight for justice, and do not accept the traitor Ganondorf into your folds, I will gladly use my sword and shield in your service." At least until I work out how to go home, he thought.
King Aragorn nodded, but it was Thrall who answered. "We accept your kind proposal, Link. Tell me ... why do you distrust this Ganondorf so?"
Link chuckled despite himself. "It's a long story, Thrall. A long, long story."
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