08-28-2013, 07:52 AM
"Now go home Link. Regain your lost time! Home ... where you are supposed to be ... the way you are supposed to be ...
Link sat up, his head weary and pulsing. What happened to him? The last solid, reliable memory he had was of Princess Zelda. She pursed her lips, brought the Ocarina of Time to her lips, and played a melody he heard so many times before but would likely never hear again. Her song. Zelda's Lullaby. The magic imbued into the ocarina took hold of him and thrust him through time. As he waited, eyes closed and mind throbbing, his memory cleared. There was a brief moment where he was slipping between his teenage and child self where he was halted. Suspended, the ever moving sands of time poured through his mind's eye, and he saw worlds beyond imagining.
He hoped it was a dream, but the longer he concentrated, the more he realised he'd seen ... himself. Not actually himself, but men and children who were like him. There was a spiritual kinship, a deeper connection than blood, that they all shared. While he sensed they weren't his ancestors or descendants, they were progenitors or receivers of an untold bravery. Link opened his eyes. The Triforce of Courage? Were those people all recipients of that mystical triangle of the gods?
In any case, as his vision rested on each, he felt something attach itself to him like a line of web. Each "Link" added their own strand to him until he bore a spiritual connection to each and every one of them, with him at the centre. What did that mean? Had the opening of that pathway in time wrought greater repercussions than even Zelda could foresee?
Apparently, he thought to himself as he took stock of his new location. This wasn't Kokiri Forest, and he wasn't ten years old again. Whatever paused him when he hovered outside of time must have pulled him here, but where was here? Link first guessed that he may have ended up in the Temple of Light again, but the stark emptiness around him made that unlikely. A great metal fountain fired a jet of water high into the sky, where it fell back into the basin in droplets. The gentle, rhythmic pattering of water on water soothed his frayed nerves for a moment, but too much was askew. Link found his feet and wondered what his next move would be.
He searched through his tunic. Many of the items he once used in service of Hyrule had vanished. On his back he still retained the Master Sword and his Hylian shield. At least he had the means to defend himself if required. He patted his body for anything else; a bomb, an arrow, a medallion of the Sages. Nothing remained. Not even his old fairy ocarina. He hoped to play Saria's Song, that the magic of her song may find its way to her and give him advice. There wasn't much to do now except explore. Maybe there was something or someone nearby who could help.
As Link rounded the fountain, he spotted two others, neither of whom he recognised. One was green skinned, dressed in animal skins and with hideous, pointed teeth. Whatever it was, it appeared female. Maybe it was a Moblin, or a Lizalfos, but she seemed too svelte and civilised for either of those two options. She conversed with a person in an orange and red suit of armour, but it looked nothing like the suits he'd seen knights wear. It encompassed the entire body, even molding over the head, with a large round opening on one arm. Perhaps this warrior lost their hand in battle? Link couldn't see a sword or shield anywhere else.
“Ladies, I am Ganondorf, King of Hyrule. It’s a pleasure to meet you both.”
Link's blood froze. Partially blocked by the fountain, Ganondorf bowed to the two strangers, his words falsely respectful. He was no longer the boar faced demon Link had defeated before, but the Gerudo king was always a threat in the best of circumstances. The proclamation of his title, the King of Hyrule, didn't get past Link's attention.
Link's left hand swiftly unsheathed his blade, his right slipping into his shield. Ganon looked up at the noise, his eyes wide. It was obvious he hadn't expected to see him here either.
"Get away from them!"
Link sat up, his head weary and pulsing. What happened to him? The last solid, reliable memory he had was of Princess Zelda. She pursed her lips, brought the Ocarina of Time to her lips, and played a melody he heard so many times before but would likely never hear again. Her song. Zelda's Lullaby. The magic imbued into the ocarina took hold of him and thrust him through time. As he waited, eyes closed and mind throbbing, his memory cleared. There was a brief moment where he was slipping between his teenage and child self where he was halted. Suspended, the ever moving sands of time poured through his mind's eye, and he saw worlds beyond imagining.
He hoped it was a dream, but the longer he concentrated, the more he realised he'd seen ... himself. Not actually himself, but men and children who were like him. There was a spiritual kinship, a deeper connection than blood, that they all shared. While he sensed they weren't his ancestors or descendants, they were progenitors or receivers of an untold bravery. Link opened his eyes. The Triforce of Courage? Were those people all recipients of that mystical triangle of the gods?
In any case, as his vision rested on each, he felt something attach itself to him like a line of web. Each "Link" added their own strand to him until he bore a spiritual connection to each and every one of them, with him at the centre. What did that mean? Had the opening of that pathway in time wrought greater repercussions than even Zelda could foresee?
Apparently, he thought to himself as he took stock of his new location. This wasn't Kokiri Forest, and he wasn't ten years old again. Whatever paused him when he hovered outside of time must have pulled him here, but where was here? Link first guessed that he may have ended up in the Temple of Light again, but the stark emptiness around him made that unlikely. A great metal fountain fired a jet of water high into the sky, where it fell back into the basin in droplets. The gentle, rhythmic pattering of water on water soothed his frayed nerves for a moment, but too much was askew. Link found his feet and wondered what his next move would be.
He searched through his tunic. Many of the items he once used in service of Hyrule had vanished. On his back he still retained the Master Sword and his Hylian shield. At least he had the means to defend himself if required. He patted his body for anything else; a bomb, an arrow, a medallion of the Sages. Nothing remained. Not even his old fairy ocarina. He hoped to play Saria's Song, that the magic of her song may find its way to her and give him advice. There wasn't much to do now except explore. Maybe there was something or someone nearby who could help.
As Link rounded the fountain, he spotted two others, neither of whom he recognised. One was green skinned, dressed in animal skins and with hideous, pointed teeth. Whatever it was, it appeared female. Maybe it was a Moblin, or a Lizalfos, but she seemed too svelte and civilised for either of those two options. She conversed with a person in an orange and red suit of armour, but it looked nothing like the suits he'd seen knights wear. It encompassed the entire body, even molding over the head, with a large round opening on one arm. Perhaps this warrior lost their hand in battle? Link couldn't see a sword or shield anywhere else.
“Ladies, I am Ganondorf, King of Hyrule. It’s a pleasure to meet you both.”
Link's blood froze. Partially blocked by the fountain, Ganondorf bowed to the two strangers, his words falsely respectful. He was no longer the boar faced demon Link had defeated before, but the Gerudo king was always a threat in the best of circumstances. The proclamation of his title, the King of Hyrule, didn't get past Link's attention.
Link's left hand swiftly unsheathed his blade, his right slipping into his shield. Ganon looked up at the noise, his eyes wide. It was obvious he hadn't expected to see him here either.
"Get away from them!"
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