Legend Of Zelda Fan Fiction ❯ Link ❯ Prologue Part 1: Pheonix ( Prologue )

Dear readers: Ok, I accidentally deleted my story and it go all messed up. I'm so sorry! Anyway, I attempted to change the title since it was to plan but it was to much of a hassle for people who already read the story with the title Link. I figured it might confuse them. Its back to the same title now but I put the new title in the first part of the prologue ^^;; sorry for the confusion!

 

Link: Wings of Time

 

Prologue part 1: Phoenix

 

It's been a while since I told you what you meant to me.

 

The day I finally built up the courage to tell you that I'm in love with you.

 

I miss those days.

 

The days that made me feel like I could do anything as long as you were near me.

 

I miss the feeling of your arms around me.

 

The warmth of your breath.

 

The kindness that lit up your eyes.

 

The tenderness of your kiss.

 

I miss it all.

 

I want to be close to you once more.

 

I'd do anything for it.

 

Why did you send me away?

 

Why did you tell me to stay away from Hyrule?

 

I thought you would never again want to part with me.

 

I cry everyday, endlessly wondering if you'll return to me again.

 

I wait here countless hours of the day and night, longing for your embrace.

 

Waiting for you to give me the answer I've longed to hear come straight from your heart.

 

I only wish for one answer and one answer only…

 

“I love you too…”

 

 

 

Saharry awoke on her wooden bed, sat up slowly, rubbed her small eyes with her little fists and tried to see clearly through the light of day. She pulled off her covers and put her small, eleven-year-old feet inside her worn pink slippers. She walked slowly to the other side of the room, being careful not to trip over the nails that stuck out of the floorboards.

 

“Kouji!!” She yelled from her bedroom.

 

When she heard no answer, Saharry rushed out of the room, all the while calling for her fourteen year old brother. Her nightgown flew wildly behind her as she ran like a little imp down the hallway. Her long, light brown hair tangled into her mouth as she stopped at the doorway to the kitchen.

 

“Kouji!” She yelled loudly, even though he was only an inch away from her, setting the table for breakfast.

 

“You don't need to yell, Saharry, I'm right here. What do you want?” He set the blue plates and silver utensils onto the kitchen table cloth, then began to stir the steaming pot on the stove.

 

“We're out of anything that has to do with breakfast,” Kouji explained after seeing the questioning glance from Saharry. “I'm making vegetable soup.”

 

Saharry nodded. “Kouji…” She began quietly, “My ceiling is leaking again…”

 

Kouji stood there in silence, staring at the vegetables floating in the boiling pot.

“I'm sorry Saharry, but I'm afraid I can't have that fixed again. We can't afford it.”

 

Saharry looked down at her ragged slippers and sighed. “But it's going to keep me up at night!” She cried in disappointment.

 

Kouji put down the wooden spoon he was using and turned to give his sister a stern look. “Saharry, I can't do anything about it! We don't have any rupees left to get someone to fix it!”

 

Saharry grunted, then crossed her arms angrily. “When daddy gets back, he'll fix it!” She then turned and stomped down the hallway, slamming her bedroom door.

 

Kouji had no reaction to this what so ever. He continued to stir the vegetables in the pot, which gave off the fresh scent of supper in the air, despite the early hour.

He seemed to be lost in thought, thinking about his regrets and pains. He had no heart to tell Saharry what really happened to their father. She was too young to know about him. He also promised his mother that it was not to be revealed to his little sister until she was old enough to handle the truth.

 

Three years ago, when Saharry was only eight years old and Kouji was eleven, their mother had been very ill, mainly because their father was gone.

 

For two years Kouji would help his mother while she lay sick in bed. He would make the journey to the Hyrule market for her and purchase bread and milk. He did it every week.

 

Kouji and Saharry's family lived in a field between Kakariko village and the market, straight through the Forbidden woods. It took about twenty minutes for Kouji to travel on foot and it was often quite dangerous without some kind of weapon at his side. Kouji came home a few nights with half-stolen bread and broken milk bottles.

 

“Kouji, oh sweetheart,”his mother would say as she threw her arms around her only son.

 

She would cry on his little shoulders and comfort him. His clothes would be tattered or burned and cuts and bruises would be spread upon his skin. He remembered feeling useless and unable to protect his own family the way his father had. He remembered the feeling of being pushed, shoved, and beaten by Hyrule's local gangs. He was never able to escape their grasp. They took what they wanted then shoved him home. Kouji felt terribly guilty for never fighting back.

 

“Give me your goods, outsider,” the gang leaders would threaten. Kouji would shake his head and try to run, terrified of what would happen to him next. He would sprint down the alleyway to the gate leading to the field with all the strength he could muster. He then would fall flat on his face in tears. The group would call him a crybaby or a loser and push him down when he tried to get back up again. The right side of his face would be bleeding continuously and the boy would grab him by the arms, letting his followers punch Kouji rapidly in the stomach until he begged to be released. When they let him go he would hurriedly pick up the stuff that was left and run away from the market, never looking back.

 

When he arrived home his mother would always be proud of him anyway and hold him tightly, saying he was her best little helper. She'd cry and cry along with him and put the food that he brought back away while taking his hand to wash him up and put him to bed.

 

Saharry would stare wide-eyed at the scene with fear and worry. She was too young to understand what was happening to her family, and every time she asked questions, no answer would be heard.

 

“I'm sorry, mommy, I'm sorry, I just couldn't,” Kouji sobbed.

 

“Shhhh, no sweetheart, it's okay…oh my darling I love you. You've done a good job.”

 

She would comfort him until he was calm again, and then smile warmly as she lifted her little boy off the ground and tucked him into bed.

 

Kouji remembered a song she sang when he was a little boy, one that he would listen contently to and fall asleep with in minutes.

 

During the high notes of the song, his mother's voice would crack and she'd cough severely for a little while, then continue on with her usual beautiful voice. The song was in the Hylian language, so he didn't understand some parts, but it didn't matter so long as he could hear his mother's sweet, soft voice, even in his dreams.

 

He still remembered his mother softly singing that lullaby in his ear as he drifted to sleep…

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Kouji dropped his wooden spoon when he awoke from thought. He quickly shut off the stove and cursed under his breath. Grabbing the oven mitts, he quickly lifted the metal pot off the stovetop, blowing on the burnt soup. He waved his hand furiously to get rid of the smoke that polluted the cool air.

 

Saharry came running down the hall dressed in a warm pink sweater and some warm slacks, stopping at the doorway to watch Kouji clean up the mess.

 

“You burnt our food again. I'm not surprised,” she said with a little glint in her eye and a soft smirk. “It was our last, right?”

 

Kouji coughed and hacked as he gave Saharry an angry look. “It's your fault not mine,” she said carefully in defense, walking toward the wooden table. She plopped down on one of the chairs and grinned widely, reaching for an apple on the place mat and eating it confidently.

 

Kouji took off his oven mitts and glared at Saharry as she continued to eat fearlessly. “Stop being such a smartass or I'll give you dirt to eat for supper.”

 

“That's what we'll end up eating anyway,” she said, giggling. “Now, what are you going to do, Kouji? Huh?” Saharry asked with more cockiness then usual.

 

Standing up to her brother wasn't all that easy. She'd often do it on accident and end up setting him off like a firecracker. Saharry rolled her eyes and chewed up the rest of her apple.

 

Kouji figured this was his sister's last straw, so he grabbed Saharry's winter coat from where it was hanging on the wall, then pulled fifty rupees from his rough jean pockets.

 

He stomped, fuming, over to Saharry's side and glared at her with his glowing golden yellow eyes. He shoved the items in her face and lifted her off the chair by her arm.

 

“Hey!” Saharry yelled. She dropped the last of her apple as he held her up to his face.

 

“I have an idea.” He spoke softly yet dangerously. “Why don't you get more food for us? Then we'll all be happy, right?”

 

“But it wasn't my fault!” She exclaimed.

 

“No, but it was your fault for being a smartass and making me angry.” He shoved her toward the door. “Now go.”

 

Tears began to roll down Saharry's cheeks, but she wiped them away quickly. She had never seen her brother so upset before, but the one thing her father had taught her was to be strong and not show any weakness by shedding tears. She did her best to fulfill her father's request, but in the meantime, Saharry couldn't help but wonder if there was something seriously bothering her older brother. She stood there stunned and unable to move.

 

Kouji began to clean up the mess then looked up to see if Saharry was leaving. “What are you staring at?! Leave!” He yelled.

 

Saharry jumped and ran out the door, pulling her jacket over her delicate body and grasping the rupees firmly in her hand. She slammed the door behind her and looked out into the dark woods at the beginning of its dirt trail.

 

Her brother never forced her to travel through the forbidden woods without an escort until now. Just the thought of walking near it made shivers run down Saharry's spine.

 

It was a cold winter day and sparkling snow covered the frozen grass. The small pond on the side of their house was frozen, the water looking like a crystal mirror. The air was so dense that she could hear the whispering of the winds and the soft sway of the trees.

 

Their house stood alone in the cold.

 

The two lived in a small meadow with their mother where only a few trees and shrubs were placed delicately in its surroundings. The only way out of this peaceful field was through the Forbidden woods. Saharry remembered stories being told by her teacher in school one day. Sightings of the undead, wolfos, and evil lurked through the forest grounds. She would scare Saharry and her classmates so much that none of them would be able to sleep at night, knowing horrible monsters like that roamed free in the area.

 

Saharry hesitated as she stepped slowly off the front porch, looking around with a worried expression upon her pale face. As she neared the woods, she peered through the blackness beyond the bare trees.

 

“This…doesn't seem so bad,” she said to herself, walking slowly into the dense forest. Hot air rushed out of her mouth as she breathed harder and harder, her heart beating faster with every step she took.

 

Cautiously and carefully, Saharry ventured through the woods, her long brown hair constantly getting snagged in the tree branches and twigs. She'd hear distant noises that weren't familiar to her. Everything seemed different and it made Saharry want to turn and run.

 

What was this place? Were she and Kouji the only true mortals who walked trough these woods? She couldn't help but wonder.

 

Frightened, she picked up a large twig, thinking it might help her if something decided to jump at her. But all was quiet.

 

Suddenly, a squirrel bounded out from the bushes and crossed the dirt path to get to its tree. The sudden motion made Saharry scream and run widely down the path.

 

After ten minutes of sprinting, she slowed to a stop at the edge of the forest. Nothing could get by her now. She was able to relax a bit.

 

“Yes…I'm almost there…” She panted, leaning over with her hands on her knees.

 

She used what energy she had left to run down the rest of the strange and winding path. Following the trail wasn't as easy as she thought. Every step she took echoed loudly throughout the entire forest. She didn't want to be heard by any creature that didn't want her near its home.

 

Soon enough, the trees lessened and the sky became more clear and visible. The field was only five feet ahead. She was practically home free.

 

When she finally emerged breathlessly, a large red bird shot out of the tall trees, brushing its talons against Saharry's head. Her winter hat was swept right off and was now in the possession of an unknown species that looked to be a phoenix.

 

Saharry ducked and covered her head, scared half to death. She looked up, panting and nervous.

 

Was…was that…a phoenix? She questioned internally as her eyes widened.

 

“Eh?! Hey! Give me my hat back!” She yelled, almost out of breath from her scare. The bird, of course, did not listen, though it did turn its magnificent head.

 

Saharry stared straight into the bird's yellow eyes and an intense pain ripped through her mind. She groaned while covering her head with her hands. It felt as if a thousand knives had been stabbed into her temples.

 

“God…what was that?” She asked out loud, flinching.

 

The pain subsided when the bird was out of sight. Saharry looked toward the gates of Hyrule castle as a light sheet of sleet began to descend from the sky. It was deathly quiet. The fields were completely bare from the cold weather. Everything was icy white. It was beautiful.

 

When the pain ebbed completely, Saharry trudged toward the entrance of the market.

 

“This day is getting weirder and weirder, but…maybe I'll run into mother here,” she said to herself.

 

Saharry walked carefully yet hastily toward the castle. It was too creepy outside the gates, especially since no one ever actually walked through the fields of Hyrule. The only way to go was on horseback.

 

Saharry hoped with every ounce of her heart that she'd be able to complete Kouji's ridiculous task.

 

She hastily walked toward the gates and trudged swiftly through the market.