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Jun. 13th, 2012 07:26 pm"No, Link. You weren't dreaming. I woke you up, remember?"
"Yeah, but..." Link winces as Zelda pokes his arm, hard.
"But nothing! I better see you practicing lots before the Wing Ceremony, or I'm gonna have words with you! This is your big chance. Don't mess it up!"
"Y-yes, I understand, Zelda..."
But why can't she? Sometimes it's hard distinguishing dreams from reality. And what's so bad about hoping that maybe you weren't just chosen to participate in this year's huge, life-altering, this-brings-you-one-step-closer-to-knighthood ceremony? He hopes to Hylia she never finds out those times when it only looked like he was awake...
"Hey."
That's his only warning before Zelda drags him to the side, away from prying ears. "Don't tell anyone," she says in a low voice, "but... I'm going to play the part of the goddess this year. So you have to win! Not just so you can become a knight. Do it for me, too. Okay?"
He smiles. "Yeah!"
For Zelda? He'd do anything.
~ ♦ ~
"Hey, Link! Can you hear me?"
Yes, and that can be one of the unfortunate things about the Knight Academy: the lack of proper walls between rooms. This was only unfortunate for Link if someone shouted loudly, which, considering that Fledge occupied the room beside his, wasn't much of a problem, and is only sort of a problem now that Link has flopped into bed.
"I heard you were picked for the Wing Ceremony! Congratulations!"
"Thanks..."
"I always knew they would pick you soon," Fledge continues. Link has a feeling he knows the nature of what Fledge will say next. He always did have a hard time making a complement that wasn't at someone else's expense, usually his own. And sure enough, just as the tendrils of sleep start to curl around Link's consciousness, Fledge begins his lament over how he wishes he were as strong and as talented, and that maybe one day...
But whatever his hopes are for the future aren't quite uttered in time to reach Link before he drifts into sleep.
~ ♦ ~
He never visited the Isle this late at night. He isn't sure why he is visiting it now, this late, when Pipit had given him a scolding on his way out the door. Link said he'd be careful. At least, he thinks he said that. Things are so hazy he isn't sure what he had done or said, or if Pipit had really been there. And maybe that's why he had found his way to the Statue through some convoluted route, one that didn't make much sense now that he's standing in before a freshly opened doorway at the front of the Statue. He could've just climbed up the stairs connecting the Academy to the Isle of the Goddess, and maybe that's the route he would have taken if...
It didn't matter. He's here, now, in front of the doorway he must enter. That was where the light had gone, the light that had lead him from the Academy...
And yet, he senses something else from within the statue. Something sinister. Something that suggested maybe he ought to take the easy way back, return to his room and crawl into bed without thinking about a certain event destined to happen far too soon for his liking... And what was that event? The thing that sat beyond the doorway?
Link...
He steps forward, through the doorway and into a chamber as wide as the base of the statue. Just ahead of him is a small stone pedestal, and, rising from it, a sword. It shines with a faint blue light, dimmer, but similar to the one that had lead him here.
The time of your awakening draws near. Take the sword...
His fingers wrap around the light blue hilt of the blade. He tightens his grip, the muscles of his upper arms tensing as he pulls the sword from the pedestal.
...lift it skyward...
He raises the sword.
Behind him, a deafening roar.
He turns, sword at the ready, clothes suddenly heavy.
The great apocalypse is yours to end.
He turns to the open, sharp-toothed mouth of an enormous monster.
~ ♦ ~
"...Link?"
Her hand falls lightly against his arm. He turns his face towards her, head propped up by one of his hands.
"You don't look good. Is everything okay?"
He looks down to his other hand, drawing idle circles on the wooden surface of the desk.
"I had a bad dream last night," he says.
"Yeah, but..." Link winces as Zelda pokes his arm, hard.
"But nothing! I better see you practicing lots before the Wing Ceremony, or I'm gonna have words with you! This is your big chance. Don't mess it up!"
"Y-yes, I understand, Zelda..."
But why can't she? Sometimes it's hard distinguishing dreams from reality. And what's so bad about hoping that maybe you weren't just chosen to participate in this year's huge, life-altering, this-brings-you-one-step-closer-to-knighthood ceremony? He hopes to Hylia she never finds out those times when it only looked like he was awake...
"Hey."
That's his only warning before Zelda drags him to the side, away from prying ears. "Don't tell anyone," she says in a low voice, "but... I'm going to play the part of the goddess this year. So you have to win! Not just so you can become a knight. Do it for me, too. Okay?"
He smiles. "Yeah!"
For Zelda? He'd do anything.
"Hey, Link! Can you hear me?"
Yes, and that can be one of the unfortunate things about the Knight Academy: the lack of proper walls between rooms. This was only unfortunate for Link if someone shouted loudly, which, considering that Fledge occupied the room beside his, wasn't much of a problem, and is only sort of a problem now that Link has flopped into bed.
"I heard you were picked for the Wing Ceremony! Congratulations!"
"Thanks..."
"I always knew they would pick you soon," Fledge continues. Link has a feeling he knows the nature of what Fledge will say next. He always did have a hard time making a complement that wasn't at someone else's expense, usually his own. And sure enough, just as the tendrils of sleep start to curl around Link's consciousness, Fledge begins his lament over how he wishes he were as strong and as talented, and that maybe one day...
But whatever his hopes are for the future aren't quite uttered in time to reach Link before he drifts into sleep.
He never visited the Isle this late at night. He isn't sure why he is visiting it now, this late, when Pipit had given him a scolding on his way out the door. Link said he'd be careful. At least, he thinks he said that. Things are so hazy he isn't sure what he had done or said, or if Pipit had really been there. And maybe that's why he had found his way to the Statue through some convoluted route, one that didn't make much sense now that he's standing in before a freshly opened doorway at the front of the Statue. He could've just climbed up the stairs connecting the Academy to the Isle of the Goddess, and maybe that's the route he would have taken if...
It didn't matter. He's here, now, in front of the doorway he must enter. That was where the light had gone, the light that had lead him from the Academy...
And yet, he senses something else from within the statue. Something sinister. Something that suggested maybe he ought to take the easy way back, return to his room and crawl into bed without thinking about a certain event destined to happen far too soon for his liking... And what was that event? The thing that sat beyond the doorway?
Link...
He steps forward, through the doorway and into a chamber as wide as the base of the statue. Just ahead of him is a small stone pedestal, and, rising from it, a sword. It shines with a faint blue light, dimmer, but similar to the one that had lead him here.
The time of your awakening draws near. Take the sword...
His fingers wrap around the light blue hilt of the blade. He tightens his grip, the muscles of his upper arms tensing as he pulls the sword from the pedestal.
...lift it skyward...
He raises the sword.
Behind him, a deafening roar.
He turns, sword at the ready, clothes suddenly heavy.
The great apocalypse is yours to end.
He turns to the open, sharp-toothed mouth of an enormous monster.
"...Link?"
Her hand falls lightly against his arm. He turns his face towards her, head propped up by one of his hands.
"You don't look good. Is everything okay?"
He looks down to his other hand, drawing idle circles on the wooden surface of the desk.
"I had a bad dream last night," he says.