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The following drabbles were written for the LinkxZelda drabble contest, according to 30 themes.
1)
River/Lakes
Blue (Words:
211)
Her eyes were blue.
It sounded like a stupid thing to say, really, because
of course her eyes were blue. Anyone could see that. They were the most striking feature in her face ―among her other
striking features, like that waist and those legs and that fair skin and by the gods, that tempting heart-shaped pink mouth―
and poets near and far did not hesitate, when tales of heroic ventures were slow in coming, to describe her beautiful blue
eyes.
But he knew her eyes better than any other.
When she lay, sated, tired but happy, her eyes were
the deep blue of Lake Hylia’s depths; when her anger caught, they flared like the sharp glint of light on a ripple before
the wave broke; when she was sad, they were the soft gray of a stormy sea; when she was playful, he could see his reflection
in them like in the steady flow of Zora’s river; when she laughed they were the pale, bright blue of a waterfall, and
then there were moments like now, where her eyes were the warm blue of a pond, full of life and depth, the surface shining
in the bright sun, and the ripples bubbling along as she said the words “I love you.”
2)
Daydreaming
Smile (Words: 275)
“What are you thinking about?”
The question was innocent enough. Link figured he
would be safe enough to admit it.
“I’m thinking about you.” There.
Safe, polite, flattering and as honest as it would get.
“Me? Just me?” Oops. “Me doing something?”
Damn. He’d have to be forthcoming with details
“Well, you’re smiling.”
“I’m smiling now. Why imagine it when
you have me right here?”
“Because I like thinking about your smile as
much as I like looking at it.”
She giggled with pleasure, before inquiring, “So,
why am I smiling?”
“I’m sorry?”
“In your daydream. Why am I smiling?”
Could he tell her? Could he say it, just like that,
with nothing leading up to it? Wasn’t that a little sudden?
“Link? Hello?”
“You’re smiling because you’re happy.”
She laughed. “Well, of course I’m happy.
But why am I happy?”
He teased. “Isn’t it enough to be happy
just because you want to?”
“Link,” she warned, “don’t
avoid the subject. There must be a reason you imagine me smiling and happy.”
“Well, I suppose there is.” He shot her
a gentle smile. “But I’m afraid if I tell you, my daydream won’t come true.” He could feel that fear
knotting his stomach up.
Softly, she leaned forward and suggested, “Try
me.”
He smiled and took her hand. Her eyes widened a wee
bit, if only because of his shaking fingers. He drew a shuddering breath.
“Well, Zelda, when I think of you smiling and
happy, it’s because you only just accepted my marriage proposal.”
She was silent as she deciphered his anxiety, but
then said, brightly, “Oh, I have every reason to smile now!”
3)
Relaxation
Overprotection (Words: 468)
Zelda sighed, and her breath came out as a staccato.
Hands rumbled on her bare back, softly hammering into her tense shoulders. She hated working while bent over long documents,
but politics didn’t wait, and besides, she owed it to her country. Her personal comfort paled in comparison.
Still, she could only relish moments like these, where
warmth and softness curled around her, the harsh knots in her muscles slowly easing away like clumps in dough. Malleable.
She liked that.
There was a grunt next to her, and she resolutely
ignored it. Pooh, it would ruin her day if she paid it any more heed.
The man above her, a towering, broad-shouldered god
of peace, bent down and asked, close to her ear, “Would you like me to finish up or would you prefer a few minutes more?”
She exhaled deeply and, in a drowsy voice, replied,
“Maybe a few more minutes, Reed.”
Another grunt, this time of warning, sounded next
to them. If her eyes hadn’t been closed, she’d have rolled them. She felt the towering mass of Reed hesitate then
carefully resume his delectable work. Ah, yes.
His hands moved down her bare back and towards her
lumbar curve, the motion warm and sensual. The man was talented.
There was a sharp clearing of the throat somewhere
to her far side, and for a moment, Reed’s hands unexpectedly moved away. Darn it, just when she was ready to doze off
again. What in the world was Reed doing? She paid him a madman’s wage to get these precious few moments every week.
Traitor!
A door opened then closed. Silence.
Well, bugger it all!
Opening her eyes, she peered around at the visible
area, but saw no one.
“Reed?”
She sat up, sleepy-eyed and annoyed, and cast a quick
look to locate her― Ah.
“Link,” she exasperatedly told her chief
of security, “you have got to learn to use proper manners with my therapists. They are the only ones keeping me sane.”
It was clear from Link’s grim expression that
he thought very little of her therapists, and even less of their impact on her sanity. “He was going to feel you up.”
His eyes fell away from her gaze and rested at some point around her collarbone.
This time she did roll her eyes. “Link, by gods,
if you’re going to be like this about every single one of my―,” she noticed his face reddening and his eyes
dart away, “―What is wrong with you?”
All of a sudden she became aware of the air circulating
freely on the skin of her back… and front.
Clearing his throat, Link held up a strip of pink
fabric from the edge of the table and suggested, in a small but pleased voice, “May I offer you your bra?”
4)
Nostalgia
Promise (Words: 152)
“Remember when you used to wear that pink dress?”
Zelda looked down at the navy blue gown, frowning.
“Yes. Why?”
Link sighed, running a hand over her swollen stomach.
“Nothing. Maybe I’m coming down with something.”
“I hope not,” she said, a bit dryly. “If
I were to catch it, my doctor would never forgive me. Think of the baby.”
He smiled softly, bringing her close and kissing her
forehead. “It’s just that I keep thinking of all the memories attached to that dress. You were beautiful.”
At her pointed stare, he hastened to add, “You still are.”
Her lips curled up fondly. “Oh, Link, do you
really miss the old days so much?”
He shrugged and admitted, sheepishly. “I miss
sweeping you up in my arms and having that flurry of fabric billow around us like flower petals. Promise me you’ll wear
it again after the baby is born.”
She laughed.
5)
Betrayal
No drabble yet.
6)
Claustrophobia
Captive (Words: 337)
Zelda tried to rationalize. There was no point in
being afraid. Just because it was a tiny space and there were no means of escape in sight didn’t mean she wouldn’t
make it out alive.
Something like panic went up and down her spine, alerting
her every nerve that maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea.
It had started out just fine. Things like these always
do, don’t they? Zelda reckoned she had been as wise as anyone, and if things had gone terribly unplanned, it was entirely
without her consent, and she definitely was not to blame.
Uncertainly, she brought a hand up against the hard
warm wall in front of her. She wished she could see a faint bit more, if only to stop the whirling inside her head, perhaps
to anchor herself to something real.
As it were, though, things seemed to be getting gradually
worse. She was rather certain that her legs would give out from the sheer stress of her situation. Was there really no way
to get away from here?
And then the wall spoke. “Your hands are cold.”
She harrumphed. Why, the nerve of the damned…
She flattened herself against the hard stones behind her and tried to steady her breath. Unfortunately, she didn’t feel
there was enough air in the world to fill her lungs ―and the space she was in didn’t allow for very ample breathing.
She was trapped.
Suddenly the space started shrinking. Panic made her
heart thump wildly in her chest. Oh dear Nayru, there was no way out, was there? No way to escape?
The two blocks at her sides moved and enclosed her.
She was too stunned, her legs too weak, to fight back.
And suddenly, she was crushed. She was doomed. Her
heart beat wildly, and then her lips were under assault. She had indeed lost.
The wall moved away from her lips and she saw him
smirk. “Got you. You’re it.”
She was never playing Kiss Tag with Link ever again.
7) Green, White or Yellow
No drabble yet.
8) Counting Stars/Stargazing
Untitled, by Lyxie (Words: 608)
Zelda had thought Link crazy when he burst into her
apartment (she wondered why on earth she’d decided he needed a key) and exclaimed excitedly, “there’s a
meteor shower tonight!”
Zelda looked up from the pizza she was munching on, raising a brow at her best friend. “And?”
“And?!”
He looked taken aback for a second, cocking his head to the side and making an odd face as he thought. Zelda loved how Link’s
face always reflected his emotions so well. “And….. And we’re going to go watch it!” He exclaimed
in excitement, pointing a finger high into the air.
“Link, we’re in the middle of the city,” she’d
told him with a fond smile. “We can’t see them from here, there’s too much light pollution.”
“Then
we’ll simply have to drive out,” he said with a nod, crossing his arms over his chest self-satisfactoraially.
So,
Zelda had allowed herself to be ushered into Link’s car, and even endured his warbling singing as they drove out of
city limits. At last, they’d escaped the clutches of light, and Link pulled over on the side of the road and shut off
his headlights.
“Ta-daa!” he announced with a grin, hopping out of the car. He ran around the other side and
opened Zelda’s door for her, helping her out of the low sports car with a friendly hand. “Here we are, Princess!”
“Wow,”
she murmured, looking heavenwards. “It’s beautiful out tonight.”
“Of course it is, I said it would
be,” Link replied cheerfully, opening the trunk of his car. He pulled out two thick blankets and a cooler. He spread
the blankets on the ground, then opened the cooler.
“What did you bring?” Zelda asked as he pulled out two
dixie cups.
“Champagne,” he replied simply. “I’m sorry the glassware isn’t finer.”
“Link,
you didn’t have to bring champagne out here,” Zelda told him, smiling.
“My treat to you,” he replied
simply, uncorking the champagne and filling her dixie cup. He then filled his own, and put the champagne back in the cooler,
and looked skyward. “The shower’s supposed to start any minute now…”
They lapsed into easy conversation,
and Zelda exclaimed slightly when she saw the first shooting star.
“Oh, Link, did you see it?”
“Yes.
You should make a wish,” he added, smiling at her and winking.
“You go first,” she told him, and waited
as he shut his eyes. She took the moment to hungrily gaze at his peaceful face- it was so expressive, so handsome. Link was
her best friend, but he was also more, too; she loved him. She loved him passionately, wildly, insanely, and without remorse
except that she was fairly certain he didn’t love her back.
His eyes popped open. Zelda smiled.
“Your turn,”
he told her. She shut her eyes, sipping her champagne, wishing…
I wish Link would love me.
She opened her eyes,
then looked over at Link, who was smiling expectantly. “What did you wish for?”
“You asked, so you tell
me first,” she told him.
“I wished…” he stopped, and looked at her with a smile. “I wished
that you would let me kiss you.”
She stared, slack-jawed at Link. Another meteor shot by overhead. “For the
love of Nayru, do it already,” she managed as he looked at her expectantly. At this, Link grinned, and swooped down,
taking her lips hungrily. She responded eagerly, happily, feeling as though her heart would burst; when, at last, he pulled
away, he smiled at her.
“So, what did you wish for?” he asked expectantly.
“It doesn’t matter,”
she replied, smiling fondly at him. “It already came true.”
9) Distance
Untitled,
by Lyxie (Words: 530)
“Zelda?” It was Link’s voice
on the phone, and she marveled at how close he sounded- his voice was as clear as if he were calling her from the next room.
“Yeah?”
She
was in a cutoff old tee and panties, and had been getting ready to go to bed when Link called her. She hadn’t had the
heart to lecture him on how late it was, either; here in Fort Royal, it was almost two in the morning, but in Labrynna, where
Link was, it was only seven in the evening. He’d gotten out of his business meeting late but called Zelda, as he’d
promised; she wrapped the long, corkscrew-curled cord of the telephone around her leg as she looked blearily at the nice Terminian
clock Link had brought back for her from his last trip. He always brought her little presents; the clock, a Picori dagger
from Minish, a jewelry made of precious ore from Subrosia… but Zelda would have traded away all these gifts in an instant
just to hear Link say he loved her.
“I’m sorry,” Link finally said, tugging Zelda from her thoughts.
“Sorry
for what?” she asked, sitting up straighter and switching the phone to the other ear.
“I’m sorry that
I haven’t been around as much since we graduated from University. I know it’s been hard on you. It has been hard
on me, too.”
“You can’t help your job, Link,” Zelda chastised him lightly. “I can’t
hold that against you.”
“I’m glad,” he replied softly. Zelda shut her eyes and smiled, pretending
Link was there with her. “You know, I’ve been thinking of taking some time off after I’m done with this
trip.”
“And what would you do with that time off?” Zelda asked lazily, a small smile playing upon her
face.
“Lie on your couch,” came his reply, and though his voice was serious, Zelda knew there was a smile playing
at the corner of his lips. “Watch action moves on your TV. Tell you to make me sandwiches and bring me beers.”
Zelda
laughed aloud at this, shaking her head.
“That sounds like a nice vacation,” she told him, lips curved upwards.
“It
does,” he agreed. “And maybe, if I worked up the balls, I’d ask you out on a date,” he added. Zelda
sat stock upright at this, but tried not to let her sudden excitement bleed through over the phone line.
“Only if
you took me to a nice restaurant and then to a good movie afterwards,” she said nonchalantly. “And helped me into
my seat, and held my hand while we walked…”
“And told you how beautiful you are,” he added, a grin
in his voice. “You’re always quite beautiful. Are you going to come pick me up from the airport when I come home?”
His voice was hopeful. Zelda smirked.
“Only if you take me on that date,” she quipped.
There was a long
pause, as though he was thinking- Zelda’s heart began to thud nervously. Had she gone too far? Then, at last, he spoke,
and his voice was so genuinely warm and loving that all of Zelda’s fears melted away in a moment.
“Done.”
10) Secret Admiration
Untitled, by Lyxie (Words: 506)
Link hated Valentine’s Day. He
hated the way that girls giggled in the hallway and coupled mooned over each other. He hated the gaudy red heart-shaped cards,
he hated the chocolates, he hated the “cupids” that went from class to class delivering roses. One of the said
“cupids” darted past him, a handful of red roses with white and pink and red tissue paper wrapped around the long,
de-thorned stems darted past him; Link turned his head away and scowled. At least, he thought with some relief, it was lunchtime
now, and he’d have some slight reprieve.
Link sat heavily at the cafeteria table, glaring up at Kafei. Next to him
was seated his girlfriend, Anju- both of them also looked plainly disgusted at the holiday cheer.
“Worst day of the
year,” Link grunted. Kafei nodded his agreement.
“Any word yet on the status of our undercover operation?”
Anju asked Link. He paled a little.
“I’ve been trying not to think about it.”
Link had sent a full
bouquet of roses to Zelda deHyrule, the prettiest girl in school. She was quiet and composed, and wasn’t one of the
“popular” clique but the friends she had were good ones. Fortunately, Link happened to have a very reliable tie
to her by the name of Midna Knyte, with whom he’d taken Gym, Art, Dead Hylian, and Study Hall over the past four years.
He and Midna had first met when they’d been forced into a (not)rousing game of dodgeball in Gym, and had bonded over
that particular humiliating experience. It had been Midna’s idea that Link send Zelda the flowers- the stunning Twili
girl had a keen eye and had seen Link’s admiration for her.
Link tried not to glance up hopefully every time someone
walked by, instead concentrating on his brown-bag lunch of a Peanut Butter and Honey sandwich and Milk. Someone sat down heavily
in the seat beside him near the end of lunch- he looked up in shock.
“She got the flowers,” Midna told him
simply.
“And?” His mouth was dry. His palms were sweating. His heart was about to flatline.
“Here’s
her number,” Midna told him, sliding him a sheet of paper. “She says you can pick her up at seven.”
Grinning,
Link took it, then looked back at Midna.
“Really?”
“Really,” she replied, and though she was
trying to look disgusted, he could see the corners of her lips quirking up in a smile. “I told you it would work out.”
Link
glanced over his shoulder at Zelda, who was sitting by the window. She glanced up at him once, smiled shyly, then looked away.
“Good
work, tiger,” Kafei told Link, clapping him on the back. Link grinned, looking down at Zelda’s number.
“Thanks.”
He then looked up at Midna.
“Tell her that seven is great. I can’t wait,” he added with a smile. Midna
inclined her head, then stood and set of for Zelda’s table. Link was all grins.
Maybe Valentine’s day wasn’t
so bad after all.
11)
Sandwiches
Under
Attack ( Words: 255)
Link knew better than to presume he’d escape
this horrible fate. It seemed his countenance was forever put to the test of late. It was bad enough that he had to be bothered
at all hours of the day to get things done: the dungeons needed constant monitoring because they got infested with all kinds
of nasty buggers, the castle guards needed constant overseeing because they were virtually unable to face danger, and then
there were the varied and oft-alarming problems of the city people.
And since none of those troublesome things were enough,
he had to endure this torture at every turn of a corner. And Hyrule Castle had a lot of corners.
It was probably because he’d once or twice ―or
mayhap more― ‘explored the castle corners’ with Princess Zelda that he now had to endure this terrible result
of their dallying.
He stumbled backwards with a muffled ‘oomph’,
winded by what felt like a bullet of bone and nerve to the stomach. He hardly had the time to recover his breath that he was
falling against something much softer. And giggles.
Oh, yes. The giggles.
“Are you quite alright, dear?”
Looking up into Princess Zelda’s benevolently
smiling face, the hero couldn’t help but smile.
“Darling, as much as it pains me to remind you
of this, I have important work to do.”
The monkey-like thing that was still clinging to the
front of his shirt looked up, a cloud of blonde curls and two sharp sparkling blue eyes.
“Mommy, we made a Daddy sandwich again!”
12)
Jealousy
Unfair (Words: 263)
“Don’t you think it’s unfair?”
She asked.
He looked up from his careful work, wondering what
she would complain about now. “What exactly is unfair, love?”
“It just seems unfair to favour one and not
the other.”
He snorted sharply through his nose. “I don’t
see how. I think, considering it’s my place to decide such things, I should be allowed to do as I damn please.”
She arched an eyebrow. “That’s rich, coming
from the one who usually lets himself be pushed around.”
He smirked, a little sheepishly. “Well, this
is my occasion to conquer my independence again.” And he set back to work.
She sighed. “Well, I still think it’s
unfair. Don’t you think the other will be jealous?”
Highly amused now, he echoed, “Jealous?”
She pursed her lips. “Well, yes.”
He chuckled. “I highly doubt that could ever
be the case. And anyhow―” It was hard to speak and work at the same time. “―it’s not like I’ve
forgotten it altogether. It’s just a matter of time.”
She sighed contentedly and leaned back with satisfaction.
“Ah, yes. Time.”
He hummed but added nothing else.
“But,” she started again, looking at him
from her vantage point, “isn’t it still considered a vote of preference to start with one rather than the other?”
Exasperated now, he looked up. “Darling, I really
don’t think your garters will be jealous of one another anytime soon, considering they are both going to be discarded
in the very near future. Now could you please refrain from comments that are quite this mathematical on our wedding night?”
13)
Luck
Cheater (Words: 217)
Nostrils flare, an accusing glare. “You cheated.”
“I think not.” A raised brow, a smug smirk.
Incomprehension, pursed lips. “No, you must
have. I never lose at this.”
“Well, clearly you do.” Casual leaning
back, patient indulgent smile.
A distant final tone, arms crossed. “You cheated.”
“I did not. See here, prove I cheated.”
Leaning forward, pointed look, inviting smirk.
Splutter. “Well, I can’t possibly.”
“Oh?” Polite inquiry.
Gentle clearing of throat. “It would be improper
to―”
“To come here and check if the penny is tampered
with?” Kind proposal.
Primly. “Well, you’ve done it before.”
“Perhaps, but you suggest I’d cheat at
heads or tails when we’re simply trying to decide if you should wear the red or black nightgown? I think you should
be afraid of a different kind of foul play.” Entertained chuckle.
Dry look. “Thank you for the warning. And the
red one is much too short. I refuse.”
“You would defy destiny and fate all at once?
The penny has spoken.” Raised brows, held-back smirk.
Haughty. “Oh, I definitely would.”
“Darling, consider that luck had abandoned sweet
little you for a very appreciative me.” Confidence, veiled anticipation.
Argumentative, disbelieving. “It can’t
be. You must have―”
Mind-blowing, lingering kiss.
Soothed, pouting. “Cheater.”
“My Lady Luck has spoken. Now put on the red
nightgown, sweetheart.”
14) Sunrise
No drabble
yet.
15) Revelation
No drabble yet.
16)
Technology
Crashing the Party (Words: 319)
It was official. Dark hated computers.
‘Wham!’ went the keyboard against the
desk. ‘Slam!’ went the tower against the floor. ‘Crash!’ went the screen as it was hurled across the
room. ‘Crack!’ went the mouse as it dented the wall. The sound of things breaking was music to his ears.
That would teach ‘em. Dark glared at his audience
as she raised an unimpressed brow.
Midna knew exactly how he’d react. She couldn’t
have been taken short. After all, she had shown him the page with the knowing smirk of someone who found something both entertaining
and improper.
“It. Will. Never. Happen.” He didn’t
know how else to drive his point home.
“Why not?” Her smile was all pointed teeth
and girlish amusement. “You seem to enjoy it in the picture.”
“It’s a― a―” He spluttered,
so great was his indignation. “A blasphemy!”
Midna giggled and trailed a finger down the side of
his face. “Poor little shadow. All riled up because of a virtual picture.”
“I would never―” The image swam
before his eyes. He made a choked sound in his throat. “Eughrl.”
She laughed. “Oh, Dark, I was getting hopeful
you’d include me in your little games.”
He glared at her so evilly a lesser woman would have
recoiled. “It’s a fabrication. I would never.”
She smacked her lips together then draped herself
against him. “Pity. I would definitely have liked to include Link in our special moments. He’s a sight for sore
eyes.”
Possessively, the shadow glared and gripped the Twili
by her supple waist, growling, “You’re mine, and I don’t like sharing.”
She giggled and teased, “Well, if you ever feel
the need to run off and enjoy some alone time with him, make sure to call me.” She left a peck on the tip of his nose
and walked away as he simmered with pure anger.
“… I don’t want to sleep with
Link!”
17) Flowers
No drabble yet.
18) Letters
Alphabet (Words: 277)
Adventurous. A woman could live her whole life without finding the perfect man.
Brave. But, thankfully, she was not part of the unlucky few.
Curious. Crazy, she thought. It was crazy how she wanted him.
Dedicated. Desire and affection melted together and made her ache for him.
Educated. Even when she thought her mind busy, it echoed with the sound of his laugh.
Friendly. For years, she’d thought it was a hopeless venture.
Good. Gods knew how long she’d hidden it to little avail.
Handsome. How often she’d come close to admitting it.
Inventive. It was a secret to no one how much she loved him.
Jovial. Just as she’d resolved never to speak the truth, she saw him.
Kind. Kissing him had been pleasant, but no nearly as pleasant as being kissed back
Light-hearted. Link surely had to know what he did to her.
Musical. Maybe he’d been playing with her all along.
Natural. Naively, she’d assumed her feelings were not reciprocated.
Optimistic. Or maybe he’d simply been unaware.
Patient. Perhaps, yes, that made more sense.
Quick. Questions had been swift in coming.
Reliable. Rounding up his answers in one sentence, he’d declared his affections.
Strong. Surely you can imagine what followed.
Thoughtful. To this day, the maids dare not speak of it without blushing.
Unique. Unless it is, of course, to praise the hero’s bare features.
Valiant. Very soon, the whole kingdom was celebrating their engagement.
Wilful. With bright smiles, they’d taken their vows.
Xenophile. Xs had been drawn in lieu of kisses ―there were too many to count.
Yearning. You can see how such a story can be easily summarized:
Zealous. Zelda loved Link.
19) Peace/Quiet Time
No drabble yet.
20) Stress
No drabble yet.
21) School
Untitled,
by Lyxie (Words: 363)
It was late enough at night that there was almost
nobody else in the library, which was saying something, as it was finals. Zelda was exhausted; she’d been studying for
hours and hours, and still had a ton of work to do before the next day. With a sigh, she shut her ‘Intermediate Ancient
Hylian’ textbook and pulled out her ‘Science of Magic’ book, trying dully to make herself eager to learn.
Normally, Science of Magic was very interesting, but she was just so tired…
Thank god her long-time best friend Link
had stopped by the gas station and bought her a few energy drinks, as well as made her a sandwich for her late-night academic
extravaganza. She and Link were close; Zelda had loved him ever since she was little, but hadn’t ever wanted to make
a move on it. He’d always had girlfriends, at least up until they’d come to University together… he broke
up with his longtime girlfriend, Midna, about a month before he and Zelda had entered Holy Trinity University together. They
were even on the same hall, thank the Goddesses. Link had made Zelda’s transition to school so much better, and had
taken care of her when she needed it. Times like now, when she pushed herself too hard.
Zelda realized she’d been
staring at her Science of Magic book and sighed, opening it up. She turned to the page she needed, and frowned. There was
an envelope tucked into the crease of the book with her name on the front. Curious, she opened it.
“Zelda,”
it read,
“Best of luck on your exam. I know you’re going to do really well! Keep your chin up, finals are almost
through.
“Link,” it was signed. She smiled, then looked down at the postscript, which had been scrawled like
an afterthought.
“P.S. I love you!”
Zelda beamed and clutched the note tightly to her chest, even crying
a delirious tear or two of happiness. Feeling better than she had all night, she turned her attention to her textbook, clinging
tightly to Link’s letter the whole time.
“Magic and Science are surprisingly close in nature,” the book
began….
22) Trust
No drabble yet.
23) Freedom
No drabble yet.
24) Rain/Storms
Untitled, by Lyxie (Words:
899)
It was storming harder than she’d ever seen
in her life. Rain poured down from the sky, wind ripped at the standards on the battements… and even had it not seemed
like the fury of the Goddesses was tearing through Hyrule, she wouldn’t have been been expecting visitors.
Sure,
she’d been hoping- what Princess exiled to a tiny room high up in a molding and dilapidated (not to mention cold) tower
wouldn’t want company? But the guards were thorough and came by to search or check her room once an hour, and the patrol
outside was nearly impossible for anyone to slip past. True enough that Midna had managed it a few times, and even that wolf-man
had as well… what was his name, anyway? But the fact of the matter was, nobody had any need to visit the Princess of
a dead kingdom. So she wasn’t expecting company.
The rain beat a tandem to her thoughts of loneliness and solitude.
She’d dreamt often of the wolf-man, of course; from his eyes alone she could see that he was handsome, that he had the
heart and soul of a hero, and for that alone she’d begun to love him a little, though she didn’t even know him.
She dreamt of him. He took on a million faces, a million voices, a million backgrounds and a million personalities, but always,
it was him. The wolf-man. Night after night he came to her; man, wolf, spirit, hero, ghost. Sad that she loved him so, and
didn’t even know his face, or his name.
The door opened as a vicious burst of thunder split across the sky, briefly
lighting the room. Zelda turned from where she’d sat in the shadows, contemplating her sad infatuation. She turned,
and her breath caught- it was the wolf-man, and on his back….
Midna was pale. Vulnerable. Sick. She slid to the floor.
The storm worsened. The wolf-man was looking around; Zelda hurried over and touched Midna gently on the shoulder. He looked
up at her in surprise, and Midna groaned. She gave the princess her hand, groaning, asking her how to break the curse on the
wolf-man, telling her that he was the one who would save Zelda’s world. The Princess of Hyrule looked up at him- she
had surmised as much.
“Princess…Please… You must help Link.”
So that was his name? Ah, yes,
she should have surmised… he shared a name with the Hero of Legend.
She looked up at him and pushed her fluttering
thoughts from her mind, searching for the curse that bound the wolf-man… Link. Ah, there it was…
“What
binds him is a different magic than what transformed him when he first passed the curtain of twilight. It is an evil power,”
Zelda told Midna gently. She then looked up at Link.
“Our world is one of balance,” she told him. “Just
as there is light to drive away darkness, so, too, is there benevolence to banish evil.” She looked him in the eyes..
Those beautiful, proud eyes, and told him to go to the Faron Woods, to seek out the Master Sword.
“Link… you
can get to the woods on your own, right?”
Midna was dying; it was easy enough to see. She was one of the few hopes
for Hyrule, though… Zelda would not let her die. “Princess… I have one last request…” she managed.
“Can you tell him where to find the Mirror of Twilight?”
She gasped and the storm raged even harder. Mirror
of Twilight? But how would Midna know about it? Unless….
“Midna… I believe I understand now just who
and what you are…” she looked down, biting her lip. “Despite your mortal injuries, you act in our stead…”
She
was the true Twilight Princess- there could be no other possible explanation. The ruler who had been usurped by Zant in his
power-crazed quest… and now, she was trying to right all that she had wronged when she fell from her throne…
Zelda
would not let her die. The world needed her. Zelda would take her place, if need be.
“These dark times are the result
of our deeds, yet it is you who have reaped the penalty.” Link was looking at her oddly now, too. Zelda willed her eyes
not to go to him. The rain died down a bit as she decided what she would do.
“Accept this now, Midna. I pass it to
you…”
She summoned her life force, bit by bit, and let it flow from her hands into Midna. The imp began to
struggle, a look of horror upon her face as she realized what was going on…
Now, I will see this Link’s face,
at last, and I have aided my country in the struggle for independence, she thought to herself, smiling up at Midna even as
she yelled for Link.
And then she was gone, and her body was gone, and she was Midna, deep within, sleeping in her heart,
letting her love for the hero pour forth into the imp. Outside, the storm had ended.
“We go back, Link! Back to Faron
Woods!” came Midna’s voice from far away, and, deep within Midna, Zelda smiled again.
She would see her country
saved. She would see the hero at work. And, at last, she would see the wolf-man’s face.
25) Reincarnation
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26) Corruption or Greed
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27) Time/Becoming Older
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28) Death
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29) Music
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30)
Pictures
Untitled, by Lyxie (Words:
417)
The house
was lined with photos, each overflowing with memories. There, on the mantle: Zelda and Link at their high school prom. Zelda
had worn a soft green dress (because green was Link’s favorite color, after all) and he had worn a tuxedo with a green
vest. Her corsage and his boutonniere had had white roses, and she’d worn roses in her coif.
Next to that was their
high school graduation; they were hugging each other and holding their diplomas proudly. Link had lost his cap. Beside that
photo was a picture of the night Link had proposed to her, over spring break of their senior year when they’d gone on
that lovely ski trip in the Peak province. Beside the engagement photo was their college graduation.
There were a few random
photos: the two on vacation, at Anju and Kafei’s wedding, at Malon and Sheik’s wedding, then, finally, of their
own. Zelda was resplendent and fairly glowing in her long, white dress; Link was smiling as though it were the happiest day
of his life.
There were pictures of them moving into their house, aided by Sheik, Malon, Anju, and Kafei, and Link’s
cousin Colin and his uncle Rusl and his sister Aryll, and then there were pictures of this most recent New Years, which they’d
celebrated in Castelle. The picture had been snapped just as the clock reached zero, and Link and Zelda were entwined in each
other’s arms.
The photo next to that was of Link and Zelda both beaming broadly; Zelda had her hands on her growing
stomach. Beside that was a picture of Zelda and the new baby at the hospital- a ruddy-cheeked, fair-haired girl they’d
named Midna, after Zelda’s close cousin, who had just recently married the Prince of Twili. The most recent picture
on the mantle was of the happy young family- Zelda had her arms wrapped around Link, and in Link’s arms was their daughter.
It had been taken only a week ago by Rusl and his wife, Uli, and they’d had it developed and framed immediately.
Zelda
studied these pictures with a smile. It was late; the baby was asleep now, and the stars were out. Link came up behind her,
wrapping his arms around her middle.
“What are you thinking of?” He asked her gently, voice low and loving.
“How
lucky I am,” she responded with a smile, and turned in Link’s arms to embrace her husband, the man she loved more
than life itself.
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