The Ocarina of Time Novelization
Chapter VII: Ceremony of the Dead
By Habuki ()
Copyright: I do not own Zelda, Nintendo does. Story by Habuki productions.
"How in the world are we supposed to go back?" He whispered in that tiny tone of curiosity and fear, his eyes were widening a little more than usual, the symbol of yellow was beaming down in his eyes. For the past week and a half they had been treating down at that weird fishing hole, just taking a rest and it was on the tenth day that they both knew they were ready to go on. Packing up and ready to go, the only problem with the boy's intuition was that over the past few days, he vaguely remembered some of their conversations (he remembered the romantic ones!) Navi had refreshed his memory and Epona was used to travel the distances, still a wonder as how fast it would be with no warp songs, he had so gotten used to them over time. Where, had been the point and that little village where Impa claimed to be from was the place where they needed to go, besides being near Impa could be useful?
The Great Shiekah was one of the strongest in the world, probably able to take down Shiek, since she had to have a good fifty years over him (he not sure how they aged, but she did look good for her age.) Besides that, he could be useful in the village, learn about the whereabouts of the Princess and even might be able to track down the Triforce of Courage. What a delight to have another person on his side, Navi was good and everything, just someone with a sword would be nice, he always worried that this fighting would eventually get the better of his fairie. With an ally that he didn't care for, there were no worries if the person got killed, just to claim the force before it got away, either in his fairie or himself. If the bearer was on his side, of the piece itself, then that would be a lot more power along with some cool moves to use against the enemies, especially the slime that waited a top the old castle.
Not to mention that she was an excellent fighter and maybe able to teach them quite a few moves, there was another ulterior motive in the boy. Finding up some information about the land would cause him to be more knowledgeable about this place of a country he so worried about. Everything was so weird around him (some of it the girl knew the answer too, and others she didn't) that is what made him the most angry, that they were clueless. It was such a weak feeling--this stupidity--and with this new intelligence with the Shiekah Queen, or whatever she was, then he would be much stronger than before. Along with all those fighting powers that he was enabled in his sleep, that old man could have at least put some intelligence inside of his mind--not that he was a dumb blonde or anything.
Link was by no means an idiot, he just knew that his education was excelled in the arts by the girl named Saria, that he knew the basic stuff, just nothing about Hyrule. Utterly stumped was what he was in this situation, there was no better way to describe it and with those arms crossed around his chest, the breath came out. Sure, he knew the Kokiirish legends and even the parts that talked about the 'tall people' that were meant to take the children and eat them up. How ironic that he was now one of the monsters, had ventured in, and not even stolen one of the kids, disproving the myth to this Kokiiri. As he was standing there, the voice of his own love spoke up and enabled him to hear her voice of confidence, even if she wasn't right, it was good to have encouragement.
"I don't know, just stick it in the slot." The seven inches whispered from behind him, staring down at the hole, that was where they had come out of and now going back seemed the stupidest idea ever.
Give me strength, Faeroe, Din, and Naryu. But most of all give me the power to do this, for her. Maybe his faith had been enabled in the Goddesses, he was by no mean a religious nut, just he realized that for the first time they were out there, watching him and actually wanting to succeed.
Nodding, he was about to when the memory of what happened before was calming through his mind, it seemed like a long time ago, even if it had just been a few days. When a person dwells on something long enough, hidden meanings were relished in the text, or that's what the old Shinobi legends claimed. If it was true, he'd give it a simple try, there was no harm in performing the art, even if it was hopeless, he could place what had happened earlier, now it was time to look in-between what she had said. Remembering what had come about might refresh his memory and enable him to see what would happen when this was all over, that would be for the best. Best to start at the beginning, before all this came about and then realize that he had to go back--back to the time when the times were peaceful and claim some sort of anomaly in the past.
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"A remembrance of the past." For the past five days they had ventured back towards the village of the past, that one that held such harmful memories, no one wanted to venture in. No one would classify the hero and guardian, since it was populated with Faeroe-only-knew how many people, each one in the happiness of this place. Sure, to them this place was a refuge where you could go from shelter when the rest of the land turned you away--the last stronghold of Hyrule. For some reason (only the two would tell you, and as the fairie spoke the words it was apparent of the fear) this habitat just brought back bad memories. It was apparent the newest way would be through the old village of the Shiekah, it was just that neither of them were ready to go inside of there.
An everlasting night had been relinquished for the past few days, it intriguing them at how the sun was not willing to rise over these conditions anymore. Would it last forever? That seemed a funny thought, that the land would remain like the night sky where crops would start forming, the herbivores would die, then the carnivores and finally all the races of the land would rot away. Or was it just the magic that the evil King was pushing on the world, not dying until Death came knocking at his door and was let in with the clean stroke of this Hero. Another possibility held that the land was tired of fighting, sickened of waiting for the Hero of Time to claim the land from its darkness and eventually gave in. No one was even attempting to guess that the last possibility, because there wasn't another, there was no way that natural events would turn the time on this, for it never said in legends.
Rot away, like all of us will become eventually; immortality isn't forever, not at all. Hushed in a tone, the boy was only about ten feet away from the stair-way that led up to the dreadfully beautiful village, only he and his fairie in tow. Having sent Epona away when they passed the land of Lon Lon, they did not want anything coming after her at night, the Poes would eventually cause her a heart attack. Not even giving a visit to the beautiful Malon, all he did was put the horse into one of the stalls, tie it shut and leave the broken-hearted mare alone (he knew she wanted to go, it was just no one else needed to see him cry.) Sobbing was not something that pusses did, nor was it for a person with no masculinity, the truth was that a person that could cry was very strong, he just only wanting one person to see his watery liquids. Almost feeling the courage of sending his fairie away, he knew the possibility of that were zero to none, there was no way he'd let her go--not after what had happened almost two weeks ago.
"Are we going in?" She muttered in a hushed tone, it was neither known what time it was, but from the look ahead with their great distance, the lights were off and the gates were shut for the night (or forever, depended on what the people were thinking.) Keeping that beautiful voice in such a charming manner, she was alerted and gasped a little, spinning around when the sob broke out from his direction.
He couldn't handle it, the pain was just too great, the sign had triggered it and sent bellows faltering in his stomach, feeling like he was dying. Grabbing his gut for support, those eyes dreaded away from the banner and sunk to the ground, hearing the voice of Navi, although it was far away, everything felt like it was running away. Tears had come before those sobs, streaming down his cheeks and flashing out like a flood when his baby cries were sent out in what could only be called a tantrum. The only thing he could do was go up in the defensive position, not of a fighter, but of a wimp, so falling down to his knees was the best solution. Best solution to the situation would have been to suck it up and tighten up, to act more like a hero, although no one knew the definition of the term heroism, he was the last one left.
All she could do was stare forward in pity; no way to do anything, since the last few minutes of screaming had sent her voice into hoarseness. She had overdone it, knowing before the energy ran out that he couldn't understand a sort of dream-like stage had taken over his body, almost like he was possessed. This evil spirit was not going to kill him (at least not yet) a simple death would be too good, it wanted to make him suffer for the crimes that were unknown to both she and him. Yes, there was no way to talk now, the girl staring up towards the picture and feeling the same twinge of pain, though not as great as the hero's. A banner was placed above the town gates, hanging and protruding the dreadful words that neither of them wanted to bear the same text on the gravestone that she had seen him forward and it said this.
To Kaci Bosiou. R.I.P.
Born September 18th, 500 B.G.- Died September 21st, 7 A.G.
To the beloved angel in the window;
Whose life was wrested away as a bird flies.
No one can blame the shallowness sinful;
Of how the evil took over and goodness dies.
Also displayed for the torture of them both was the apology of her death, but the worst of all had to be what was inscribed below in the other section? It was clearly seen and most people would have been able to make it out with their pathetic Hylian eyes, the enhanced one of Link's was good enough. Even without seeing it, she knew he had glanced at it and realized in the fear of what had came to pass, this was just too cruel for even those people to muster up. How they got the names was beyond Navi, for inscribed below was the text of 'murders' that was not even the worst part of the situation, the worrisome had to be the names there. Navi breathed out a sigh of breath, holding back the tears, but eventually they came too, she hugging the boy for support and showing that she was hear, those words burned onto the banner were burnt into both of their minds, it tested this.
Murders of the Royal Family Research Heritage Kaci: The Hero of Time and his Guardian, by the power invested in Ganondorf, a warrant has been issued for their arrest, a reward of $500,000 rubies has been issued for the arrest and/or capture of the two. Wanted Dead of Alive for crimes of murder, theft, assault, and the despoliation of stolen property, a picture below is of the duo. Boy is described as medium height, long blonde hair, dressed in a green tunic with a white under suit, and dressed in boots. Also carries around a shield, sword and a lot of other armour hidden in his pack. Partner is resulted as a forest fairie that is larger than normal, able to wield energy attacks. Considered armed and dangerous, the two use the powers of Ki energy, and not to mention can fight in the martial arts, magical, and swordplay. Extreme caution must be issued when trying to take over the Hero of Time, a liar of deceit, he is trying to overthrow the Hylian Nation and claim it for his own, dealing with him should be strike to kill.
There was no one around him anymore, the picture of her had done it and that was all there was too it, how could those simple idiots be so cruel! He never saw it coming, never dreamed that they would do something like this, but how could they when they didn't know the relationship between the three of them. That was a very good decision and when he felt that she was not there, he felt like he was back in the space before, shivering at the thoughts of it and disappearing was what he felt. Being dead was bad, but being forgotten was even worse, you existed and at the same time you didn't, feeling everything would come crashing down until that hand rested on his shoulder. Warmth was beginning to enlighten around his body, feeling the darkness of space was disappearing out of sight, it was leaving.
Drifting with some worry that it would return, a few minutes and the power that had been given to him was coming back, he sighing and loving the warmth--it was familiar. So, that settled it and when five of those sixty seconds had passed, he knew in his mind the evil (or whatever it was) had left for the time being. Maybe not forever or it could just disappear for the rest of his life, he didn't know and right now it wasn't a problem, the only solution was to figure out the source. Eyes had been shut for the remaining time through the ordeal; probably a test to see what would happen and those evil girls choosing him, it was to see how he handled the powers. Dealt with a passing, those lids slid open and the world returned in a flash, the one holding him was not holding, but had her lips against his own, kissing.
Her eyes had been focused and while he had been crying was when their lips had met for the most part, each of them were staring into eyes of passion. Everything was coming in the way and at the same time, nothing was going to interfere, if they did, then the penalty had to be the condescended death. There was no point in moving--why would they go around or do anything like that, the world had stopped and it felt like time was in their hands. Nothing could end this beautiful moment, the world could end and still the moment would last on, but alas, it could not continue because they needed to get on. Arms were wrapped around each other in a tighter manner, knowing the point had to stop in one manner or another, this just had to be sooner than the later, as much as it hurt.