Upon randomly searching Google for funny pictures to send to my friend Hannah, I found an interesting prompt that I decided would make a perfect topic to address on my blog. When I saw the idea of writing about a ficitonal character as a best friend, and being the nerd I am, I immediately thought of Link from my favorite video game, The Legend of Zelda. And like I usally do when I get excited about my favorite characters, I began to write. This is the resulting product.
I’m in a thickly wooded area, with rays of light erupting from the sky and cascading themselves through the ancient trees. I adjust my frayed pink tunic and ungracefully yank back midlength brown hair, tucking it securely behind my pointed ears. I am nervous. How could I not be? I am looking for Link, the boy who was dubbed by the gods “the Hero of Time.” More like the Hottie of Time, if we’re being honest. But of course, I was just searching for him in hopes of a quick chat before I went away to the lake. And such a chat session would certainly not be about my feelings in regards to his beautiful, pointed face.
The little red and blue birds twitter secrets above my head from their perches on the spindly branches. I use my expertise to navigate past mushrooms that are almost as tall as I am. I giggle at the man-eating flowers, called Deku Babas. They can’t get a nibble of me when they are constricted by their own roots. It is dangerous to go this route alone, but I know my way. I dash past the waterfall and narrowly avoid a tragic death by Bokoblin. Ducking and grappling in the appropriate places, I finally arrive at my destination; the clearing of the Lost Woods. And contrary to what the name suggests, I know exactly where I had let my feet carry me.
I clutch a vine for support as I peer into the open space just below the Great Deku Tree. The grand patch of earth under the leafy canopy was the backdrop to a brawl unfurling between a boy in his traditional green garb of the Hero, and a hideous beast wielding a sword.
It was here that I saw Link in his usual stance; knees slightly bent, shield grasped in his left hand with his right hand offering out the tip of his blade. I’d seen him fight a thousand times before. Of course, this Hylian had been trained for general combat, amongst swordsmen. Never had he dreamed that he would be ridding Hylia of grotesque beasts who housed a thirst for blood. He had learned all these skills from swinging violently at his trainer, Rusl.
It was only another moment of me waiting by before Link defeats the creature. I make sure that I have a definitive sign the Moblin is dead before I slide down my vine; try as I might, I am not as brave and tomboyish as I make myself out to be. Still, I’ll never compare to her. The girl Link is always on about.
Link is hunched over with his weight leaning on the tips of his brown boots. He splashes his face in the aquamarine water
“Jill!” Exclaims Link, a combustion of concern and surprise clouding his elven face. He gives me a forceful hug with his humongous arms and I slightly lose my wits. I gain them back in time to shake off my lovesick eyes and take in my rowdy and careless outward appearance I adopt around Link.
“What are you doing here? You could have gotten yourself killed!” Link hisses at me. My best friend got on my nerves the way most best friends do.
I cross my arms as a barricade over my chest. “But I didn’t,” I chide at him with a smug expression.
“Listen. Your mother would have my head if she knew you come out here. You know you can’t just wander in here with a bow and quiver alone,” he tells me sternly as he pulls away, a death grip on my upper arms.
If a boy can’t be interested in you enough to pursue you, he is simply annoying enough to play the older, overprotective brother. Link should know by now that scolding does no good. Besides, I know these grounds just as well, if not better, than he does. Still, I anxiously shift my quiver on my back.
“I only came to see you,” I respond with a pout, hitting his arm lightly, causing the chainmail beneath to quake. “And anyway. Don’t you want this? Delivery straight from Castletown.” I reluctantly pull out a parcel he had been expecting for quite a bit of time and extend it toward his eyes as they gradually filled with more excitement. What can I say? This is from the palace, and though I don’t want to hand over a present from the girl he’s after (at least not without addressing it from me instead) it could be something else. Like an invitation to a party that he’d need a date to. I feel mixed emotions as he destroys the brown packaging and royal seal enclosing the square object inside.