The Legend Of Zelda Fan Fiction ❯ The Entertainers ❯ Mystery Solved ( Chapter 1 )

The Entertainers

 

Ch. 1: Mystery Solved

 

 

 

 

It was 9 years since Link left Hyrule and saved Termina. Hyrule was at peace, and many monsters were being wiped out, but there were three problems. Link was missing, delinquency was on a very high rise, and the Lon Lon Ranch had burned down years ago. Everyone died in that fire from 5 years ago, the one started by a boy who was spurned by Malon.

 

They only found Ingo's and Talon's body, they assumed Malon was nothing but ashes. Many wept, for they knew these fine workers, and the beautiful farm girl who could never hate a soul. One report, Zelda desperately held onto, was that someone had seen a young man on a horse with someone pulled over the back of the horse. But days went by, then months, then years. The chances of Link and Malon being alive or returning became very slim.

 

The castle was subject to many types of graffiti and many times was painted over or cleaned. The story starts at the banquet where Zelda had ascended to queen. The banquet was filled with nobles and other royalties. Many rich and powerful people, yet Zelda hardly gave any of them another look. Many young men also came to try to win Zelda's heart. But that was the last thing on her mind. If she had done a better job of ruling the people, listening to them when they complained about the kids and teenager…Malon might have…

 

The entertainment was half assigned, letting her subjects do all the work; only one act that was said to be very good was assigned. When the entertainment came out, she wasn't even looking or acknowledging it, she looked away and thought, that is until she heard the music. An ocarina was heard, one of the purest sound…the ocarina of time. She saw the man playing it, he was blonde, and his eyes were closed. He had muscle, lean and aerodynamic muscle. The golden blonde hair fell down to his shoulders, and even though he was sitting, Zelda was pretty sure that he was at least six feet tall.

 

His gray tunic didn't make him stick out, kind of drawing him into the crowd. He had an angular face, and long ears like most Hylians. Then she took a good hard look and sighed, it was a fake ocarina of time, with chipping paint leading into a dull brown. It wasn't the ocarina of time.

 

Then a woman stepped out and began to dance slowly, lightly to the light tune from the ocarina. Her fiery red hair swayed as her curvy hips did and her long, porcelain skinned arm. Her eyes were an azure blue that reminded Zelda of the beautiful pools of water from the Zora's domain. The woman definitely had a womanly figure, hips and curves and breasts, firm and tight skin, flexible and toned from being a dancer, but something about that smiled reminded Zelda of the farm girl who would deliver the castle's milk. Her clothes were thin and her toned stomach showed, her breasts were accentuated by a low cut in the neckline of the shirt, and her hips were emphasized by the tights that were attached to her legs. With her hair flowing down to her hips, she was a figure of beauty.

 

“Let us tell you of a story gone by, the story of a hero you all will not remember.” The woman half sang, half spoke to the crowds, her voice ringing like angels as the sound of the ocarina toned down to a gentle, passive hum. “The story of the Hero Of Time.” That tore it for Zelda.

 

“Malon!” she shouted over the music and the man performing on the ocarina blew a sour note at the surprise. Everyone looked at the new queen. “Link…” she muttered out the last part.

 

“Zoë, Is she talking to us?” The man asked, his eyes had focused and un-focused nervously, as it always had when he tried to force a lie. Zelda could always see through his lies.

 

“I don' think so Tahd.” Malon changing her accent so as to draw off attention, as many of the people here knew who Malon was. “I don' know any Malon.” She had elongated the `o' so it came out `Maloon'.

 

“Party is over, I am sorry but an emergency has came up, you all need to evacuate.” One guard said, sweat dripped of his nose, and his eyes were wide.

 

The guests then had started murmuring amongst each other and the entertainers tried to slip out in the confusion, and they had gotten away out a balcony to find something approaching. A red light in the distance of a black night, lights and torches could also be seen, that is, until the red dot flashed green and something was destroyed.

 

“Sweetheart, I asked you to bring one of the lens' of truths right?” The man asked.

 

“Of course Link.” The girl handed the man a purple magnifying glass with a red center.

 

“Oh no…” Link's face paled. “Its Gohma, revived.” He breathed, the girl behind him wasn't around for the first Gohma, but she heard the tales. “Its big and its heading for the inn! We have to go now!” He jumped over the ledge and so did the woman, landing on a red mare's back, which hardly seemed affected by the sudden weight. They galloped off into the town, finding it filled with panicking people and the giant queen Gohma.

 

“Link! Link!” it called with a grotesque, slobbery voice, searching for the one who had defeated her in the first place.

 

Link had steered off to go to the inn so he and the woman could grab their stuff and squash this bug. Whilst they had climbed the stairs people stopped screaming and the stomping had halted. There Link saw it, the eye had looked through a window and saw him. “Link! So good to see you again!” it seemed to smile at him, the singular eye glowing a dark red in an attack.

 

Link had pulled the woman beside him down the hall faster and turning into an open door of their room. Link pulled an insanely long sword from a sheath; the Great Fairy's sword finally fit him right. The woman had a sword that had gold portions on it that gleamed in the small amount of light. Both of them had equipped themselves with shields that were as reflective as mirrors and as strong as a Goron's stomach.

 

“Lets go Malon, we have a bug to exterminate.” Link had said, as he grinned at her, picking up his bow and arrows and handing Malon her set.

 

The two didn't have to move from the room as a hook-like insect arm had smashed through the walls and tried to grapple Link into its clutches. Link countered, with a slash at the exoskeleton on the insect with his long sword, he smiled when he saw it bleed out from the cut digging deep. Malon was right there, bending her back far behind her to use the slingshot affect, she hacked her sword down and in one chop, hacked off the 3 foot wide insect hook.

 

“GAH! You and your tramp will pay for that!” it screamed in its gross voice and it rammed the building with its body, running through it after Link and Malon had escaped by jumping out the window to land in a roll, each holding a travel sack on their backs.

 

They dropped them and drew their bows, waiting for the right moment to strike. Gohma's eye became red as was ready to blast them away with a beam blast. Malon struck right into the center, but the tiny arrow hardly affected it. Gohma winced but kept charging. Link smiled and shot his bolt. Smacking into the other arrow with such force that Link heard it splinter and shove the arrow deeper into the giant eye.

 

The insect fell to the ground, stunned from the pain. Link and Malon both charged in, madly slashing and hacking with their swords. The insect was close to dead by the time it got back up, staggering and swaying every which way. Link's purple long blade hacked one of the insect's legs, and Malon did the same, using her slingshot technique, twisting her tendons to add force to he blow, hacking the `foot' of the leg right off in one clean chop.

 

Link took one hack also, his sword powerful and sharper than ever, cutting clean through the bone and flesh. “This isn't going to take very long sweetheart. We can probably ride out of her soon enough and have the night all to ourselves.” Link smirked, glancing at his dancing 21-year-old wife. She was so graceful and fast, her sword whipping out and striking with power and speed unheard of in a woman since his beloved.

 

“I'd love that, but lets focus on killing this thing first!” she charged some of the magic power she had been granted when Link had introduced her to the Great Fairy, to light a fire arrow, which hit Gohma's underside, the tiny hairs on the skin lighting on fire from the arrow. A magic bolt had hit the monstrous bug on the side, and it screamed in more pain.

 

Gohma screamed out in pain and got smaller, its size shrinking down to when Link first had fought it, and down to even smaller, until Link had crushed it under foot with his thick boots.

 

The two sat down beside each other, the wreckage died down, as soon as a duet was sung and played by these two, for the song of storms. The rain fell in sheets, pelting anything and everything. Fires died down, and passions adrenaline overcame Malon. She attacked Link, tackling him to the ground, planting kisses on his face and lips. Even if she did just as much, or even more than he did in any fight, she would always burst out in some emotion; joy, happiness, lust, sadness, and worry. All of these came up; she couldn't bear to lose him, no matter what. She already lost her father, Ingo, the ranch, she almost lost her life, but Link and Epona were all she had left.

 

She and Link had yet to be together for a night, even if she became lustful, she would stop. Link was uncomfortable most of the time with anything sexual and would take things slow, testing the waters thoroughly, but Malon could feel their time would be soon. He had become braver and slightly rougher with her, as he felt comfortable, he relaxed, but now was not lust she kissed him, it was joy, joy that her last anchor to reality was alive.

 

Malon held onto him in the rain, gripping him tightly, all of his muscles rippling from the sensation of her firm and young body against his hard and young body. Link could feel every part of Malon's body against his, the contours of her stomach and thighs, the swell and soft firmness of her breasts and hips. He loved her, he really did, but he might do something they might regret if she continued to rub against him like she was, unintentionally.

 

“Um Malon, lets go, we should leave Hyrule for a while, now that Zelda knows who we are.”

 

“How much money do we have saved up?” she asked, wiping her eye from a tear that had fallen earlier.

 

“We have almost twenty thousand rupees.” Link gave a quick figure of the top of his head.

 

“How much was that little hut on great bay in Termina again?” Malon asked, now daydreaming of living her life on the beach, in skimpy clothes, something to give her even a little more color to her. Also to get more attention from a certain blonde haired individual.

 

“It costs about twenty thousand rupees.” He stood up, holding a hand down to her to take, which she did.

 

“How long until we break the twenty thousand mark? In your opinion.” She picked up one of the travel packs, and heard the travel funds jingle from inside the pack. They had five hundred rupees saved for eating and sleeping accommodations, and near twenty thousand rupees set aside for a house for the both of them, since Malon could hardly sleep without knowing he was near her, and Link couldn't bare being away from her for very long either.

 

Termina had become peaceful, monsters began to diminish, and the great bay beach area was completely quarantined of monsters, being a major tourist spot. The Zoras trusted Link deeply, and they knew the secret of Mikua's death. Lulu had to accept his death, but she had never gone back to singing quite so well as before. Now onto the edge of sadness at any moment, she hurt, especially since Link did jobs for the Indigo-Go's from time to time, and they even offered him and Malon a home in the Zora's hall, but Malon would have difficulties living there, and Link would also without his Zora mask on constantly. So they just managed to give him a discount a decent home on the shore.

 

“If we had finished the gig for Zelda, that job paid enough to buy the house right away. But now it's unlikely we will get paid.” He sighed at the end of it, reminding himself that Malon really wanted that house. “I have an idea.” Link said low, hoping she didn't hear.

 

“What is that?” they were now trotting slowly on Epona out to the field and turning to Kakariko.

 

“Bounty hunting. In Kakariko there is an office where they have bounties on particularly tough monsters that still roam the fields, and on villains who prey on the weak.” Link explained, not wanting to do the fighting, but he would do it willingly if it got the money enough to make Malon happy with a house by the sea.

 

“Is it possible to get about…two thousand in one shot?”

 

“It is possible, but we would have to kill a really big one.”

 

“Would Gohma count?”

 

“I think she was too new to be on there.”

 

“I think I might be able to help.” Came a voice they both knew. Zelda stood behind them. “Here is what I owe you for performing.” She tossed link a fat sack that jingled and he could hardly lift. “It's the twenty-four thousand that was payment for the job.”

 

Malon's face lit up as she opened the top of the sack and looked at the colored gems that were the money system. “We have more than enough money now.”

 

“Why do you want to leave so badly?” Zelda asked. “Why didn't you let me know who you were?”

 

“I can't tell you. We can't tell you. But I am through being the hero, being the one who has to do right. I am getting a lifelong vacation starting now.”

 

“We need you now Link. I need you now.” She grabbed his arm as he had turned away on the horse.

 

“He's done.” Malon pried of Zelda's arm from Link's arm. “When he needed someone else, I was the only one there.” Link and Malon rode off and Zelda stood there watching them leave. After tonight, she probably would never see him again. “Some way to treat a hero.” She called back to Zelda.

 

The two tromped off, realizing it was dangerous to travel at night, but they didn't care. No, They would sleep light and then take the quickest route they could to get to their new home, and relax the days away on the sandy beaches and the warm sun. “Do you think we will really be able to spend the rest of our life relaxing?” Malon asked Link, contemplating his dreams of nothing more than relaxing, as a free man or a wanted man.

 

“I don't think so. But for a time we will relax. Also you know THEY will come looking.” Link answered with a sigh. They were nearing the village that housed the inn.

 

“Hey pops. You and the hag need to pay up to pass this bridge here.” Came a voice in front of them, a smaller voice, couldn't be any older than 14.

 

“What's the toll?” Link asked, bored, hoping against hope this didn't get ugly.

 

“Everything you got. Rupees, equipment, your horse, and even your whore on the horse.” The head said and other voices began to laugh alongside the head voice.

 

Link's eyes grew wide and then narrowed in anger. “Malon you stay here. I will take care of this.” Link hopped off the side of Epona, ready to face the challengers. He slipped on his golden gauntlets and readied himself in a position to fight.

 

“You going to fight us pops? You might break your back.” The head voice said, the boy was rather tall for his age, at about five and a half feet, with muscle and an unrefined mop of brown hair on his head. His features were otherwise too hidden in the darkness, but Link could tell the boy had a sword on him, and Link smiled. A boy with a dangerous toy was dangerous, but a boy who thought he was a man because he had a dangerous toy; it would be like fighting a deku scrub.

 

“I don't think you can win boy. You should turn back now, or I am going have to teach you a lesson your daddy should have taught you.” Link warned, gripping and un-gripping his fists.

 

“Right boys, I will take this one, myself.” The head stepped forward and Link heard the boy's sword unsheathed. And by the steady rhythm the boy held it, he killed before, but obviously not a skilled fighter. The boy's stance was too incomplete, too open.

 

“Are you going to stand there all day hoping mommy stops you, or are you going to charge?” Link taunted and by the growl from the boy, it worked.

 

The boy ran forward and slashed down; Link shielded himself with the back of his gauntlets. Just as he thought. The boy couldn't slash hard enough on his own to break his guard, and he hadn't discovered `the snap' technique Malon used to super charge her slashes. Link then grabbed the blade and punched the boy twice in the face, two quick jabs.

 

The boy tumbled back, the sword still in Link's hand, his nose was bleeding and his cheek would soon swell from the force of such a punch. But the boy still smiled. “LINK!” Malon shouted and Link turned quickly to see three boys pulling and tugging at Malon, Epona trying to shake the boys off uselessly.

 

“Malon…” Link breathed and drew his sword from his back, pointing at the young boy on the ground. “Release her, or your brain will have a few fresh gasps of air.” The blue-eyed man warned.

 

The boy looked at the amazingly sharp sword, pointed at his forehead. His own sword was still in Link's hand. “Guys, let her go.” The boy dropped his head to his chest and waved his hand. Link prodded Epona forward over the bridge. The boys stood around the leader of theirs as his head turned to the side in embarrassment.

 

“You know something boy?” Link said, holding the boy's sword out by the hilt. “This sword isn't worth the metal it's made out of.” With those words Link raised the sword and swung down, hard, towards a rock. The sword made a loud crashing sound, the metal shattering like glass under the weight of the blow. The rock itself held no marks or scratches from the hit. “See?” he tossed the broken blade's hilt like a dagger and it sunk into the ground at the leader's feet.

 

With that last motion, Link saddled up on Epona and rode smoothly to the inn of Kakariko village. The inn was a luxurious building, obviously taking the gang uprising to its advantages and sponsoring one or two of the pathetic gangs. With a red brick perimeter and a red roof, it was a rather pretty building, amongst the other ones which held graffiti and broken windows. “I am glad my father doesn't have to see Hyrule like this.” Malon muttered as they trotted their way to the inn.

 

They left Epona outside and went into the front desk where their was a man who was overly dressed with a fat face and beady black eyes stood. His hair was brown and short cut, and his smile was obviously forced. “How may I help you sir and lady?”

 

“We would like a room for the night.” Link said, not detoured by the man's flashy purple attire, unlike Malon was making fun of him in her head.

 

“One night stay? In what room would you like?”

 

“Your cheapest one.” Obviously not wanting to spend any more money than they have to.

 

“The cheapest one comes to about two thousand rupees.” The man said and Link was about ready to attack the man.

 

“Two thousand rupees?” Malon said in shock.

 

“Come on Malon, I might know a place where we can stay.” Link dragged her out of the inn before she pummeled the man. They may have been pretty close to a fortune in rupees, but Link still knew the value of a rupee.

 

They traveled across the town to where Impa used to live. Link knocked on the door and a red haired lady groggily answered momentarily. “You probably don't remember me…” the lady smiled.

 

“Of course I remember you. You caught my cuccos when you were a boy, and had raised a perfectly happy miniature cucco, and even helped my father out at Gerudo valley.” She remembered alright.

 

“Well we need a place to stay, just for the night, and it is too dangerous to sleep out in the open.” Link said, trailing off.

 

“Sure come on in, we only have one bed, but I am sure you two wont mind sharing.” In truth they didn't mind, in fact, they enjoyed it. Sure, some other activities have not yet come into play in the bed, but just the feeling of each other beside them, it made them feel so safe and comfortable.