(Zgen)The Hylian

Sorry I forgot to put that it's rated T. Mods please put that on for me. In fact, I'll post a huge clue here.

THIS IS RATED T

Okay, I was inspired to do my own fan fiction by Sekal, the writer of the Legend of Link: Fatal Game. So I did. It is about a normal Hylian who becomes a wanderer and a mercenary, and later has to fight alongside the soldiers of Hyrule.

Please post and give me praise, constructive criticism, stuff about it so far you liked, didn't like, etc. As soon as someone posts a comment I will add another chapter, and I'll keep going.

Here is the first chaper.

The Hylian

Chapter 1

The dark clouds descended upon the bleak wastelands of the west… great evil surrounded the warrior. Armies of roaring and taunting enemies with bright, shining eyes stood across the vast chasm before the warrior, hidden in shadows. Flashes of light interrupted the thick darkness, and thunder pounded the land with booms signaling eminent doom. The shining eyes of the dark army parted in the middle, as a pair of red, burning eyes moved forward. Fear infected the warrior’s soul, and as the lightning momentarily parted the veil of darkness once again, he saw the demon that haunted his nightmares. His name was Ganondorf.

Khalen awoke from his nightmare, crying, but not knowing why. He sat up in his bed, blanket covering his lower half. It was still dark. He turned and put his feet on the creaky wooden floor. Those eyes…

He put his face in his hands and tried to forget the dream, but the eyes still burned in his memory, a never ending inferno in his mind. He stood up and slowly walked to his sword, grasping its smooth leathery handle. He held it up, sheathed in a wooden scabbard, and closed his eyes. It calmed him, this sword. It bit into the flesh of many an evil creature, and it has been with him since before his first battle. He got it in his days as a child in his village.

Back then he was younger. A brown haired, brown eyed hylian living the village of Dridona, to the north of Lake Hylia. He was living happily and calmly. As a child he went often out to the lake, and boated on his canoe, catching fish with his brothers, or went playing various games on the banks with them. Back then he didn’t have to worry about war or about monsters. Back then there was no fear of such things.

But then things started to happen. Monsters started to appear, wars were beginning. Khalen went from being a hylian living life in Dridona to become a wanderer of the vast land of Hyrule.

The girl he loved in the village, Sheyla was her name, left. She went away to seek something that was missing from her heart. Riches, glory, love; he did not know what it was, but she never returned. It broke him. It caused him to be uncomfortable in his village. It made him want to leave, and never return. And so, he became a mercenary, taking his Dridonan sword and his hylian shield with him. He sought to do as he pleased, he sought money from people who would hire him to do their will, but most of all he sought his love. Throughout his fighting, he always kept her in the back of his mind, always remembering her. He lived alone, with no one to care for him, no one to care about him, no one to be his friend, no one who knew him anymore.

Then the real war broke out. The war between all good denizens of Hyrule and a great evil. Legend spoke of this great evil before. He was a demon, a great and immortal evil. He had tried to destroy Hyrule and all lands before, and he brought great abominations upon the earth when he did. He was Ganondorf. All legends spoke of his rise, and his ultimate defeat from a hero, a hero who appeared every time the great evil did. No one knew of this hero’s actual name, but the people did know that the first was known as the Hero of Time. This great hero wielded an evil destroying sword, made by the ancient sages, the servants of the creators of Hyrule, both god and goddess. The sword was known as the Master Sword, after the sages, called the Masters of Hyrule. With it, the Hero of Time sent Ganondorf to his own dark and evil realm, to be sealed there forever and do no more damage.

Somehow, he must have escaped. This great evil must have broken out of his eternal prison, because he was in Hyrule, destroying all that was good and all who were following the light. War was the only way to stop him, and after a Hyrule scout spotted armies of Ganondorf assembling in the Great Gerudo Desert, the King of Hyrule sent a call to all corners of the land to send soldiers to Hyrule castle so they could mount an offensive against these armies. The King commanded the roads to be closed and for the towns all across Hyrule to build defenses. All the lands became armed and ready for the armies of Ganondorf. But, because of the past small wars between provinces and other kingdoms, Hyrule was weakened.

Khalen was one of the warriors called to the Castle. It was here that he was part of something. He was no longer a wanderer. Instead, he was something better, and yet worse. He was part of the glorious fighters of Hyrule, but he was someone fighting for his life, through a hopeless tide of darkness.

So it was that his first real battle was for the life of himself and his kingdom.

This is the second chapter. All in one day! I've been writing like crazy all night, so yeah. Of course, no one has viewed this yet. But that's because it's mostly just barely put up.

Chapter 2

I can still remember that day… I can still remember every swing of my sword, every move of my body…

It was dark, and warm rain fell all around them, bathing the soldiers of Hyrule upon the wall with calm. But fear still pressed in around them, crushing them and suffocating them in its dark grasp. Khalen stood upon the rampart facing south, rain clattering on his hylian armor. He looked to his right, and to his left, scanning the soldiers along the wall, studying them quickly. He could see their fear, and their determination. Neither Gorons nor Zoras were present. Maybe they weren’t fast enough? As he looked out upon the dark field of Hyrule, he saw Ganon’s army of monstrosities. They were armed with clubs, axes, maces, war bars, scimitars, falchions, bows, picks, spears, and all other kinds of war weapons of bokoblin and moblin craft, and screaming thunderous war cries.
Khalen looked around for anything else noteworthy.

Strange… there are no siege weapons here…

Dark clouds hung above them, blotting out the light from the stars and most of the light from the moon, now a disc of blurred light in the clouds above. The eyes of the creatures shone in what light was left. Many of the moblins bore large wooden shields, and the ones with shields seemed to be among the other creatures in an orderly manner, yet still scattered about here and there. Khalen suspected that they were just out of bow range, as the archers on the wall were not given the command to shoot. One of the commanders spoke loudly but softly to them now. “Be ready. You are men of Hyrule; men of Courage. You fight for future. You fight for justice now. Do not forget your purpose here, but forget that which makes you fear, and remember that your enemies have come to threaten your family, your land, your life, and you will not tolerate such things. You will win and drive back this darkness. You fight for everything that you hold dear now.”

But Khalen had nothing to fight for. All that he thought he still cared for was gone.

Just then, before the ranks of the creatures, came a monster clad in heavy armor, bearing a shield and a large sword with a curved, flat tip, instead of the traditional piercing tip. He brought his sword high above his head, and shouted in a wretched voice something in a twisted, foul form of Hylian. The army rushed forward through the rain at the ending of his great bellow. Archers began to fire, but few of the creatures fell before the moblins throughout the army held their shields above their heads in the air. The size of the shields provided cover for most of the creatures in the group. The archers on the wall lost almost all of their effectiveness.

Evil magician-like creatures, known as wizzrobes, were the only ones that stayed, previously hidden behind the rest of the dark forces. They chanted as the archers and everyone on the wall were distracted with the bokoblins on the ground. Not that it would matter; the archers can’t reach them anyway.

Khalen knelt down, so he could only see just over the top of the gap between battlements on the wall. If there was an attack on the wall by magic, he didn’t want to be unprotected. As the wizzrobes chanted, a ball of magic began to form in the middle of them. The chanting stopped, and the ball of energy hung in the air. Then a loud noise emanated from the ball, and it shot at the gate.

Khalen gripped the wet, leathery hilt of his Dridonan sword with his right hand and pulled it out from the sheath belted to his left hip. He reached for his metal hylian shield on his back and gripped the handle, pulling it in front of him. He knew that the gate would be destroyed, so a fight on the ground was inevitable.

Khalen ran up near the opening where the shattered gate once stood. The commanders gave the call for the soldiers to fight on the ground. Soldiers on the ground and the walls all gathered near the gate, and began a charge.

Charging in the fore of the group, Khalen screamed a war cry of death, holding his sword above his head with both hands. As the first moblin came near him, he sent his sword crashing down upon his helm, splitting it. Black blood flew up into the dark, raining sky and spattered on his face. Hylian spears pierced creatures, and sword and scimitar, shield and axe, club and mace clashed in a great and deafening battle, roars and cries all around. A bokoblin to Khalen’s right struck at him, and he blocked with his shield, while simultaneously slicing under his arm at the hip of his enemy. His enemy fell, and shortly after a spear stabbed out at him. He knocked it away with the edge of his shield and stabbed his assailant in the face. The blood drained out of his enemy as Khalen ripped his weapon out of the skull of the moblin. He bashed another moblin wielding a club in the face with the edge of his shield, breaking the creature’s nose and jaw. The monster fell to the ground, and Khalen stabbed his body. Pulling out his now blood covered sword, he fought onward. The storm of enemies seemed never to subside, but Khalen fought relentlessly and fiercely, felling beast after beast.

It was then that he noticed soldiers and archers falling from the roof, who were previously shooting the enemies in the rear of the army. He looked past the sea of darkness and saw the wizzrobes, firing shots of magic at the wall. With renewed rage and vigor, Khalen rushed through the tide of his enemies, leaving fallen moblins and bokoblins in his wake. The rest of the Hylian army made their own way through, and some followed his path he cut through the monsters. He knew that it was stupidity to try and fight through the defenses of the enemy army, but in his rage he didn’t care.

He made it to the edge, bashing and flailing as he pushed through. The wizzrobes were right ahead of him, still shooting at the wall, not aware of the single soldier who slipped past the thinning and widely spread army. The wizzrobe in front of him did not know that someone was going to kill him until it was too late. He ran up, splashing through puddles as he went, and as he jumped, he impaled the head of the wizzrobe, and the rest of the wizzrobes turned and faced Khalen. They shot at him, and he dodged. Their shots zoomed past him, only to hit the rain soaked ground or their own troops behind him. He darted up to another one, evading more magical blasts along the way, and cut through it. He kept weaving through the shots of the wizzrobes, and killed them as he got close to each one.

Now the army was starting to notice. The moblins and bokoblins, mostly preoccupied with the soldiers that followed through the path left by Khalen, splitting the army apart, tried to go after him. They were killed by soldiers as they tried to run. The enemy army was withering, and the men fought increasingly harder and with more strength, seeing as their victory was near.

As Khalen turned around from looking at the army being destroyed, he saw the armor clad commander; an Iron Knuckle, also known as the Darknut. The commander swung his massive sword with lightning speed at Khalen. He pulled his shield up just quickly enough to barely block the blow, and he was sent reeling backwards. He tried to strike back after regaining his footing, but his blow was deflected and pushed back by his enemies round metal shield. Again, Khalen was sent staggering backwards, and this time the enemy commander kicked him to the ground.

The Dark Iron Knuckle Commander raised his enormous blade for the final strike. And then he arched his back in pain, screaming in his horrible voice. A soldier with an axe had driven his weapon into the back of the Iron Knuckle. The Darknut turned and sent his sword through the body of the hylian warrior, severing the top half from the bottom half.

Khalen in his wrath struck the foot of the commander, sending him kneeling down, and sliced at his exposed jaw. He then cut at the thigh of his enemy, making him splash violently to the wet ground by the force and pain of his blow. Khalen raised his sword into the air for the final strike, and stabbed into the shoulder of the Iron Knuckle, then the neck.

Khalen drew his sword out of his enemy’s lifeless corpse. He looked back to the army behind him, and he saw that they were still fighting. Turning again to look west, he saw yet another army of Ganondorf’s creatures, bigger than the last, marching towards him and the castle wall. Ahead of them he could see large creatures, like boars, bearing bokoblins and moblins quickly to the Hylians.

In despair, he turned back to the wall, sprinting through the rain with all the energy he had left. He now feared for Hyrule, though he did not think he cared much of it anymore before. He thought he only cared about Sheyla. But there was no time for thoughts. Now was the time for actions, or all would die for it.

As he killed soldiers of the broken dark army, they began to retreat. They ran back to join the oncoming army. Bokoblins and moblins on boars, at least as much as fifty, began to attack the Hyrule soldiers. They charged and pounded through the remaining soldiers.

Khalen saw and heard a boar riding from behind him, and rolled to his left while putting his sword out to his right. This caused the boars legs to be cut, and the creature collapsed hard on the ground, sending mud flying everywhere and launching bokoblins off of the backs of the creatures. Khalen stabbed one and slashed the neck of another before moving on.

The gateway passed over him, and he ran up the wall to survey the field. The army was assembled across the muddy plains, a black cloud of enemies rumbling in the distance…

Oh yeah and tell me about any typos or errors you find.

And constructive criticism is great.

Also I won't post any more chapters until someone actually reads this and posts a comment.

Originally Posted by James Xyron

because he was in Hyrule, destroying the all that was good

You mean "destroying all that was good".

Well, it's great. Much better writing than mine. But the only thing is, you seem to be explaining a whole lot. Sometimes that's good, but in some cases it's best to explain what you can now, and explain bits later, leadign up to an overall understanding of the main character, side character, or bad guy. Of course, we already know about Ganondorf, and those who don't can jsut read that, but I'm just saying, as for Khalen, you don't have to give away everything right away. You might not have for all I know, but it seems like you have to me.

Also, there didn't seem to be much reason for him becoming a mercenary, which doesn't seem to have been his occupation for that long. The girl he likes leaves, and he wants to become almost like an assassin? It's a bit of a strange idea.

Oh you see why later. I have a whole big twisty thing that's supposed to go on. Anyway, I'll post the third chapter. What do you mean I'm giving stuff about Khalen away right away. He becomes a mercenary for good reasons. I'm also gonna have to edit some other stuff I totally messed up on.

Chapter 3

I can remember the fear. I can remember everyone losing hope. Then I remember…

Khalen stood on the wall. The enemies seemed to rush towards the castle. A large amount of creatures broke off from the main army, almost two-thirds as big as the army that they already defeated, along with all of the Boar Riders. The rest of the gigantic army, which was at least 5 or 6 times the size of the original army, split off into different directions.

Khalen almost panicked. Where are they going!? Are they going to…

Then the moblin and bokoblin soldiers came. Khalen rushed back down; he was done seeing what was happening and went back down to join the rest of the Hylian army on the ground. There was more to be done here. Spearmen stood at the front of the group, waiting to stab into boar flesh as they charged into the group. The Boar Riders were only a short distance away, cloven hooves pounding ferociously on the ground, and the Hylian spears were hidden in the clouded dark of night.

Khalen started to see members among the army charging towards them whose eyes did not shine in the moonlight. In fact, their whole bodies shone dimly in the light, but not their eyes. Their heads were as skulls.
He turned his head to look behind him. “What are those skeletal creatures!?” he asked a soldier near him, fear in his voice.

“Those are the Skeleton Warriors,” he answered. “Stalfos. They are undead beings of evil. May the gods help us.”

He turned his head back and looked onward at the army. He prepared himself and raised up his sword, dripping with dark blood and rain. The boars were here.

Some crashed into the spears, some stopped after noticing them, others cut past them and charged into the soldiers, trampling them in the mud. Boar riders here and there who got through fell to the ground from axe blows, sword blows, and another fell with his boar, and the boar crushed a few of the hylian soldiers. The body of the boar slid towards Khalen, and he jumped backwards, dodging the mass of meat, sliding in the mud and falling to his knees.

He got up and ran forward to the oncoming boars. The boars that had stopped before the soldiers had already deflected or severed the tips of the spears and charged forward. The ones that were charging among the group were immediately stopped.

One boar charged at Khalen, and a sword from a soldier to his right cut one of the bokoblins off from his seat. Another bokoblin mounted on the boar wielding a club struck at Khalen. He dodged it and cut into the boars side, causing a big gash that spurted out blood. Khalen looked back at the fallen boar; the bokoblin was killed by another hylian. He turned back and went near the fore of the group. The army was still charging at them, drawing ever closer. A hylian commander gave a loud war cry, followed by the war cries of the rest of the army, and they charged into battle.

Khalen cut into the chest of the first bokoblin, and then deflected the blow of a Stalfos warrior. He cut at its leg, causing it to fall, but it still tried to slice at his exposed legs. He jumped over its strike, and stabbed into its skull. The Stalfos moved no more. He blocked the axe of a moblin, but the moblin pulled his axe and caused Khalen’s hylian shield to be pulled down, leaving Khalen’s chest open to attack. He stopped a falchion blow with his sword, and let his sword fly down to his opponent’s ankle. One enemy down for now. He tried to stab the axe-wielding moblin. His enemy deflected it, but was subsequently stabbed by a nearby hylian soldier. Khalen turned his attention over to a nearby enemy. He didn’t notice if they were moblin or bokoblin anymore. Just targets to be killed, to be destroyed.

He blocked a mace blow to his right. He cut at the monster’s leg, but his strike was stopped by a wooden shield. His sword bit into the wood; it was stuck in the enemy shield for a moment. He blocked a mace blow, ripping his sword out of the wood and bringing the sword around his head for a strike to the neck of his enemy. His swipe was again blocked by his enemy. He bashed his shield face into his enemies shield, then faked an attack to the face, but instead brought his sword down to the hip. It clove into the bone, and Khalen drew his sword out.

A soldier to his left stabbed another monster in the foot, and then he blocked a powerful blow from the now wounded enemy. Khalen cut at the monsters neck while he was distracted, saving his comrade, and then heard a clanging noise behind him. It was apparent that a hylian sword was in the way of a black falchion strike aimed at him. His enemy was the Stalfos that he had previously been attacked by. He severed its boney arm, and the soldier who saved him cut into its ribs, boney splinters flying. The Stalfos fell again.

More creatures came from all around. As Khalen fought, he saw the pile of bones rise up back into the Stalfos he had fought and defeated twice now. He quickly clove the skull in two. Another soldier came from fighting and stepped on the skull, crushing it to dust.

“That’s the only way to keep them down!” He shouted past the banging and roaring of the battle, “Pass that message along!”

Khalen nodded his head, and continued the fighting. The moblins and bokoblins were mostly dead, and most of the army consisted of shining, boney Stalfos warriors and their big black scimitars and falchions. Their round and rusted metal shields blocked blows by many a hylian warrior. When one fell, another arose. It was then that he went to the nearest unoccupied soldier and told him to crush the skull by stomping on it when he fought a Stalfos, or it would never go down.

As soon as another was defeated near him, he told the soldier the same thing. Word passed throughout the army to destroy the skulls, and the Stalfos stopped rising.

A black sword came out of the black toward Khalen. He blocked it with his shield, and another hylian sword cut the Stalfos' ribs. The Stalfos flailed around as hylian soldiers surrounded it. One cut its leg, one cut through its arm, and Khalen cut through its pelvis. As it lay on the ground, Khalen walked up to his skull. With a scowl, he raised his foot up in the air above the skull, and stomped, crushing the skull into tiny pieces.

A great roaring cheer rose up throughout the hylian army, and Khalen’s legs collapsed to the wet, muddy grass, as he used his sword to support the rest of his body from falling. He breathed heavily, and opened his eyes to look at the ground.

He saw a small diamond shaped pendant there where his eyes rested. It was connected to a chain. He followed the small chain with his eyes to the belt on the body of the Darknut he had defeated. He was back in the same place where he fought him. He looked around, the clouds were still around, and it was still raining, but the sunlight could be dimly seen rising up on the horizon. He looked back down at the pendant, but couldn’t tell what it was, as it was covered in mud. He took the pendant off of the dead Darknut commander’s belt and put it in a nearby puddle, washing off the dirt and mud. He rubbed it. Then he recognized it. It was a necklace with the symbol of his village on the pendant. Not just any necklace, but the necklace of Sheyla.

He jerked his head up and looked around, looked at the horizon, and saw the sun rising. The rain began to stop as anger welled up within him.

He was in his house. He put his sword down; it was still dark. He walked over to his dresser, and took out the pendant that was laid within. He looked at it, and shed a tear.

Sheyla…

That's the third chapter. Maybe I should just stop using the indent button because it seems to be screwing stuff up.
Anyway there is stuff at the beginning I'll probably be fixing now. So yeah. I'm not started writing the fourth chapter but I'll get on it soon.

Originally Posted by Sekal

You mean "destroying all that was good".

Also, there didn't seem to be much reason for him becoming a mercenary, which doesn't seem to have been his occupation for that long. The girl he likes leaves, and he wants to become almost like an assassin? It's a bit of a strange idea.

"The girl he loved in the village, Sheyla was her name, left. She went away to seek something that was missing from her heart. Riches, glory, love; he did not know what it was, but she never returned. It broke him. It caused him to be uncomfortable in his village. It made him want to leave, and never return. And so, he became a mercenary, taking his Dridonan sword and his hylian shield with him. He sought to do as he pleased, he sought money from people who would hire him to do their will, but most of all he sought his love. Throughout his fighting, he always kept her in the back of his mind, always remembering her. He lived alone, with no one to care for him, no one to care about him, no one to be his friend, no one who knew him anymore."

Read that over again. It makes sense to me, although I could have elaborated on the girl, and I could have described it better. He was just broken in his soul, and became a wanderer. Long story short, he ended up being a mercenary, always searching for her. That's what I'm trying to say.

Alright, I'm not waiting for another post, I might as well just put up the next chapter. I think that, even though it's a lot of flashbacks, the next chapter is pretty interesting. Along with the other chapters. Chapter 6 is where it begins to explain a lot of things, so I think it will work out well and make it interesting along with having much more fighting.

Chapter 4

Khalen put down the pendant, and closed the drawer, his head hanging down. He walked to the window and looked out to the forest. The night caused the trees to be a dim, shadowy green.

He still couldn’t get those eyes out of his head. Those dreaded, demon eyes. Even in the day, the voice still haunted him.

He put his hand against the wall, hanging his head. He stared at the dark wooden floor, his short brown hair hanging down. The demon’s shadows… I can still see them. Why can I remember all this so vividly? Why am I haunted by these things?


He clutched the pendant in his hand, hate rising up within him. The cheering of the Hylian soldiers stopped, as a dark voice rose up throughout the wet plains. The sky began to darken from some unseen force, and the air seemed to push in from all around them. It seemed to squeeze the life out of them. Khalen couldn’t breath, and as he looked up, he saw a shadow in the distance, with bright, fiery red eyes. All life and movement stopped, except for the blackened grass swaying from the wind.

The dark voice bellowed a nightmarish laugh. Fear stabbed Khalen in the heart, sending it beating painfully fast.

“You have but forestalled your doom. You fools will finally meet your end, and your lives will be mine. I am your master now. Accept that, or accept your slow and painful demise.”
A great boom echoed across the field, and then the darkness from the sky disappeared. The shadow on the horizon sank into the ground, vanishing, and Khalen’s breath returned. His heart raced. He clutched his chest where his heart was, trying uselessly to calm it. His eyes wide with fear, he stared at the ground, breathing heavily.

After he gained control of himself, he looked around at the other soldiers. Some of them were standing, staring off into the distance, entranced, and breathing heavily. Others collapsed onto their knees, and others cowered on the ground.

The Hylian commander pulled himself together and spoke aloud to all the troops.
“Get up men. We must go inside the town and rest. I must… think about what happened here… And all of you must. Do not… do not lose hope because of what happened here. Do not let fear stop you from your goal. But… do not forget that we face a dark and evil enemy. Gather back in the barracks men… the other commanders and the King will discuss what happened here…”

Khalen walked slowly into the town, his face stricken with stress, and collapsed in front of the nearest building, leaning his back upon the gray stone. He sat on the mud, and let his armored legs stretch out on the ground. He breathed deep, let out an exhausted sigh, and closed his eyes.

Images of the battle ran through his mind. He tried to forget the contorted faces and figures of the monsters he cut apart. The creatures he rent with his blade, and the Hylians he saw die. He blotted those images out of his mind, and began to think of more pleasant things. He began to think of his childhood days at Lake Hylia.



He laughed along with his brothers as they play fought each other with toy wood swords and shields. Another brother was in a canoe, fishing relaxingly in the lake.

“Ha! I gotchya!” shouted 12 year old Khalen as he got his brother in the side.

“No, you were cheating!” Yelled Mahrik playfully.

“How can I cheat?” questioned Khalen.

“Yeah I guess you didn’t cheat. Doesn’t mean you aren’t a cheater.” said Mahrik as he nodded his head and stroked a fake beard.

“Alright well shut up already and let’s go again!” said Khalen’s other brother, Aurith.

“Hey look at this!” yelled Tenik across the lake, “This fish is huge!” He held it up in the air for his brothers to see.

Khalen put his hand up to his forehead to block out the sun, and he saw the fish.
“Holy wolf! That is huge!”

As Tenik stood up in his boat, he lost his balance and fell over backwards. Aurith and Mahrik burst out laughing, rolling on the banks of the lake, and Khalen chuckled loudly, still looking at Tenik across the lake.

“I’m fine!” yelled Tenik as he waved to his brothers on the shore.



Khalen’s thoughts drifted to later memories.



“Come on Khalen!” yelled Sheyla as she wandered through the forest.
Khalen, seventeen, walked through the woods, trying to keep thorny branches from scratching him in the face, as they already had.

“Quit being such a slowpoke!” She smiled.

He tried running to catch up, but then tripped on a branch, falling on his face. He spat out a mouthful of dirt. Sheyla laughed at his clumsiness, smiling. He looked up at her, his brown eyes meeting her blue eyes. She was beautiful, Her flowing brown hair going down past her shoulders, surrounding her blue-eyed face with a lovely warmth. Her green forest surrounding just made it seem like a heavenly window through which he was peering. He was entranced by her. As he gazed at her, he was filled with joy.

“Well let’s go already!” She chuckled at him.

He broke out of his dream-like state, and then smiled and got up, running after her.

“What do you want me to see anyway?” Khalen said.

“It’s a surprise.”

She directed him into a clearing with a spring. Khalen looked at the flowing water, and noticed balls pink and blue lights. As he got closer, he saw that they had wings. Fairies… He smiled in wonder.

She smiled, looking at him. “We’re here.”

A fairy flew close to him and touched his nose. Another landed on his shoulder, and he turned his head to look at it. He was suddenly filled with vitality and energy. Joy was all around him.

“It’s… so beautiful…”

“I knew you’d like it!” She said joyfully.

A fairy landed on Sheyla’s head. She looked around smiling as fairies began to land on her shoulders and brown hair. She raised her hands up in the air, and fairies covered her in lights, making her seem like a bright and sparkling queen.

She suddenly jumped up in the air, laughing as fairies flew all around her. Khalen laughed along with her, and she walked over to the spring. She put her hands together, and dipped them in the water.

“Come here…” she said softly to him.

He walked over to her, standing in front of her. She scooped up some water and brought it close to her face, peering into it.

“Look in the water…” she whispered.
Khalen stared at closely at the water, seeing nothing but his rippling reflection. Water suddenly was splashed in his face as Sheyla jumped back laughing. Khalen wiped the cool spring water from his face, surprised.

“Hey, what was that?”

“Nothing…” She said joyfully.

“You’re so strange.”

“I know.” She said, putting her hands behind her back and looking up at the sky innocently.

“So I guess you wouldn’t care if I did something like this?” He said, quickly reaching down and flinging water at Sheyla. She flung water back, laughing. Soon they were soaked in water from splashing each other with the spring water.

“Aww now I’m wet.”

“Yep. Me too. I guess it just happens.”

“You’re as strange as I am!” she said.

She walked close to him, suddenly calm, and hugged him.

“Thank you for being here with me. I’m glad.” She whispered, her head against his chest, smiling.

He lifted her head up and kissed her.

“You’re welcome.” He said, gazing into her eyes.

A fairy flew between them, and Sheyla laughed. The fairy flew off high into the trees, and they both watched it until they couldn’t see it anymore. She hugged him again, and he held her close.

“I love you Khalen.”

“I love you Sheyla. I don’t know what I would do without you.”



Khalen drifted off in his thoughts and memories, and fell asleep.

Sweetness guys. I'm having trouble deciding if "the hylian" or "fatal games" is better. Well, guess I'll have to keep reading more to find out!
Good job, keep it up.