Prologue: The Fallen Hero
The young blonde fell to his knees
gasping for air. His sword to his side covered in his own blood. On the ground
next to him was a small faerie that was out cold and bleeding profusely. The
blonde himself felt warm blood rushing out of his stomach. He could feel his
life slipping away. His heart was erratically racing as he looked up at the
fighter who had defeated him.
Standing there in front of the young blonde was his conqueror fully clad in
metallic deep blue-colored armor. The conqueror stared back calculatingly at
the mortally-wounded boy who was garbed in a green tunic. He looked at the
blade next to the blonde, kicked it aside as he then peered at the seemingly
lifeless faerie. His listless green eyes then reverted back to the dying teen.
His eyes were stone-cold, portraying clearly that he didn’t care of these lives
he was taking. His brown hair was pulled back from his face in a ponytail
revealing the blood of the teen upon it.
In a dry voice the fighter spoke as the young boy started to cough up blood.
“You fought as well as they said you would. Still… this is where you die...either
from your wounds or the poison.” He took one last glance at the blonde and then
to the faerie. “She should have stayed out of the fight… but now her fate is
the same as yours.” He coldheartedly walked away leaving the young blonde and
the faerie to their detrimental fates. He quickly vanished into the dark stormy
weather.
The blonde held his chest as he was having troubles breathing. It was from the
poison that was coursing through his veins. He looked over at the faerie. The
fighter had spoken the truth. She could have lived if she had just stayed away,
but no… she had to try to help, even though she knew she didn’t stand a chance.
Why did Navi have to be such an idiot and try to attack that man? What was she
thinking? Why did she want to save him so badly? Why would she risk her life
for his, the blonde wondered as he choked on the blood gathering in his throat.
The blonde crouched over wheezing. He knew that his life was ending. He had no
way to heal the wound or even try to get help. He always knew this would be his
fate; that death would one day come to the battlefield. Still he never truly
believed it was going to happen. He fell forward on his stomach as the last bit
of his strength tried to escape him. Small weak breaths still came from him, as
he tried to hold on. There were a couple of tears running down his cheek as the
pain consumed him. He still fought on even when all odds were against him, even
though all appeared hopeless.
“L-link...”
a small voice cried out to him. The tiny faerie slowly tried to get to her
feet. Her blue hair drooped over her face as she staggered to them. “..
P-please by the goddesses... hold on…hold on.” she wept as she grabbed his tunic
and leaned against him. She closed her eyes. She could feel his heart giving
up.
Navi let out a small cry in the terror of the moment. She looked at the ground
and she closed her eyes. She spread out her tattered wings and awkwardly flew
up onto Link’s back. She then breathlessly collapsed to her knees.
“L..L..-link” she sputtered as she put her hands on his back.
One thing ran through her mind, she must save him somehow, someway. She had to
at least give him a chance. A teleportation spell to the nearest town could
perhaps save him. There someone would hopefully find him and treat his wounds.
She knew they wouldn’t be able to treat her because of her size, but at least
Link might live.
Navi shut her eyes and started to chant as a blue light surrounded the two.
They vanished, leaving Link’s hope in a stranger’s hands… leaving the Hero of
time’s life at fate’s discretion. She knew that she wouldn’t live but at least
she had done her duty. She made sure the hero of time had a chance, her dear
sweet friend.
