#acomalon

In his efforts to get as far away from Zelda as possible, Link had lost sight of Malon in the crowd.  It wasn’t until he found her, standing idly near the food tables, that the first shot rang out above the noise.  Link nearly jumped out of his skin, moving to grasp Malon’s hand to pull her closer to him as disorder ensued.  Suddenly, the crowd came to a standstill and Link was able to see through the gaps in the partygoers.

A masked man in black he did not recognize stood with a Gerudo woman he later recognized as Jasdaë, the princess held tightly in the man’s grasp.  Link’s stomach dropped when he caught sight of the gun in his hands.  His heart pounding in his chest, he watched with bated breath as the man gave an ominous speech, his words resounding off the walls of the now silent ballroom.  There was a power in his words that Link found himself strangely drawn to, a sort of pull he couldn’t ignore.

Do not serve a false king.

The shots rang out again, and suddenly the princess was thrown to the floor and the panicked dancers were scattering every which way.  Link instinctively wrapped an arm around Malon’s waist, pulling her tightly against him; if they were getting out of here, they were getting out of here together, goddesses be damned.

The clattering tremor that ran through the earth sent a chill down Link’s spine, the thunder of hooves against the cobblestones deafening.  A girl cried out, in terror perhaps or maybe she was in pain, clinging to the woman who rode the horse behind her.  Their forms were strange to him, almost shapeless and without definition.  Only a pair of wide, violet eyes were clear to Link where he stood, and they grew smaller and smaller as the girl and the rider headed further away atop the horse.

Link stood in a field, the sky dark with storm clouds above him.  He felt small here and knew that he was a child in this dream, this memory, but he did not remember being here.

The sound of horse hooves faded only to be replaced by another chorus of galloping, louder and more ominous in their tone.  Riding the massive black stallion that entered Link's field of vision was the hulking form of a man composed entirely of shadow, tendrils of inky darkness leaking into the air around him like tongues of fire.  A terrible fear gripped Link then, and his heart fluttered like a dying, erratic bird in his ribcage as the shadowy figure reached for him, a horrid wailing the only sound in Link’s ears…

5. My childhood career choice

I wanted to serve my king in any way I could, like most little boys.

Hastily, Kafei took off his hat and shook out his hair as he headed back into town. The sights and sounds filled him with so much warmth that it almost overwhelmed him. He couldn't help but smile at this refreshing new mindset he head. He felt more clear than he had ever been in a long time. He stared up at his old home and decided this would be one of the last times he would stay in it. He needed to be more wise about where he stays and decided he would pack his things tomorrow and head out to purchase a home.

Dropping his things down, his eyes scanned the room. It had been, what a week since he had last been here? He was delighted to find that nothing had changed and some rummager hadn't moved in and stolen his things. He stared at his guitar seated by his bed and picked it up to strum it a few times. Though out of tune, the melody coming from the instrument relaxed him. He decided he wouldn't stay inside today. He felt stiff from the ride home so maybe some sparring would be good for him.

Off he went to find the stables where Link was usually found. It was a bit of a walk but he was so happy to; walking in New Hyrule had always been his favorite thing to do. 

Rovell whistled happily as he walked through town. The weather was beautifully warm and a slight breeze welcomed him into the marketplace. He'd been paid anonymously in the morning, there were no jobs or meetings to arrange, and he even had later plans to bother Haeyin. The day was perfect. He strolled through the busy marketplace, his braid swaying gently as he browsed for foodstuffs. “What else do I need?” He mused aloud as he payed for a couple loaves of bread.

As he tried to remember the contents of his list, he found himself being dragged towards a stall by an old woman, one of the shopkeepers. “Come, come along, miss! I've got something that'll look great on you!” “N-no, you see, I'm actu-” He began, caught off-guard by the sudden interruption of his thoughts. The vendor cut him of quickly, “No, don't be shy! Do come and see! I'm having a sale, just for pretty ladies like you, yes?” Rovell sighed, his grin faltering as he was ushered towards the stall. The old woman was stubbornly resolute and there was no way out. Resigned, he began browsing the trinkets and jewelry she had displayed in glass cases.

The night air still bore the dry heat of the day’s sun, and Link could feel the sweat-soaked fabric of his shirt sticking to his back.  He stretched, feeling the joints in his spine pop as he did so; his shoulders ached from the long day’s work, and he was eager to rest.  Talon’s birthday gift had not been entirely a gesture of good faith; as it turned out, he expected Link’s time off - which he had taken unknowingly - to be made up for the following day.

Ooou too many babies to name with this girl. Kafei and Malon would have a hearty family full of love and cuddles. They will most likely have three children, each with their own differences but each very structured around home life. 

Delilah:

Delilah is the flower child. She shares her mother’s red hair but also Kafei’s red eyes. She is ashamed of her eyes and is often found wearing sun glasses to cover them up. She has Kafei’s nose bump but Malon’s upturned tip. She has freckles down her body as well. She finds herself to be unappealing but is considered to be a very pretty girl.

She is delicate and clumsy but is good with a bow and arrow. She prefers to hunt animals, bringing them home for dinner even though her mother scolds her for it. She does not have an interest in magic but does posses elemental abilities.

Tara:

Tara is the rambunctious child, often howling throughout the house and laughing. She has Kafei’s purple hair that she wears on a messy bun on the top of her head. Her eyes are green like Malon’s and she also has many freckles covering her fair complexion. 

She is a go getter, fairly independent, often found waking up earlier than her mother to take of the animals. She enjoys magic and is often found singing in the meadows, creating wind to move in rhythm with her voice.

Jaedan:

Jaedan is the quiet mama’s boy often found sitting in Malon’s lap as she reads him a story. He also has Kafei’s purple hair and red eyes but Malon’s freckles. He will share her soft skin and kind heart as well.