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(A/N): Ok so all you need to know is that this takes place after Twilight Princess and after The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe. I decided to give it a try!
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Fuck my life. This isn’t how it was supposed to be. I’m Link, the Hero of Hyrule, aren’t I supposed to be with the Princess of Hyrule? Everyone expected it, even Zelda and I had expected it. I guess in the end it was my fault, I couldn’t go through with it. I had just been to visit her, she had expected me to propose, and I broke up with her instead. She just wasn’t right, she took herself way to seriously, she never got any of my jokes. She’s so frail, she can’t take care of herself, she always relies on others. I can remember, she sat on Epona and watched as I defeated Ganondorf, she did use the light arrows but…
Then there’s Ilia. I liked her, before the Twilight covered all of Hyrule. She went through so much; I can’t believe she is still as innocent as before. A girl like her could never understand me; know the pain in my heart. Midna. Yes, Midna would have been good for me. However, I could never find those kinds of feelings for her, and I tried. She was nothing more than a friend, but I will miss her dearly. Being the hero of Hyrule you’d think I wouldn’t feel so alone.
“Or be so clumsy,” I said out loud after tripping on a root. I looked around and realized I had walked deep into the Faron woods. I had been so spaced out I don’t even know which way I came from. Fantastic, I’m lost. I started to circle around to come back the way I think I came. The woods just became denser until there was just one path in between two trees that I could squeeze through. The branches from the trees passed over the path making the opening look like a doorway. I shrugged and stepped through the opening, it felt like some sort of shock wave passed through my body.
Something wasn’t right, the forest looked exactly the same but the air was off. Something about the air made it feel…sweet? I don’t know how something can feel sweet but it did. Out of pure instinct I turned to find the opening but it had vanished. Great, now I’m lost in some place I don’t think is Hyrule anymore. I grabbed my sword off of my back just in case. I gave thanks to the Goddesses for Zelda requiring me to wear my green tunic and get the Master sword before the party that was supposed to be our engagement party. I trudged boldly through the woods using my shield to easily push branches out of my way.
The trees finally started to thin out and before long I found myself in a clearing. I stopped to rest for a moment and I thought about what I should do. It wasn’t easy, thinking things through wasn’t something I did. Someone would just tell me where to go and I would plow through the place until I got what I needed. I had just decided that I should climb a tree to get my bearings when there was a rustling in the woods, just beyond my eyesight. There was a sound like…hooves, really heavy hooves. I gripped my sword tighter and stood still, waiting for the thing to come forward.
I finally saw it, it was a bull but it stood on its hind legs and had an intelligent look about it. It was also was welding a huge battle ax, which it was now pointing threateningly at me. It took a giant swing at me; fortunately I had enough of experience with darknut’s in Hyrule to avoid it easily. However, this thing was much faster than then I had expected. I was able to role behind it and get one slice on its back before it whipped around and caught me with its arm and sent me flying against a tree. My vision blurred for a moment but I got back to my feet to continue the fight anyway.
There was a rush of movement from my side and I saw a horse trot past and a tall figure jump off of it at the creature. The creature was so distracted by my presence that the person from the horse was able to plunge his sword into its chest. The creature went down instantly and before I knew it the person was already cleaning his sword on the grass. He turned to face me with a grin. He was a little taller then myself, around the same age, and his hair was slightly darker. I noticed his eyes were almost the same color as mine, bright blue.
“Hi there,” he said cheerfully and held out his hand for me to shake. “Who might you be?”
“My name is Link,” I said as I shook his hand. “Who are you, and where am I?”
“My name is Peter,” he said slowly as he took in my appearance again. “This is Narnia, you aren’t from here?” I shook my head. “Well your clothes are a little different, and your ears… where are you from?”
“Hyrule,” I said simply.
“Never heard of it,” he said with a smile. “Come on, I’ll take you back to the castle. We can figure it all out there.”
“What castle? I mean whose is it?” I asked, as he called for his horse. I suddenly felt horrible without Epona.
“Well… it’s the Narnian’s castle. But if you’re asking who rules it right now, you’re looking at him,” he explained. “Along with my siblings.”
“And what is your whole title?” Link asked.
“Um, it’s rather long so I’ll just give you the condensed version for now. I’m High King Peter, the Magnificent,” he said as his horse trotted into view. Peter hopped on its back gracefully and held his hand out to help me up. I stared at it for a second then jumped up on the horse behind him without ever touching his hand. For some reason I felt the need to show off, probably because he just saved my ass from that creature. I put one hand on his shoulder to keep my balance
“The Magnificent?” I asked raising an eyebrow.
“Hey the title was given to me, I didn’t choose it,” he said then laughed as he urged the horse forward. He had such a carefree laugh, it made me laugh as well.
“I know exactly what you mean,” I said thinking of my title.
“Oh? Do you have a title?” he asked.
“The Hero of Hyrule, The Chosen Hero, and The Hero of Time. Though that last one wasn’t really me, it was left over from the Hero before me,” I explained.
“Wow, a left over title, that’s rough,” he said. “We’re almost there; you’ll be able to see it once we go around this bend.” Sure enough the trees parted and we were on top of a hill looking down at an ocean. And there, right next to a river, sat the most beautiful castle. The whole thing seemed to be made of glass, and as the sun set the place seemed to sparkle. We rode down the hill and into some more woods.
“So you’re really a king?” I asked.
“Yeah I know I’m young. Aren’t you young to be a Chosen Hero?” he asked sounding a little defensive.
“No that’s not what I meant,” I said quickly. “I just meant that you’re…different from any other king I’ve ever met.”
“Ah yes, well I’m still in my first year,” he explained. We rode in silence for a time after that and soon we flew into a clearing right next to the castle. He rode straight up to the front doors and pulled on the reigns sharply. The horse stopped so suddenly that I lurched forward and collided with peters back, hard. He was pushed forward and almost head butted his horse. Once he had regained his balance he began to laugh.
“S-sorry,” he was able to get out, but just barely. I laughed with him as I slid off the back of the horse. He was laughing so hard that when he tried to get off the horse he lost his balance and fell sideways. I stepped over quickly and caught him, once I steadied him we looked at each other for a second then we both began to laugh harder than before. We were using each other for support as we were doubled over.
“Oh wow, thank you,” I said, wiping some tears away once I had caught my breath. “I haven’t laughed like that in a long time.”
“Well that’s no good, Laughter is good for you. I have a couple of sisters that can prove that. Come inside I’ll show you around,” He said and walked to the huge doors. He opened one side and stepped over to let me go through first. “Welcome to Cair paravel.”
“Wow, it even has its own name?” I asked, but Peter didn’t answer. I turned to find him staring at something on my back, after a second I realized it was my sword.
“That is an amazing looking sword. Would you mind if I look at it?” he asked. It made me a little uncomfortable to hand someone else my sword but I guess I owe him at least that. I drew it quickly and twirled it around to I could hand him the hilt end.
“Yours looks pretty awesome as well,” I said. Without a word Peter drew his sword and handed it to me. It had writing down the side that I couldn’t read and a lion’s head carved into the end of the hilt.
“What’s this?” peter asked pointing at the blade about an inch from the hilt.
“Oh that’s the Triforce,” I said barely glancing at the familiar triangles. “It’s pretty much the sign of our Goddesses. What’s the deal with the lions everywhere?”
“For lack of a better term it’s our God, Aslan,” he explained as he handed me my sword. I quickly handed his back and put my sword away. “Your sword seems… different.”
“Yes, it’s special. It’s the Master Sword, or ‘The Sword of Evils Bane’,” I said.
“So you’re the ‘Chosen Hero’ welding ‘The Sword of Evils Bane’. I think I might be able to put you to work around here,” he said with a grin.
“Are you having some sort of problem?” I asked.
“Well sort of, you see-” he started but was cut off.
“Peter! There you are, you didn’t go by yourself did you?” a girl asked as she rushed up to us. “Honestly, how could you be so stupid? You could have gotten hurt.” She was a pretty girl, around my age, with long hair that was almost black. Peter rolled his eyes at me before answering her.
“Yes I did. It was only one rebel, I could handle it. And if you would stop lecturing me for a second, this is Link. He just came to this world from a place called Hyrule,” Peter explained with a patient look on his face. I extended my hand for her to shake which she took and curtsied.
“You are most welcome sir Link,” she said seeming to remember her manners. “I am Queen Susan.”
“Oh, there’s no need for all the manners. So you two are…” I said gesturing between them.
“God no,” Peter said quickly. “We’re not married, she’s my sister. I have another sister and a brother, they’re a king and queen as well.”
“Oh so that’s why you’re the ‘High’ King?” I asked.
“Exactly, I sort of get final say,” he said.
“Like you need anymore of a swelled head,” Susan muttered and walked off without a second glance at either of them.
“You remember what I said about laughing?” Peter asked in a lowered voice as Susan walked away.
“Yeah…” I said slowly.
“She’s the sister that doesn’t laugh,” he said and then laughed himself. “And if you don’t mind me saying, you look better since that good laugh earlier.” I didn’t respond to that, I knew I probably hadn’t looked too good when I first got here. Not only had I been transported to some random world and attacked by a creature I had never seen before, I hadn’t been in the best emotional state before that. He was right; however, I did feel better.
“So can I meet your other siblings?” I asked after a second.
“Oh yeah,” he said and took off towards the other end of the entrance hall, I jogged to catch up. “And don’t worry; they’re a lot easier to get along with then Susan.” Again I didn’t respond, it wasn’t my place to put down any member of his family, especially since those members are royalty. Peter showed me through a lot of the castle and we still couldn’t find them. Finally he had enough and decided to show me his chambers, if you could call them that.
“This is your room?” I asked as I walked in the door, there was no bed but there was a couch and a few chairs.
“Ah yes, you see it seems like this castle was built for us. There are four ‘chambers’ that actually consist of three rooms. See this is the sitting room, and over there,” he pointed to a door, “is the bathroom. And over there,” he pointed to an elaborately carved door, “is where I actually sleep. Now make yourself at home, I’m going to go change, I still have blood on me.” He took of to his room, not bothering to close the door all the way. I wandered over to the window to try and get a feel for my surroundings. His window had an amazing view of the ocean and there were several rock formations I saw that I would want to look at up close later.
“Great view huh,” he said from behind me. I turned to find him coming out of his room untwisting his shirt so he could put it on. “God I hate these shirts,” he muttered to himself. I remembered when he had misunderstood what I said about him not being like any other king I had ever met. Even on his second guess he didn’t quite get it. I got a full view of his upper body and it was quite toned. Not as much as mine, but I doubt that he has been through as much fighting as me. All of the kings I had ever met were fat slobs that couldn’t defend themselves if they were attacked directly. I saw his muscles roll as he finally shrugged into his shirt, defiantly not like any king I have ever seen.

(A/N): so I know it’s short but I wanted to get all of the boring stuff out of the way. It will be better from her on out! …. I hope. Lol