Zelda Fanfic Teaser

Instructions

Roused. I felt warm; safe even. I was vaguely aware that I was in motion, rocking back and forth, but I couldn't find the energy to surface above the deep sea of unconsciousness I had drifted into. At some point, (for in my sleep I had no concept of time) that warmth I had felt, retreated. Yet, in my barely conscious state, something lingered. Light penetrated my eyelids. It was a familiar light, that of the sun to be sure, but something was different. I suddenly became aware of the hard surface I lay on. Something wasn't right. Memories of the night before came back to me from where they had burrowed dormant, deep within my mind. Last night, I had done my usual nightly routine. I had brushed my teeth, washed my face, and retreated to my room to listen to my sleep playlist on nintendo music. I remembered the feeling of sinking into my freshly washed sheets and plush comforters. Had I fallen out of bed? With great effort, I cracked a heavy eye open and immediately felt as though my head was spinning, desperately trying to make sense of what I was seeing. This was NOT my room. I sat up and looked around frantically trying to orient myself. The hard surface I was laying on consisted of five planks of wood and a thin cushion that had served as a pillow. As I sat up further, a quilt blanket had folded into my lap. It smelled nice too. Like old books and that smell that wood gets when it's… Old. Before I could even take in the scent, however, my eyes shifted elsewhere. On the opposite wall to where I sat stood a red and brown stone fireplace, which was a stark contrast in color to the smooth grey stone of the walls. Abruptly, a beam of sunlight flickered from the window behind me and illuminated what had previously been a dark splotch in the corner beside the fireplace. A rocking chair. More light flooded in and, starting from the seat, inched its way up to the headboard. It was engraved with symbols. My stomach lurched. This can't be happening. This can't be real. I shut my eyes, rubbed them, and then opened them again. The symbols remained on the chair, glowing almost tauntingly. Engraved into the chair were Hylian characters. "Surely," I thought, "I'm just dreaming. Hyrule's not a real place, it's only in the games. Maybe-" I was cut off mid-thought by the door to the right of the fireplace sliding open. In the dark of the doorway stood a rigid, featureless figure, completely engulfed in the shadows. I could feel its gaze lingering upon me for what seemed like hours, but in reality was only a few seconds. In a sweeping motion it stepped forward. Instinctively I clenched my fists, bracing myself for whatever it was that I was about to face. Or rather… Who.