The Legend of Zelda: The Hallucination
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Chapter 1: Prelude
Prelude…
Long ago, there existed a world like none other. In this world, there were three elements that were very distant to each other. There was Hyrule and the areas surrounding it. In another dimension, there was the Clock Town, which contained the Deku Castle and other regions that were similar to that of Hyrule, but not quite it. And lastly, there was Tommunock. This was the most bizarre part of the world. In Tommunock, it was always dark and gloomy. Nobody smiled, or laughed, or was ever even pleased. For, one certain maiden ruled the area. This maiden loved the darkness. She adored the pessimism, the dreariness, and depression that arose from the land of Tommunock.
This maiden was a dream warrior. Her name was Janicuss.
She was able to look inside the reveries of anyone she pleased. She was in charge of the dream world and always made sure that things were running smoothly. Some people deserved to have nightmares. Several people had wonderful dreams, even though they didn’t really earn it. Janicuss did whatever she pleased with the dream world. She also did the same for the land of Tommunock. She was the ruler–her own queen.
However–even with all this power–Janicuss was still not satisfied. For, there lived a princess in Hyrule that possessed more power than she had ever seen in the world of dreams. She envied that princess’s power and wealth. And this broad was even sillier than she had imagined. She was about to marry, and split her treasures, riches, and authority with another man. As if men weren’t in charge of everything already.
The maiden Janicuss decided that this would not do. What a waste of such extraordinary power! What a waste! The dream warrior decided to take matters into her own hands. Taking another look at the dream world, she saw that there were some changes she had to make. She took a peek at the princess’s dream. How sweet. Too many flowers, Janicuss thought, Let’s make this girl a sleepwalker. She twiddled her fingers, altering the scene of the dream and the scenario. She smiled at her creation.
Sweet dreams, little princess.
“WAHHH!”
Princess Zelda awoke with a startle. Young Isabella of four months was bawling. With a sigh, she hurried out of bed and to the small child’s crib. Zelda picked her up and rocked her. “Don’t cry, my little dove,” she whispered to Isabella. This seemed to hush her down as she gently closed her eyes once again. Smiling, Zelda placed the infant back down. She stared at her for a moment. How beautiful she is, ran through her mind, the heavenly creation Link and I made together… Then, her mind went from Isabella to the man himself, the father of Isabella: Link.
They were to marry at the end of the week, and finally be able to be together. Impa, Zelda’s aunt, would not allow him to move into the castle until they were married. “I don’t want any more surprises,” she had told Zelda. “Good girls wait until they are married. And, even though I very well respect him, I do not trust that man here alone with you. And I have my reasons.” The princess (soon to be queen) could not help but smile as she recalled what her aunt had said to her. Yes, Link was dangerous. And she loved it.
Though, the young man still had to visit everyday to practice–as Impa called it–being the king of Hyrule. He would run through proper etiquette, speech, and so on. Zelda found it hard to think of Link any different than he already was. The man with a tunic would soon turn to a man with a long cape and crown.
He also cherished his tiny daughter, Isabella. Even though Link wasn’t exactly king material, he was a great father. But, of course, with marriage came responsibility. Link would no longer be her dangerous rebellion, but her husband–the man she will spend the rest of her life with. He was Zelda’s first love, and only love. They were destined to be.
However, when the people of Hyrule heard the whole gossip about the princess’s wedding plans, shock filled the land. “How could she marry a mere commoner?” some would say. Other men would become jealous and proclaim, “I might have had the chance to wed the beautiful princess!” The list went on. This made Impa worry. Though, Zelda only shrugged them off. “Don’t listen to them, Impa. Remember: We are the ones at the top of the pyramid looking down and laughing.”
Ahh… The words of wisdom from the princess.
Of course, no one knew exactly who this ordinary fellow was. Link heard the rumors and all the talk that went on. And every time, a smile would spread on his face. Perhaps he hadn’t a clue of what he was getting into; but, it didn’t really matter to him so much. He loved Zelda, didn’t he? Plus, he couldn’t get out of it even if he wanted to. He made her pregnant (his fault). She had the baby (her fault). And now they must wed (their fault).
And then there was the whole incident with Ganondorf, over half a year ago. He still was in awe of how she could have killed him with her own bare hands. Innocent Princess Zelda maybe wasn’t so innocent after all… After that, several months later, Zelda did give birth to the child, the next Hero of Time. However, it turned out that it was more like the Heroine of Time. Impa was the first to react when she saw the s*x of the baby.
“This can’t be!” she had proclaimed, and then grabbed the Book of Hylian Legends, Myths, and Secrets and looked frantically through it. “The child must be a boy!” she added. Though, she did not find any evidence stating that assumption. Destiny had proved Zelda’s weary aunt incorrect. Young Isabella would certainly grow to be a genuine heroine–following the footsteps of her father–and perhaps will, too, have a chance at pulling out the Master Sword if the Door of Time shall ever open again.
Finally, the wedding. The most tremendous day of Zelda’s life. At last, Link’s everyday visits would cease and his stay would be permanent. Then, they would take her mother and father’s (rest their souls) old bedroom. Sunday was approaching.
And we return to the room of the princess. Zelda stared at Isabella just another moment longer. How beautiful–oh, how lovely!–this child was. No doubt, she looked just like her parents. She was born with thin, blond hair and crystal blue eyes. Her skin mostly resembled Zelda’s: a creamy peach color (or, it might have been Link’s, but his skin was tanned from being out in the sun).
Soon, her moment ended. She knew she had to go back to sleep…and such a peculiar dream she was having, as well. It started out as one thing, and then suddenly changed to another. Actually, it began to turn ugly and horrid. Perhaps it was a good thing that Isabella started to cry. Though, a dream was a dream; right? It was not a big deal. Knowing that, she was convinced that her dreams would not haunt her anymore tonight.
As she began to go back to bed, there was a soft knock at her window.
Zelda made a weird face. He better not… she thought. But, he did. Looking through the glass, she saw Link, barely holding onto the brick for his life. Biting her lower lip so she would not smile, she opened the window.
“Hello, my lovely bride.”
Knowing that he was being sarcastic, her smile let out. “What are you doing here?” she quietly asked him, “You know what Impa said: Only daytime visits.” Link grinned. “And what fun is there in the daytime? All I do then is put a book on my head and try to walk like some moron who’s trying to walk with a book on his head.” Zelda couldn’t help but laugh at the humor and complexity of his remark. “Okay,” she answered, giving him a hand to help him in, “But you must be as quiet as possible.” Pleased with her reaction, Link accepted her hand. Again, the window was closed.
Link’s first impulse was to peek in on the small infant, his Isabella. Zelda took his hand and stood besides him. “She looks just like you,” she commented, “Figures.” Link grinned. “I did all the work. You just laid there.”
She smacked his head after his last remark. “Haven’t you learned anything from Impa these last seven months?” she asked, “I swear, Link, sometimes the things you say–“ But he didn’t let her finish. In an instant, Link wrapped his arms around her waist and held her very close to him. That made Zelda hush up immediately.
“With Impa’s new rules…we never get to spend any time with each other…”
Zelda blushed as she looked into his eyes. And there she saw her last chance of being with Link as her dangerous rebellion. It was Thursday night, and Sunday was approaching them. At that moment, her memory was a blur as she felt Link’s lips softly touch her own. Zelda felt lightheaded, as if she were walking on a cloud. Her conscience told her that the right thing to do was tell Link to come back tomorrow during the day, as he should, and that he ought to leave this very instant.
But as she felt Link’s hands begin to gently move up and down her stomach and the sides of her waist–tracing every curve, feeling the soft silks of the princess’s nightgown–she decided that her conscience could go to hell. His kiss was beginning to drive her insane, striking her with passion. Link’s lips felt so warm and tasted so sweet…His touch was so tender and affectionate. Then, she couldn’t take it anymore.
She pushed him away and fervently said, “Get on the bed, you bastard.”
Blood.
Blood everywhere…The man in the marketplace… Why…How…? May death be life. He is dead. Look at your hand. A knife. You killed him. You silly whore! You slashed him up in the marketplace.
And you think that baby of yours seems to really be enjoying your company…but not when you put that knife inside of her. You’ll kill her. Just like you killed that innocent stander–by in the marketplace.
For no reason.
Zelda woke up with the loudest scream of her life, which caused Link to wake up as well and Isabella to start crying. Shocked, he covered her mouth. “Zelda!” he quietly exclaimed, “Are you trying to wake everyone up? Impa will kill–“
Unfortunately, there was a loud knock on Zelda’s door. Now, the princess was the one to panic. She gasped as she looked from Link to herself.
“Princess Zelda? Are you alright?”
They recognized the voice. It was Impa’s. Instantly, Zelda reached down and grabbed Link’s tunic, boots, etc. “Go hide in the closet,” she ordered as she handed him his clothes. Hastily putting on his tunic, he obediently went. Then, she rose and picked up the little baby before she answered, “Come in.”
Right away, Impa was quick to open the door. “Princess, are you alright?” she asked. As if nothing had happened, Zelda nodded. “Yes, of course,” she replied, “…I, um, just had a bad dream. That’s all.” Impa gave her a knowing look. “I see…” she said suspiciously, “Very well, then.”
“Thank you, Impa.”
“You’re welcome…and, Zelda?”
“Yes?”
“You can tell Link to come out of the closet now.”
Zelda froze as her eyes widened. “Uh…what do you mean?” she tried to defend herself, “Link isn’t…here. Then we’d be, um…”
“Breaking the rules?” Impa finished, and then only shook her head at her niece. Without another word said, Impa went to the door of Zelda’s closet and opened it. There was Link, putting his last boot on. He immobilized when he saw Impa before him. “Hello, Link,” she greeted with a stern face. Link tried to fake a smile towards her. “Hello, Impa. How have you been?” he replied. But, it didn’t work. She only grabbed him and forcefully pulled him out of the closet. Seeing this, Zelda placed the now sleeping Isabella back down and buried her face in the palm of her hand. Oh boy…
The lecture seemed to never end.
“How could you?” Impa exclaimed to the two of them the next day. “How could you act so irresponsibly?” There was no reply from either of them. “How hard is it to wait and control your little selves until AFTER the wedding on Sunday? You both are breaking all the rules of propriety! And I’m especially disappointed in you, Princess Zelda.”
Zelda bit her lower lip, knowing she was in for it.
“This castle is not going to be filled with a million little Link-and-Zelda’s-I-felt-a-little-too-friendly babies! And then, you screamed. Why? I don’t know. You tell me.”
“I…”
“You what…?”
Seeing where this was going, Link decided to step in. “Impa, don’t blame Zelda. It’s my fault, really.” Now, the grumpy woman’s attention went from Zelda to her partner himself.
“Don’t let me get started with you, little boy.”
Link was ready to listen.
“What did I say about those little secret nighttime visits of yours? I said no more! And couldn’t you at least have brought those little leathers and–“
Strangely, Zelda began to laugh. Now, Impa and Link were both surprised when they looked upon the princess. “What is so amusing to you, Zelda?” she asked her sternly. Trying to catch her breath, Zelda said, “…You’re…You’re…talking about s*x!!!” And again, she went off. Link started to chuckle as well. Impa could only shake her head at them.
“This is unbelievable!” she proclaimed, “I cannot believe two immature CHILDREN are going to be king and queen of Hyrule. We might as well let Isabella be queen. She’d probably do a better job than the both of you combined.”
Still, laughter filled the room. Annoyed, Impa forced Link up. “Come on,” she urged him, “We need to find a book and get you well balanced.” Link sighed. Unfortunately, there was no way getting past Impa.
Zelda looked after them as she was now left alone. Though, she could not help but still have an eerie feeling inside of her… That dream. What had it meant? She shivered as she remembered in exact detail of what had happened.
So much blood…
Long ago, there existed a world like none other. In this world, there were three elements that were very distant to each other. There was Hyrule and the areas surrounding it. In another dimension, there was the Clock Town, which contained the Deku Castle and other regions that were similar to that of Hyrule, but not quite it. And lastly, there was Tommunock. This was the most bizarre part of the world. In Tommunock, it was always dark and gloomy. Nobody smiled, or laughed, or was ever even pleased. For, one certain maiden ruled the area. This maiden loved the darkness. She adored the pessimism, the dreariness, and depression that arose from the land of Tommunock.
This maiden was a dream warrior. Her name was Janicuss.
She was able to look inside the reveries of anyone she pleased. She was in charge of the dream world and always made sure that things were running smoothly. Some people deserved to have nightmares. Several people had wonderful dreams, even though they didn’t really earn it. Janicuss did whatever she pleased with the dream world. She also did the same for the land of Tommunock. She was the ruler–her own queen.
However–even with all this power–Janicuss was still not satisfied. For, there lived a princess in Hyrule that possessed more power than she had ever seen in the world of dreams. She envied that princess’s power and wealth. And this broad was even sillier than she had imagined. She was about to marry, and split her treasures, riches, and authority with another man. As if men weren’t in charge of everything already.
The maiden Janicuss decided that this would not do. What a waste of such extraordinary power! What a waste! The dream warrior decided to take matters into her own hands. Taking another look at the dream world, she saw that there were some changes she had to make. She took a peek at the princess’s dream. How sweet. Too many flowers, Janicuss thought, Let’s make this girl a sleepwalker. She twiddled her fingers, altering the scene of the dream and the scenario. She smiled at her creation.
Sweet dreams, little princess.
“WAHHH!”
Princess Zelda awoke with a startle. Young Isabella of four months was bawling. With a sigh, she hurried out of bed and to the small child’s crib. Zelda picked her up and rocked her. “Don’t cry, my little dove,” she whispered to Isabella. This seemed to hush her down as she gently closed her eyes once again. Smiling, Zelda placed the infant back down. She stared at her for a moment. How beautiful she is, ran through her mind, the heavenly creation Link and I made together… Then, her mind went from Isabella to the man himself, the father of Isabella: Link.
They were to marry at the end of the week, and finally be able to be together. Impa, Zelda’s aunt, would not allow him to move into the castle until they were married. “I don’t want any more surprises,” she had told Zelda. “Good girls wait until they are married. And, even though I very well respect him, I do not trust that man here alone with you. And I have my reasons.” The princess (soon to be queen) could not help but smile as she recalled what her aunt had said to her. Yes, Link was dangerous. And she loved it.
Though, the young man still had to visit everyday to practice–as Impa called it–being the king of Hyrule. He would run through proper etiquette, speech, and so on. Zelda found it hard to think of Link any different than he already was. The man with a tunic would soon turn to a man with a long cape and crown.
He also cherished his tiny daughter, Isabella. Even though Link wasn’t exactly king material, he was a great father. But, of course, with marriage came responsibility. Link would no longer be her dangerous rebellion, but her husband–the man she will spend the rest of her life with. He was Zelda’s first love, and only love. They were destined to be.
However, when the people of Hyrule heard the whole gossip about the princess’s wedding plans, shock filled the land. “How could she marry a mere commoner?” some would say. Other men would become jealous and proclaim, “I might have had the chance to wed the beautiful princess!” The list went on. This made Impa worry. Though, Zelda only shrugged them off. “Don’t listen to them, Impa. Remember: We are the ones at the top of the pyramid looking down and laughing.”
Ahh… The words of wisdom from the princess.
Of course, no one knew exactly who this ordinary fellow was. Link heard the rumors and all the talk that went on. And every time, a smile would spread on his face. Perhaps he hadn’t a clue of what he was getting into; but, it didn’t really matter to him so much. He loved Zelda, didn’t he? Plus, he couldn’t get out of it even if he wanted to. He made her pregnant (his fault). She had the baby (her fault). And now they must wed (their fault).
And then there was the whole incident with Ganondorf, over half a year ago. He still was in awe of how she could have killed him with her own bare hands. Innocent Princess Zelda maybe wasn’t so innocent after all… After that, several months later, Zelda did give birth to the child, the next Hero of Time. However, it turned out that it was more like the Heroine of Time. Impa was the first to react when she saw the s*x of the baby.
“This can’t be!” she had proclaimed, and then grabbed the Book of Hylian Legends, Myths, and Secrets and looked frantically through it. “The child must be a boy!” she added. Though, she did not find any evidence stating that assumption. Destiny had proved Zelda’s weary aunt incorrect. Young Isabella would certainly grow to be a genuine heroine–following the footsteps of her father–and perhaps will, too, have a chance at pulling out the Master Sword if the Door of Time shall ever open again.
Finally, the wedding. The most tremendous day of Zelda’s life. At last, Link’s everyday visits would cease and his stay would be permanent. Then, they would take her mother and father’s (rest their souls) old bedroom. Sunday was approaching.
And we return to the room of the princess. Zelda stared at Isabella just another moment longer. How beautiful–oh, how lovely!–this child was. No doubt, she looked just like her parents. She was born with thin, blond hair and crystal blue eyes. Her skin mostly resembled Zelda’s: a creamy peach color (or, it might have been Link’s, but his skin was tanned from being out in the sun).
Soon, her moment ended. She knew she had to go back to sleep…and such a peculiar dream she was having, as well. It started out as one thing, and then suddenly changed to another. Actually, it began to turn ugly and horrid. Perhaps it was a good thing that Isabella started to cry. Though, a dream was a dream; right? It was not a big deal. Knowing that, she was convinced that her dreams would not haunt her anymore tonight.
As she began to go back to bed, there was a soft knock at her window.
Zelda made a weird face. He better not… she thought. But, he did. Looking through the glass, she saw Link, barely holding onto the brick for his life. Biting her lower lip so she would not smile, she opened the window.
“Hello, my lovely bride.”
Knowing that he was being sarcastic, her smile let out. “What are you doing here?” she quietly asked him, “You know what Impa said: Only daytime visits.” Link grinned. “And what fun is there in the daytime? All I do then is put a book on my head and try to walk like some moron who’s trying to walk with a book on his head.” Zelda couldn’t help but laugh at the humor and complexity of his remark. “Okay,” she answered, giving him a hand to help him in, “But you must be as quiet as possible.” Pleased with her reaction, Link accepted her hand. Again, the window was closed.
Link’s first impulse was to peek in on the small infant, his Isabella. Zelda took his hand and stood besides him. “She looks just like you,” she commented, “Figures.” Link grinned. “I did all the work. You just laid there.”
She smacked his head after his last remark. “Haven’t you learned anything from Impa these last seven months?” she asked, “I swear, Link, sometimes the things you say–“ But he didn’t let her finish. In an instant, Link wrapped his arms around her waist and held her very close to him. That made Zelda hush up immediately.
“With Impa’s new rules…we never get to spend any time with each other…”
Zelda blushed as she looked into his eyes. And there she saw her last chance of being with Link as her dangerous rebellion. It was Thursday night, and Sunday was approaching them. At that moment, her memory was a blur as she felt Link’s lips softly touch her own. Zelda felt lightheaded, as if she were walking on a cloud. Her conscience told her that the right thing to do was tell Link to come back tomorrow during the day, as he should, and that he ought to leave this very instant.
But as she felt Link’s hands begin to gently move up and down her stomach and the sides of her waist–tracing every curve, feeling the soft silks of the princess’s nightgown–she decided that her conscience could go to hell. His kiss was beginning to drive her insane, striking her with passion. Link’s lips felt so warm and tasted so sweet…His touch was so tender and affectionate. Then, she couldn’t take it anymore.
She pushed him away and fervently said, “Get on the bed, you bastard.”
Blood.
Blood everywhere…The man in the marketplace… Why…How…? May death be life. He is dead. Look at your hand. A knife. You killed him. You silly whore! You slashed him up in the marketplace.
And you think that baby of yours seems to really be enjoying your company…but not when you put that knife inside of her. You’ll kill her. Just like you killed that innocent stander–by in the marketplace.
For no reason.
Zelda woke up with the loudest scream of her life, which caused Link to wake up as well and Isabella to start crying. Shocked, he covered her mouth. “Zelda!” he quietly exclaimed, “Are you trying to wake everyone up? Impa will kill–“
Unfortunately, there was a loud knock on Zelda’s door. Now, the princess was the one to panic. She gasped as she looked from Link to herself.
“Princess Zelda? Are you alright?”
They recognized the voice. It was Impa’s. Instantly, Zelda reached down and grabbed Link’s tunic, boots, etc. “Go hide in the closet,” she ordered as she handed him his clothes. Hastily putting on his tunic, he obediently went. Then, she rose and picked up the little baby before she answered, “Come in.”
Right away, Impa was quick to open the door. “Princess, are you alright?” she asked. As if nothing had happened, Zelda nodded. “Yes, of course,” she replied, “…I, um, just had a bad dream. That’s all.” Impa gave her a knowing look. “I see…” she said suspiciously, “Very well, then.”
“Thank you, Impa.”
“You’re welcome…and, Zelda?”
“Yes?”
“You can tell Link to come out of the closet now.”
Zelda froze as her eyes widened. “Uh…what do you mean?” she tried to defend herself, “Link isn’t…here. Then we’d be, um…”
“Breaking the rules?” Impa finished, and then only shook her head at her niece. Without another word said, Impa went to the door of Zelda’s closet and opened it. There was Link, putting his last boot on. He immobilized when he saw Impa before him. “Hello, Link,” she greeted with a stern face. Link tried to fake a smile towards her. “Hello, Impa. How have you been?” he replied. But, it didn’t work. She only grabbed him and forcefully pulled him out of the closet. Seeing this, Zelda placed the now sleeping Isabella back down and buried her face in the palm of her hand. Oh boy…
The lecture seemed to never end.
“How could you?” Impa exclaimed to the two of them the next day. “How could you act so irresponsibly?” There was no reply from either of them. “How hard is it to wait and control your little selves until AFTER the wedding on Sunday? You both are breaking all the rules of propriety! And I’m especially disappointed in you, Princess Zelda.”
Zelda bit her lower lip, knowing she was in for it.
“This castle is not going to be filled with a million little Link-and-Zelda’s-I-felt-a-little-too-friendly babies! And then, you screamed. Why? I don’t know. You tell me.”
“I…”
“You what…?”
Seeing where this was going, Link decided to step in. “Impa, don’t blame Zelda. It’s my fault, really.” Now, the grumpy woman’s attention went from Zelda to her partner himself.
“Don’t let me get started with you, little boy.”
Link was ready to listen.
“What did I say about those little secret nighttime visits of yours? I said no more! And couldn’t you at least have brought those little leathers and–“
Strangely, Zelda began to laugh. Now, Impa and Link were both surprised when they looked upon the princess. “What is so amusing to you, Zelda?” she asked her sternly. Trying to catch her breath, Zelda said, “…You’re…You’re…talking about s*x!!!” And again, she went off. Link started to chuckle as well. Impa could only shake her head at them.
“This is unbelievable!” she proclaimed, “I cannot believe two immature CHILDREN are going to be king and queen of Hyrule. We might as well let Isabella be queen. She’d probably do a better job than the both of you combined.”
Still, laughter filled the room. Annoyed, Impa forced Link up. “Come on,” she urged him, “We need to find a book and get you well balanced.” Link sighed. Unfortunately, there was no way getting past Impa.
Zelda looked after them as she was now left alone. Though, she could not help but still have an eerie feeling inside of her… That dream. What had it meant? She shivered as she remembered in exact detail of what had happened.
So much blood…
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- Chapter 1: Prelude
- Chapter 2: Part One: The Illusion
- Chapter 3: Part Two: The Vision
- Chapter 4: Part Three: The Castle in the Sky
- Chapter 5: Part Four: The Hallucination
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