Parallels (Link x Reader)

III

Y/N's POV

Thanks to me being attacked, the inn let me stay an extra night for free. Link, however, was not as lucky. He still had to pay for a bed. I'd almost laugh at him, but knowing that he and I have a vital role in Hyrule's future, I couldn't bring myself to.

In either case, I awoke to the gentle snores of Ollie—distinct from the Ollie back home—snoring softly in the background, while it appeared that Koko had already sprung into action, preparing for the day's culinary endeavors. My awakening was relatively early; the sun was still in the process of ascending, casting a warm, golden hue over the bustling routines of Kakariko's inhabitants. Meanwhile, Link was sprawled across the entire expanse of the bed he had graciously paid for. His posture was far from graceful, resembling that of a contented sloth. His untamed, amber locks gracefully brushed against his relaxed jawline, a testament to the pure comfort he had found. It seemed he had either chosen the other plush bed or he must've taken the other soft bed, or he's just unceremoniously taken with rest.

Taking a moment to relive the embarrassment that had washed over me for neglecting to fix my hair before my intrusion last night, I delicately wove my unusually luminescent strands of h/c hair into an intricate, long fishtail braid. With my hair now neatly arranged, it was time to embark on the day ahead, leaving behind the awkwardness of yesterday.

I decided to let him sleep a bit longer. Which worked in my favor, given that I needed food and rupees. So, I've decided to help with growing the pumpkins, harvesting the carrots, and stocking Trissa's store. As fate would have it, during my industrious efforts, I stumbled upon an extra traveler's bow that had been lying unused. Seizing the opportunity, I inquired if it could become my own, and to my delight, no objections were raised. I took it. While I was helping out, the late risers had trickled out of their homes and started their daily commutes.

I know that killing monsters and harvesting rupees or material from them will result in more gain, but I'd prefer to avoid all that unnecessary conflict. I felt a vibration and a soft hum coming from my satchel. I quickly shifted my gaze downward and noticed a slate-like device was glowing, and very suddenly in my bag. It's not glowing the normal blue of Link's, however. Orange and purple light poured from the device. Not just any shade of purple, but a fluorescent and royal purple. When was this thing made and what was it made for? Why do I have this?

I found myself standing beside a diminutive and crudely fashioned statue of the goddess Hylia. As I was lost in my thoughts, a soft tap to my shoulder startled me back into the present. It was Link. The sun had been out for quite a while, it must have become noon. Everything here was more vibrant compared to home. I missed home a ton now, but surely this will give me a life I never had. Will it be more meaningful? Maybe. 

My gaze swiftly shifted to Link. His belongings seemed to be haphazardly gathered, but there was a certain readiness in his demeanor, seemingly ready to depart from the town. After a quick once-over of his form, I folded my arms and looked directly into his eyes. "Alright," I declared firmly, my tone unwavering, "You're not going anywhere until you've had something to eat."  Link let out an exasperated huff, clearly annoyed by my insistence.

"I can eat along the way. We need to get to Hateno." Link retorted, fidgeting with his satchel. This went on for about 5 minutes before he relented. He ate, then we collected our gatherings and set off. Link called for Epona, and she came running. He then expectantly gazed at me, probably for me to call my own steed. 

Unfortunately, I lacked a horse of my own. When this realization dawned on me, Link responded with a chuckle. He swiftly mounted his loyal steed, Epona, and extended his hand toward me, a silent invitation to join him on the saddle. I hesitated briefly before accepting. It was clear that Link had deduced my inexperience with horses. As I settled uneasily behind him, I couldn't help but feel a wave of trepidation wash over me. I had never ridden a horse before, and I suspected Link had picked up on that.With a firm command, Link urged Epona into a full gallop. My heart raced, and I clung to him desperately, my fingers tightly gripping his clothing as we sped through the landscape. Amid the whirlwind of motion, a faint but undeniable smirk graced Link's features, revealing his amusement at my predicament. Riding on horseback for the first time, I found myself simultaneously exhilarated and terrified, my trust in Link the only thing keeping my fear in check. He is going to pay.

Our journey continued, and as we approached Ginner Woods, our pace gradually slowed. We remained atop Epona, navigating the winding path until we finally arrived at the general supply store. The entire trip had been a lengthy endeavor, spanning at least a day and a half of travel through the expansive countryside. The like of us had stopped the camp a little bit ago, but kept moving as soon as the sun rose. Leaving Epona to rest at the nearby farm, Link and I embarked on the arduous ascent up the steep hill that would ultimately lead us to the Hateno Tech Lab. Upon our arrival at the lab, we were met with a confounding sight that left us both utterly perplexed.

We were met by a girl who appeared to be around 10 years old. Her striking crimson eyes mirrored the shade of her peculiar glasses, which featured three upside-down triangles etched above their frames. What struck us even more was the oddly mature and enigmatic aura that seemed to surround her as she greeted us. Before anything, she had requested that Link go get the ancient flame to ignite the furnace. As he did so, she turned to me.

"Are you ready Or do you wanna wait for Linky to return?"

I held my tongue, refraining from offering a response. The girl's presence made me feel hesitant and guarded, and I decided it was best to withhold my disposition and situation until Link returned or until a more suitable moment presented itself. 

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1082 words.
I have fixed the chapter to be more descriptive instead of a bareboned story.