Fantiality

Following Link

Again, disclaimer, I wrote this in 2010, so stop looking at me like that.

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The next thing I knew I was opening my eyes to a ceiling ringed like the inside of a tree. Right as I began to think that perhaps it really was the inside of a tree, a girl with greenish blond hair leaned over me. Her mouth curved in a way that gave the impression she held a perpetual smile. Bright green eyes scampered about my features, and a bright pink fairy swirled above her, jingling like bells. The fairy flared bright red at my gaze before zooming away to hide behind her head.

"Nope." she straitened. "I've never seen her before."

Still getting over the odd color of blond hair I slowly sat up on the small bed I laid on.

"She says she's from the desert." Link stood leaning against the wall across the room with his arms folded. "But the only thing desert-like about her is her ears. Round as a Gerudo's."

I let my consciousness and memories slowly sink in. Once I had rebooted I sat stunned, listening to the ten year-old girl and the grown man. Her little pink fairy refused to show its face. However, I could see its slender dragonfly wings fluttering from above her hair.

"She somehow knows your song, my past, and who knows what else."

Oh yeah, that's what I had been humming before.

The girl nodded, looking back at me with an expression I couldn't read. She scratched her wrist in thought.

"Who are you?" she asked, not unkindly.

"Kara James." he said before I could answer.

"How'd you get here?"

"She doesn't know. That, or she isn't up to telling, so don't bother asking."

I didn't mind much that he answered the questions originally aimed for me, for I couldn't be sure whether I could talk anymore. My throat felt tight, and my palms were sweating.

"Have any clue as to how she knows these things?"

"Nope. She's hiding something, though. That wolfo was interested in her, not me. A nice change for once, though."

She looked me up and down, picking up my arm and checking the skin. Her touch was soft and waxy, like a leaf, surprising me out of my daze.

"Sariah?"

A real smile curved the built in one. "I shouldn't be surprised if you know me, huh?" I shook my head. My eyes found Link. A surreal epiphany overcame me.

"You really are Link."

He raised an eyebrow.

"I mean," a few peels of delirious mirth escaped me, "the Link. Real...real..." I pointed weakly at Sariah. "And you're really a kokiri—I mean—you're really Sariah, the Sariah."

"Did she hurt her head with the wolfo?" she asked.

"No." Link blinked at me. "She didn't even get scratched, just fainted."

"And this place," a few more peels escaped me, "this really-it's really—and that wolfo was real. And the fairies, and Mido—he was even a snob like they made him. It was..." I paused. They were watching me. Sariah looked up to Link.

"What is she talking about?"

He shrugged. "I think she's mad."

"I'm not mad..." though I sounded uncertain.

"Then why won't you tell us how you know these things?"

"Why does it matter?" I asked more for show. If someone had come out of the blue knowing all these facts about me I'd be rather freaked too in case of stalkers or FBI agents out for my skin. The fairy wings fluttered. It peeked over her head with the top of its bright pink sphere.