Legend of Zelda Scenarios

Secret

A/N sorry for not updating for a while, I've got tons of projects going on(two research papers, two art projects, two essays, karate and fencing) so my updates will be late, I'm sorry but this chapter will be good! Enjoy!
Vaati
Day one of Spring, you read. You held a purple leather notebook , filled with neat hand writing....Vaati's hand writing. You guys were playing hide-and-seek again and you were the hider. (Cause that's a word) You locked yourself in one of the biggest rooms. The walls were colored with a light purple and the floor was carpeted in a ruby red. Assuming it was Vaati's room, your curiosity got the better of you. You decided to explore. You had tripped over the carpet and found a square lump on the part that you tripped. You found out that the square could come off and opened it. It revealed the very book you were holding...well, not a book but a journal (not a dairy!), Vaati's journal. I visited the human world today, to Hyrule to be exact. I have no intentions of taking over a kingdom...for now. I just wanted to visit the human world and explore for a few days. I'll see how it goes...
Day two of Spring
I hate humans...they call me monster, outcast, anything really. I hate humans. I still don't know what the water from my eyes are. They come out every night. I just need someone to hold me..but everyone is gone...

You touched the parts of the page that was once soaked in tears and the ink was smudged with his tears. Your eyes stayed wide as you heard the door creak...

(Mwahaha! Cliff hanger...you guys probably know who it is though..)

Ghirahim
'This is extremely unorganized...' You thought while cleaning Ghirahim's house. Everything was unorganized, the books, the dishes, the clothing, the furniture...so basicly everything. He had invited you over, you saw the mess and you started to clean with him. "Finally..." You let out. You got the living room done. Ghirahim was cleaning the training room. You entered a rather messier room than the others. It was dark but slightly lit with candles and lighted diamonds. "Must be Ghirahim's room..." You mumbled as you entered. There were paintings of him that hung from the wall and a big bed that sat in the middle. You weaved yourself through the mess and eventually reached the bed. Beside the bed was a small desk with a notebook placed inside the opened cabinet. You picked up the notebook. Journal it said in purple ink. 'He'll never notice...' You thought as you cautiously opened it. It was really disorganized...more than his house. You placed the notebook back were it belonged and closed the cabinet. You continued the clean his room as you thought about his journal.

Link

Your boyfriend had invited you for dinner today, which you gladly accepted. He lend you to the small house and instructed you to stay at the house while he was going to get something from the market place and while you were at the house, go decided to explore. There really wasn't much to explore, so after you just wandered are and, go plopped down on his bed. You leaned so you would plop on the pillow but you hit something hard. You reached your hand undrrto find a small notebook labeled: Journal. Yo took a glance out the window to see if he wasn't here yet, and he wasn't. You cautiously opened the lether book and read it. 'This is deep..." You thought as you read it. Just then you heard the sound of the door creaking open so you quickly shoved the book back in it's place.

Sheik

You were browsing through the millions of books in Sheik's library in a small cottage. The walls were packed with different color and size books. You rode on the ladder trying to find a good book when one caught your eye. The binding was embroded with gold and the base was a royal blue. The cover looked like it had been used everyday, worn out. Opening the book, (insert Zelda sound effect XP)you gasped at what you saw. It was Sheik's journal! You scanned the cottage for the sighn of Sheik. He was out in the balcony, wrapped in his own world of books. Good. You sat on the wooden ladder and read his chicken scratch in the journal. There wasn't much to it, really. Only detailed observations about plants, animals, and people.(not in a wrong way) You placed the book back and tried to find another book to read...preferably not journals...

Dark Link

"It's beautiful!!" You said as you ran down the artistic dark halls. He had invited you over to paint one of his walls ,which you automatically accepted. Shadow motioned you over to a pitch black wall. "I was wondering if you could paint the lace we first met..." he said, blushing. Your cheeks grew hotter every second. "U-um..Yeah!" You said, mentally slapping yourself for studdering. "The buckets of paints are over there, and the paint brushes are on the counter. I'll be in the training room if you need me!" He said, running towards the training room. You then grabbed the buckets of paint and the paint brushes you needed and started to paint.

*Time skip*

'I'm gonna need more paint...' You thought as you were finishing a large tree. You walked towards the paint buckets and then tripped...yes, on the flat floor. You groaned in pain when something caught your eye. The tile was lifted! Frantically, you tried to fix it but instead you found a...book? Journal it said in bloo- I mean red ink... The cover was neat, but it looked like it was used frequently. You glanced at the door to the training room. No sighn of Shadow...just in case it was his..You turned the leather cover and squinted at the messy hand writing. Property of: Dark Link You finally read. You were about to close it when your curiosity got the better of you. You began to flip through the pages, skimming through the messy words. You finally got to the end of the book. 'Crap, I totally forgot about the painting...' You thought, rushing over to the almost competed wall. You quickly painted the last tree. "Done..." You said, sighing in relief. You felt warmth wrap behind you. "It looks amazing my princess~" he purred in your ear. You laughed and hugged him back, hoping he would not notice about the journal incident.

Happy masks salesman

You bruhed off the sweat from your forehead from the steam from the stew. You were cooking for the sick salesman. Yes, sick. He had cought a cold when he saved you from drowning so you felt a lot if responsibility to take care of him. He was sound asleep, breathing heavily from the sickness. You paddled over to his room and sat on the stool. You put a colder washcloth on his forehead and sta back down. You glanced over to the table next to you and spotted a small notebook. You picked it up and flipped through the pages. You soon found out it was the salesman's. (Sorry, I'm really running out of ideas...) You couldn't stop yourself from reading it, his choice of words were beautifully chosen. The poems that he wrote were magnificently constructed, emotion to every word he wrote. You were, sadly, finished with the journal and set it aside were it originally was. You paddled down the hall way and poured a cup of stew for the salesman, the beautiful poems lingering in your head.