Dancing in Time [LOZ fanfic]

Arc One: Chapter Two

Arc One

Chapter Two

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After my hair meltdown, I had another one about my ears (“Did I become an elf?!”) and about the rest of my body. I don’t mean that I’ve become taller or something like that, but that I’m suddenly looking like a ten year old again! I didn’t notice at first, having been concentrating on my crazy new hair, but when I did, another meltdown here I come.

“I need to go run some errands,” Saria told me when she put away the mirror, hoping I’d stop freaking out about everything. I was probably giving her a scare. “I’ll be back in a few hours so it’s up to you if you want to visit town and make some new friends.”

I didn’t really know what to say to that. Make new friends? I better not get too attached in case I got the chance to go back home. “Okay.”

With a small wave, she was gone, leaving me alone in her house.

I considered grabbing the mirror again and having another meltdown, but seeing as I was mentally unstable at the moment, going out for some fresh air seemed like a way better idea. I took a hesitant step outside, glancing around to see if anyone would be nearby, before fully slipping out. If people saw me with my crazy hair, who knew what sorts of remarks I’d get. Though, I know, Saria is all awesome, hinting that no one would ridicule me, but I still felt the strong urge to shave my head. It’s the same feeling you get when you want to dye your hair blond, and it turned out to be that ugly chlorine-green. You’re ashamed, horrified and humiliated, because it didn’t turn out the way you wanted. I didn’t ask for purple hair so, here I was, humiliated for having a mix up in hair colours. I didn’t even think having purple hair was possible until—

Oh hey, look, there’s this ledge thing going around Saria’s house. I wonder where it leads to… A secret room perhaps?

Feeling curious (and with nothing better to do), I kept a hand onto the side of the house as I slowly climbed up, afraid of falling. I was glad it didn’t make me dizzy, but when I reached the top, I felt like going right back down again. There was a bridge leading to these plain rock towers, and it did not look fun. Still, I was curious as to what they led to.

One step at a time. That always works! Keep your balance and slowly put one foot in front of the other. Don’t look down either, or you’ll get too scared to continue.

“Hey!” Someone cried from below.

I whimpered and started stepping faster, hoping to reach the rock tower before I would fall off from fear. Okay, I’m there. Good job self. Congrats! Now to get past the other bridge… But of course, I couldn’t be rude and ignore the person calling me.

I dropped to my knees and peered over the edge of my safety spot. “Yes?”

A little boy, whose face looked like it was to be eaten by his orange hair, was waving at me, “Hello! You must be the newest Kokiri!”

I blinked a few times, not really understanding why he would assume that. Maybe I heard wrong? “Excuse me?”

"You look like us!" What a poor delusional boy. "And you came from the forest! Anyone without a fairy would turn into a monster when they go in the Lost Woods. Yet, you came from there and you seem to be just fine!" He was beaming up at me, looking really tiny from up here. It was a wonder I could hear him at all. I tried not to lean forward too far. "Your fairy will come to you soon! And when it does, I'll be the one to say I told you so! I know you’re a Kokiri!" Is he for real? That's doesn't really mean anything... "See you!" He was gone.