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jaebilityTitle: Red on Snow
Fandom: The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time
Characters: Malon and Ganondorf, mentions of Talon
Prompt: Christmas
Word Count: 324
Rating: PG
Summary: Malon remembers the winters of her youth.
Author's Notes: Whoohoo! My first story! Since there's no Christmas in Hyrule, I subsituted the holiday for another winter celebration. And here's my table of death.
At the farm it had been her duty to prepare the fire. For days she would wake up extra early to gather wood as her father chopped trees at the border of the forest. The sun on the snow bathed the meadows in soft pinks and oranges and even as a child she had a quivering feeling her stomach that suggested to her that the magic that her father told her existed in tales was real and almost touchable.
The villagers came on the first sunny day of the last month. It was not an exact science and once or twice there hadn't been a day appropriate for feasting, but when the Goddesses smiled down and the snow stopped and the sky was blue, a parade of people with their dishes marched from the warmth of their houses up to the ranch and settled on the long benches and tables by the bonfire. The food was toasted and popped, steaming, into hungry mouths. She always burnt her sweet potatoes, no matter how carefully she turned them in the embers. She was slightly better at warming her pieces of spiced meat, but it may have been because her father guided her hands. After eating so much that her thick coat threatened to burst at the seams, Malon chased and battled in snow ball fights with the other children until the cold crept under her wool socks and into her bones. Before the sun set, the fire was extinguinshed, families gathered together, and the horses were led back down the hill with the children sleeping in the sleighs. It was never a long enough day, and even when her nose was frozen and her fingers stung, Malon never wanted to end the celebration.
Now, lying naked with Ganondorf in the his dark bed as the feasting day slipped past, Malon can only dream of the time when she could be warm in spite of being cold.
Fandom: The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time
Characters: Malon and Ganondorf, mentions of Talon
Prompt: Christmas
Word Count: 324
Rating: PG
Summary: Malon remembers the winters of her youth.
Author's Notes: Whoohoo! My first story! Since there's no Christmas in Hyrule, I subsituted the holiday for another winter celebration. And here's my table of death.
At the farm it had been her duty to prepare the fire. For days she would wake up extra early to gather wood as her father chopped trees at the border of the forest. The sun on the snow bathed the meadows in soft pinks and oranges and even as a child she had a quivering feeling her stomach that suggested to her that the magic that her father told her existed in tales was real and almost touchable.
The villagers came on the first sunny day of the last month. It was not an exact science and once or twice there hadn't been a day appropriate for feasting, but when the Goddesses smiled down and the snow stopped and the sky was blue, a parade of people with their dishes marched from the warmth of their houses up to the ranch and settled on the long benches and tables by the bonfire. The food was toasted and popped, steaming, into hungry mouths. She always burnt her sweet potatoes, no matter how carefully she turned them in the embers. She was slightly better at warming her pieces of spiced meat, but it may have been because her father guided her hands. After eating so much that her thick coat threatened to burst at the seams, Malon chased and battled in snow ball fights with the other children until the cold crept under her wool socks and into her bones. Before the sun set, the fire was extinguinshed, families gathered together, and the horses were led back down the hill with the children sleeping in the sleighs. It was never a long enough day, and even when her nose was frozen and her fingers stung, Malon never wanted to end the celebration.
Now, lying naked with Ganondorf in the his dark bed as the feasting day slipped past, Malon can only dream of the time when she could be warm in spite of being cold.