Shadows of Hyrule | Chapter 1
Link opened his eyes and looked around quickly. He had zoned out... again. He turned his attention to the board and knit his brows together. What the hell were they talking about?
Ms. Muller turned her attention to him. “Link?”
Link stared blankly at the board. She was waiting for an answer. “Seven?”
The class snickered. He turned his helpless gaze to Mipha and she rolled her eyes.
“Try to pay attention, Link,” Ms. Muller said in an exhausted tone. “This will be on the test at the end of the week.”
Link sighed lightly and let his chin rest in the palm of his hand. He stared at the board as the marker squeaked across it, but he could not focus on the equations.
Link straightened and looked around quickly, but all eyes were either focused on the board in front of the classroom, or glued to notebooks as their pens scribbled furiously to take notes. He turned once more to Mipha, but she, too, was being a model student. Her red bangs fell across her eyes as she took detailed notes, seemingly unaware of anyone calling his name.
“Shut up,” he hissed towards Mipha.
Mipha glanced at him quickly, her expression puzzled. “What?”
“Stop fucking with me.”
Mipha’s brows raised. “I’m not doing anything.”
Link slunk back against his seat. He peered around the room once more until his gaze fell upon Zelda’s from across the room. Her brows were knit furiously at him, as if he were the source of the disturbance. He ignored her, looking around one more time, but as the voice came again, it was clear to him that it wasn’t anyone in the room. Even more so, no one else seemed to have noticed. He returned his gaze to Zelda and she stuck her nose up at him and turned her attention back to her notes.
Link stood and Ms. Muller turned back towards him.
“Is there a problem?” she asked. She peered at him over her glasses.
“I…” Link started. “Bathroom,” he muttered, then made his way quickly out the door and into the empty hallway.
“What the fuck,” he muttered under his breath. He looked down the hall to his left, then to his right, but there was no one in sight. He made his way right and wandered the halls of the school until he arrived before his locker. He didn’t hear the voice again. He turned the dial to his locker until it clicked open and he stared inside. Except for his jacket, bag, and an old text book on the shelf that he had never opened, it was empty.
The phone in his pocket vibrated and he checked the message from Mipha. R u ok?
Link sighed and returned the phone. He swung the locker door closed and made his way back down the hall to his classroom. But as he turned the corner, the bell rang, and Zelda was first out the door. She caught Link’s gaze and her brows knit together angrily once more.
“What’s your problem?” she hissed at him.
“My problem?” Link said. “I didn’t do anything.”
“I don’t think you and your friends are funny,” she snapped at him.
“I didn’t do anything,” he repeated defensively.
Mipha emerged from the doorway next and the hall began to crowd quickly. She made her way to Link’s side and peered up at him in concern. “What’s wrong?”
“Someone kept saying my name,” Link muttered.
Mipha raised a brow. “I didn’t hear anything.”
“If this is some stupid joke,” Zelda said, “I don’t think it’s funny. Some of us want to pass this class.”
“You heard it,” Link said, more of a realization than a question.
“You heard it?” Mipha asked Zelda. Her eyes moved between Zelda and Link, puzzled by their interaction.
“I’m not an idiot,” she barked at him. “Stop pretending you don’t know what I’m talking about.”
“You didn’t hear that?” Link asked, turning back to Mipha.
“Stop playing dumb,” Zelda said before turning her back to them dramatically, causing her long, blond hair to swoop around behind her. She pushed her way through the crowd and disappeared down the hallway.
Mipha watched her curiously before turning back to Link, still puzzled. “What is she so upset about?”
“I don’t know,” Link said slowly as he stared after Zelda.
“Are you feeling okay?” Mipha asked.
Link turned his gaze back to her. “Yeah,” he said. “Just tired.”
Mipha smiled. “You should really stop falling asleep in class.”
Link returned her smile and shrugged with one shoulder. “Maybe. Must have been a dream or something.”
“Lunch?” Mipha followed him as he made his way back to his locker.
Link spun the dial quickly and lifted up on the handle, opening the door. He pulled out his bag and swung it over his shoulder before pushing the locker door closed once more. “I could eat,” he said.
Mipha moved to her own locker a few doors down and put her books and notebooks onto the top shelf, exchanging them for her own bag. She blew her bangs out of her eyes and closed the locker door, then returned to Link's side with a smile.
“What are you doing after school?” Link asked her. They walked side by side through the loud, crowded hallways towards the senior courtyard at the other end of the building.
“You can't copy my notes,” Mipha said dryly. “I need them to study.”
Link groaned loudly. “Come on,” he practically whined. “I'm gonna fail this class.”
“Maybe you should put more effort in to it,” she said, narrowing her eyes at him.
“Maybe you should be a good friend and let me copy off your test.”
Link grinned at her.
Link nodded. “That's why I have you.”
“I don't support this carefree life style.” She sighed. “What's your plan, anyway? Everyone else has started looking into colleges except you.”
“I don't need a mother, thank you,” Link muttered. “We're only juniors, what does it matter?”
“We had an entire assembly about this, Link,” Mipha reminded him. “Did you sleep through that, too?”
Link looked up thoughtfully, then shrugged. “Probably.”
“Have you even met with your guidance counselor?”
“What exactly do you think is going to happen after graduation?”
“I don't make it a habit of thinking that far ahead. Hell, I haven't even planned tomorrow's naps yet.” He grinned at her.
“You can't be serious about anything,” Mipha said, shaking her head.
“Life's too short.”
“For you, I'm sure it will be. You're gonna flip burgers, eat fried foods, and die before you hit thirty.”
“Sounds like a good plan.”
Mipha rolled her eyes and pushed open the double doors that opened into the senior courtyard. Across the way, lounging on one of the tables, was a small group of four seniors. The tall, gorgeous, dark skinned Urbosa sat on the edge of the bench with her legs crossed at the ankles, her skirt showing off her long legs. The incredibly buff Daruk wore his dark hair spiked as he typically did, his skin a few shades lighter compared to Urbosa. He stood before her with his arms crossed. And sitting on the table, their legs on the bench seat, were best friends Revali and Teba. Their lighter skin contrasted greatly against Urbosa and Daruk. Sunglasses shielded Revali's eyes, but Link could tell he was glaring at him the moment Mipha opened the doors. Teba, on the other hand, paid no mind to them, though Daruk and Urbosa turned to greet them, gesturing for them to approach.
“You know this is the senior courtyard,” Revali said with a slight snarl. “In other words, no juniors, no matter how special you think you are.”
Link ignored him and met Daruk's waiting fist bump. Revali and Teba parted slightly, allowing for Mipha to sit on the bench beside Urbosa, despite Revali's earlier comment.
“Give it a rest,” Urbosa said with a roll of her eyes. “Link and Mipha can hang out here whenever they want.”
Link grinned, then stuck his tongue out at Revali.
“That's so mature,” Revali muttered. He peered at Link over his sunglasses.
“Be nice to him,” Mipha said as she bit into her sandwich. “His usual fourth period nap was cut short today. He's a little cranky.”
“I'm not cranky,” Link said, folding his arms over his chest.
“He and Zelda had it out in the hallway.”
“Zelda?” Daruk repeated, turning to Link. “Since when do you talk to her?”
Link pulled his own sandwich out and took a bite. “I don't,” he said as he chewed.
“She was yelling at him for something,” Mipha explained.
“What did you do?” Urbosa asked Link, narrowing her eyes on him.
Link swallowed his bite. “Nothing!”
“Oh, I'm sure he did something,” Revali said. “This is Link we're talking about. He has such a way with the ladies, after all.”
“I think I'd know if I did something wrong,” Link muttered.
“Men never do,” Urbosa said.
“Whatever,” Link said. “She's crazy.” Maybe just as crazy as he was, considering they were the only two that seemed to have heard the voice. He turned back to his sandwich, and to his relief, the conversation switched to a new topic.
“Have you heard from any schools yet?” Mipha asked, turning to Urbosa.
“A couple of my bottom choices,” Urbosa replied. “But it's still early.”
“I'm sure you won't get a single rejection,” Mipha said with a smile. “They'll all be fighting over you.”
“I don't know about that,” Urbosa said.
“You're one of the highest ranked students in the school,” Daruk pointed out. “Of course they're going to fight over you.”
Urbosa rolled her eyes. “Yeah, but look at my competition.” She threw a thumb over her shoulder towards Revali. “I bet even Link ranks higher than that.”
Revali scoffed. “Grades don't matter anymore,” he said. “It's all about who you know. And I know people.”
“Right,” Urbosa said. “We'll see how that plays out for you.”
“I've already gotten one acceptance letter,” he said as he pushed himself off the table. “Early submissions pay off.”
“So, who's dick did you have to blow for that?” Teba said.
“My father -”
“Woah!” Daruk yelled, his arms in the air.
Revali glared at him, then continued. “My father's friends with the Dean.”
“The Dean's gonna regret that decision real quick,” Urbosa said to Mipha.
“While you're off doing boring lawyer stuff,” Revali said, “I'll be playing the stock game with a babe on each arm. They'll wear coats made of hundos and we'll sail off into the sunset on my massive yacht.”
“I'd say he's overcompensating,” Mipha said. Urbosa nodded.
“Come on, Teba,” Revali said. “Let's smoke this joint.”
Teba sighed. “You have such a Napoleon complex.”
Teba smiled and followed Revali. “It's okay, man. Ladies don't want men with brains.”
“Why are we friends with him,” Mipha said.
“Well, I liked Teba,” Daruk said.
“Why is Teba friends with him?”
“Teba and Revali go way back,” Urbosa said. “I think Teba is just stuck with being friends with him at this point.”
“They're in love,” Link said.
Daruk snorted. “Probably the only action Revali will get.”
“He's supposedly dating this girl at another school,” Mipha said.
“How do you know?” Urbosa asked.
Mipha raised a brow. “He told us yesterday.”
“Oh.” Urbosa turned her gaze up in thought. “I don't usually listen to him.”
“Someone should warn her that Revali's got a side guy,” Link said.
“Someone should tell Saki, too,” Daruk said.
“Teba and Saki are so cute together,” Mipha said. “For someone who's friends with Revali, he's a good guy.”
“Guess someone should break the news to Revali, then,” Urbosa said. “Teba will never leave Saki for him.”
“They're totally gonna get married,” Mipha said dreamily.
“Revali and Teba?” Link asked with a grin. Mipha threw her waded up trash at him and it hit him square in the chest, then fell to the ground.
“Revali has a girl friend before me,” Daruk muttered. “What has this world come to?”
“You're a catch, Daruk,” Mipha said. “You'll find the perfect girl before you know it.”
“Thank you, Mipha,” Daruk said sincerely. “I hope she's half as sweet as you.”
“And as long as you don't land a guy like Revali or Link,” Urbosa said to her, “you'll be all set.”
Mipha blushed and turned away, busying herself with her bag.
“Hey, I can be a catch, too,” Link said.
“Yeah, real catch,” Daruk said. “Ladies love scrawny high school drop outs.”
“There's more to me than that,” Link said.
Urbosa stood and put her hand on Link's shoulder. “Of course there is, Sweetie. But ladies want more than a big dick.” She winked at him and walked back towards the school.
“I'll take that as a compliment,” Link said proudly. “She wants me. I could get her.”
“You're a pig,” Mipha muttered.
“Good luck with that,” Daruk said. “She gives zero shits about men right now. And she's way out of your league.”
Link shrugged. Mipha pushed passed him with her bag in hand and waved over her shoulder. “See ya later,” she called to them.
“Wait a sec,” Link said. “She owes me notes.”
“Link,” Daruk started. “You can't expect Mipha to be your brains for the rest of your life. I love you, man, but get your shit together. You're better than that.”
“Thanks for the pep talk,” Link muttered.
“And I can't keep beating up bullies for you.”
“That was one time.”
Daruk made a muscle with his arm. “Get on my level, bro.”
From inside the school, the bell rang, signaling the end of their lunch period. Link sighed and threw his bag over his shoulder. “See ya later.”