Zelda's version

I looked for stories about Link, well, here comes Limp instead

Limp sat down on the stone. He was not tired, he just felt like it was about time he sat down for a bit. He had been walking up this, hill, for four hours now and had finally arrived at the cliffs that he had been looking at from the other side of the river for four months. The crumbled orange-brown walls of an ancient invader stronghold. Four months turned into four hours, that was alchemy, wasn't it? Maybe someone would give him a sword too then, soon. The Wise Woman had told him to bring water, but she was really just ten years older than him, how could she really be any wiser than him?! If she wasn't just lying about her age, to simply trick him into doing something he wasn't very sure that he wanted to do. He had given her a surface message once, his fingers kneading the soles of her feet, moving slowly up her calves and the thighs, "a ley line of Sophia has it's mirror in the energetic crossroads of your muscle and skin just here" he had told her, and wise as she was, she believed him. His skin turned into copper in the sun, while her skin was always the colour of chocolate. He liked to touch her skin, it was smooth and her lithe muscles were soft and she always told him "Don't TOUCH me, okay?!" except during the massage of course. But that time she had told him "There is... coconut oil on the table!" in a hurried, expectant and nervous voice. It hadn't really been a massage, but actually a message, from his unconscious to her body, his hands were two and they had five angels each. Each angel had brought it's own message, but they had all worked together over her chocolate skin climbing steadily upwards along those ley lines of her thighs.

He should have brought some water, it was warm and he had a need to cool down. Limp stood up again and turned upwards. There was another stronghold further up the hill.

Four more hours could have passed and he would be standing in a small gulley beneath a cliff face, orange brown, a crumbled entry to a cave in front on him. But he hadn't really explored this stronghold yet. He always looked ahead, he knew he had to remind himself of not doing that and instead find the hidden thing were he was. That priest of the traditional pattern had said that the light was right here, when he stepped up and away from some story that was trying to pull him away, and inside that light things came together in ways that he didn't even wish to find an explanation for.
Below the stronghold was an open plateau. The grass had turned itself into spun gold when the angel fingers of the sun had held it, and among the ancient olive trees that reclined there a little white house had been dropped through the light into this frozen fabric of stories.
As Limp at last stepped away from the goat's path onto the field on the plateau, he stumbled over a thick dry branch that was warning him that he was at the end of the path but he quickly caught hold of something in the air with his right hand and kept his balance. He turned and looked up the face of the old fortress wall. There was movement in one of the ancient windows. He felt a little flutter on the inside of his closed right hand. Maybe one of his angels there was reaching out towards the light. He looked up towards the ancient window again, and held up his hand and opened it. A small white butterfly got loose and swift as a swallow it went off towards the olive trees and was gone. Limp slowly followed as he was taking in the view of the valley below and on the other side of the river. As he got close to the frozen house of light with it's crumbled roof beams, a lithe woman with curly hair stepped into the doorway. She wore a dark blue dress with little flowers and small girls stitched on it.
"Hellooooee," she said. "I am Zelda!"
"Chocolate-Zelda?" he said with his left brow raised.
"Nooooee!" she said with her head tilted to his right. She turned and walked inside. She was sitting on a chair and picked up a bottle from the floor as he stepped inside. "Did you bring any water?" she said as she offered him the bottle.
"No"
"I knew that." She stood up from the chair as he held the bottle and stepped to the side. "Please sit down." She gestured to the chair. He sat down and started to take large swigs from the bottle. "Are you done? You are not the only one, in here. Who is thirsty, you knoooowee," she said with her head tilted to her left. He looked at her with his mouth closed and then put the bottle down on the floor next to the chair. She looked at the bottle and then at him with an eyebrow raised and sat down on her knees in front of him as he sat on the chair. She left her hand on top of his knee and looked at him, looked him in the eyes. Her eyes tried to shy away from his gaze but she managed to shift to his other eye and back, then she took his right hand and as she held his fingers in hers she said to him, "It is dangerous to go alone! Take this," and she opened his hand and was about to put something there, but he leaned forward to her and gave her eyes a little smile.
"No, it has to be free if it is to be together with me. That hand it may not be," and the angels of his left hand stepped aside like the curtain of a hidden alcove.
"How did you know?!" she said, as a little white butterfly tenderly walked across her fingers as his angels held them, into the palm of his left hand.