Legend of Linkle: Chibi Great Adventures
Linkle: Assassin of the Precursor, Descendant of That Same Contriver
Tingle looked down upon the world, and saw Hyrule in the green orb that sat upon his table. The crystal ball had taken on that color after the prophecy of the Goddess Sword was fulfilled, and he bound his soul to the place that the Hero would travel to defeat Demise for the second and first time. The contradictions of time space were clear to Tingle, his mind able to comprehend it as no mortal before, because his soul was as a fairy, charged to aid the Hero. He smiled. Like the gods, the Great Fairies were left with few choices to aid the Hero in, and all the immortals knew and saw the future he would create, but he was a necessary evil for them.
He saw a time where the Hero would not be born into, the Age Without the Hero, the Age of Choice, in which the dark fairy Tingle, who would be long cast down from his place and several times reborn, would be able to influence, the day when he would, at long last, reclaim his birthright and become the Dark Fairy Prince, but before then, he would safeguard a descendant with a fraction of his power, born of cursed blood from a blessed beginning, to grant him his choice, to put the power to Become into his hands! And the Rite of Becoming would give him such power, that Demise would give him his dark blessing!
Tingle clasped his hands tightly and set his plans into motion.
Just as predicted, he strayed after the prophecy fulfilled and was shot down, his greatness sealed somewhere, but his bloodline would be the key to unlocking it. Oh, yes, Tingle had but collect power from Rupees—how the foolish mortals used that power as currency made his blood boil—and bide his time.
Thousands of years passed. How ironic, that one called wicked by the gods could be as patient as a saint. Several times he was forced to shed his skin, thoroughly convinced that he wanted to be a fairy, and wanted to make maps, he forgot his choice, and was stuck with the consequences. Of course, he knew that would happen, and then he would remember and that would be it, he would gather Demise into his arms, and absorb him, and become a god, then—using Demise's to help him reach such a point memory—fight and slay every god and every god that became mortal, and their descendants, and then obliterate the authority of races and let monsters rule the world.
But something happened, his bloodline was cursed to be like him, to want to be like the Hero, but the Hero was confused by Tingle's lives as a fairy, which completely threw his purpose, apparently his blood was the same, born with such potent potential, Linkle could strike down the Golden Goddesses or enslave them and turn them on their creation if she so wished, but instead...instead she rebelled against her purpose and chose to fight as the Hero, wanting not to be like him in power or origin, but in deed and spirit.
And so she did, to Tingle's chagrin.
"Linkle," Tingle marched up to her, green fire in the footprints he left, a green light emanating from his form—he was more powerful just in her presence, the wait to see what he could do with that power sent chills along his skin—and he held out his hand in offering, "fight alongside me, together we can rule, as father and daughter...great-great-great-great times a thousand times grandfather."
"W-what?" Linkle reached down and pulled her crossbows from their place on her boots, "Who are you and what do you mean?"
"I am Tingle, a fairy cursed and blighted until now, an ancient prophecy foretold this era...there is no Hero here...only choice." fire erupted from his offered hand and her smiled wickedly, "The choice is yours, aid me, or yield the power of your soul to me!"
"Um, I hate to burst your bubble, but I actually am the Hero!" Linkle replied cheerfully, and pointed her thumb to the compass hanging from her neck...or at herself. Tingle couldn't tell.
"Aw, as defective as I'd hoped." Tingle mused, as a red balloon inflated behind him and lifted him in the air. He wouldn't need balloons to fly after this.
"Did you say 'effective', because you didn't sound like it, I could've sworn that was an insult!" Linkle's narrowed eyes bespoke the understanding she had. Just like Tingle, she understood things easily...one way to know.
"Oh, well, then, prove it...read this book!" Tingle smiled as he handed it to her, and he tested her later. The test took days, but she answered his questions with a hundred percent accuracy.
Perfect, that meant he could absorb her power.
Except...he couldn't! He didn't know why, but after trying to absorb her soul, he was attacked by her and she shot his balloon. At least apparently it hurt and perhaps weakened her, so he focused on hurting her by trying to absorb her soul, which might end up yielding her soul in the end.
Tingle fell to her skills, though, and his power drained from him into a powerful relic shaped as a heart, which she absorbed by holding upright.
"Tell me, how is it that your mind didn't shatter and you didn't burst into flames from the knowledge of the book, yet you weren't absorbed instantly even though you comprehended the book?" Tingle inquired.
"I don't know, to be honest, I couldn't really wrap my head around what the 'multiverse' theory was, and I don't know what defines 'space time', and I also don't know what a 'prescience orb' is, or how the 'time curving gravity manipulation device' allowed the right hand of the Demon King Demise to take the Goddess Reborn to the past...or how any of that works...and you never explained what the 'quantum mechanic' thing is, I'm just glad I didn't have to know that stuff to pass!"
"What?! Demise's soul...of course! That book wasn't for the uninitiated! You understand how it works, yet not the basic mechanisms...which meant you aren't of use to me until you learn it so I can take possession of your soul, reclaim my former glory, and destroy the universe!"
"Whoa! Grumpy...someone needs to be sealed!"
"Did you seriously yell-" Tingle interrupted her with a body slam, but the gold light from her compass burned him, he couldn't alter his course because of the quantum path he generated that allowed him to "home in" on his target, though he reached escape velocity anyways, so he was going to hit her anyways...he just didn't want to risk a miss.
The compass somehow disrupted that path and accelerated him in the other direction, leaving the mortal unharmed and him on his back.
"Finishing blow!" Linkle yelled, and jumped up into the air, her bows building power as she spun through the air and then crashed on him. The impact from the bows blasted his energy field containment—his body—and sent his soul scattering, then blasting back to the impact center, the last thing he heard as his soul was pulled into the Nopeverse—from which the arrowheads used by Linkle to kill him same from—was Linkle's voice. Perfect irony, he thought, with a smile.
"Requiescat in pace...precursor." Linkle whispered as she held her fading ancestor.
After he was gone, Linkle rose as she pulled her hood up, and walked away.
Mini Author's Notes: Special thanks to mysteriousguy898 for this one! He came up with the wicked theory that Linkle was Tingle's descendant, and I used it as the center for this mini fic! Also, the Nopeverse is something that developed while private messaging.
Of Linebeck's Greatest Invention.
Linkle drew up a lot of silly things in her early childhood, but hr teenage years did have some more interesting than bizarre ideas, but even to her they seemed too fantastic.
Linebeck, though, was a genius. Which explained his egocentricity, and he knew it; but he knew he was a genius and proved it or asserted it and convinced people it was real.
One day Linkle decided to go through some old artwork, and brought the old stuff to Malron, who was trying to sweep the mayor's lodge's kitchen, "Hey, Malron, look at this!"
Malron turned and sighed, "Linkle, pretty busy...oh, what's that?"
Linkle grinned as Malron's interest in the folder she carried reached critical levels, "Come on! Sit down with me!"
Malron was almost done...but at this rate she'd have to pick up tomorrow, unless her dad miraculously came back from harvesting mushrooms in the woods and delivering milk, in which case he would be home in time for dinner and she wouldn't have to go retrieve him. She just prayed to the Golden Goddesses that he didn't get those two mixed up, or not only would he deliver the milk first, but if he fell asleep for hours at a time during both chores, he would also be in the woods come nightfall, and she'd prefer him to camp inside the castle.
After thinking about it, she'd rather pick up tomorrow than refuse Linkle so she left the broom where it was. She borrowed it from the resident apothecary and had two days to use and return it before the master potion mixer retrieved it herself...or sent her not so masterful apprentice to fetch it.
"So, what's this?" Malron asked, pushing her worries to a side of the mental table where they'd be overshadowed by her curiosity.
"You don't remember?" Linkle asked, "Gust...come on, you can do this!"
Malron did remember.
"It's so boring, why'd I have to sweep?" Linkle demanded.
"Well, I moped, and now I'm dusting, so why are you complaining?" Malron wondered.
"It's still so boring and tiring, and the floor's just going to get messy all over again!" Linkle pointed out.
"Look, as annoying as it is, it's not like some gust will bellow through the windows and send this stuff out through the door!"
"Gust bellows...you were so difficult back then." Malron laughed.
"True...I just wanted to play with the cuccos...that's why I do my job so well!" Linkle beamed with pride as she thought of the fine work she did with tending her cuccos.
"You do. So, what are you going to do with all this stuff?"
"I don't know...I guess I'll let Linebeck use his pulp machine to turn this paper back into pulp to be turned into paper again." Linkle sighed.
"You know we can hang it, frame it." Malron suggested.
"Nah, I've got my memories in here." Linkle pointed at her head and then frowned and pointed at her heart, "Or here? Hmm, I'll ask Linebeck sometime."
"I like to think that you feel the memory in your heart and see it with your eyes." Malron smiled, "But you'll really donate all your doodles like that?"
"Well...I had fun while it lasted, but this stuff just hangs around, and I don't need this to remember that I had fun, I'd rather live in the present, where the action's at!" Linkle slammed her fist into her palm, and then looked down to find she tore a hole in the body of the gust bellow's concept art, "Eh, I was clingy before...I can let this go now, though, and besides, Linebeck's invention will keep the forests from being chopped down for more paper, which means more time for trees to grow, it's like the cute little birds have more home locations, plus we got that much more firewood for winter!"
Malron smiled. Linkle really had grown up, but then, she imagined she did, too, she just noticed it less, "I'm glad you feel that way, I'll also remember your crazy ideas...come on, let's go visit Linebeck."
Malron decided to forget sweeping altogether and went to Linebeck's store with Linkle, and found Talron asleep in the fields, so lugged him into the carriage and left him outside the castle gates with one of the notes Malron had written before in anticipation of this kind of situation, then strolled back to the plaza and found Linebeck's store.
"We have to stop by the bakery on our way back," Linkle commented, "it's been a while since I had something sweet."
"Two nights ago I baked a pie, remember?" Malron remarked.
"Exactly, forty-eight hours is way too long!" Linkle sighed, "Nine hours is bad enough."
Malron chuckled, opened the door, and nudged Linkle through the doorway, "Fair point, after this I'm getting a pastry." something her dad wouldn't sneak into the kitchen to eat as a midnight snack, but she would bring him something.
"Linebeck!" Linkle called out, "Here, remlit, remlit!"
"Linkle, he's not a remlit...besides, those things went extinct thousands of years ago, if we even know for certain that they existed!" Malron sighed, "But if they did exist, we really should have brought them back, early records indicate they were cute."
Linebeck ran into the room from a doorway to the side and greeted the girls, "My favorite costumers! Got any sand? I just realized that I running out for glass, so it'd be very fortunate!"
"Sorry, how many this time?" Malron inquired, "Same as last?"
"Yes! I'm on the verge of a better mixture that'll enhance the durability of my bottles!" Linebeck turned back to the girls after quickly straightening the ship in a bottle he was working on for Aryll, whenever she came back, "Oh, uh, why are you two here, again?"
"Paper!" Linkle replied, presenting the short stack to him.
"Oh, great, this plus my other reams should be enough for the first trial run!" Linebeck cried, accepting the stack and turning to leave with it, "Oh, uh, and I suppose you saw the sign up front, a green Rupee for every couple of sheets, so bring back anymore for a quick Rupee, looks like you gave me ten...eleven, hmm, hmm...fourteen, okay...some of these are stuck."
"Yeah," Linkle blushed and chuckled nervously, "funny thing about paint...it doesn't dry, I was eight when I learned that. I can't even remember what I drew."
"You were into finger paints at the time." Malron remarked, "One was stick figures of you, your sister, your grandma, and me and my dad, the other two were boats."
"Right, I remember...I drew you and you thought your hair was supposed to be on fire." Linkle recalled.
Linebeck pulled out a blue Rupee and two green ones, and handed them to Linkle, "Thanks for contributing to my research, kid...oh, and, uh, what's this?"
Linkle turned to the drawing of the gust bellows and she laughed, "Gust bellows, Linebeck, they blast air through the narrow end and out the funnel, something I named after something Malron said one time."
"You know, this could work! Come back in a week, and bring the old hag who's broom you borrow all the time!" Linebeck laughed, "Oh, and the sand, too!"
A week later and Maple Syrup's owner and her apprentice followed Linkle and Malron to Linebeck's shop.
"Glad you could all make it!" Linebeck cried, standing gleefully in the middle of the plaza, which attracted much attention, "Behold, my greatest invention! The gust bellows!"
The old lady with them whacked Linebeck upside the head, "That was the cucco girl's idea!"
"Ow...I know, but I invented a way for it to work, hence 'invention', witch."
Another whack, "That's Miss Witch!"
"Ow, Miss Witch, stop hitting me! I'm warning you, I'll press charges!" Linebeck hated threatening someone's money, and hated having to reschedule because of legal reasons.
Almost another whack, but Syrup's apprentice stayed her hand, "Hey, no need to whack his brain bruised, you know? We kind of need him to have a fully functioning noggin, or we'll be out of bottles for potions and start having to make people bring their old bottles!"
The master witch considered it, the nodded, Maple let go of her hand, and then Linebeck and Maple both got a whack.
"Now, if that's enough violence for today," Linebeck growled, "could I please have a volunteer for this vehicle?"
"Vehicle?" Linkle parroted.
"Yes, I'm glad you asked, young lady!" Linkle lost Linebeck at "glad you asked", and wondered if Syrup gave him amnesia at "young lady", but before she could ask, Linebeck carried on, "This is a viable replacement for brooms! A powerful gust that is a broom, except a hundred times bet-"
Linkle winced Syrup whacked Linebeck upside the head with her broom, and then grabbed the gust bellows and pulled the lever after aiming for Linebeck, who almost got a chance to ask what she was doing before he landed in the water, "Wow, powerful and intuitive!" Syrup smiled and held her thumb up.
"Uh...you know, you're selling it, Miss Syrup." Maple remarked.
"That's right ladies and gentlemen, it's so intuitive, even that old hag who never leaves her cave can use it!" Linebeck shouted, climbing up the port and coughing up water.
"Let me help you dry of, Sonny." Linebeck almost didn't look up in time to get blasted with a gust of wind, and hand to hold onto the space between the planks to stay out of the water, "Wow, floating like a flag! So much power, all in the pull of a lever!"
"T-that's right, and only five hundred Rupees!" Linebeck yelled.
"All this power can be mine for just five hundred Rupees?!"
"That's right, just f-five hundred Rupees!"
"Give me, Syrup!" Maple pulled the machine out of Syrup's hands and shut the device off.
"And look how efficiently it dries clothes!" Syrup yelled.
"Actually, they would have dried like that anyways." Maple muttered.
"Works like a charm!" Syrup chirped.
"You heard it here first!" Linebeck straightened the wrinkles in his clothes and approached the witches, but Syrup's smile filled him with apprehension, "And this woman knows her charms."
"Sure do, but I also know a little about science." Syrup smiled, "After all, some magic is just science we don't understand!"
"I resent that!" Linebeck crossed his arms like he was five and then his jaw dropped as Syrup—who had taken the gust bellows and flipped it so Maple was holding it funnel end down, then pushed the lever up, which blasted Maple and the gust bellows up.
"Wow, it really is better than a broom!"
Mini Author's Notes: A reference to the vacuum cleaner that Maple rides in OoA and OoS, and the not very conventional uses of the gust bellows from Skyward Sword...also, Syrup will refuse to pay for that gust bellows.
The World's Greatest Hero
Linkle walked the hottest desert and the coldest desert, climbed the highest mountain and stumbled through the thickest jungle, swam the wide ocean and fought countless beasts, it all led to this moment!
There was a starving captain who needed a bottle of Malron's homemade soup, and it was personal, for that captain was Linkle's sister, Aryll.
It was obvious she hadn't eaten in a long time, she was scraggly and had five hundred hour shadow, which was strange because she wasn't a man. Upon closer inspection Linkle realized the fierce and hardy captain was not indeed sporting any facial hair, but an actual shadow on her face at five hundred hours that did it's best to look like facial hair.
"Aryll, I've got you covered!" Linkle cried over the raging winds. Aryll was on her back outside the village, "Aryll, don't worry!"
"What?!" Aryll sat up and rubbed her eyes, "Linkle, what are you doing?!"
"I'm saving you! Here, soup!" Linkle held out the bottle and Aryll rolled her eyes.
"This is most unnecessary." Aryll remarked sternly, but she couldn't be serious for long, after all, her older sister was someone she looked up to, and if Linkle smiled then it was only a matter of seconds before it spread from one end of the room to the other, especially if that room only consisted of her or Malron, Linkle's smile was especially potent when she had one person to infect, "Thanks, Big Sis, but really, don't worry about me."
"That's like telling Zoras not to swim! Gorons not to roll! Kokiri to not be childish!" Linkle thought about that a moment and pulled out her map, "Whoops, I don't know where that last one came from."
"Yeah, yeah, I get the idea, it's in your nature." Aryll sighed.
"Exactly, you're looking at the number one Hero, assigned by the gods to save the world and get things done!"
Aryll wasn't sure about being the actual Hero, but Linkle would always be the Hero of Kakariko to her. Not that she would fuel her sister's ambitions, but it wasn't like Linkle would actually need to try to be the Hero, "You and your delusions of grandeur."
"Come on, Scraggly, Malron has food and a good captain can't sail on an empty stomach!" Linkle didn't have to drag Aryll along, she just wished one day to be like Linkle.
Mini Author's Notes: Alright, we're looking at possibly a bunch more of these things in the future, and your suggestions are always welcome!