Fanfiction: "What the Water Gave Us"
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deemoyzaTitle: "What the Water Gave Us" (currently 7,633 words)
Chapters: 2/7
Fandom: The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time
Rating/Warnings: Teen and Up / Warnings for attempted infanticide, implied child abuse, character death, a child in peril
Characters: Original Characters
Summary: Rejected by her parents as an infant, Thipa is taken in by the blacksmith of Kakariko Village and raised as his own, on the condition that she never drink from the village's well. Though curious about it, Thipa initially obeys this condition; as she grows older, however, and life's challenges begin to mount, Thipa finds herself drawn ever closer to the well, and whatever dwells within it.
Chapter Summary: Though still not welcome by the entire village, Thipa has nonetheless found friendship and purpose there. And although Norak's admonitions about the well ring through her mind, she can't help but venture several glances at the water, especially after she hears the legend of its power.
Anju shook her head, then rummaged through her pocket and pulled out a handful of green Rupees. "Did you know this well grants wishes?" she said quietly. "Mama said an old man used to live here, in this very spot, and they dug the well right under his house. Some people think he's still down there, but he can't get out 'cause of all the water. So, we throw money and food into the water for him, and he gives us what we ask for." She tossed the Rupees into the well and watched them sink, her lips moving in a silent plea.
Thipa craned her neck, keeping her distance from the well as Norak had ordered her to do many times—the water was poisonous to outsiders, he told her—but she saw very little. "Does it work?"
"I hope so."
"What did you wish for?"
Anju glanced around, then leaned in even closer. "You can't tell anyone, okay? I wished that Rago would never leave. He always talks about taking off, but I want him to stay. I need him to stay, 'cause he's my big brother, and aren't big brothers s'posed to take care of their little sisters? I don't want him to leave."
"But what if he wants to?"
"Maybe the well will change his mind." Anju turned toward her house and squinted, as if listening for something. Then she nodded and gave a half-hearted grin. "Thanks for staying with me, Thipa. I think I'll go home now. See you tomorrow!"
Thipa watched her go, then ventured to peer inside the well. The Rupees had sunk far out of sight. Not even a sparkle; the well was deep enough that no light reached the bottom. Thipa shivered. If anyone lived down there, they must be cold and lonely. And maybe they were jealous, too, just a little bit jealous of her and Anju and the rest of the villagers, and of anyone else who walked in the sunlight.
Chapters: 2/7
Fandom: The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time
Rating/Warnings: Teen and Up / Warnings for attempted infanticide, implied child abuse, character death, a child in peril
Characters: Original Characters
Summary: Rejected by her parents as an infant, Thipa is taken in by the blacksmith of Kakariko Village and raised as his own, on the condition that she never drink from the village's well. Though curious about it, Thipa initially obeys this condition; as she grows older, however, and life's challenges begin to mount, Thipa finds herself drawn ever closer to the well, and whatever dwells within it.
Chapter Summary: Though still not welcome by the entire village, Thipa has nonetheless found friendship and purpose there. And although Norak's admonitions about the well ring through her mind, she can't help but venture several glances at the water, especially after she hears the legend of its power.
Anju shook her head, then rummaged through her pocket and pulled out a handful of green Rupees. "Did you know this well grants wishes?" she said quietly. "Mama said an old man used to live here, in this very spot, and they dug the well right under his house. Some people think he's still down there, but he can't get out 'cause of all the water. So, we throw money and food into the water for him, and he gives us what we ask for." She tossed the Rupees into the well and watched them sink, her lips moving in a silent plea.
Thipa craned her neck, keeping her distance from the well as Norak had ordered her to do many times—the water was poisonous to outsiders, he told her—but she saw very little. "Does it work?"
"I hope so."
"What did you wish for?"
Anju glanced around, then leaned in even closer. "You can't tell anyone, okay? I wished that Rago would never leave. He always talks about taking off, but I want him to stay. I need him to stay, 'cause he's my big brother, and aren't big brothers s'posed to take care of their little sisters? I don't want him to leave."
"But what if he wants to?"
"Maybe the well will change his mind." Anju turned toward her house and squinted, as if listening for something. Then she nodded and gave a half-hearted grin. "Thanks for staying with me, Thipa. I think I'll go home now. See you tomorrow!"
Thipa watched her go, then ventured to peer inside the well. The Rupees had sunk far out of sight. Not even a sparkle; the well was deep enough that no light reached the bottom. Thipa shivered. If anyone lived down there, they must be cold and lonely. And maybe they were jealous, too, just a little bit jealous of her and Anju and the rest of the villagers, and of anyone else who walked in the sunlight.
