4A 5-chapter piece of writing from my old fanfiction account, with only small changes (such as word order or word choice).
This story has spiritual description and a new style of writing that I was trying out. Notably short instalments. The plot follows Saria as she is alerted to how she is a Forest Sage, right up until meeting Link again~ Hints of Saria/Link paring, for three reasons: both people are contradictory (Saria is a child yet of an elderly person's wisdom, while Link is a young adult yet has a mind that is still that of a notably brave, but lacking-understanding-of-adult-life little boy), that they were friends first, and finally the quandary of never being anything more than friends as Saria shall never age. Anyway, my reasons to like that slight-paring aside... Let's begin.
Introduction
Normally Saria's nightmares were of nonsense, such as screaming sounds, somehow-fanged purple plants or perhaps wolfos' wails chasing and biting her heels as she scurried away from their snapping jaws. However, one night's horror was scarily vivid, though surreal, and held her beloved wood as its stage.
She was seeking her own song as each note shivered the leaves of the trees that surrounded her in every step –when she slipped into spinning. Following her spirals, a blizzard of quivering branches rose from all angles and caught her in a cage of entanglement. The roughness tangled in the locks of her hair, which in that touch of brambles began to grow to gain stems to connect her green tresses to the tree twigs. The hair tendrils turned to leaves, her eyes suddenly shone as clear green with chlorophyll, and the smells of growth and verdant greenery swapped her Kokiri blood and body for sap and a hollow wood trunk.
The vibration feelings of her changes increased until the billow of wind about her wore away the wood enclosure, the sky and reality itself until there was only a world of ultimate whiteness. Alone, though not weakened for it, her song played on until shuddering ripples skimmed the surface of the white.
Then another song, one of soothing and royalty, raised to form a symphony with the sound of hers and soon a image, which had been faded to become part of the white world, shone with true vibrancy. The image was the depiction of a triangle formed by three others creating the corners. It held as hovering before and within Saria, as perfection and power... Purity, but then the picture melted into transparent droplets, as if crying in pain, which splashed like rain upon a floor that was uncovered by each puddle. The white Innocence was so easily able to be washed away.
Only then was it visible that she was back in the forest. Surrounding her, however, was death: darkness, outlines of grey singed trunks and the stench of black ash from the remaining smouldering of a fire, which apparently once ago decimated the tangible trees –and so tainted even Saria's memories of them. Her eyes watered with both the smell's potency... and with a profound inability to ever accept the agony with which the souls of the now non-place were still screaming.
A tear slipped off her cheek, only to catch in its fall and hover before her eyes. The tear reflected back to her how her once-navy irises had now turned to utter grey, just as had the forest. For a mouth to gape within the teardrop suddenly, containing ragged-tip teeth lacquered with drool. As that eyeless horror leapt towards her, so to envelop and dissolve all life that somehow remained lingering within—
Saria awoke unable to breathe, without the inclination to inhale. Aloe seemed to still be beating about her body rather than blood, and that spectre of Evil most pure and destructive was before her as an echo. The forest girl did not contemplate herself, however. She did not see the surroundings of her home, for the wood's still reverberating screams were the focus of her world. She knew she was needed.
Leaving the Kokiri behind, Saria slipped into the night and headed up to the ledges of the way to the Lost Woods... though she most definitely stalled and stared towards the houses of her friends. The Kokiri were all sleeping in depth and silence. She stared until it pained her eyes and insides.
Saria turned and continued to the source of 'the calling' once a blink broke her before the notion of leaving could do so. She left alone, for them.