13) Luck, Contest Submission Thread

[Existence: DENIED]

Thread for submitting all drabbles under the theme 'Luck' .

[CrazygurlMadness]

Cheater (217 words)
Nostrils flare, an accusing glare. “You cheated.”
“I think not.” A raised brow, a smug smirk.
Incomprehension, pursed lips. “No, you must have. I never lose at this.”
“Well, clearly you do.” Casual leaning back, patient indulgent smile.
A distant final tone, arms crossed. “You cheated.”
“I did not. See here, prove I cheated.” Leaning forward, pointed look, inviting smirk.
Splutter. “Well, I can’t possibly.”
“Oh?” Polite inquiry.
Gentle clearing of throat. “It would be improper to--”
“To come here and check if the penny is tampered with?” Kind proposal.
Primly. “Well, you’ve done it before.”
“Perhaps, but you suggest I’d cheat at heads or tails when we’re simply trying to decide if you should wear the red or black nightgown? I think you should be afraid of a different kind of foul play.” Entertained chuckle.
Dry look. “Thank you for the warning. And the red one is much too short. I refuse.”
“You would defy destiny and fate all at once? The penny has spoken.” Raised brows, held-back smirk.
Haughty. “Oh, I definitely would.”
“Darling, consider that luck had abandoned sweet little you for a very appreciative me.” Confidence, veiled anticipation.
Argumentative, disbelieving. “It can’t be. You must have--”
Mind-blowing, lingering kiss.
Soothed, pouting. “Cheater.”
“My Lady Luck has spoken. Now put on the red nightgown, sweetheart.”

[Angel Zelda]

Zelink Theme #13: Luck
Title: A Race on Horseback
Words: 104

Wind was whipping around Zelda’s face as she rode her white horse around the corral of Lon Lon Ranch. Link was behind Zelda and riding Epona. Zelda urged her horse to go faster. There was no way she was going to lose this race!

Finally, Zelda raced across the finish line (which happened to also be the starting line). She cheered loudly for herself as Link caught up to her.

“That was luck,” Link insisted playfully.

“It was skill,” Zelda countered, being just as playful.

“I demand a rematch.”

“It would be my pleasure, Link.”

Laughing, the two took off on their horses again.

[Alantie]

Theme #13: Luck
Words: 550
Title: Seven Years

Zelda had never believed in bad luck. She had never tossed spilled salt over her shoulder or avoided crossing paths with a black cat. She did not ever skip over cracks in the side walk or fear walking underneath a ladder. Bad luck – or luck of any sort- wasn’t ever something she believed it or even thought about. Until the day her world fell apart.

The sound of shattering glass made the young Princess whip around, her eyes wide with horror, a pained cry escaping her lips. She dashed across the room, falling to her knees as she stared at the shimmering fragments on the floor. The mirror that had hung over her small beautiful walnut vanity table since she was a tiny child had been jarred from its hook on the wall when she had slammed the door out of anger; once again her father had refused to listen to her desperate pleas regarding Ganondorf.

And now her childish temper tantrum had cost her.

Frantically, she reached down, uselessly trying to fit the fragments back together. Her slender fingers closed over a particularly jagged piece and a twinge of pain raced up her arm. In a numb haze of shock, the child stared through moisture blurred eyes as a ribbon of crimson liquid trickled across her pale palm.

Suddenly Impa was kneeling at her side, taking the broken piece of glass from her, lifting her small hand into her larger, more capable one. Zelda only watched dazedly as the woman wound a strip of bandage around the wound, tying it off deftly.

“Princess, are you alright?”

Zelda only managed a tiny nod, still staring down at the shattered mirror. “Its bad luck, isn’t it?” she asked in a small voice.

The Sheikah’s brow furrowed, and she hesitated before reluctantly answering. “Superstition claims it is so.”

The child didn’t seem to hear at first, her blue eyes staring blankly down at the ocarina she had withdrawn from the pocket of her gown. “How long?” she whispered.

Impa glanced away, a shiver winding its way down her spine. Her Princess had the gift of prophecy; she believed the girl saw what was to come. “Seven years.”

Zelda looked away, her small hands fisting despite her injury. “Seven years,” she repeated softly, a tear escaping her control and rolling down her rounded cheek.

Only hours later, they fled the castle, leaving behind the small green clad boy who had returned too late. It would be seven, long, tearful years until she would be reunited with him and her bad luck would at last come to an end.

Zelda had never believed in luck, bad or good- until it came crashing down on her and those she loved. She had brought it, and it was others who paid the majority of the price. But no more than Link. She lit a candle every night to light his way through the darkness. A prayer whispered for him to the Goddesses. Small amulets were tucked into his pockets when he was asleep or distracted. She would not allow her bad luck to harm him any further.

It was not until she revealed herself to him at last and saw the warmth and love in his eyes that she believed her luck had changed at last.