A Novel Hylian Concept

Rarity was finally in her bed. It had been a long day. She woke up yet again in a panic at the smell of smoke, which she should have known was Sweetie Belle in the kitchen. After forcing down her sister's semi edible quisine, she went to work on her dresses. As it were, an important event was coming up in Ponyville, and many ponies were coming to her shop for dresses.

It was a long day for Rarity as she sewed, and cut pieces to sew with. She didn't complain one bit, and felt very proud of it. So, around noon, she flipped the sign for her shop to closed and went to Sugarcube Corner, and it was thirty minutes of talk with Pinkie Pie before her growling stomach reminded her to order something to eat. Munching on her muffin as she walked back, the most unruly little colt splashed her hooves as he ran by, getting them filthy with dirt and debris from plants.

She grumbled to herself as she walked back to Carousel Botique, ready to wash her hooves and get on with the day her patience was running out for. Upon walking in, she was greeted by a large mess left by three fillies she decided she wasn't in the mood to call out for it. Instead, she cleaned it, and then her hooves, and then got back to work.

She was now hungry from all of the cleaning, and instead of walking all the way back out again, she raided her fridge, making a daisy sandwich. Eating took the edge off of her nerves, and she got back to making dresses, along with the suit for the occasional stallion. Some of them were quite charming. None single though. Not that she minded. She was fine here, with her job and her sister.

Eventually, toward closing time, a pony walked in that she was very familiar with. Fluttershy had come to ask why Rarity had missed her day off. (If- If she was willing to tell. She didn't have to...) Rarity hadn't realized! She looked at her calendar and sure enough, it was Sunday. She had gone to work on a Sunday! She was flustered by this, but held it in, not wanting to explode in front of Fluttershy. The anger at her own mistake gave way to a melancholy. Eventually, after talking, Fluttershy left. Rarity was just tired at this point, but it was only seven. And somepony had to cook dinner.

She carefully perfected all of the ingredients, placed the food perfectly, and called Sweetie Belle down for dinner. She was surprised when two other fillies came down with her. How had they been so quiet?! Turns out, they had tried to get thier cutie marks in being quiet. She asked what the cutie mark would look like for a pony whose talent was being quiet, and Scootaloo said hopefully a ninja.

Rarity at that point told them all that being quiet might make for a decent talent, tricking them all into being quiet once again. Then, she finished her meal, locked her doors, put the rather restless fillies in Sweetie Belle's room, called the family members of the two visitors to tell them about thier whereabouts, and finally walked up to her room. Her bed.

Sweet, warm welcoming bed, begging her to go to sleep. She was practically begging along with it. She wriggled under the covers as carefully and precisely as possible, and here she was! Bed. Time to sleep. As sleep took her, she could practically feel herself falling into a warm embrace. It was relaxing. She calmly turned from her side to her back and smiled as the bed felt like nothing but air.

It felt like she had only been out a few seconds when she felt herself get dumped onto cold hard rock. It jolted her awake fast, because it hurt. She sat there a moment, slowly rolling over as the last of sleep left her, and inhaled a sharp breath as she rubbed a newly forming bump on the back of her head. Luckily, her mane hid it. She stood up, shook her head, and opened her eyes, expecting to see Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, or some other trickster.

Instead, she opened her eyes to a sky the color of bronze with no sun. Black and red clouds dotted it and it got darker as she looked up, more golden the closer to the horizon things got. It was like sunset all around her.

"Hello?" She called, wary of her surroundings "Where am I?" She turned to a sound in a forest of dead trees behind her, and was met by a giant pig faced bipedal creature in armor holding a spear. It walked towards her, menacingly, and she backed up, getting ready to bolt.

* * *

It just so happened that a certain young man had woken up in the light world, donned his hat, and was setting out to the dark world to further his dangerous quest. He looked in his mirror, and bang. He was there.

"Here we are! The dark world!" he said to himself, before something white caught his eye. At first he thought it was that wierd demon guy kicking around the white ball guy again. Instead, he saw a Moblin holding a terrified looking pony by the tail. She was screaming and her legs were running in the air as the creature gently poked her side with it's magic returning spear. Not cool!

So he kicked his whirlwind boots into high gear and sprinted at supersonic speed, slashing the moblin as he went by. It dropped the pony, now severely wounded, and dull as it was, didn't even see Link go by. Now enraged, it picked the pony up in it's hand, brought her to it's face and growled as she screamed and struggled.

* * *

Rarity was fully freaked out now. Something had just made this thing mad, and it was mad at her for it. As it snarled and brought her closer to it's face, she shut her eyes and prepared for the worst, right as it's growl cut off. They both looked down to see the tip of a sword poking through it's belly. It looked back up, seeming stunned, before bursting into ash.

She was coated in the stuff! she tried to wipe it off, but it was warm and clung to her, and, and...

"UUUUGGGgghhhhhh!" she exclaimed as she started to freak out.

* * *

Link sat there watching akwardly as the pony freaked out on the ground, trying to wipe the ashes off of herself.

"It only comes off with water, you know." at this, the pony froze and stared up at him. At first, she looked curious. Then suspicious. Then she stared with disgust at his hat.

"What in CELESTIA are you wearing on your head?"

Link picked her up, took her back to the light world, and washed her off in the nearest stream, much to her protest.

"My mane, you'll ruin my mane!-" Splash, "-Stop that! Oh my, how am I to curl it here?-" Splash, "-I said stop!" He did. "Put me down this instant, you ruffian!" Ruffian? Link had never considered himself a ruffian. That statement hurt. He gently set her down, and sat down, quietly staring at her. "What is wrong with you?"

That did it. "Nothing is wrong with me, stop complaining! First you insult my lucky hat, then you get mad at me for helping you wash off that ash, and then something is wrong with me? What is your problem, lady?"

"Rarity is my name, not 'Lady.' Please, refer to me as Rarity and stop whining!"

Link's voice got higher pitched and more nasal as he stuck his chin up in defiance. "THIS is WHINING! Oh, I saved you by killing that monster, how RUUDE! Why are you yelling at me, it's giving me a headache, I want to go home but I'm an outlaw, oh, woe is me, I have it SOO hard!"

Rarity was about to make a comeback when suddenly she paused. She had said something a lot like that once. His manner of speech right there reminded her of her. "I think we got off on the wrong hoof. Hello sir, my name is Rarity. Thank you for saving me." She used her magic to carefully dry off and style her mane. It wasn't perfect, but it worked.

"You can use magic! A magic pony!" He looked at her flank. "There are three rupees on your haunch! Were you sent by the goddesses to aid me in my quest to kill the dark lord Ganondorf?"

Rarity struck a face. "Huh?"