The all-text version of some comic book pages I wrote set in aftermath of The Ocarina Of Time. Thirteen years on from Link starting a relationship with Malon, his son is set to carry on in his life of adventure.

This story started out as an epilogue to "Malon's Song," which is located here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/25617269/ . But when all was finished it didn't really 'fit' with that tale, as it is NSFW. So here it is as its own piece. The title is an artifact of the original plan, though. I couldn't come up with anything better.

Like "Malon's Song' this was first an experiment in writing a comicbook. I've put up the pages (laid out in comic format without any art) on my Scraps folder, starting here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/25656461/

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Malon’s Song Of Parting
By: DankeDonuts
https://www.furaffinity.net/user/dankedonuts/


Dark clouds all but inundated the south of Hyrule Field, blowing in from Hyrule Lake. It was said there was a scent of malignance in the air in the grounds covered by their shadow. Yet at a humble ranch located roughly in the center of that field, the clouds had yet to overtake the sky above. Holding themselves in check, as though they were waiting for something. Or someone.

In Lon Lon ranch, of all places, there was the weight of destiny on the wind.

Within the ranch, there lay a white-walled house, with a roof of red tile. Within that, a mother and son stood before a well-worn table. Mallon unlocked a small chest, and began carefully sorting through its contents. The aged box was a good fit for the worn table it rested upon. The table, like most everything else in the ranch, had been inherited from her father, Talon. The chest and what it held were among all too few reminders of her husband, Link.

“Your father and I were together for such a short time,” she told Link’s other and greatest legacy. “Before he got pulled away into another quest. He returned to that awful Time Temple and disappeared.” The matron’s hands became as fists, digging into the skin of her palm. Spine stiff, shoulders clenched, she was very much aware that her son was standing just behind her. Hard as it was to do what she was doing, it had to be so. The rancher willed herself into better composure, and retrieved the item she was looking for.

“I never expected that you would be the one to take up his mission.” She turned back to her son, who was the spitting image if his father. Standing there in a green tunic and cap, he looked so very much like a twelve-year old boy from the forest who had come to Lon Lon Ranch, to claim a horse and steal away her heart forever. Only the bright orange hair peeking out from cap, his inheritance from Malon, detracted from the illusion. That, and the very different kind of love shared between mother and son.

“It’s dangerous to go alone,” she told him. “Take this.” Into his waiting hand she deposited a small slingshot. The wide-eyed boy held it up above his head to admire it, as if it were a great treasure. Which it certainly was to Mallon. She let him know why. “It was your father’s. He left it behind when he went away. He…”  Feeling her voice start to crack, Malon paused briefly. “He wanted to be the one to teach you how to use it.”

The boy looked downward, the weapon following his harms low to the ground. When he looked up again, tears in his eyes, he rushed to close the distance between himself and his mother. Malon knelt down, to share a silent embrace, and the tears finally flowed.

Minutes, or a lifetime, later, she was seeing her child off. Out of the door to the ranch house he’d grown up in. Into the wide-open world and but the first steps of his journey.

“Go east. To the Kukuri forest,” she told him. He final advice before the trials ahead. “Find the fey-folk who raised your father and seek their aid. You can do this.”

At the very end of the walkway, the threshold of Hyrule Field, the lad turned back to look upon his mother one more time. They waved at each other. With a proud smile, Mallon whispered, “Farewell, my son.”