Disclaimer: I do not own the wonderful masterpiece that is LOZ
Greetings everyone, this story is paying homage to all the Zelda game in the twilight princess world, I actually got inspired a couple of years ago before twilight princess made its release, only getting inspiration on the screen shots. It made the story all the more vivid when I actually played the game, at first it was going to be somewhat of a love story but it soon evolved into something more. Mostly all the characters are in the story only years older, now the prologue is a bit sad, but I can assure you my dear readers the story dose get happy like I always say there is a method to my madness. Well I hope you enjoy and in the words of the occoco: without further ado let begin shall we!
Prologue
The Arbiters grounds, a place that once housed the most infamous of criminals in Hylian history now stood quiet and foreboding. Its memory keeping it a float by the legends whispered through imparted lips of the ones that knew the horror and punishments that seeped through the cracks like blood. It had been ten years since he had been there, ten years since both princesses coiled themselves into his life both light and dark. Though she destroyed all passage and communication to her world, Midna failed to her erase her memory from his heart. He still felt that tenderness when he thought of her feisty spirit, he wouldn't have doubted that in time he would have fallen for her if she stayed. Perhaps that was the one of many reasons why he fell for Zelda, because she reminded him so much of her or perhaps it was something deeper than that. He remembered the trance like pull he felt when he first saw those sad soft eyes gazing at him through the course fabric of the burial cape those eyes tempered out like cold water, the fierce wildness of the beast he had become. And also, he felt another feeling that he had never in his life felt. He felt embarrassed before, he had the scrapes and bruises of being a rancher to prove that, but right at that moment with those blue eyes staring at him he had never felt such shame for what he had become.
A sudden jerk awoke him from his brooding. The horse he had borrowed from one of his men hoofed at the sandy of the entrance, its soft mane fanning wildly around as it snorted impatiently at the wooden gate. A lopsided smile stretched across his dry lips at the horse's antics. Sighing, Link jumped down and grabbed the key that was on his neck by a leather strap with one hand while wiping the sweat that was creeping down his dusty brow with the other free hand. He had forgotten how unnaturally hot the Gerudo desert got during the first months of spring and already he was beginning to miss the bite of winter on his nose, especially when he would plunge his raw bloody war weathered hands into the snow, welcoming the numbness that came to ease the pain and slightly tingeing the snow with a pleasant grapefruit pink that didn't quite match the carnage of the war torn fields that he and his men ploughed through mercilessly. He never once regretted accepting the position of the captain in the Hylian army. After her position as queen was solidified, Zelda didn't waste any time in making much needed changes starting with the military. With a rather generous salary, the former captain was excused of his duties; it also didn't take long for word to reach Link that the queen of Hyrule had requested and audience with him.
A little over two months in his journey to be precise, he has just turned in for the evening in a cozy inn that he had saved from a marauding band of pirates. Thankful and refusing no for an answer, Harmon and Gertha, the kindly couple that owned the inn, invited him to stay free of bored. Stretching his aching bones on the cool soft covers, he was beginning to doze off when he heard a slight tap on the window. He ignored it at first; there was an old tree outside of his window after all, then he heard it again a bit louder and clearer. Reluctantly leaving his soft, warm bed he made his way to the window and opened it. The cool blast of night air greeted his warm skin as he looked down to see if someone was playing a practical joke; it wasn't until he saw slight movement out of the corner of his eye that he noticed a little white dove huddled at the edge of the window. He thought it weird for the little fella to be out in the cold like this and then he noticed a letter tied around its little foot that bore the triforce insignia. It all made sense, these were the Hylian doves that he'd hears about, the ones that were specially breed to deliver and receive messages, the doves were used to humans so it didn't take long for it to perch on Link's outstretched finger cooing contentedly as its little cold talons wrapped themselves around his warm skin. Then gently closing the window with the other hand, he made his way to the wooden table and fed his little guest pieces of the baguette he had brought earlier in the market place. Then he sat at the other end and began reading:
To the hero Link,
It is at my request that I seek audience with you so that we may discuss matters of the most important degree.
Signed,
The Queen of Hyrule
Simple as that, it held no familiarity. That however didn't keep him from packing first thing at dawn and riding with dove on his shoulder back to Hyrule and accepting the open position without hesitation. Unfortunately, he didn't know how damn hard it would be winning the trust of the new and older recruits; they were the sons of lords and ladies that saw him as merely a rough and tumble farmhand who got lucky at saving the land by namesake only. Nevertheless, after weeding out the few impossible ones and focusing more on the discipline and strategy of combat, the quality of the nights began improving by leaps and bounds making it the largest militia in the history of Hyrule since the Great War, everything he had done for her.
The slight jangle of discarded glass on the ground told him he was reaching the mirror chamber, the empty horse's harness dragged along some fragments in a small precision behind him; he had let the horse go when he finished opening the gate. He removed the harness and gently told it to leave; it obliged calmly, quietly melting into the desert sun. It would have been a lot harder if it was Epona, as he remembered the frantic whinnying and banging coming from the stable door he had locked her in. Collin and Illia would take care of her now; they loved her dearly and Collin needed a new horse. After all, the horse that Rusl had left him was getting on in years. Rusl and Uli, they would have been so proud to see the fine warrior and loving guardian he had grown up to be, to both his now ten year old sister Myrna and his baby brother Erra. Uli died shortly after the birth of Erra and Rusl followed soon after that from the many complications of old war injuries but then again, so was the life of a warrior. It wasn't that he didn't love Epona, oh he did. He simply knew it wouldn't matter anymore. He slumped down on the steps of the mirror chamber and looked up at the empty arc that reminded him of the fragile delicate hands he'd always loved to kiss and clasp in his. He breathed in the dry, arid heat until it filled his lungs with warmth and wordlessly and mechanically his finger grazed the long piece of broken mirror shard that lay next to him.
He never felt pain really, as he plunged the shard deeply in his chest. He just felt numbness come over him like a trance, the glistening of the mirror shard blinding him momentarily. Images, moments of his childhood and youth flashed before him that were near and dear to him, Rusl and Uli who were like parents to him, the smell of hay and Illia's bright green eyes sparkling merrily as the both promised each other that their friendship would never die, the cool splashes of water that fell on his warm bare arms as he helped Collin reel in his first catch and the sweet taste of Ordona apples on his tongue as he, Illia and the children returned form the orchard. The fireflies danced around them as they told ghost stories and giggled wildly, while Illia's soft cool fingers grazed his as they spoke quietly about the future and how they would take walks like this with their children one day when he became mayor. Before all of this happened, he would have probably been happy living the simple life, but now he was leaving the people he loved in a world that felt out of place to him now. But again none of that mattered as he sank, kneeling on the ground, with a shaky breath he looked up when he thought he heard his name, his lips stretching in a smile as he crawled desperately to the gossamer figure. There was no mistaking it, those lovely blue eyes would greet him in the afterlife through destiny and time, and now not even death could keep them apart. Call it obsession; call it love he didn't care because he could feel the cold fingertips graze his rough ones as his pulse weakened. Her blue eyes sparkling with tears as she smiled the same smile she gave him when he held her in his arms the night they became lovers. That was the last image that came to his mind before he heard a faint crack and was plunged into darkness.