"Princess, as one who will someday rule over all of Hyrule, it is important that you learn to be more patient

Disclaimer: I do not own Zelda, though I wish I did. For those with small attention spans, this is indeed a sequel of sorts and as such, if you did not read the first book, go back and do so before reading this one. I cannot stress this enough, I don't want any angry reveiws by confused people.

The warriors bounce in their saddles as Hyrule Castle at last came into view, its turrets peaking out over the horizon. Nabooru gave a gentle nod to her companions as she took the lead. A familiar feeling of conquest from years of thievery swept over her as they continued forward, but today was not the day for that. Today was to be a day of peace, her hope being to restore the relations between the two people that Gannondorf had claimed to be striving for three years before.

"Book of Spirit

Chapter One

Losing Control

The princess's eyes fluttered open as the wheels of her carriage rolled over a missed stone on the dirt path. Across from her, the seer sat, one arm laid at the bottom of the window pane as he stared out at the beautiful Hyrule countryside, the plains of grass and still blooming wild flowers rolling over the countless hills. It had been a week since they had first embarked and yet still the sights seemed to fascinate the boy in ways that the princess could not comprehend. For it would seem that despite the fact that the young seer's life was far less controlled then that of the royalty, he had never left the small village that surrounded the castle in his life, whereas Zelda had went on several journeys over the past few years.

The princess found herself oddly content watching him through the slits of her eyes. The calm look on his face, his blond hair blowing in the breeze, the concentration in his eyes as though he were contemplating the world. Zelda felt as though she could watch over the peaceful scene forever, and then he turned to face her, no smile or any expression to signify that he even recognized her existence in their shared carriage, "You may want to brace yourself."

Before she had time to even comprehend what she had just heard, the royal transport came to a halt and the girl's body tumbled forward into her peer. Zelda felt as her face turned a bright shade of red, "I am terrible sorry, to you Theo, I give my grandest apologies."

"I tried to warn you," the boy spoke to the girl in his arms.

Zelda was sure that she saw the faintest hint of a smile starting to emerge on his face, but suddenly a man's face appeared in the window. "Your highness, we have just…" Wyatt began his report, but suddenly, as he looked in on the compromising scene, a furious look appeared on his face, "Why you underhanded street trash, have you no self control. How dare you handle Her Majesty Princess Zelda in such a manner? I wouldst strike you down were her highness not between us."

"Sir Wyatt, sheath your blade. I assure you, this is not what it appears. I merely fell into the seer's lap when the carriage suddenly ceased its movement," Princess Zelda explained as she lifted herself off the boy.

The knight merely bowed his head in respect, all the while his eyes not leaving the young man, "Be that as it may, I still do not believe it appropriate that you should have to share your royal vessel with one whom is so obviously below you. In the future, perhaps he should simply travel on foot, with his speed I am sure he would not mind."

"May I remind you that I had very little choice in the matter? Our king did not seem to see it fit to provide me with a horse of my own, nor lodging either for that matter," Theo retorted, reminding them all of the King's logic that if he was to embark on a quest, he must already have supplies of his own. However, a peasant as he was, this was far from the truth and the boy had spent the past week sharing a nightly tent with Erol, the only knight with whom he had bothered to bond with.

"Why you insolent…"

"Please, Sir Wyatt, perhaps you would wish to enlighten us as to why we have stopped," the Princess interrupted, trying her best to avoid an argument.

"Oh yes, of course," the man stated, attempting to regain his composure, "It would seem that Sir Leo and Sir Aries spotted a troupe of moblins as they scouted up ahead. As such, we, your knights have merely stopped to prepare ourselves for the battle that is sure to befall us. As well, we wish for you and the seer to remain here where you shall be safe."

"Actually, I would very much like to see you all in action," Theo responded, not bothering to even look at the man. His mind was already made up, and so as such, whatever the man said would not matter.

"I am afraid I can not allow this. As much as I believe a good Moblin strike may be just the humbling that you need, it is still our sworn duty to keep both you and Her highness safe and furthermore…"

"Well then you have nothing to fear for I have no intention of getting injured," Theo stated in his normal nonchalant manner. "Of course that would mean leaving Zelda alone, and we certainly could not have that."

"I could not agree more," the knight nodded, the feeling of control beginning to return.

"Then it's settled, the Princess shall be joining us as well," smirked the seer. HE watched carefully as the knight was about to open his mouth once more and decided for once to be courteous and simply interrupt him ahead of time, "Well come now, you should be getting prepared. You don't want her Highness to be injured because you were ill prepared."

A faint smile appeared on Zelda's face as she watched the knight's face go red. Seeing this, Sir Wyatt at last realized he had already lost the battle and retired to dawn his suit of armor. It was not until the man on horseback had disappeared from the window entirely that the Princess had at last chosen to speak, "I must know, right now, were you being serious, about the two of us accompanying the knights on their campaign I mean?"

"Of course, I do not bother myself with meaningless words. However if you truly do not wish to go, I will understand," Theo spoke, for once looking the girl in the eyes.

"When you put it that way, how could I refuse?" spoke the princess in her soft voice.

"Well then come on, we mustn't keep them waiting," Theo smirked as he opened the coach door.

"Pardon me, but whatever are you speaking of? Sir Wyatt has only just told us that he is beginning to ready himself," replied the wide eyed Princess.

"Let's just say I am not the patient type."

It was not until the Princess had at last touched the ground behind the boy, that she at last caught his meaning as a sudden and strong wind seemed to pick up, causing her to loose her balance and fall to the ground. As she looked up, the world seemed to be passing by in a blur. She watched as her knights in the distance applied their armor, the metal appearing almost instantly upon their bodies. In the skies, the birds seemed to race by, their wings resembling those of a Hylian humming bird, "How are you doing this?"

"How do you think?"

The tone in the boy's voice was like nothing she had ever heard before in the shelter of the royal palace, and as such she did not recognize the rhetoric as she stood back up, "Well, I suppose it must be magic. You are a seer, so I suppose you would be likely to be more in touch with the flow of time then most."

Theo simply nodded, not bothering to offer a hand to help her up, another gesture Zelda had not yet become accustomed to. However, before she had quite become erect, another hand seemed to come out of thin air to aide her with strength unheard of. Before she had even had time to react, a sharp noise, which could barely be recognized as human, caught Zelda's long ears. So harsh was the noise that the girl found her hands automatically reach out for her ear, only to find only still caught in the hand of the blond shrieking blur in front of her.

Struggling with the noise himself, Theo closed his eyes in concentration. With deep breaths, the young seer felt the magic flow through his body. Soon it pulsed through his veins, moving back and forth like waves upon the sand, searching for the proper pattern before releasing itself from the safety of the flesh.

When Theo opened his eyes, only an instant after he had closed them, the world surrounding him returned to normal and he looked over at Erol whom seemed to be struggling with Zelda's hand, "Sir Wyatt! Sir Robin! Sir Ethan! All of you, hurry, I tell you there is something wrong with the princess!"

Six armor clad men could be heard as the rushed over, their chain mail weighing them down greatly. "Erol, what is the meaning of this?"

The young knight released the royal's hand as he turned around to face his fellow knights, "I know not, but it would seem that the princess can barely move. It has taken her several minutes to simply cover her ears for reason I do not know."

"Well she appears to be fine now," Sir Wyatt jeered at the blond as he stared over his shoulder at the Princess whom was taking in her surroundings, her head now moving at a normal pace, "You know, it is only a week's journey back to the castle, if the pressure is has begun to go to your head, it is not to late to return." And with that, the knights abandoned Erol, continuing on with their nearly complete preparations.

"I, I do not understand. I know what it was I saw, what happened? Princess, why are you at last restored?" Erol spoke softly, his blue eyes trembling as he gazed into the royal's.

"Just a bit of magic," Theo smirked not bothering to explain further.

The young man's disregard of Erol's concern could be read as nothing less then rude. He had asked for the help of the King's knights and they had complied, the least he could do was keep them informed on such matters. Yet still, since he first met the seer, the knight could tell that he play on another set of rules entirely, and would likely laugh it off as a jest if Erol were to inform him. Instead, he would simply have to deal with the younger boy delicately, "Would you care to elaborate?"

"Not really, but if you truly wish me to, I will," true to form, Theo stared upwards at the clouds as he spoke, as though he were not even a part of the discussion, "I was bored and did not care to wait for you and the others to dress. As such, I simply shift Zelda and myself into a faster timeline so that an hour glasses wait would take a mere minute. As such, while you appeared to us to be moving too fast to see, we appeared to you to be moving very slowly. A rather simple concept really."

It was not until after his lesson was at last over that Theo actually took the time to examine the knight, and still several moments longer before he finally realized what he saw. Despite how much time had already passed, Erol was still in the same clothes he had adorned that morning: black pants, gray tunic, brown leather boots and gloves where the others wore metal, and at last the teal cape which bore the Royal Crest, "Erol, aren't you going to get ready?"

"I have always found that clunky armor is only good if you wish to slow yourself down," The young man responded, staring off at his fully festooned allies, "Besides, I shall not be going entirely unprotected. I still have my shield and shoulder armor."

"Well then, I guess we should get going," responded Theo, and with that, the seer followed after the six knights, not bothering to wait for his companions.

"Princess, I must insist you stay here where it is safe," Sir Wyatt spoke as the Moblins at last came into view.

Over her shoulder, the young Princess sought the seer's approval, which he promptly gave with a slight nod, "Of course."

Erol expected a prompt order or signal to tell him to attack, but in his hesitation ,his comrades had already began the charge, each a single unit, with the exception of Sirs Leo and Aries whom were ever the duo, and no two paths the same. "Worry not, your highness, I promise you, we shall return," and with those words of parting, the young knight joined in the race.

It was only a matter of seconds before Sir Erol managed to break ahead of his armor clad brethren. It was no surprise to him to see that the enemy had already spotted them from the clanking metal behind him. Erol's left hand tightened around the hilt of his sword as he as the distance between them rapidly decreased. One clean slice and the first was down, his body vanishing in a dark cloud, as creatures of darkness often do. Another two were brought down before the clanking boots at last arrived.

With their heavy armor, the other knights found it difficult to land a strike on the quick moving monsters. Even Erol, whose flexibility remained unaltered found difficult after awhile, being fended off by tiny metal shields. To fend these fiends off and remain unharmed, the knight knew he would need a more powerful strike and he had just the one in mind. In one swift motion he drew back his sword and swung, becoming a silver blur amongst the crowd: five more Moblins returned to darkness. As the Knight of time at last came to a halt in his rotation, he stumbled forward with slight disorientation and as such, it was not until it was already too late to raise his shield that Erol saw the crude blade flying towards his face.

He did not know how it would feel, to be cut, to bleed, to die. All he knew was that he would soon know… but for some reason, death did not come. As his blue eyes looked back at the object, he could see it was no longer in motion.

"I have seen enough," the sorcerer spoke as he strode confidently down the hill with the Princess at his side. It was just as he had predicted, this team was incapable of working together, and were such a pattern to continue, it would not be long until news of their first casualty reached Hyrule Castle.

"Seer, are you responsible for this," Sir Wyatt called out as he slew a near statuesque Moblin.

"In the most direct sense, I suppose," Theo spoke to the seven knights whom he had removed from time. "I thought you may need my assistance, your in…incompetence was obvious even to my…to my untrained eyes."

"I don't see you fighting," Sir Ethan responded, running his fingers back through his hair. The other knights joined in on the counter assault against the seer, with the exception of Erol whom could not help but agree with his brazen friend and Robin, whom simply was not paying attention. Deeply absorbed in their mutual dislike of the younger man, the knights failed to notice the time sorcerer's diminishing balance coinciding with an increase of speed in the Moblins surrounding them.

And then it happened, the young man collasped, and the monsters struck back, "Quickly! Someone protect the Princess!" Sir Wyatt proclaimed as swords clashed against his heavy armor, 'What in the name of the three goddesses was that boy thinking coming along?'

Suddenly, her safety net was gone and for the first time, Zelda was truly frightened. Theo was suppose to be protecting her, he was suppose to keep her safe yet now he was on the ground and who knew how long it wouldst take for her knights to reach her? How long it would take the Moblins to rip her to shreds? Her instincts were telling the girl to run, but her training had told the Princess that such an act wouldst be quite unbecoming of a lady of her stature. As the teardrops blegan flowing down her regal cheeks, Zelda could not help but feel as though perhaps, she deserved this. She deserved to die because it was her fault that Asher no longer lived.

So when the flash of iron came upon her, the princess did not move. She did not cringe or yell, but accepted her punishment. However, once again death hid as a hylian blade rose to meet the creature's. "Sir Erol!"

"Your highness, I promised that I wouldst return, and so I have." His warm smile seemed to ease her mind as he cut through the Moblin. After making sure that the body had indeed disappeared, the youngest knight turned back to the princess, "Did that foul demon injure you?"

"No, I do not believe so," the solemn voice spoke, her blue eyes still shaking.

"And Master Theo?"

"I'm… I'm not sure."

Now kneeling, Erol pressed his long Hylian ear to the boy's breast. Thump thump. "He shouldst be fine, though I doth not know what hath taken place."

"T'was the spell which did him in. It must have taken more power then he hadth thought," Zelda explained, remembering the scrolls on the craft which she had studied so many years ago.

"Then perhaps we should allow him rest," Erol remarked as he returned to his feet, tightening his left hand's grip on his weapon. For the remainder of the battle, he remained to protect the youths.

"We are victorious!" Sir Wyatt chimed, lifting his sword to the sky as the last Moblin returned to darkness.

"Huzah!!"

As the cheering died down, the six knights began their ascent up the grassy hill to where the seventh stood, "Come your Majesty, we shalt escort you back to your carraige," Sir Wyatt spoke on bended knee s he address the royal. She simply nodded and followed the knight's lead.

"But what of Master Theo? Shalt no one aide me in returning him?" Erol called out as his fellow knights walked onward.

"Tell you what, from here on out, you can take care of the Seer, and we whom were chosen for this mission shall protect her Majesty," Wyatt sneered back at him, then continued onward.

"As you wish," Erol responded under his breathe as he hoisted the man three years his junior upon his back.

"Our operation was a failure, your moblin's were all destroyed"

"Well then, I suppose you shall have to continue following them, now won't you Kaede."

"As you wish Master."

Finally I'm done. I had such writer's block on this chapter, but hopefully it won't be too long until the next sage rears his head. Anywho, I hoped you enjoyed.