Hello, everyone! It's so good to be back and ready for action. With the school year having started, I figured that this would be the bast time for the sequel to my main work to come out. A few things that I'd like to say first, though, are that if you haven't read Sewing Time: Threads of Fate, then please do so before you read this. If you have, though, then I hope you're ready for this. The pattern of PoV switches is staying the same, so there's no need to worry about that and, just like last time, the prologue and the first chapter will be on the exact same page. Now, without further ado, here is the second entry in the 'Sewing Time' trilogy. Sewing Time: Spirits of the Past. P.S. I don't own The Legend of Zelda, Nintendo does!
Prologue:
Two consciousnesses within the Master Sword. The two of us were split with time, just like the sword. An overflow of power awoke the both of us and now, we are fighting. We are fighting for both of our goals. However, because of the shadow, he is becoming stronger. I need help. Please help me, Master Link…
Chapter 1: Slave
It had been at least a couple of months since the events that had occurred at the chamber of the gods. Honestly, none of us had any idea of what to do about the fact that the Master Sword had lost its power. Heck, I didn't even know that a sword could have magic in the first place. What concerned me the most, though, was the balls of light that had come from the sword and the shadow that had seemed to give the dark ones power. It was terrifying.
Although, there wasn't really much that I could do because of just how obscure the idea was. Granted, we three Links stayed pretty up to date with each other through the Zeldas of each respective dimension, but it seemed as though none of them could actually find anything. To be honest, I would have expected at least knight Link to discover something because he was in a dimension where magic was well known about. However, nobody seemed to be able to find anything. After a while, I began wishing that there would be some sort of way for us to communicate directly with each other.
Then again, when had wishful thinking ever gotten anyone anywhere? Eventually, I began feeling rather useless, which was scary as all hell because a slave was always taught that if they were useless, then they could very well end up dead. I mentally slapped myself for thinking like that, though, because I was registered under Zelda's name. Thankfully, I was only required to call her 'Master' when we were in public together and that was only because neither one of us had wanted to draw any sort of attention to the situation. We were both very thankful that it actually managed to work out in regard, even though I found that even she didn't like it.
As time passed, I found myself becoming more and more protective of her, especially when she told me to always have the Master Sword on me at all times. She had told me that it was 'just in case', but I couldn't help but feel the overwhelming urge to protect her from anything. In hindsight, I guess that could have rubbed on to me from knight Link because doing so had actually been his job. Also, I noticed that I had begun accepting so many insane ideas as possible truths, which I could assume was a trait that I had gotten from future Link. I realized that I had picked up traits of the both of them after a while, but I found that they really didn't bother me. After all, each one of us were technically the same person as each other (however confusing that sounds), so I figured that it would only make sense for us to pick up each other's traits a little bit.
Anyway, back to business. I had a sneaking suspicion that if we found the balls of light that had seemingly come out of the Master Sword, then there was a chance that the Master Sword would get its power back. After that, I figured that we just might have been able to finally sew time back together… hopefully. After allowing a couple of days for the message to circulate, everyone seemed to agree. Then, one day, Zelda granted me some of the best news that I had heard in a long time…