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He was running- running with all his might. His legs feel like lead and his breathing short, clipped, and it hurt his chest. He wanted to stop. But he knew that if he stopped, she dies.
"I'm coming, Princess." he mouthed as he willed himself to push on further.
The rain was coming down in torrents and the trees were giant shadows leering at him as he ran past. A scream wrenched through the heavy air and he stopped abruptly in his tracks.
"Princess!" He shouted back. The soft grass underneath his boots squelched as he turned in place, looking for the source of the sound. Lightning streaked across the skies, illuminating his path for a brief second. Another scream-"Princess!" he shouted louder.
Thunder masked what would have been the reply. Deciding, he streaked off to his left through denser trees. His hair stuck to the back of his neck as he looked around frantically, his boots making loud squelching sounds against the forest floor.
A guttural roaring sound echoed throughout the forest. 'Noo..' he moaned to himself as he turned left past a huge boulder while blinking the rain out of his eyes.
"Princess!" He shouted again. 'Answer me. Please.'
His foot caught in a branch and he landed heavily on his front. Pain erupted from his right ankle as he groaned and slammed his clenched bloody fist on the ground. Grabbing fistfuls of grass, he wrenched them out of the earth in frustration.
'I cannot lose her. This is all my fault.'
"Princess! Princeeeess!" He shouted as he tried to get back on his feet while ignoring the pain. Grasping a tree trunk for support, he hauled himself upright and gingerly put weight on his foot. "Princess, please! Tell me where you are!" He shouted into the darkness.
Thunder rolled through the clouds as he looked around for any signs of her.
Suddenly, there it was, a faint light through the trees. Willing himself, he half-walked, half-ran towards the light, flickering like a dying firefly. He was so close. Pushing through the pain, he willed the last of his strength as he burst into a small clearing and his princess was on the ground. He dropped heavily by her side, the tip of the sword at his back sinking into the wet ground as he got on his knees.
She was lying on her front, her legs twisted in odd angles, her fingers splayed against the grass. The faint light coming from her entire being flickered like an oil lamp being doused out by the strong wind. Her long blonde hair was muddy. Blood streaks were being washed away by the endless rain. Her white ceremonial dress was torn in places revealing deep cuts where her blood should have flowed but they were seared as if she was slashed by a burning blade. "Princess, I am here…" he said hurriedly as he took her by the shoulders and flipped her gently on his lap.
Cradling her head, he parted her wet hair to reveal her pained yet closed eyes. She even had bruises on her face. Her breathing was shallow.
Taking a restorative elixir from the pouch hanging from his belt, he fumbled with the cork of the small flask. It was not enough to cure her. But it will be enough for him to get her to safety.
"Princess, look at me. Take this." He whispered. All else seemed ignored. He had to save her.
Small fingers limply grasped his wrist that guided the small bottle to her lips. She took two sips as the small flask was emptied and the golden potion disappeared between her lips.
"Princess, where is he? Where did he go?" He asked her as he threw the empty flask aside. A few seconds more and his princess blearily opened her eyes of piercingly green. He often thought that she could see his soul-his deepest darkest secrets.
"The castle…" she breathed out as the elixir restored her to some extent.
He shook his head-the castle was far away. They have time, "I have to get you to safety. I'm taking you back to the village." He said as he put his arms under her knees and held her close. Grimacing and wincing from the pain in his ankle, he got back on his feet with the princess in his arms.
"Don't worry, Princess. I will get you to safety." He whispered into her hair as he took step after step, towards southeast.
"But, you're hurt?" she whispered back., her lips like feather caresses at the side of his neck Her glow was now becoming stable-no longer flickering but still faint.
"This is nothing." He growled as he walked faster through the forest. The trees were thinning and as he memorized the maps as part of his training, he knew they would soon reach the ancient town ruins. They could recover there before making the long journey back to the village. "Don't worry Princess. Don't be scared." He whispered.
"I am not worried, Link. I am with you." she whispered.
Thunder and lightning cracked through the sky outside his window, waking him up immediately like someone struck him across the face. He sat upright and stared outside. It was still a bit dark and rain was falling down in torrents. He was also covered in sweat-like he'd been running. His breathing was clipped and shallowed and his arms and legs felt heavy.
What was that dream, again? He struggled to remember but it was like keeping water in his cupped hands, fading away fast. 'It was dark… and raining…'
But too late, the dream was gone. This is not the first time. He sunk back on his sheets as he ran his fingers through his hair thinking hard. He'd had these dreams ever since he was young. Always so eventful but he could not really remember what they were. He rolled on his side and stared off into space.
Maybe if he went back to sleep, the dream would continue. He closed his eyes again and waiting for sleep to come. It was still early.
As he slowly fell back into sleep's embrace, he could see a faint glow flickering at his mind's eye. He didn't know what it was. But he was stuck in that place between sleep and wakefulness. He didn't know where it is coming from but he knew. He knew that he had to get to it. No matter what.
And he was running. Running again. Through the dense dark forest with the endless rain. "Princess!" he shouted as he heard a scream wrench through the pounding of the rain.
He was preparing lunch when there was a soft knock on the door. He wiped his hands on a towel hanging from one of the cabinet doors, wondering who it was. His boots made a soft pounding on the wooden floor as he crossed the small kitchen to the front door. Opening it, Ivee was outside holding her broom as she usually sweeps outside the General Store. Behind her was a red-skinned Zora named Mipha, his childhood friend.
"Heya, Link! This uhmm-girl was looking for you so I thought to bring her here myself." Ivee winked at him. Thanking her, Ivee left and Mipha stepped forward.
Mipha is a princess of the Zora. Her red fins and webbed feet were unusual and out of place for the quaint village of Hateno-not to mention her silver jewelry that adorned her body. He had known her ever since he was four when his father took him to the castle for the grand festival that was hosted in celebration of the birth of the Princess. He was brought there to perform a sword dance and everyone was amazed by his skill at such a young age. Mipha was one of the special visitors and due to his father's position in the army he was assigned to guard her that day, which was how they met.
"Link, it has been too long. I was on my way to Hyrule and I wanted to stop by. " Mipha said softly as she hugged him tightly.
"Please, Mipha. Come in." He smiled as he stepped aside to let her through. Her dominating figure towered over his meager belongings. Her red skin was a stark contrast against the wooden floors and walls.
"I apologize for barging in on you like this." Mipha said, putting a small silver drawstring bag on the floor.
"It is no trouble, Mipha. Please, sit." He pulled out a chair and let her sit. "You will be staying for lunch, yes?" He went back to his simmering beef stew and picked up a spoon to taste it.
Mipha was looking around the small living room that doubled as the dining room and kitchen. The savory smell of beef stew wafted from the cooking pot on the stove, making her anticipate what would be a delicious meal.
"You are wondering why I am here?" She asked a bit nervously.
Link did not turn around to face her but he nodded. "I guessed as much."
"So… Are you going to do it?" She asked after some time.
It took him some time to answer. More for himself not because he did not want to tell her. After ladling out portions for them both, he grabbed the loaf of bread he bought that morning and put everything on the table. He sat in the chair across Mipha.
He could see she was waiting for his answer tensely. "Yes." He said as he handed her a spoon, knowing full well the effect of his response.
There was silence as Mipha accepted it and started to eat. It was comforting. Ever since they were kids, they would often sit in silence, comfortable in each others' presence.
"I think… A part of me already knew the answer even before I came here." She said softly. Link has always been a man of few words.
"How is your family?" Link asked after a few bites. It was obvious that he didn't want to talk about the current subject.
Mipha lightened up a bit. "Sidon is getting bigger every day. But he is still very shy. Papa… same old, same old."
Link chuckled. The last time he saw Sidon, he was still a baby. He knew that Mipha cared for her brother immensely.
"I met the other champions…" Mipha said after a while. Link waited for the rest of her story.
"Revali is… very confident. Daruk is very kind. Urbosa is… Intimidating." She said softly.
Mipha has always been shy and he knew that being with other people, let alone other races, where discomforting to her. But he was glad to see her out and about, even here in Hateno.
"I am sure you will do well, Mipha. You always do." He assured her.
There was a long sigh. "We are not even sure if Ganon will come back in our lifetime, but the King is right, we must be prepared."
Link didn't answer. He knew the reason Mipha was here. She was going to stop him from entering the tournament to determine the last Champion.
In two days, an enormous tournament will be held in Hyrule Castle. As prophecy decrees, there will be four Champions that will help pilot the Divine Beasts along with the Princess who is a descendant of the Goddess Hylia. She has been bestowed with powers that will enable her to seal the calamity. To fulfill the prophecy, the wielder of the sword that Seals the Darkness is necessary and yet to be found. The King has arranged for a tournament, calling all the swordsmen in the land to prove themselves worthy of the sword.
"Link, are you sure-" Mipha started.
He stood up, cutting her off. He took their now empty bowls and brought them to the sink. He began washing.
"I am sure, Mipha. It would be a disgrace to my father's memory if I do not try." He said determinedly. His father was an elite guard, a royal Knight of Hyrule, who protected the King and his family. He was a guardian and was the best swordsman in the land. He taught Link everything he knew.
"He will be very proud of you, I am sure." Mipha said after a few minutes, quite reluctantly.
He finished washing the bowls and went back to the table where Mipha was fidgeting. He knew she didn't like his decision. "Mipha… everything will be okay."
Mipha was looking at the wooden floor. Her form seems diminished. "I do not want you to get hurt." She whispered.
He shook his head and patted her hand which was on the table. "I won't get hurt, Mipha." She has always been worried for his safety. And he knew that she had feelings for him even though she never voiced them out. He didn't press but his concern for Mipha has always been as a sister and he didn't want their relationship to get strained.
She nodded.
"In two days, I will meet you in Hyrule Castle. I will compete in the tournament and I expect you to cheer for me, yes?" He said, hoping to lighten up the mood.
Mipha nodded. "Of course, Link. I will be waiting for you."
Mipha left a few more hours after a walk through Hateno village. They visited Purah and her team in the Ancient Tech Lab on top of the hill. They were doing research on the ancient Sheikah technology that is vital in defeating the calamity. Purah was ecstatic to see a Zora-let alone a Champion Zora.
It was already the early hours of the morning and the sun has not risen yet. He was packing up his bag for the long trip ahead. It will take him almost two days to travel to the castle and that will give him enough time to find an inn and be ready for the tournament. His horse, Epona, was well-rested and ready for the journey as well.
He folded another shirt and slid it into his bag. His sword which he inherited from his father was safely wrapped. He already had some food packed. If he needed any more, he could hunt. Done, he slung his bag over his shoulder and shut of his lamp. He went outside and to the side of the house where Epona was standing in his stall.
Taking a small apple from his pocket, he gave it to the horse for a quick nibble before proceeding to tie his the last bag on the saddle. Patting Epona back on the head, he went back inside the house for a quick sweep.
He stood at the doorway, feeling a little bit lost. There was a heavy silence as he looked at his made bed, the clean tables and kitchen. The windows were already locked. He felt a sudden chill but he let it go. It felt that it would be a very long time before he will be back in his home. He shook off the dreaded feeling. With nothing amiss, he went back outside and locked the front door. With a huge sigh, he steeled himself for what was ahead. Leading Epona out of his stall, he got on and his horse broke into a slow trot over the small bridge and into the village. He caught sight of Ivee with her broom. She was looking sleepy.
"Heya, Link. You are out early today?" The sun was just rising.
"Got somewhere to be." He answered softly as he steered Epona to the left towards the village entrance.
"Well then, see you!"
He didn't answer back. The chill was back.
A few minutes of riding down the road, he stopped Epona and looked back. He could just barely see his house over the hill. The house where his father trained him. Where he spent his childhood chasing butterflies and eating apples from the tree. Where he spent hot summer days swimming in the pond beside it. The village was calm and quiet in the early hours of the morning like a sleeping giant. Later that noon, the children would be running up and down the streets, maybe going up to the Ancient Tech Lab to ask Purah for sweets. He suddenly wanted to go back but knew that he couldn't. The chill wouldn't leave him alone. The feeling was lingering no matter how hard he tried to shake it. The feeling that he was never coming back.
The fastest way to the castle was through Fort Hateno, right to the Big Twin Bridge and straight until the Gatepost Town. After going round Lake Kolomo, he will reach Hyrule Garrison where he can cut through Passeri Greenbelt and reach the Sacred Grounds before nightfall the next day. He enjoyed the scenery and let Epona lead the way.
Epona was the son of his father's horse and he was very fond of him. He had him since he was a foal and they have formed a bond as close as an animal and owner could be. He chuckled at the memory of his father threatening to send Epona away when he tried to sneak him inside the house. He brushed his fingers over Epona's black mane. His horse gave an appreciative snort and trotted just a little bit faster.
The road was quite empty even though it was almost noon judging by the sun's position in the sky. He was thankful for his hood that kept the direct heat off his face. Then, rummaging around his food bag, he took out an apple and ate it slowly, savoring every bite.
The landscape was changing gradually and he could see squirrels darting in and out of the tree branches. A few rabbits watched as he trotted past. The sound of the birds singing were loud even though he couldn't see them. Flowers dotted the landscape, swift violets and blue nightshades -even a few scattered thistles and armoranths here and there.
There wasn't a lot of time to go travelling ever since his father died in the Hyrulean Civil War a few years back. The small farm he had behind the house took most of his time and sometimes he helped the guys over at the dye shop when there were a lot of customers. He also caught a few animals in the nearby Ginner and Midla woods and sold off the meat to the General Store and to the other villagers.
Sometimes small explosions can be heard from the top of the hill and the villagers would just shake their head as Purah is definitely experimenting on her Sheikah technology once again. Children would take turns daring each other to spy on the Lab but Purah's assistants would always catch them and send them back down.
He had only been to the castle once and that was when Elson, the owner of the dye shop, asked him to deliver some dye and other finished clothes to Hyrule Town.
He agreed immediately because it was such a change of scenery and he really wanted to be out in the open. He hurried off to the castle but took his time getting back. After delivering the goods, he wandered around the town square and was leisurely eating a baked apple at a corner when he heard an old woman talking.
"The princess is out again." The old woman was tending to her shop. She sold fruits and vegetables and Link just bought a baked apple from her.
He stopped mid-bite. "What do you mean?" He said curiously.
The old woman beckoned with her finger to the middle of the square. "Look, the castle guards are out and about."
Sure enough, castle guards dressed in blue where wandering around the busy square obviously looking for someone, checking under each hood.
He took another bite, a hand on his hip. "This happens all the time?" He asked.
The old woman shrugged. "Used to. Nowadays, not so much. Maybe once a week." She chuckled. "The Princess doesn't like to get cooped up in the castle. Sometimes she comes here and I give her an apple or two. She said she likes them."
He looked around him. He was kind of hoping this would be one of those days. He had never seen the princess before but he knew from all the stories that she was divinely beautiful. To even gaze at such wonder would be a blessing and a miracle to his standard life.
"Alas, it has been months since she has come by. The guards are getting better at catching her." The old woman sighed.
Resigned, he thanked the old woman and paid her five rupees for his baked apple. "Thank you, it was good." He said with a smile.
"Well, drop by next time when you come here again." She waved him off.
Just as he was about to leave, a small hooded figure dressed in white stopped in front of the stall.
"It's been a long time, Auntie." a musical voice said. It struck him. It was the best sound he has ever heard in his entire life. He stood rooted to the spot, unable to move, transfixed. He was sure it was the Princess.
"Ohhh, my dear! I thought you have forgotten me by now." The old woman was ecstatic as she grabbed a small bag and put two baked apples in it.
"It's just gotten harder to sneak out but I can never forget you and your baked apples."
Link wanted to come closer. He wanted to see her. The hood started to slip but the Princess grabbed it before it fell off completely. In the split second, Link caught sight of her beautiful blond hair, the color of shining gold.
"Be careful now and don't get caught." The old woman winked and handed her the bag.
Curtsying, obviously for the old woman's benefit, she hurried off into the opposite direction. Before Link could make to follow her, she was lost in the crowd and he was still stuck in his place, savoring one of the most magical moments of his life.
Hearing the Princess's voice was a feeling like any other. It was musical that tugged at his heartstrings. He hasn't even seen her face yet his heart was thumping loudly as if he'd been running for hours. Right then and there, he made a promise to himself, to see the Princess again.
He pondered on this memory. He remembered the excellent baked apples and wondered if the old woman was still there. It has been at least 4 years after all. He was also sure that he would be able to fulfill the promise that he made to himself-to see the Princess again.
Most of the whole kingdom is pouring into the castle to watch the tournament including all the nobles and representatives from the other races - Gorons, Gerudos, Zoras, Ritos, the Sheikah and the other Hylians. Everyone would be watching the swordsmen compete. He hoped that he will be good enough.
He reached Central Square at dusk on his second day of travelling. He spent some time resting in Mabe Village before making the final leg of his journey to the castle. Guards were everywhere making sure no one is misbehaving.
He was delighted to see so many people in one place. He managed to find a room in an inn and was lucky to do so since it was the last room available. He secured Epona in the adjoining stable and walked around to find himself some dinner.
A group of Rito natives were hanging around the corner of the inn. They had swords at their belts. Link was just a bit surprised. Ritos preferred the bow but he was sure that some of them have also mastered the sword. They looked at him passively when he walked by. Gorons were huge creatures that preferred rock smashers but he could see one or two sporting swords too. Going around another corner past a group of little children playing. He saw Zoras, their skin glistening from the light of the lamps that hung in strings over their heads.
Such diversity will never be available in his hometown.
He walked around some more, drinking in the sights. Everything was bright and colorful even though it was getting dark fast. He stopped by a baker that was selling the last of his produce for the day. He got a loaf and a lump of cheese to eat with it. He continued to rip of bits of it and continued walking around, keeping an eye out for the old woman's stall, her face he could barely remember.
He watched as a small group of kids were ogling at clothes displayed outside a huge colorful stall where a Gerudo woman was announcing her wares. The clothes were flashy and is native for the Gerudos. He nodded appreciatively at the display as he walked past it. Then after turning left on the next corner, he finally saw it.
The stall was exactly the same except it wasn't. It was more worn, given the years and the old woman was older than ever. Her eyes lit up when he walked over, putting the last bit of bread in his mouth.
"I was wondering when you would show up." The old woman said as she set an apple over the fire to bake for him.
"I didn't expect you to remember me still." He chuckled.
"I am old but not forgetful." The old woman pointed a finger at him. "Of all days, it was today that I expected you to come. You are competing, noh?"
He was a bit surprised. Did he give off that vibe? "I could be here to watch." He shrugged.
"You do not fool me. I can see you have a swordsman's hands." The old woman turned the apple over to cook the other side.
He didn't say anything but he smiled at the thought. It was nice to be appreciated and not to be treated like a kid.
When the apple was done, the old woman put it in a bag for him. "I wish you luck in the tournament, boy." She said softly, holding his hand longer than usual. "And if you win, you will protect her. Yes?"
Before he could say anything, the old woman waved her hand on his with a series of complicated hand movements.
"What was that?" He asked curiously when she was done.
"My blessing." The old woman said simply.
"Your blessing? Why would you give me that?"
The old woman let out an old sigh. She sat on her stool and the light around her seemed to dim as Link stared at her. She suddenly seemed old-very old and tired.
"When I was but a young girl, I traveled far and wide as part of my Father's business. We were merchants and we sold everything there is. I have met several people on my journey and once, in an old village-but alas it is gone now, I met a fortune teller who gave me this same blessing."
He stepped closer to the stall. The noise of the square around him made it hard for him to hear the old woman's stories.
"She said that it was not my blessing to keep but my blessing to pass on. To the one that will seal the darkness."
He could not believe his ears. What was the old woman saying? That he will be the champion?
"I asked her how I would know. She simply said I will and that I should not break my mission to pass it on. After that, I kept an eye out for the one to whom I should pass the blessing to. I have waited years and years. I have grown old waiting." She sighed softly. "I have waited for several years for you to appear."
"When you first came to my stall, it was like a bell was rung somewhere and I knew what I had to do. There is no doubt that it is you. But how can I be sure? I let you leave without knowing if I will ever see you again." She held out her hands for him to hold. "I thought I had lost you forever and I have not fulfilled what I should have done. But fate has brought us back together. So please accept my blessing. It is yours."
There was a long silence. He looked into the old woman's eyes, still in disbelief. "You are saying that I will seal the darkness." It was not a question.
The old woman chuckled and squeezed his hands. "I believe that you are. The question is, do you?"
He lay on his bed at the inn. It was almost dawn but he could not sleep. After his encounter with the old woman, he walked around the square, not really drinking in the sights but lost in his thoughts. The old woman just said that he would win the tournament and be the champion that seals the darkness.
But how trustworthy can an old woman's words be?
It could easily have been confusion due to old age. He should not put it to fate simply because someone told him that he could be.
Fitfully, he turned on his side and willed himself to sleep. There were a few more hours left before the tournament was about to begin. He should be resting.
After a few more minutes of wrestling thoughts, finally, he felt sleep take over and he gave in willingly.
The old woman's words were still echoing in his mind. To the one that will seal the darkness.
And he was running. Running again. Through the dense dark forest with the endless rain. "Princess!" he shouted as he heard a scream wrench through the pounding of the rain.
The innkeeper knocked on his door softly as he asked for someone to wake him up. He got up gingerly and stretched his arms over his head. Today was the day. Right now, the swordsmen were gathering at the Central Square to register for the tournament. He should be there soon as well.
He got up and washed his face from the basin on the windowsill. He put on a fresh shirt and his boots. He hung his sword on his belt and looked at himself in front of the mirror.
It was time to show the world the skills his Father taught him. He was nervous but in a confident way. He hoped that he was good enough for the tournament. He had no idea what to expect from the others and had no one to compare himself to. He wished that his father could be here to see him.
He was also excited to see the Princess finally. More excited than the tournament itself. But his anxiety over the challenges that he was to face made him queasy and put the Princess out of his mind.
Finally, taking a deep breath, he opened the door of his room and set out.
He passed the first round!
The first round was more or less a showdown of swordsmanship. He performed a series of complicated moves and a sword dance that made the crowd gasp gasp at every thrust of his sword. Half of the competition didn't make it and there was only about 10 of them left. They were asked to demonstrate a series of moves and were rated according to performance and efficiency.
He expected more participants in the tournament but he guessed that most of the visitors were just spectators.
The tournament started with a speech from the King. About the Champion that wields the Sword that Seals the Darkness and the honor of protecting the Princess. All of them bowed down to the King to pay their respects before starting with the tournament itself.
He was seated in a shade not far off the training field, eating a hurried lunch. He was finally able to see his fellow swordsmen and was confident about his skills that he could make it. He wasn't being proud. He just knew. Still, he kept an eye out for serious competition.
He looked over at the high platform where all the nobles were sitting. The King was seated in a high-backed golden chair inlaid with symbols of the sun. The seat to where the Princess should be sitting was empty. There were 4 other seats beside the Princess and he was sure it was for the other champions. They were also empty. He wondered where they are. The other nobles of the Royal Court were mingling up on the platform.
The whole place was packed with people. High seats and benches were placed around the training field so they could watch the proceedings. It was loud but he was not annoyed and at least a bit grateful. It would be advantageous as he could learn to block out sounds when in actual battle.
In the next round, they were to compete with each other in a battle until one is defeated or concedes. They were split into two groups and each group was to fight each other until only one per group was left. The last two were to fight in the last round.
He looked over at his group.
There was one Goron, two Gerudos and a Rito.
He looked over at the other group. There was another Hylian there named Aster. He was from another village called Kakariko and he was quite skillful. Link was almost sure that it would be them who would face off in the final round.
He continued eating. He was looking at 4 battles ahead of him before he got to the final round. He would need all the energy he could get.
"Where you from?" the Gerudo nudged him in his silence.
He looked over at him. The Gerudo was young, if he guessed it right. With brown skin and a long nose, Link remembered that the Gerudo was a bit fancy with the blade. "I am from Hateno village."
"Hateno? I have not heard of it." The Gerudo said.
"It is one of the Hylian settlements. It is quite far from here."
"Ahh. I have not seen so many Hylians before in my life."
"I have not seen many Gerudos before as well."
The Gerudo laughed. Her voice was deep even for a woman. Link knew that Gerudos were warriors by reputation but preferred the glaive or scimitar swords as opposed to the longsword which the Master Sword is.
"You are very skilled with the sword. I was watching you earlier." The Gerudo woman said softly as she ate her lunch.
He said nothing.
"You are the favorite to win. But I think you are very young." She continued.
He bowed his head. He has been hearing that often all throughout the competition- whispers of who the young Hylian was. Compared to Aster, he was small with blond hair and blue eyes. Who would expect him to be a swordsman?
"But that does not matter. It is the Sword who will decide."
He looked up at her. The sword will decide?
"What do you mean?" he asked her. He knew that the Sword was a legendary sword but he did not think of it as a being.
The woman looked at him in disbelief. "You do not know?"
He shook his head.
"Very well, I will explain." She patted him on the shoulder. "The Master Sword vanquishes evil. It is infused with the sacred flames by the Golden Goddesses and is blessed with Hylia's power. Legend says that only the true hero that is pure of heart and strong of body will be able to wield it. It is said that the spirit Fi sleeps eternally within the sword and is the one who chooses the warrior to whom it will serve as the true master of the sword."
"The spirit Fi?" He asks. His Father has told him stories of the Master Sword but not in this detail.
"She was brought into being by the Goddess Hylia. Her purpose is to assist the Champion that will wield the Master Sword to defeat evil."
"When you mean that the Sword decides…"
"Even if you win the tournament, the Sword still has to choose you to be its Master to become the Champion." She said simply.
He felt a bit of chill. He thought that his skills would be enough. What if the Master Sword does not choose him?
"They say that the Trial of the Master Sword is very painful." She said after a while.
He felt some fear creep into his bones. What if.
What if after all this time, the Master Sword rejects him?
A loud bell signaled the start of the second round. He got to his feet, anxiety and fear echoing in his mind.
He was out of breath.
He defeated all of his opponents in the second round. His whole body hurt. He had a bit of trouble with his Rito opponent because he was flying and out of reach. But one small mistake cost the Rito and he was able to deliver a defeating blow. The Goron was big and slow but his attacks were massive and heavy. His shield broke minutes into the battle and he was forced to fight without it. His hardest battle was with the Gerudo woman he spoke with earlier.
She was fast and very skillful. Her height and weight was his disadvantage as she was bigger and stronger. But he used his speed to dodge her attacks and was able to outsmart her. It was his longest fight and took its toll on him.
The sun was high in the sky and it burned the back of his neck. He took a long drink of water as he calmed his racing heart. He looked over to the other side of the training field where the second group was still fighting.
His guess was right. It looked like it would be him and Aster in the final round.
"I wish you luck, Link. It was an honor to fight you, today." Savan the Gerudo woman he was talking to earlier greeted him.
He nodded. "You were formidable as well, Savan. Thank you."
"I have high hopes that you will win. That other Hylian is no match for you." She smiled at him.
He shrugged. "Like you said, the Master Sword still has to choose me."
"I am sure you will do well, Link. Do not be afraid. Have faith in your skills."
"Thank you, Savan."
"I must go. I will watch from the stands." With that, Savan left, her towering figure retreating into the crowd.
Another bell signaled the end of the other group's fighting along with a huge applause. He spotted Aster with his arm held high, gesturing at the cheering crowd.
For a brief moment, their eyes met but before he could acknowledge it, the crowd quickly became silent.
It quickly became apparent what had caused it. The King was on his feet and he had his hands on the Princess's shoulders.
Link held his breath. Everything in comparison dimmed to her glowing form.
She was breathtakingly beautiful. Her pointed ears were visible underneath her long blond hair. A golden crown rested on her forehead. She was wearing a blue and white dress accented with gold. Her cape billowing behind her. The air around her seemed to move in slow motion as strands of her hair danced with the wind.
She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
When everything was deathly silent, she spoke. "I have arrived with the other Champions." She motioned to the other Champions who were already seated at their chairs. He could see Revali, Daruk, Urbosa and of course, Mipha.
"I apologize for our tardiness. I greet all the warriors who have come here to fight today. I wish you all the best." She gave a small bow, her long hair cascading like a waterfall over her shoulder.
A cheer erupted from the crowd. With a dazzling smile, the Princess took her seat beside the King and watched the proceedings.
Link could not take his eyes off her. She was every bit as he imagined and more. Her voice was the same musical he heard years ago and yet it was even more beautiful that he could remember. He felt a surge of pride and confidence in himself. Seeing the Princess made him want to win this more than ever. Damn the Master Sword, he would die for her.
A loud bell signaled the start of the third round. Taking a deep breath, he took his sword again with a shield in the other hand and walked to the middle of the field again facing the platform.
Aster was right beside him. He nodded at him and Aster did the same.
Cheers erupted from the crowd and he could hear his name being chanted. He felt a surge of pride in that and gripped his sword tighter. This was the moment he had been waiting for. It was no time to embarrass himself, especially now that the Princess is here to watch.
As he looked up at the platform, he looked at his friend, Mipha.
She had her hands clasped on her bosom, looking at him intently. When their eyes met, she nodded as if to encourage him. He gave her a small smile.
"Our last fighters are Link from Hateno -" He raised his sword and the crowd went wild. He bowed to the King and then to the Princess as was custom.
"And Aster from Kakariko!" Aster did the same.
His heart was pounding louder than the crowd's chants.
This is it, Link. Give it all you've got. Father, watch over me. He thought to himself.
"They will fight until one concedes and accepts defeat." The announcement continued.
There was an applause. Giving Mipha one last look, he turned to face the Princess which made his heart skip a beat.
She was looking at him intensely. Her brow was a little furrowed. He looked away, redness erupting in his cheeks. He gave himself a small shake as he turned to face Aster.
It was the first time he has seen Aster up close. He had a broad, good-natured face with brown hair and muscular arms. He was also taller and heavier than him He took note of this as Aster is sure to land his blows heavily.
"It is an honor to fight you." They said to each other as they shook hands.
"I wish you luck, Link." Aster said in a deep voice.
"I wish you luck as well, Aster." he replied.
A bell rang in the distance signaling the start of the match.
For a long while, they stood motionless. He was waiting for Aster to make a move and he was sure that Aster was doing the same. They kept their eyes locked but nobody moved. The crowd was silent and waited with them.
When Aster did not move, he moved forward cautiously. Aster mimicked his movements and stepped back whenever he tried to close the distance between them. He recognized this to be a defensive stance. Aster seemed determined to wait him out and let him make the first move.
Very well, he could easily slip through Aster's defenses.
With a blur of motion, he jumped at Aster and slashed his ribs! He was fast but Aster was ready for his attack. He brought up his shield in time and reflexively parried his attack. He could see a glint of fear in Aster's eyes when his blade and the metal shield connected in a shower of sparks. He took this to his advantage.
He began the most complicated series of attacks that he knew. He shifted from one pose to another, combining and yet being creative in every possible way. He knew that Aster was watching him closely since the start and he wanted to surprise him with every attack he gave. But Aster seemed determine to block his every blow.
He could not keep track of how long they had been fighting. The sounds of their shields and swords clashing with each other rang throughout the field and the gasps and shouts from the crowd mingled with it. His arm burned ferociously with each stroke of his sword which became heavier every second.
The stress of the fighting and his lack of sleep was finally taking its toll on him. The fight with Savan was not an easy one and his breaths were coming out shorter and in gasps as he kept on harrassing Aster with several blows.
He could feel Aster's strength draining. With every parry, his reflexes were getting slower.
If only he could last longer.
At last, spurring on the last of his strength, he lunged and Aster was too slow to block his attack! He struck Aster at the side of his ribs which toppled him over. Hurrying, he swept the point of his sword at Aster's jawbone as he laid sprawled on the ground.
For a second, everything seemed frozen in time as his muscles trembled with exhaustion. But the crowd erupted into the largest cheer yet!
Dazed still, he held out his hand to Aster who was obviously hurt. Two other servants helped Aster off the field.
He slowly straightened as he looked up at the platform. Mipha was beaming and the King was clapping along with the other nobles.
The crowd was chanting his name, "Link! Link! Link!"
And he couldn't help it.
He smiled and breathed out into the skies. "Thank you, Father."
He was instructed not to leave the field. He stood there in the middle waiting for the proceedings to continue. They were going to bring the Master Sword out.
The King and the Princess have descended from the platform along with the other Champions. They were in front of Link and he suddenly felt small.
He was one step closer to being the true Champion but he has no idea what lies ahead. Who knows what the Master Sword will make him do? What is the final challenge? Does he have to fight someone else?
The crowd waited with bated breath and everyone else was silent. The Champions were looking at him curiously, studying him except of course, Mipha. The King's expression was unreadable and the Princess was very silent, her head bowed. He felt embarrassed and suddenly painfully aware of his poor raiment. He had a simple shirt on and his trousers had many patches. The leather of his boots were very worn and darned. His hands were callused and he was sure he smelled of sweat and dirt and the sun.
What if the King shook his hand?! He shuddered at the thought of letting royalty touch his calluses.
There was a small commotion as a group of soldiers, their suits clanging, appeared carrying a small litter with a handsome mahogany box on it.
They set the litter in front of the King. They bowed and retreated.
The box was average-sized. It had gold symbols etched on its surface that contrasted the dark mahogany wood. It was very handsome.
The King opened the box and turned it towards Link.
The crowd was silent with him as they stared at the Master Sword in reverence.
"Behold, the Sword that Seals the Darkness!" The King announced at a booming voice.
He felt a surge of anxiety burst in his chest. What now?
"Approach, Link. And take the sword."
He took a few steps forward. He could see it clearer now. The grip was dark purple, almost blue when the light shifted. The blade was all silver and shiny. His hand stopped a few inches away from the hilt.
"What will happen?" He asked the King.
There was no answer. The King's face was still unreadable. Was It curiosity? Disbelief?
It seemed as if his surroundings were on mute. Slowly, he touched it with the tips of his fingers. Nothing happened.
Taking a deep breath, he grasped the hilt and lifted it out of the its velvet cushions.
It happened so quickly he couldn't have prepared for it. It was as if an invisible giant hand was squeezing him tight. Pain erupted in every inch of his body as his life force was sucked out. His head was like a drawer that has been slammed wide open, his every thought and every memory was being sifted through and examined. He couldn't move and all he could do was wait until whatever being was examining him at that very moment finished.
Just as abruptly as it started, it stopped. He was sure it was only for a second but it felt like he was standing there for days.
He looked at the Master Sword. Savan was right. It didn't feel like it was a normal sword. It felt like, it was alive. From the tips of his fingers that was touching the hilt, he felt a faint pulse that seemed to come from the sword itself. It was also glowing a soft blue.
A cheer erupted from the crowd and the whole field was deafening. The King was beaming and clapping along with the other champions. Mipha was crying tears of joy.
He was smiling softly, looking at the sword who seemed to whisper undiscerning things to him. Looking up at the Princess, her eyes were piercingly green but she had a small smile on her lips as well.
Raising the Master Sword above his head, he turned on the spot and looked at everyone cheering for him.
The crowd was chanting his name over and over and he felt like bursting with happiness.
"Everyone, please welcome our last Champion, Link!"
He have not had the chance to speak to Mipha yet or to anyone in particular. After the excitement down at the training field, he was brought into the castle immediately and was given his own room. The servants who accompanied him kept on addressing him as 'Master Link'. He felt uncomfortable hearing it and insisted that they call him by his name but they wouldn't listen.
He was left alone for some time to dress. He was given a new shirt. It was the color of the sky, a bright blue that had the royal crest on the chest. He was also given new trousers and new boots.
After a quick shower, he put on his new clothes. Not everything has sunk in yet-like the fact that he will now be living in the castle. He was glad that he was able to tell the servants about Epona whom he left at the inn. They were going to be bring him into the royal stables.
Another thing that would take some time getting used to was his room. It was modest but he was not used to this kind of… luxury. In the middle of the room was his bed. It was at least three times bigger than his bed back home. He have not yet tested it but he was sure that it was also very soft. Excited at the thought of getting a really good night's sleep tonight, there was a also a desk and a few sheets or parchment. A bookshelf was at the corner with several books. He was surprised at this but had not yet had time to examine the titles. Books were expensive.
As he was fastening his belt, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in." He called out. Checking that he was properly dressed, the door opened. It was the same servant from earlier.
"They are ready for you now, Master Link. I am to take you to the Sanctum."
He nodded and sheathed the Master Sword at his back. Ready, he followed the servant out.
The castle was huge and there were coats of armor at the crevices every few feet. It was also mostly adorned in the blue color of royalty with flags here and there. Several paintings adorned the walls but he couldn't really appreciate them as he struggled to follow the servant through all the turns.
"Excuse me, the Sanctum?" he asked.
"The Sanctum is also called the Throne Room. The King and the other Champions are waiting for you." The servant answered him without meeting his eyes.
They passed several closed doors and finally came to the biggest and grandest of them all.
His anxiety was back. The doors were opened for him and he stepped inside. Today is the day his life begins.
They were at the center of the Sanctum. The King was on a dais. There were several other people watching him as he took his place between Urbosa and Mipha. The Princess had her back turned to him.
Mipha gave him a smile and encouraging look as the King got up and cleared his throat. Spreading his arms, he spoke.
"Welcome, warriors! I'd like to thank you for joining me here today, and for your bravery in accepting this…fateful task."
Everyone was silent. The sword was heavy on his back and he could feel several eyes watching him. In the midst of all the other champions, he felt small. Urbosa was almost twice as tall as him.
He turned his attention back to the King.
"I officially appoint you Hyrule's Champions and bestow upon you this sacred garb."
It was then that he noticed that the other Champions were also wearing something blue and not just him. Daruk had a cape with a lizard on it in white. Revali had a scarf with a bird. Mipha's was a sash tied at a knot on her shoulder with an elephant and Urbosa's was a skirt with a camel.
"That blue is a symbol of the Royal Family, one that has been passed down for countless generations. Those garments you now wear were all crafted by my daughter Zelda."
He felt a surge of pride in his tunic. So this was handmade by the Princess herself? He looked at her. She was standing in the middle of their half-circle looking up at the King as well.
Her long blond hair was golden in the sunlight.
Addressing the Princess directly, the King continued, "Zelda. I trust you with the task only a daughter of the royal family can fulfill. Lead our Champions, Princess. And together, protect our kingdom from the threat of Calamity Ganon."
A loud applause rang throughout the Sanctum. He looked over at Mipha and the other Champions and they were smiling.
He couldn't bring himself to smile yet so he just stood there awkwardly.
When the applause died down, The Princess turned around slowly and beckoned to him.
He hesitated at first but then remembered that he was a Champion now. Steeling his resolve, he closed the distance between them.
It was different, being this close to her. If it was possible, she was even more beautiful. She's perfect.
"Please kneel." Her voice was soft but echoed throughout the Sanctum.
He got down on one knee and bowed his head, unsure of what was happening.
"Hero of Hyrule, chosen by the sword that seals the darkness…"
He felt warmth from the top of his head spread to his body and his fingers and toes. He felt something change within him, a small voice whispering undiscernible as the sword pulsed seemingly on his back.
"You have shown unflinching bravery and skill in the face of darkness and adversity. And you have proved yourself worthy off the blessings of the Goddess Hylia. Whether skyward bound, adrift in time, or steeped in the glowing embers of twilight… The sacred blade is forever bound to the soul of the Hero."
It was quiet in the Sanctum as the Princess continued.
"We pray for your protection… and we hope that the two of you will grow stronger together, as one."
She stopped for a second and he was about to look up when she continued-but not to him. She was addressing the sword.
"Forged in the long-distant past, the sword that seals the darkness…
Guardian of Hyrule, ancient steel, forever bound to the hero. In the name of Goddess Hylia, I bless you and your chosen hero. Over the seas of time and distance, when we need the golden power of the Goddess… Our hope rests in you, to be forever by the hero's side. Again we pray… that the two of you will grow stronger… and be together as one."
A minute passed in silenced as they all prayed and focused on the Princess' words.
"Rise, Hylian Champion Link." her soft voice whispered.
He stood up to an applause. He looked at the Princess and she was looking back at him. Their eyes met but he could not read her mind. Her eyes were so green he could get lost in them and he wouldn't mind. The Sanctum was full of people but right now, it was just her in front of him.
There was a small smile on her lips that lit up her whole face. It was witnessing perfection and he could not look away-nor did he want to. Not ever.
It was in that moment that he knew.
He knew that he was in love with the Princess.
And he will do anything.
Anything.
For her.
Forever.