Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to the Legend of Zelda, with the exception of this storyline.
Author's note: Hiyas! Behold, I have learned HTML! This is something new for me, but I was inspired after playing Majora's Mask and Ocarina of Time. So please, sit back, relax, and enjoy my first and maybe only Zelda fic, Through the Looking Glass.
The sky was dark with heavy rain clouds above the castle of Hyrule. The dark thunderheads roiled and churned, the darkness spreading over the kingdom as sheets of rain pounded the ground. Jagged bolts of bright lightning cut through the sky as thunder roared. Below, townsfolk ran about, seeking shelter in their respective huts and homes, craving sanctuary from the fury of the heavens.
Inside the castle itself, in a room within on of the tall spires, a young princess sat in a chair by an open window, her violet eyes watching as the rain descended. Her hair, the color of spun-gold, was pulled back behind her pointed ear, each ornamented with a golden Triforce earring. A thin, ornamental tiara hung across her forehead. She was clad in a violet gown decorated with various golden designs as well as gloves that reached up above her elbows, but at the moment she cared nothing for how she looked or the jewelry she wore.
She gazed at the distant Kokiri forest. Somewhere inside was the home of a boy she herself had sent back through time to prepare for a quest he had already completed. The 18-year-old princess could remember the boy clearly… she could remember all the times she herself had talked with him on his noble quest. She remembered his iron will, unbendable and unbreakable. She remembered his kind heart; open to all who sought a friend. She remembered his eyes, defiant to those who he fought against. This boy, this Link, was willing to give up his life to save the lives of others.
She sighed longingly and let her thoughts drift back. He had saved her entire kingdom from the threat of the evil warlock Ganon. He traveled back and forth through time and mastered its very flow. He had triumphed over enormous odds and returned the kingdom to peace.
Even now, work was being done all over to restore Hyrule to its former glory. The ring of lava surrounding the castle had been changed to crystal clear water by the use of heavy magic. The castle was returned to its former glory, and the town was cleansed of all the undead wandering it's streets. The various temples dotting the countryside had been cleansed of all evils by their respective sages. All over the countryside, earthly wounds were being healed. But there was one wound, an emotional wound, that was far from being sealed.
You love him.
The princess gazed out into the torrential rain. Yes… she loved him. She loved the boy who had come to her rescue, to the rescue of her entire kingdom. He had been robbed of seven years of his life between the first time she saw him and the last time… a ten-year-old boy with the capable body of a young adult. He showed her that even a child can make a difference….
Why do you not seek him out?
Zelda stood. His voice kept intruding upon her thoughts. No, not Link's…the boy had hardly spoken at all. The voice of another… oh, how he plagued her. In truth, he had seen Link more often then she herself did. She envied him for that. But that was foolish. How could she be jealous of a person who did not exist?
Princess…I will help you, if you let me.
She moved past her four-poster bed to a full-length body mirror mounted on her wall. Her violet eyes gazed into the reflective surface, while red orbs gazed back. She could almost see the outline of the blue armor, of the red symbol of the Sheikah on her chest, of the tattered white cloth that shrouded the figure's face. Bangs of gold arched out over her reflection's eyes, the eyes that were her own yet so different. Princess Zelda gazed into the mirror, and Sheik gazed back.
Why do you fight me so?
"What would my people think," Zelda murmured to herself, "if they knew that I saw imaginary figures in mirrors and heard voices in my head…"
I am not an aspect of your imagination, Zelda… I am a part of you. Why do you hold me back?
The princess closed her eyes and willed the apparition away. When she opened them again, the spectral figure was gone from her mirror. She silently sighed with relief. These images of Sheik were coming more and more frequently. The urge to become the mysterious teenager again was nearly overwhelming. Indeed, he had been closer to Link then she was, and he was her only connection to the forest boy. Why must her only connection to Link be this shadow of herself?
Zelda moved back to the window and sat gently on her wooden chair again, gazing back out into Hyrule. The rain had not lessened, and the bleakness of the day reflected her own mood. She thought about how she missed the boy she had sent back… and what she would do to get him back.