Pushing Through the Pain
This game is so hard. If you haven't played you you've got no idea. I had to start a new game because I was stuck and got sick of wandering around and dying, and then the mic on my DSi broke so I have to use my sisters and rant rant blah. Anyway, after I restarted the game, I felt inspired, which is always a good thing, so here ya go.
I don't own The Legend of Zelda, savvy? On with the story!
I am a Grand Princess, my heart is pure gold.
I only think good thoughts, I'm precious, you know.
It's my Royal Decree that I must get my way,
And you should hand over your treasures, I say.
Ah, the world is my oyster, yes, everything's mine.
I don't want to hear of your hard work and time,
'cause it just doesn't matter, I own all things by right.
In fact I am claiming whatever's in sight.
She was dead.
She still couldn't believe it. She, Princess Zelda of New Hyrule, was dead. It was ironic, really. The second she finally steps foot out of the prison she called Hyrule Castle she gets her head practically blasted off. Not the way she planned for her little escapade to go.
She was supposed to ride that beautiful old train to the Tower of the Spirits, investigate the disappearance of the Spirit Tracks, prove to everyone that she was more than a figure head, and then go back a hero and kick Chancellor Cole out of the castle so hard he'd land in the Old Hyrule where her ancestors came from.
Instead she was floating about looking paler than her makeup would ever have allowed, flying straight through walls and doors and generally being held back in every possible way, and had to pretend that she was alright with that.
That was another thing. She wondered why Link could see her. She could understand that the Lokomos could see her, with them being like the Sages that used to guard the temples in Old Hyrule before the whole place was flooded, but he was just a boy. It didn't make sense that such an ordinary person could see spirits.
And he really was ordinary after all. Come on, he was an engineer. Nothing special, although she was taught that everyone had a special job to do that kept the county running smoothly, like the well-oiled cogs of a clock. He should have been driving that train of his around, delivering goods and passengers, instead of wielding a second-hand sword and hurling himself fearlessly into battle.
Zelda only envied him more. She missed the feeling of cool water sliding down her throat. She missed the taste of sweet nectar from the rare Hyoi Pear. She even missed the feel of the wind against her delicate skin like sandpaper when there was a storm. She was jealous because Link could feel, even if the things that he felt weren't what he wanted to feel.
Then, there was the rather perplexing issue of her body.
Of course, if the fairy tales regarding princesses were to be believed, then it was all in a day's work for her to be captured and for the hero to save her, but she thought that she would be kept alive for all that. She seriously doubted any of those princesses had died and then become a ghost. That would give those fairy tales a whole new sinister edge.
According to Anjean, an ancient Lokomo who Zelda and Link met when they finally got to the Tower of Spirits, the Demon King Malladus was going to possess her. I mean, eww! Zelda was a Princess! She was supposed to be beautiful and composed at all times. Having a demon running around in her body was just gross.
And, to top it all off, she was supposed to help. She was dead, therefore even more helpless than she expected to be. Link should've been running around trying to save her while she prayed for his safe return, hair clean and shining and fingernails dirt-free. Instead she was going to run around with him. Well, fly around.
Then, when Link was surely about to die, she protected him without even trying. For the first time she'd done something without someone telling her it was the right thing to do. She hurled her ethereal body at the Phantom and forced it into submission. That alone made her feel more powerful than she'd ever felt before.
And now she could finally do something. She didn't have to try and grasp Link every time he stumbled, only to see her hands slide straight though his back like she wasn't there. With a swing of her sword she could cut down any enemy that dared go within swinging distance with her, or carry Link across lava and through spikes without hesitating.
And they got a new train out of it too. You had to let the old train have a seizure before it would start working. Zelda wondered if the ruins of that train were still strewn across the countryside, gathering dust and rust and pests. She almost felt sad for it, before she realised she was feeling sympathy for inanimate objects. Being a ghost must've addled her brains.
The Spirit Train was a work of art. It never creaked or groaned. It was painted with paint that never chipped or peeled. It could withstand any weather without complaint. No wonder the spirits used it to get around. That sure was a really innovative use for the shackles that bind Malladus into the Tower of Spirits. Well, bind him for the moment.
He had her body.
And she was coming at him to get it back.
