The Legend of Zelda: The Triforce Monk
Chapter 2
Aclerias stopped slowly. The forest he just traveled through ended abruptly, as if his Mothers had lazily painted it there. The irony of this was what lay at it's border. A desert, stretching far into the horizon, across miles of dunes. This was the Desert of Hyrule. The Gerudo lay on the opposite side. The only safe path was across the Sand Bridge; a collection of wooden posts that the Gerudo themselves had placed to guide travelers safely. Aclerias smiled. The Gerudo also had placed them to guide those same people to their fortress. A prison fortress.
Looking back into the forest, Aclerias sighed. Termina lay that direction. He had chased the Hero through there, just before the Carnival of Time. He had seen the marriage of Kafei and Anju, which caused him to miss the Hero. Also, the Happy Mask Salesman had never given it back to him...
He shook his head and returned his view to the desert. He sighed again, and began walking towards the first set of posts.
Nabooru woke. She looked around the room. It was still. The only light was a faint yellow glow coming from one of her shelves. She stood and smiled. At least the Medallion is safe. she thought. Wrapping her blanket around her, she stood and crossed the room to where it lay. She picked it up.
The yellow medallion shone brightly in the dark desert night, as if it had it's own will to smite the dark. She walked back to her bed, and sat down, staring at the coin. What secrets do you hold? Defeated, she gave up and put it on her bedside nightstand. She rose and moved to the window.
The desert was dark, as usual, and cold. Nabooru shivered. She was used to the bright sunny hot days, not these frigid nights. She pulled the blanket farther around her shoulders.
A soft knock came from the door to her chambers. She turned and stood erect. "Enter." The door cracked open slightly, and her maidservant, Geerda, entered.
"Lady, I could not help but hear you walking around. Is all well?" Nabooru relaxed. "Come, Geerda. Sit." The maid raised her chin, as was the Gerudo sign of acknowledgment, and sat on the end of the bed. Nabooru turned back to the window. Geerda had been Nabooru's close friend since they could walk, which is a long time for the Gerudo. She trusted her with everything, even wild ideas, and was never judged.
"Geerda," Nabooru continued to stare out at the farthest post on the Sand Bridge. It was slowly becoming daylight. "Have you ever wondered why the Goddesses created Hyrule?"
Geerda shifted on the bed. "It is not wise to question the Goddesses." Nabooru laughed. "Yes, I know. But just think for a moment. What was their purpose? Were they trying to open a door to another realm? Did they fail? Did they succeed?" She turned to face Geerda.
Geerda rose, crossed to the window with her, and took her hand. "Lady Nabooru, I don't know what the goddesses wanted with this world, or why they wanted such things. All that I know is, no matter what the Goddesses wanted, that things just are."
Nabooru shrugged. "I don't think it's that simple though. I want to know." Geerda sighed. "Some things even we should not know, Nabooru. Now, you need your rest. The King will be here in the morning, and you have to look your best."
Nabooru rolled her eyes. "Why should I bend to his will? So what if he is the only male Gerudo in a hundred years, that doesn't mean we all have to obey him. Besides, he's half my age, and I'm nearly seventy!" Geerda touched her shoulder. "That is precisely why you must appeal to him. You're young, by a Gerudo's standard, but he is younger. You are the closest one to his age." Nabooru pushed herself from the window. "Your wisdom surpasses mine, Geerda."
Geerda smiled as she let her gaze drift back out the window. Out in the distance, just within the farthest posts, she saw a figure standing between them. "Lady Nabooru! A traveler from the south, along the Sand Bridge!"
Nabooru twisted. "What?!" She bolted to the window. sure enough, a lone figure stood on the horizon just as the sun peeked over a dune. "Geerda, wake the guard, tell them to be on alert, but not harm our..." She thought, then smiled. "Guest." Geerda nodded, then shuffled from the door.
This prisoner could help me avoid Gannondorf tomorrow... she thought selfishly, and donned her day wear.
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