Link's POV

Link sat cross-legged on the stable floor. He and Nabooru were sitting in the stable to keep Epona and Phantom (Nabooru's horse)

company. It was after dusk, and the candles were casting strange shadows on the wall. In the candle light, Nabooru looked

attractive. Her copper-toned skin almost glowed, and her fiery hair went well with flames. He hoped he looked as good in the light as

she did. But he was thankful it was Nabooru sitting here, not some other girl. Ever since he'd saved the world and was appointed to Captain

of the Guard, women all over were dying for his attention. Some fainted when they saw him, others flirted. He wasn't into that. It made him wish

he could turn into a rat and run away. He did have a few friends who treated him like a friend, and was thankful for them. Malon was awesome;

she could make him feel completely comfortable and at peace. Especially when they would ride on their horses together around the ranch. Zelda

was a lot of fun when she wasn't surrounded by suitors too. In that way, she had the same problem, so they could understand each others' pain.

Link had thought about marrying her...but she was a queen. She was also always busy...and had a lot of pressure. He wasn't sure he wanted

to be king. But she could turn into Sheik if necessary, so that was okay. Saria was like his best friend. She could understand anything he was trying to say.

But she was a sage, and was usually helping the Kokiri with problems. Ruto...well, she still thought of him as her fiance, but still was pretty fun to be with.

Sometimes she would freak him out, but not too badly. Impa took upon herself to teach him close combat and quick reflexes, so she always was ready to challenge him to a duel.

And sometimes, she would help him with his girl troubles if he had any. She was like his 'mother figure'. But when it came to Nabooru, she had never really stayed in touch.

That's why it was surprising to him when she asked for help. Even here, in the stable, she wasn't really talking to him. Her concentration was in a spell book she had found.

Even though he had just arrived this morning, Nabooru had already set to work on trying to figure out a way to defeat Koume and Kotake. That was okay, he supposed. But

he didn't know how he was supposed to help her. Epona was neighed softly, she wanted his attention. Link guessed that Phantom wasn't really be social at the moment,

and Epona didn't like it. That was how he felt too. Nabooru didn't feel like socializing, and he didn't like it.

Nabooru's POV

Nabooru was completely focused on the spell book she had found in one of the shelves of the 'magic room'. She was looking for a way to stop the witches,

or at least undo their spell on her people. Nothing else was important at the moment. She was running out of time, and Koume and Kotake were getting more and

more powerful by the minute. Despair filled her being as she flipped through the pages. So far, she had found nothing of use. And Link wasn't offering any suggestions,

he was too busy playing with his horse. She wished there was another suit of armor nearby so she could slice it. Even though she was stressed, she tried to hide it.

Phantom snorted and she looked up. Phantom was black as midnight, and his mane and tail were sort-of a silvery grey color. In the night-time, he really did look

like a phantom. There was a long history between her horse and she. It hadn't been easy to obtain him. Actually, Ganondorf had wanted him at first. His first horse had

died of exhaustion, and Phantom was second best. But Nabooru had seen the way Ganondorf had treated his last mare, and didn't want Phantom to have the same fate.

So, because she knew Ganondorf loved her, she asked for Phantom. Ganondorf was drunk when she had asked, and signed the paper Nabooru had produced. But when

he was sober again, he was mad at her for deceiving him. A long struggle followed concerning who was going to get Phantom. But Nabooru had won by using her wits and

beauty. She got up and hugged the stallion. He neighed happily. She went and sat back down after a few minutes, and watched Link as he brushed Epona. In the dim light,

he looked amazing. The shadow behind him was stocky, tall, and attractive. How could he not have a wife? He was probably the most popular and good-looking guy in all

of Hyrule. The question and silence was nagging her, and soon she couldn't bear it. "Why aren't you married Link?" She asked. Link's face showed shock, but no other emotion

was present. "Why do you ask that?" He responded after a few minutes. "Because...I'm sure you want to settle down sometime." Nabooru didn't tell him her real answer.

She didn't want to tell him that he was handsome. She didn't want to scare him. He sighed a very long sigh. She guessed that this was not a new thing.

"Yes, it would be nice...I guess. But why must you ask? You ask me personal things so suddenly. I never know what to think. Not to mention, you have been ignoring

me this entire time." His response shocked her. She was unpredictable? She was ignoring him? Her response was quick to come. "I'm ignoring you? Are you offended

by my attempts to figure out how to solve the problem at hand? That's immature...almost hard to believe your the 'Hero Of Time'!" Link looked hurt. But then his face changed

to anger. "Well, if your so clever and if you can do this by yourself, I'll just let you! You didn't tell me how to help, and so I waited for you to tell me. And as for why I'm not

married...maybe it's because women, no, females in general aren't worth it! I'm getting out of here...you can figure this out yourself." He started to put his saddle on Epona.

Nabooru was angry. Men were so stubborn. But she knew she needed him, or the witches would control everyone everywhere. "Link! Don't go...I'm sorry. I don't mean what

I said. Your not immature, and I need you to help me. I can't do this alone. Please don't leave." He stopped saddling Epona. "I forgive you..and your not so bad yourself.

Sure, your mysterious and unpredictable, but your strong in spirit and physique. I won't go." Nabooru was relieved, but also very tired. "I'm going to bed. I'm sure we'll find something out tomorrow.

Good-night Link." "Good-night Nabooru." He said back. She picked up the spell book and went to her bedchamber.

Link's POV

Link was still kind-of annoyed with Nabooru for asking him personal questions. He was also still miffed because she had called him immature. But he guessed that what he had

said wasn't exactly nice either. Women, especially Nabooru, were hard to understand. He wished Navi was here. Or even maybe Impa. But it was late and he needed to get

some sleep, so he headed off to one of the many bedrooms in the temple. Once he found one, he took off all of his weapons and laid them on the floor.

He took off his boots, shirt, and cap, and got into bed.

He replayed their fight in his mind. It took him a while to fall asleep. When he finally fell asleep, his dream was about Koume and Kotake. They were a pale white, and were

saying the same spell over and over. All the people within ear-shot were brainwashed, and it seemed that the more people brainwashed, the stronger the witches became.

Link and Nabooru needed to stop them. And soon.