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GAH. I just realized that the first sentence in the other chapter sounds really awkward. I fixed it though. :D
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Zelda sat up, stretching her arms upward. She rubbed her eyes, frustrated, trying to remember something from the day before that she couldn't grasp. Suddenly, her eyes snapped open. 'The book!' she thought frantically, scrambling down the ladder in her haste.
On the bottom bunk, Samus opened an eye blearily. "What's the rush?" she mumbled almost inaudibly.
"I … I'm just trying to get up earlier!" the elf chuckled nervously, inching towards the washroom.
Samus raised an eyebrow. "Okay?" Thankfully for Zelda, she didn't question her any further and quickly fell asleep again.
Zelda breathed a sigh of relief. 'Why can I never lie properly?' she thought furiously, sitting down on her favourite chair. 'I'm so lucky that Samus isn't someone who likes to question someone …'
She picked the diary up again, flipping to the page where she had delicately placed her bookmark last night.
November 26, 1856
At the council today, the generals said that the enemies are approaching to the castle and will probably get here in a week. Everyone is doing their best to prepare for the attack.
Everyone seems to have a gloomy aura – I don't think any one has positive thoughts about this. There's no doubt that we're not going to win this time, with our weakened troops and loss of men.
Hiroshi is staying for the attack. I think he is still intent on helping us somehow, even though he is only one man.
There's one thing that's bothering me – what's this secret weapon that the enemies talk about? What will we do about it?
November 27, 1856
They are traveling faster than we expected. They'll be here in one or two days, three at max. I have to go – they need help with preparations!
November 28, 1856
All I have to say is that I'm nervous. What will happen to us after the invasion? Will I die? No - I can't think on a selfish thought right now. I have to help my country!
Later that night
We're as prepared as we can be. Good night journal, and I'll hope I'll still be here in the morning to record what happens!
"What're you reading that's got you so interested?" Zelda's roommate asked, looking over the Hyrulian's shoulder.
"WAH!" Zelda screamed, slamming the book shut. "Don't surprise me like that Samus – one day. I might hit you by accident."
"Whatever. Breakfast?"
"Hey, you bum, don't leave me behind again!"
- - - -
Zelda sat down at her usual spot, poking her sausage with her fork.
"Hey Zelda?" Young Link asked, his mouth full.
"Mhm?"
"Are you going to eat that sausage?"
"No … you can have it."
"Thanks a bunch, Zelda!" Young Link grinned as he claimed Zelda's sausage as his own.
"Zelda?" Peach asked, poking her friend's elbow.
"Yes?"
"You seem kind of down today. Are you okay?"
"Huh? No I'm fine! Of course I'm fine! Why would I be sad?" Zelda sat up, her eyes immediately alert, her mouth pulled into a false smile.
"If you say so, Zelda!"
"Zelda?"
"What is it?"
"I'm going, okay?
"Alright, Samus!"
"Zelda?"
"What is it?!" the princess asked, annoyed, as she turned around to face the green-clad hero, Link.
"Sorry!" he said hastily, backing away. "Were you busy or something?"
"No, no, sorry." Zelda smiled. "It's just that everyone's been bothering me … What is it, Link?"
"I … I was just wondering if you wanted to take a walk," Link blushed. "The weather's rather … nice today," he finished lamely, as he gestured towards the window.
Zelda raised an eyebrow, as it was actually rather cloudy and looked like it was about to rain. "Okay then …?"
"Great!" he smiled. "I'll meet you outside then?"
"Alright, Link."
- - - -
The two Hyrulians trod on the worn out dirt path, both lost in their own thoughts.
"Link?"
"Yes, Zelda?" Link lifted his head to look at the pretty elfin princess.
"Why'd you drag me out here anyways?" she smiled at her best friend.
"I … er … um … That is …" Link stammered, his face resembling an over grown tomato.
"Link, are you okay?" Zelda asked, alarmed. "Do you have a fever or something?" She took off one of her gloves and placed it gently on the other's forehead, causing him to redden even more. "You're burning up!"
"No I'm not! I'm okay, I'm okay!" Link waved his hands around.
"But -"
"Zel."
"Yes?"
"What's …" Link took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down in vain. "What's …"
"Are you okay?!"
"Yes!" the Hero of Time closed his eyes. "What's your relationship with that … Aritian?" he spat.
"Marth?"
"Yes, him!"
Zelda laughed, her eyes dancing. "We're just friends, Link." I wish we were more though …
Link gave a sigh of relief. "Okay then!" he said happily.
The princess wagged her finger in front of the hero's face. "You can't possibly be jealous, hmm?"
"Uhh … n-no! Of course not! I was just w-wondering …" he stammered, his face reddening again.
Zelda giggled. "I was just joking, idiot!"
"Who are you calling an idiot?!"
"You, of course!"
Unknown to Zelda and Link, there was someone watching their every move, sadness and pain reflecting in her clear blue eyes.
- - - -
Once Zelda returned to her room, she immediately opened the book. There was still more to read – yet, for some reason, the writing seemed sloppier, more rushed. Zelda frowned. There's something wrong …
November 29, 1856
Like I predicted, the enemies are here. They're screaming for the King to show his face to them, jeering unashamedly at us. They will probably begin attacking soon –
Here, the ink seemed to smudge, as if the writer was dropped the pen.
"Zelda!" someone yelled from the hallway.
"What is it?" she replied, hastily stuffing her bookmark into its place.
"C'mon already – Master Hand's finally posted up the times and people for the brawls after yours!"
"Alright, I'm coming!"
- - - -
As people jostled for a better view, Zelda stayed at the back, waiting for the crowd to dissipate a little.
"Alright, puffball, I am so going to beat you in our next brawl!"
"POYO!"
"GAAH! MY FINGER! GEROFF ME, YOU LITTLE WORM!"
"Beaaaaaans …"
"Pika?"
"I fight for my friends!"
"Shut up, Ike."
And so it went. When the crowd finally calmed down about, Zelda made her way to the bulletin board, to check for any brawls she'd have to participate in.
Tournaments for the week after
Kirby vs. King Dedede
Pit vs. Ike
Rob vs. Meta Knight
Wolf vs. Samus
Wario vs. Diddy Kong
Snake vs. Bowser
Link vs. Pikachu
Zelda vs. Donkey Kong
Peach vs. Lucario
Captain Falcon vs. Ganondork (Someone crossed the 'f' out and put a 'k')
Nana vs. Popo
Lucas vs. Olimar
Sonic vs. Luigi
Falco vs. Mario
Mr. G&W vs. Mewtwo
Young Link vs. Toon Link
Marth vs. Fox
Yoshi vs. Pichu
Roy vs. Pokemon Trainer
Ness vs. Jigglypuff
"So I'm against Donkey Kong," Zelda commented, still observing the list.
"You know, I find the Nana vs. Popo thing very unfair. Isn't Nana supposed to follow Popo around or something?" asked Peach sceptically.
"I guess we ran out of people to get everyone in a brawl."
"What about Dr. Mario?"
"… Peach, he's the doctor."
"Oh, right."
"Peach, I have to go, okay?"
"Eh, why?"
"Lunch!"
"But, Zelda - !" Peach started, but it was already too late. Zelda had already run off. "Lunch isn't until 12 …" There was a crash, followed by a string of apologies from Zelda and more footsteps. Peach twitched.
"That's Zelda for you …"
- - - -
Later –
I will write fast, since we are still fighting to hold them off, and they need me as a healer. Our armies are diminishing by the second, and their armies are much stronger than we expected.
They are fighting their way into the palace. We are in an incredibly dangerous position – and yet, I don't think they unleashed their ultimate weapon yet. If just this can cause such devastation, what will happen when they use it?
I think I will keep this journal with me the entire time, because if I get taken somewhere, I can still record what happened so people in the future will know what happened.
November 30, 1856
Our enemies still haven't broken in yet, which I am eternally glad for. Hiroshi seemed to be tense this entire morning, for unknown reasons.
Later-
I will start this off by a simple question:
Is this what love is?
Today, Hiroshi asked me to take a break from healing and to go with him outside. I agreed, and we walked out to the shelters of my favourite oak tree.
I asked him what the matter was, and he did not answer. Instead, he pulled me close to his body. I was startled, of course, but I didn't push him away. We stayed that way for a while, just standing there … when he pulled my chin upwards, forcing me to look straight into his eyes. Then, we somehow got closer and closer …
… and we kissed. He whispered three simple words into my ear that made my heart freeze.
"I love you."
December 1st, 1856
Bad news. Very bad news.
The enemies have managed to break in. They made off with many of our servants, killed several of the healers, and I fear that they will kill Father very soon. I want to help, to protect him … but I know I can't. I hate this helplessness I feel – How I can't do anything. Why?! Why me …?
Zelda pressed her fingers on the old crinkly pages, noticing that there was what looked like a tear stain on the page.
There were several bangs on the door. "Oi, Zelda! Lunch!"
"Coming!"
- - - -
After the disturbingly disgusting lunch, Zelda rushed up the stairs, only to be stopped by a certain prince.
"You nearly bulldozed over me there – what's the rush?" Marth chuckled, blocking her way up.
"I'm just … reading a really good book …" Zelda murmured nervously, jumping from foot to foot.
"Quit locking yourself up so much," Marth smiled. "Don't want to see a princess like you cooped up in a room all the time, alright?"
"Okay!" Zelda stammered, then she smiled. "Thanks Prince Marth!"
- - - -
December 2nd, 1856
I am in the enemies' prison right now.
Only this morning, when I rushed to the Great Hall to find my father, I overheard him talking to the enemies.
"This is the last time we'll ask, King," I heard them say. "Will you give up your country and your title?"
"Never," my father hissed.
"Well then, I suppose you won't mind if we take your daughter then." Suddenly, the door blasted open in my face, and they took me by surprise. One of the big brutes just grabbed me and put me on his shoulder like a sack of flour.
I screamed for him to let me go, when Hiroshi suddenly dropped down in front of him.
"Leave the princess alone," he said, his eyes narrowing. One of the enemies – I think the leader of the pack – yelled, "Kill him!"
I don't remember saying anything, but I think I screamed 'NO' out, because suddenly everyone stopped, and the leader grinned maliciously.
"Since it's the princess's wishes, just take him with us!"
And that's how I ended up here. I can hear Hiroshi in the cell a ways down yelling, "GET AWAY FROM ME YOU BIG ARITIAN -"
Suddenly, Zelda gripped the book so hard that her knuckles turned white.
"A-Aritians?"
How is it? :D
Ooooh, Aritians. :D I wonder … -eats cake-
Review, my good minions! :D –shmooshes cake onto faces-
