A/N: K, this is kind of a long chapter. So sorry, Lisilgirl, that this isn't a short chapter! I actually read your review after I had already written most of it, soo..yeah. Don't worry, it's pretty rare that I'll write this much. I hope you all enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Zelda.
Chapter Four: An Astounding Revelation
"Slow down!"
Link and Zelda were riding through the forest that lay to the east of Hyrule. The reason they were out together was a "special bonding trip" the King had planned for them to go on. The King's decision for this little outing was, at first, supported by Zelda, who wanted to get away from the castle her father rarely let her leave these days.
But upon learning that it would include her currently least-favorite person in the world, she had quickly grown sullen.
"Slow down, damn it!" Link bellowed after the Princess, who had charged on ahead on her snowy white horse at a furious pace. "Fine, you want to play games? I'll play along, then. Come on Epona, let's show her how fast we can go!" But that idea didn't appeal to the chestnut-colored horse, who had stopped to munch on some delicious grass.
Link looked down at her in disbelief. "This is my warrior steed? I said, let's go!" But Epona completely ignored him and wouldn't budge.
He heard Zelda laugh from somewhere up ahead. "My father hired you to protect me? How pitiful!"
Link felt himself going red, and not from embarrassment anymore, but from anger. "Epona, are you going to let that ugly, royal, male horse beat you? You're really that weak, aren't you?" he taunted, hoping it would arouse her. And it worked. Epona's head shot up and she snorted in anger. Without waiting for Link's command, she charged forward.
But by wasting just a few seconds of precious time, they had lost Zelda's trail. After a short while, Link commanded Epona to stop, hoping she would in her sudden rage. Fortunately, she did, and immediately bent her neck down to eat more grass, acting as if nothing had just happened. Link looked down at her in bewilderment. What are they feeding you in that place? He shook his head, dismissing the thought, and looked around him, but could not see Zelda or a white horse anywhere.
Link gulped and began to worry. If I don't find her, I'll be executed for sure. What was that? His ears had suddenly twitched; he heard a whooshing noise from behind him, as if something was flying through the air. He quickly turned around in his saddle and saw a medium-sized rock flying, with great speed, toward his face. Link's arm automatically rose up and he caught the rock in his palm, stopping it from smashing into his face.
Link, shaken, dropped the rock on the ground and looked over in the direction of where the rock was thrown. Zelda was there, perched gracefully on her horse, smirking. "What's the big idea? Are you trying to kill me or something?" Link said furiously.
"I was merely trying to get your attention. You're as blind as a bat."
"Oh, so the way to get people's attention is to chuck a huge rock at the back of their head!"
Zelda laughed lightly. "Well, that's my way with people I hate. Was my father drunk when he hired you?"
What is it with people around here accusing others of being drunk? Link thought. He scowled and remained silent.
Zelda continued, "While your lazy horse was disgustingly engorging herself on grass, I found a place for our picnic."
Link's eyebrows rose suspiciously. "Picnic? I am not eating any food you handled." Link's thoughts immediately went to poison and, worst of all, girl cooties.
"Impa packed it, not me," she snapped. "Now hurry and follow me. The sooner we finish eating, the quicker we can get back to the castle and end this horrible rendezvous." And with that, she turned her horse around and trotted off. Link turned Epona around (who now seemed to have her fill of grass) and followed behind her.
They rode in silence for a minute or two before the trees began to thin considerably; Link also noticed that the ground underneath them was beginning to rise. Up ahead, he could see the cloudless blue sky and the sun.
As they exited the forest, the horse's soft trot changed to a hard clop; Link looked down and saw grey rock. Zelda called softly for her horse to halt and got off, tying his reigns to a nearby tree. Link followed suit and then followed Zelda across a rocky cliff to the very edge of it where the picnic basket was.
Link peered cautiously over the cliff; its sharp drop-off led to a raging river below. Beyond that was a beautiful valley: a field of purple and yellow flowers stretched endlessly across the landscape, looking like a delicate watercolor painting. Butterflies of every kind flew gracefully around, adding to the valley's beauty and innocence. In the distance he could see the majestic Hyrule castle, standing proud and solemn.
Link gaped at the sight in awe. "Wow...This is an amazing view!"
"Yes. I used to come here a lot as a child," Zelda said quietly, gazing at the landscape. Link looked at her in surprise. Did she just say something nice to me? But as she turned to look at Link, her calm, beautiful face instantly shattered into a mask of anger.
"What are you staring at? And who told you you could talk? You know what, don't answer me. I prefer it when you're as invisible as possible." She then began unpacking the food from the basket with unnecessary force, looking flustered. Link rolled his eyes. I guess I got my hopes up to high…What did I expect, anyway?
They ate in a familiar, cold silence, looking at the scenery around them. "Pass me the salt," Zelda said after a while.
Link looked at her in mocking shock. "What? The Princess of Hyrule does not use proper table manners? I think the world is going to end!" In response, Zelda wordlessly reached her arm across the basket and snatched the salt herself. She unscrewed the top off and dumped it all unceremoniously into Link's pudding he was holding.
You certainly like playing games, don't you? Link thought. Well, so do I. He scraped a large spoonful of his now salted pudding and dumped it into her water glass. "Oops," he said, pulling his best innocent face.
Zelda's eyes flashed. "I've had enough of this!" Enraged, she stood up and began throwing the food back into the picnic basket. Link felt his head throb in annoyance and walked back to Epona. He only stood there for a few moments before his supersonic ears suddenly twitched once again, picking up the patter of feet running quickly across the ground. Link whirled around just as Zelda hurled a cherry pie right on his head. "That's what you get for ruining my life," she cried, and ran over to her horse, quickly untied it, and took off through the trees.
Link stared after her in a mixture of shock and pure loathing. Wiping what he could from his head (Epona was licking his head interestedly), he got on Epona, untied her, and quickly followed Zelda. Thanks for ruining my life, too, he thought, thinking wistfully of his old life and almost wishing Popo had never showed him that flier.
He looked bitterly ahead and saw Zelda in the far distance. The King won't let me quit, he thought. There's got to be a way out of this misery…But no matter how hard he tired, he couldn't think of anything that would work. He then heard the rustling of leaves overhead, as if something big was moving about. Link told Epona to slow down and looked up at the canopy of overlapping trees, his mouth opening in surprise. Staring down at him through the leaves was an ugly, muscular creature with a bulldog-like face with a spear in its hand. Link blinked, but when he looked back at the thing, it was already gone.
As Link's heart rate returned to normal, he strained his brain; he knew, sometime in his life, he had seen a face like that before. But where? But the most pressing questions Link had were, what was that creature, and why hadn't he seen any of them around these woods before?
"Where are they now?" King Harkinan and a group of knights stood clustered around a table with an old map of Hyrule upon it.
"They've made camp in these caves, about a two-day march from here," Sir Lyle explained, pointing to it on the map. "But they appear to be stationary – they've been there for about a day now."
The King nodded. "I don't know whether that's good news or not, but keep the scouts in their usual positions; we don't want to let our guards down, or they will do something unexpected. According to history, Ganondorf was very cunning and actually quite intelligent; he might already be aware of our presence without us knowing it."
"Should we…warn all of Hyrule about him yet?"
"Yes; we'll post official warning signs around and spread the word to as many people as we can. I leave the job to writing the signs up to all of you," he said, gesturing to the five knights around the table. "Write a rough draft of it, I will review it, and if I approve, I'll finish the rest of the official mumbo-jumbo. When I'm done, I will give them to you and all the other knights. Your job is to hand them out to as many people as you can across the entire country and post them anywhere you think people will look. The news of this will spread quite rapidly, so I'm sure everyone will be alerted.
"Now, is there anything else you wish to report to me?" The knights shook their heads. "Then you are dismissed," Harkinan said, waving his hand idly. "And I want that rough draft by tonight."
The five knights declined their heads respectfully and trooped out of the room. The King walked over to a wooden chair and was about to sit down when another impatient knock sounded on the door. The King groaned and put a hand over his heart. I wouldn't be surprised if I got a heart attack right now from all this stress. "Who is it, Francis?" he said wearily, easing slowly into the chair. I don't care who it is, I'm not moving from this spot!
"It's Prince Krishna Taesama, representing the country Pajan," Francis announced squeakily.
At the sound of the name, The King bolted out of his chair, his spirits rising with him. Feeling his previous troubles melted away, he called out cheerfully, "Ah, yes! Let him in, let him in!"
A tall man entered the room, wearing a long, white coat with blood-red under armor underneath it and tall brown boots that rose up to his knees. He had red-brown hair with thick bangs that hung over his green eyes, a thin mouth, and a long, pointed, handsome face. His eyes were dark and shadowed, giving him a cunning and mysterious look. He walked up to the King and bowed low. "It's a pleasure to see you again, King Harkinan," Krishna said in a deep voice.
The King beamed at him. "Same to you, Krishna. How is your family doing? Are they here with you?"
"They are well, thank you. And no, they decided to stay behind. Father is trying to keep the citizens calm, for a…mysterious evil has just passed through our country. Have you been disturbed by anything like that here?"
Krishna Taesama was the son of King Rujita Taesama, the ruler of the country Pajan, which was to the south of Hyrule. It was a custom that the royal families from different countries came together once and a while, whether that be for trading valuable resources not found in their country, or just hold feasts and festivities to boost their relations and avoid war. The Taesama and Harkinan families had had good relations for many years and were very friendly towards one another.
Harkinan's face hardened. "Yes. Our scouts have been keeping an eye on that evil. We believe that evil, in fact, is Ganondorf, a legendary man of our country's history. Do you know of that legend?"
Krishna nodded, his eyes sparkling mysteriously, almost eagerly. "It was told to me by my parents when I was younger and I find it quite fascinating. But what I want to know is how he returned to power."
"If it's the same Ganondorf," King Harkinan said nervously. "And I certainly hope it's not. If his reign of terror presided over us today as it did centuries ago, then Hyrule, and possibly the entire world, is doomed for sure."
"And why is that?" Krishna asked quietly.
"Well, to put it simply, the Hero of Time is long dead, and he was the only one who could defeat Ganondorf. He was just a human, unlike Ganondorf, who, I think, was close to a demon. And if I'm correct, it takes more than one time to kill a demon for good." He shuddered involuntarily. "But let's talk about something more happier, shall we?" he said, smiling. He clapped his hands together and rubbed them eagerly. "So, you are here for the usual business trip, I presume?
Krishna's eyes remained as cold as ever, although he smiled slightly. "Unfortunately, I'm not here for that, your Highness. This may come as a surprise to you, but I've come to ask permission for Princess Zelda's hand in marriage."
The King gaped at him in Krishna's predicted surprise. He then burst out laughing, his cheeks merrily glowing red. "I never thought this day would come!" he cried out. Without hesitating, he continued, "Because you are a trusted and well-respected family friend, I give you permission to marry my daughter! Oh, will Zelda be ecstatic. I know she holds a lot of respect for you!"
"Thank you, King Harkinan," Krishna said, bowing to him again. "You don't know how happy that makes me feel." But he didn't look happy or joyful; instead, he looked relived and satisfied. "Mother and Father will also be pleased to hear the good news."
An idea suddenly formed in the King's mind. "What do you think of the idea of a ball tomorrow night? That way, you can properly propose to Zelda, and then we can celebrate your engagement!"
"A brilliant idea. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to send a letter to Mother and Father so they can arrive here tomorrow morning. And thank you once again for your most gracious permission," he said, bowing his head.
"Not a problem, my boy," Harkinan said. And with that, Krishna turned around and strode out of the room.
The King sighed happily. "Oh, Francis, what wonderful news!" he exclaimed, grabbing his assistant and began, randomly, doing a fast-paced waltz with him, twirling and dancing across the wooden floor. "This day has turned out better than I thought. Zelda will finally be happy with me, she'll have a great husband, and Hyrule will have a glorious pair of successors after me!"
"That-that's good news, S-Sire," Francis panted, struggling to keep up with the King's pace in his jubilant dance.
"Oh, my!" the King suddenly let go of Francis in mid-twirl, who flew across the floor and crashed into a suit of armor. "I have so many things to do! So much preparation for tomorrow! Let's see…" Harkinan grabbed his chest again, his head throbbing. "The stress! The utmost stress of a King! All right, first, we must think of decorations. I know Zelda likes lilacs, and her favorite color is pale blue, so we'll put pale blue ribbons around huge bundles of lilacs as the primary decoration…White is a formal, proper color, so we'll use those as the secondary decoration…"
He paused and looked over at Francis, who was trying to disentangle himself from the heavy armor. Harkinan's eyebrows furrowed. "Francis, now is not the time to play! Act more mature and write this down!"
"Y-yes, Sire," Francis gasped out. "Oh, dear, oh, dear…"
Link had finally caught up to Zelda, who, as usual, fiercely ignored his very existence. They approached the gate together and Zelda demanded Morin to open the door. As the doors opened, Morin smirked at Link. "Having fun?" he said, grinning to reveal yellow teeth. Link gritted his teeth and remained silent as they passed. "Oh, by the way, you have something in your hair," Morin called as the doors slammed between them. Even though the door was shut, Link could hear the guard's laughter through it.
As if out of thin air, Mara appeared in front of Link. "Hey, Link! Hey, Princess! How did it –" But it only took Mara a split second to register what had happened. "Ohh…not so good," she said in an undertone.
Link looked over sourly and saw that Zelda was still standing there. Why is she still here? But then he noticed her head was turned away from him and was looking at the banister of the stairs, her eyes wide. Link followed her gaze and saw a tall man with red-brown hair and an odd white coat leaning against the banister. Weird clothes…Must be a foreigner, Link thought.
Zelda squealed and ran over to the man, greeting him cordially with a big hug, which he returned. The man brushed her hair back gently and whispered something in her ear. Zelda's face turned sour and muttered something which looked like, "fine." The two of them then walked back towards Link, the man's arm draped around Zelda, who still looked harassed.
The man stopped and silently faced him. Link stared with surprise into his darkened, hollowed eyes. I've never seen so much hatred and darkness in a man's eyes before…Link's eyes narrowed suspiciously. Already my heart tells me that this man is not to be trusted.
The stranger seemed to be studying him as well, his face emotionless. Zelda looked back and forth at them, wondering why they were staring at each other so intently. The man finally spoke. "You have the eyes and the face of a warrior. Tell me, what is your name?"
Link scowled. "And your eyes tell me you can't be trusted. Why should I tell you my name?"
"Link! Zelda said angrily. "Don't talk to him like that! Krishna Taesama is a very trusted man in our family! He's a Prince of the country Pajan! How dare you show such rudeness to a man our family holds in high respect–"
Krishna raised his hand. "Enough," he said softly. "He has every reason not to trust me. After all, we have only just met." Link continued to glare at him. Something is not right about him…but what is it?
"As I mentioned before, you're a warrior, and –"
"How do you know I am?" Link interrupted.
"I can see your sword and shield from behind your back," he said coolly.
"…Right," Link said, feeling really stupid.
"As I was saying before you interrupted me with your idiocy, I also wield weapons." He suddenly sighed, although his face remained emotionless. "And as my experience has increased, I have grown quite bored with the pathetic men I have fought lately. I crave for a good fight with someone at my level. And you seem like a worthy man to fight.
"Therefore, I challenge you to a duel. Do you accept?"
Link blinked. This is certainly unexpected. Should I do it? He does seem pretty powerful, and it's been awhile since I've met someone with strength equal, if not surpassed, to mine. And I really have nothing to lose…
"Your answer. Yes or no?"
"Yes," Link said firmly.
Krishna seemed pleased, although he didn't show it. "Good. Then meet me outside the front entrance to the castle tomorrow at dawn." He looked down at Zelda, who began blushing. "Come, Zelda. I have something I want to give to you." They walked away together, Krishna slipping his arm down to her lower waist.
Link watched them go bitterly, his brain still churning. I must find out who this guy really is. And what does Zelda see in him, anyway?
"Link."
But Link wasn't listening to whoever was talking; he was wound up in his storm of thoughts. He's so cold and unemotional. Maybe he hypnotizes her with those creepy eyes.
"Link!"
One thing's for sure, though: I must find out who he is. I can tell he's more than a Prince. Maybe he's corrupt. But who corrupted him? Mara or her family might know of something, since they've been here for a long time. And where is that girl, anyway?
"LINK!" Mara shrieked, jumping up and down in front of him and waving her arms around wildly. "Heellllo? What's wrong? Snap out of it! Are you constipated? Do you not feel well? Are you jealous that Krishna's better looking than you and that he got Zelda instead of you? Are – "
"WHAT?" Link yelled, exploding out of his silent thoughts, his grim face shattering into one of disgust. "Jealous of them together? Haven't I told you how I can't stand Zelda? She's the last person I would want to be with! And Krishna's not better looking than me!"
"Yes, he is, actually," Mara said, giggling.
Link's face hardened. "Gee, thanks."
"But don't worry, I like you much better than Krishna," Mara said, nodding resolutely, her big eyes shining truthfully.
"That's a relief. So…who exactly is he, besides being a Prince of Pajan?" he asked, trying to keep his voice casual.
Mara shrugged. "That's all I really know. His family comes to visit once and a while to trade resources and boring business things like that. But sometimes they'll come and we'll have a huge feast and have games and tournaments! But…" She hesitated. "One thing that's weird is that Krishna changed one year. I first noticed it in his eyes, which became darker and seemed to lack…uhh…" She paused, trying to think of the right word.
"Life? Humanity?" Link suggested.
"Yeah! And what confuses me even more is that no one else seems to notice anything weird about him!"
Link shook his head. "No, I noticed something bad about him too, right when I first laid eyes on him. And already I don't think we should trust him."
Mara shivered. "I don't either." She looked at his hair and a huge smile crept up on her face. "You should really clean up before your fight with Krishna, or I don't think he'll take you very seriously!"
Link nodded and they walked together down to the kitchens, a place Link was quite fond of; Mara's family was extremely nice, and plus, they gave him as much food as he wanted, whenever he wanted. "So is Krishna a good fighter? Have you actually seen him fight before?" Link asked.
"Not that I know of. I've never even seen him with a weapon before, so I guess he does all of his training back at home." They had made it to the kitchens. Mara held up a mirror while Link attempted to wipe out the cherry pie from his hair with a towel. Unfortunately, he made the problem worse by spreading the red cherry goo through his hair, making it look red.
"Ah, man!" Link complained, rubbing more furiously with the towel. But that cherry goo stubbornly stayed attached to his blonde hair.
Mara was laughing, causing the mirror the shake. "Hey…you look good! Leave your hair like that!"
Link snorted. "You only like it because it's close to Krishna's hair color. And besides, I look like a mushroom." Mara burst out laughing, nearly dropping the mirror. "And hold the mirror still, will you?" Link asked. "Oh, never mind; it's no use. I'll have to use soap and water. This had better come out…"
After about 15 soapy, wet, and messy minutes, Link managed to retain his hair to normal. As he was drying his hair on a clean towel, that mysterious creature he saw in the forest suddenly flashed in his minds-eye. "Is there are library in this castle?" he asked Mara.
"Duh! What doesn't this castle have?"
"Good. We're going there after this, then."
"Why?" Mara said curiously.
"Well…I saw this creature in the forest earlier today that I had never seen before, so I was just curious as to what it was. All right, now to the library!"
"Right," Mara said. "Follow me!" After a few minutes of walking through the castle, Mara halted in front of two large oak doors, which were decorated with carvings of vines with little flowers that made wavy patterns across it. "Get ready, 'cause this is my favorite part of the whole castle. And when I think something is good, it's guaranteed to be good. Oh, and you have to be quiet in a library," she said, dropping her voice and putting her finger to her lips.
She opened the doors and Link's jaw dropped; he found himself in the largest room he had seen yet in the castle; 12 giants could all fit in there and would still have some room above their heads. On the ceiling were carvings of angels and demons, wizards and witches, warriors (including the Hero of Time) and other important people in history. But what impressed Link the most was the forest of thousands of bookshelves that were so tall that they went all the way up to the ceiling, causing Link to feel extremely small.
"How do those bookshelves stay up like that?" Link asked in a hushed whisper.
"Magic, of course," Mara said, smiling at Link's awed expression.
"And how do you get books from all the way at the top?"
"Look," Mara said, pointing. "The people in purple robes are a race called Nuemahs – basically, they're an advanced race of humans. Sure, they look human, but their intelligence and memory is a lot better than ours, so they know the location of every kind of book in the library. They use magic to pull down the books for you." And indeed, the one Mara was pointing to had his finger pointed all the way up to the ceiling and was muttering under his breath. A bubble suddenly burst forth from his hand and traveled up to the top of the bookshelf. The bubble squeezed itself through the book and, with the book now floating in the bubble, it sailed back down into the man's open palm. The bubble then burst and the book lay, dry, in his palm.
"Incredible!" Link said. "How many books are here?"
Mara shrugged. "I dunno. But you can find books on anything here. If you want a book about clouds, you ask one of the Nuemahs and they'll pull down about 500 books just on clouds for you!"
"Since you say they're really smart, maybe if I just describe the creature to them, they'll know what it is." He and Mara proceeded up to the nearest one, who had long black hair. "Excuse me," Link said. The Nuemah turned around and Link quickly stifled the urge to gasp. The Nuemah looked like a normal human being, except one thing; its eyes were milky white, like how blind peoples' eyes would look.
"I was, uh, wondering if you could help distinguish a certain creature for me," Link said quickly, hoping the Nuemah hadn't noticed his staring. But the Nuemah was also staring at him with the most peculiar look on her face. Link's voice faltered as she continued to stare at him with her white eyes, making Link feel highly self-conscious. It was as if she was scanning him and looking right into his soul. Finally, what seemed like a century later, her face relaxed and a huge smile exploded onto her face.
"It is an absolute honor to meet you," she said excitedly. "I'm so glad we have finally found you! But I'm sorry, I'm getting off subject. Please continue."
It took a moment or two for Link to find his voice. "Well, it, umm, i-it looked like a bulldog and…It was really muscular and was carrying a spear. And I've never seen one around here before."
"I think you might be describing a moblin," the Nuemah said. "Follow me. I know the perfect book that will confirm your descriptions." She walked past him at a fast pace, Link and Mara turning around and following after her.
"Sorry, I forgot to warn you about their eyes," Mara added in an undertone. "I was kinda shaken too when I first saw them. And what does she mean by, 'we have finally found you'?"
"Yeah," Link whispered back. He obviously wasn't even listening to what Mara had just said. He was thinking about what the Nuemah called the creature: a moblin. I don't get it; I thought moblins were cronies of Ganondorf centuries ago who disappeared when Ganondorf was defeated. So if that was a moblin, does that mean that Ganondorf has returned? And why was that Nuemah staring at me like that? It makes me have the feeling she knows something I don't know…
He tried to keep it off his mind as they walked through the bookshelves, which loomed over them like gigantic mountains, making him feel even smaller than how he felt when he was looking at them from a distance. They finally halted. The Nuemah paused for a moment, her white eyes searching the bookshelf in front of them.
It didn't take her long to find the book she wanted; it was close to the bottom, so no magic was required. She grabbed it out with her hands and immediately opened it to a certain page. "If you need any more assistance, I or someone else will always be around," she said. She gave Link one last smile before gliding mysteriously away.
Link quickly scanned the page about moblins, Mara leaning on his shoulder and peering over him. The text described the moblin exactly how Link had seen it. "I guess I really did see a moblin."
"Does that mean that Ganondorf has really returned?" Mara whispered, her eyes wide and fearful.
"I think so," Link said. The two of them stayed silent for a moment, each ensnared in their thoughts. "Well, I guess I should prepare myself for tomorrow," Link said. "Come on, let's leave." But the book was extremely heavy, and because Link's hands were sweaty, he dropped the book on the floor, causing a loud clang which seemed to echo on forever with the cavernous ceiling above them.
Link cringed and Mara held her hands up to her ears. "Sorry," Link whispered. He picked up the book, which had opened to another page. Link looked at it curiously. This page was about the legendary Hero of Time. He glanced nonchalantly at the text and then looked curiously at the Hero of Time's family tree.
He then saw one, tiny, inked word that made his heart stop: Lunana. That was his mother's name! "Mara, look: my mother's name is on this family tree!" he said, pointing to it.
"It could just be a coincidence…Is your father's name Haylas?" she asked, looking over at the name that was connected to Lunana's.
"Yes!" Link said, not even aware that he was trembling. Do I dare look fartherup? He did, and his heart pounded even harder against his chest. "My grandparents' names are on there, too, and my great-grandparents!"
"So…so that means…" Mara said, her eyes wider than ever.
Link's throat had gone extremely dry. "That I must be related to the Hero of Time."
A/N: Ok, I'm going to get this out of the way so no one pesters me about it in reviews: I know Ganondorf is a Gerudo, but I'm making him sort of demonish for my story; I hope nobody has a problem w/ that! And is Krishna's name weird? I don't like it, but it reflects his personality (it means black and dark in Sanskrit). I had one heck of a time trying to find a good name for him. All of the other names I made up, but I wanted an actual name for Krishna b/c he's an important character.
Thanks, Janus Kamaren, for your correction and the warning! Man, that sucks! So how do I personally thank people for reviewing my story? Do I press that link that says "reply" when you're viewing your reviews? It's so UNFAIR! I guess it's not the end of the world... At least I can say a collective thank you to everyone who reviewed. Thanks, guys! I love reading your nice reviews with great feedback, corrections, and support! Keep em' comin'!
Up next: The story becomes darker and more serious (but I'll try to add some of my lame humor to it). Also, a lot more action, such as Krishna and Link's duel and some stuff that I don't want to tell you (why would I want to spoil it?)! Until next time, see ya:)
