Hello everyone! Last week I said two chapters per week, and Sunday is still this week - at least I think it is - so I'm not late!

Lately I've been thinking that maybe I should abridged the story, basically because I have ideas for the beginning and the ending, but not what's in the middle... But don't worry, this won't change anything to the story I had planned. If anything, it should make it more enjoyable (I hope).

One last thing, I have drawn a cover for this fan fiction, but I kind of lost it... -_-||

Also, new project is coming very soon, I have finished the first chapter.

Chapter 4

A group of policemen ran through a crowded street, avoiding people and puddles of dirty rain water. Many people jumped out of their way, and watched them march away. Their loud footsteps echoed in the frequent small alleys that crossed the main large street. Once they were far enough of one particular alley, Steven finally started to breath again. The blond girl had blocked him against the wall behind a big metal dumpster, and they both knelled down there. She had put one arm to block him from moving, and he felt sandwiched between the cold wall on his back and her hot skin across his chest. Her body temperature seemed to pass through her skin-tight suit. They waited what felt like long minutes, and eventually she got back up. She was incredibly gracious in her every moves, as if they were calculated and measured. Steven admired her silently, still down on the ground.

The bright windows from the building in front of him slightly enlightened the alley, and gave the girl a strange halo.

The rusted door next to him creaked and the silver haired woman pushed it until it opened enough to let him through. The girl followed, and pulled the door behind her. Steven followed the woman as neon lights switched on. They were in a huge abandoned church-looking building. Its ceiling was partly opened, with the huge chunks that had fallen off lying on the ground. Steven could see the dark sky above their heads, clouded as usual. Slender neon lights had been hammered to the grayish pillars and connected to a huge flat carbon battery. It couldn't have been a church, as no sign of benches or religious symbols were left, if they ever were some. Only a strange stone table, in front of a small set of large stairs, was still standing. The walls and ground must have been white once, but now they all had a dirty gray color, and tags had been drawn all over the place. The woman sat next to her sword, on a large broken ceiling. The girl walked to him and patted his shoulder.

"Sit down please. We have a lot to talk about."

She walked up to the stone table, and sat on it. Steven sat on a chunk of stone, facing both women but mostly ignoring the silver haired one, and staring intensely at the blond. Silence fell inside, but the multiple police cars rolling outside sent small waves of fear around Steven's body. The sirens echoed around them, and the older woman waited for the vehicles to roll away before she spoke.

"You must have a lot of questions, Steven. But rest assure, this place is safe."

Steven looked at her once again. She had abandoned the warrior look for a more serene and wise one. She almost looked like a marble statue. Her deep voice echoed around them, and it was only when the sound around them disappeared that every word she had spoke sank into Steven's brain, the same way his crazy morning was starting to look strangely real.

"Questions..."

A strange feeling dug his heart, as his hands started to shake. Never before had he panic that way.

"Questions?! I... I was attacked by a... a... a monster! A giant suit of armor! And before... That stupid TV! And then you... and she..."

He was at a lost for words. The women let him express all of his panic. Once he finally stopped talking, the silver let silence fell again before she said:

"Let's start with the presentations, shall we?"

He simply nodded.

"My name is Impa. I am one of the few remaining Sheikah, whose soul purpose is to protect the barer of the Triforce."

His eyes widely opened in surprise. Once again, those names were familiar to him. Just like some of the names he had heard on the TV, they all came from old tales his mother told him about when he was a child.

"And my name is Zelda. Impa is my protector. And Steven we..."

"Hold on a sec'" he cut her off. "How do you know my name? And most importantly, are you saying that I am the barer of one side of this Triforce?"

It felt strange for him to acknowledge the fact that old fairy tales were actually true. The two women looked at each other, and Zelda slowly nodded.

"We have all the reason to believe so... And apparently, so does Demise."

"Demise? You mean that old bad spirit from those very old stories?"

Zelda nodded.

"Unfortunately, he is back. And it seems you are the only one capable of stopping him."

She sadly looked at her dangling feet. He felt sorry for her. In those old tales, the name Zelda automatically meant Princess, defenseless, always captured by the bad guy. And it was the hero's job to help and save the unfortunate beauty.

He sighed.

"Alright, you do know that this is completely crazy? But... somehow... I believe you."

The long silence that followed was strangely awkward. Steven played with his fingers a bit, as Zelda ran hers on the stone table. Impa simply cross her arms, as her metal one buzzed slightly when it moved.

"So... what do we do now?" he finally asked.

Zelda jumped from the table and took out something from underneath her arm. It was an holographic ring that she quickly put around her middle finger. As she presented her hand flat to Steven, the ring activated. It showed a beautiful sword with a silver blade and a purple grip. It was hovering in the blue light of the ring.

"This is the Master Sword. It's the only weapon capable of destroying any evil entity for good. And if you want to destroy Demise, you will need this weapon."

He simply nodded.

"But there is a problem. The Master Sword is, ironically, the master piece of the Hyrule Museum collection."

He frowned. He had been at the museum multiple times, and had no problem remembering who financed it.

"So it's basically in the hands of the enemy."

"Precisely. And to get to it, we need three key cards."

"So let's get to the first one!" said Steven as he jumped to his feet. "Where is it?"

"Underneath Farore Park."