Author's Note: I just wanted to add that there are no sexual implications in this chapter between Sheik and Zelda
Chapter 4 Bonds
The darkness of the night rapidly replaced the blue sky over Hyrule and only the pale moon slowly rising behind the trees shed some light on the white landscape. The absolute silence only got interrupted by a rustling of a tree branch or the shooing into darkness of small animals every now and then. Soon, heavy clouds covered the moon and thick snowflakes fell softly down onto the earth like white feathers.
The snow crunched under the Sheikah's feet as he walked through the peaceful landscape and he tightened the woollen cloak around his slender body. Soon, his figure was covered in white and as he ducked away into the shelter of darkness he seemed to merge with his surrounding.
He had heard her call for him as he left the sacred meadow even though it was not an audible sound. It was more like a feeling inside; a thought that crossed his mind. At times he could feel her emotions or even read her thoughts. She had blessed him with her wisdom but he wondered if she had known that it would enable him to see what she felt inside. The moment she had held his face in her hands he had read her thoughts, her deepest feelings and he had tried to shake them off but the bonds they shared that night were deep. It had been an act of necessity, not of trust and when she finally let him go, they both had gasped for air.
When he finally reached the entrance of the temple it was already midnight and he carefully slipped inside. To his surprise he was already awaited by the princess and she led him through the corridor inside her small room.
"I have been waiting for you, Sheik."
"Do you think you made the right choice? I don't think he is ready for this."
"He is the only one who can save Hyrule, Sheik. I've seen him in my dreams. He has more to offer than meets the eye."
"He is nothing more than a boy caught in the body of an adult. I wonder if he'll even manage to survive the evil in the forest temple."
"He is the holder of the Triforce fragment of courage."
"Being courageous is not always wise."
"Sheik, please..."
"I've seen him in the cathedral and in the woods. He doesn't even know what he needs to do. He's not a warrior."
"Do you want to question my decision, Sheik?"
Her voice sounded harsh now and she wouldn't accept another answer than what she wanted to hear.
"No, of course not, your Highness. Please forgive me."
For a moment, an awkward silence settled between the two until she finally spoke again.
"You may leave now, Sheikah."
He had felt her anger not only through her words but there was something else that troubled her mind. Was it doubt? The fear that she had made a mistake? He sensed her concern for the young hero and sighed. Why could they not see that they were throwing him in at the deep end? He, Sheik, was a warrior, he had spent his whole life training his body and his fighting skills. He was fast, invisible and strong. And yet he wasn't dignified to fulfil this task. He would stay what he had always been: a mere shadow.