Chapter 7
Agatha carefully shut the door of the house. Her mother was asleep and rather pale looking. Agatha sighed and started to grind up the plant. She mixed it with milk to form a thick potion. "Mother…" Agatha's mother stirred and her eyes slowly opened. "Agatha…?"
"Yes mother I am here. I brought the medicine so you can get better now."
She handed the potion to her mother.
"Thank you darling… I feel better already."
Agatha smiled "I found a place that may make us a lot of money Mother. It is attached to the Zora River."
"That's wonderful." Her mother faded into sleep again. Her face was less pale now so Agatha decided to make her some soup for when she awoke.
Agatha couldn't find the things she needed in the cupboard and so she went into town to the butcher. "Hello miss Agatha, what can I get for you today?" Agatha took a moment to look at the different meats "Could I have something small and easy to chew? It's for my mother." The butcher took a moment to consider this and pulled out a small cut of meat perfect for soup. "Thank you very much sir." The butcher nodded and Agatha turned back in the direction of her house.
Agatha woke her mother and presented the bowl of soup to her. Her mother smiled "Thank you… I feel younger than I have in ages. Tonight… will be special. Go out. Take care of yourself." This was rather puzzling to Agatha but her mother had always been wise and trustworthy. "Alright mother but call the neighbor if you need anything." Agatha put on a tunic and left. It was a boy's tunic but she didn't care. It was easier to move around in. She also carried her bow. Castle town was usually safe but occasionally there were redeads and thieves. Gonzo was on night duty. He wasn't afraid of the dark as many of the guards were. The night made him feel safe. As Agatha shut the door behind her, the summer wind caressed her face. Gonzo saw Agatha coming out of her home. He had talked to her before… But he didn't know what would happen if he talked to her again. "Well… Here I go." The gates were starting to close as they usually did at sunset. Agatha saw her chance to get out of town past curfew… she might get wet though. "Well… Here I go." She got a running start and ran up the closing drawbridge jumping off as she reached the edge. "Hya!" She landed rolling on the shore of the river. Gonzo stared as she flung herself over the bridge. He had yelled for her to stop but she wasn't listening. Agatha relaxed the tension she had held while she was jumping. "I've never done something like that before…" She panted for a second and headed for the hole she had found earlier. Agatha had brought some seeds with her and began planting them around the space. She also bought a small round well door she had bought from the carpenter. He had always been very kind and always seemed to slip a rupee or two into her bag. As she fit the door over the hole and the light subsided, Agatha felt an urge to go down there again. She opened the door and jumped into the light, landed lightly, and looked around. Before se had only the seen the business aspect of the place, but it was very mystical and pretty. The stone walls seemed to glitter and the water shone, as if some unseen force was lighting the area. It struck her then, that she was very tired… so tired in fact that if she stood another moment she would fall to her knees. She sat down on the moss and closed her eyes, asleep in moments.
At first Agatha was sitting on the shore of Lake Hylia at dusk. Through dazed eyes she realized there was an angel standing on the water. She was dreaming… she thought. The angel glided toward her and with every step the water rippled through the perfect blueness of the lake. In the sky where the sun should have been was a beautiful glowing triangle. It was golden and in the late night mist it cast many rainbows. The angel reached her and she realized her mother sat next to her… except her mother was young and beautiful. She was in perfect health. On the far end of the lake where the fishing hole would have been was a golden gate and standing there was her father. Agatha realized, that this was the passing place of the dead. She wondered vaguely if she was dead as she waved to her father. The angel smiled at them and touched Agatha's forehead. The dream like fogginess left her ad Agatha flinched. She could see now that the angel was a tall woman with green eyes and hair. She wore a white gown and she glowed with a child like beauty. "You have found a place connected with the scared realm… the light inside is sacred." Agatha nodded slowly as some of the fogginess returned to her. She looked at her mother trying to comprehend her young age and beauty. Her mother spoke "Agatha… bad things are to come… Our good goddess of life, Farore, is sparing the souls that cannot fight." Agatha stared somewhat understanding. Farore looked sad suddenly "It is the fate of all who live to die… You have a great fate… Live it well." She nodded at Agatha and took her mothers hand. Together they crossed the lake to the gate of heaven. The fuzziness returned to Agatha as the world spun around her.
