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Chapter IX

Hero of the Forest

"Welcome back, brother!" Aryll exclaimed, beaming at her brother's return. Her radiance caused a soft smile to grace his features as he descended from Epona's back to return her greeting. "Mother and I just finished making lunch. You're right on time."

Link's stomach gurgled as if in response to the mentioning of food. He looked sheepishly around, hoping that no one had heard, though his sister giggled, adding to his embarrassment. The two cleared Epona of her riding gear and let her roam freely. Being the steady-natured equine she was, he had no worries of her running off out of his vision. Quite the contrary, she always seemed to know exactly where to find him if they ever did become separated, as if bound to each other spiritually. As Epona went to graze in the nearby fields with the few other steeds, Link followed his sister into their hut and seated himself at the dining table with anticipation. He had been making rounds for the past few hours, patrolling with the other knights or running errands, that he had skipped breakfast. As lunch was served, the teenager shoveled the food into his mouth greedily.

Amelia snickered behind her palm as she watched her growing son grab seconds then thirds. "It's good to know your appetite is still the same as ever, Link." At her comment, he slowed his pace, suddenly abashed by his actions. She was right; he's never been one to hold back on stuffing his face, especially when it concerned good, home-cooked meals. His appetite could even rival that of his tendency to sleep in most days, his ridiculously high metabolism being one cause for that. Over the past couple of years, he had grown to nearly her height, light-toned muscles acquired from heavy labor just visible under his sleeves. At the ripe age of twelve, he was now considered a man, though Link's mischievous nature hadn't waned. Amelia sighed, shaking her head with mock dejection. "If only you put some of your energy into studying more."

The teenaged boy shrunk into his chair at the ridicule in her tone, pouting. Though his mother was always good-natured and easy-going, she never failed to scold him appropriately for his behavior, and she knew all the right buttons to push. Even despite his reckless acts and knack for getting into trouble, she knew him to be very active and trustworthy when it came down to completing his tasks, and she wouldn't have him any other way. Nothing pleased her more than to hear the villagers boast to her about his prowess, enjoying their praises over those of her own that she's shared over the years. "He's very reliable. I would have never found all of those cuccoos were it not for him," some would say. She laughed softly when most comments were directed to his appearances. "Quite the strapping, young lad. A lady-killer, that's for sure. He's so much like your late husband."

It was true. Every day, she saw more and more of Renaldo in him, and Amelia couldn't help but let the pride swell in her. If her husband could see their children now, he'd no doubt feel the same. No, I'm sure his spirit still resides with us. Renaldo's still here watching over them, she told herself. Though the woman put on a smile every day, her heart still stung from the loss of her love. Truth be told, the only thing keeping her from spiraling into a disaster of emotions was the company of her two lovely children, both sporting essences of his spirit in some ways. Where Link was every bit the charmer and helping hand that Renaldo was, Aryll was the background support and lending ear. Amelia's daughter could be just as mischievous as her brother, though she put most of her energy into crafty creations. At the age of eight, the young girl developed the habit of formulating traps and ruses for the enemies that still lurk in the forests from time to time, her cunning nature mirroring that of her mother's youth. She'd even go as far as consider herself a descendent of pirates from ages past that Grandmother would tell stories about. The young girl certainly always had the affinity towards treasure-seeking and mischievous crafts.

When Aryll wasn't busying her hands with a new contraption, she was off with Grandmother and giving aid to those injured or burdened with sorrow. Grief was an ever recurring curse upon the forest people, and, though she's had her fair share of the emotion, the young girl didn't let it drag her down. Instead, she embraced her sadness and fear, and channeled her energy into helping others see past it. Any who'd think her naïve for her age would be caught dead wrong for assuming she had not the means to provide support or advice. Aryll was very aware of her own limitations, but she grew up with the knowledge that sometimes the best thing to do was to lend an ear and a shoulder for others to vent and cry. Her familiarity of healing herbs was far from amateur as well, her hands becoming more expert at applying salves and mixing remedies as her brother was with his sword training. Through Grandmother's lessons, she became well equipped with the understanding of different herb's functions and how to properly infuse them into potions. The efforts of the healers were increasingly anticipated over the past couple of years, especially when considering the Deku Tree's weakened state. As their fears had confirmed, the last battle had not only strained the forest people, but also their deity, as the tree had used most of its spiritual power to protect and heal its people. Now, the forest dwellers had to depend on their own strengths until the Great Deku Tree has had enough time to recover.

Their forces were miniscule to say the least, the numbers of capable knights now only a handful compared to the two dozen that were originally sent in to the forest so many years ago. Though, through the guidance of the elder and the spirit of the great deity, they've managed to thwart the legions treks through the forests time and time again. Both parties were at an impasse, and the villagers were relieved once again to know that the demons have ceased massive invasions. Rebuilding the homes has been a slow and tedious task, but it was a labor worth spending their time and energy on. Despite their best efforts, the fires had left a large, ugly scar on the forests, rendering some of the villages inhabitable until the blemishes were healed and the flora began to regrow.

"Legends tell of an artifact sealed in the Sacred Temple that contained part of the Deku Tree's essence," the Grandmother would tell village children. "It's been used in ancient times to combat evil and aided heroes to protect and heal the forests, though no one has been lucky enough to find it. Only the one chosen by the Goddess Farore would be capable of obtaining the magical artifact." Some children believed in her tale, though Link never fancied himself as superstitious. The only thing he's ever placed full faith in was the bond and trust he shared with others. In his opinion, the strength of the people is what mattered most, and not the possibility of a mystical contraption that may or may not even exist. Even though this was the case, he'd been prodded by his friends often to go check it out.

"I dare ya to find the artifact. If anyone can do it, it's you, Link. Prove you're no cucco," they would say, nudging at him and, quite frankly, starting to grate on his nerves. Over the years, he'd grown so tired of the stories that he wanted nothing to do with the temple. In fact, Link didn't even want to look at the structure, despite its natural appealing beauty. That was, until the elder summoned him one day.

The teenager had just completed his rounds with a couple of his peers who had also chosen to aid in protecting the villages. He bid them farewell as he entered the large hut, the oak door closing softly behind him. As he waited for the elder to present herself, his eyes swept over the central room's décor. No matter how many times he'd been here, his attention always fell upon the ample amount of lore scrolls that were pinned to the walls. Grandmother would have generations and generations of ancient stories to tell that couldn't all be covered within the month, and every wall piece was detailed to the very last grass blade mentioned in her words. Link's eyes rested on one portrait depicting the three Golden Goddesses and their creation of the world, Farore's wisps of breath congealing and forming into living creatures. In his household, Farore was the most revered of them all, though Grandmother had taught him that the Green Goddess was not alone in constructing balance. Were it not for Din, the living would have nowhere to stand, would lack in spirit, and fall into an endless abyss. Were it not for Nayru, there would be no order, no wisdom to guide future disciples, and the races would tear each other asunder. Each of the Goddesses had their parts in achieving perfect balance, and only through infusing their essences into the Triforce were they able to maintain that status.

He spared a passing glance at the back of his left hand, eyebrow furrowing. "Though it seems to lie dormant for now, I sense a great energy coming from you, young man," the elder would say to him, wrinkles deepening as her mouth tugged upwards at the corners, patting at the mark. "When you were born, it was as if I heard the Goddesses promising a new future. I believe you to have the blessing of Farore." Her voice echoed in the pit of his mind before he shook his head to clear himself of the thought.

Spiritual belief was never his strong suit. He didn't deny the existence of the Goddesses, though in his mind it was difficult to trust something he couldn't see or touch. And why would he be given the blessing of a Goddess when there were others more deserving? If there was anyone who was favored by the Green Goddess, it was his father who had fought valiantly to protect her children. It was as if Renaldo walked wherever Farore's song carried. Link's reverie was broken as the curtain on his left shifted to reveal the elderly woman.

Though her vision was nearly gone and her eyes hidden away in their sockets, her expression was always the same as she gave him a knowing look. However, today her face betrayed a small amount of concern on her usually calm demeanor, and Link recognized it right away. He suppressed the urge to clear his throat of the sudden lump that formed, slightly fearful of what news she had to give. Who had died today? he'd catch himself thinking before forcefully shoving the thought away. No, I don't know that yet. Maybe there's something else the matter.

Questions ran through his mind, which she could sense immediately, but Link remained respectful and waited anxiously for the elder to start. "Link, please sit down. I have some important matters to discuss with you, and this may take a while," she said, gesturing to one of the floor mats where the children usually gathered around to listen to her tales. The blond relieved himself of his boots before sitting cross-legged on the mat, his attention never straying from her as she took to her own seat. "Now, before you get too worked up, I assure you that nobody's harmed. No, I have another subject that I'd like to discuss with you today."

She smiled softly as his tensed shoulders began to relax, the almost inaudible sigh released from his mouth reaching her ears. His teal eyes were hidden from sight for a brief moment as he calmed his nerves, revealing them once more with new determination as he nodded for her to continue. Secretly, Grandmother had to admit that sensing the fire in his eyes gave her reassurance. She didn't need sight to be able to know, no matter if it was failing her or not. "You remember the story I told of the artifact sealed in the Sacred Temple do you not?" she inquired, earning a light nod in answer. "Good. I suppose you think it nothing but a mere myth, but it does exist and I believe there is no better time than now to acquire it."

Link furrowed his brow incredulously during her pause, pondering over her words. He still found it hard to believe in such an item, but if there ever was one, they would be able to keep the enemies at bay for good. Almost as if sensing his thoughts, the elder resumed, "I see you understand where I'm going with this, but I've only ever told you part of the story. You see, the artifact was forged of the Great Deku Tree's essence and some of the power that Goddess Farore left for the deity. It's a powerful device used to quell those with evil intentions and as a means to heal difficult injuries. However, it can also be used to restore power to the Deku Tree, who in turn can rejuvenate the forests and provide a barrier much stronger than the last. Link, the Great Tree spirit has spoken to me ever since the day you were born, and we both believe you to be the one chosen to retrieve this artifact."

The blonde teenager gaped wildly, at loss of words to say. He felt as though there were many questions to be asked, but he was too confused to put form to any of them. How could he be the one to tackle the temple and find the item, when there were others more experienced in adventure and battle than he? His doubts were put to the side when he realized that there was no hint of hesitation in the elder's words. She knew I'd be the one to do it all along, and if that's not enough, there's no mistake to the spirit's wisdom. Link knew better than to distrust the words of either of them. His gaze returned to the older woman before him after roaming about the room in his chaotic thoughts. No, everything she says is the truth.

"Tell me what I must do," he returned, his mind set. If there was anything he could do to help his friends and family, then that was enough for him. Grandmother smiled widely then, nodding in approval of his newfound vigor. There was no other candidate more suited to the task than the one before her, if his spirit was anything to go by.

"All you need to do is go into the temple and follow these instructions I'll give to you. This map will show you roughly where the artifact was last sealed, but you'll have to trust in your instincts once you're there. I'm afraid I do not know the exact location of where to find it, but I have full belief the Goddesses would guide you to it once you're there," she stated, producing a rolled parchment for him to take. "However, I must warn you that the temple is not what it used to be. There is a reason why we promote caution where it's concerned, and I would not be asking this of you if I did not think you were ready. You'll come across many traps that were created to keep evil out of the temple, though I wouldn't doubt some had managed to slip through. That's why you will be taking this as well."

Grandmother raised from her seat and retrieved an item that was carefully wrapped in pristine cloths. Upon her urging, he unwrapped the gift to reveal a sword and shield. The weapons were obviously used, but were still in good condition as if cared for gingerly. The sword's blade was almost brand new, sharpened and oiled, with the exception of a few nicks, and its scabbard and handle wraps were relatively fresh. Its counterpart was made of simple wood, but was thick enough to withstand a good deal of damage, polished to match the blade's sheen. A wolf's portrait was carved into the shield, a simple design but perfect for representing the people of the forests as it portrayed loyalty, companionship, trust, and courage.

"I fear that the Deku Tree doesn't have much time. Let me know as soon as you're ready to go, and I'll help unlock the temple doors for you to enter," the elder instructed, dismissing him to prepare. He bypassed his group of friends on his way to his house, refusing to indulge them of his new mission on the count of how many times they had poked and prodded for him to take their dare. There's no way he would have told them that their silly bets had actually come true. They'll just have to find out when he returned. The teenager hurried across the village and to his hut, pausing just short of the door. He was far from nervous, but he did wonder how his mother and sister would take to the news.

His grip tightened on the nob before flicking the door open to greet the two, supper having just been set out on the table. Link eyed the food distractingly, wondering idly how long it'll be before he could enjoy a home-cooked meal again. His journey into the temple would likely last longer than a day if he was to trek carefully, especially considering the layout of the expansive structure he had viewed on the map. The temple was much larger on the inside than it appeared on the outside. "You never fail to show up at exactly the right time," his mother called out, breaking his attention away from the plate. "It's like you know when food's ready."

"It's not like I do it intentionally," he replied, playfully making a face and making her laugh. Truth be told, most times he tried to finish his work when he knew meals were being prepared at home, but he wouldn't ever admit to this habit. "Actually, I was just with Grandmother."

Amelia scooped up servings onto each of their plates, stir-fried vegetables and roast cucco – a favorite of Aryll's – before serving herself. As he took his seat across from her, Aryll to his left, she returned to the conversation. "Oh yeah? What did you two discuss?"

"The elder probably wants to know when Link plans on getting married," his sister chuckled mischievously. Link's face flushed and he opened his mouth to retort when their mother intervened.

"Now, Aryll, don't be ridiculous. You know Grandmother is never the type to prod into other's business," Amelia scolded, directing a piercing yet gentle and knowing gaze to her daughter. The eight-year old giggled in response. Of course she already knew that, but she had to jump to the occasion of teasing her older brother. He was the only one she had after all.

Link knew not to pay any mind to his sister, but sometimes she knew exactly how to push his buttons. He was aware of the looks he was getting and the comments made behind his back, but he preferred to ignore it for the most part. Honestly, he hadn't even considered relationships that were more intimate than being friends, especially when most who'd flirted with him were women twice his age. I mean, I'm only twelve for crying out loud. I've still got a lot I want to do before even thinking about girls. Link tried not to let it bother him that most of the females in the village were fawning over him, despite their age differences, but it was getting to be a bit tiring and redundant. The more he thought about his travel into the temple, the more appealing notion it became for him to get away from the chaos for a little while.

Which brings him back to the subject he had yet to discuss with them. Once the table was quiet enough, he pressed on. "Grandmother has given me a task to obtain Farore's magical artifact from the temple," he stated, his voice low. Link lacked the same certainty the elder when repeating her words. Both recipients stared at him as an uncomfortable pause formed between them, not at all the reaction he was expecting, but not surprising either. He raised a brow curiously, waiting to see what they would say.

Amelia was the first to speak. "Who would have thought, my boy running off into a place that hasn't been touched in who knows how long. Decades? Centuries? I should be surprised and upset, but oddly I can't say I am. Though that could be because I have no idea what the temple is like myself. Grandmother's always talked about seeing potential in you," she seemed to ramble on, a finger on her chin in thought. Honestly, he was somewhat relieved that she didn't seem too concerned about the matter. Possibly because she placed her trust in the elder as much as anyone else in the village had. "Well? Did you agree to aid Grandmother?"

When Link nodded, Aryll gave a squeal of delight, a sound that gave the most shock to the other members of the household. Never had he seen her so excited, and part of him began to wonder if it was because he was going away for a while. No, that's not likely. They may have their differing opinions and sibling quarrels from time to time, but the two were nearly inseparable ever since her birth. "You'll have to fill me in on the details when you get back. Tell me everything about everything. I've gotta see what the artifact looks like!" the young girl exclaimed, her excitement becoming overwhelming for her brother. He rolled his eyes with a smile. Of course, he mused. That's all she really cares about, more stories and treasures.

It was no secret that Aryll was a fan of tales, whether they were real or fake. She never missed a single sitting with Grandmother when the opportunity rose. In fact, most would argue that her inventions heavily relied on information she gained from the elder and others. It's likely that she'd get another source of inspiration from the artifact. "Okay, okay. Fine. I will," he promised. In truth, he looked forward to boasting about his adventure to his friends when he did return, however long that'll take. Not to mention, if the artifact has the incredible power to cure illnesses and injuries, then it would be a great subject to study for the medically aspired genius of the village.

"You better hold your promise, big brother," she jabbed a fork his direction before digging into her food. Link suppressed the urge to roll his eyes again before shoveling a large scoop of vegetables in his mouth, nearly choking on it mid-laugh. The trio finished their meal and retired for the night, each anxious about the days ahead.

Link couldn't fall asleep right away, his thoughts swarming in his head too fast for him to relax. He'd never been one to be nervous, but this was his first trip alone, and he was still uncertain of whether he was up for the job, Goddess's guidance or not. Doubt began to cloud his mind once more. How many enemies would he have to face? How would he know where the artifact was when he gets there? There was no guarantee he'd be able to find it, even if it was sitting in front of his face, because he's never seen it before. How would I know I'm getting the right thing? I don't want to disappoint anyone, let alone the elder. He pulled his pillow to his face, squishing the soft object against his temple in hopes to block out the betraying thoughts. Though it took a few times of tossing about, he finally settled down, unaware of when sleep finally claimed him.

A gentle whistling sound erupted from his right, weak at first but growing in pitch until it resembled a sort of chime. Link glanced around in the darkness, trying to locate the source or, more importantly, get an idea of where he was. Last he knew, he was lying in his bed. Now, the blond floated freely in the darkness, the faint scent of the woods and the chime being his only company. Suddenly, a flash of light caused him to flinch and turn away, it's green-yellow hue momentarily blinding his vision. Once Link adjusted to the new light, his attention shifted to a floating orb in front of him.

"Do not be afraid, child of the forest. I intend you no harm," the orb said to him, tone similar to that of the elder, though not quite the same. He didn't recognize it. As if reading his thoughts, the orb continued. "You do know me, though we have never formally met, and I've known you ever since you took your first breath. I am the Great Deku Tree, speaking to you through spirit."

The teenager froze in shock, unsure of how to process this. Was he in a dream? At this point, he wasn't entirely sure anymore. Around him, smaller orbs of light flew around, pastel colors so pale that they were almost white. They resembled the fairies often depicted alongside the tree spirit, though he sensed a strange familiarity with one of them. The small yellow orb danced about him before coming face to face with him, so close that he was able to make out a faint appearance. Link felt a tear roll down from his eye as he realized they were not fairies, but spirits of those who'd passed.

"As you can see, your father and all of those who lost their lives are under my wing still. However, with my powers weakened as they are, the spirits are unable to communicate with you." To emphasize this statement, Renaldo's face shook sorrowfully before fading from Link's sight. The orb returned to flying around the tree spirit as it resumed. "Time is of the essence, so I'm afraid our conversation will be a short one. Listen well, Link. The artifact you're searching for carried this tune. If you can memorize this song, you should have no trouble finding it."

The blonde furrowed his eyebrows, straining his ears to pick up every little note as he was instructed. Confusion settled into his features as he began to ponder the deity's words. How would an artifact even carry a tune to begin with? Though, it was magic, so anything goes really. He decided it was best not to question it for the time being. The song faded away just as he felt the orb's presence begin to disappear. "Go now, Farore's child. The Goddesses watch over you."

Link's teal eyes flashed open, his left hand extended before him and grasping at the lingering outline of his father's spirit. He couldn't quite recall why he felt compelled to stay within the dream. Maybe he hadn't moved on as much as he'd thought. The teenager pulled himself out of the bed lazily, stretching until all of his joints popped. Scratching his unkempt blonde hair, he wondered idly what time it was. Searching for a clock, he was mildly surprised to find he had overslept and no one had bothered to wake him up like usual. After changing into a fresh set of clothes, Link checked his travel satchel one last time to make sure he was all set to go. Thanks to his restlessness the other night, he found the time to pack the basic necessities that would last him a good two weeks if he simplified their uses. The only thing he lacked was the provisions he needed.

Relocating to the kitchen, he noticed that his mother was one step ahead of him, as always. Amelia busied herself with dividing out his meals, simple enough not to ruin but just the right amount to fill his stomach, when he entered the room. Almost as if expecting him, she did not pass a glance towards him as she spoke. "I figured you'd be heading out as soon as possible, so I allowed you to get your rest. Here's enough food to get you through your journey, that is if you don't eat it all in one sitting with your appetite," she winked his way with a laugh. Link grumbled in response, though he was glad for the good humor. It'll be a while before he gets to hear any jokes. "Grandmother said she expects the trip to only take a little over a week, but I'm sure it won't even take you that long. You do have a talent for getting things done."

"Where's Aryll?" Link asked after a moments pause, his gaze travelling about the room. He had hoped to get to bid her farewell before he left. When Amelia told him that his sister was with her friend, he frowned. If he hadn't been on a time crunch already, he would swing by to visit her on his way to the temple. The Deku Tree in his dream last night explained that he didn't have time to waste. They'd just have to wait until his return then. "Tell her I'll be back home soon."

Amelia nodded in response, handing his provisions over for him to pack into his satchel. She gave him a good, long hug and ruffled his hair like she used to do when he was a kid. "I can't believe how much you've grown already. You'd make your father proud. Take care, honey. We'll be waiting for your return," she grinned, though he could see the tears threatening to spill from her eyes. No matter how strong-willed his mother was, she did tend to get emotional when it came down to her kids.

Gathering his belongings, Link sent a silent farewell to the village before making his way to the temple. He left Epona behind this time only because the structure wasn't too far away and there was no way for him to take care of the equine while there. Oddly enough, the teenager couldn't sense anymore anxiety about him, almost as if the dream he had had given him reassurance. Even without knowing what the artifact looked like, he felt as though he'd recognize it immediately. Ten minutes have passed when he reached the temple doors. Upon the stone steps, he spotted Grandmother waiting for his arrival as promised. How long she'd been there and how she knew he was on his way was beyond him, but he was glad to see one more familiar face before he began his journey. "Are you all prepared?" she inquired, earning a nod in response. "Good. I will unlock the temple while you are in there, but keep in mind that the longer you stay, the riskier your trip will become. With the temple unsealed, anything else could slip through and hinder you."

"I understand," Link replied. He gave a confident grin then. "They won't keep me from my goal. I have a good feeling about that."

"As well you should," the elder laughed back. "After all, I was the one who asked the Great Deku to assist you." At his shocked expression, she winked mischievously before turning her attention to the door. Her arms spread out in a large arc, fingers splayed with runes glowing on the tips. Despite her old age and small stature, she was still the only one in the village capable of utilizing strong and ancient spells. One would argue that she was a pureblood Hylian who'd relocated to the forests, gifted with the powers as she was. Whether that rumor was true or not, Grandmother would never tell.

Once the door was unsealed, she bid him farewell to start his mission. Link entered the dissipating haze of magic that had kept the temple closed off, shifting in discomfort momentarily at the strange tingling sensation it gave him. The air inside the structure was much purer than any he had felt before, the forests he always considered pristine on their own paled in comparison. Even despite this, he still felt like he wasn't alone in the quiet chambers. To be on the safe side, the blonde produced his shield and sword from his back and began his descent into the dungeons, carefully following the route he had studied on the map several times before.

His travel through the dungeon was relatively quiet for the most part, having encountered only the mutated monstrous vegetation and insects that frequently dotted the surface. Their appearances he had gotten used to seeing, so it came as no surprise for him to come across them. A simple swipe of his blade or an aim from the slingshot he was given by his friends was all he needed to brush by them. His only challenge so far had come from complex puzzles that had been made to seal off parts of the chambers. Every once in a while, he'd come upon a secret niche of which he either found a hidden treasure or a pit trap filled with small arachnids called gohma. The caches mostly contained rupees with the exception of the occasional ancient weapon oil and ammunition. Link hadn't carried a bow with him, so he wrapped the arrows in a makeshift quiver using spare cloth he had on hand. The arrowheads were in good shape, though their shafts were worn out from weathering. He had planned on fashioning new shafts and tails when he returned to the village so that they could be used in the future.

After several days in a series of winding halls, Link paused with uncertainty. He'd done fine so far, despite the few detours he was forced to make, until he reached a dead end. There was no door to be found, no switch to activate anything, and no hint of a puzzle to solve that he could see, only stone walls decorated by a thick overgrowth of vines. The brown vegetation hugged the walls so tightly and massively that they threatened to engulf the whole area. Though lacking in the sunlight needed to grow vibrant, the plant was well sustained with nutrients enough to stay populated.

His brow furrowed as he began pulling out his map, wondering if maybe he'd taken a wrong turn somewhere. Just as he was about to unroll the parchment, a noise caught his attention. Link's senses immediately heightened in response, ears waiting for the faintest of sounds and eyes scanning the room carefully. It wasn't the skittering of a gohma or anything to that effect but rather a faint whistling tune as if a draft was whipping through a tiny crack. Vaguely, he could hear the tone fluctuate, never a constant droning of noise, almost as if singing to him. That's it! The teenager whipped his head around as he spotted a vine leaf bouncing lightly, indicating the flow of wind through the crack just behind the vine. I think I've found it, he thought to himself, sheathing his sword to study the crevice. He found it to be just wide enough that he could slip his fingers through and pull open the secret door.

The entrance gave way to his prodding, ever slow as it opened to its guest. Link's hair was blown around as wind was released from its prison. Stepping inside, he could see that the wind had come from a hole in the ceiling, the moon visible from inside the temple. Well, at least I know what time it is. His eyes followed the moonlight's path where it cascaded and pooled over a stone altar. Cautiously, he made his way over to it, glancing about the spacious room for any traps or enemies. Typically, when one would reach a room of importance, they'd think they'd walk into a trap of some sort. However, as he approached the altar, he couldn't sense any presence whatsoever. The room, no matter how expansive it was, was void of anything and everything, from creatures scurrying about to torch lights and décor. Link stopped in front of the dais, eyeing the faint traces of carvings within the stone. The figures were similar in nature to the painted tapestries that adorned the elder's room, though he didn't recognize any of them. Most were too old to make out, even with the light of the moon to help him study it.

The altar itself was bare, no sign of having supported an artifact on its surface recently. He scrunched his nose up in confusion, eyeing it up and down in hopes of catching another sort of puzzle or a switch of some sort. Link was searching every nook and cranny of the room that he could, about ready to give up and move on to find another room, when he thought he saw something shimmer in the dim light. He followed the glow back to the altar where the symbol of Farore seemed to be pulsing in radiance. His fingers smoothed over the engraving in his curiosity, the contact triggering a mechanism that shifted a stone within the table. He waited a moment to see if anything else would happen before applying pressure to a different sigil. Nothing. Resting both hands on the top, he pushed with all of his strength. Still nothing budged. Link rubbed his chin in thought, slightly agitated. Just when he'd thought he was getting somewhere, another obstacle blocked his path. How would he solve this puzzle?

Just then, a faint tune reverberated in his mind. It took him moments to realize why it sounded so familiar. After all, the song wasn't one common to the village children. He hummed in unison with it, mimicking its tempo and mellowing his voice to match its key. As he reached the decrescendo on the final note, more sigils alternated with flickering lights in the same pattern as the melody. The Farore carving pulsed once more before more stones shifted away until the altar opened. Within the cache was a grand looking staff. It was gnarled intricately, glorious in design though simple as it didn't sport any accessories like jewels. The head of the staff was curved and sculpted into a fairy, its structure very similar in nature to a walking cane. Appearance wise, it was splendid yet ordinary. Though this was the case, he couldn't help but feel like the staff was much more than just an ordinary staff. Something invisible radiated from it and into his body, invigorating him. Removing it from the altar, he could feel a peculiar sense of energy in his hands, similar in nature to the magic wards that had protected the temple for years. There's no doubt about it. This has to be it, he told himself, a triumphant smile painted on his face.

As he was strapping it to his back with spare rope he had on hand, something caught his attention. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see a shadow moving. Whipping his head around in lightning speed, Link had just leapt back as a gargantuan arachnid leg crashed onto the floor where he had stood, stones being chipped away and scattering from the impact. He brought his sword out to block another blow headed sidelong to his ribs. The shadow he had seen revealed to be a massive gohma descending from the roof. Its form had been hidden away from the moon's light and his vision, easily missed if it hadn't moved. Now, it completely blocked the lunar beam. The gohma seemed to have been disturbed from its slumber by Link's retrieving of the artifact, a sentinel that was silently guarding the treasure. He should have expected it really.

Link assumed a defensive stance as the arachnid lowered its hefty weight to the floor. Engulfed in the darkness of the cavern, only the eye of the gohma could be seen. He'd be lying if he said the large, unblinking blood-red eyeball didn't creep him out, but for some reason he didn't feel any real fear. If anything, it provided an easy target for him to strike. The teenager rolled away to avoid more attacks sent towards him and blocked others with his sword and shield if the gohma got too close. In between his dodging, he managed to land his own blows on the arachnid, but, as he thought, he was unable to do any serious damage attacking anything other than its eye. He channeled all of his focus on that one target. His swings were fast, even though his opponent had its own swiftness to counter. With every strike he landed on the eye, he received a blow himself. Link could feel a couple of gashes beginning to slow him down, and he was pretty sure he may have contracted some venom from the gohma's fangs, but his stamina was his saving grace. His unrelenting attacks took their toll on his enemy until he brought it crashing down in one fell swoop, shoving the entire length of his sword deep into the pupil of the gohma's eye.

Checking the arachnid's limp body to make sure it wasn't getting back up, Link retrieved his sword and returned it to the scabbard before leaving the chamber. With a bit of an afterthought, the teen pulled out an antivenin that his sister slipped into his pack, administering in the same method that she had done for several of the villagers who had the misfortune of falling into a venomous snake pit. Better safe than sorry, he thought. As he was leaving, he noted masses of hatched gohma eggs about the ceiling, heavily protected by the webs spun that were covered by the beast that lay dead behind him. It was then that he realized he had slain the queen and he began to feel a little bit of pity. Judging from its size alone, he could sense the matriarch may have been a creature worthy of respect and worship in another age. It wasn't exactly common knowledge in the village, but the elder had once told him that gohmas that have reached such size would more than likely have lived for centuries. The queen had been here doing its job, guarding a sacred artifact and its children, for who knows how long. And now it was no longer. Link mentally prayed to Farore to carry its spirit back to the Great Deku Tree, unable to completely rid himself of the guilt he felt for taking its life. It may have attempted to kill him, but he wouldn't ever think of it as his enemy. In fact, he respected its prowess with every fiber of his being. Had it not been his duty to obtain the artifact, he would have been elated to see it live for many more centuries. Perhaps one of its successors still within the temple would carry on that legacy.

Time in the dungeon passed in a rather unusual manner, almost as if broken from the rest of the world. At times, he felt like he was in the temple for several weeks. Then for others, Link could have sworn he'd slip through a former room in a matter of mere minutes. It was hard for him to judge how long he had spent in its chambers. His rations were used to determine that for him until he was forced to sacrifice some of it in a couple of his run-ins with multiple dungeon creatures. From what the young knight could figure, he assumed he'd been on this quest for a week. So, he was more than relieved to finally have reached the entrance after hours of trekking through the damp, dark halls. Had he not marked his path on his way in, Link would have wasted more time getting lost in its maze-like structure. He was also lucky have not run into nearly as many enemies during the return trip. There was no doubt in his mind that this wasn't necessarily because he had fought the majority of them before. He figured that after his felling of the queen, they had avoided him altogether, as the few he had encountered upon his departure had skittered away deep within the dungeon's corridors.

When he left the sacred temple's boundaries, Link reveled in a breath of fresh air. Even with its pristine atmosphere from being sealed away with strong magic for so long, the structure was still suffocating in its own right, and he could still catch a lingering whiff of the departed creatures' blood and dust on his person. His teal eyes immediately shifted to the sky above him as he felt a triumphant grin beginning to bubble on his face. He wouldn't go so far as to boast and say that he did a perfect job as a knight, but that didn't stop the pride from swelling at his accomplishment. Detecting not a single presence around, Link began his casual trip back to the village. Dusk was beginning to settle when he arrived, the village's pyre being kindled. An odd sight really as the bonfire was only set on celebratory occasions. Just as he thought this, he was surprised to find the entirety of Kokiri's people waiting for his arrival after he crested the last hill, a large round of cheering erupting once he was visible. On the frontline, his mother, sister, and the elder were smiling warmly and ready to welcome him home.

"How…? How did you know I was on my way back?" Link asked, stunned at the reception he was getting. He couldn't imagine anyone knowing exactly when he'd return nor did he think they'd celebrated all the way up until he did. His answer came from a light, wrinkled hand resting on his arm that held the Deku staff.

"The Great Deku Tree spoke to me last night in a dream, announcing your return. We welcome you now as a great knight of Kokiri, our beloved Hero of the Forest," Grandmother proudly replied. More cheers erupted upon the title being awarded to Link. Once they had calmed, the elder continued. "Come now, my boy. We have one more step we must take immediately before we can rest easy."

The teen gave a simple nod and followed her along to the sacred grove of the Great Deku Tree. Upon his arrival, he could see how much the old spirit had withered while he was away. It looked little more than a dead husk, what little life that was left visible only when he got closer. The old tree's facial features softened, eyebrow-like planks of wood raising to welcome the young knight. As it spoke, its voice was more course than usual, with groaning and creaking undertones from within almost as if an abandoned home that was falling apart. "My dear child, it does my soul good to see you have completed the arduous task I have asked of you. Forgive me for forcing you to take the life of one of my oldest companions, the great guardian Gohma of the temple, but there was no helping it. I knew there was no other suitable for this feat." The Great Deku Tree then turned its attention to Grandmother, nodding as freely as possible for the stationary spirit.

"Link, the staff if you will," Grandmother asked, nimble hands held aloft to accept the artifact. Link obliged, gingerly passing over the wooden craft, its weight light and airy as if floating. Once it was in her hands, she bowed her head to the great tree spirit, uttering a grand prayer into the wind that began to caress them. Life began to spring forward with every word she spoke, fairies dancing forth out of their hidden homes, including one much larger than Link that appeared to join in with the elder's spell. He's heard stories of the Great Fairy, but has never actually met her until now, her presence more overwhelming than he had anticipated.

The teenager couldn't help but be awestruck at the scenery that began to form. No words could accurately and best describe the absolute beauty and magic taking place before him. After the elder's chanting was finished, a large golden orb of light transferred from the staff to the Great Deku Tree, the sacred spirit's essence returning to its physical body. As this occurred, the forest began restoring to its former and natural beauty, the scar of death formed by the decaying trees being overtaken by the lushest greenery Link's ever seen. Even after the regrowth had passed, the energy surrounding him never left, gifting him with a strength that he never knew he had. It took him a while to realize his own injuries were healed in the process, as captivated by the whole display as he was. Not only that, but he also only just noticed the smaller orbs of light that floated all around him, a sense of familiarity flooding through him as one appeared before him.

His father's yellow spirit filled out into the entirety of the father he remembered, as clear as he could possibly be. Link took in the man's appearance, drinking in every last detail to save the memory for as long as he could. Renaldo's eyes looked upon the teenager with love and tenderness, though tears of joy slipped through from the corners as he smiled warmly. Finally, the man was able to form the words he's wanted to say since their first meeting in Link's dreams. "My dear, beloved son. You make me so proud and happy that words cannot even describe. With everything you've done, our people will flourish and live peacefully once more. Link, you and your sister have grown so much in so many ways, and I'm sorry that I had left you all so soon, but know this: I've never been happier than to watch you all live of your days in good health. Yes, even after my passing, I was still with you all in spirit, and your mother knows this. I will forever be with you, guiding and protecting you as I always have. I love you so much. Tell your mother and sister that I love them as well. Keep looking out after them in my place. Never falter in the face of the adversity. You will accomplish much, I know this, because you are my son and you are the blessed child of Farore."

After his speech, Renaldo gave his son the biggest hug he possibly could, wishing the moment to converse with Link would last forever. But, he knew better. Patting the teen's shoulder, he bid farewell before fading away for the last time, his spirit forming back into an orb that began to reassemble as a fairy. Link gasped as he was now face to face with a smaller figure with a similar appearance to his father, though much younger and with wings sported onto its back. His reverie was broken by the Great Deku Tree's words. "Your father's spirit has returned to me once again and he has been reborn as one of my children. Though this fairy no longer contains memories of its life as a Hylian, its essence is no different than that of your father. Aldo is now the name he bears, and he will accompany you wherever you may go," the old spirit announced. "The forests are saved thanks to you, my child. I have strength enough to maintain a barrier so that it may stay that way. For all that you have done for me and Farore's children, this is the least I can do to repay you."

Link gaped at the Deku Tree and the fairy Aldo before him, at a loss for words. He could feel Grandmother smiling warmly behind him and he turned around to see his mother and Aryll had joined them at some point. Amelia was heavily crying, though no longer with mourning but peace instead. Apparently, she and his sister had heard Renaldo's words upon their arrival. No words were needed to comfort them, but Link felt the urge to wrap them up in his arms anyway, never wanting to let go. After the time spent since his father's devastating departure from their world, their family was now at peace. As if to celebrate this wholesome moment, Aldo danced around them happily. That night was spent celebrating Link's courage and heroism, a feast accompanying that he had no problem indulging on given his hunger gained from his trek into the dungeon.

FIN

A/N: It's sooooooooooo wholesome and bittersweet! Okay, after this ending, I feel a little bit less depressed. I mean, I'm still kicking myself for killing off one of my favorite characters in this whole fanfic, but having given Link Aldo, I couldn't stay mad at myself. Also, I wanted to keep up the fairy theme from the OoT part of the series. Let me say, I'm sorry that this took so long. The reason for this will be found on my profile update, so I'm not going to go through explaining it, but I sure hope this made up for my long absence. I'm just so excited to start this back up again. With that said, please review and tell me what you think, and I'll let you continue on with the story. Until next time, my lovely readers!