Disclaimer: I do not own The Legend Of Zelda or any of its characters. I do however own any OC's that may appear, such as Scarlett.
Author's Note: Final chapter! Again, thanks to everyone who reviewed and has been reading the story faithfully. It's because of you guys that I decide to continue on with my writing, because honestly, who wants to write stories if you think no one is reading or enjoying them? Again, thank you guys! And remember, if you like this story, it was suggested to me by a reviewer of one of my other stories on to do an Anju/Kafei fic. So if there's a particular Zelda character or couple you think I might be good at writing about, please feel free to either PM me or tell me in a review. I'll be glad to give it a shot and post what I come up with!
And finally, without further adieu, I bid to you the final chapter of Promise of the Sun and Moon!
Five years later…
Kafei's POV
I smiled as I stood next to Tom outside the West Gate by the fountains. He was pacing nervously.
I still couldn't get over the fact he was actually getting married…and he most likely couldn't believe it, either.
"I can't believe it…I'm finally getting married!" he shouted.
There you have it.
I put my hand on his shoulder comfortingly.
"Relax, bud." I told him with a smile.
He ceased in his pacing and sighed.
"Kafei, I've never felt so nervous before! What if she decides to bail at the last minute? What if I don't live up to her expectations as a husband? What if–"
"Tom," I interrupted. "Everything will be just fine." I assured him, remembering that I felt the exact same way when I first married Anju.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." I said with a laugh.
"The bride is coming." Said a feminine voice that after all these years still melted my heart whenever I heard it (dear Lord, if Tom ever heard me say that aloud I'd never hear the end of it…).
We all turned to see Anju exit from West Clock Town.
She wore a blue gown, which made her eyes look absolutely stunning.
She gracefully made her way to stand beside me.
I greeted her with a kiss.
"You look beautiful, honey." I told her.
She smiled and pointed.
"You want to see a beauty? Take a look at our daughter." She said.
Scarlett came walking out in a pale pink frilly dress with white, strappy sandals. Her dark auburn hair was curled in little ringlets that cascaded halfway down her back, half of her hair tied in a large, pink bow. A pearl necklace adorned her neck.
She excitedly ran over and hugged me, her head now almost reaching my waist.
"Look at you! You look like a little princess!" I told her, kissing the top of her head.
"I did her hair!" said a voice.
It belonged to Romani, who was now seventeen. Jim, the ex-Bombers leader, was escorting her.
She wore a dress similar to Anju's.
"You did a great job on it." I commented, Scarlett running to Tom.
"Uncle Tom! Auntie Cremia looks like an angel! Just wait until you see her!" she shouted excitedly.
"She looks stunning." Romani assured him with a nod.
"I'm sure she does." Tom agreed, his face going white with nervousness.
Scarlett excitedly jumped up and tugged on his bowtie, causing it to become undone.
"Scarlett!" Anju and I cried disapprovingly.
"It's fine." Tom said. He attempted to retie it, but his hands were too shaky due to his nervousness.
"Aw, Tom!" Romani said, letting go of Jim's hand to fix the bowtie.
Just as she finished, Cremia entered.
She wore a dress very similar to Anju's on our wedding day.
The couple said their "I do's", and then everyone went about enjoying the carnival festivities.
Mother, who has been sober for five years now (and gets along great with Anju, my father, and even Eleanor, I might add), ran around snapping photos to publish in the town newspaper.
Romani and Jim stole Scarlett from us and took her around to enjoy the children's festivities.
At the end of the day, Anju and I sat on the steps leading to the Laundry Pool, watching the last of the fireworks die out, Scarlett asleep in my lap.
This reminded me of when Anju and I were still young, talking about marriage.
I remember that day clearly, as I'm sure Anju does, too…except now we had Scarlett added to the picture, which made it even better.
"Happy anniversary, Love." I told Anju. She smiled.
"Happy anniversary, Kafei." She whispered, planting a kiss on my lips and resting her head on my shoulder.
Here I am, an innkeeper married for six years, almost no problems at all…I have no enemies…just a great family, loving wife, and a beautiful five year-old daughter, who is alive, safe, and well.
And here I sit on my anniversary, watching the fireworks with my two favorite girls…
…Life is great.
I'll never take that for granted again.
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