Chapter Nine
With the command of the lady he was watching, Rinku took off into the woods to head to the placed called Kakariko. He would not have known where that was if it was not for the other animals of the wilds. It was a hawk that directed him east, past the wooden bridge and on the path with the open gate.
Rinku had not realized just how big the land was, having been tucked away in Ordon for the past couple of months. He did not let that get to him, however. As he traveled, he briefly saw the man with the wolf like eyes gallop pass on the white horse. The man gazed at him and nodded, before they pulled away and headed more north.
Slipping past the gate, he padded along the path. Ahead of him was a spring, much like the ones back in the woods. Taking a tentative look around, he saw the town was around the corner opposite of the spring. Not wanting to go into town, he backed up and found an opening, that upon following it lead up to a lip over the spring. Finding it a nice place to lay down, he did just that and watched the townsfolk, large beings he figured to be the Gorons that the children often talked about, and other humans.
Just on the edge of his senses came a being. Looking around, he saw the shimmer. Honing his senses, he found that it was the spirit that had protected him and blessed him with his collar. The spirit woman knelt and petted him.
"Soon, let us be patient together," she said. Rinku yawned, and settled his head on his paws, and closed his eyes.
...Goddess Plume...
His bow now rested on her person, and the quiver resting on her right hip. He had a rather large quiver, carrying around 100 arrows at any given time. As Epona raced through the night, the Princess watched her surroundings. How long has it been since she last had a chance to see the countryside, or visit any of the races. Here she was, about to lead an army into battle, and yet she was certain the Gorons and Zora had been left alone.
Thinking back, she knew that the Zora's at least were bound to still be recovering. The lost of their own queen had startled them. She felt for Ralis, the young Zora king, for she sat in his same predicament, young and in charge. As for the Gorons, they could readily help, but from what she had gathered, they were being left out on purpose.
Perhaps it had to do with the visiting kingdom and army.
As Epona navigated the path, the Princess thought back to just before they went their separate ways, and how he had kissed her. While in Ordon, she felt close to him wearing his tunic, but since Ilia never said his name, she could never understand why the scent on the tunic calmed her. Anytime he was mentioned, she felt a longing.
It also left her confused inside. She did not fully understand the emotions swirling around her. Her stay in Ordon had shown her what it was like to be loved, as they treated her as one of them even know they knew she was the Princess. It reminded her of the people of her Kingdom, how they, according to the maids, loved her. She returned their care by looking out for them, but the meaning of love was strange for her considering how her father had treated her.
She cleared her head as they exited a chasm into a clearing, where a group of horses were already gathered. Epona slowed and trotted through them. She recognized them as her Royal Guard, and they all greeted her warmly. Epona nosed her way through until she stood next to the Hero's Shade, who sat on his own horse, skeletal in appearance.
"Princess," he greeted.
"Shade," she replied, shivering slightly in the cool air.
"You and I have one goal only," he said, his red-eye gazing across the bridge, "you are to strike the darkest lord with a Light Arrow, and I am to slay your father."
"He's never been my father, just the man who helped bring me into this world," she growled.
"Of course," Shade replied.
"Make his a quick one, he doesn't deserve a slow death," she commented. The Hero's Shade gazed at the Princess, realizing she was mostly talking about when her mother had died, and yet was refusing to see the images.
"He won't even realize he is dead," he replied. She gave a nod to show she heard, but remained silent.
Stars slowly began to vanish as the morning light began to take over the sky. The Princess drew out her rapier and held it at her side. Epona shifted with anticipation, eager to go. The Dark Army had already advanced on the crew waiting for them on the field. Still she waited, watching the sky, waiting for the first rays of morning. Her Royal Guard set themselves up, two abreast, ready to charge.
The long hour finally past, and she saw the glint of a blade far south. She lifted up her own blade, and watched it catch the morning light. A horn let out, a low, powerful sound.
"For Hyrule!" the Princess cried out, and Epona reared up, and then charged forward. Behind her, the guard let out their own battle cry, and the ancient bridge felt more horses pound against its stone then it ever had.
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