Ch: 11
Disclaimer: Big words do not belong to me. Little words do.
Warning: Author is attempting something he doesn't know how to do (so what else is new). Please keep all children and those faint of heart away. All others, I'd keep a rosary handy lol. Oh and I couldn't get a beta for this… I think she faked her own death to get out of it… meh, wouldn't be the first one.
"Your Highness, I must insist that you settle down. I was commissioned by your father, the King, to finish this portrait before the celebration tonight and your… fidgeting,is making that quite difficult." A high-pitched, male voice grumbled from behind a large easel, his tone full of exasperation.
A reddish blush appeared on the cheeks of a young woman seated across from the annoyed artist. Her shapely form was covered by a white and lavender dress, the hem resting on the thick fur rug beneath the red velvet couch which she sat on. Gold embroidery lined the smooth silk cloth, while sliver stitching in the center bordered the Hyrule crest sewed into the outfit. Liberal use of lace lined the collar and sleeves of the clothing as well as the vertical piece that ran along the front of the dress. And was tied shut by thick gold strings.
The young girl's arms were encased in light purple gloves that ran the length of her forearm. Gold and silver bracelets were clasped around her wrist and bicep, the Royal Family seal carved into the soft metals. Massive gems were set into burnished rings adoring each of her fingers.
The posing woman's skin was lightly tanned, her muscles well developed while still retaining their soft, feminine form.
Her long ears gave sign to her nobility and magic prowess. Beautiful, deep blue, sapphires hung on silver, starburst earrings. Two silver clasps were attached near the tips of her slender ears, each with a symbol of an owl.
Her high cheekbones and slender features gave an air of authority. Her most striking feature however, were her bright blue eyes, each with a slight tint of gray around the irises.
The young girl's natural dark brown hair was lightened by the sun into a dirty blonde color. Reaching all the way down to her waist, the beauty's hair shimmered in the light shinning through an upper window. Matching braids, tied with fine silk and gold thread framed the young girl's face, the tips resting comfortably on her bust.
A small crown festooned the striking girl's head. Five jewels of varying color were embedded into the silver metal. One jewel, a bright gold andalusite was placed in the center, slightly raised above the rest. A magic spell superimposed the image of Hyrule Castle into the precious gem. To the right of the andalusite was a perfectly clear diamond, which had a picture of a roaring lion, and a crimson-orange clinohumite, which contained the depiction of a giant bird of prey. To the left of the center jewel was a dark brown axinite with the image of an owl. The final gemstone placed in the crown was an onyx cassiterite with an eye and teardrop held within.
"Sorry." Was the young girl's reply, settling herself once more into a proper pose.
The artist simply clucked his tongue inside his mouth and stuck his long, slightly crooked nose up into the air. His focus returned to his canvas once more and the beauty was forced to bite her tongue in order to suppress the growing laughter at his ridicules appearance. His extremely frilly shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, the ruffles on the front stained with several speckles of paint. The artist's trousers were a pale blue which clashed horribly with the pink tinge of his shirt. Completing the comical scene was his face, his pink tongue sticking out, near the point of his nose, in concentration while sweat rolled off his forehead.
The young royal's composure was undone when the foppish painter reached up to wipe at an invisible speck of dust just above his bright red lips and left a smear of lavender paint in the semblance of a small, square-shaped mustache in the center of his upper mouth, just below his nose. With his low cut, jet black hair, that was parted absurdly, gave him the appearance of a mad dictator - who had tried to take over the world - the young girl, had once read about.
The source of the royal's amusement leaned around his easel and glared at the posing woman who schooled her features quickly, only to lose them again at the sight of the artist's frown.
He opened his mouth to berate the impossible girl for moving again when he was interrupted by a soft giggle coming from the now open doorway. Spinning his glare round to the intruder the artist paled and dropped his paint pallet, staining his clothes further.
Standing in the doorway was a dark brown haired woman dressed in a forest green silk dress which hugged her curves. Her dainty hands were encased in gloves that were a lighter green than the dress. Her hair was pulled up into a bun while long silver chains dangled down to her shoulders. A large diamond incrusted hung loosely around her slender neck. The new woman's features strongly resembled the younger girl's, only age marring the differences.
With a radiant smile the older noble spoke, her gaze on the laughing girl yet her voice directed to the artist, "I am very sorry Horst that my daughter is so hard to keep still for a portrait. She has always been that way."
Horst smiled halfheartedly, "No your majesty. The Princess has been most… patient with me. For I am not as fast as I once was and can no longer finish before my client becomes restless."
"Yes, and I apologize for my husband making you rush on finish this portrait before tonight but…"
"No Queen Nadya, it is my greatest pleasure to be able to capture the beautiful Princess Zelda's face after her long absence. Why, when the other painters had heard..."
As Horst rambled on the queen locked gazes with her only daughter who simply rolled her eyes. Nayda bite the inside of her lip in order to keep her composer, the Princess seeing this burst into another round of raucous laughter.
"Hor-Horst…" The queen's voice came out strained before she cleared her throat and continued, "I know you are in a hurry yet, I must ask to borrow my child from you. I have something with which I need her to attend to."
"N-Not at all your majesty. I-I shall fill in the background or… or something. But please, do not take long. For I must finish this soon or face the ire of the king."
"No worries my friend, I will deal with Dedrich if it comes to that. However, I shall return my daughter as quickly as possible."
Zelda leapt off the small couch and sped out pass her mother before Horst could utter any complaint. Nayda smiled and happily waved at the dumbfounded artist as she turned and followed her daughter's wake.
Catching up to the young royal at the other end of the long castle hallway, the Queen shook her head at her daughter's very, un-princess like, behavior, "If I had known you wanted to stay so that Horst could finish the painting I would have left you there." The older woman's voice dripped with sarcasm.
Zelda's cheeks colored at the slight chastisement, "I'm sorry mother. But, when you've been training like I have, everyday, till the late evening with hardly any breaks, sitting still for such a long time leaves you with a feeling of…"
"Restlessness?"
The young princess nodded her head. Looking into her mother's gray colored eyes Zelda saw a touch of worry flittering around their depths, "Mother, did you really need me for something or did you just tell that to Horst?"
The concern rose in the queen's gaze and yet a smile still spread across her noble features, "There was a time when you believed I was incapable of lying… and now you think I would do it simply to spare you some discomfort…"
Zelda's eyes grew wide with panic, "I-I'm sorry mother! I didn't mean tha-"
Nayda held up a hand to forestall any more of her daughter's backpedaling, "No fear my child, I know what you meant. And yes I do have a task I must ask you to do." The queen's gray orbs darkened slightly. Heaving a deep sigh she continued, "It is Agahnim…"
"What has he done now?" the younger girl asked, her voice taking a slightly angry tone.
"A couple of days ago he gathered up several of the older children from the orphanage and brought them to his lab. No one thought of anything when he let them go back that evening. Yet, last night he took almost all the children into his den and they have not returned. I am worried at what he plans for the poor children and…"
"And you want me to get in there and see what he is up to right?" The young princess interrupted, her bluish gray orbs growing cold.
Nayda gently touched Zelda's arm, "Yes, you are the only one who can get in there with the kind of authority that Agahnim would respect. I would send one of the Sheikah but he would never listen to a shadow warrior."
"Do not fret mother, I will see to it that whatever that old mage is planning I will put a stop to it." The young royal quickly moved pass the older Hylian and headed for the stairway that would lead her to the maze of corridors that would take her to the old dungeons and to where the magician had set up shop.
Marching down the poorly lit passageway, Zelda moved further into the oldest part of Hyrule Castle. The newer portion having been built on top of an ancient foundation was riddled with catacombs that were once used for dungeons.
The young princess headed towards the largest of these underground complexes, where the traveling mage Agahnim, had decided to house his lab.
Although numerous torches lined the hallway, the corridor was much darker than the newer sections that Zelda usually frequented. The stone blocks having faded from their pristine white to a sickly yellow color. Moss and mold from the water seeping in from the surrounding moat filled the air with a strong musty stench.
The hem of the princess' skirts dragged along the dusty ground, quickly becoming sullied. Scowling at the filth, Zelda sighed deeply, knowing she would be in trouble for getting her dress dirty.
Seeing the large door which led to Agahnim's laboratory, the young royal's frown turned up slightly into a frightening smile.
The massive wooden door was one solid piece, made from the trunk of a giant tree that used to stand just east of Castle Town. Thick iron straps ran horizontally across the grain. A metal slot was fitted in the center, just above the princess' height, so that the old wizard could peer out. Yet, the most peculiar aspect of the otherwise normal doorway was that it had no handle of any kind. No locks could be seen, absolutely no way to open the heavy barrier.
Zelda scoffed at the obstacle, knowing that Agahnim had made it so only those that knew the code word could enter.
With a quick flick of her wrist, the young princess extinguished the torches surrounding the door, plunging the area into complete darkness. Closing her eyes, Zelda continued to walk towards the dead-end. Passing through the shadows the Princess kept her eyes shut. Suddenly her body encountered resistance, yet she continued marching forward. When she felt her body become free the young royal opened her eyes and found herself in the lab of Agahnim.
Long tables covered in notes and various pieces of equipment. Several scales, small metal rings which held red gems that produced massive amounts of heat and vials of dark liquid dotted the room. Shelves of books with paper sticking out of them lined the back walls, near the old torture chambers which had been converted into bedchambers. On the right side of the door Zelda had entered through were long sills upon which sat glass jars filled with brine and assortment of body parts from different species.
Turning her head in disgust the young princess glanced over to the other side of the laboratory. A large curtain sectioned off most of the left side of the room. Knowing from previous visits, the Princess shuddered at the thought of the large beds, with iron restraints bolted to the heavy frame that were hidden from view.
Zelda started when she heard a malevolent laugh from the other side of the thick drapes. Agahnim's voice echoed with evil intent, "And now young princess, I the Cursed One shall sacrifice these innocent children to bring about the destruction of Hyrule!"
Before the royal could respond a small, girlish voice spoke up against the mad wizard, "I will not allow you or your evil p-plight to bring harm to Hywule! Too many babies were sla… slag…"
"It's slaughter you big dummy!" A loud, boisterous voice yelled out.
"Shut it Richard, I know what the word is! You're the dwummy here!" The little girl's voice shot back.
"Now, now children we mustn't fight." Aganhim's now soft, well mannered voice called out between the fighting children.
Failing to curtail the bickering, the old mage's composer gave way to inept fumbling. Pulling part of the blue drapes blocking her view, Zelda saw the traveling wizard in a truly ridicules outfit.
Covered in head to toe in a garish red surcoat and bright yellow trim, the ensemble was completed with small symbols which - meant flame in an ancient, dead language - decorating the bottom half of his outer layer. A deep crimson robe was beneath that, with purple border and an outline of an eye, similar to the Sheikah, yet different, more evil looking. A red cap and mask covered the elder's features. However, the pale, almost blue coloring of his skin caused the Princess's brow to rise.
Gathered in the large curtained area with the old wizard were the young orphans Zelda was sent to find. Most were dressed in the hand-me-downs that the King provided to the orphanage so the children could be dressed appropriately.
Yet, one little, long blonde haired girl was outfitted in some royal blue slacks and a leather jerkin over which rested a set of armor. Despite the young child's small size the heavy looking plate mail didn't seem to trouble or weigh her down any.
The young girl's shiny blonde her was pulled back into a ponytail, save for two twin braids that rested along the front of her body. Clasped in her hand, raised high as if to strike at the boy standing across from her – who was dressed as a simple knight – was a wooden sword, her other hand held a wooden shield painted to match those carried by the Knights of Hyrule.
Placing himself between the two arguing children, Agahnim tried to return the peace yet was forced to grab the little girl by her shoulders after the young boy muttered something under his breath that the princess couldn't hear. The small girl was swinging her play sword viciously, trying to get it pass the old magician and hit the smug boy, who was now sticking his tongue out at her.
With a solid crack reverberating across the stone blocks, Zelda winced painfully in sympathy, the little girl's wild swings having finally connecting, with the poor wizard's head.
Yelling in fright the small child dropped her weapon and quickly started to apologize. Agahnim held the top of his head gently smiled. His mask having fallen away the little girl – who was on the verge of tears – could now see the kind look on the old man's features.
The little boy who was the original target laughed and mocked the small girl before he cried out in pain when her foot came into contact with his shin. The young boy began to dance around in pain as the little girl let a smug look cross her features before turning back to the traveling mage in worry.
Finding the entire display humorous, Zelda failed to keep in a very un-lady like snort from escaping. The gathered children all looked up and found her peeking through the curtains and quickly panicked. Shouts of "don't look" and "it's ruined" echoed throughout the room, causing more laughter to erupt from the Princess.
"Snack time!" was said in a tiny, very dainty voice. Turning Zelda found an orb of blue light floating in from the large cell, which had been converted into a library of sorts.
Seeing the depressed looks on the children the small light turned and saw the young princess standing in the room, "Oh, hello Princess. How are you today?"
"Hello Navi, I'm fine… much better it seems than Agahnim is feeling at the moment."
The tiny fairy glanced over at her master and saw him tenderly tracing the growing lump on his head, his face scrunching up in pain every now and again.
Flying over to the old mage, the tiny sprite gently laid her hands on his head. A soft blue glow filled the room and the children quieted down as the traveling wizard sighed in relief, "You need to be more careful Master, you are not as young as you once were." The fairy reprimanded.
The old man simply chuckled before waving off Navi's concern, "Oh don't you worry my little pixie. Agahnim is made of sterner stuff." The fairy, as well as the princess rolled their eyes when, after his pronouncement the traveling mage cried out in pain, Navi having thumped him with her tiny fist.
"I-In any case, did I hear you right Navi? Did you say that it was snack time?" The old wizard asked, his eyes lightening up.
Zelda shook her head, "Still the same ol' coot I remember… His need of food the only thing greater than his thirst for knowledge."
The small orb of blue light zipped up and down, the sound of bells twinkling in the air. Agahnim laughed loudly as he clapped his hands. Turning to the children, still pouting at being discovered, and smiled, "Alright children, time now for Navi's Fairy Snacks!"
At this the children cheered before racing off into the other room, their mouths already watering at the thought of the tasty treats the little fairy had prepared. All save for the small blonde haired girl, who stood behind the old wizard, her eyes filled with tears.
"I don't deserver any snacks after I hit you…" Her voice quietly said, brimming with remorse.
The old man gently patted the little girl's head, his face shining brightly with a grand smile, "Oh Anglia, it was an accident and I forgive you. Just… just try to be more careful from now on, alright?" The old man laughed.
Little Anglia looked up and seeing Agahnim's happy face, smiled wide before running off to the other room to get her treat, laughing the whole way.
"Now I supposed I have to face your wrath before I get my own tasty snack?" The traveling mage asked, turning, and looking at the young princess.
"Agahnim… you should know better than to just take the orphans, especially overnight. What were you thinking… Or was this another Lake Hylia?"
Looking everywhere but at the smaller woman, the old mage laughed nervously, "Well, uh… you see… I told the King what I was doing but…"
"But?" The young monarch questioned after Agahnim's sentence trailed off.
"You see… the children wanted to surprise you with something and I told them they could put on a play. You should have seen their faces when I told them that it would be a surprise present, only the King would know… and…"
"I ruined it by coming in here and seeing the 'surprise'? Oh Agahnim… Mother was worried that you were getting into trouble again. You do remember what happened after you returned from that fieldtrip to Lake Hylia?"
Having only heard about it, the young princess thought on the story her mother had told her of the fiasco the old mage had put everyone through.
Taking the children from the orphanage to see Lake Hylia and learn about the Zoras which kept watch over the reservoir was not overly a bad thing. However, the eccentric old wizard had failed to tell anyone that he was taking all the children. Arriving just as the sun was setting the traveling magician was immediately accosted by the women in charge of the orphanage.
Yet, even being reprimanded by both the King and Queen was not enough to quell the old man's more… enthusiastic plans.
"Agahnim, I know you love the orphans… but please, next time, warn us about these things."
The old man's shoulders slumped down, yet he nodded his head in understanding. Smiling beautifully at her old mentor, Zelda thought of an idea to cheer him, as well as the children up, "Now I must return to the upper level! I don't remember why I came down here though… I sure hope you didn't use any magic to erase my memories while I was down here. Who knows what kind of surprises I could get if you did something like that!" The Princess's voice rang out loud enough for the children in the other room to hear her.
With a slight wink at the now smiling mage, Zelda turned and walked back through the doorway, the magically sealed door having swung open as soon as she stepped in front of it.
Just before the door closed completely, the young princess heard the children erupt in excitement. Their surprise present for the birthday girl having been saved by one crafty old wizard.
Zelda watched as servants, soldiers, and even a couple of Gorons scramble around one of the many courtyards within Hyrule Castle.
The courtyard used tonight was the largest and the Princess's favorite. Lush gardens lined the sides of the walls in a tiered fashion. Flowers from countless kingdoms and other places were placed in the well manicured grounds. Their sweet aroma combining into a wonderful fragrance that wafted slowly through the air.
Dominating the center of the court was a large reflecting pool. Lily pads and colorful fish swam lazily around the clear water. Three massive fountains took up the middle of the pool, the tops of two them adorned with a marble statue of a young girl pouring a vase of water out. The third, and largest, was capped with a miniature version of Hyrule Castle, the water flowing out of the many doors and windows.
Tables, covered in fine, white linens dotted the landscape. Posts with lamps hanging from ropes that were tied to another post created a web of lights that lit the courtyard.
At one end of the great long pool – the castle in the backdrop – was a raised platform. It was built over a center tier of flowers with one more above it. The white marble stone was polished for the celebration. A long table ran the entire length and allowed the royals seated at to look out over the entire plaza.
Streamers of colorful ribbon hung everywhere, off the tables, along the lampposts, and the ropes strung between them. The colors complimented the approaching night time, the pinks and oranges of the falling sun setting off the riot of shades.
"This is so… so beautiful." Zelda's breathed her voice full of emotion.
"It is only fitting for such a beautiful princess then." A deep, masculine voice sounded behind the young royal.
Turning the Princess found her father, King Dedrich, standing there with a grand smile on his face. His bright crimson robes fluttered in the small breeze wafting in. The dark blue tunic and white leggings underneath freshly pressed.
Sweeping the larger man up into a hug, Zelda fought back the tears of joy that gathered in her blue, gray orbs, "Th-Thank you so much… I could never imagine a more perfect way to return home."
Squeezing his daughter tighter Dedrich muttered against her head, which he rested his own upon, "Anything for you my precious child. The world if it would bring a smile to your face."
Zelda giggled against her father's royal robe, "I would not want the world father. I would never be able to lead that many people in a just and fair manner."
The King laughed hardily, "My daughter the wise and humble! You do your mother and I proud, never forget that." He finished quietly.
Releasing her father the young princess was immediately pulled into another tight embrace by the Queen, Nayda, who was dressed in a stunning bluish sliver houppelande. A long dress which trailed along the ground and sleeves that reached well passed her legs. The fur lining was dyed a deep purple, "Happy Birthday baby girl! I want you to know that no matter what, you will always have a home here with people that love you."
"Thank you." Zelda whispered, overwhelmed with emotion with tears threatening to escape her eyes once more. Stepping out of her mother's arms the Princess' gaze was drawn to five men standing a respectable distance away from the royal family.
Schooling her features, the young princess turned to greet her guests with an air of elegance befitting her station. She forced her polite smile to remain on her face as the first noble stepped forward.
The royal was stuffed into a set of light armor, a single decorative sword attached to his belt. A deep purple surcoat hung over the armor pieces. The knight towered over the dainty princess, his massive arms bigger than her waist. His head was devoid of hair yet a single tattoo drew the Princess' eyes, an evil looking eye painted onto his flesh.
"Happy Birthday your majesty. As Lord of the Southern lands I present you with this dagger which has been inlaid with several clinohumite gems." Lord Cadeyrn said holding the gift up to the young princess.
Zelda glanced at the small blade, the sheath was made of gold, a large orange jewel centered in the middle while a depiction of a large bird of prey with it's wings outstretched was etched into the metal. The hilt of the dagger was gold as well, with clinohumite that had been pounded into a fine dust coating it. The blade – once removed – was pure silver, the same bird as on the sheath etched on it as well.
"I was to present you with the head of that cursed boy, save for the incompetence of common villagers that allowed him to escape my grasp!" The general's face flared an even brighter red, "Sadly all I have is this plain wooden knight figure. The fiend must have dropped it while escaping."
"Now, now Cadeyrn… This is neither the time nor the place for such talk. It is a celebration for our most prized jewel." A kind, old man said as he stepped up next to the towering lord.
Zelda smiled warmly at the sight of the slightly hunched over form of her somewhat grandfather, "Herluin, I am so glad to see you. I had heard you were ill and did not think you would be able to attend?"
The former southern lord, dressed in dark red cotte with an orange, sleeveless surcoat hanging over it, laughed affectionately, his wrinkled face turned upwards, "My darling little Zellie, I would never miss your birthday. Even if I was on my deathbed being with you on such an important day would be my greatest wish."
The young princess broke custom and hugged the elderly man, "And my greatest wish is that you will live forever Herluin." She spoke softly.
The old man reached up and wiped a tear that gathered a the edge of his dull russet eye, "Why I do not think that is possible, I am thankful that I have been see you grow into such a fine young woman."
The two looked at each other with loving and warm faces. Stepping back the old lord reached behind him and pulled out a very plain looking box, "Now I know you can get a new one of these fairly easy, but this one is special… I believe you've had an eye on it for quite of few years."
Zelda stared at Herluin curiously before gently sliding the lid off the box. Inside she found a small, oddly shaped eyeglass. The piece of glass was fitted into a round slot, the metal coming to a point on the side in the shape of a hawk's talons. Along the opposite side, the eyewear swept back like the wings of said noble bird. Its dull crimson paint was chipped in numerous places, the once pristine metal was scored and pocket marked with tiny holes.
The young princess held her free hand over her mouth, her eyes shining in joy, "You… It's your Hawkeye isn't it…? You're giving me this?"
Although the Hawkeye had been in Hyrule for centuries, the newer models were whole masks that archers placed over their face. The device, using a simple spell, allowed the wearer to see even greater distances. However, the Hawkeye belonging to Herluin had been a part of his family for generations.
It was said that Herluin's great, great, great grandfather climbed to the top of Tal Tal Heights, and came upon a golden bird. The creature at first thought Herluin's grandfather was a thief, intent on stealing it's eggs, and attacked.
Having no choice the explorer took out a knife and defended himself, slicing out one of the bird's eyes. The creature collapsed and waited for the finishing blow. When nothing came, the bird looked up and saw the tears running down the man's face.
Realizing that he posed no danger, the gold hawk stumbled up and in a clear voice told Herluin's grandfather to not shed a tear. For it said that it assumed him to be an enemy when he was a friend. Using magic which the Hylian had never seen before, the hawk fashioned a monocle from the eye that it had lost and gave it to Herluin's grandfather.
Returning with the magical item and a fanciful tale, Herluin's ancestor began two crazes, one being the production of Hawkeyes – after the mages were able to copy the magic used to make the first one – and a mass exodus to the Tal Tal Heights, which led to the eventual founding of Ordon and many other small villages along the Talus mountain range.
"I have no children and I consider you a daughter… So yes, I am passing on my family's treasure to you." The former lord answered Zelda's question.
The young princess cried for joy as she pulled the elder man into another tight hug, "Thank you so much Herluin!"
Laughing and patting the young girl on the back, Herluin shuffled pass the Princess to greet the King and Queen, leaving Zelda and Cadeyrn.
The young princess' features changed from warm and informal to slightly cold and ceremonial when she turned back to the massive general, "And thank you Lord Cadeyrn, the blade is truly beautiful. However, before you go, may I ask for the doll you recovered from the Cursed One?"
With a look of disgust the massive noble answered the Princess, "Certainly your Highness. It is in my quarters so if you will permit me to retrieve it later."
Nodding her head Zelda moved her focus to the remaining lords, dismissing Cadeyrn completely and missing the angry flare up on the his face. Stepping forward the Princess held her hand up and smiled politely as the next lord bent his incredible waist over and softly kissed it.
Although extremely fat and with thinning hair, there was little doubt in Zelda's mind on the power this man held. His rather large sage green houpelande's – the male version of the outfit of Nadya's – hem was dragging on the ground. While his piggish feet were stuffed into some bright yellow poulaines - a type of shoe common in the northern lands -their pointed tips peeking out of his outfit.
"You continue to grow more and more beautiful with every passing year your Highness." The large, round, man said, "On behalf of the Northern lands I gift you with this puzzle box."
Accepting the gift, Zelda stared at the colorful box. Each of the four sides contained a color, red, blue, green, and yellow in tiny little squares. Yet on closer inspection the young royal noticed tiny cravings of different animals were etched into the squares.
"I must profess that the children, to pass the time, will mix up the order of colors and challenge each other to see who can put them back into symmetry the quickest. However, the difficult part of the puzzle, and subsequently the way to open it, is to match animal to complementary colors." The fat lord explained, "That… is very complicated." He added quietly.
Zelda focused intently on the puzzle, her mind already working on how it worked, "You see you Majesty; the box is separated into sections that twist and turn which allows you to move colors around." The Northern Lord explained.
The Princess mumbled in understanding, her brain having already solved half of the puzzle, yet the remaining proved to be very complex. A slight cough brought her attention back up to meet the pudgy face of the general she had completely forgot about. Her cheeks turned a shade of red.
"I am sorry Lord Gearwalt, I… that is this box is very intriguing…" Her sentence trailed off in embarrassment.
The older, wider man chuckled, his jowls rolling with his mirth, and held up a hand, "My dear young one, that is why I gave you that box. I knew it would work your brilliant mind in trying to solve it. So no offense is taken." Seemingly talking to himself the lord continued, "I do so love the mysteries that life presents…"
Looking back at the young royal, Gearwalt patted the hand still clasped within his own, "I wish also to tell you that the Sheikah have presented a gift to you, yet I thought it would be more fun if you had to work for it." At her questioning eyes the leader of Northern Hyrule smiled, "It rest within the puzzle my dear. Solve it and the Sheikah gift will be yours."
"Then I will up all night in figuring out this box." Zelda commented, sweet laughter escaping her mouth.
Gearwalt joined her humor as he moved pass her in order to greet the King and Queen as the others before him had.
The Princess turned and welcomed the third figure. A man dress in flowing white robes which hid his hands completely, the legs stopping just short of his ankles. Light blue trim traveled along the edges of his spotless outfit. A large, cylindrical hat sat on his long blonde hair, which had been pulled back with a silver clasp.
A silver ephod hung around his neck, down to the center of his chest with leather bands wrapping around his back, securing it in place. Upon the chest piece were intricate engravings of castles, demons, and sorcerers, with ancient Hyrulian text craved along the sides.
"Ah Lord Revel, so good to see you. Thank you for attending." Zelda said as bowed at the waist.
"My Princess, you have no need to bow to me… It is I that should humble myself in your presence." The lord said his voice beautifully soft and soothing, "I am nothing than a lowly magician in the service to my country. I deserve no praise."
The young princess shook her head, "You are so much more than a mere mage Lord Revel. Your service to this kingdom… the entire world owes you a doubt of gratitude that can never truly be repaid. If it was not for you, then we would never have known of the danger nineteen years ago and barely avoided… Although…"
"Although it came at such an enormous price that it seems cruel… Trust me, your Majesty… I wish that I could have found a better solution… To receive admiration for my failing to find an answer… That is a guilt I feel I must live with for the rest of my life."
The two nobles fell silent, each thinking on the great tragedy which brought the kingdom together, save for one family, "Still, you are a master of the magical arts. For that no one denies." The young princess broke the uncomfortable silence.
Lord Revel smiled, although it appeared strained, before straightening up, "Now for why I am here. The lands of West Hyrule would like to give you Highness this magical tome."
Taking the leather-bound book from the High Mage, Zelda looked over the ancient dialect written in gold on the worn cover, "The Book of Mudora…?"
"Why yes your Majesty! Your lessons on Old Hylian are coming along nicely. It is indeed the Book of Mudora. A book of magical spells that ancient masters used that has been passed down for generations. No one knows who wrote the book or who continues too. For there are spells that I and Agahnim have created that are listed in there." Revel's emerald eyes lightened up as he explained.
"Sadly though, many pages are so faded that I cannot decipher them. I still do not know as to what purpose those three medallions were used for…"
Glancing up at the Western Lord, the Princess raised an eyebrow. Chuckling, Revel motioned her to turn to the last page of the book. There, she found three coin shaped medallions. One was a fiery red; the image of four crescents spinning in a circle was etched on the metal. As Zelda's hand neared it she could feel incredible heat emanating from it.
The second coin was an icy blue, and the Princess shivered from the medallion. Engraved on it was a blue lightning bolt, with tiny snowflakes in the background. The final piece was a dirty brown, appearing to be more dirt than metal. On it was craved soft rises, looking rolling waves. However, unlike water, the wave was trailed by another wave, going in the opposite direction. While staring at the coin Zelda could feel her body begin to tremble, as if the very ground was shaking.
Looking up into Revel's eyes the young princess found them full of wonderment, "I have never seen anyone react to those medallions like you have your Majesty. Mayhap you will find the source and purpose that has eluded us at the Magic Academy for several years now."
"I will try my best thank you. Maybe this will keep me practicing my Old Hylian more often." Zelda finished with a laugh.
The High Mage chuckled softly before moving on to pay his respects to the King and Queen of Hyrule and join his fellow lords at the table.
Zelda stared at the final Lord of Hyrule and she was filled with both joy and sadness at seeing him. The tall, trim figure, dressed in light gold armor, similar to that which Cadeyrn wore, the final Eastern Lord was a man accustomed to battle. Yet, with shoulders squared and chest thrust out, the downward look of his face, not meeting the Princess' gaze softened his warrior persona.
Stepping forward the young princess took the taller man's hands into her smaller ones and looked up into his dark blue eyes, "Marcus you mustn't feel guilty every time you come to the castle and see me." She spoke softly, comfortingly to him.
The Hylian Lord glanced down at the Princess, his face forcing a sad smile on his handsome features, "I cannot stop your Highness. Every time I see you I cannot not help but think of the pain my family has caused to this land and… and to you young one. You had a friend and because of my cursed blood he was taken away." The general all but spat.
Gently stroking Marcus's face, Zelda stared at the older man. His fiery red mane was still vibrant, although twinges of gray were starting to appear along the edges. His heavily tanned face was hardened by training yet no one could deny his handsomeness. The bright red hair and intense blue eyes gave a sense of ruggedness, while his quick wit and sharp mind were signs of great intelligence. Although older, Zelda could see the resemblance to someone she wished she could forget, yet knew that while she yet breathed it would never come true.
"You… do not have cursed blood. What your brother did…. what he did was of no fault but his own. You are the most loyal knight that my father has and are a member of this family in all but blood… So never… never say such awful things again." The Princess's voice choked up as tears slowly made their way down her eyes.
Marcus used one gloved hand to wipe away the tears running down Zelda's face and smiled a bit more warmly, "You are too kind Princess… Yet, I will acquiesce to your wish. For it is your birthday after all."
Taking a step back, the young royal schooled her emotions and set her features once more. Shaking his head, the Eastern Lord presented her with a small velvet pouch, "As Lord of Eastern Hyrule I present you my Princess, a gift. One that has been passed down from father to son in my family for countless years. Now I give it to you."
Surprise filling her face, Zelda held the dark material in her hands gently, afraid that the slightest mishap would destroy such a precious gift, "T-Thank you Lord Marcus… I don't know… What I mean is you shouldn't… why?" She finally asked,
At this the general's face fell even more than it had before, "My father… chose my younger brother as the one to receive this heirloom… He was the bravest in our family and I did not disagree with our father, it was a fine choice… However, I cannot take it and give it to my sons in good conscience. And you are far braver than I milady."
Tears sparkling again in her eyes, the young princess nodded her head before she untied the strings hold the little bag closed. Peering inside her breathe was taken away. Slowly she pulled out a small emerald orb connected to a gold chain. The green gem shined with an inner glow, the smooth surface devoid of any blemishes. While holding the jewel, Zelda noticed a faint power emanating from it.
"Wha-"
"It is known as the Pendant of Courage. It is said to bestow great courage to the wearer when power and wisdom are used in conjunction with it… To be honest I never understood that part but that is the story that has been passed down along with the jewel. I do know that many in my family have seen it as a good luck charm."
With misty eyes, the young royal cried in joy as she wrapped one arm around Marcus's neck and pulled him down into a tight embrace, "Thank you, thank you, thank you! I will treasure it forever."
Releasing the larger man Zelda smiled so brightly that Eastern Lord was forced to emulate. Walking together back to the King and Queen, Marcus snapped a quick bow to the two royals. Taking Nayda's hand he brushed his lips across the silk gloves before standing and saluting Dedrich, who returned it. The two warriors then clasped their forearms in an ancient soldier greeting.
"Marcus, it is good to see you!" Commented Dedrich loudly. Looking around the King frowned slightly, "I do not see Fiora or the boys. Did they not come with you?"
"I am afraid not your Majesty. Amos fell ill as we were preparing to leave. And we feared that Thomas would soon become sick as well." The Eastern Lord explained.
"Yes, those two boys do seem to share everything, joys, pains, and diseases alike." Nadya spoke up, her tone light and humorous.
The group rumbled with laughter in agreement on Marcus's twin boys. Placing a hand on his general's shoulders the King of Hyrule squeezed firmly, "Well give them our best won't you. Now we should start the celebrations!"
Zelda glanced over at the servants fluttering around, putting the final touches on the courtyard and discovered that while she greeted the Lords of Hyrule all the people had gathered and were waiting for the commencement of the festivities.
Hearing a slight cough, the young princess turned and found Marcus with his arm outstretched. Looking pass him she found her father escorting her mother to their seats. Blushing, the Princess accepted the Eastern Lord's arm and allowed him to take her to her chair. Settling down, with a quick thank you, Zelda looked down the table to see the others all staring at her father, Dedrich whose place was in the center of the raised platform, with her being on his left. Marcus, former Lord Herluin, and Lord Cadeyrn sat to her right. While the Queen, Lord Revel, and Lord Gearwalt sat on the other side of the King.
Taking her eyes from those gathered with her, the young royal looked out and saw many minor nobles, visiting dignitaries, and others of the upper elite sitting at the large, round tables scattered throughout the square. The poor and common were forced to sit along the edges on the soft grass. However, none were barred from the celebrations.
Food and drink were provided to all of Hyrule Castle Town and to all the people, many of whom traveled many miles in hopes of seeing the heir to Hyrule's grand birthday.
Feeling all the eyes on her, Zelda felt her discomfort at being in front of so many people. She fell back onto her training and adopted a polite, formal air, much as she had when dealing with the Southern Lord.
The young princess listened to her father's speech, her cheeks coloring at his baseless praises and acclamations. The King finished by asking all in attendance to raise their glasses and toast the Princess. With a great shout which echoed through the entire castle, the nineteenth birthday celebration for the jewel of Hyrule began.
After the feast was finished and the wonderful cake which the chefs had prepared specially, the King rose from his seat once more.
"Now ladies and gentlemen, our very own Agahnim has a surprise for the Princess." Leaning down to speak into her ear, Zelda covered her mouth as a dumb grin spread across it, "I heard you almost spoiled the children's gift with your snooping. So please, do act surprised." Dedrich whispered.
Nodding her head, the young princess watched as the court magician and all the children gathered in front of the raised platform where the ruling lords and ladies were seated. Feigning an astonished gasp, Zelda beamed as the orphans cheered at Agahnim for making her forget their surprise gift.
The Princess watched intently as the children preformed their play, the story about the brave, beautiful princess battling the evil Cursed One. The little blonde girl Zelda had met in Agahnim's lab played as the princess who traveled around, saving people and defeating the dark minions of the Cursed One, before she finally met him and slew him. Saving all of Hyrule.
As the people cheered, a small part of Zelda's heart wrenched in pain, some part of her feelings running counter to her outward appearance which applauded the orphans and their wonderful gift. Nayda glanced over at her daughter, knowing full well of the conflicted emotions running through her. Yet, felt immense pride as she saw her thank the children who knew nothing of her turmoil.
The Princess stepped down off the platform and hugged each child, even placing a kiss on top of a couple of the boys' heads. Laughing at their discomfort at being kissed by a girl, despite her being a princess, Zelda pushed the pain she felt deep into her.
Suddenly a presence assaulted her mind. A golden light filled her body and she could feel something she had not felt in years. It caused great joy as well as equal amount of fear to spring up in her.
Taking a step pass the orphans, the children as well as several guests looked at her with worry as her face paled. Zelda tuned all the people and noise around her out by closing her eyes and concentrated on the feeling she had.
Her blue, grey orbs snapped open and disregarded the shouts of her parents and other nobles as she sped off towards the gate leading into Castle Town. Pushing pass people, muttering quick apologizes, the Princess moved closer to the presence, the golden light filling more of her senses. When all of the sudden the glow, the spirit, everything simply disappeared.
Spinning around slowly, Zelda searched the gathered crowd for a pair of intense blue eyes and a head of dirty blonde hair which would haunt her for the rest of her life.
"Link…"
A/N: Well folks, there we have it, finally haha. Sorry for this chapter being so long, didn't even noticed it until I went to beta it and was surprised I had written so much. I think I did alright keeping it from being boring, but I don't know, maybe I should lay off the details… Let me know.
Anywho, I tried some different things in this chapter. If you guys noticed let me know. And if you didn't then I'll say that's good, I blended them in well lol.
Now I'm sure that those of you who made it through this one (and maybe care lol) are asking yourself, "Does this mean Agahnim is a good guy?! Well my answer is… maybe lol. One thing to learn is never assume what I say is actually what's going on. I might surprise you all with some amazing twist… or I'm easy to figure out and all of you are simply shaking your heads at me in pity lol.
So any comments, concerns, or complaints will be giving to my customer service rep, Haya Wouldyou Buzz-Off the III. Any of the Three R's on the other hand will be handled by your's personally (Read, Review, and… Recall? Probably not…)
With that, thanks for reading, just let me know how I does and hows I could fix this here mess and I'll sure as shoot do somein' bout it… maybe… doubt it lol. Laters folks!
Oh, P.S. If you can name the mad dictator Zelda was thinking about (and he is real) you get nothing. Save for knowing something. Which is saying something in today's culture lol.
P.P.S. Sorry about the odd gem names. They are real, but very rare (hence the reason I picked them) jewels that were the perfect color. Just goggle them and you'll get a nice visual of what the crown looks like. Same with the clothing lol.
We'll catch them red-handed!
What color were their hands before? (Great Muppet Caper)