Authors note: I apologize for the longer than usual wait, this chapter was much longer than the rest, but it was really important to me to fit it all in. Anyways, thank you all again for the wonderful reviews and feed back! Hope you enjoy this chapter!

Chapter eleven, Birthday Wishes

Link stirred himself from sleep, his eyes dry and rough. He had barely slept that night, often standing up to clear his head out in the open air. No more tears came to him, he felt drained of all energy. I suppose this is how life will be now. He dressed himself in his training tunic, donning his fine sword on his hip, running his hand over his chest to feel the small necklace that hung around his neck. The sun was just dawning when he stepped out onto the street. On his left, he heard the slight ping of a hammer against metal, it was coming from his father's open workshop. Upon entering he found a young scraggly boy, forging some object or tool. He had met the boy before, Eric, he was his father's promising apprentice. Former apprentice I suppose now.

"What are you doing?" Link asked patiently.

Eric tilted his head up, eyes red and droopy. "I'm working. I don't really know what I'm working on, but it's something."

A tinge of empathy coursed through him. While Eric had only known his father for a little less than a year, the boy grew very fond of his father, viewing him as a role model in his life, just as Link had. Now is not the time to be a silent husk. This kid needs help. "Yes. I used to do the same; hammer things for no reason. Although, I was never very good at it." He forced a small grin, hoping to bolster the boy's spirits.

"I heard him – your father – say that you had great potential as a blacksmith." Eric's small eyes were hidden by his shaggy hair.

Link sighed. "Yes. Sometimes I wish I had listened to him, and became his apprentice. But it was the choice I made. I can't take it back now." Link paused for a moment, eyeing the young boy. "What will you do now? You are of course always free to use this workshop, but what will you do now… that he's gone?" His heart sank with every mention of his father, but he was determined to trek on.

"I don't know. I never finished my training, so I will have to either find someone else to study under, or find a new profession." Eric peered up at Link, noting his tunic and sword. "Perhaps I will join the Guard."

"Well. If you ever choose to do that, send word to me, I will ensure you are put with Captain Kerrigan. You could never ask for a better teacher." Eric only nodded in response, returning to his work. Link turned to leave until Eric asked one last question.

"How do you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Seem so… strong. Unbroken."

Link bowed his head down, feeling the small necklace around his neck. He had a hard time coming up with a response, but he reached down into his heart, finding the long-sought answer. After a moments silence, he finally began. "In truth, I am not. I'm broken beyond words. Every inch of my soul aches in pain." He squared his body, placing a comforting hand on Eric's shoulder. "But I made a promise to my mother and father. I promised that I would always remain honest, kind, and most of all: courageous. It is my responsibility to bear the weight of loss on my shoulders, and to live on in their name, holding true to all they believed in. It is in this purpose that I find strength. Not because I want to, but because I have to. The pain will always be there, but I believe; or at least I hope it will dwindle away with time, and become more bearable." He cleared his throat. "It is my job to fill the void left with their living memories, and make something better out of it. That is what they would have wanted." The words emanated from deep within himself, he could sense the power behind it, as if discovering it for the first time. He wondered if he was even speaking it to Eric, or to himself. At any rate, it brought himself great comfort, and Eric seemed satisfied with his answer, a small hopeful grin reaching across his face.

"I hope that I can be as strong as you someday." Eric's voice was quiet, barely muttering the words, as if in self-doubt.

Link was admittedly taken aback by his statement. I've never felt that strong… I feel the complete opposite sometimes, but he did not want to protest against Eric's new-found hope. "Well. I'm afraid I must go, Eric. Please call on me should you ever be in need."

"I will." Eric watched as Link left, remarking how determinedly he went forth, wishing to bear the same courage he had.

Link met Jonathan outside his family's small cottage, seeing him off before he returned to the Akkala Citadel, and he himself returning to training. They exchanged emotional goodbyes, embracing each other.

"You take care of yourself, Link. You have friends here, please don't suffer through this on your own, okay?"

"I will…"

"Oh and, don't forget to take care of that scratch on your face." Dan grinned a little. Link reached up to feel the scab, having almost entirely forgotten about it.

He chuckled a little, finally saying: "I will." Link grab Jonathan's forearm, and giving it one last firm shake, before leaving to return to the barracks. He felt guilty to admit it, but he was glad Ariel was not awake yet, to see him off. He recalled the light kiss on the cheek she had given him the day before, and he did not possess the energy or desire to confront what it entailed; at least not today. I can't run away from it forever. Someday I will have to face it – but not today.


"Link. Are you certain? You are free to have the remainder of the weekend." Commander Varin spoke lightly to him, in a sympathetic tone.

Link sighed. "Yes Commander… The Royal Guard is all I have left now, but I thank you for your concern." he trailed off, denying any tear that dared to appear.

The Commander gazed at him with a skeptical eye, but eventually motioned him into the training yard. Link's comrades all quietly gave their condolences, offering encouraging smiles and pats on the back. He thanked them all with a small forced grin. When the formalities were out of the way, Link ordered his men to form up, preparing for a debriefing from Commander Varin.

"Good morning gentlemen. Since we did not have a chance to group up yesterday," he glanced at Link knowingly. "I would like to be the first to congratulate you all on surviving your Trial of the Wild. It stood as your last major test before you could be declared Knights of the Royal Guard. However, we still have a mere five weeks until your graduation. The first order of business will be to have you all measured and outfitted with your new armor. It will be a bit of a lengthy process, but you fellas need to look the part, eh?" he chuckled lightly. "Your morning exercise will continue as normal, but you will now be spending the majority of your time guarding your new posts. There will be no more evening classes. Once your shift is complete you will be free to spend the rest of the day as you wish. Understood?"

"Yes sir!" they responded.

"Excellent. There is one last thing I would like to mention before we begin. In approximately five weeks, there will be a great tournament held within the castle, in honor of Princess Zelda's seventeenth birthday. As it just so happens you all will be graduating on that same day, which means every one of you will be permitted to join the tournament if you so choose to. It is an open invitation, and I have no doubt that some of our best knights will participate. The reason I bring this to your attention now is that while the King has not openly expressed it yet, I believe that he intends to appoint the winner of the tournament to be the Princess's personal Knight Escort. As it was the tradition held by this kingdom for centuries before the rise of the Calamity, the Princess will begin her travels across the land, visiting the various springs and holy sites to pray and further awaken the sealing power that resides in her bloodline. This task will of course require a dedicated knight to ensure her safety as she traverses the wild. I do not need to tell you how incredibly important this responsibility is. Keeping that in mind, I encourage you all to continue practicing your swordsmanship, especially if you plan on participating in the tournament. Understood?"

"Yes sir!"

After the Commanders long winded announcement, the regiment began their normal exercise routines, starting with a six-mile run. At this point they had all grown so used to it, that the task was relatively easy to complete, serving as little more than a warm up. Link was glad to be back out in the wild, breathing in the fresh air, but his mind dwelled on the Commander's words. Her seventeenth birthday. Seems strange for some reason. It was at that moment it occurred to him that his own birthday was in two days. I must have forgotten since… The tinge of sorrow stopped his thought, the aching feeling making its despondent return, as he tried to eject the thought. Keep it together! He shouted at himself internally, hoping to harden his emotions. At this point I don't think I even care anymore. It's just another day, like any other. Just a number on a calendar. He clinched his jaw tighter, increasing his pace, wanting to take his mind off the matter. Becoming the Princess's appointed knight. An even stranger idea. Maybe it would be best if I avoided the tournament. I don't believe it would be appropriate for me to assume such a responsibility if I won, given my… history. He grunted begrudgingly. I would like to still compete however. Perhaps, if I make it to the finals, I will allow my opponent to win. The idea felt wrong to him somehow, dishonest almost. Commander Varin would have scolded him if he found out he purposefully slacked off. He stirred in frustration, how can I keep true to my responsibilities? Forced failure is not an option, and yet I fear that success will inevitably still lead to failure.

What would father say? Probably something along the lines of: 'if anything is worth doing, you might as well put everything you have into it.' His feet pounded on the ground in great strides, as he pumped his arms back and forth, sprinting as fast as he could, but he was so absentminded about his increase in pace that he was surprised to find himself alone in the wild a while later. He slowed down to a jog, peering over his shoulder to see his comrades. Dan sprinted over the small hill, breathing heavily.

"Hey. You good? I've never seen you run that fast, I couldn't catch up, until you slowed down."

"I'm fine. Just trying to clear my head." By the time he responded, Dan caught up, and was jogging alongside him.

"I never had the chance to ask you, but how did you get that nasty scab on your brow and cheek? Looks like it will grow to be a pretty telling scar."

"I got it from a silver Bokoblin, in Damel Forest."

Dan chuckled. "Remind me to ask you all about what crazy things happened in that damned forest later!"

Link only nodded in response. You wouldn't believe me if I did tell you.

Dan continued, "You plan on joining the tournament?"

Link sighed. "I don't know. Maybe."

"Well why not?" insisted Dan. Link did not respond, only shooting him a furrowed glance.

You know why, he thought to himself.

Dan leaned in, almost speaking in a whisper. "Why does that matter? It would be your job to protect her, to be with her, if you won."

Link interjected. "We don't even know if the winner will even be appointed. Commander Varin only suspects it."

"Well then you have no reason to not participate, if it is merely a suspicion." Dan's reasoning pinned him a corner. "Besides, if the King does appoint the winner, and it happens to be you, there would be no one better suited for the job." Dan glanced at Link. "People gossip about you, you know? About how you bested the King in a swordfight. I think almost everyone would be rooting for you, even the King. Didn't you save his daughter years ago?"

"You make it sound like I don't have a choice in the matter." Link was growing irritated with Dan's insistent nature.

"I don't mean to bring you down. But Link, isn't this how you could serve the kingdom the best? By using your skills to keep the Princess safe?"

Dammit. Link only grunted in response, but he reluctantly considered his friends reasoning. To his relief, Dan finally let the subject go, and silently jogged next to him. After mulling over the idea in his head, he came to his decision unenthusiastically. Fine. I will participate in the tournament. I will seriously consider accepting any duty placed on me, should the King choose to do so. If I even win that is… Goddess I pray there is someone better than me… He sighed. That's not something I thought I would ever say.


Zelda stared blankly at the open journal, quill in hand. She found it hard to focus, and record her thoughts. She grew frustrated, and closed the journal, placing it on her bedside table. Ever since seeing Link the day before, at the funeral, she could not focus. Not even her books and studies could hold her interest. She recollected they empty expression on his face, the strain in his voice, his swollen eyes. She felt helpless to comfort him. I don't know what I could have said to help him. I've never experienced loss like that. Goddess help him, I don't know what to do.

After releasing a somber sigh, she gathered her books and left her room, hoping that the open air of the Library would clear her head. She briskly walked down the lengthy halls of the castle, eventually turning down the corridor that led to the Library. She passed one Royal Guard, who bowed, saying 'my lady.' She thanked him, trying to recall his name, as she continued her walk. Gael? Ga- Galen. That was it. Galen. She adjusted the books in her arms, following the bend of the corridor.

Link!? She saw him standing guard by the open doorway to the Library, the unmistakable red scab that ran down his brow. I'll have to find out how he got that later, I couldn't have asked him last I saw him... at his father's funeral. She increased her pace, picking up the front of her dress slightly off the ground so that she would not trip. He snapped to attention, bowing slightly an offering a proper 'my lady,' but she did not care for what was proper right now.

"What are you doing here Link? So soon. Surely, they would allow you time off. At least for the remainder of the weekend?" There was a tinge of urgency in her words, how could they call him back so soon? He just lost his father for crying out loud, his only remaining family.

"I requested to return, my lady." His voice was unwavering, lacking any real emotion.

"Why!?" She grabbed his arm, expressing her concern. He did not pull away, but it was clear it made him uncomfortable.

"It is my duty, my lady." Again, his response was tempered, and even.

How can he be so calm, so void of emotion at a time like this? "Link, there are plenty of men that can take your position, until you are ready to return."

His head snapped to the side, opening his mouth as if he was about to spew out all the emotion he withheld. However, after halting his words before they left his tongue, he clamped his jaw together, and regained his composure before continuing. "The Royal Guard is all I have left, my lady. I only wish to fulfill my duty." Link stiffened his back, returning to his resolutely attentive stance.

She glanced both ways, ensuring they were alone, before speaking to him in a soft whisper. "Link… You are not alone in this, please don't shut me out. Not again."

"I thank you for your concern and condolences, my lady." Link spoke loudly and formally, bowing again. He then turned his head back, gazing ahead, standing at attention. She heard Galen's footsteps behind her, as he was just returning from his patrol. She had no doubt that it was because of Galen he so abruptly ended their conversation.

No. Not again. I lost you those few years ago, and just when I thought there was hope for salvaging this… We have to start all over again. She wanted to plead with him further, resisting the urge to grab his face to force him to make eye contact. I can't. He could get in trouble. With a solemn voice, she bade him a formal goodbye, leaving with a bitter pain in her heart. As she entered the Library, she kept an open ear turned towards the door. She heard Galen quietly scold him.

"You draw to much attention to yourself Link. You are to be an invisible sentinel. Such is our position."

"My apologies. It won't happen again." He sounded like a child that had been reprimanded, utterly stricken with guilt.

She bit her tongue, wanting to turn around and yell at Galen, explaining that it was not Link's fault, but she figured it would only make the situation worse. And so, with a heavy heart she traversed down the stairs into the open Library. He needs help. I can only hope that he has someone he is willing to bear his soul to, because in this state he will never allow himself to speak to me freely. What horrible ideas are floating around in his head, what terrors haunt him?

She attempted to press the events that had just transpired out from her mind, hoping to finish her reading, but she only ended up staring at the wall again, resting her head in her hand that was propped up on the table. Will I ever get him back? The real him. Not this empty husk. She slammed her book shut in frustration, pushing her chair out from the table and walked to the Observatory on the far side of the Library. She peered out over the balcony, gazing at the gentle rolling hills of Hyrule Kingdom. Maybe he will win the tournament, and be appointed as my Knight. Mine. Then he will have to be at my side. That is if he even joins the tournament. She sighed, resting her hands on the wall. I guess I'll find out in five weeks. On my birthday.

It was on this thought that her memory returned. Wait! That means his birthday is in two days! I have to get him something… A gift. Anything. But what? She ravaged her mind, trying to think of something that he valued. Sweet cakes! She recalled one night she spent with him when she brought him a sweet cake that she snuck from the dinner table. He had never had one before then, but when he tasted the small muffin sized cake, his face lit up with a boyish grin, in sheer bliss.

"This is amazing!" he shouted, still chewing.

She laughed until she cried. "I'm glad you like it!" How endearing she thought he was; just adorable.

"Oh, it's a good thing I don't have access to these all the time, I would get fatter than a house!" He rubbed his lips clean with his hand, chuckling lightly. "I could eat those all day!"

"I believe that we have the best baker in the entire kingdom in out kitchens. He never ceases to amaze us with his delectable treats." She could not help containing her smile.

"If I wasn't training to be a knight, I think I would be a baker, and make sweet cakes all day!"

"You can't do that, father tells me you are growing to be one of the most talented knights in your class!"

"Eh. Well, maybe I can pick it up as a hobby." He grinned, and his deep blue eyes flashed under the moonlight.

Zelda found herself smiling contently at the memory. How energetic he used to be. How I miss it. Her mind was made up. She would give him a freshly baked sweet cake for his birthday. It was only a small offering of good will, but she hoped it would lighten his spirits. I'll have it as a nice surprise for him. She devised the logistics of the surprise, planning on having the baker prepare the sweet cake early in the morning, then have one of the laundry maids place it on his bed in the barracks as she gathered the knights clothing. The laundry maids knew exactly which bed belonged to who, since they had to ensure the uniforms were returned to their proper owners.

With a hop and a skip, she left the Observatory, exiting through the Library. Galen and Link both bowed as she left. As she walked down the corridor she glanced over her shoulder, looking at Link, who stood still as stone. Don't worry Link. I'll soften you up eventually, and then maybe I can help you with your grief. Just you wait! The following morning, she spoke with the laundry maids, determining which one oversaw Link's barracks.

"Of course, my lady, I know which one Link is. All the maids do." The maid grinned mischievously and giggled. "He's arguably the most handsome of them all, with his fine golden hair, and blue eyes. Even with that gruesome scratch on his face."

A hint of jealously coursed through Zelda. "Good." She said bluntly, not taking too kindly to her excessive words. "Then will you deliver something for me?"

"Yes, my lady." The maid raised a brow in interest as Zelda instructed her, but promised not to speak about the details of her delivery.

From there, she visited the head baker, and arranged for him to prepare a small sweet cake the following morning, and give it to the laundry maid. With a dutiful bow, the baker agreed to fulfill her request. Perfect. With any luck, it will at the very least offer him a moment of happiness. She wanted to do more, but understood that the situation was a sensitive issue, and did not want to force Link into a compromising scenario. I hope you enjoy it. You deserve it.


Link wiped away the sweat that beaded on his forehead. After their morning exercise, he and some of his comrades sparred for a while, refining their blade work. The regiment enjoyed their new freedoms, their only obligations now being their morning exercise, and their guard duties after that. Most of the knights went down to Castle Town, and drank at the inn, as well as involving themselves in some other promiscuous activities. Link did not join them, opting to instead ride out into the wild and enjoy the cool and tranquility of the late evening. He preferred it over the loud singing and drunken company; out there in the wild he could meditate. It was during these isolated moments that he would weep, pouring out every last tear until they were gone, before returning home, covering his face with the emotionless facade he had created. His heart was still raw from losing his beloved father, but he refused to display such emotions in front of his comrades, or to anyone for that matter.

Once he stretched after their sparring session, Link returned to his barracks to bathe and change. He walked to his bed and noticed a strange object on his pillow. A sweet cake? It dawned on him after a brief pause. Zelda! Underneath the small treat was a piece of paper, inscribed on it was:

Happy birthday! – Your friend.

There was no mistaking her handwriting. He held the small cake in the palm of his hand, hesitant to eat it. I really shouldn't, it would be inappropriate to accept such a gift. But goddess they taste so good… It would be rude to decline…

"What's that you got there eh?" asked one of his comrades. Link handed him the small paper. "It's your birthday today!?" Link nodded 'yes' in response. "Well shit. Happy birthday, Sergeant! We'll take you down to the inn to celebrate when our shifts are done, how does that sound?"

Link shook his head and opened his mouth to decline but Liam protested from across the room. "C'mon Link. Why don't you join us? It will be fun." Liam approached, and grabbed the piece of paper. "Looks like a woman's handwriting. I think someone has a secret admirer." Liam grinned devilishly. "No doubt one of the maids. They swoon over you left and right," Liam laughed. "Guess we can't all be as good looking as our young Sergeant huh?"

"You gonna eat that sweet cake, Sergeant?" someone yelled from the corner of the room.

Link shrugged his shoulders, I guess it couldn't hurt. Besides, she must have gone through a lot of work to get it here. I wish she hadn't, but I still feel terrible for the other day. It would be rude to not accept it. After making up his mind,he sunk his teeth into it, tasting the cakey, sweet rich flavor. The taste and smell brought back the nostalgic memory of the first time he had ever eaten one with Zelda. How I wish I could go back.

"So, you going to come with us tonight?" Liam asked again. He then leaned in, speaking personably. "Listen, we just want to help cheer you up. Through thick and thin, we have your back."

Link considered his change in tone. He knew Liam meant it, they all felt bad for him, and earnestly wanted to help. Link sighed, still chewing, deterring his swelling emotion. "Well. I guess I can't say no to that."


Link reported to his post, taking his position by the Library door. Galen told him that today would be different, he would now no longer go on patrol, and instead hold his post for the entirety of his shift, and Galen would now walk a consistent perimeter. This was the first time he was entrusted to stand guard alone for an extended time.

"Since you will be graduating soon, you will have to get used to being on your own."

He nodded, and watched as Galen left. He was adamant about staying vigilant, but he allowed his mind to drift off every so often. Few people passed by. The occasional guard, a maid or two, or some of the librarians. Their faces had grown familiar by then, as the same people generally traveled the same halls. One of the maids giggled a little as she passed, bashfully eyeing him as she walked. Why? I didn't even do anything, he wondered as he furrowed his brow. He then recalled Liam's comment earlier that morning about the maids. He grunted amusedly, am I really that blind to such things? Doesn't really matter I guess. He dwelled on a number of topics, thinking about the day before, the upcoming tournament, all while trying his best to avoid thinking about his father. The in-between moments were not so bad. If he had a specific goal he was working to achieve, he could push aside all pain of loss. However, it was the dreaded moments in isolation and quiet that he struggled to harness his mind. Images of his father, wrapped up in linen, skin a grey and lifeless, flashed in his mind. His heart pumped painfully, his breathing grew forced and short. No. Stop. I promised to stay strong.

"In truth, I am not. I'm broken beyond words. Every inch of my soul aches in pain…"

"It is in this purpose that I find strength. Not because I want to, but because I have"

His own words looped in his mind. His throat grew dry, and his eyes watered. He stirred himself, mashing his teeth together, trying to pull himself from the brink of unimaginable depression. Honesty, kindness, and courage. He exhaled, courage. Courage. He closed his eyes and focused on controlling his breathing, allowing the images to pass away. When his breathing returned to normal he opened his eyes and sighed. How I wish I could see you again, father. His heart still sank, but was glad he retained his composure.

His stomach growled after a few hours on duty. I could sure go for another one of those sweet cakes. I forgot how delicious they are. He tried to convince himself that he had not felt a surge of excitement over receiving a gift from Zelda, but eventually gave up his fruitless effort. Speaking of her, it's about the time she usually… Right on que he heard her footsteps emanating down the hallway. He snapped to attention, and bowed as she passed.

"My lady."

She stopped at the threshold and smiled. "Seventeen already hmm?" She leaned in and whispered. "Happy birthday, Link."

His heart fluttered in his chest, bolstering his spirit, but per usual demand, he maintained his formal tone, scolding his rising emotions. "Thank you, my lady." He reached down and patted his stomach, gesturing his secret gratitude for the cake.

Zelda smiled and chuckled lightly. "You're welcome. I'm glad it brought you some happiness." She waited for a response, but he only nodded. He grew uncomfortable under her gaze, and felt his ears turn red. "If I may ask, Link. How did you get that wound on your brow?" It was not her first choice in the list of questions she desperately wanted to ask, but she believed it was the only one he would actually answer. She figured she would start small.

Link squirmed a little, desiring to return to his guard. "I received it while on my trial."

"Yes, but how?"

"I faced a Bokoblin, in Damel Forest."

Zelda's face contorted to a shocked expression. "They sent you into Damel Forest with no weapons!? And you made it out alive?"

"Yes, my lady. I almost didn't make-," He closed his mouth. I've said to much. "My lady, please forgive me, but I must return to my duty."

Zelda frowned. He could not help but feel awful for shutting her out like this, seeing how it upset her. She sighed, finally responding in a melancholy voice. "I apologize. I did not mean to pry." She nervously pulled her hair over her ear, looking down at the ground, finally saying in a wavering voice: "Link… I meant what I said that day. I will always be here for you. Just call out to me and I will be here."

He said nothing. Everything in his body wanted to surge forward and embrace her, to feel her warmth and comfort, but he could not. I can't. I just can't. He finally nodded, and spoke. "There is no need my lady, but I thank you, truly." He could see her eyes glistening with moisture. Tears? The sight tore away at his soul. How can I fight on two fronts? First father… Now this, again. He felt nauseous.

Zelda finally sighed, and forced a smile. "Still. Just think on it." She left without saying goodbye.

I guess I could use a drink at the inn after all. This is pulling me apart.

When his shift was finished, Link changed himself out of his armor, and into a comfortable light tunic. He accompanied Liam, Dan, and a few other knights to the inn. Once they were inside, Liam ordered a large round of ale for the group.

"So, Sergeant!" shouted one of the older members of their regiment. "I heard you got a special present from a secret someone."

Link rolled his eyes.

"Well?" he insisted.

"Well what?" he responded curtly

"Ah come on, who is she?"

Link grunted, drinking from his mug. "That's not really important."

"Doesn't sound like its 'not important,'" he jested. Link only shot him an intense scolding glare, which shut him up immediately.

At least I can still pull rank.

"Ah, don't take it personally," Liam interjected. "He's always been a bit – closed off." Liam stood up, holding his mug high. "Come now, let's toast to Link's birthday, he's become a man today!" The group all shouted jovially, clasping their mugs together. "To Link, who's probably the youngest bastard to ever graduate as a Knight of the Royal Guard."

Link grinned, before downing his drink. His head felt hazy after a second mug, but it was a welcome change to the normal pain and discomfort. His comrades continued to drink their fill, but Link was satisfied with his few drinks. He watched in silence as his friends grew sluggish and slurred, chuckling a little bit. You guys will feel it in the morning, trust me, but he did not stop them. The amusement of the scene was a welcome distraction to his troubled mind. When the night grew dark, he and his comrades walked back to their barracks, Link taking the lead. When they returned they all drunkenly slumped into bed, breathing contently. Link stared up at the blank ceiling as he tried to get comfortable, recounting his eventful, and emotionally jarring day, before finally drifting off to a much-needed sleep.


She counted down the days until her birthday, anxiously awaiting the tournament that she hoped would lead to her father appointing a Royal Escort for her. She heard rumors of Link's skill in combat, and desperately hoped he would participate in the tournament. He would win. I just know it. That is, if he allowed himself to. Her mind drifted to her mother and father's fears that Link would rise to be chosen by the Master Sword, meaning only one thing: that Ganon would return. It would make sense if he were my Appointed Knight, much like father was to mother. She remembered reading about the heroes of the past, some having close relationship with the Descendant of that generation, and some only ever meeting them a handful of times before. This is all speculation however. We can't even say for sure until, or if, the Sword chooses him. For now, it remains in father's hands.

With every passing day, her nerves grew more on edge. I wonder how Link feels about all this. He doesn't even know about is potential role in our kingdoms future. She promised not to tell him, until it was undeniably true. 'He has enough to worry about as is,' her mother warned. She saw him regularly on her visits to the Library, he always greeted her in the same calm demeanor. She could not help but feel awkward, the strain of their relationship was taking its toll on her. She considered asking him if was going to participate in the tournament, but feared that it would only scare him away if she mentioned it. This suspense is killing me. Day after day she continued her routine, growing my impatient with every visit.

After what seemed like ages, her birthday had finally come, and she leapt from bed, putting on a simple gown. Once the maid finished helping her dress, she rushed to the elegant dining hall, meeting her father for breakfast.

"Where's mother?" she asked as she sat down.

"She had some business to attend to in Castle Town, you know how she likes to keep herself busy." Her father smiled kindly to her. "She always has been better at diplomatic matters than me."

"And you have always been better at ensuring the safety of our home, father." She squinted one eye, smiling. Her father chuckled, graciously accepting the compliment. "Father," she began bluntly. "Are you going to appoint a Royal Escort for me today, after the tournament?"

Her father lowered his spoon from his lips at his daughter's sudden question. "Perhaps. If I find a worthy Knight to take on such a responsibility." Zelda knew what he was thinking, there was more to his statement underneath.

"That's why you proposed the tournament, isn't it? To find a worthy Knight." Am I allowed to cast a vote?

He grinned mischievously. "Maybe. But don't you worry about that, my dear. It's your birthday today, try to enjoy yourself. Your party will commence tonight, after the tournament. Speaking of which, I have a present for you. I'm having it brought to your room while we eat, I suggest you take a look at it before joining me in the courtyard."

She wondered what it could be. After breakfast, she bid her father goodbye before rushing back to her room to view the present her father spoke of. Laid out on her bed was an elegant gown of rich, dark blues, pure whites, and intricate golden accents. Around the high waist was a golden band that bore the Royal Crest, and above that, a small golden Triforce. She gawked at the majesty of such a finely made gown, it must have been made by a Gerudo, they have always produced the finest clothing! Her handmaiden was startled by her exuberant request to change, apologizing for making her help her change again.

The dress fit perfectly, accentuating her shapely figure, and felt smooth as silk. She recalled seeing a similar coronation gown that once belonged to her, although it was old and falling apart. Perhaps it is based off of that one.

"Oh, my lady!" exclaimed her handmaid. "How beautiful you look. You are just as stunning as your dear mother, even more so, if I dare say."

"Thank you, Gretel." She gazed at herself in the mirror, filled with joy at how regal it made her look. Her mother would have reprimanded her for her vanity, but she truly felt lovely in the gown. She ran her hand over her flowing hair, a smile reaching across her lips. "Gretel, would you be so kind, and braid my hair? Like mother wears her hair, during great banquets or parties."

"Of course, my lady!" Her handmaid was hard at work, weaving her long golden locks in a mesmerizing fashion. She wrapped a long braid up and around her head, close to her forehead, almost forming a crown-like shape. She loosely pulled the remainder of her hair back, so that it flowed freely behind her in a loose braid.

"Just stunning, my lady. I mean it."

"Thank you again, Gretel, you never cease to amaze me."

"You are welcome, my lady. Now hurry, I believe you father will be waiting for you in the courtyard."

Zelda grinned, briskly walking from her room, and out into the open air of the courtyard. Her horse was already prepared, and saddled, standing next to her father. On his back hung the Legendary Sword. It was a rarity seeing him bear it. Since the kingdom was at peace, he did not have much use for it. There truly never was a more finely crafted weapon, its bright white steel would flash in the sunlight, its scabbard was a deep blue, with fine golden accents. She then realized that the scabbard was the exact same color as her dress, and bore similar golden accents. I wonder if he did that on purpose?

"Goddess above, you look marvelous my dear. I'm glad it fits! What do you think of it?"

She ran into her father's arms. "I love it father! It is beautiful."

"Good! I'm glad." He looked down at her. "And your hair. You look more like your lovely mother every day."

Zelda grinned ear to ear. "Is mother not here yet?"

"She will meet us at the tournament grounds later. Come on, we should get going." The King helped her up onto her horse, then leapt up onto his horse, in a sprightly fashion. "Let's go." A small detachment of Royal Guards followed suit silently.

When they arrived at the training grounds, the graduating knights were already in formation, donned in their new armor, helmets tucked under their arms. The regiment snapped to attention when they arrived. Commander Varin bowed and greeted the King, before presenting his men. A small crowd, primarily being family members of the knights, gathered around the training grounds, to watch the ceremony. Zelda saw Link at the front of the regiment. She thought he looked so striking in his new armor, the scratch on his brow and cheek now gone, only leaving a small scar in its place. It makes him look quite intimidating to the other men, I'm sure. Around his left shoulder hung a small blue lanyard, signifying his rank as Sergeant. His long golden hair was neatly pulled back and tied behind his head, and over his ears. Her father stood before the men, and began his speech. "Gentlemen. I thank you all for enduring your long trials of training, and for staying strong. Your regiment went from a large group of thirty men, down to the mere fifteen that stand before me now. I have no doubt in my mind that each and every one of you is worthy to finally be named a Knight of the Royal Guard. And so, with Commander Varin's consent, I would like to present you with your final piece of uniform, to signify your completion of training."

The King nodded to Commander Varin, who had an assistant come forth, carrying their new long blue capes in his arms. Starting with Link, the King draped one of the flowing cape over his shoulders, locking the small loops into the hooks that were near his collarbones, and shook his hand, congratulating him. The King walked down the line, draping the capes over their shoulders, and shaking their hands congratulating them. When his work was done, he returned to the front of the regiment.

"Sergeant. You and your men may now take a knee, and swear your oaths." The King smiled.

In unison, they all knelt, much like they did when they graduated from basic training, and began their oaths together.

"We kneel on this day, the goddess bearing witness that we swear an oath of service and fealty, to our King and Queen, our Kingdom, and to all its people. We will be the purveyors of peace, and justice in our land, the silent guardians in the night, and the protectors of the Royal Family. In the name of Hylia, we swear to uphold our sacred duties as watchmen, until we are released from service, or die in pursuit of creating a better world."

The King laughed from his belly. "Rise gentlemen, as Knights of the Royal Guard!" The crowd erupted into cheers and applauds. The newly appointed Knights of the Royal Guard stood with pride in their hearts, and smiles on their faces. Even Link grinned brightly. "Now. You men are free to celebrate your achievement as you please. And to those of you who wish to participate in the tournament in honor of my daughters seventeenth birthday, you may march your way to the southern gate." The King smiled, turning slightly to acknowledge the Princess. "You are dismissed gentlemen."

The crowd cheered again, and Royal Guards exchanged hugs and heartfelt handshakes. It all felt like déjà vu to Zelda, it was a mere two years ago that she had last seen Link graduate from basic training. She feared that it would also end the same way. She caught a glimpse of his golden hair in the crowd, as he turned his eyes towards her. To her surprise he did not bow his head, or shy away, he only stared wide eyed at her, intently gazing at her flowing gown and hair. She bashfully grinned, realizing what his wide-eyed stare entailed. I think he likes the dress too, she he finally made eye contact, he realized his mistake and looked away in embarrassment. She wanted to tell him it was okay. Oh how I hope he will participate in the tournament.

She and her father rode down through castle town, exiting the southern gate, peering out on the lush green hills of Hyrule Field. Directly ahead of them was the newly restored Sacred Grounds, and to the left of that was a small makeshift camp, complete with a large array of sparring arenas, archery targets, and a plethora of small tents and vendors. When they arrived at the camp, they found that the Queen was hard at work organizing the event with her advisors. She greeted her daughter with a warm hug.

"I'm sorry I wasn't at breakfast to wish you a happy birthday, darling. But my, how you look wonderful in your new dress!"

"Thank you, mother! It is a wonderful present." Zelda replied with a bright smile, grasping the skirt in her hands.

"Well! We will talk more later, there is still more I have to prepare for before the tournament." She leaned in and quietly spoke in Zelda's ear. "How was the graduation? Anyone in particular like your dress?"

Zelda grinned shyly. "It was good." She did not answer the second question. Her mother only laughed before walking to the tent at the center of the camp.

Knights from across the kingdom began to filter in, to partake in the tournament. Zelda kept a watchful eye out in the sea of sword wielding men; many of them soldiers, and a few apart of the Royal Guard. To her dismay she did not see Link anywhere, not even with his bright blond hair in contrast with the predominantly brown-haired Hylians. There were many of the other races there too, although not to compete, but to set up trades. Many Gerudo women came, selling their brightly colored clothing, and a few Zora trading fresh fish. The Gorons and Rito did not have many tangible items to offer, but were there to offer their services in a vast array of mediums. Among them were a handful of Sheikah tribe members, but their numbers were few. Ambassadors from the various races were also there, offering the King and Queen their best wishes, and warm welcomes of continued cooperation. This cooperation was hard fought for after the fall of the Calamity, and so the races all had mutual respect for each other. They also offered Zelda kind congratulations for her birthday, bringing fine gifts. The Rito Ambassador, Raelynn, brought her a delicate quill, explaining that she heard the Princess was a scholarly woman, and loved to write. She thanked her dearly, it truly was a beautiful quill. After nearly two hours of waiting and preparing, all the participating knights were registered and placed into respective positions on the roster. Their numbers reached close to eighty men, spread across ten separate sparring arenas on the open field. Many more knights poured in, but only to watch, if they were lucky enough to not be placed on duty. After a short speech presented by the King, the tournament had officially begun. Zelda continued to keep an eye out for Link, scanning the crowd. She did not realize she was tapping her nervous foot on the ground until her mother placed a hand on her knee.

"You may stand, if that will stop you from fidgeting."

She took her mother's advice, and stood up peering out on the sparring pits. For every square, there were two officials, awarding points for successful strikes or disarms, declaring the winner of the bout in a best two out of three. There he is! She finally spotted Link at the far end, wearing a light tunic, and leather pauldrons, fighting someone who stood almost a half a foot taller than him. She watched him calmly take his stance after bowing to his opponent. With a single swish of his sword he struck the soldier on his shoulder before he could even react. They began again, Link defeating his opponent as if he was fighting an inanimate object. He fought with such grace and vigor, moving like a flash of lightning.

The knights fought on, sometimes the crowd cheering loudly at the victor of a certain fight. The largest group gathered around Link's camp, which came as no surprise. He had not been struck a single time, reigning as the champion of his pit. Once all ten arenas had declared their individual winners, the ten knights were brought to the centermost pit, right in front of the royal audience. Among their numbers stood seven Royal Guards; Link being one of them, and three soldiers. The soldiers were quickly weeded out, defeated by the far superior Royal Guards. Zelda watched anxiously, as one by one, Link advanced through the ranks. At this point, he had sustained a few strikes from his opponents, but still won out the overall matchups. The closest in opposition to Link was an Royal Guard who Zelda estimated to be about in his late twenties. He was revered for his prowess in battle, and by the way things were playing out, it was clear that the two would face off in the end. The semi-finals were a tense moment for her, she prayed every second that Link would win, which he did with relative ease. The crowd roared loudly when the two finalists were declared.

A young official took the stand. "Here before you stand Tormin of the Akkala Highlands, and Link of Castle Town." The crowd cheered even louder, some rooting for Tormin, but most shouting for Link.

"Looks like the crowd has a favorite," remarked the King to his wife, heartily. They exchanged meaningful glances. The King then stood and addressed the two knights. "Well done on making it here, gentlemen. You have both fought honorably. You may take a small break before you begin again."

The two knights bowed and thanked their King, striking off in opposite corners. After a brief break, the two returned to the center of the ring, shaking hands, offering luck to one another, signaling that they were ready. With a wave of the hand, the Kind bid them to begin.

Zelda's heart beat fast in anticipation. Please win, is all that ran through her mind on a continuous loop. The crowd grew silent, intently watching their champions. The two circled each other, swords raised. With a confident step, Tormin struck forward, meeting Link's blade. With a twirl, Link retaliated with a calculated advance, striking in a flurry of silver steel. Their swords rang out, and echoed with every meeting. Link landed the first successful blow, and was awarded one point, this round was to be the best of five. Tormin grinned, surprised by his young opponent's skill. They proceeded again, much to the dismay of Zelda, ending in Tormin's favor. Link looked like he was holding back, which frustrated her beyond comprehension. The two ended up in a tie by the fourth round, the next win being the determining factor. The crowd cheered again, egging on the climactic fight. The King stood from his chair to watch the final fight closer. Zelda looked back at Link a saw a change in his eyes. He furrowed his brow, and bit his lip, as if he was locked in an inner conflict, gripping the hilt of his sword so tightly that his knuckles turned white. That was when he looked at her for the briefest of moments, and his eyes softened. They burned a deep sapphire blue, with a flash of familiarity upon them. The corner of his mouth curled up a little, before returning to his opponent. He's going to do it!

His sword flashed forwards so quick that Tormin was caught off guard, barely glancing the strike to his side, before being sent on the retreat. Link relentlessly perused, corralling him into the corner of the arena. Their swords locked at the hilt, and Link began to force him down, until Tormin kicked him the shin as hard as he could with his steel toed boot, causing Link to lose his balance. What a cheap shot! She wanted to scream out, but held her tongue. Her father seemed upset by the unfavorable attack as well, but remained silent, knowing all too well the rules of their fight; nothing being off limits, just very frowned upon. At least it is not counted as a point, she thought. Link stumbled on his back, barely blocking the incoming vertical attack, which sunk into the soft soil above his shoulder. Link did something unexpected at that moment, choosing to drop his sword and reached out, grabbing Tormin's arm by the cuff, and pulled him down, while placing his foot on his right hip, kicking him up and over, throwing him on his back. It all happened so fast that Zelda barely saw what happened, but in the shuffle, Link somehow managed to use his opponent's momentum against him, pulling himself above him, landing on top, with his sword back in hand, and placed at his enemy's throat.

He did it! Zelda cried out unexpectedly in a shrill cheerful chirp, clasping her hand over mouth after her embarrassing outburst. To her relief the roar of the crowd drowned her cry out. Link stood, helping his opponent from the ground, grabbing his forearm, and shaking it as a testament of no ill will against him. The King calmly stepped out onto the arena, congratulating both men for a job well done. The two knights knelt before him. Zelda bit her lip, anxiously awaiting to see her father's next action.

"My people. I thank you all for joining us on this day of celebration. As you all know, my daughter has turned seventeen today, which means that she is finally deemed old enough to travel through our beloved land to pray at the springs dedicated to the goddess Hylia, to further awake the gift given to her by her mother. This task requires another however: a watchful knight to safeguard the Princess in her travels. I hereby request that Link, of Castle Town, the victor of this tournament, to become the Princess's Appointed Knight." He looked down at Link. "What do you say to my request, young one?"

Time seemed to slow for Zelda. She stared at Link with the intensity of a hawk, tightening her hands in to small fists, nervously awaiting his response. Please say yes, please say yes...

Link cleared his throat before answering. "You're wish is my command, your grace."

The King smiled, reaching behind him, drawing out the Master Sword. Its white steel flashed in the evening sun, an otherworldly glow about it. "Then I hereby name you the Princess's Appointed Knight, and charge you with the highest responsibility of ensuring her safety." He rested the sword on Link's shoulder. Link could feel the surprisingly warm steel against his skin, sending a shockwave of goosebumps down his spine. "Rise, Link."

Zelda could not believe her ears. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest, it was everything she hoped for. The signs were so obvious, I was just so scarred they would not come true. But they have!

"Report to the castle in one hour, we will have a proper uniform for your new position ready for you by then, and then we will iron out the details."

"Yes, your grace." Link bowed as the King left, with a jovial smile on his lips.

The crowd rushed the arena, many of them being Link's comrades, all loudly congratulating him. Zelda could not see him in the swarm of people.

"See. I told you not to worry about it, my dear," the King said in a jesting tone, as he walked up the stairs to the dais. "Besides, I already had a uniform prepared for his size, I would have been pretty upset if he hadn't won." A mischievous smile shot across his face before he laughed from his belly.

"So you did plan it all along!?" She asked insistently, not knowing if she wanted to hug or hit him.

"There was no one better suited for the job. He already saved your life once, those seven years ago." The King grunted, speaking under his breath. "Plus… He may have beaten me in a duel."

"He beat you!?" Her mouth hung open in a toothy smile.

"What can I say? I'm growing old."The King's bright smile diminished to a blank expression, before solemnly continuing, staring listlessly at something distance. He sighed heavily. "Besides. It could be any day now, when the Master Sword will choose him. I can feel that it is drawn to him already."

There was no longer denying the inevitable. Link was to be the next Chosen One, and she was to be the next Descendant. Her father's words were the finally answer, the final proof. But when? Will we be ready?

"But not yet, my dear. There is still time to prepare." The King forced a smile, seeing his daughter's distraught expression.

"Should we tell him? Now that we know for sure," she asked in a hushed and worried tone.

"No… We will let the Sword decide when it is time." Zelda returned her gaze to the crowd, searching for Link. Her father chuckled. "Come now. You'll see him soon enough, he will be taking his guard beside you during your party."

Zelda's ears perked up at his statement, failing to hide her excitement. Now all I have to do is break you out of that silent husk you've built around yourself.