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"So you're telling me you left Ordon, traveled across Hyrule, got shot out of a cannon, and came to live in the scorching hot desert, just so you can help Link?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

Rusl shook his head at the girl, Ilia. They were sitting in a large tent, along with numerous other Ordonians. Bo and Hanch were there, as were Jaggle and Pergie. Rusl's son, Colin, had fallen asleep against the wall. The group sat around a small fire, since night had fallen just a while ago. But even with thick walls and a roaring fire, cold air from the desert continued to slip through.

"You do realize other healers could've helped him, right?" Rusl asked her, trying to reason with the stubborn girl.

Ilia just waved him off, and said, "Please. They'd be too embarrassed since he's the Chosen One and stuff like that. Besides, the girls would be giggling like crazy," Ilia explained.

Rusl agreed with that, and was about to reply when a slender, cloaked figure hurried inside. All eyes snapped to the person, tense and ready to pounce. However, once the hood was pulled down, all hostile actions stopped, and Rusl stood up. Walking briskly over to her, Rusl quickly showed Zelda a seat at the fire.

"Thank you, Rusl," The queen said politely. With her hood down, everyone could see the weariness in her cerulean eyes. Her once soft caramel hair was tucked into the cloak, loose and with none of the traditional ribbons.

"My Queen, might I ask why you've come here tonight?" Rusl asked, trying to remember his manners he had learned so long ago. When Rusl was little, a noble had come into the village, demanding goats for his feast some leagues away. However, once seeing the villagers having no manners for royalty or people of high status such as himself, he made all of them read a very lengthy book on rules. But most Ordonians couldn't read that well, and in the end, the noble just left without any goats.

"I've come to thank all of you for coming here. I realize the transition might have been hard on you, with leaving your home and children all behind. But it means more than you think; to me, to Link, to everybody," Zelda said, not afraid to look them all in the eye (though some squirmed under her gaze).

"Aw, it's nothing," Bo said, a slight blush on his cheeks. "Link's family! We couldn't leave him behind! Besides, Rusl here needed a stern talking to about abandoning some certain people," Bo added, looking at Rusl as if he was a bad child.

Rusl chuckled, and responded, "Well, I got him home, didn't I?"

Bo hmphedand crossed his arms. "Well, I suppose. But you never did tell us what happened to that infernal wolf," the mayor grumbled.

Rusl's eyebrows furrowed, and he looked at the group. "Wha-?" he suddenly brightened, remembering the beast. "Oh! Well, you see… I-" Rusl stammered.

"You forgot, didn'tcha?" Ilia said, a smile upon her lips. "Typical of a swordsman though, I suppose," she teased, rolling her eyes in the progress.

"Well, yeah, but then I saw Link, and I just assumed the wolf escaped! Or perhaps they killed it? I dunno, but either way, it's gone now," Rusl replied.

"You don't even care? Didn't it save your life?" Ilia shot back, losing some of her playfulness as her green eyes began to glower.

"Ilia, calm down! I'm sure it's fine, wherever he is…" Bo said, trying to ease his daughter's mind. "… which is eating our goats, most likely." Bo mumbled that last part to himself, but unfortunately…

"What did you say?" Ilia turned to him, hands on her hips. Accusing olive eyes stared at Bo, making him nervous.

"N-Nothing!" Bo stuttered, not looking his daughter in the eyes.

As this exchange went on, nobody noticed Zelda trying to hide her smile. Everybody was so close, even if it wasn't by blood. The queen had never had much of a family. Her mother died during birth, and her father was said to die of heartbreak soon after. Impa was all she had, who had juggled taking care of Zelda and keeping things orderly in Hyrule until she was old enough to help and then do it by herself.

After the minor feud ended, Zelda smiled and said, "Well, I must excuse myself. I have some paperwork to do and must get started." Zelda stood up and cracked her back. She started to walk towards the tent flap, pulling on her cloak to keep warm in the cool desert night.

"Wait, Your Majesty!" Ilia suddenly called out, making Zelda turn around, a surprised look on her pale face. Ilia blushed, but after a nod from the queen, she went on. "How-how is Link? Is he going to be okay?" she asked, a hint of fear in her voice.

Zelda lowered her gaze, a sigh emitting from behind the scarf. "I must be honest with you. His condition is bad, and he has lost much blood. But we believe he will pull through physically. Mentally… we can only hope." And with that last word, she turned around and left, leaving the Ordonians to their thoughts.

A lone woman stood behind the large chair, arms respectfully behind her back. Her red sheikah eyes scanned the eroded room only to linger at the man bowed before the throne. His skin was red with sunburn, and blisters spotted his face and hands. Whatever hair he had left was gray and singed at the tips. Whip marks showed through the torn clothes he wore.

"P-please my lord! I-I'll do better n-next time!" he stammered, too afraid to look up at the person who sat in the chair. His voice was shaky, and his sanity was being pushed to its limit by his plain anxiety.

The man in the throne snarled, a hand slamming on the armrests. The bowed man flinched, as if he had felt that on his own skin. "I cannot have failures in my army! The task was so easy a child could do it!" he snapped, the air starting to heat up. The sheikah woman could see reflections of red in the shaking man's brown eyes as he finally looked up.

"P-please! W-we were am-ambushed! They-they knew we were c-coming!" he managed to get out, his hands fiddling with each other. The woman noticed the middle one was missing; a red stump was all that was left.

"Are you suggesting we have a spy here, and I didn't know about it?" the one in the chair hissed. The other whimpered, trying to shrink down even smaller then he already had.

"Pathetic," the evil man spat. "Get him out of my sight, Impa," he said, addressing the woman in the back.

Impa nodded and stepped forward to the breaking man. No emotion was showing on her face, just red eyes that stared at the dismal figure. She bent down, grasped his stumpy forearm, and started to drag him across the floor. He didn't resist, just curled into a ball out of fear. He knew all too well that Impa was not a force to be reckoned with, and struggling was futile.

Once out of the sight of the merciless man, Impa quickly released her vice like grip on the man. He slumped down, and curled himself tighter into a ball. Wounds opened again, and blisters burst. The man tightly closed his eyes, bracing himself for death, or worse, pain.

However, when neither of those came, he slowly opened an eye. Impa's blue boot was the only part of Manston's guard he could see. His eyes slowly traveled up the tall woman, terrified of what he would see. However, much to his surprise, Impa appeared to be talking to someone or something. A small, glowing stone was held in her hands, and every once in a while, Impa paused and a soft voice came from it.

"…bad shape, are you sure?" Impa was saying to the stone. "He's from the enemy."

"Yes; we could use him for information," the gentle voice from the stone said. It sounded feminine, pleasant and kind.

"Very well, Your Majesty," Impa responded, "I shall send him over to you." After that, she closed her fist around the glowing stone and slipped it into one of her many pockets. It disappeared from sight, the glow vanishing as well.

Looking down at the cowering man, Impa finally realized he was staring at her with wide eyes. Narrowing her own crimson eyes, Impa reached down and grabbed the man's collar, hauling him to his feet. Even when his feet touched the ground, the sheikah woman did not loosen her grip. Bringing him close to her tanned face, the glare on Impa's face intensified and the man did not look her in the face.

"Now listen here. I'm sending you to the Queen. If you harm one hair on her head, I will make sure to rip you limb from limb and give each part of you to the crows. Understand?" Impa said, her voice low and deadly. Her whole body was tense, ready to do whatever it took to protect her little Zelda.

The man gulped and felt himself nodding. He believed everything the sheikah said; they were known for their fierce loyalty, whoever that may be. Realization suddenly dawned upon him; this was a spy! The one who had given away his mission, the one who had made him suffer! He remembered when she had first come here, seeking revenge from the royal family.

Darbus was hunched over, hacking away at the rock in front of him. Manston had ordered him to break the rock; it was said to hold many precious gems. His worn pickaxe was chipping away at the stone, stopping every once in a while to wipe the sweat off his forehead. The sun beat down on his back, slowly and mercilessly burning his back and shoulders.

Shouting started from the entrance of the camp, catching the man's attention. Glancing up, Darbus could see a large crowd of people, cramming and crowding to see whatever was in the middle. Carefully setting the valuable stone down, Darbus quickly stood, but became dizzy from the lack of blood flow. After a minute of holding his aching head, Darbus deemed himself fine and began to make his way towards the crowds.

Pushing and shoving his way through the throng, Darbus strained his neck to see what the focus of all the attention was. Some people shoved back, but Darbus only pushed back harder. However, most got the message and left him alone. Finally getting at the crowd's inner edge, he could see what was so important that everyone had to drop what they were doing.

Much to his surprise, a very tall and athletic woman was strolling through in the center. She was definitely sheikah; the eyes and figure gave it away. Her long blonde hair was cut short at one side, while the other was in a narrow braid. Her hands lay tense on her hips, where no doubt a hidden weapon was. She donned blue clothing, marked with symbols Darbus couldn't even guess the meaning of. They were dirty, ragged from long travels and many hardships.

Then she stopped walking, and glared all around her. The people who had followed her met her gaze first, then it slowly traveled around. People fidgeted when she looked at them, but luckily she didn't stare at one person for long, otherwise they might have started bawling like a baby at the ferocity and deadliness in her gaze. After making sure everybody was scanned for potential danger, her face twisted into a scowl.

"Go on, scram!" she shouted, like they were all lost puppies. Some people dispersed, but most didn't. However, one look at her angry visage sent them running. Content with the lack of people, the mysterious woman continued making her way through the camp, and Darbus went back to beating the rock.

A few days later, (and Darbus had yet to break the gem) he started hearing gossip. Curious, Darbus leaned in and starting listening to what some people were saying.

"-guard! I mean, come on, she's a sheikah! They're practically made to serve to the royal family!"

"Naw, you heard the reason! Something 'bout 'em killing her gram or such nonsense. Nothing beats anything like good 'ole revenge!"

"…I guess. She is pretty hot…"

"Yer got that right, mate!"

After that, Darbus learned that the woman was Impa, once Princess Zelda's personal nursemaid. She turned rouge after the assassination of her grandma and swore to get revenge. Even better, she knew all of Hyrule's secrets and wasn't afraid to talk.

Gaping at the woman, Darbus was so lost in his memories that he didn't notice Impa had put him down and that she had begun to chant words in an unknown language. It was only when she summoned green something in her hand was when Darbus finally realized she was doing something.

However, before he could do anything, she waved her arms, raising them upwards. The green thing expanded, surrounding Darbus. He started to panic as he was suspended upwards, his feet leaving the ground. The green became more opaque, making Impa disappear from sight. Soon, he was surrounded everywhere by green, not allowing him to see anything. All of this happened in ten seconds.

But just as fast as it had happened, the green became more transparent. The sun filtered through, making a glare in his eyes. Darbus went to raise a hand to block the sun, but winced as pain flashed to his head. Slowly, he was lowered to the ground until about the two foot mark, where he just fell to the ground. He laid there in the scorching sand, hoping and praying death wasn't as painful as he believed it to be.

Rusl raced through the camp, hurrying to put on his leather helm. Once it was securely on, Rusl looked up right in time to avoid a collision of people. Mumbling an apology, Rusl quickly moved right and went around. He fell into the route he knew by heart to the place he had begun to visit with steady regularity: the makeshift hospital. So far, Link, Bo, Hanch, and Ilia had spent at least one night there.

Arriving at the tent, Rusl wasted no time rushing inside. But just as he walked inside, he realized the goddesses were not looking kindly on him, and he ran straight into Aspen. Knocking her over, she dropped the plants she was carrying. They scattered all over the ground, some losing the juices they held in them and soil spilling everywhere.

"Ugh! You idiot!" she screeched, gathering the herbs. Rusl stood and offered his hand, but she ignored it and stood up by herself. "Zelda's that way, round ears," she said, nodding at back of the tent. Grinning and blushing, Rusl fast walked to the back of the tent, careful not to run into any other healers.

As he walked to the back, the usual groans and moans were heard. One healer in particular walked past with sheets stained with blood. Rusl grimaced at that, but he looked around, and saw two out of place Hyrule knights standing guard at one room. Knowing this was the room he was supposed to go to, he quickly walked past the guards and entered the room. The guards did not stop him or question him; Rusl was all trusted by the knights.

Striding in, Rusl saw the cowering man they were supposed to 'interrogate'. He was around forty, his skin reddened from the sun and fire. He had wrapped himself with blankets, despite the simmering heat. His eyes kept darting around, never staying in one place for long. The watery eyes looked scared and broken.

Spotting Zelda, Rusl went up to her side. She wore the formal dress she had worn to her crowning ceremony, a white and purple dress with golden shoulder guards. Her hair was fitted with white ribbons and tied in a braid at the tips. She had little makeup on, save for some powder on her cheeks and light lipstick.

A few other people Rusl didn't know hung around. One was a scribe, while Rusl thought another was one of Zelda's handmaidens. Rusl spotted Jade standing next to the injured man, trying to wrap his arm up with little success. He kept pulling away and hiding under the blankets. Jade blew some hair out of her face and went back to attempting to bandage him.

"Your name is Darbus, is it not?" Zelda asked, the room falling painfully silent. She held her hands in front of her, the fingers intertwined.

He didn't answer, instead watched her warily with haunted eyes. His grip on the blanket tightened, making his knuckles turn white.

Zelda sighed, "Well," she began, "I'm Queen Zelda, but you can just call me Zelda if you please." She tried to make him feel better, and it worked somewhat. His grip loosened on the blanket, and he blinked, lowering his gaze. "Now, since you know my name, is yours Darbus?" Zelda asked again.

The man didn't say anything, but he did lower his head ever so slightly, and brought it up, signaling a nod. Zelda smiled, happy at the small progress. The smile made the man, Darbus, blush a little. But it was hard to tell, for his cheeks were already red.

The rest of the interrogation went by very slowly. Darbus didn't cooperate much after, and despite Zelda's kind words, he would not say anything about the enemy. In the end, he just starting wheezing and Jade said he was having a panic attack. She rushed everybody out and quickly went to aid him.

The group quickly dispersed, but Rusl tried to find Queen Zelda. He spotted her talking to the scribe, still inside the hospital. Making his way over to her, he avoided eye contact with Aspen, who was still glaring daggers at him. He made it to Zelda though, limbs intact.

"I'm guessing that didn't go as you hoped..?" Rusl said, looking at the Queen directly and ignoring his manners. The scribe looked annoyed at Rusl and was about to say something about his etiquette, but Zelda just dismissed him with a wave of her hand.

"It didn't go as I hoped, but it wasn't as bad as I feared," Zelda replied, holding her hands behind her back.

"I suppose so," Rusl agreed. They both walked out of the tent, and Rusl was surprised to see that the sun was setting. "Aw man! I told Colin I'd teach him how to use a bow today!" Rusl cried out, sad he wasn't able to keep his promise to his son.

Zelda looked sad that she had caused him to be late, but pointed out if he could hurry, Rusl could probably squeeze in a few lessons. Rusl nodded, and ran off to find his son. Zelda waited a bit, and moments later, they could be seen walking out of the camp, each with a bow. They walked opposite of the setting sun, towards the west.

Zelda smiled at that, and made her way over to her quarters. She had argued that she not have such a big tent, but the council members insisted that she at least get something with more space than the average white tent. So she was stuck with something bigger than a normal tent, but smaller than the makeshift hospital.

As Zelda walked inside, she immediately took out her ribbons and braid. She tied her long hair into a low ponytail, which almost reached the small of her back. She changed out of her stiff dress and into something more reasonable, such as a low blue skirt and white shirt. She flopped onto her straw mattress- her feather one was too big to bring - and started to doze off when something started buzzing in her pocket. Groaning, Zelda sat up and brought out the gossip stone, which was now glowing.

Clearing away her lethargy with a shake of her head, Zelda quickly uncurled her fingers from the stone, which made the stone start to float. Impa's voice came from the stone, which frantically said, "Your Majesty! You must gather for-" the message was cut off by rough, male voices. Impa could be heard in the background, but whatever she said, the men didn't agree with. Finally, Impa's voice came back. It was saying, "-attack! Get some men!" the rest of it was garbled, mixed with shouts and yells. Some words came through, such as 'stake out' and 'westwards'. Then, the voices went dead, and the gossip fell back into Zelda's hand.

Zelda sat there shocked for a few moments. Then, her mind started working again and she jumped forward, putting the stone back into her pocket. Not caring she was still in her night clothes, Zelda rushed outside. She was immediately met by freezing air. Barely any sun could be seen, and it was already cold. Shivering, she hurried inside to grab her cloak.

But just as her hands grabbed the cloak, something moved behind her, and before Zelda could turn around, something hard and heavy hit the back of her head, and she fell to the ground, unconscious.

Rusl ran, trying to ignore the sharp pain in his foot, in his arm, and in his everything. Colin lay on his back, limp and unmoving. Blood dripped down onto the ground, which was thankfully Rusl's, for Rusl couldn't bear it if Colin had been hurt. Well, more than he already was. Colin had been too close to an incoming bomb-arrow, the resulting explosion throwing his head on a rock.

Rusl could feel the arrow still lodged in his thigh, making him limp and slower than usual. A bleeding slice on his arm was making Rusl dizzy, but he still ran on. He didn't know how close the enemy was, or how many there were. Colin had just shot his first arrow and hit the target when the bomb-arrow came. Then, a volley of arrows had come, which prompted Rusl to act like a shield for his knocked out son. Luckily, most missed, but one arrow hit the back of his thigh.

Rusl had tried to get up and wearily did so. But people started to come out from behind rocks and sand dunes. Rusl drew his sword, standing protectively over Colin. At first, Rusl could just fend them off. Yet more and more people came, overwhelming Rusl to a point where injuries came with every man. Rusl couldn't fight them all off, and with one last spin attack, he kicked up the sand and bolted away with Colin slumped on his back.

Rusl could see the white outline of the tents a bit of a ways away. Trying to hurry, Rusl blinked away the blood dripping in his eyes. Rusl stumbled, but caught himself before he could fall. As he stepped inside the camp, Rusl could see the 'guards' sleeping. He would've woken them up, but right now, his thoughts were all jumbled together. He was sprinting towards the infirmary, where somebody could help Colin…

Rusl finally entered a tent. Which tent, Rusl wasn't sure, but white things were by the walls, and it smelled like plants. Rusl tried to find a white thing that didn't have some other, blurry object on it, but everything was occupied. Then, something in the back of his mind told him that somebody could help him in the back of the tent. So Rusl stumbled over, trying to see through the red haze in his eyes.

The back of the tent had different openings. Rusl looked around, trying to find the right one. His mind acted on its own and told him the one on the right was the right one. Rusl stumbled through, pushing aside the cloth that acted like a door.

As soon as Rusl came in, he tripped on his own feet and fell down, Colin falling to the left. Rusl tried to get up, but his arms buckled and Rusl gave up trying to stand up, and instead just closed his eyes and decided a little nap would hurt…

The ceiling really isn't that interesting, Link decided as he stared up at the fabric ceiling. He lay on a cot, his hands folded on his chest, which was covered in bandages.

He had woken a little over an hour ago. He had woken before, but those awakenings were short and disorientated. Link was determined to stay up this time and wait for somebody to come in. But so far, nobody had arrived. It must be nighttime, Link thought. What a lucky time for me to wake up…

Sighing, Link settled into a more comfortable position. He didn't know whether to try to fall asleep or just stay up. He tried to move his legs, but when he did, a light pain stabbed into his legs. Link could probably stand on them, but decided against it. Even though he was alert, his legs were asleep.

As Link was about to close his eyes and attempt to sleep, a thud made him snap open his eyes. Sitting up, Link automatically held his head to wait for the blood to flow to his head. Once that was cleared, Link blinked a couple of times and looked around. He gasped once he saw Rusl and Colin on the ground, both unconscious.

Acting quickly, Link hurriedly slid out of the bed. The cold floor met his bare feet, and Link pushed the blankets off. Thankful he was wearing pants, Link stood up. He felt dizzy, but after he steadied himself on a simple table by his bed, Link found he could stand without falling.

Rushing over to the passed out father and son, Link saw that Colin was only unconscious and showed no other injuries. Letting out a breath of relief, Link took a pillow off his bed and put it under Colin's head. Moving onto Rusl, Link could see the wounds were much worse. But before he could do anything, Link's head started to hurt. Clenching his teeth, Link ignored it and went to analyzing Rusl's injuries.

He tore off some cloth from the blanket and wrapped it around Rusl's head and arm, tying it tight. During his journey, Link had learned how to treat wounds. It was either that or have Midna yapping in his ear all the time to go see Renado. It reminded him of someone, but Link couldn't put a finger on it.

Seeing the arrow still in his leg, Link flinched, even if it wasn't his own. He rolled Rusl over and gripped the arrow as tight as he could (which wasn't very tight). Closing his eyes, he yanked the arrow out in one, clear pull. Rusl's face scrunched up, but he didn't shout out or anything. Link smiled sympathetically at him, even though Rusl couldn't see it.

Wrapping that up as well, Link admired his handiwork for a bit. Then Rusl groaned, and Link realized that the hard floor really wasn't that comfortable. Looking at the cot, Link started to push Rusl towards it, using all his strength. It wasn't that Rusl was heavy or anything, but he was still weak from all his injuries.

Finally at the base of the bed, Link slid his arms under Rusl, gritted his teeth, and pushed upwards, exhausting himself. However, the cot wasn't that far up from the floor, and soon Rusl had rolled onto the bed.

Sliding down the wall, Link clutched his forehead as another headache came and went. Wiping some sweat off, Link let his arms fall tiredly to the ground. But before he could fall asleep, shouts started to come from outside, which made Link snap open his eyes again. Laying still, Link's sharp hylian ears could hear swords clashing together and arrows being set free from their strings.

His eyes widened, and Link quickly stood up. The headache came back with a bite, but Link just ignored it. His hand went straight to his pocket, but then he realized he didn't have a pocket, which meant he didn't have the stone. He immediately went over to Rusl, who had the stone last. Digging in his pockets, Link found the stone he was looking for and took it out.

I really need a strap for this thing, Link thought. However, before he could find any leather, a loud explosion ripped through the campground, making the ground rock under Link. Narrowing his eyes and steadying himself, Link closed his fist around the stone and allowed the transformation to take place.

Impa finished off the last of the attackers and wiped their blood off her blade. Standing up straight, she sheathed her sword and scanned around the area. Her red eyes couldn't see much other than black, but her ears could hear the loud explosion from the direction of the part of the camp where Queen Zelda was.

"No!" she shouted, even though nobody was around to hear it. She took off then, pushing her muscular legs to go faster. Her blonde, narrow braid whipped back, trailing in the wind. In no time, the tents were visible. She leapt inside, ignoring the shouts of glee from the enemy and the moans from the knights of Hyrule. Instead, she just flipped over the horde of people and ran over to where she thought she saw Zelda's tent. The sigil of Hyrule was embossed in glimmering gold thread on the roof, and it was slightly larger than many of the other tents.

As she ran up to it, she could see the flaps were wide open and swaying in the wind. Her heart sank, fearing the worst. She jumped inside, not afraid to face off an opponent. However, much to her relief, only the Queen was in the room, and she was relatively unharmed. Zelda was sitting on the ground, rubbing her head. She wore plain clothes and had no makeup on. Her hair was messy and didn't have the sheen it usually had. Upon seeing Impa though, Zelda's face brightened, and she smiled.

Impa hurried over to Zelda and helped her up, careful to mind her head. As Zelda stood, Impa placed a hand on her shoulder to steady her. The Queen forgot all her manners and wrapped her arms quickly around her old nursemaid. Impa was surprised, but she returned the hug.

Zelda broke away and was about to say something when even louder shouts came from outside. Sharing a glance, they both bolted outside.

"Holy Din…" Impa whispered, who made it outside faster than Zelda. Zelda rushed past Impa, eager to see what caused her nursemaid to curse. She too saw the amazing sight.

A gray and white wolf with blue eyes stood growling at the enemy. Several others lay on the ground, their blood making a dense pool around them. The bandit's eyes twitched from the wolf to his fallen comrades. The wolf suddenly seemed to have had enough of waiting and leapt forward, digging its claws into the chest of the nearest man. It closed its jaws around the throat of the man, tearing it out with a ripping sound. The wolf jumped off the now dead man. He fell to the ground, joining the others who had fallen prey to the wolf's bloody jaws.

Everybody's eyes grew wide, and they backed away, even the Hyrule knights. The wolf snarled at the enemy, who screamed and cowered, using their arms as shields. The wolf took a step forward, still growling in the back of his throat. The enemy took off, running away and leaving their dead.

The wolf barked at them as they left as if he were warning them. Then he just sat down and started to lick his paws, cleaning away the blood. The Hylians all pointed their weapons at the beast, scared that it would turn and start attacking them. One brave soul poked a spear at its hide, which made the wolf yelp and turn around, growling. Everybody backed up, but they didn't dare lower their weapons. Upon seeing the knights though, the wolf just turned around and went back to cleaning.

Impa went over to help them, yelling at them it was only an animal. She too drew her blade and poised close to the wolf, ready to kill. But before she could leap, Zelda ran forward, pushing through the knights. They all backed up, surprised to see their Queen in such an indecent manner. Many averted their eyes, but Zelda paid them no heed. She walked straight up to the wolf, much to Impa's horror. Impa tried to reach out to Zelda, but she had already walked to close up to the wolf for Impa to pull her away.

"Zelda, get back here now! That creature is dangerous!" Impa hissed, her grip tightening on her sword. Zelda just waved her off, and went straight up to the wolf.

The knights gasped as she bent down. Impa looked away as she reached a hand out. Everybody almost dropped their weapons as she started to pet the wolf, who wagged its tail in response. Zelda smiled at that and laughed.

Then, she whispered something to the wolf, too quiet for the knights to hear, but just loud enough for Impa to hear. "People will wonder where you are, you know," Zelda had whispered. Impa looked at Zelda for an answer, but she was only looking at the wolf. The wolf barked in response.

Sighing, Zelda stood up. "This wolf is tame; he will help us. If anybody tries to harm or kill him, you will have me to answer to," she announced, her eyes narrowed and daring anybody to argue with her. Nobody did though, and they all lowered their gaze, nodding.

"Good. I will be in my quarters," Zelda said, and left. The wolf blinked at the knights, then followed Zelda. They all stared dumbstruck as the wolf caught up to Zelda, who patted his head.

Maybe there was more to their Queen than they thought.

The end. Almost.

Not much to say, I guess. But if you have any OC's, fire away! I need Hyrule knights! I really just need names, so if you have any, gimme!

I hoped you enjoyed it! It was fun to write, hence the longness. Its my longest chapter yet! Woot!

Oh, and thanks to Sarahof for the whole bloody Rusl thing. I didn't forget you! I think it was you at least. If it wasn't, sorry!

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My cat just stepped on my keyboard. Oh, Bucket…

*runs around being chased by the review button* Hurry! Press it to make it stop! Please!

(Nugget, biscuit, nugget in a biscuit