Epilogue

Ten years later…

"Isaac, where did you run off to?"

The Crown-Princess's voice echoed through the empty corridor as she called desperately for her seven-year old son again. She wished she could've had her husband helping her, but he was busy teaching the new recruits. At this point, the Crowd-Princess just wanted to go back upstairs and take her newborn girl from the maid. But, she couldn't let her son run around the castle rampant. If the queen found him again…

Crown-Princess Aleera shook that thought from her head as she continued down the hallway. She yelled her son's name again, and this time, she actually got an answer. Faintly, Aleera could hear her son's voice scream back playfully. It came from that door-

She opened the door to her left quickly and heard a shriek. Yes, Isaac was in this room. The room was dark, and the door sliced it open with light. Aleera saw something fly under the bed, which had to be her boy. She waltzed in slowly, her hands behind her back.

"Hmm, I wonder where my little boy is," She murmured, grinning.

A giggle came from the bed, and Aleera sat on it. As soon as she did so, Isaac bolted out from under his cover and almost made it out the door when-

"Gotcha!"

"Mommy!" shrieked Isaac, squirming in his mother's arms.

"You are not going anywhere, sweetie." She said before kissing his cheek.

Isaac closed his brown eye in disgust while keeping his blue eye opened, but stopped his fidgeting. Aleera smiled and put him down, holding his hand. They walked back down the hallway, talking about random things that Isaac would bring up. Aleera nodded and gazed down at his shaggy dirty blond hair as Isaac started to rant about his lessons.

"At least you're not a girl," She said. "Princess lessons are the worst."

"Olly's gonna have those, right?" Isaac asked, using the nickname he gave his sister.

"Yes, Ollyen will have those awful lessons."

Isaac blabbered on about apples, it sounded like, when they finally made it back to the throne room. An attendant opened the doors for them, and Aleera smiled at her sister, the queen, who was sitting in her throne and looking quite tired. Still, Queen Neyleen of Hyrule looked a lot younger than twenty eight, which was her actual age. Isaac got loose of his mother's grip and ran up to his aunt, shouting her name.

"Aunt Nellie!" He said happily, making it into Neyleen's surprise lap. "Momma told me that Olly's gonna have awful lessons to be a princess."

"Did she now?" Neyleen asked playfully, hiding any hint of sleepiness from her nephew. "I didn't think they were too awful."

Aleera took a step forward, but was grabbed from behind, turned around, and pulled into a kiss. She smiled under General Alec's lips and put her hands on his cheeks. The couple pulled away, and Aleera gazed into his eyes and rubbed his small excuse for a beard growing on his face. She giggled a bit, and he rolled his eyes at her.

"It is a beard, love." He insisted.

"Of course," Aleera said before kissing his rough cheek.

"Highness, Lady Ollyen is being very restless," A maid nearby said, bouncing a wailing buddle in her arms.

Aleera came forward and swiped the babe from the maid's arms. Alec came from behind and rested his head on his wife's shoulders. Both looked down with love at their baby daughter. She looked exactly like the late queen, Aleera's mother, with her light brown hair. But, she had her father's light brown eyes. Aleera cooed at Ollyen, who immediately was quieted. She took the baby, with Alec in tow, into the throne room where now the King of Hyrule was standing by his daughter the queen. And there was one more person there, as well.

"Dezaia! What a surprise!" Aleera cried upon seeing the Queen of the Gerudo.

"Aleera, let me see her!" Dezaia said, running down to meet Aleera halfway. "Oh my! She's beautiful, my dear. Looks just like her mother-" Here, Ollyen opened her little eyes. "Oh! But her father's eyes, so precious!"

The two friends cooed over the baby for a little bit before they had to send the children away. The same maid, looking disgruntled, came in and took Ollyen in her arms while dragging Isaac away with a free hand. Once the door shut, Neyleen gestured to the round table to the right of the throne. Seven chairs sat around the table, one for each representative, but the group wasn't using this table for its usual purpose. Once they were all sitting, Dezaia spoke.

"Ten years have come and gone already," She murmured, stroking her right hand that was embedded with the Triforce.

Unconsciously, Aleera and Neyleen both touched their own Triforce. This was why they met. The king glanced down at his left hand and was a bit disappointed to see that his Triforce was gone. Yes, it had been gone for almost thirty years, but he tended to forget this.

"How can we predict the next Bearers?" Aleera questioned, asking what they were all thinking.

"Well, I'm sure Isaac will be a Bearer," Link answered, though he sounded unsure. "I mean, it makes sense, yes?"

"But Alec isn't a Bearer," Neyleen pointed out. "I think that only works if two Bearers have a child, like you and mother did."

"I suppose," the 'retired' king muttered, leaning back in his chair and resting his chin on his fist.

"Must we talk about it now, though?" Dezaia chimed in. "Have either of you felt something-?"

"No, have you?" Both twins asked worriedly.

"Oh, no, no, I was just making sure." The Bearer of Power said quickly. "Because that's how you knew, right, Highness?"

"Mhmm…" Link trailed off, his mind on other things. Like his wife.

"See?" Dezaia said, clasping her hands on the table. "I don't think we have anything to worry about."

"Yet," added Neyleen with a wagging finger. "It'll come eventually."

"Then we shall worry about it then," Alec said, speaking for the first time. "Right now, we have the threat of war on the borders of river. The Zoras are-"

"I called a meeting with Queen Ruto already, so we have nothing to worry about." Neyleen brushed it off with a wave of her hand.

"…yet." Aleera murmured.

And then, the decision of the Bearers of the Triforce was over. For now.