Hello there, my fellow people of the interwebs! I come with another chapter!

Y'know, I shoulda done it. I really should have killed Zelda. Really. It would make the ending intense and sad, and more attractive over all, but then my fangirl mode went all haywire on me and started screaming in my ear, "NO! YOU CAN'T KILL ZELDA OR I'LL KILL YOU!"

So Zelda's not dead.

Alright, I need to explain some things here. Remember when Denom said Zelda had a strong soul? Well... Actually, I'll explain this at the end of the chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Legend of Zelda and stuff!

The Dreams- Utopia

Welcome to your Utopia

"...da... Zelda. Zelda, wake up."

I opened my eyes to see Link shaking me awake.

"Wha–? But... but we– I was killed!" I exclaimed, sitting up.

Link sighed. "You've been sleeping all day. It's normal to have a nightmare. Either that or you drank too much."

"I don't drink," I said, glaring at him. I finally got a good look at him and was surprised at what he was wearing.

Not his tunic, but a stylish blue armor like father used to wear. On his shoulders was a cape that reached his ankles. On his feet weren't his boots, but shoes made of a shiny material. On his head was a golden crown and on his left hand, a gold ring.

Link laughed. "Zelda, you're probably the worst drinker I know."

"Where are we?" I asked.

"Home, of course."

"Why are you dressed like that?"

"What?" Link looked over himself. "Don't I always dress like this?"

"No," I said. "You always wear your tunic!"

Link sighed, but smiled. "A king can't wear a tunic, no matter how comfortable they are."

"King? King of what?"

Link put a hand on my forehead. "Hmm... You don't have a fever. Are you feeling okay?"

I rolled my eyes. "I'm fine. Why are we home? We were in Cyrle, weren't we?"

"No... we're going to Cyrle. It's Rylu's engagement party today, remember?"

"Rylu? But... but he was being controlled! And Cybalt–"

"Cybalt? Love, don't bring that up. It was bad enough when he died, but please don't mention it in front of Rylu," Link said, taking my hand in his.

"Cybalt's dead? No he's not! He's– he's crazy!" I shouted.

"Zelda? Are you okay?" Link asked. "Maybe I should call the doctor."

"Will you just hear me out?" I asked, gripping his arm. "Please?"

Link smiled. He took my hand and kissed it. "Anything for my queen."

"Queen?"

"Do you need me to explain somethings? You seem really out of it today."

I nodded. Link sighed. "Remember when I left for five years? When I came back, I was assigned to be your bodyguard. A year later, we married. Another year later, we were officially known as king and queen. We've been married for five years now. Four years ago, Cybalt went mad and tried to kill you, but got trampled by a horse and was killed. It was a horrible time for Cyrle to lose their king, but Rylu was crowned, and Cyrle is still prosperous. Rylu is engaged to a girl named Mina. She's half Hylian, and half Cyrillian."

"Mina! But what about Ollivar? He's her lover, isn't he?" I asked.

"Ollivar? Who's he?"

"Our friend! Impa's friend! How do you now remember him? He was your rival for a while. Your favorite names for him were 'bastard' and 'book worm.' He called you 'Skirt Boy' all the time!"

"Oh! You're talking about Ollivar! Your old tutor!" Link said. "Yeah, he and Mina were together for a while, but then Ollivar found another woman. Mina went back to Cyrle when she found out and Ollivar went back to his house in the forest."

Link pulled me close and kissed my forehead. "C'mon and get ready or we'll be late."

"I don't wanna get up," I whined. "I'm too tired."

Link rolled his eyes and laughed. He picked me up princess style (well, I am a princess. Er– queen) and spun around. I squealed and had his neck in a death grip.

"Link! Stop it!" I screamed.

Link simply laughed and slowed down instead of stopping. "Why? You know you enjoy it," he said, grinning. I laughed.

"You are just such a..."

"Tsk! Talking about your king in such a manner! You could be tried for treason!"

I giggled and let my head fall onto his shoulder. "I love you," I whispered.

"I love you, too," Link said. He sighed. "I wanna put you down so you can get dressed, but I also don't want to."

I laughed. "Fine, I'll get ready."

A maid had already laid down an outfit for me. It was a beautiful white and blue dress made with a fabric I can only guess is velvet. It wasn't heavy, barely any ruffles underneath, and stopped just below my ankles, so my shoes were exposed. The sleeves reached my elbows and the shoulders were decorated with light blue designs. The lower part of the dress was blue that darkened as it got lower (at my waist, the blue was pale as the sky at dawn, and the hem was as dark as the night sky).

Transparent black gloves were on my hands and a gold ring that matched Link's (only mine was studded with diamonds and sapphires) was on my left hand. My shoes were white and had small heels.

The maid pulled my hair in to a messy, but elegant bun and placed my crown on my head. On my neck was a pearl necklace and my ears also had pearls. My cheeks were brushed with a pale pink that seemed to sparkle. My lips were painted a rose pink. My eyelids were brushed with forget-me-not blue.

When I looked in the mirror, I almost thought I was looking at my mother's angel. Then I realized that I was looking at myself. I'm 22, married to Link, and should be rejoicing that Cyrle is prosperous and still our friend.

But that's it. Should is the key word. I should be happy, but I'm not. How can I be happy when I know that my childhood friend (no matter how much pain he's caused) is dead? How can I be happy when two of my closest friends were separated and hurt by each other? How can I be happy?

Who am I? What is going on? Where am I? When did I get here? How did I let this happen? How did this happen?

"Majesty?" the maid said, in a concerned tone. "Ye be alright?"

"Yeah," I said in a shaking voice. I urged myself not to cry and ruin the wonderful work done on my face by this woman. "Yes. Thank you, I'm fine."

I gave her a smile. "Well, I should get going now, shouldn't I?"

"Zelda! Link! Welcome, welcome!" Rylu said, Mina at his side. Mina looked nothing like the Mina I knew. This Mina smiled softly instead of a grin. Her were eyes filled with complicated emotions such as happiness, yet touched with much sorrow unlike my Mina's simple emotions. Mina's brown curls weren't up in a ponytail, but down to her shoulders and straightened. Only the tips of her hair were curled. She wasn't wearing a shirt and leggings, but a beautiful purple dress that flowed like water to her toes.

Instead of a hug as a greeting, she nodded at me. "Shall we walk together?" she asked in a quiet voice.

I nodded and we left the boys and roamed around the ballroom.

"We should get to know each other. We will be seeing a lot of each other once Rylu and I are married," Mina said.

"But we do know each other, don't we? You're Mina. You love horses. Your mother was named Ilia, and you want to name your daughter that. You treasured a small doll left to you by your mother and you used to love Link. Then a man named Ollivar came into your life and–"

Mina stopped when I mentioned Ollivar's name.

"Please never mention him. Please," said Mina in a quivering voice.

"But, you love him. Right?" I asked.

"Yes..." she said. Her voice was barely a whisper. "I love him. I love him so much..."

Tears began to run down her face. She pushed open a wall behind her and pulled me into it. She shut the wall, encasing us in darkness until the lanterns magically lit by themselves.

"Why? Why did you–? I'm going to be married! Why would you–? I– I..." she sobbed. "I love Ollivar. So damn much that it hurts! Dammit! Dammit! Why did you have to leave me...?"

Mina kept crying for a while, then wiped her tears. "Listen, you," she said in a tone that sounded like the real Mina, "I'm getting married to Rylu for a reason. I love him. I do. But my heart is telling me that my love for Ollivar is greater. Ollivar threw me aside. I hate him! But I love him... it's all so annoying and stupid, I just want the past to just fucking die!"

I smiled. "That sounds more like the Mina I know."

"Oh yeah, that reminds me! How do you know all that stuff about me?"

"Because we're friends! We fought together, ate together, laughed together! Don't you remember it at all?"

Mina shook her head. "This is the very first time in years I've spoken to you. We first met at the tavern, back in Hyrule, remember? I made you so mad that day, that you turned red!" Mina laughed.

"Yeah, and that day still haunts me," I said, rolling my eyes. Even though for me it's only been a few months since that day

"I used to work at the stables at the castle. Yeah... that's how I met him. I thought it would never work out since he's so smart, and I'm just... me."

Mina became lost in her thoughts and was silent for a moment or two. "We should get back," she said, finally. "They must be looking for us right now."

We spent the night in Cyrle, since it would take a few hours to get back to Hyrule, and by then, it would be dawn.

When morning came, we went straight back to Hyrule.

Nothing was scheduled for the day, so I decided to visit Ollivar.

"No," Link said immediately. "I don't want you seeing that bastard. I never liked him, anyway."

"I just want to see him so I can ask about Mina!" I complained.

"Why are you so interested in Mina?"

"You wouldn't understand," I sighed.

Link rolled his eyes. "Fine. We'll go."

I grinned. "Really? Great!"

Link laughed at me. "Really, you've been so weird since yesterday. You haven't acted like this since we were seventeen."

"Maybe I just want to be in touch with my childish side," I said, shrugging.

Link rolled his eyes again and placed a kiss on my forehead.

"My queen is childish enough," he said, laughing.

"My king is still an idiot."

"What do you want?" Ollivar spat as he opened the door. His glare turned to shock. "Majesties! I– er..."

"Please," I said, "can we come in?"

"I– uh... ahem. Please do," he said in the gentlemanly manner I was familiar with. "To what do I owe the honor–"

"Cut the crap. What happened with Mina?" I asked.

Link sighed. Ollivar's face became pale. "Mi– Mina...? Mina..."

"What? Do you not remember her?" I asked.

"No. I remember her perfectly. She left me without a word. She left me for a king. Heh..." Ollivar laughed coldly at himself. "I'm an idiot."

"She didn't leave you, you left her, right? What about that other woman?" Link asked.

"Other woman? There was no other woman. What Mina saw was me helping a tourist find her way through town."

"So... you and Mina love each other, but she's getting married in less than a week?"

"What? Mina doesn't love me anymore," Ollivar said. "She's getting married. Why would she still love me?"

"Uhg!" I groaned, "Isn't it obvious? She does love Rylu, but she loves you so much more that it's eating her inside."

"Yeah, why don't you just tell her and get back with her?" Link asked.

Ollivar shook his head and smiled sadly. "I can't deprive her of any happiness. That wouldn't be right. I want to be selfish and have her with me, but if I love her, I'll have to give her away."

"You don't understand! She told me! She told me she loved you. She said she loved Rylu, but her love for you was greater."

"I'm going to have to ask you to leave," Ollivar said after a long pause. "Please, leave me to my thoughts."

I huffed, but left with Link. "The wedding is in four days. Make up your mind by then."

On the day of the wedding, Link and I sat in the Temple of Light and Dark with dozens of other guests. Rylu stood at the front, looking troubled.

When I asked him what was wrong, he surprised me with his answer.

"Mina told me that she loved me, but her heart still belonged to another. I don't want to feel like she's trapped into marrying me..."

I smiled. I missed this kind and shy side of Rylu that was destroyed during the war.

A few minutes later, the organ began to play their sacred song, the song of Light and Dark. This was a blessing for balance and happiness.

Mina stepped out in a black and white dress, again, a symbol of balance.

She stood next to Rylu, but their eyes were not allowed to meet until after the ceremony. There was a superstition claiming that if you look into your husband or wife's eyes during the wedding ceremony, unhappiness would befall you and your family.

"Dear friends and family. You are gathered here today in front of the great goddess Cyra and the great god Ryluan in order to witness the bond between this man and this woman," the priestess said. This priest was dressed in black, while the other, (the priest) was dressed in white. This was to represent the partnership of Cyra and Ryluan and to bring the two deities' blessing to the couple.

"Rylu Denrye Cyrle, do you, a child of light, take Mina Cera Renn, also a child of light, to be your wife under the eyes of Cyra?" the priest asked.

"I do," Cybalt said. "I take Mina, child of light, to be my wife. I will protect her from the darkness and shield her from the light. I will keep a candle near my heart and look into the world of light, dark, and love."

"Do you, Mina Cera Renn, child of light, take Rylu Denrye Cyrle, also a child of light to be your husband under the eyes of Ryluan?" the priestess asked.

Under normal circumstances, Mina would say, "I do. I take Rylu, child of light to be my husband. I will guide him through the dark and brighten him with light. I will keep a candle near my heart and look into the world of light, dark, and love."

But these weren't normal circumstances. Before Mina could even say "I," Ollivar burst into the temple on a horse.

"No she doesn't!" he shouted as I grinned. "I believe this woman's heart belongs to me."

"O–Ollivar?" Mina exclaimed.

"Mina," Ollivar said, walking up to her. "I love you. I want to spend every waking moment with you. I want to watch you ride your horses. I want to spar with you. I want to be with you. That is, if you'll have me."

I never did get to see what Mina said, because the next thing I knew, I was floating in a black space. A white figure came out of the darkness and as it came closer, it looked more and more like me.

"Wh–who are you?" I asked.

"Me?" the figure said. "I thought you would know."

"Where are we?"

"Why, we have just left your utopia."

End! Wow, this was done much earlier than I had expected.

Now to explain somethings.

Remember when Denom said that Zelda had a strong soul? Well it turns out that Zelda's soul can overpower Denom's making her able to withstand a death command from him.

But Denom is still pretty powerful. He didn't kill her, just put her in a coma-like state. During the coma, Zelda has amazingly realistic dreams, hence the title "The Dreams."

In this dream, Zelda is in her utopia, her perfect world. In which, she is married to Link, she is able to help her friends fall in love once more. Rylu is once again his kind and shy self. Cybalt is gone and Hyrule and Cyrle are still friends and allies.

Can you guess where she's going next?

The wedding is how traditional Cyrillian weddings are held. Most weddings are held the Catholic (or in this case Hyrulian) way, but royal weddings need to be held traditionally.

I hope all the Mina/Ollivar in this chapter will make up for me not having another one for a while.

Reviews are welcome as always!