I am very sorry it took me so long to update, but I've had finals at collage and graduating stuff to do. I hope it is worth the wait. I had to tailor the next part a bit. But this should keep you satified until I can iron it out. I hope you like it. Tell me what you think of it.

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And uh, we went back to Dylan hope you don't mind, I put in quite a few clues so see if you can get them.

Dylan waited until he knew for certain that he could no longer stall without a reason. He shifted unealisly. Then remined himself sharply that their was no need to expend such emoction. Then revauaated his emoction on the matter. Leaving it to chance would be unwise when confrounting any prisner.

Anger, fear, remorse, satisfaction, guilt, and dismay, bewilderment, curiosity-how he did it. admiraction.

Dylan tilted his head, cataloging his list before reasoning why he felt such things. Anger, not surprise in the least, Bryal was an idiot. It was no secret that he loathed the man. He might even hate him, if the toady even deserved the effort. Which he didn't so dislike was as far as he would indulge himself.

Impa hated him, but his emotions remained devoid on the matter. His only vested emotional interest was Impa, and if she hated him that was enough.

Fear, that he had easily taken Zeke, and might have done something to Leia. That still haunted his own mind. Had he missed something that the toad might have done? Dylan tapped a finger to his chin, watching Zeke play with the beast's gray tail. His muzzle turned as blue eyes stared back.

Even if I'm to close, or not watching her all the time.

Anything of that nature had to surface, and Sheik despite his overt lack of care would be quick to pick up anything amiss. With the advantage of not being close beforehand, or creating any excuses because he'd known her since a baby. Aden was another matter; he was close, but in a different way. He would keep by his presence her more rational side. She was more, happy, that was the word, no. He corrected himself, content. Leia was more content when Aden was about, she had more confidence and exerted herself more.

Dylan nodded to himself, agreeing with the helpful half thoughts.

Sheiku would ferret out any secrets that might underlay harm, and Zeke was a new set of eyes.

Dylan's gaze flickered to the prince, not needing his known knowledge of Zeke that Zeke and Sheiku saw things differently. It wasn't bad or good, it was just different. The way he himself saw was neither an advantage or disadvantage. It was how it was used. Sheiku knew how but not when, while Zeke simply had the reverse problem. It was unnerving.

Dylan checked off the list. Remorse, again no surprise. He had not been exactly allowed to interfere in a very practical way- killing or 'arranging'

the frog's death.

likely in a pond.

with a rock.

Although…

He might be able to flood the dungeon.

And if the water came in just so, some of the rocks would fall, or might not. Dylan stroked his chin. If he leveled the water table, and placed the crates of lon lon milk just so, the entire ceiling could fall, in a single-blue eyes fixed on him.

"I'm just saying it's a good idea." Dylan defended.

The wolf let out a snort.

Dylan winced. Then caught a faintly deliberate turning of his head away from the crates. Just in case Dylan wanted to see if the ceiling would actually collapse under a river of water. Dylan smiled, imaging then grimaced. It would take days if not weeks to fix, and the corpse would be bloated and stinking.

Still, the indulgent fantasy about the frog standing on a chair while the water- turned holy- burned him as it slowly rose, was a fantasy not easily divested into other 'accidents' that might occur.

Zeke's wide beguilingly, innocent, capable of rendering the most hardened heart and the most logically controlled intelligent being into a puddle of cooing insensible baby words, and unable to utter no less then a handful of words at most. Floated into his line of vision.

Dylan sighed regretfully. Such thoughts were not to be entertained while such a young mind was still impressionable. Especially if Sheik was about. Unsurprisingly Sheik behaved himself quite abysmally around younglings. Even going so far as to 'assist' in 'convert' lessons. Sheik's 'lessons' had a way of helping the more insecure ones, and restraining the more ambitions ones.

But he'd keep it in mind, to tell Sheik about his fantasy. Sheik might have a way to solve the corpse problem.

The wolf sighed.

Dylan backtracked to his list after checking off the last. The tangent had been worthwhile, he only hoped the flooding wouldn't come back to haunt him. He privately doubted it. Sheik had 'washed away' all the manure in a stable he had been assigned to muck out. Sheik was original, not redundant.

Dylan frowned, Almost dismissing satisfaction. Brayl had been caught.

Guilt. That was far harder to dismiss. All the times he could have told Zelda. Zelda had known, but not to the true extent that Brayl had ostrsized Leia. Running the kingdom was not to be used as an excuse. But Zelda had not been aware of how long Brayl had acess to Leia.

Dismay at how easily Zeld and Link had fallen apart.

Bewilderment at how to deal with the toad now.

Curisity, how had a Brayl found out? Turing the siduaction to his advantage? It bespoke of another at work and not just Brayl. Or was he underestimating Brayl? The man was an opportunist, and in effect was a scavendger. That thought led to the last, and it was stark. He himself a sheikah warrior, admired Brayl. The plan was easily tailored, relying on complet flexablity. Nearly perfect in hidesight, small gambles, moves, and heavily reliance on the former king as an ally. Weighing Zelda not as a daughter, but as a princess, the next face of the royal family, - Ruler of Hyrule.

It had been an unknown stroke of genius.

No one ever thought of the being anything other then a figurehead, a de-facto leader until the real head of the monarchy took over. But as a father, he had been absolute. When Zelda had been a princess with the loss of her mother, a surrogate in Impa, but ever the distant father. Zelda craved his approval. The trait had been far to ingrained for anything to be done. His control yet still reached across from the grave. Not just in the form of Bryal's control.

It was becoming difficult to return to that line of thought, he knew something was out of place in the connecting undercurrents to those events. He shook his head to clear it from the distractions. He was missing something, and it nawed at him like a gaping hole, it was obvious so what wasit?

The wolf's intrinsic stare was silk over steel, and at any monent the silk would vaporize, leaving noting but a sanguine weapon.

Zeke was still except his eyes flasing betweix the two memorising every detail.

Dylan felt the second when he lost whatever had eluded him. He unclenched his hand, staring uncomprehendingly at the dent he had made in the wall.

Dylan let out several calming breaths. Then started in surprise when Sheik strode over, a slight crease on his forhead.

"How goes it with the others?" Dylan asked

Shek's momentum brought him a foot from Dylan. Dylan raised a questing eyebrow as Sheik peered at him. Sheik drew back a step. Asking if he had not done anything pecular, "How did you interiagaction go?"

Dylan frowned, "What interigaction?"

Sheik's expression mirrior Dylan's, he asked slowly, "The one with the toad. You should have been done by now. Did you finish earily or did you have problems with him?"

Dylan's tone turned slightly testy, "I havn't gone yet. It has hardely been a minute."

Sheik's mask slipped back into place, "It's been an hour, if not more."

Brayl looked up, juging the sun. It had slipped down far, "At least." He gave a disarming smile, "I was lost in thought."

Sheik nodded slowly. "I have a bad feeling about this."

"About what in particular?"

Sheik folded his fingers, locking them to not betray his uneasiness to any who did not know him well. "About leaving." A finger started twitching, "It doesn't feel wrong, just." He struggled to expain, "That something will happen if we leave, and I don't know if it's a good something or a bad something."

"And you'd prefer that something not happen at all?"

Sheik gave a curt nod.

Dylan paused, taking that into account, "I'll stay then."

Sheik looked slightly relived.

Dylan raised a hand, "But I don't think we need two. You will be more useful if you help the others track down who ever took Zelda, and in getting her back."

Sheik shifted uneasy.

"I'll have Jade and Jackson with me. Even if they are a bit tired from your trial." Dylan shrugged, "I still have to talk with frog and see if he knows anything."

Sheik warily nodded, "I'll take the rest off with me then."

Dylan waved, "Good luck to you then."

Just in case we didn't know where Sheik got some of his personality and starter pranks from. By the way, who is your favorite sheikah? or favorite villen? I need to use one.

and how would leia and zelda react to eachother do you think?

Tell me what you think of it!

If you don't I'll have to use a really nasty cilffhanger.

I warned you guys.

Also the chapter after next is 'Mess with Brayl' might be, or the next one, humm. The dark side I listen to...Evil am I becoming?