Chapter 52 – Calling

Night had fallen on the sled-ship as it coasted smoothly across the ice. The group- minus Link and Ark- slept as well as they could. Zelda was curled in a tight ball in her bunk, one of her delicate hands continuously reaching out for something that she seemed to be missing. Fura was sprawled on her back with her limbs askew and her hair tumbling about her face like a carpet of fire whilst whispers of discontent escaped her white lips. Saria was also sleeping uneasily; worrying about how much trouble her oldest friend was getting into. Impa had passed into an uneasy slumber whilst worrying about her charge's discontent, while Florella dreamt and worried about all of her "children". Two people, however; were missing.
Nyaragon sat at the prow of the sled-ship with her legs dangling off the sides. Her long tail lay flat against the deck, her ears were drooped and her posture let on that she was somewhat depressed. She sighed loudly and gazed up at the full moon in the clear, starry sky. It was going to take at least two to three months to sail from the ice all the way down to the Meera village where it was hot and Nyaragon didn't know if she could cope with spending that much time away from Ark. She mewed pitifully at the moon before slumping forwards again.
"Are you all right?" a voice asked from behind her. The Bloodcat turned around to see Talen walking towards her.
"Hello Talen," she mumbled gloomily. "Why you awake? You should be sleeping."
"So should you," Talen countered. Nyaragon's ears twitched.
"Nyaragon no can sleep," she sighed. "Ark gone. Nyaragon couldn't stop Zeel." Talen frowned.
"I thought it might be that."
"Nyaragon so worried about Ark…even worried about Link too. Ark no like being alone, especially in dark…Ark is scared of the dark…" The Bloodcat trailed off. Talen walked up and stood next to the sitting Bloodcat and gazed out to sea.
"I'm worried about both of them as well," Talen told her. "But I know they're both fine. If they wound up together then Link will do everything in his power to keep Ark safe. Link's not as clueless as he seems; he knows how much Ark means to you."
"Ark is…special to Nyaragon," the Bloodcat murmured.
"I know," Talen said, patting her on the head.
"Ark is Nyaragon's favorite person in the world…because he so nice to Nyaragon even though…" She trailed off. "Why bad things happen to Ark? He no deserve any of it…Ark always look so sad."
"But he looks happy when he's with you," Talen pointed out. "Don't worry about Ark, Nyara. I doubt he'd want you losing sleep over him. Florella will find a way to get both of them back, I assure you."
"Are you sure?" the Bloodcat asked. Talen nodded.
"Absolutely. I have the highest faith in Florella's abilities," the smith told her. "Now we should both get back to sleep before we get in trouble."

Link had found himself a rather comfortable hiding place in amongst the enormity of Zeel's manor. It had taken him a good deal of time to find, and he had almost been caught on one occasion, but with quick reflexes he had dropped into the shadows before eventually finding himself all the way up in the attic. The attic had a relatively low ceiling, but it had lots of space. There were no walls and the floor space was equal to that of the entire top storey, however; it was very, very dusty and Link even had to dispose of several skull-backed Skulltula spiders that really didn't want him taking their living space. With a little creativity, he managed to drag a long-forgotten mattress over to a concealed corner of the attic on which to sleep, after all; he didn't know how long he'd be stuck there. Link sat down after he'd finished making his little "nest" of sorts. It was hard to tell just how long he'd been there; it was always dark after all. Also, the absence of his companions made it seem like even more time had passed. He was beginning to miss them- all of them, even the little jibes that he and Florella threw at each other. That led him to ponder the fact of precisely how he was going to get back to them with Ark. He had no idea how to get out of the strange realm Zeel's manor occupied, and then there was the actual task of getting Ark away from the misery-vampire herself. She wouldn't give him up without a fight that was for sure. But he could think about that after he'd had some sleep. With a big yawn, Link lay back on the old mattress and gazed at the dark sky through a window. He watched the lightning bolts tear across the darkness above until sleep claimed him.

Zeel said practically nothing else to Ark after her apology. Surprisingly, she helped him up off the floor in silence before moving out of the kitchen and back into his room. With a wordless command, the black-haired girl made him sit in a wooden chair in the corner of the room. She left and returned in a few moments with a bottle filled with dark salve, a small basin and a roll of bandages. She tore the sleeve of his top away with a sharp jerk of her arm. The combined effect of having lost a good deal of blood, and seeing said blood staining his arm made Ark feel rather light-headed. He vaguely remembered her cleaning, applying the salve and then dressing his wound before repeating the process with his leg. With his wounds tended to, Ark groggily thanked Zeel and stumbled over to his bed and promptly passed out across it. Zeel stared at him for a while, her expression betraying nothing. Then, without so much as a sigh, she turned on her heel and strode out of the room, leaving Ark to heal.

"I'm worried about Zelda," Impa murmured to Florella. "She looks so…lifeless." Florella looked up from combing Saria's hair and turned her attention to the Hylian Princess. Zelda lay in her bunk face-down with her arms stretched straight out in front of her head. Her hair lacked its usual shine, her skin had lost a lot of its usual glow and her eyes seemed weary and colourless. Florella frowned. Zelda had been like that for the past week, ever since they had reached the edge of the ice sheet and boarded a bigger ship designed for sailing across entire oceans. The usually high-spirited girl seemed to have fizzled out and spent her days inside the cabin either sleeping or just sitting on her bunk.
"Now that you mention it…Fura's also looking quite drawn," Florella sighed. "Though not nearly as bad as Zelda." The fairy cleared her throat. "Zelda? Are you all right?" The Princess moved her head and blinked sleepily at Florella, Impa and Saria.
"I'm tired," she murmured, trying to keep her eyes open.
"Is there anything you need?" Impa asked her charge. Zelda looked thoughtful for a moment before giving her answer.
"Link," she said. "I need Link. I want Link…please?" She sounded pitiful and a great well of pity surged up in Florella's throat.
"I'm working on it, Zelda," she assured the wilted Princess. "He'll be back before you know it."

Ark paged slowly through a thick, leather-bound book he had come across in Zeel's expansive library. The grey-haired boy couldn't tell how long he'd been in the manor- perhaps a week or so- and he soon found himself starved for things to do. His wounds had healed fast, so much so that it was impossible to tell where they had been. However; Zeel still hadn't said a single word to him since her apology and she even avoided him the few times he had been out of his room to look around- he was a little uncomfortable moving freely about somebody else's home. But the library had provided Ark a quiet place to sit down and read through pages and pages of various spells and enchantments in the hopes he would find something the send himself and Link back to their companions. Link would also help him scour through the books, but he had to be careful so as not to get himself caught. Luckily, the library was built like some kind of gigantic, indoor maze with walls made of bookshelves and cupboards filled with scrolls, so Link was able to slip away should anyone wander in. Ark also liked the library because out of all the rooms in the manor it had the greatest number of lamps and was therefore the brightest, well, the reading area was at least.
"How long have we been here for?" Link murmured suddenly as he idly turned the page of a tremendously thick book.
"Erm…I'm not sure. There's nothing to count the days with," Ark frowned. Link looked thoughtful for a few moments.
"It feels like a week…maybe more," he muttered. "Oh I hate this place! It's so…" He fumbled for a word.
"Dark?" Ark offered.
"That's it. Dark. Dark and stupid. I want to go back to the others," Link grumbled. Ark closed the book he was flicking through and sighed.
"I hope Miss Nyara isn't worrying too much about me, but…I do miss her." Link glanced over at his friend.
"I know. Even I'm beginning to miss seeing the oversized ball of fur." Link scratched his head and opened his mouth to say more, but the sound of the door opening and then closing cut him off. Without wasting a second, Link slunk away through the maze of bookshelves as the sound of somebody whistling a tune came closer and closer. Then, quite suddenly, it stopped. Ark looked around a little nervously, hoping that the abrupt ending of the tune didn't mean that Link had been discovered.
"Whatcha readin'?" Ark jumped out of his chair with a squeak and the book he held was rocketed into a bookshelf with a bolt of electricity. "Hah! You sure do scare easily." The demon-girl sat atop a high shelf behind his chair. She kicked her legs out from the side of the bookshelf a number of times before vaulting off and landing on Ark's seat.
"O-oh, Miss…you startled me," Ark breathed in relief. Dutifully, he went over and picked up the book he had flung into the opposite bookshelf.
"So this is where you've been hiding all this time," the girl frowned thoughtfully, rising from the chair slowly. She sauntered past Ark and idly ran a finger along a row of old books. "I've never been all that partial to reading. Only do it when I need to."
"I-I see," Ark stammered. "Erm…can I help you?"
"Huh? No, I'm just bored," the girl sniffed, holding both her arms behind her head. "There's surprisingly little to do in such a big place." Ark glanced at the bookshelf.
"Well-"
"I don't like books," she said, cutting him off. Ark closed his mouth and stood there awkwardly. "By the way, I heard about the little scuffle you had with Zeel."
"Y-you did? H-how?" Ark asked, looking quite surprised.
"Don't look so shocked," she laughed. "I make it a point to spy on Zeel whenever possible. I have to do something to keep myself busy around here. You should have heard her too; mumbling and muttering Ark this and Ark that…what exactly happened anyway?" She narrowed her eyes at the visibly uncomfortable boy.
"N-nothing happened really…nothing at all," Ark told her. The demon-girl quirked an eyebrow and folded her arm across her chest.
"You're very bad at lying," she smirked. "Zeel wouldn't just try to cut you in two for no reason…well maybe she would try to cut you in half for no reason, but…oh just tell me!" Ark held his hands out in front of him as the girl stepped towards him.
"Th-there's nothing really to tell!" he said quickly. "Miss Zeel got angry, I got slightly injured and then she apologized for-" The demon-girl waved her hands and then jabbed a finger up against Ark's lips, silencing him.
"What!? She apologized? Zeel!?" she exclaimed in disbelief. "Are you sure it was an apology? You may have misheard a murderous threat or something like that." Ark shook his head.
"Erm…no. She just said "I am sorry" before bandaging me up. I haven't really seen her since then," Ark frowned. The girl, however; seemed to be off in her own little world and appeared to ignore him.
"An apology from Zeel?"
"Miss?"
"Hah! Amazing, the sky hasn't even fallen!"
"Excuse me, Miss."
"But an apology…I'm pretty sure "sorry" is a word that's never escaped her lips before. Now this is getting in-"
"Miss!" Ark said a little more forcefully.
"Huh?" the demon girl blinked. She looked at Ark. "Is there something wrong?" The demon girl lost herself in thought for a moment longer before shaking her head.
"No, nothing's wrong. It's just interesting, that's all," she told him. Her expression turned thoughtful once more. Ark, deciding that a hasty retreat was perhaps in order, put the book he held back in its designated spot and began tiptoeing away. Unfortunately, he hadn't gotten far before the girl flashed out her wrist and grabbed the back of his clothes.
"Hey, where are you going? The fun is just beginning!" the demon grinned.
"F-fun?" Ark asked uncertainly. "Wh-what kind of fun?" The girl turned him around and grinned.
"Let's just say I'm going to throw a few rocks at a hornet's nest." Before Ark could ask what she meant, the girl vanished, taking him with her.

Talen was a ray of sunshine amidst the gloom that was his companions. He sat at the stern of the ship in a rather relaxed state, fishing pole in hand. The waters were still rather cold, but they were warming the further south they sailed and luckily, for Talen, cold water meant nice, big fish. Whistling happily, he pulled another writhing slab of silver scales from the ocean below and dumped it in an old, rickety crate he'd broken the top off of. All up he'd caught at least six of the arm-length sea-goers. He was rather pleased with his efforts. Continuing his jaunty little tune, he cast his newly-baited hook back over the stern and into the water.
"Well at least you're feeling better than the rest of us." Talen turned his head and saw Fura standing over him. The Gerudo seemed to be lacking her usual fire. Her copper skin looked paler than usual and her golden eyes seemed dull.
"Hello Fura, what brings you out here?" he asked cheerfully. She groaned and sat down next to the smith.
"You seem to be the only one around here wearing a smile," she sighed. "I thought it may rub off on me." Talen frowned thoughtfully.
"You're welcome to grab a rod. Link's is free until he uses it next." Fura looked at the wooden fishing-pole and sighed again.
"Oh Talen, how can you be so optimistic? I feel like I'll never see him again," she said with a voice that warbled, threatening to break.
"Well for starters; I'm fishing. Who couldn't be happy fishing?" he asked her with a smile. "And second; with all the worrying that's being done over Link and Ark, I think that me adding to it would be a slight overkill. You know you're the third person to wander up here looking miserable?" He put a comforting arm around her shoulders. "I wouldn't worry about Link. Florella will bring him back."
"You're so sure about that?" Fura asked. Talen nodded.
"It's Florella, I know she can do it," he told her. Fura smiled wearily.
"You have a lot of faith in her, don't you," the Gerudo chuckled.
"Florella's a child, but at the same time she's not. She's older and wiser than all of us combined, but at the same time she's not. It's nice to know that behind it all there's somebody that can take care of us," the smith mused. "Link knows it too, and if Link can put all of his faith in her to do something, then I can too- hey!" Talen suddenly leaped up and Fura was rather ungraciously sprawled on her back. The Gerudo sat back up and looked over to see Talen trying valiantly to fend Nyaragon away from his precious bounty of fish. The Bloodcat held five of the large streaks of silver in her arms and was squaring off the last one hungrily.
"Nyara! No!" Talen said sternly. The big, red animal girl flicked her tail and grinned at him, her pupils enlarged to the point of almost completely covering the color of her eyes. "They're my fish!" The Bloodcat held up one of them, tilted her head back and dropped it into her mouth. Talen let out an agonizing wail. She didn't even bother chewing it; the fish just went straight down her throat. She ate the rest in front of him, going so far as to put the tail of one of them in her mouth before offering Talen the other end. He grabbed it in his powerful grip, but the Bloodcat was still able to suck it out of his hands like a strip of spaghetti due to its sliminess.
"Please!" he begged her. "Leave the last one! Have you no heart?" He stood between Nyaragon and the crate. The Bloodcat looked thoughtful for a moment before her tail whipped up over Talen's head and skewered the fish with its barbed tip. Then, with a serpentine grace, the appendage snaked up and dove into Nyaragon's jaws, emerging without the fish. Talen looked crushed.
"Gone," he whimpered. "All gone."
"Talen catch good fish, yes," Nyaragon grinned, patting his back. "Talen catch more."
"But you'll just steal them again," he grumbled. The Bloodcat grinned and nodded.
"Talen fish for Nyaragon. Fish good, Nyaragon not eat fish for long time." Talen sighed, defeated.
"You should be flattered, Talen," Fura told him. "To have somebody that appreciates your efforts as much as Nyara does."
"The least she could do is eat them a little slower rather than inhale them," the smith mumbled. "Or wait until they're dead." Nyaragon shook her head.
"Live things taste much better. They dance and wiggle all the way down," she smiled. Talen and Fura shuddered as the Bloodcat made a show of licking her fingers.
"I think I'm done for the day," Talen sighed dispassionately.
"Me too," Fura grimaced. Nyaragon watched them leave with a growing disappointment evident on her face.
"Hey!" she called. "Talen come back! Nyaragon still hungry! Catch more fish!"

Link sat on his mattress and jiggled his foot restlessly. So far he had found nothing that would help get himself and Ark back to their companions and Zeel's recent outburst of violence against the grey-haired boy had made Link fear for his safety. Ark, however; had assured Link that Zeel wouldn't try to hurt him again, but he couldn't really provide a reason as to why. Link groaned and flopped back on his makeshift bed, tossing the book he had pinched from the library over his shoulder. At least he wasn't going to starve with the kitchen that seemed to restock itself whenever anything was consumed. Link almost grinned at the thought, but his concern for Ark was still on his mind. He had stayed around in the library long enough to see the demon-girl spirit him off somewhere, but exactly where was unknown to him.
"Well," Link yawned. "She didn't look like she wanted to harm him." With that thought in mind, Link closed his eyes. The blonde Hylian was remarkably tired, and had been feeling so for some time.
"Maybe I haven't been sleeping right," he mumbled to himself, settling in for a good nap.

Ark blinked, suddenly finding the rows and rows of books in the library gone. In fact, he wasn't even in the library anymore. With a quick swivel of his eyes, he was able to determine that he was hanging face-down from a ceiling in the demon-girl's grip.
"Wh-where are we?" he asked her in confusion. "What's-"
"Shhh!" the girl hissed, clamping her hand over his mouth. "We're in Zeel's room. This is where the fun starts." Ark tried to tell the girl that perhaps they shouldn't be in there, but all that managed to escape his mouth were a few muffled sounds. The room was spacious and quite luxurious. Zeel's very large bed lay in the center of the room covered in expensive-looking red silk sheets and big, plush pillows. One wall was essentially one long window obscured by curtains, whilst the one opposite housed a large wardrobe. The wall behind the bed laid possession to a fantastically carved dresser covered in all manner of jewelry, combs and other assorted items. There was also a doorway by the dresser that led into an adjoining room housing goodness knows what. It was at that point that Zeel herself emerged from the doorway wrapped in a towel and with another coiled around her head like a turban. Ark immediately snapped his eyes shut whilst the demon-girl struggled to restrain herself from laughing. Almost immediately, Zeel went to the dresser and picked up three, small silver rings before pulling the towel off her head. With the speed of somebody that had done it many times before, she threaded the rings into her raven hair to create the triple feathery plumes that she always wore. She checked it briefly in the mirror before heading over to the wardrobe and closing herself inside to get dressed.
"All right, here we go!" the demon-girl squeaked excitedly. Ark opened his eyes as the girl's grip on him loosened. He shook his head desperately, but it was too late. There was a rush of air and a loud thump and Ark found himself sprawled on his stomach. The wardrobe burst open and Zeel charged out with her scythe at the ready, but instead of meeting with an attacker, she met with Ark who was still getting his wits together after his fall from the ceiling. The grey-haired boy sat up and shook his head as Zeel stood over him.
"M-miss Zeel!" he squeaked in panic. "I-I'm sorry! I was in the library- books- then I fell- the floor…" Ark trailed off as Zeel appraised him calmly. It had only just occurred to Ark that there was something odd about the way she was dressed. It took Ark a short while to figure out that, aside from missing her slim, black boots, Zeel was also missing the clothing on her torso.
"What?" she grumbled as Ark's mouth hung open. The raven-haired girl looked down at her bare chest before realization dawned on her face. "Oh!" Ark quickly slapped his hands over his eyes before toppling over backwards in a dead faint. Zeel quirked an eyebrow before she turned around, snatched her top from the wardrobe and put it on carefully. She fturned back to the unconscious Ark and hauled him up and shook him.
"Ark!" she shouted. "Wake up!" Repeating herself a number of times managed to bring him around. Ark blinked a few times before his eyes widened as realization dawned on him.
"Yeek! M-miss Zeel!" he cried, leaping away from her. She put her hands on her hips and scowled.
"What are you doing in here? You caught me half-naked!"
"I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he babbled in sheer panic with his face the colour of a bright red tomato. He pointed at the roof to where the demon-girl had disappeared from. "I was in the library and-" Zeel's expression suddenly became flat.
"Don't tell me," she growled. "Demon! I know you're here! What are you up to?" Zeel's shout rang out across the room before there was silence. "Answer me!" The air behind Ark wavered and the demon-girl appeared.
"Calm down, calm down," she laughed, waving her hands. "I'm here. What do you want?" Zeel's lip twitched.
"What's the idea of dropping him in here while I'm getting dressed!?" Zeel demanded, pointing at Ark. The demon-girl shrugged.
"I was bored, so I thought I'd throw Ark in just to see what you'd do," she smirked. "Unfortunately, you didn't explode and start shouting curses and blowing things up and so on. I thought for certain you'd lop his head off for seeing those." Zeel turned her head sharply to look at Ark, who in turn flinched horribly and turned his eyes to the floor.
"Hmph," Zeel snorted. "It was an accident. You were the one that tossed him in here." She folded her arms across her chest and gazed at the boy sitting on the floor. "Right?"
"Well-" Ark began, but the demon-girl cut him off.
"This coming from the person who broke a man's arm for putting it around her shoulder?" she laughed. "Ark, do you know the severity of what you've done?" Ark looked horrified.
"B-but I-"
"Don't you try to make it his fault," Zeel growled. "This is all your doing, you demon! Now get out!" The demon girl sat back in the air and grinned.
"You're not the slightest bit angry with him?" she asked before pointing to her own bosom. "I mean, I'd be outraged if somebody snuck a peak at mine."
"Hah!" Zeel laughed. "Nobody would want to sneak a peek at yours, you demon!"
"Hey, I may be a demon, but I've still got a ladies figure!" the demon-girl shot back.
"With green skin, silver hair and those big, ugly ears of yours," Zeel scoffed. "You're only trying to get me angry, but using Ark will not work. I will not attack him."
"And why is that?" the demon-girl asked with a smirk. Zeel paused, caught off-guard by the silver-haired demon's question.
"Because Ark saved my life when I fell-"
"That's not the reason, you fat pile-o-misery!" the demon interrupted. "You tried to slice, dice and julienne the kid about a week ago for no reason at all!" Zeel grit her teeth together. "If you really hate Ark like you say you do, you'd have ended his life months ago. So what's the story, Zeel? You either hate him or you don't; what's it going to be?"

Florella sat in the cabin panting heavily. Little beads of sweat ran down her brow from the intense concentration of trying to locate Ark and Link in whatever spiritual realm they were trapped in. With a final surge of strength, Florella flopped back on her bunk and lay there gasping for air.
"Florella?" Zelda asked worriedly. "Are you all right?" Impa and Saria hovered about as the Great Fairy sat herself up.
"Y-yes, I'm all right," she breathed, pushing a lock of dark purple hair out of her eyes.
"Did you…find them?" Zelda queried with a pained expression. Florella winced and leveled her hand.
"I felt Link briefly…but I cannot sense Ark at all. I suspect that Zeel may have done something to hide him," the fairy sighed. "I'm afraid things aren't boding too well. If it takes that much effort just to get a brief inkling of Link's location, then I don't know how I'm going to bring both of them back…but I'll never stop trying." Zelda sobbed at Florella's words.
"B-but you have to bring him back!" she cried.
"I know, and I will," the fairy said soothingly. "It's just very difficult."
"Keep calm, Zelda," Impa shushed the Princess, coddling her up in her arms. "Florella can do it."
"But what if she can't!?" Zelda cried at the top of her lungs, tears streaming down her face. The weight of the past week seemed to suddenly come crashing down on her. "What if Link's trapped in some horrible place for the rest of eternity!? It can't happen! I want him back here with me! I want Link! Somebody, anybody! Bring him back now!"
"Zelda…" Saria began, starting forward. Zelda, however; was in no mood to be comforted.
"Link!" she shouted. "Wherever you are! Come back! Come back now! I order you to! I'm your Princess and you must do as I say! Come back to me!" Then, to the amazement of those in the cabin, the Triforce mark on Zelda's hand glowed with a brilliant, golden light.
"Wh-what's going on!?" Florella squeaked. The light from the Triforce mark suddenly flared up, drowning the room in its blinding glow. Zelda wriggled out of Impa's arms and dashed out of the cabin.
"Zelda!" the Sheikah woman called, shielding her eyes. "Where are you going?"
"Link!" Zelda called back. "He has to see it! I need to show him the way!"
Just as Talen came wandering towards the door that led below decks in the aftermath of Nyaragon's fish-eating display, Zelda came bursting out with her hand awash with light.
"What the-" the smith started. "Zelda?" The Princess dashed up to the railing along the side of the ship as Impa, Florella and Saria came running out after her.
"What's going on?" Fura demanded.
"I don't know," Saria frowned worriedly. "Zelda went hysterical and then the mark on her hand started glowing." The sailors were looking at the small gathering around the Princess with a certain level of wariness, and that wariness only increased as Zelda lifted her hand into the air and caused its glow to become even brighter.
"Link!" Zelda shouted. "Come back!" Zelda's Triforce mark immediately responded and exploded in a fantastic storm of light. A single beam of gold erupted from Zelda's hand and raced out over the water, impacting with nothing and widening until it had created a large, glowing triangle over the sea.

Zeel opened her mouth to respond to the demon-girl's question when a blinding light suddenly came blasting in through the windows. The curtains were sent billowing, as if by an invisible wind.
"What the hell is going on!?" Zeel demanded, shielding her eyes from the intense light along with Ark and the demon-girl.

As Link lay slumbering in the attic, a pinpoint of light appeared out over the cliff in the distance. The tiny point of light suddenly flared up like a small sun, sending blinding light all over the manor. A shaft of gold shone in through the window above the boy's bed, illuminating him as he slept. The Triforce mark on his hand flickered and then shone as bright as the golden light streaming in through the window. Link twitched as he lay on his side, before one of his eyes snapped open and its pupil rolled into focus. As if in a trance, he stood up and walked slowly to the glass and stared at what appeared to be a shining, golden triangle suspended in the air some distance out from the cliff. It was as if day had suddenly dawned on the perpetually-dark manor, banishing the shadows that lurked in its hallways and rooms. A familiar feeling swept through Link and seemed to energize him, renewing the strength that seemed to have seeped from his body since he had arrived. He could feel it calling him; a voice that he couldn't hear with his ears, but with his soul.
"Zelda!" he exclaimed happily, pressing his hands against the glass. "I'm coming!"