Chapter: 50
Theme: 92. Thinking
Game: Ocarina of Time
Setting: Sheik/Zelda waiting for Link to wake up
Rating: T


Contemplation was something they avoided if they could. Yes thinking about one's duties and training was acceptable, but those were always intermixed with actions. Thoughts on these could never stray beyond the intended area since one had to keep their focus wholly on the task at hand. However, now as they waited they had nothing to distract them from thinking over what had taken place in the past seven years.

Hyrule's downfall was foremost on their minds, for intentionally or not it was their fault. Some might blame the naivety of being a child, but that was a poor excuse. In truth they could see little difference between their intentions and those of the Evil King's. Both had lusted to take the power before the other, and use it to secure their position on the throne. One could say intention mattered, but they had been unable to predict all that had happened now so who was to say they would have ruled judiciously with that power blinding them.

Looking at the plinth that sat in the middle of the chamber another thought occurred about the hero who had long ago been trapped here. Who would he be when he finally awoke? How would he take it when he found out his entire life had been naught but a lie. A lie told by everyone around him to ensure he completed the tasks destiny set before him. Would he accept the mantle of hero or throw down the sword and refuse to be a tool for all those who thought they knew better?

In the back of their mind the watcher wondered if it was really better to continue fabricating these lies in order to meet their goal. There was no evidence to say that if they had been honest from the get go, explained the entirety of the situation, that the hero would not lend them their aid. Even now they contemplated the carefully woven lies planned to force the hero to continue on this quest. Would it be better to cast those aside in favor of the truth? But this thought was dismissed almost the moment it floated through their consciousness, secrets and lies, truths veiled in murky shadows, this had been their way from the time of their birth.

It was sad really, for the hero was of a pure heart and soul, so rare and extraordinary the few like him had always been branded hero. This title was meant almost as a tone of apology for taking that purity and destroying it. By the time things were done there would be nothing left of that untainted soul of a poor orphaned boy who'd grown up in a forest.

Thinking of this the shadow nearly winced in regret. The hero would appear as a man with the heart of a child, the very thing needed to purge the blackness of this land. But in doing so his heart would be forever stained with the darkness he had fought back. By the end he wouldn't know what to do with himself, and he wouldn't be able to settle to a life of leisure like he deserved. Instead he would be plagued by the darkness that tainted his soul, and would forevermore be doomed to fight it down as he wandered the world alone. Or so the legends foretold.

No rest, no happiness, and no joy would await him at the bitter end. In giving back those things to the people of the Kingdom he would lose all of those within himself. All that would be left for the hero would be a pile of regrets and memories he'd rather leave behind. There would be so much he would believe he could've changed if only he'd worked harder, yet what he didn't know was that he could not stop the hands of fate. What was meant to come to pass would, and even the hero could not change that.

That had been a hard lesson they'd been forced to learn themselves. By attempting to change the course of fate they had doomed so many to a fate far worse than they could've ever imagined. Some might say that it was the hand of a tyrant that cast this plague upon the land, but still they had helped him to gain that which should've never been meddled with. Even after the truth of their mistake became apparent they'd continued to allow it to happen.

True they'd helped the people where they could, but had they ever really once stood up to the Evil King? The sad truth was no they hadn't. They had only survived in the shadows along with the people while they waited for salvation. Perhaps if they'd taken up arms themselves against the Usurper King then when the hero's time came he would have an army of people at his side willing to help. As it stood when the hero did finally awaken he would be forced to go it alone, battling a war singlehandedly.

The more they sat thinking of this the more they despised themselves. They would have to make it right, in some way, in some manner, they would have to make things good again. Their thoughts were interrupted as a blinding light filled the chamber, banishing all shadows. The Hero had awoken and it was time for the legend of lies to begin.


A/N: This can be taken in a lot of ways, but mostly I think it ended up sounding like Zelda/Sheik have multiple personalities. Of course depending on how you see Sheik/Zelda that could be true. You could almost think of it as Zelda channeling Sheik's spirit so they're two people at the same time. Well no matter how you consider this I still like the idea.

On a happier note this marks the 50th chapter, which means we're halfway through the challenge. Are you enjoying the stories? Is there something you're hoping for? Well Thank you for reading. Also thanks to my ever disgruntled Guest for reminding me of their disdain for my stories. I'm sure the other readers are fond of your consistent reviews that enable them to get the bonus chapters, plus it does add to the number of reviews for the story, so thank you. ~Later