Saishi no Hyrule: Part Three
Authoress: Tsutae Kouken
Zelda awakened with a splitting headache. All she could remember was the eagle, the
golden eyes and the song. But when she saw that the strange girl was gone, she called
out.
"LINK!!"
Link winced. Loud noises weren't helping the pain in his head. But he was very glad that
she was alive.
"Zelda…what happened? I can't remember much…" Link groaned and sat up.
"I remember hearing that humming of a song…and that man…but I wouldn't call him a
man…he only looked as old as you…" Zelda's head was still fuzzy. But then she
remembered the flasks of milk Malon had slipped into their bag.
"My head hurts really bad…I feel like that time Navi gave me too much of that Faerie
Wine…big time hangover…" Link was holding his head in his hands, when he saw a
flask being held in front of him.
"Drink up. Malon slipped these into our bag. I feel better already." Zelda smiled and
opened the flask. Link pulled the stopper off of his and drank in the smooth rich milk and
instantly felt better.
Link looked up to see Zelda finishing hers and when she brought the flask down from her
lips, he saw she had a milk mustache.
"Hey…Zeldie…" Link motioned for her to sit down next to him. She did, as he wanted.
"What?" She asked, aware of what he was going to do.
"You've got something on your face…" Link grinned. "A milk mustache."
"Oh great! Where's that handkerchief…?" Zelda immediately began looking in one of the
pockets of her skirt.
Link rolled his eyes. "I can take care of that problem, you know."
"How?" Zelda looked up at him, trying not to laugh. He knew she was playing with him.
"Like…so…" Link leaned forward and kissed her, moving his tongue over her upper lip.
Zelda giggled slightly in the back of her throat, before Link began kissing her as if his life
depended on it.
When they stopped, Link realized the girl they were trying to take to Saria was missing.
"Great…she's gone. That guy took her, right?" Link asked his fiancée.
"Yes…I suppose so. He only took her. I wonder why? I didn't see anything particularly
interesting about her." Zelda said, secretly wondering if that girl would be in competition
for her Link. But looking down at the ring on her finger made her slap herself mentally.
She was being so paranoid about Link. Why did she worry so much?
"I remember hearing a legend once, when I was in Hyrule Market. It was about a
priestess who would come from the sky, from a far away place. I wonder…could it be
her?" Link said, his arms around his princess.
"A mikko? I don't think so! Not one who looks like a punk!" Zelda wrinkled her nose at
the thought of the scarred girl, being a priestess. Link laughed at the face she made.
"Well, it's still a slim possibility that she'll live. I only wish…I could know that she's
going to live." Link held Zelda in his arms, wondering if that girl had someone she loved
and how he'd hate it if Zelda was suddenly swept away from him, and lost in a land far
away.
.oO~*-*~Oo.
High atop a large adobe fortress, a tall feminine but muscular figure stood, overlooking
her domain. Her ruby eyes spotted a figure, a male's figure, moving swiftly up her valley
and over her bridge.
She recognized the tall figure and wondered what the White Mage wanted this time. Then
she noticed that behind him was another figure and that figure was holding a person in his
arms. The wind ruffled her red hair done in a high ponytail.
Quickly, Nabooru ran down the steps of the lookout position and hurried down to the
sandy ground, and waited for the White Mage…
…Roth…
She watched as Roth approached her. The tall White Mage wore an open necked shirt of
white, a cape of cream-colored cloth, and dark sand colored pants and brown boots. He
looked anything but a White Mage with his black hair and blue eyes. He carried a strange
wooden staff, adorned with a single white orb at the top in a circle of the wood.
But it was the boy behind him, slightly younger than Roth, who interested her, for he
carried a strange-looking girl in his arms. This boy seemed to be a total opposite of Roth.
He had white hair that was touched with silver, and strange yellow golden eyes. Wearing
a white hood over his head and a white length of cloth around his neck. His blue cloth
shirt was sleeveless and he wore darker brown pants and high black boots. On his back
was a curved sword with a strange handle on it. On his hands were dark brown leather
gloves, fingerless.
Just by looking at him, Nabooru could tell three things: One, he was a Swordsman. Two,
he was incredibly handsome. Three, he possessed magic.
"Roth…what brings you to our fortress. You know men aren't allowed here." Nabooru
lifted one red eyebrow. Roth just stared at her coldly. Nabooru hated that gaze, as frozen
as the ice that once covered Zora's domain.
"We have to see I Onbin." Roth said, turning and looking at the boy and his burden. The
boy stared at Nabooru with those cat-like eyes.
A crowd of the Gerudo women gathered around. Usually only traveling men were stupid
enough to come here, but these were obviously Hylian.
"I Onbin? The healer? State your business and then and only then will I let you pass…"
Nabooru grinned evilly. "...If your business is suited to us."
"We have come to see I Onbin…" Roth started to say when the younger, white haired
boy began to speak, approaching Nabooru with the girl in his arms.
"…I Onbin is perhaps the only one in Hyrule who can cure the one who fell from the sky,
the girl who sleeps as the dead." He stated and then grinned over his shoulder at Roth.
"After all, you don't want to hear Roth quoting legends all day, do you?"
"Good enough. Your business is for a woman and not for a man…" Nabooru cast her
gaze over the strange girl. "…Even for one who dresses so strange."
"Follow me." Nabooru turned on her heel and began marching away, her red hair waving
wildly in the wind.
Roth nodded silently to the boy. The two began walking, both solemn. Roth's cape
waved in the wind, and the girl's hair was blown up over the boy's arms.
Suddenly, one of the younger Gerudo girls reached out and touched the boy. He cried out,
and began to dodge the hand reaching out for him. But that made him move closer to
others.
Roth turned and could see the boy running in zigg-zagging directions, trying to keep his
balance and not drop the girl. Roth grinned grimly and wondered what this boy could be
made of.
A sweat had broken out on his forehead, for the heat was intense when running. Finally
regaining his balance, he ran in a straight line, for the adobe walls of the many-roomed
fortress.
Nabooru's eyes widened as the boy headed straight for a dead end.
He jumped…
…and seemed to fly up to the top of the wall.
He landed with a grunt, causing the girl to jar and take a strange coughing breath.
Turning and standing, he faced those who had watched him.
Roth grinned, an actual warm smile.
Nabooru's mouth just hung open.
A stray wind blew the boy's strange silver-white hair as Roth gently said the boy's name.
"Seijin…"
.oO~*-*~Oo.
Link and Zelda were now at Cerena's tree. They had taken the cart off of Epona, and
ridden her there to tell Cerena and Saria what had happened. They had arrived there
shortly after they left the cart in the woods.
"I wonder what this strange guy wanted with a strange girl who just arrived and when no
one knows squat about her?" Saria said, from her chair near a small plant in a corner of
the room.
"Everything in Hyrule is strange, remember?" Cerena retorted then pulled a white piece
of paper out of her pocket. "I don't know if this will be of any use, but Saria did find an
anonymous letter on my doorstep." Cerena handed it to Link.
Link's eyes grew wide as he read this:
"To the one of the White Rose:
Worry not, for the one who sleeps as the dead has been taken to a healer to gain
recovery. All is well."
"I wonder who sent it?" Link said aloud.
"The style of wording is all funny. Like Rauru. Only weirder." Zelda said, peering over
Link's shoulder.
"Well, thank you, Princess…I am so privileged by hearing from your fountain of
knowledge…" Cerena grumbled loud enough for everyone to hear. Saria shot her a look,
as did Zelda.
"Oh Cere? I'd love to have some tea. I bet Link and Zelda would too." Saria hinted a
little to strongly, getting up and pushing the tall girl into the kitchen. "Hehe…don't forget
to make it nice and strong! It really calms the nerves!!" Saria gave a nervous smile.
"The only thing I'd like to make strong is the poison in Zelda-dear's tea…" Cerena said
under her breath as she was swept out of the room.
Putting a kettle over a small iron stove that served as a oven too, she prepared the tea.
Saria came in shortly, pulling out a plate onto which cookies were to be arranged.
"You need to learn to control your temper, Cerena. You know it can get you into
trouble." Saria pointed out, placing the small round cookies onto the plate.
"Trouble. Hasn't there been enough trouble in my life?" Cerena said to herself, watching
the steam pour out of the kettle's spout as the water heated up.
"And you need to put a smile on that face!! You look as if the Moon was about to crash
into Hyrule." Saria said with a wry grin as she left the room, plate in hand.
"Why does she do that to me-OW!" Cerena burned her finger on the side of the hot kettle.
Reaching into a cabinet full of bottles, she pulled out one labeled 'Healing' and it was
full of greenish potion. Un-stopping the cork, she poured out the liquid onto her burn on
her finger.
"Served me right. I wonder if her highness would like it extra-strong or extra-hot?" She
grumbled, putting back the bottle on the shelf. But as she moved her hand away she
caught sight of another label…
…'Faeries Wine'…
Cerena grinned and grabbed the bottle.
This was so evil…
…but where was the harm? Just this once…
It was just going to be a little bit of a tipsy princess. That's all.
Cerena pulled the stopper from the bottle.
.oO~*-*~Oo.
A/N: Don't you just hate me for stopping it there? I don't know if Cerena REALLY
would do THAT to Zelda, it's just a prelude to a funny event. Anyways…REVIEW
PLEASE! Your reviews are what makes me go on! *see girl on knees begging*
PLEASE! ~Tsutae~
Ja!
REVIEW!
Authoress: Tsutae Kouken
Zelda awakened with a splitting headache. All she could remember was the eagle, the
golden eyes and the song. But when she saw that the strange girl was gone, she called
out.
"LINK!!"
Link winced. Loud noises weren't helping the pain in his head. But he was very glad that
she was alive.
"Zelda…what happened? I can't remember much…" Link groaned and sat up.
"I remember hearing that humming of a song…and that man…but I wouldn't call him a
man…he only looked as old as you…" Zelda's head was still fuzzy. But then she
remembered the flasks of milk Malon had slipped into their bag.
"My head hurts really bad…I feel like that time Navi gave me too much of that Faerie
Wine…big time hangover…" Link was holding his head in his hands, when he saw a
flask being held in front of him.
"Drink up. Malon slipped these into our bag. I feel better already." Zelda smiled and
opened the flask. Link pulled the stopper off of his and drank in the smooth rich milk and
instantly felt better.
Link looked up to see Zelda finishing hers and when she brought the flask down from her
lips, he saw she had a milk mustache.
"Hey…Zeldie…" Link motioned for her to sit down next to him. She did, as he wanted.
"What?" She asked, aware of what he was going to do.
"You've got something on your face…" Link grinned. "A milk mustache."
"Oh great! Where's that handkerchief…?" Zelda immediately began looking in one of the
pockets of her skirt.
Link rolled his eyes. "I can take care of that problem, you know."
"How?" Zelda looked up at him, trying not to laugh. He knew she was playing with him.
"Like…so…" Link leaned forward and kissed her, moving his tongue over her upper lip.
Zelda giggled slightly in the back of her throat, before Link began kissing her as if his life
depended on it.
When they stopped, Link realized the girl they were trying to take to Saria was missing.
"Great…she's gone. That guy took her, right?" Link asked his fiancée.
"Yes…I suppose so. He only took her. I wonder why? I didn't see anything particularly
interesting about her." Zelda said, secretly wondering if that girl would be in competition
for her Link. But looking down at the ring on her finger made her slap herself mentally.
She was being so paranoid about Link. Why did she worry so much?
"I remember hearing a legend once, when I was in Hyrule Market. It was about a
priestess who would come from the sky, from a far away place. I wonder…could it be
her?" Link said, his arms around his princess.
"A mikko? I don't think so! Not one who looks like a punk!" Zelda wrinkled her nose at
the thought of the scarred girl, being a priestess. Link laughed at the face she made.
"Well, it's still a slim possibility that she'll live. I only wish…I could know that she's
going to live." Link held Zelda in his arms, wondering if that girl had someone she loved
and how he'd hate it if Zelda was suddenly swept away from him, and lost in a land far
away.
.oO~*-*~Oo.
High atop a large adobe fortress, a tall feminine but muscular figure stood, overlooking
her domain. Her ruby eyes spotted a figure, a male's figure, moving swiftly up her valley
and over her bridge.
She recognized the tall figure and wondered what the White Mage wanted this time. Then
she noticed that behind him was another figure and that figure was holding a person in his
arms. The wind ruffled her red hair done in a high ponytail.
Quickly, Nabooru ran down the steps of the lookout position and hurried down to the
sandy ground, and waited for the White Mage…
…Roth…
She watched as Roth approached her. The tall White Mage wore an open necked shirt of
white, a cape of cream-colored cloth, and dark sand colored pants and brown boots. He
looked anything but a White Mage with his black hair and blue eyes. He carried a strange
wooden staff, adorned with a single white orb at the top in a circle of the wood.
But it was the boy behind him, slightly younger than Roth, who interested her, for he
carried a strange-looking girl in his arms. This boy seemed to be a total opposite of Roth.
He had white hair that was touched with silver, and strange yellow golden eyes. Wearing
a white hood over his head and a white length of cloth around his neck. His blue cloth
shirt was sleeveless and he wore darker brown pants and high black boots. On his back
was a curved sword with a strange handle on it. On his hands were dark brown leather
gloves, fingerless.
Just by looking at him, Nabooru could tell three things: One, he was a Swordsman. Two,
he was incredibly handsome. Three, he possessed magic.
"Roth…what brings you to our fortress. You know men aren't allowed here." Nabooru
lifted one red eyebrow. Roth just stared at her coldly. Nabooru hated that gaze, as frozen
as the ice that once covered Zora's domain.
"We have to see I Onbin." Roth said, turning and looking at the boy and his burden. The
boy stared at Nabooru with those cat-like eyes.
A crowd of the Gerudo women gathered around. Usually only traveling men were stupid
enough to come here, but these were obviously Hylian.
"I Onbin? The healer? State your business and then and only then will I let you pass…"
Nabooru grinned evilly. "...If your business is suited to us."
"We have come to see I Onbin…" Roth started to say when the younger, white haired
boy began to speak, approaching Nabooru with the girl in his arms.
"…I Onbin is perhaps the only one in Hyrule who can cure the one who fell from the sky,
the girl who sleeps as the dead." He stated and then grinned over his shoulder at Roth.
"After all, you don't want to hear Roth quoting legends all day, do you?"
"Good enough. Your business is for a woman and not for a man…" Nabooru cast her
gaze over the strange girl. "…Even for one who dresses so strange."
"Follow me." Nabooru turned on her heel and began marching away, her red hair waving
wildly in the wind.
Roth nodded silently to the boy. The two began walking, both solemn. Roth's cape
waved in the wind, and the girl's hair was blown up over the boy's arms.
Suddenly, one of the younger Gerudo girls reached out and touched the boy. He cried out,
and began to dodge the hand reaching out for him. But that made him move closer to
others.
Roth turned and could see the boy running in zigg-zagging directions, trying to keep his
balance and not drop the girl. Roth grinned grimly and wondered what this boy could be
made of.
A sweat had broken out on his forehead, for the heat was intense when running. Finally
regaining his balance, he ran in a straight line, for the adobe walls of the many-roomed
fortress.
Nabooru's eyes widened as the boy headed straight for a dead end.
He jumped…
…and seemed to fly up to the top of the wall.
He landed with a grunt, causing the girl to jar and take a strange coughing breath.
Turning and standing, he faced those who had watched him.
Roth grinned, an actual warm smile.
Nabooru's mouth just hung open.
A stray wind blew the boy's strange silver-white hair as Roth gently said the boy's name.
"Seijin…"
.oO~*-*~Oo.
Link and Zelda were now at Cerena's tree. They had taken the cart off of Epona, and
ridden her there to tell Cerena and Saria what had happened. They had arrived there
shortly after they left the cart in the woods.
"I wonder what this strange guy wanted with a strange girl who just arrived and when no
one knows squat about her?" Saria said, from her chair near a small plant in a corner of
the room.
"Everything in Hyrule is strange, remember?" Cerena retorted then pulled a white piece
of paper out of her pocket. "I don't know if this will be of any use, but Saria did find an
anonymous letter on my doorstep." Cerena handed it to Link.
Link's eyes grew wide as he read this:
"To the one of the White Rose:
Worry not, for the one who sleeps as the dead has been taken to a healer to gain
recovery. All is well."
"I wonder who sent it?" Link said aloud.
"The style of wording is all funny. Like Rauru. Only weirder." Zelda said, peering over
Link's shoulder.
"Well, thank you, Princess…I am so privileged by hearing from your fountain of
knowledge…" Cerena grumbled loud enough for everyone to hear. Saria shot her a look,
as did Zelda.
"Oh Cere? I'd love to have some tea. I bet Link and Zelda would too." Saria hinted a
little to strongly, getting up and pushing the tall girl into the kitchen. "Hehe…don't forget
to make it nice and strong! It really calms the nerves!!" Saria gave a nervous smile.
"The only thing I'd like to make strong is the poison in Zelda-dear's tea…" Cerena said
under her breath as she was swept out of the room.
Putting a kettle over a small iron stove that served as a oven too, she prepared the tea.
Saria came in shortly, pulling out a plate onto which cookies were to be arranged.
"You need to learn to control your temper, Cerena. You know it can get you into
trouble." Saria pointed out, placing the small round cookies onto the plate.
"Trouble. Hasn't there been enough trouble in my life?" Cerena said to herself, watching
the steam pour out of the kettle's spout as the water heated up.
"And you need to put a smile on that face!! You look as if the Moon was about to crash
into Hyrule." Saria said with a wry grin as she left the room, plate in hand.
"Why does she do that to me-OW!" Cerena burned her finger on the side of the hot kettle.
Reaching into a cabinet full of bottles, she pulled out one labeled 'Healing' and it was
full of greenish potion. Un-stopping the cork, she poured out the liquid onto her burn on
her finger.
"Served me right. I wonder if her highness would like it extra-strong or extra-hot?" She
grumbled, putting back the bottle on the shelf. But as she moved her hand away she
caught sight of another label…
…'Faeries Wine'…
Cerena grinned and grabbed the bottle.
This was so evil…
…but where was the harm? Just this once…
It was just going to be a little bit of a tipsy princess. That's all.
Cerena pulled the stopper from the bottle.
.oO~*-*~Oo.
A/N: Don't you just hate me for stopping it there? I don't know if Cerena REALLY
would do THAT to Zelda, it's just a prelude to a funny event. Anyways…REVIEW
PLEASE! Your reviews are what makes me go on! *see girl on knees begging*
PLEASE! ~Tsutae~
Ja!
REVIEW!