Warnings: Mentions of rape, some swearing, and theme.
Obligatory Disclaimer: I do not own Zelda, Nabooru, or any of the other characters.
Damn men! If I said it once, I'll say it again; you can't trust a man, especially with a woman's heart. They're always leaving you behind, doing their own thing without any thought of your feelings. Link, for example, didn't even stop to think about how even just I would feel about him committing suicide, much less the feelings of the others.
I loathe saying this, but in some ways, he's no better then Ganondorf. Leaving us behind so suddenly, without warning for his selfish reasons. Men are so blindingly incompetent when it comes to perceiving the feelings of others, which is why the goddesses are female, I suppose.
Then again, maybe I'm being a little too harsh on the lad; he had it just as hard as we did, having to fight Ganondorf and all. Perhaps I was expecting too much out of the kid-
No! He was the Hero of Time, and it was his duty to uphold justice and civil law in our realm, no matter how much he dissented with his role. Destiny handed him a challenging role, I admit, but a true warrior must stand up to meet that challenge, steel himself for what was to come, not find an easy way out.
Take myself, for example. Did I slit my wrists when it was announced that I was to be Ganondorf's bride? Did snivel and weep in refusal when I was chosen to produce the next heir? No! I did not! In fact, I refused to cry, even after the time had come to marry and he'd had his…way with me.
My fists tighten at the frightening memories of miserable nights and cold hands, and my one hand unconsciously slides up, over the now bare wrist that once held the most honored piece of jewelry of my people: the marriage bracelet. It was-no had been a silver armlet continuous circle of white diamonds inlayed with various precious stones that were also symbolic to our people.
I had burned it as soon as he'd impregnated me and had left, for it had held nothing but pain and misery for me. As for the son born of those terrifying and brutal nights, he's somewhere in the western mountains, hidden away where Ganondorf will never find his son, being trained by a few trusted colleagues of mine until the time comes to take his father's place as king.
I pray that he won't turn out the same as his father.
But that's only a past failure and obstacle of mine; I learned to forget those nights and move on with my life, and now I'm a sage! A powerful, highly respected elder with lots of friends and a happy disposition…right?
Of course, there are things I miss, such as Sakura and Minora, my sisters, my mother Kalandra, and…my son, but that doesn't mean I regret anything, of course. I mean this was what I was destined for right? Fate led me down this path for a good reason; it wouldn't lead me astray.
…Would it?
Evidently, Link felt that his path was going nowhere and that destiny led him astray, or so I would gather from the way he died. Of all the things the Master Sword has slain, I doubt it has yet to have pierced the breast of its wielder. Until now, that is.
Am I on the same road as Link? Am I bound for a life of misery until I can no longer take it go the way of the bloody sword?
No! I'm stronger then that, or so I think I am. I am a warrior, strong and brave, never to be brought down by the simple defenses of people. Link failed fate's plight; he was a weak tie, too easily broken. As a warrior of the utmost level of respect, he failed the very code that he swore to lead his life under. Therefore, it was his choice, not destiny's fault. A warrior must be willing to take whatever fate hands to him and deal with it in whichever way he can and choke down the bitter ironies of life with an steel-forged soul.
I'm right to; I have to be. A sage is never wrong…right? What a jumbled mess of words and feelings my life is, and I have so many questions.
I shake my head. No, there's no need for questions, for they all will be answered in due time…I hope.
However, there's one question that plagues me even as I assure myself of a sage's wisdom: If I am indeed correct in all matters, then why is it my strong, steel-forged warrior's heart feels like it's breaking?
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