Chapter II- "The Truth"
Link looked up at Sheik, as if he was trying to read her thoughts, but he reluctantly turned and walked from the courtyard. He made his way down the stone walkway and kicked a stray pebble almost involuntarily and, as always, there was a sound, POOF, Link turned around. And as always there were traces of smoke floating up to the heavens. Sometimes...I mean just once...I just wanna help her, he sighed and continued to the castle entrance. The doors shut noisily behind Link, startling him a bit. The guards around him kept on patrolling the halls; they saluted, as usual, when their paths crossed. Sometimes Link heard stories told by some of the sentries about a hero of Hyrule with the same name. His mother never did speak of that hero much, even when the topic came up in conversation; it seemed to hurt her. He could tell, the bond between his mother and himself was very strong. In the end Link figured the two must have known each other all those years ago, he had also heard about the hero's tragic death. A demon-man appeared one day, killed Link, and never returned, not one person even saw the...thing's... face. He walked up the grand staircase while continuing to try to sort out all of his feelings.
Princess or rather Queen Zelda looked through her diaries from around the time she and Link had first met. Flipping randomly through the hundreds of entries she stopped at the one she treasured the most, the one she wrote the night before their first time, and before the last time she would see him. She sat down on her bed and began to sob as she looked down at the aging pages. After all the years her feelings for Link had not changed, I loved him and I always will. There was a gentle rapping at the door and a faint, "Mother.. are you in there?"
"Yes," Zelda called back, wiping away a stray tear, "come in." The doorknob clicked as it was turned, the door parted slightly and Link poked his head in, "Did you want to see me mother?"
"Yes Link, I need to talk to you," Zelda said gently, "come here," she patted a spot on the bed next to her right side. The door creaked faintly when he opened the door the rest of the way and walked in. His hands pushed the doors shut, eyes never straying from his mother, the door shut with a click, no creak this time. Zelda couldn't help but smile as he ran his fingers through his hair, his exact double. Link sat down obediently and looked at his mother with questioning eyes, she apparently had a lot on her mind.
"Link...," she started, "You've been training with Sheik since you were five and now.. I.. I think that you're old enough to know the truth," she seemed to hesitate after the last statement, "it-it's about your father," she is now clearly upset and struggling to tell her son.
"Mom.. Mom," he tugged lightly at her arm, his voice began to quiver, "Should I go get Impa?"
"No," Zelda replied rather quickly, "No, Link," she spoke with a softer tone, sniffling, "Like I said, this is about your father. The reason why I had Sheik start her training with you when you were younger, I was afraid."
"Afraid of what?"
"After whatever that monster was left this kingdom and after you were born I was always afraid of losing you. If the greatest hero in the world was able to be killed, I wanted you to learn his greatest techniques and even learn some new ones while you were still young, while there was still enough time."
"But why were you worried about me...he already killed...," his eyes widened as he looked at his mother's expression and she nodded, "my father?"
"Yes Link, the hero that you and your friends always talk about is indeed your father; I was always afraid it would return one day because you are of his blood. I wanted you to at least have a fighting chance if it were to return."
Link just sat there, listening, he did not know what to say. Zelda stood up and walked over to her closet and pulled out a small portrait, "Here Link, this is your father."
He took in the image on the canvas; he had intense blue eyes, soft yet firm facial features, and a sly smirk, with just a thin strand of blonde hair covering part of his left eye. Link looked up from the portrait and into Zelda's mirror, amazing, the only physical difference appeared only to be the color of the tunic and the age difference.
"It's uncanny," Zelda put a hand on his shoulder, "how you two look so alike, you even act the same way he used to."
"Really?"
"Really. Now Link," she took her hand from his shoulder, " we have someplace to visit right now; will you come with me?"
"All right, " Link handed his mother the portrait. After putting it away she led Link to the door; she looked in before closing the doors. She pictured him sitting there on her bed, playing the many songs he had learned on his ocarina, "My sweet prince."