From the Brain of CAP: Welcome to the end of this fic. This is the epilogue, and will be the FINAL installment. Maybe. Anyway, I hope you've enjoyed it. My thanks to Moonymonster, Kain, Tom Adorson, jadeangel(wherever you are), everyone else I can't remember, sorry, but thanks.
I'm thinking I may experiment with some HTML type stuff, though I don't know any. I'll try that Word stuff, and make a super duper formatted version. Sound fun? I hope so. Anyway, I really want reviews for this. Like, broad ones, concerning plot holes, glaring ommisions, and other such mistakes. Please. You wouldn't want to hurt my feelings, would you? WOULD YOU?
Sorry. Well, enjoy, and don't kill me.
For the first time in about a week, nothing was amiss. For the most part, anyway. There were a few things amiss. Not many, though.
One thing was amiss in the King of Hyrule's bedchambers. Link and Zelda were there, waiting for the King to awaken. He had been asleep since the previous night, after the attendants had cleaned him up, tended his wounds, and put him in bed. They were waiting for him to waken because there was an important question which needed asking.
When finally his eyes fluttered open, Link and Zelda knew had no idea what to say. They had, of course, been going over in their heads what to say, but had, of course forgotten every last bit of it when the moment came. That seems to be the way things usually turn out in such situations.
There were a few awkward moments in which the three looked back and forth to one another again and again, saying nothing. It was finally Link who spoke.
"Are you my father?" he asked, managing to put it as blunt as he possibly could.
The King sighed. The question had had to come sometime. He only wished it had come when he didn't feel like his body had been beaten bloody by Moblins the previous night.
"Yes," he finally answered, "And no."
This was a puzzling answer to this question, as it would be to any question, and Link felt obligated to inquire as to the meaning of it. The King began the story then.
"About 15 years ago, a woman by the name of Kashiri came to the castle. No one knew where she hailed from, and no one cared to ask. She was a plain woman- not outstanding. She met a knight, a brave man named Lisik. Here the story becomes muddled, and hard to explain. I know not what happened, for Kashiri would never give me the details, but I do believe that Farore and Nayru had something to do with it. They somehow affected the couple. Kashiri would bear Lisik's children, but the children would also be the Goddesses, in a way. It is my opinion that Lisik was descended from heroes long past, but try as I might, I could never prove this.
"He was mortally wounded one night, defending his wife from a Moblin raid. She was already with child at this point, and events could not be slowed. Before he died, Lisik was brought to me, and managed to convey to me what needed to be done. I'm not sure what compelled me to comply, but I strongly suspect divine involvement. Kashiri and I were wed. I loved her dearly, but not in the way a husband should a wife. We were not in love, but still loved one another. She told me that one of the children would have to be taken away, so as not to endanger him. These children, if you hadn't guessed it, were you two. Kashiri rode out of the castle one night, and was never seen again. When you turned up again years later, I was overjoyed, for I had thought you dead. I have tried to treat you like a son, but I simply cannot find it within me to think of you as one." The King sighed at this point. "I see now why it was of utmost importance that you be saved. N'asder Hab is surely the greatest evil that could ever have threatened Hyrule." The King, of course, had never heard the name Ganon. Ganondorf, the Gerudo king, had been banished to the Valley, and told never to return, lest his head be thrust upon a stake.
"Does that answer your question?"
"Yes," Link replied. "Yes, I think it does."
And with that, the two left the King in peace for he needed rest.
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Outside of the King's chambers, it was to be discovered that all was not yet resolved, for Zelda still needed some questions answered. Before Link could leave to rejoin Malon (who had taken up residence in the castle), Zelda caught hold of his arm.
"Is Hab gone for good, Link?" was her first question, plain and simple.
He looked at her for a long moment, as if considering his answer.
"Hab the man, yes," he answered at last. "But what Hab represents, no. There will always be evil in the world. I have been spending a lot of time in the Library recently, mainly looking for prophecies. I was particularly interested in the prophecies of Jimini, because I think they feature me. There has apparently been some controversy surrounding the writings, though. They speak of the Hero of Time, but it is a translation form ancient Hylian. Some words cannot be translated directly. Though Hero of Time is the translation commonly accepted, some believe that the phrase used is actually meant to be Guardian of Time. To me, this seems more fitting. Evil will always be reborn, and so there will always be me, or my descendants to guard against it."
"Well, that's all well and good," Zelda broke in, lest Link have to explain in greater detail, "but I have another question. What was that light around you when you fought Hab? You didn't seem to be yourself."
"I don't think I was," Link replied. "I think I was being possessed by my ancestors. I was me, but me throughout time. The me who defeated Hab originally, his son, even my father." This was a strange subject. Link had only just learned his father's name. "I was merely a vessel for all this. Together, we defeated Hab once and for all."
"I see," Zelda said. "Well, that explains much. We can go now."
And they did.
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The Kokiri Forest was a saddening place, now. The Great Deku Tree, as well as its sprout, was gone now. The Forest was going to die, and with it, the Kokiri. Only a handful remained, and they refused to leave.
Link arrived late, as Malon had left without him. Zelda, of course, had more pressing business to attend to. Fortunately for him, the funeral hadn't started yet, and, due to the fact that so few people were in attendance, he didn't have to strain his neck to see anything.
He found Malon quickly, and stood at her side. She clasped his hand hard, and he looked over to see tears running down her face. She had formed some sort of connection with Mido, despite his death. He had saved her, after all.
The burial place was not fancy. It was merely a mound of dirt, with a single small plant growing atop it. This was they way of the Kokiri. Someday a great behemoth of a tree would grow in this place. The tree would be called the Mido tree, and then Mido would live forever. It was the Kokiri's belief that a tree grown atop a grave would take the soul of the dead, and as it grew, bring the soul closer to the heavens.
No one said anything for a long time. They merely stood in quiet contemplation. They knew that the Forest would be overrun, now. The Lost Woods would engulf it. But still, they would not leave. They were born in the Forest, and they would die, and be buried in the Forest.
Finally, a Kokiri boy walked to the front.
"Mido had died," he said, simply enough, for it was a simple ceremony. "His tree will grow, and he shall live forever, in a better place. But let us aid his tree in growth, that he might reach the heavens faster."
With that, the child pulled a small dagger from him belt loop, and made a shallow cut across the palm of his hand. Green blood trickled forth, and he pressed his palm against the grave. Another child came forward, and did the same. This pattern continued, until Link stepped forward. He cut his hand in the same way, but red blood came forth. The Kokiri were slightly startled by this, for they had always believed Link to be on of them. Link looked to the new head Kokiri, who nodded his head. Link presses his palm against the soil, and then handed the dagger to Malon. She cut herself, and remained kneeled for a good while before standing up again.
She looked to Link, and smiled slightly. She wiped her palm of blood, and then her eyes of tears. She clasped his hand to hers, and they slowly walked away from the forest.
They failed to notice, however, that Mido's tree was now a few inches taller.
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It was a cold, harsh place that N'asder Hab found himself in. He had no idea where he was. His last memory was of the sudden pain, and Link speaking to him. After that, there was nothing.
Snow covered the ground, and a biting wind tore into him. This was strange, for Hab had never had trouble resisting the elements before. He looked about him, and saw something. This something angered him, but also explained much.
The something came toward him. As it stepped forward, its shape was slowly revealed, as though stepping out of darkness. However, the falling snow was what kept its figure hidden. The creature's hair was long and black. Its face was long, its ears pointed. The skin was blue. A golden circlet with a ruby at the front surrounded its forehead. It wore a long blue and red robe, ornately decorated with bits of gold and silver lace. A large gold medallion surrounded its neck, and on the medallion, a picture of a key.
"What happened to not interfering directly?" Hab asked with a smirk.
"It wasn't direct," the Astian answered. "I merely guided the boy."
"Guided?" Hab responded. "More like pushed."
"And who are you, N'asder Hab, to question the actions of Micastus the Gatekeeper?"
"Who am I? I am the Bearer of the Black Blade, and you'll not soon forget it!" With that, Hab drew forth the Blade, and lunged at Micastus.
Micastus simply held up his hand, and Hab stopped dead in his tracks. The blade fell from his hands.
"What?" he questioned, dumbfounded. "What is this?"
"This is the realm of the dead, N'asder Hab," Micastus answered. He came forward, and leaned in close to Hab's face. "This is my realm. And you, N'asder Hab, are dead."
Had anyone been in that place besides the two of them, they would have heard the screams for miles around, so loud were they.
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I'm thinking I may experiment with some HTML type stuff, though I don't know any. I'll try that Word stuff, and make a super duper formatted version. Sound fun? I hope so. Anyway, I really want reviews for this. Like, broad ones, concerning plot holes, glaring ommisions, and other such mistakes. Please. You wouldn't want to hurt my feelings, would you? WOULD YOU?
Sorry. Well, enjoy, and don't kill me.
For the first time in about a week, nothing was amiss. For the most part, anyway. There were a few things amiss. Not many, though.
One thing was amiss in the King of Hyrule's bedchambers. Link and Zelda were there, waiting for the King to awaken. He had been asleep since the previous night, after the attendants had cleaned him up, tended his wounds, and put him in bed. They were waiting for him to waken because there was an important question which needed asking.
When finally his eyes fluttered open, Link and Zelda knew had no idea what to say. They had, of course, been going over in their heads what to say, but had, of course forgotten every last bit of it when the moment came. That seems to be the way things usually turn out in such situations.
There were a few awkward moments in which the three looked back and forth to one another again and again, saying nothing. It was finally Link who spoke.
"Are you my father?" he asked, managing to put it as blunt as he possibly could.
The King sighed. The question had had to come sometime. He only wished it had come when he didn't feel like his body had been beaten bloody by Moblins the previous night.
"Yes," he finally answered, "And no."
This was a puzzling answer to this question, as it would be to any question, and Link felt obligated to inquire as to the meaning of it. The King began the story then.
"About 15 years ago, a woman by the name of Kashiri came to the castle. No one knew where she hailed from, and no one cared to ask. She was a plain woman- not outstanding. She met a knight, a brave man named Lisik. Here the story becomes muddled, and hard to explain. I know not what happened, for Kashiri would never give me the details, but I do believe that Farore and Nayru had something to do with it. They somehow affected the couple. Kashiri would bear Lisik's children, but the children would also be the Goddesses, in a way. It is my opinion that Lisik was descended from heroes long past, but try as I might, I could never prove this.
"He was mortally wounded one night, defending his wife from a Moblin raid. She was already with child at this point, and events could not be slowed. Before he died, Lisik was brought to me, and managed to convey to me what needed to be done. I'm not sure what compelled me to comply, but I strongly suspect divine involvement. Kashiri and I were wed. I loved her dearly, but not in the way a husband should a wife. We were not in love, but still loved one another. She told me that one of the children would have to be taken away, so as not to endanger him. These children, if you hadn't guessed it, were you two. Kashiri rode out of the castle one night, and was never seen again. When you turned up again years later, I was overjoyed, for I had thought you dead. I have tried to treat you like a son, but I simply cannot find it within me to think of you as one." The King sighed at this point. "I see now why it was of utmost importance that you be saved. N'asder Hab is surely the greatest evil that could ever have threatened Hyrule." The King, of course, had never heard the name Ganon. Ganondorf, the Gerudo king, had been banished to the Valley, and told never to return, lest his head be thrust upon a stake.
"Does that answer your question?"
"Yes," Link replied. "Yes, I think it does."
And with that, the two left the King in peace for he needed rest.
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Outside of the King's chambers, it was to be discovered that all was not yet resolved, for Zelda still needed some questions answered. Before Link could leave to rejoin Malon (who had taken up residence in the castle), Zelda caught hold of his arm.
"Is Hab gone for good, Link?" was her first question, plain and simple.
He looked at her for a long moment, as if considering his answer.
"Hab the man, yes," he answered at last. "But what Hab represents, no. There will always be evil in the world. I have been spending a lot of time in the Library recently, mainly looking for prophecies. I was particularly interested in the prophecies of Jimini, because I think they feature me. There has apparently been some controversy surrounding the writings, though. They speak of the Hero of Time, but it is a translation form ancient Hylian. Some words cannot be translated directly. Though Hero of Time is the translation commonly accepted, some believe that the phrase used is actually meant to be Guardian of Time. To me, this seems more fitting. Evil will always be reborn, and so there will always be me, or my descendants to guard against it."
"Well, that's all well and good," Zelda broke in, lest Link have to explain in greater detail, "but I have another question. What was that light around you when you fought Hab? You didn't seem to be yourself."
"I don't think I was," Link replied. "I think I was being possessed by my ancestors. I was me, but me throughout time. The me who defeated Hab originally, his son, even my father." This was a strange subject. Link had only just learned his father's name. "I was merely a vessel for all this. Together, we defeated Hab once and for all."
"I see," Zelda said. "Well, that explains much. We can go now."
And they did.
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The Kokiri Forest was a saddening place, now. The Great Deku Tree, as well as its sprout, was gone now. The Forest was going to die, and with it, the Kokiri. Only a handful remained, and they refused to leave.
Link arrived late, as Malon had left without him. Zelda, of course, had more pressing business to attend to. Fortunately for him, the funeral hadn't started yet, and, due to the fact that so few people were in attendance, he didn't have to strain his neck to see anything.
He found Malon quickly, and stood at her side. She clasped his hand hard, and he looked over to see tears running down her face. She had formed some sort of connection with Mido, despite his death. He had saved her, after all.
The burial place was not fancy. It was merely a mound of dirt, with a single small plant growing atop it. This was they way of the Kokiri. Someday a great behemoth of a tree would grow in this place. The tree would be called the Mido tree, and then Mido would live forever. It was the Kokiri's belief that a tree grown atop a grave would take the soul of the dead, and as it grew, bring the soul closer to the heavens.
No one said anything for a long time. They merely stood in quiet contemplation. They knew that the Forest would be overrun, now. The Lost Woods would engulf it. But still, they would not leave. They were born in the Forest, and they would die, and be buried in the Forest.
Finally, a Kokiri boy walked to the front.
"Mido had died," he said, simply enough, for it was a simple ceremony. "His tree will grow, and he shall live forever, in a better place. But let us aid his tree in growth, that he might reach the heavens faster."
With that, the child pulled a small dagger from him belt loop, and made a shallow cut across the palm of his hand. Green blood trickled forth, and he pressed his palm against the grave. Another child came forward, and did the same. This pattern continued, until Link stepped forward. He cut his hand in the same way, but red blood came forth. The Kokiri were slightly startled by this, for they had always believed Link to be on of them. Link looked to the new head Kokiri, who nodded his head. Link presses his palm against the soil, and then handed the dagger to Malon. She cut herself, and remained kneeled for a good while before standing up again.
She looked to Link, and smiled slightly. She wiped her palm of blood, and then her eyes of tears. She clasped his hand to hers, and they slowly walked away from the forest.
They failed to notice, however, that Mido's tree was now a few inches taller.
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It was a cold, harsh place that N'asder Hab found himself in. He had no idea where he was. His last memory was of the sudden pain, and Link speaking to him. After that, there was nothing.
Snow covered the ground, and a biting wind tore into him. This was strange, for Hab had never had trouble resisting the elements before. He looked about him, and saw something. This something angered him, but also explained much.
The something came toward him. As it stepped forward, its shape was slowly revealed, as though stepping out of darkness. However, the falling snow was what kept its figure hidden. The creature's hair was long and black. Its face was long, its ears pointed. The skin was blue. A golden circlet with a ruby at the front surrounded its forehead. It wore a long blue and red robe, ornately decorated with bits of gold and silver lace. A large gold medallion surrounded its neck, and on the medallion, a picture of a key.
"What happened to not interfering directly?" Hab asked with a smirk.
"It wasn't direct," the Astian answered. "I merely guided the boy."
"Guided?" Hab responded. "More like pushed."
"And who are you, N'asder Hab, to question the actions of Micastus the Gatekeeper?"
"Who am I? I am the Bearer of the Black Blade, and you'll not soon forget it!" With that, Hab drew forth the Blade, and lunged at Micastus.
Micastus simply held up his hand, and Hab stopped dead in his tracks. The blade fell from his hands.
"What?" he questioned, dumbfounded. "What is this?"
"This is the realm of the dead, N'asder Hab," Micastus answered. He came forward, and leaned in close to Hab's face. "This is my realm. And you, N'asder Hab, are dead."
Had anyone been in that place besides the two of them, they would have heard the screams for miles around, so loud were they.
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