A Shadow From the Past
A Fanfic by Sheik
Disclaimer: See previous chapters
Woohoo! Two chapters in one day! Go me!
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Impa screamed. The world seemed to stop. She was spinning in a vortex of swirling shadows. How could this have happened!?
The world cleared again. She was back in reality, but just barely. Suddenly she realized that the Gerudo were chanting again. They were going to kill her, too.
Impa knew what she had to do. She knew that it was risky; she might get killed, too. But it was the only way. She lifted her hands and cried in a voice louder than all the Gerudo:
"Esig, Ccmula bri Fuutaycca! Fucca ccavmacanue tyh fucca alyhhekamya ydd Ammunera dydda uueo eyssa ejyrra daccana!"
The wind picked up. Many floating lights were seen, and suddenly poes, poes, and more poes appeared. Screeching and cackling, they went after the Gerudo like dogs after squirrels.
Suddenly Impa realized what she needed to do. The spirits were listening to her, and that was a good sign. But she knew that if this chase kept up any longer, both Shira and herself would be trampled.
She put her right hand to her lips and whistled a simple tune while her left hand gently held onto Shira's cloak. Purple lights swirled all about them. In a graceful arc they were swept up and landed comfortably on the Crest of Shadow.
From here Impa would be able to watch all that was going on, only she didn't. She put her head in her hands and sobbed. How foolish she had been, wanting to fight! And now, because of her, she had lost the only mother she had ever known, and Hyrule had lost one of the greatest Queens that ever graced the world with her presence.
How long she was there she did not know, but eventually, after the tears had slowed a little, she heard voices. Curious, Impa managed to quell the tide and listen.
"I think she's up here."
"I don't know. How could she even get up there?"
"Well, I heard SOMEONE crying."
"Maybe it was one of those poes. Do you know where they came from? They just appeared out of nowhere."
"I have no clue, but in either case, they were on our side. Did you see how they tore through those Gerudo?"
"I wonder if it was that little Sheikah girl. She ran in here awhile back, and I think that was her voice that was screaming and chanting and all that."
"I also heard Her Majesty's voice yelling. I hop both of them are all right."
Impa spoke up.
"I'm right here," she said. "Look up."
Impa peered over the edge of the rail. "Look up here," she said. "Above the rail."
"How in Din's name did you get up there!?" asked one of the soldiers, Regani of the Sheikah.
"It's a secret," replied Impa. "I'm not allowed to tell."
"Well, for the Triforce's sake, come down here!" Said General Anolan.
"No."
"Why not?"
"I'm staying here with Queen Shira."
"WHAT!? What happened? Is she all right?" demanded both of them at the same time.
"No, goddesses have mercy, she IS NOT all right: didn't you hear her yell back there?"
"Well, is she…" Regani trailed off.
"Is she still with us? Love of Nayru, say she's alive!" Anolan was almost in tears. It was frightening to see such a large man crying.
"No…" Impa shook her head sadly. Then she sat back down and began sobbing again. It was all too much.
To Impa's surprise and great distress, she could hear the two men sobbing, too. She could understand why, but Sheikah or Hylian, she had NEVER seen a grown man cry.
After spending some time like that, the two soldiers got up and went to go bring help in getting the two Sheikah down from the stairs. Impa could jump, but that would leave Shira upon that dreadful stair all alone.
A couple hours later, the carpenters living in the village had set up a scaffold that had a series of pulleys on it. The pulleys hoisted a bier up over the rail, and Anolan and Regani had come up by means of climbing the scaffold.
Once they had tenderly laid the Queen onto the bier, Regani and Anolan hoisted it back over the rail. Regani then jumped down as Anolan lifted Impa in his large, strong arms and carried her down. Many of the villagers were there, sobbing their eyes out at what had happened.
Impa couldn't help thinking that King Harkinian, who still had not been informed of his wife's death, had a right to know about it before all these villagers did, as does anyone who has lost a loved one.
"Can you walk?" asked Anolan of Impa once they reached the ground.
"I honestly don't know," she answered. "I feel weak all over and I'm dizzy."
"That means you can't. Come on, you can ride on my horse."
"Where are we going?"
"To the castle, of course."
"I need to get something first."
"Oh, you mean clothes? Those will be provided at the castle."
"It's not that."
"What is it?"
"I need to get something, but it's a secret. I can tell you that I made a promise to Her Majesty about it, though. I desperately need to get that."
"Of course. We have to keep our promises, don't we?"
Anolan carried Impa back to her house and opened the door.
"Now, may I go get this for you? Or do we need to devise some other way?"
Impa thought for a moment. That bag was under her pillow, and the dress Shira had made was on the bed.
"Just take all the sheets off the bed and bring them down here. Leave everything on the bed" pillows, blankets, clothes, anything."
"All right, then! I never heard of anyone bringing their bedclothes when they go somewhere, but perhaps that's your own way of keeping a secret."
He set Impa down in a chair.
"You sit right there, and I'll be right back."
Anolan climbed up the stairs. A deep rustling could be heard, and after about five minutes he came back. He was carrying a brown leather bag.
(A/N: The bag is about the size of a backpack.)
"I don't know how I did it, Impa," he said, "But I got that whole thing into a nice bundle without seeing anything secret, or that looked secret to me. I found this bag under the bed. I hope you don't mind."
"No," replied Impa. "Actually, I wanted to keep that bag."
Anolan laughed. "Well, that's good! Now, come on. We have awhile to go, and you've already had quite a day. We all have," he added to himself.
With that Anolan picked Impa up again and carried her out of the house, down the stairs, and into the Shadowed Glade. With Impa's help, he found the hidden stable and retrieved his horse, Yecva. He set Impa gently in the saddle and then climbed on behind her.
"Aren't we going to wait for the Honor Guard to bear her back into the Castle?" asked Impa.
"No, we must tell King Harkinian at once."
With that, the two rode off to the castle, and to Impa's destiny.
A Fanfic by Sheik
Disclaimer: See previous chapters
Woohoo! Two chapters in one day! Go me!
¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤
Impa screamed. The world seemed to stop. She was spinning in a vortex of swirling shadows. How could this have happened!?
The world cleared again. She was back in reality, but just barely. Suddenly she realized that the Gerudo were chanting again. They were going to kill her, too.
Impa knew what she had to do. She knew that it was risky; she might get killed, too. But it was the only way. She lifted her hands and cried in a voice louder than all the Gerudo:
"Esig, Ccmula bri Fuutaycca! Fucca ccavmacanue tyh fucca alyhhekamya ydd Ammunera dydda uueo eyssa ejyrra daccana!"
The wind picked up. Many floating lights were seen, and suddenly poes, poes, and more poes appeared. Screeching and cackling, they went after the Gerudo like dogs after squirrels.
Suddenly Impa realized what she needed to do. The spirits were listening to her, and that was a good sign. But she knew that if this chase kept up any longer, both Shira and herself would be trampled.
She put her right hand to her lips and whistled a simple tune while her left hand gently held onto Shira's cloak. Purple lights swirled all about them. In a graceful arc they were swept up and landed comfortably on the Crest of Shadow.
From here Impa would be able to watch all that was going on, only she didn't. She put her head in her hands and sobbed. How foolish she had been, wanting to fight! And now, because of her, she had lost the only mother she had ever known, and Hyrule had lost one of the greatest Queens that ever graced the world with her presence.
How long she was there she did not know, but eventually, after the tears had slowed a little, she heard voices. Curious, Impa managed to quell the tide and listen.
"I think she's up here."
"I don't know. How could she even get up there?"
"Well, I heard SOMEONE crying."
"Maybe it was one of those poes. Do you know where they came from? They just appeared out of nowhere."
"I have no clue, but in either case, they were on our side. Did you see how they tore through those Gerudo?"
"I wonder if it was that little Sheikah girl. She ran in here awhile back, and I think that was her voice that was screaming and chanting and all that."
"I also heard Her Majesty's voice yelling. I hop both of them are all right."
Impa spoke up.
"I'm right here," she said. "Look up."
Impa peered over the edge of the rail. "Look up here," she said. "Above the rail."
"How in Din's name did you get up there!?" asked one of the soldiers, Regani of the Sheikah.
"It's a secret," replied Impa. "I'm not allowed to tell."
"Well, for the Triforce's sake, come down here!" Said General Anolan.
"No."
"Why not?"
"I'm staying here with Queen Shira."
"WHAT!? What happened? Is she all right?" demanded both of them at the same time.
"No, goddesses have mercy, she IS NOT all right: didn't you hear her yell back there?"
"Well, is she…" Regani trailed off.
"Is she still with us? Love of Nayru, say she's alive!" Anolan was almost in tears. It was frightening to see such a large man crying.
"No…" Impa shook her head sadly. Then she sat back down and began sobbing again. It was all too much.
To Impa's surprise and great distress, she could hear the two men sobbing, too. She could understand why, but Sheikah or Hylian, she had NEVER seen a grown man cry.
After spending some time like that, the two soldiers got up and went to go bring help in getting the two Sheikah down from the stairs. Impa could jump, but that would leave Shira upon that dreadful stair all alone.
A couple hours later, the carpenters living in the village had set up a scaffold that had a series of pulleys on it. The pulleys hoisted a bier up over the rail, and Anolan and Regani had come up by means of climbing the scaffold.
Once they had tenderly laid the Queen onto the bier, Regani and Anolan hoisted it back over the rail. Regani then jumped down as Anolan lifted Impa in his large, strong arms and carried her down. Many of the villagers were there, sobbing their eyes out at what had happened.
Impa couldn't help thinking that King Harkinian, who still had not been informed of his wife's death, had a right to know about it before all these villagers did, as does anyone who has lost a loved one.
"Can you walk?" asked Anolan of Impa once they reached the ground.
"I honestly don't know," she answered. "I feel weak all over and I'm dizzy."
"That means you can't. Come on, you can ride on my horse."
"Where are we going?"
"To the castle, of course."
"I need to get something first."
"Oh, you mean clothes? Those will be provided at the castle."
"It's not that."
"What is it?"
"I need to get something, but it's a secret. I can tell you that I made a promise to Her Majesty about it, though. I desperately need to get that."
"Of course. We have to keep our promises, don't we?"
Anolan carried Impa back to her house and opened the door.
"Now, may I go get this for you? Or do we need to devise some other way?"
Impa thought for a moment. That bag was under her pillow, and the dress Shira had made was on the bed.
"Just take all the sheets off the bed and bring them down here. Leave everything on the bed" pillows, blankets, clothes, anything."
"All right, then! I never heard of anyone bringing their bedclothes when they go somewhere, but perhaps that's your own way of keeping a secret."
He set Impa down in a chair.
"You sit right there, and I'll be right back."
Anolan climbed up the stairs. A deep rustling could be heard, and after about five minutes he came back. He was carrying a brown leather bag.
(A/N: The bag is about the size of a backpack.)
"I don't know how I did it, Impa," he said, "But I got that whole thing into a nice bundle without seeing anything secret, or that looked secret to me. I found this bag under the bed. I hope you don't mind."
"No," replied Impa. "Actually, I wanted to keep that bag."
Anolan laughed. "Well, that's good! Now, come on. We have awhile to go, and you've already had quite a day. We all have," he added to himself.
With that Anolan picked Impa up again and carried her out of the house, down the stairs, and into the Shadowed Glade. With Impa's help, he found the hidden stable and retrieved his horse, Yecva. He set Impa gently in the saddle and then climbed on behind her.
"Aren't we going to wait for the Honor Guard to bear her back into the Castle?" asked Impa.
"No, we must tell King Harkinian at once."
With that, the two rode off to the castle, and to Impa's destiny.