The Missing Link
V1.8
(or: The Princess who said she would not fall asleep, but did. )
By: Space Medawriter X
Disclaimer:
The Legend of Zelda™ is property of Nintendo of America/Japan and me. Well…not me.
Author's Notes:
Here's an explanation for my chapter titles. 1.3, 1.5 and so on.
1.1 means Book 1, Chapter 1. There will be 3 'books' in total, just like in my last fiction.
This is the 8th Chapter in Book 1. Book 1 is called: The Missing Link.
Coo!? Cool!
Song of the Day: Simple and Clean or Hikari (Planetb mixes as well) by: Utada Hikaru
Last Chapter:
For Link, Itali and Rune, braving the Death Mountain Trials in the Dark World wasn't easy. Navigating the inside of an active volcano and defeating the mighty Iron Giant was no walk in the park…but they did it. Unfortunately they found out that it was all unnecessary, and the great Wizard they were seeking was actually a shopkeeper, who sold them the magic Mirrors needed to return Link ( the pink rabbit ) and Luto ( the guppy ) to their real bodies.
Meanwhile, Invincible braved the Desert Colossus, easily defeating the Erfos that he didn't know was sent to assassinate him, and retrieving Sahasarala's Tome of Knowledge.
Now what of little Zelda, alone in the Dark World?
Back to the story…
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"What did you just say?", the Princess of Hyrule demanded.
It was only a few minutes ago that she had woken up in this dark room, to find herself neatly tucked into a massive decorated and roofed bed. The pillars of the bed itself was fit for the throne room back in Hyrule. She hated to admit it, but it was very comfortable. The sheets were made up of the finest silver silk, embroidered beautifully by expert hands. The thick comforter was warm and inviting. However, what Zelda saw at the foot of her bed chilled her to the bone.
There was a man sitting at the edge of her bed holding her little pet Keaton, Moto sleeping on his lap. He was stroking the creature's fur gently, and he gave Zelda a small smile that glinted strikingly white teeth. Zelda couldn't make out the rest of his features in the darkness, but it didn't matter what he looked like.
As far as she was concerned, he was the enemy.
Petting the little Keaton again, he turned to the Princess and said, "I said: my people, my region are at your service.". He gave her a nod and added, "My name is Er Chike, I am the Mandrag of this Region.".
Zelda's blood ran cold. Mandrag? That's a Gerudo word…but this man was clearly no Gerudo. And what exactly was a Region? Where in Hyrule was she? Still, she had to steel herself. She could not let this kidnapper get away with this kind of action.
"I don't believe I asked who you were-", she started.
"But you would have, eventually.", Chike finished for her. "I'm just trying to get you as much information as I can-".
Now it was Zelda's turn to interrupt. "I asked what you wanted of me!". She eyed Moto nervously as it continued to act lifeless in the man's palms.
He noticed her look, and he petted the minute creature again. "It's just asleep.", he said quietly, and then regarded Zelda carefully. "And I told you there's plenty of time for that later-".
"NO! NOW!", Zelda screamed. She recovered herself quickly and smiled ruefully at the darkened figure. "You foolish man, you don't know what you've done. I can assure you that my father and his knights are coming for me as we speak.".
"I don't think so.", Chike said with a raised eyebrow. "You are remarkably trained, your highness. Anyone in your position would be in hysterics right now. A tribute to your mother and that giant she calls a matron.".
Zelda blinked. How did he know about Impa and mother? And what did he mean 'I don't think so'? "Yes. They are coming for me!".
Chike just shook his head. "No, they're not. If my calculations were correct, the magic I used to bring you here must have knocked them all out of action. I gather they're still out of it. All of them, your father and his guards.". His smile suddenly became cruel. "I'm sure your healers will be able to get them to come around …eventually.". He then became melancholy. "But even if they do, the won't come for you. They can't reach you here.".
"I…don't believe you.".
Shrugging, he took the little Keaton and gently laid it on the bed. "You will. Eventually you'll realize what I'm saying is the truth. But, Princess, don't worry, you are my guest.". He laid a hand to his temple and flashed a toothy smile towards Zelda again. "I need you later on, but I'm not quite prepared. I'm embarrassed to say that I planned exceedingly, and brought you here too early." .
"What could you possibly need me for…", she trailed off when her eyes met his, and she suddenly realized she was wearing nothing but a little adorned slip, and her shoulders and part of her torso was bare. She crossed her arms across her chest and glared, enraged at the man.
For a moment, the man blinked in confusion, and then a wry smile crossed his lips. "Oh my young sovereign. You're too much.". He covered his mouth with a hand and looked away briefly. "I do admit that I am a man, with regular manly needs. And you are a very pretty girl…a beautiful girl. But you see, I prefer women with a little more…how do I say…". Again, he glanced away, as if abashed. "A little more 'oomph' to their curvy bits. Your a little too flat around the edges. Give it a few years.".
Now Zelda's face, drained of all blood before because the conversation, became beet read with a mixture of rage and embarrassment. Er Chike caught this change and quickly bowed. "I mean no impertinence, your highness. It's just natural. You are young after all. In a few years, I'm sure few men would be even able to think and walk simultaneously if you were to come by. But this conversation is a little off-topic.".
He stood up from the foot of the bed and straightened some unseen clothes. "What I need from you is much more complicated then that. I figure you'll understand soon enough.". With that, he began to leave the room. As he reached the door, he turned to the girl once more. "I want you to enjoy yourself. My Kingdom is your kingdom. Everything your heart desires will be yours. We will obey your every command.".
Zelda blinked. "My every command?".
The man nodded.
"I want my clothes back. All of them!".
Chike smiled. "Really? We have many fine tailors-", upon seeing the look on her face, he waved his hand lazily. "Yes, you will have them tomorrow, clean as the day they were made.".
"I want to speak to my mother.".
Chike frowned. "I'm afraid that's not possible. Choose another. Would you like a pony?".
"I want to go home!".
"You're making this very difficult, Princess.".
"You're the one who said my every command would be obeyed.".
Chike shrugged. "I lied. How about, nearly all of your commands will be obeyed. Is that satisfactory?".
"No it isn't.", Zelda spat, glowering at the man. "Don't dress it up as anything else but me being your prisoner.".
Laughing, the man turned to Zelda fully and placed his hands on his hips. "Oh really? And how many prisoners do you know would have their favorite breakfast every morning? You remember, 2 eggs, fried sunny-side-up, a flapjack with plenty of syrup: apple, and buttered toast? Not to mention cinnamon-dashed hot oatmeal? Oh…and plenty of pepper on those eggs. Ha, not exactly bread and water now is it? Now get some sleep, your highness.".
As Chike was talking, Zelda's stomach was rumbling with desire. Word for word that was exactly her favorite breakfast, one she got maybe twice a week if she was lucky. How did he know!?
Ahh…She could almost smell the sweet scent of those eggs and the oatmeal. She shook her head furiously and leaned forward, staring hard at the man she branded the enemy.
"Listen to me, Er Chike, and listen good.", she growled. "I can assure you that there is nothing that you can take from me that will come without a cost. You are not my host, you are my jailer. As such I will use all of my power to escape you, and to make sure you are brought to justice.".
Chike smiled sweetly. "How about some powdered pastries to go along with breakfast? Look forward to it tomorrow.". Simple as that, he left the room without another word.
As soon as he was gone, Zelda leapt out of the bed and dove for Moto, who was still fast asleep at the edge of the bed. She held the little creature close to her breast, and blinked tears out of her eyes. "I am not going to cry.", she told herself. "I will get out of this. I know I will. Uncle Invincible is still out there. Even if my father is gone, Uncle Invincible won't be stopped. And mother….", this thinking started to make her feel better.
She had no assurances that Chike was telling the truth about her father…but even if he were, the forces of her mother, Invincible and Impa alone would be able to save her. Even so, she wasn't going to wait for them with baited breath.
Zelda closed her eyes, and let the Wisdom recoil inside her small frame. A blue aura surrounded her body, and whips of tiny crystal shards shot from her, licking and cracking against her surroundings. With her Wisdom she searched the doors, the walls, the windows, the mirrors, the floor, every square inch of the room. Through them she found no crack, no inch that would allow her escape. She was completely locked in.
The Wisdom rebounded back into her with a jolt. She looked at her little Keaton and gave it a small shake. The creature continued to sleep. What if it was comatose, like that man said her father was? She couldn't think about it.
Zelda stared ahead into the darkness of her room. Where was she? Why could they not possibly find her? Her shoulders were drooping, and her head was nodding off. She would not lie down, however. She would not fall asleep.
Then the young princess found herself on her back, staring at the ceiling of the small roof of her bed. What did that maniac want with her? Why was he treating her so well? Her eyes were getting heavy, but she would not close them. She would not fall asleep.
Darkness. With shut eyes she tried to formulate plans. How should she go about this? Play along for now…try to find a way to communicate with her mother. There had to be a way. Her mind was drifting off, but she would not fall asleep.
She …would not…fall… … …
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With a mighty yawn, Link stretched his arms, over his head then to his side. He did a few steps in place and then began to twist and stretch to his left and right. It felt so good to be back in his old body that he couldn't put it into words. He bent over and touched his toes a few times. Everything he had before he was transformed was returned. His Razorblade, his small shield, and his wallet.
A few moments before, he emptied out the contents of his Adult Wallet to Itali. 700 rupees, the amount owed by him for the girls expenses. She had after all, paid off those boar-men for the damage Link had caused back in the tavern. She had also paid for the Magical Mirrors that returned Link and Luto to their real selves.
Unsheathing his sword, Link took a few practice swings, only to be shocked stupid when his blade flashed with a strange black light. The blade elongated in a flash and slashed off a clump of Magellan's scraggily hair. Link frantically brought the blade back, lost his balance and fell to his bottom.
The blade flashed with the same black light that Rune's blade had displayed, and then vanished from his hand. When Link saw this he panicked, waving his hand and looking back and forth. Suddenly, with the same black light, the sword reappeared in his palm.
"Hold on there Link.", Rune said, stepping forward. "Guess I forgot to tell ya… Dark World runs a little differently than the world of Light. Regular objects earn special new properties.". He stretched his arm and summoned his gigantic blade once more. "The most common one is the ability to disappear and reappear at will.". With that, he let go of the sword, and it vanished in a cloud of black light.
"W…woah!", Link stammered.
"You'll get used to it.", Itali murmured. Then she suddenly became excited. "You know what? All this nearly-getting-fried-and-stomped-by-giant-ing's made me hungry.". She looked to the little Zoran girl, who returned her gaze with dark pupiless eyes. "Let's use Magellan's lift and head to the bottom. Then we can go to town and eat. It'll be my treat", then she turned to Rune and scowled. "…but only this once!"
"Golly!", Rune exclaimed. "Sounds good!".
"Yes, yes that's all well and fine.", Magellan croaked, trying to fix his hair after the impromptu cut. "Now will you kids get out of my store!?".
***
As the lift took the four of them down the mountain, Itali turned to Link again, who was shivering severely, to repeat the question she asked earlier.
"So, Link? What will you do now…I mean, after we eat, of course.".
Link pulled his arms from out beneath his tunic and tugged on his toque absently. "Well…Luto and I obviously have to get back home…to the Light World.". He turned to Itali and cracked a small smile. "You wouldn't happen to know how to get back, would you?". When Itali shook her head, Link nodded, keeping his smile. "Yeah. Guess we're gonna have to ask around…find a way back.".
"Link…", Itali said solemnly, "… I don't think there is a way back.".
"Of course there is.", Luto said suddenly, which caused the others to turn in alarm. The Zoran had just said more words now than she had said since she had returned to her form. She was facing the lift, and had her back to the rest. Itali now saw that she had thin long fins that protruded from her shoulder-blades like wings.
"There was a way to get us here. There must be a way to get us back.", the Zoran concluded, never leaving her gaze from the scene of the mountain descent.
The others looked to each other briefly, and then Rune guffawed. "Dang it, she's totally right. Girl's got quite the head on her! Probably one of those geniuses, I reckon.".
"Hardly.", Luto whispered.
"So…we'll just look around.", Link concluded. "Don't worry about it, the two of us can take care of ourselves.".
Rune grinned, as usual, and shook his shaggy silver hair. "Like I'll let that happen.", he chuckled. "I'm going to at least see you get off to a good start.".
Link's smiled widened, and he glanced at Luto. "That's great! Thanks a lot Rune.". He turned to Itali with a little expectation.
"Don't look at me.", she said, eyes closed. "My ride ends after dinner. After that, you three are on your own.".
The brazen teen faced her with a audacious grin. "I bet you a 100 rupees you'll be joining us before the night's over!".
The girl glanced at him sidelong and had a little smile of her own. "You're on.".
She didn't mind. After all, she now had the money to lose.
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Zelda woke up with a jolt. Immediately she cursed her weakness, having promised that she wouldn't go to sleep. She relaxed a bit though, and ran some fingers through her hair. Coarse hair, not totally rough, but not silky like her mother's…or her father's for that matter. She shook the cobwebs from her mind and wiped a hand across her face. Maybe it was from her grandfathers…or another relative. Who knew? Who cared?
The sleep had been good for her. It had been deep and dreamless. However, now she felt rejuvenated. Strong. Zelda's mind became sharper and she looked around for Moto. She found him next to the bed, still sound asleep. Frowning, she turned around and surveyed her room, now lit up in a strange dull light.
The bedroom was about the twice the size of her mother's. It was so elaborately decorated it was almost gaudy. There were ornaments, silk curtains, huge paintings and drawings, sculptures, huge goldenwood dressers…
"Yipe!", Zelda squealed. She was stunned when she saw a woman standing next to the large dresser. She was tall, dressed in a simple flowing gown. Her skin was a tinge of green, and many spots lined the sides of her neck. She head was completely bald, and many tendrils fell down the back. She had stern, beautiful eyes, and her lips held no smile. She was holding many cloths in her arms.
"So, we've finally awaken, highness?", the woman asked.
Zelda stared.
"Hmm…", the woman began, "…maybe not completely. I have drawn your bath, and your clothes have been pressed and ready. Do you wish me to wash you?".
Zelda snapped out of her stupor and crossed her arms. "I will not take any of your baths.". She huffed in defiance.
The woman's expression did not change. "Oh no? Your highness is content with being smelly? Is that an act of rebellion, now?"
Sniffing, Zelda realized that she was smelling pretty rank, but if she were to prove to Chike that she was serious, she had to be strong.
Sighing, the woman placed Zelda's clothing next to a small counter by the dresser. "Very well, your highness. If you choose to smell like pee, that is your imperative.
Zelda's eyes bulged indignantly. "I-Do-Not-Smell-Like-Pee!!!", she said in a strangled voice.
"Yes, you do. It's perfectly normal, all young girls and boys who don't bathe smell like pee. If it's a smell you want people to remember you by, then by all means, don't bathe. Your breakfast will come in any case.".
Furious. Zelda was grinding her teeth and shooting the woman with a deadly glare. Oh what she would have loved to slap that cool look off of her face. She flung her bedcovers off and moved off the bed, with little Moto in tow. "I will bathe…", she growled. "But you will not wash me.".
"Your wish is my command.", the cool woman said quickly, and she briskly left the room.
Zelda stepped into the bathroom and covered a hand over her mouth in shock. The floor was tiled with crystal, and the walls with some kind of polished granite. The tub looked to be pearl, and it lined with all sorts of soaps and shampoos.
After closing the door behind her shut, Zelda stepped out of her slip and entered the water. It was clean, pure and just the right heat. It took all of her willpower not to sigh in pleasure. Maybe this was a good thing for her. Maybe a good cleaning would clear her mind like the sleep had. Picking up her Keaton from the edge of the tub, she dunked it under the water for a second in an attempt to wake it up. When it didn't even stutter, her worry increased.
Zelda concentrated and sent thread after thread of crystal shards of Wisdom along and through Moto's tiny body, searching for any spell, illness or cancer that might have affected it. She found nothing. As far as all was concerned, Moto was simply asleep…just as Chike said her father was.
She didn't think much about that any more during the bath. She washed herself thoroughly with the scented soaps, and when she was done, dried herself on her way to the bedroom. There, she dressed in her traditional Hylian garments. It felt good, almost like returning to her own skin.
Zelda wouldn't let Chike see her as anything else than the Princess of Hyrule, daughter of the representative of Wisdom. She was not his princess, nor was she the princess of this Region. Chike would have to get used to this, whether he liked it or not.
It was while she fitting her hair completely inside the small bonnet when the bedroom doors opened again. Inside rushed a girl that looked only a few years older than Zelda herself. Her eyes were black and pupiless, and her hair fell over eyes like sharp spikes. She was dressed like the woman who came in before, and she was pushing a wheeled tray.
"Sorry, oh I'm so sorry I'm late, your highness!", the girl panted. She scrambled around the covered cart for a moment before standing to attention. "I've got your …I have your breakfast for you, my lady.", and with that she took the cover off the cart.
It was just like Er Chike had promised. 2 eggs, fried sunny-side-up and dumped with pepper. A flapjack with soaked with hot apple syrup and adorned with jam. Buttered toast stacked one on top of the other. Next to the plates was a bowl of hot cinnamon oatmeal, not to mention sweet powdered pastries. It smelled heavenly; better than the chef's cooking back in the castle. In fact the smell of this cooking rivaled only that of Auntie Malon's back at home. Zelda's stomach was wrenching inside her.
Still, Zelda only sat down, with her Keaton in hand, and stare at the girl and her food.
The girl glanced around normally, and then smiled a nervous smile at Zelda. "Wh…um…Princess? You-you're not eating.".
Zelda said nothing.
The girl was wringing her hands and was clearly agitated. "Why-Why aren't you eating?", she pleaded. Then she stopped and her eyes bulged. "Oh…Oh God. You don't like it do you? You hate it!".
"What?", thought Zelda.
The girl was becoming more and more frantic. "B-but this cooking is our chef's best. I had nothing to do with it!", she yelped, before catching herself. "Oh-Okay I've angered you…have I? Or your worried it's poisoned? It's not! See!?", she reached over, took one of the pastries and took a big bite out of it. While she chewed she waved it in front of the reluctant princess.
Zelda's stomach rumbled and growled, but she said nothing.
The girl gulped and began to fret again. "Okay…okay you wont eat. Is it me? Am I doing a bad job? I'm doing a bad job aren't I? Really bad? WHY WONT YOU EAT!!!???", she screamed suddenly, causing Zelda to jump back. When the girl caught herself, she began to turn a ghostly pale color. "Oh God! Oh my God I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to yell at—Oh now they're gonna fire me. They're gonna fire me, I'll be out of a job! I won't be able to pay for school. I'll be on the streets. Oh what's wrong with me? Oh my God oh my God…".
Zelda rolled her eyes and sighed. To call this girl high-strung would be an understatement. "You did nothing wrong.". She said heavily.
The girl stopped her frantic wailing and looked at Zelda through watered eyes.
"Let me have my breakfast, please.". She commanded politely. The girl brought the tray over to her and placed all of the food on the foot of the bed. Zelda knew that the girl wouldn't relax until she started to eat, and that once she started, she wouldn't be able to stop. If she wasn't so sure that the girl was a genuine freak, Zelda would have sworn that Chike put her up to this.
It was delicious though. Beyond delicious. After gulping down some sweet orange juice, she saw the girl backing out of the room and called after her. "Hey!".
The girl froze, and turned quickly. "Y-yes, princess?".
"What is your name? Mine is Zelda.".
She gulped and glanced around a bit once more. "I'm Kotarin.".
Zelda smiled. "Kotarin,", she began, " take the rest of the day off.".
Kotarin's hand flew to her mouth. "Your highness… I can't-".
"That's an order.".
"Um…", Kotarin began. "I'm not sure if the Mandrag-".
"ORDER!", Zelda barked. The girl jumped and nodded quickly, before leaving the room.
Zelda shook her head and went back to her breakfast. "Goddess knows she needs it.".
***
Now walking in the hallway outside of the bedroom, with little Moto sleeping atop her bonnet. This place clearly reminded her of the Castle…except more…shiny. On her way she reached a hall where the wall was lined with paned windows. Zelda paused and looked outside.
There was a large courtyard, but the people who walked around to and fro where diminished. She must have been very high up, which meant this Castle must be huge. Zelda turned to the burning skyline. It still looked like night, the sky was dark and filled with purple clouds. There was no sign of the sun. Zelda was beginning to get an idea of where she was.
All of the alien people she met. The title Mandrag. The burning dark sky. The bright light and the feeling of being ripped away when she was on her trip with her father. It all led to the same conclusion.
Zelda was trapped in the Dark World.
"Princess?", a voice called. Zelda jerked around quickly and was met by a tall young man. His face was young and flawless. He wore hoops in his ears, a long multi-colored coat, with black leather pants and a high wide belt. His hands were covered in white gloves, and adorned with rings. His hair was short, sharp and of a dark red color. His lips were painted black. Zelda could tell from his voice who this was.
"Mr. Chike.", she said coolly. "So good to see you out of cover of darkness.".
Chike nodded graciously. "Ah I do so love your sense of sarcasm. I trust your breakfast was satisfactory?".
"I think your help needs a vacation.". Zelda remarked. ( She wouldn't tell him how good her bath and breakfast was. ).
"Hmm.". Chike pursed his lips, and then his gaze rested on the sleeping Keaton on Zelda's bonnet. "You know, you'd look so much better with your hair out….also, I might have discovered why your little pet is still asleep.".
Zelda brushed the compliment aside and took Moto down from his perch. "What's wrong with him?".
Chike smiled. "He's asleep.". When he saw the look on her face, he continued quickly. "I'm sure you've realized by now that this is the Dark World, and there is no sun. That quirky little fact usually wreaks havoc with those creatures from the Light World with nocturnal/daily cycles. Your Keaton is asleep because it thinks it's still night…which technically it is. It's hibernating.".
Zelda looked down at Moto, resting in her hands. That did explain a lot. "So, then…what do I do?".
"Simple. Wake him up.", and with that, Chike began to nuzzle the little animal with a gentle finger. Groggily, Moto awoke, and as Chike raised his finger, the baby Keaton sniffed and raised it's nose to follow.
"Moto!", Zelda whispered as she hugged the creature fiercely. The Keaton 'ku'ed' and licked her several times in the face, before racing to the top of her bonnet. There, it began to glance around, twitching it's huge ears steadily.
"Well then…now that that's done, I'd like you to meet some… family of my own.".
Zelda yelped when a hand was laid on her shoulder. Behind her was a boy of 13. He was a hair taller than she was, and had a slight build, but he was quite lean and his muscles were well defined. His skin was red, and his hair was matted and dark. He wore nothing but baggy white pants with a large red sash, almost like a Gerudo. His eyes were a dark red color, but when they met with Zelda's baby blues, they softened to a slate gray.
"This is Spane. Spane, this is the Princess I told you about. The one who'll help us?".
The boy nodded tersely. "Pleased to meet you.". How was he able to sneak up on her like that, with not even her magic being able to detect him? Not even Invincible's done that before.
"Does she talk, or does all she do is stand and look petulant?".
Zelda turned. In front of her was a little boy. Maybe 6 or 7. He wore a purple turban on his bald head. He was wearing a black woolen shirt, and with a large white sash around his waist, and a pair of strange, flowing dress like pants that split along the middle*. His skin was dark, and his eyes were bright and green. He was also floating upside down, staring straight into Zelda's eyes.
*think…samurai's pants. :p -author
Chike grinned and gestured towards the boy. "And this is Theuk, Spane's …brother.".
Zelda gulped. "Um… greetings.". She could feel explosive magical powers recoiling inside the boy. This was getting complicated. She shrunk the spark of Wisdom inside her to try to appear unassuming.
Theuk flipped around and crossed his arms, all while still floating. "Hmph. Your attempt on hiding your shabby magical powers is pretty pathetic. I practically heard you trying to tuck it away. Puh-lease.". He wore a wicked smile and continued. "I'm the greatest mage in the world, don't-you-know? Then again…you do have potential…".
Zelda looked at him, then at Spane behind her, and then at Er Chike. "So then, I suppose I'm surrounded?".
Chike glanced at the other two and waved them away. Spane immediately backed away, turned, and walked down the hallway. Theuk crossed his arms in an angry huff, and vanished with a crack of green light.
The Princess looked around and then turned to Chike in anger. "With the power of those two at your command, what could you possibly want with me?".
Er Chike let out a small laugh, and covered his black lips with a gloved hand. "Princess, first they're not at my 'command'. Second, as powerful as they may be, the do not complete the puzzle I am trying to solve. Only you can do that. You might want to take a good look at your hand to understand more.". He pivoted and began to leave down the hall, before calling back: "Oh, and you wont be permitted to eat full meals in your room anymore. Join us later for dinner. Good day.".
Zelda watched him go with a venomous stare. "Good riddance", she thought. She had to get out of here. She had to find a wa-
Her left hand was in front of her face, and she was staring at it with disbelief. She began to tremble violently, and she feared she was about to lose her breakfast.
This was impossible! It was much too soon for this, she wasn't even 13 yet!
This was for her mother, not for her! She had seen it on her mother the morning of the kidnapping in the Light World. Yet there it was, and the longer she stared at it, the more severe her trembling became.
On the back of her left hand blazed the symbol of everything she was not, everything she was too young to have achieved yet. The ultimate symbol of the Hylian Hierarchy. The symbol of ultimate responsibility. The symbol of ultimate magical power.
Triforce.
End of The Missing Link
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This ends Part 1 of The New Divinity: Missing Link!!!! Hope you Enjoyed it. Part 2 begins next. I have the notes done for the chapter, but no catchy name yet. o_O. In any case…more on Zelly's adventures in la Costa de Chike. Oh, and I said I'd get to Zelly's mother Zelda getting some answers from Sahasarala's book. Plus, of course, the further antics of Link, Luto, Itali and Rune. The adventure is just beginning! Thanks for reading. Please review. Later Medafighters! I'm out!