Children Of Destiny

By Sasammi

Sasammi@hotmail.com

**Revised**

ALL NEW PARTS!

Not much of the mystery woman from chapter one but she is here at the end of the chapter with a surprise! I've used some lyrics from "hanging by the moment" by Lifehouse A/N

Any additional characters in this story are mine and mine only, you hear!!

In the bitter cold air a sheet of pure white lay over the grassy plains and cobble roads. Flecks of fresh falling snow laced the heavens. At the magnificent majestic castle a dark wily, sly and skinny creature crawled around in the dreary shadows of the night; it leapt across the navy rooftops, wooden beams and open passageways. The creatures' steps were silent, it peered down on the guards below and it tried to keep out of their half-hearted inspection. There was a grand party taking place inside the palace, the gentle laughter warmed the air. Waiters and other servant staff scuttled around on orders with hearty laughs and friendly cheers. He could hear the festivities down the corridors but he wasn't invited. As soon as the sound of crunching snow from below had left and all the burly noise had gone, it leapt down in a heap with a small thud on the soft snow. The orange flickering glow from candles cast shadows on the wall opposite of the guards around the corner. The wily creature scattered and hid in the corner as familiar voices passed on by. Once in the safety of the silence again, it took flight and fled. It dashed across the grounds like lightening and scaled the tall marble wall.

Unknown to the wily creature a shadowy figure was watching from one of the well-lit doorways. It's dark locks drifting in the evening breeze. It had seen its calculated moves among the strangers and grounds. He stood there; with an intense stare across the gardens and passageways, his fists clenched. His ice blue eyes had observed every footfall and every leap. Prince Damien scowled, his pest problem was back but not for much longer. He soon disappeared into the blinding light of the room with a frown. Damien was a dark character, a bitter soul, probably because of his dreary and tortured past. He always got want he wanted with no exceptions and no street rat was getting in the way! He stormed in through the crowded passageways, he hated that little runt, and the princess his bride seemed to fall all over him, he didn't have her respect, yet, but he was going to get it by the end of the night. He slammed open the door to the guards room.

The wily creature jumped over the wall and landed in the plush gardens of vivid with greens drowned in an ocean of white. It was here he heard her voice again, in mid song. It was almost musical. She was an angel, his angel; perfect in every way, even in his darkness hours her loving memory saved him but also drove him to madness. He pushed back the thick ferns and watched her from the shadows, he found her looks enchanting. She was extraordinarily beautiful. He would gladly give up his life for one touch of her lips, one stolen kiss. He turned his back on her and lent against the tree, she was far out of his league. He lifted up his head in despair and looked at the stars. Their fate together was written in those skies, what will be will be he told himself; he sighed and came out of hiding.

The gardens were huge; empty skeletons of the great oaks scattered across the open ground and ever greens standing tall among the dying shrubbery. The stars littered the sky and glowed with their radiance. It all seemed like a painted stage scene with the warm lights of the castle torches behind it. The moonlight fell on her whispery blonde hair as it feathered over her cool eyes. She normally kept in pinned back but not tonight. She stood at the pond in her fine blue evening dress that swayed around her bare ankles. The thick ice sheet coated the navy waters, a droplet of water splashed on the surface before freezing. Her eyes were glassy from silent sobbing, but still a clear crystal blue. She was deep in thought. This whole incident left her feeling weak and insignificant. She saw herself only as a prize, no, a trophy sold to the highest bidder. No one thought about her, her feelings didn't matter and once the words "I do" passed her lips it was all over for her; she'd have no life to call her own. She couldn't bear to think about Damien and the future she held with him. She hated feeling helpless like with no control over her own life. But she knew the enviable. As Link approached her, she noticed him. He startled her.

He oozed with boyish elven charm. He seemed to be withdrawn and weakened also. He always had a smile on his face when he saw her but not tonight, he was cut deep in the library that day; his wounds were still fresh. He paced towards her almost calmly; he shook a little from nerves. The snow cracking beneath him feet as he walked.

His hair was roughly parted, unkempt, ragged yet fetching. He no longer wore the tunic, only a loose cotton white shirt that showed a little chest since the top button had snapped off long ago. No more yoke white tights instead baggy chocolate brown pants and leather boots with brass buckles and caps but he still wore her brown velvet cloak. Tonight he seemed more attractive and dignified. He stood before her only a couple of feet away from her, her eyes glanced over him, and she acted like she hadn't seen him for years. His ocean blue eyes seemed troubled and yet she smiled.

"Link, you came back." She whispered sternly trying to collect her composure again and hide her excitement.

"Of course, you didn't think a couple of stone walls could deter me did you?" He tried to joke.

"You know it's too dangerous to be around here, you should go back, for your own safety." She didn't mean it, she wanted his company.

"And go where, Zelda?" His voice more stern.

She gracefully walked over to him.

"Home." She whispered. Her head bowed and a weak smile.

"Home is where the heart is."

She felt his coarse hand rest beneath her chin and lifted it up. He was smiling at her heartily, his eyes were now warm.

"There's nothing to worry about princess, not tonight." He found himself stroking her hair, staring into eyes profoundly.

The two stood still in the wind; she could feel the cold severely through the delicate garments. She couldn't bring herself to bear with disturbing feeling inside, but with him around everything didn't seem to matter as much. She shivered as the wind blew up her shirt, Link untied the ribbon on the hooded cloak and threw it on her back and tied it around her neck. As he did she grabbed his cold hands, deep in thought. He kept on smiling in the hopes she'd cheer up. He cared for her deeply, affectionately. Damien knew nothing about her like he did or cared as he did. He could never have her heart as long as he kept it close to his.

"It's great to have you back, you know, the castles' no fun without you ... but how did you know I would be here, in the gardens?"

"I know you." He smiled.

"Hmm," She smiled a little with their hands still cupped, she tilted her head, smiled at him. Pleasant carefree childhood memories came rushing back.

Link always made her smile even if he didn't say any thing, he had that talent along with many others she knew and some she'd probably would never know.

"You should be in there celebrating."

"I don't want to be ..."

Link and Zelda moved closer to each other, and he gazed at her lovingly as she rested her head on his shoulder.

" ... I'd rather be here. With you."

"I'm always here for you, you know that. Despite your father." She held it back no longer; the nagging jaws of reality came biting back.

"If my father does catch's you, you'll be--"

"I don't care, it doesn't matter to me any more." She pulled her head away to look at him.

"Link don't be foolish, you should leave, now." She turned around to leave but he grabbed her hand.

"No. The only thing I'm living for in this world is..." She turned around, he closed his eyes, took a deep breathe and then started to whisper "I came here to say something, and, and ... now that I'm here ... I don't quite know how to say it ..." He paused for sometime and smiled at her for sometime before speaking again, "I'm ... falling ... in love, with you, ... even more with each passing day. No matter what happens, I'll always be with you. You understand that right?" He stared at her waiting for comforting words, anything to show that she cared.

"I--" She stumbled over her words as a wave of emotion carried them away. She had always hoped that this would happen, but not like this. But it was now or never, Link had already realized this "I ... I ... love you ......... but ..." She whispered.

The feelings towards him it was there in her eyes when she looked at him, her love was his. There was nothing else to lose. Without her he was a dead man but with her...

He brought up his hand to stroke her face. His fingers ran through her silken hair. He knew this was wrong but he couldn't hold back. He brought his face closer to hers; she could feel his breath tickle her cheek. She closed her eyes. But no, if they were caught ...

"No Link we can't risk it." She broke away for him.

She turned to left but was whipped back round by his grip. She felt the impact of his lips; briefly. He gazed into her eyes before kissing her again, more passionately. She couldn't resist no more, she threw her arms around his neck. He grew bolder with his kiss. He started to push gently back her lips. She felt the butterflies' rise in her stomach has her mouth filled with his warmth. He put his arm around her and pulled her in tightly. She was trapped in his deep embrace.

Tears started to stream down her face, she understood that there was nothing in this world that could change his mind now, not now he had her in his arms at last.

The gardens, the trees, everything melted away. The only thing that existed was that moment in time. She felt his hand slide down the side of her body, on to her hips. She soon completely forgot about Damien as Link pulled her dress up ever so slightly. The night probably would have ended beautifully until reality snatched her back with the intense tug of her clothing from behind.

It happened so quickly. Her eyes were still partly shut but she heard Link's faint cry.

When she opened her eyes she saw them. Several palace guards and Kiro were standing around them both. Zelda soon found herself in the grip of two guards. Link was knocked to his knees on the snow. He was holding on to his chest and wheezing. He was shaking from the pain and a splatter of blood in the corner of his mouth. Kiro stood in front of him his head hung in shame, his fists tight; knuckles white.

"Link, I tried to warn you lad...." He said softly. Link never lifted his head.

"But you of all people know how strongly I feel..." He coughed again.

She struggled forwards.

"Sir Kiro, what are you doing?" She cried. He turned to face her.

"I'm really sorry princess, but… I have my orders." The colour drained from her face.

"Orders?"

"Sorry," He turned to the guards, "take her to room, please, she doesn't need to see this."

"Kiro?" They started to move her away, Link looked up his eyes clogged with tears and he gently smiled at her. "KIRO!!"

-It's better to of loved and lost,

Than to never to have loved at all,-

Impa found her in the morning staring out of the balcony at the rising sun. Her face was still bleak and worried. She had wet streaks down her face. She stood there lifeless, leaning on the wooden arch of her balcony in her virgin white bedroom, her skirt tangled in the breeze. The wind chilled the room and despite she was in only a thin silk dress, she didn't feel the cold, not anymore. She was numb, emotionally. She quickly glanced at the cloak draped across her untouched bed, memories flooded back. She knew the penalty, but she didn't want to believe it.

-They wouldn't, not to Link- She squeezed her eyes tightly -Oh please Goddesses, please.-

She heard Impa as she stopped at the dresser in the bedroom. Behind her was Kiro, when he saw her standing there his guilt turned him to the exit the room but Impa grabbed his arm and murmured,

"It's the right thing to do, and you know it."

"Well if you had done your job, this wouldn't of happened." he said half-hearted.

Impa didn't change her expression. The princess started to drag her feet towards them. She held her left arm tightly until it hurt, her nails piecing the skin underneath, blobs of blood smudged on the silk. Zelda didn't look Impa in the eye; she knew what she was going to say. Instead she stared at the polished stone letter opened on the dark wooden surface of the dresser.

"What new news do you bring?" She addressed them. She relied on her breeding in troubled times.

Impa pushed Kiro forward; his head still hung in shame but even more so in disgust. He took a deep breath, fearing it would be his last.

"Link's ... dead, your highness." The words seemed to echo around the room.

Zelda felt sick. She already knew. Her heart pounded against her chest as her whole world collapsed. She had hoped incessantly for a brighter future for the both of them, if she had known this would happen, if only, maybe she could of…

She did nothing to stop it, the waterworks returned but she didn't blubber. This had to be a joke, they wouldn't, they couldn't! The bittersweet irony; dying by the hands of the people he'd saved over and over again. Ganon would have cherished this moment. She felt herself boil up inside,

"You're lying." She hissed; Kiro looked at her.

"I--I'm sorry, but it's the truth."

"No, you're lying!" She cried. Kiro took another deep breath. She began to withdraw again.

"I'm really sorry your highness…"

"No...it can't be!" She whined. She read his disturbed eyes, he told the truth. Kiro's emotions were starting to show as he squeezed his hands tightly. She didn't know what to feel, pity, denial, anger, overwhelming sadness? But one thing was clear… "Who? Why?"

"It happened late last night, princess. Link was taken to the dungeons by your fathers orders, he was only going to imprisoned for life or exile and he would tell you otherwise, that was all princess your father didn't have the heart to follow out his word but... Damien was there..."

"Damien?" She gasped.

"Yes, he ordered the rest of my company to leave. He...mercilessly tortured him for hours to teach you a lesson to obey him in future, and before dawn broke he took Link's own sword and ..."He trailed off as the princess backed off in shock.

The reality of the situation hit her hard, she didn't want to hear it any more. Her eyes filled with terror. He was dead, he was dead, by his hands; this made her sick to her stomach. She could never look Damien in the face again; that murderer. She took a glance at the letter opener. She span around and snatched at it, her crystal tear droplets splatter across the floor. Impa and Kiro jumped up in surprise. She kept backing off with it in her hands, drowning in own tears. She gripped it tightly in her hand and she turned to the rising sun. There was nothing else to live for, so why bother. The passion of her actions lost in her emotions. Impa and Kiro tried to offer words of support but she couldn't hear them anymore. She was lost without him. She clasped both her hands around it and brought the point to her chest, to plunge into her heart, to the depths of her soul; Juliet style. She stared at the stone piece and prayed the Goddesses for her forgiveness. She raised it up and it glistened.

Kiro tackled her from behind. His huge arms wrapped around her waist as they both fell to the floor and the blade flew off the balcony. She watched through her water as her last chance of happiness flew out the window.

*****

Back in the shadows of the graves, (remember this was where we started) the fiery red head knelt in ore of the tombstone. The moon's perfect glow shone upon her. The wind had died down now as she sat there. She stroked the carving in the marble and despite his doomed fate; she felt no real pity. She swept her hair from out of her hood. Her flat red locks fell to the floor, her emerald eyes widened with excitement as an evil grin crept across her face. Out of her pocket she pulled a gold ring with a paw print carved on it. She slipped it on her index finger; the band of gold glinted. A serge of energy rushed from it. She felt it's power, such energy coursing through her veins. She sniggered to herself and placed her hands on the headstone and pushed with every inch of her strength. The cover stone slipped off so easily, her face fell into the grass. Underneath the stone a hole was revealed.

In the darkness of the tomb she leapt, and in the depth of darkness she stood. She gracefully swayed her arms in circular motion and shouted...

"Flarosis." A ball of flames formed in the palm of her hand and then flew to the back of the room lighting the two torches. In their vivid blaze it lit up the stone table with a huddle of clothes lying on top. She made her approach to the stones and strolled along side it; she held her hand to her face. She gazed that the crippled figure that lay on top. All that remained was a skeleton covered in mint green skin, his lush blonde locks were all withered and white. He was in fine red garments and his sword lay on top of his body with his hands clutched around the handle. A pitiful end for a great warrior.

She sat herself on the floor some distance from the corpse and sighed,

"So... this is the great protector," she murmured. "Humph, all hope is not lost, it never is."

She put her hand into her deep felt pockets and pulled out a crystal jar. It was all sorts of weird colours, the shape was bumpy and bubbly and inside it there was a sparkling pink light. The lady placed it in front of the stone table. Her head hung low as she sat in deep concentration. Her every breath focussed her energy. She placed her hands around the bottle and began to speak, in ancient elven, but it would of sounded like this.

Spirit of old, spirits of youth, hear me.

By the divine power of the Goddesses,

I beckon thee,

From Sun to Moon,

And Moon to Sun,

May the faults of the past be undone.

Let his spirit now be free,

So I have commanded, so shall it be!

These words began to echo themselves around the room in many whispered voices out of sync with each other only moment after been spoken.

As she chanted a curious wind encircled her body and glowed, and a weird figure or face shifted in the glow. When she reached the words 'so shall it be', all the voice boomed and the magic was dispelled into the bottle. The bottle began to rock backwards and forwards. It finally toppled over and smashed on the floor. A fuchsia fairy emerged; it unfolded its clear pink wing's to behold its small nude body. It seemed like a firefly, it's tiny arms and legs were filled with pink electricity and covered in a strange blaze. It stared into the face of the young lady but was drawn to the dead body of Link. It fluttered over his motionless remains and examined his features. In an explosion of excitement it whipped around him. Everyway it flew it shed dust, that when it touched his skin, it breathed life back in. The flesh began to rebuild around his bones, his youthful looks started to return. The lady stood there stunned and watched the small creature work it's magic, from his feet to his brow, time reversed. The small pixie seemed to chirp as it did its work, and as it did the weird wind return behind it's wings. When it had at last it finished the fairy gave out a small shriek and evaporated in the air and it's remains turned to dust and fell upon his head. The young lady walked over to him, and lent over his torso to stare at his face, he stayed motionless. She could see why the pathetic girls of this miserable land mourned so. His handsome features were remarkable. She stroked his face and eased forward to kiss his frozen lips. Has she did, a breeze of warm air brushed against her face. She opened her eyes in shock.

-It worked! -

He smoothly opened his eyes. The miracle had happened within the dark. The lady laughed in astonishment. She couldn't believe her eyes, it worked. His vision slow returned but it was blurred; all he could see was muddled shapes, surrounded by only darkness. When at last he focussed his eyes he saw hers.

"Zelda?" He wheezed.

"No sweetheart, I'm not that feeble."

Link eyes widened as his eyes finally adjusted to the light. He saw her face properly, she looked very beautiful but also very menacing, her long crimson hair tickled his cheeks. He shot up almost throwing her across the room. He leapt off the table and knocked over a torch while panicking he eyed the darkness nervously . He had some trouble seeing. His eyes couldn't focus on anything far away. She walked over to him as he tried to collect his bearings. He saw her shape emerge from the shadows.

"Where am I?" He shouted at her, there was evil in the air, he could sense it but not from where it came from.

"Calm down, your in a tomb, your tomb." He stared at her shocked and bewildered, "Don't you remember? You died!" She still seemed very ecstatic and spoke with an air of laughter in her voice. He paused for a moment to try and think.

"Yes…no…I.......I don't know," He clenched his head, this was all too confusing. Where was he? Where was the bliss he had felt previous? Those three heavenly images approaching him? The last few moments of his life before death ran through his head. "I remember…" He then screamed in agony as a gut wrenching pain of cold steal rushed through his stomach and slowly up to his chest. His breathe quicken, deepen. It stopped for a while. He felt like he so choking on blood, his inside being ripped apart, falling through the hole in his abdomen. His eyes widened and his pupils shrunk in horror as he knelt to the floor on his hands, he began panting, the pain mind splitting pain never leaving. The pain welcomed death. The torture continued until he heard a silent whisper say into his head 'you'll never see my princess again, I'll make sure of that!' The intense pain returned in his heart and twisted to torture. The anguish was unbearable, he wanted to die but the pain wouldn't him. He let out a bloodcurdling scream and clenched his chest.

"Zelda," he uttered before he give way and fell to the ground.

"Oh fuck!" The lady ran to him and nursed him in her arms, "I knew something like this would happen."

"Is this hell?" He croaked. She looked at him puzzled.

"No, this is Hyrule, don't worry."

"Who are you..." He murmured, she smiled to herself.

"I'm Zenia Dragmire, Ganon's daughter."

O_o. Now there's a twist. I know is crap but if you like that then review it, oh you will, ah you will. You will, you will, you will, you will YOU WILL!!^_^. I know it seemed like a lemon building up but you'll have to wait for that BWAHAHAHAHAHA *cough* ahem. Chapter four is on the way and then the real story begins. A/N