Children Of Destiny

By Sasammi

Sasammi@hotmail.com

If your expecting the "Oh, Tyler" and "Oh Margaret" mush you're wrong! Love in a madness not a disease!! Enjoy. A/N

-Traitor? Traitor…am I…really…-

The glaring lilac blue sky shimmered through the tousled budding breaches lightly coated in lime moss arching overhead. The warm breeze was slowly turning cold as it pushed by the twisted sturdy trees and chilled his body as the wind crept under his clothes and tossed hair in front of his face. The sweet song of the nightingales flowed in the air. Wandering white clouds stretched across the great abyss, the sun hung high in the blue. His eyes drifted along from shape to shape. The gentle airy silhouettes moved slowly across the vast heavens, changing form as they moved. In every single cloud her feature stood out. Her captivating face wouldn't leave him alone. He exhaled a puff of hot moist air. A thousand unanswerable questions ran through his mind. He looked down at Epona's wild white mane and stroked each satin strand. Epona slightly shook her head in approval of his petting. She trotted along under the shadows of the long entangled arms of snaking branches, the earthy red soil road scratched away under her hoofs.

Zenia looked over at him. She was smugly riding to his right on a black muscular stallion with unruly red hair, it was somewhat strangely familiar to one Link had seen several years ago. Despite her well-earned victory his distance downhearted mood was pulling her down with him. She tried to shake off this heavy atmosphere several times with small talk and jokes but Link was adamant on self-torture.

"Are you Okay? You'd think I'd asked you to butcher whole a village!!"

He just looked up at her with his puppy dog eyes and a puzzle expression. He sighed yet again and dropped his head.

"Fine. I guess." He tried to smile a little but failed. He gazed back at the sky and returned to his hypnotic daydreams.

Serros and Reffra were on horse back behind them. Reffra's leaking wound was dressed up in soft cotton bandages but the nagging pain still lingered. The both of them rode in silence, not speaking a word to one another. It wasn't so much that they pissed off with each other, or because of the minor setbacks at the wedding, it was Link. They believed that trying to cheer him up in their weird ways would probably drive him more into his downward spiral and also being around him made them nervous and anxious. They both secretly feared him. He was a natural skilled killer of their kind and the only one to ever defeat Ganon in battle. This commanded a lot of respect among them both and their people. He could have been crowned their new king if he desired because of his great skill and reputation. They respected his need for silence.

His back was still arched while he sat, he didn't move much or say much to anyone, too deep in thought.

"All that trouble, for just one thing." He murmured. Zenia's memory was jogged and she pulled out the rose from the leather side-saddle pocket. She held it flat in her hand, she would have stroked its smooth petals but the whole thing had been crystallized in clear orange prickles.

Before they all had left the Temple of time, Zenia had demanded Link to hand over his Din's Fire crystal to her. When she held both objects in her hands they seemed to react to each other, the crystal started to crackle and grow. The rose slowly began to bloom and grow redder. The crystal expanded rapidly and reached out for the rose and they both agreeably joined together in an all mighty flash. The fiery rose was coated with orange shards of crystal; it had become hard and lifeless, and remained perfect inside. At this point not even Link had the slightest idea of what she was doing. She claimed that this way it would stay perfect forever. She looked down at it blissfully, just like she did back then.

"Hmm, I like roses. They're so beautiful in bloom."

"Zelda likes roses." He said uncomfortably. She rolled her eyes again.

"Are you going to be like this all the way back!"? His head still hung low.

"Yep."

"Then I should kill you now then, you've fulfilled your purpose!"

"Thanks." She had meant it as a joke but he didn't react to it kindly. He still sulked. It was evil of her but she couldn't but get a buzz at his expense, she giggled to herself. He didn't find it at all that funny. Her mocking laughter reminded him of her father, such an evil laugh and that was always at his expense as well. He scowled but nothing more, he couldn't be bothered to be angry with her. He looked up front to see the dark green hill starting to twinkle with bright yellow lights as the sun set behind it. This would be his new home, not really what he was accustom to.

-Well, look on the bright side, your a traitor, turned your back on your friends, your country, betrayed and ran away from the one you care for, things couldn't get any worse.-

He turned around in the saddle and looked back at the misty clouds of Death Mountains fading on the horizon. Home sweet home, he'd miss it. He felt rotten but never lost sight of hope.

-I hope she read it.-

(Meanwhile.)

She sat lady like on the red velvet cushion placed on the virgin waxed wooden seat, next to her sat Impa, her trusted confidant, stony faced as usually, but Zelda could tell want she was thinking. Damien sat in front of her scowling at the floor. His immaculate attire scuffed up, his arms crossed and his hair had fallen out of the once neat ponytail at the back. That stupid boy showed him up in front of a crowd of hundreds. Maybe death was too soft a punishment for such a rogue, he would pay dearly for this, his heart was set on it. He started sniggering as plots of revenge ran through head. Her placid father sat and stared out of the window pondering on the day's events. He closed his eyes and groaned. That, back there, was an act of war, but a weird one. It seemed to create more as an annoyance than a declaration. The real problem was, who was there to fight or retaliate with or negotiate with. Her grand army of Stalfos vaporized at the snap of her fingers. Then she, the two lizard creatures and the boy fled the city on horseback and were untraceable, his men searched for them but the trail had grown cold. This woman had cleverly planned her escape long and hard, such a smart cunning creature. He didn't like that. Maybe he should prepare for a surprise attack. But ... the boy, why?

"He ... betrayed us ... it's my fault, humph." She heard him whisper to himself. He stunned as the rest.

The coach rocked a little as the wooden wheels rolled over small round cobbles. Out of the window the mellow light green oak wood stretched out for miles and the blue sky as high as the window frame, a shot a blindly light through the top of the glass. She looked out dreamily out the window and she felt herself choked up inside, her head swam with mixed emotion of joy and dread. She looked down at the ice blue ocarina on her lap; his sweet touch on it was now cold. As the men opposite were wallowing in their own self-pity, she quietly slipped out the rough brown paper coiled up inside. She unrolled it gently and softly giggled to herself. She remembered when she tried to teach Link to read and write at the age of ten. He was so eager to learn and did learn fast! But his spelling and handwriting always remained dreadful. Her eyes scanned over his chicken scratchin's. It read.

(If you notice spelling mistakes in the following text, don't flame me, there suppose to be there smart-ass!)

Dear Princes,

If you're reading this then you discovered me lurking in the temple, as I knew you would. I swore that I would always try to protect you, my childhood promise, but I unfortunately bring you terriable news. If our efforts are successful at the temple then Ganon will be released in a matter of months. But even in these grave times, no matter what I do, I am not a traytor. I promise no harm should be fall Hyrule. But his presense is urgently needed in order to truly restore peace to Hyrule along with the True force. I wish I could tell you more but I can't. Just trust me.

Luv Link

Her face grew sombre.

-What?! That can't be right. No, it couldn't be, Link no. This doesn't make any sense? True peace? With Ganon? Why? Why would Link ever be willing to release him? He knows that only chaos would be set free not peace! And the True force, that just a myth! This is not a good enough excused, especially not from him.-

She could have crushed the paper in her hands.

-He better have a better excuse, or a mind!-

But despite her thundering questions she blindly trusted him, she knew he'd have good reason, in her hearts of hearts and he would always keep his promises.

The piece of paper itself looked like the torn bottom half of a page. She could faintly see words or characters pressing through. She turned over the paper to see what it was it had been written on it. The word on the opposite side appeared not Elven and unreadable at first. Not because of the print, it was perfect, so it seemed, but it was another language some how familiar. She brooded over on it for a minute.

-Goblin! It's Goblin! ......- She was delighted, but wait, -Goblin!? What is Link doing with Goblins? They're horrid creatures, cunning, evil and so self absorbed.- She glanced up at Damien. - ... Hmm.-

She was to say the least very confused; nothing seemed to make sense anymore. His motives, even the enemies' motives weren't clear. Why wait for Ganon to set himself free, why not let him out now? How come Link believes that is the only way forward? Is this the only way forward? And why Goblins as allies when they can't be trusted except to save their own skins. There was also something about his eyes back there, a deep guilt or was it something else? She'd have to ask the only one person she knew that had these answers to find the real truth. And that would be no easy matter. She stared out the window, and sympathetically tried to rationalise these mixed motives and feelings. She looked back at the paper and tried to think of a plan. Damien raised his head and noticed the paper in her hands.

"What are you reading?" he said softly and curiously.

"It none of your business." She murmured unintentionally

"Pardon?" He sparked.

She jolted and released what she said but he couldn't read this!

"Nothing," She tried to say calmly with a smile, "its a poem, a er child wrote for me, she handed to me when I entered the chapel ... isn't that right Impa?" Impa sat calmly in her seat with her arms crossed.

"Yes Princess Zelda." Impa nodded like-minded and said it with a smile. She had read the note over Zelda's shoulder and was as baffled as Zelda by the contexts but understood that this information would only confound Link's guilt further if in the wrong hands, such as his.

"Oh really, then let me read." He was almost sarcastic. He didn't trust neither one of them for a second.

-That little Shit- The princess screamed in her head over and over. She broke out in cold sweat. -He called my bluff!!- She had to think fast. - ... Hmm maybe.-

"Sure, here." She sat forward on the edge of her seat. As she lent forward to passed the light thin paper over to his open palm, she let her hand drift over to the open window of the coach door and loosed her graceful grip. The paper was quickly ripped out of her hands by the gusting wind outside. She watched it contently as it fluttered by the clear glass. She turned and faced the arrogant prince. She felt herself slip back to her old ways.

"Oh darn, and that was a really nice poem too." She uttered sarcastically, "Oh well, maybe I can re-write it for you by memory?" She smiled at him 'whole-heartedly'. His angry eyes stayed fixed on her as he slumped back into the seat.

Goblins and lizards and Ganon. Strange new companions of a once former great hero. She wandered into her pure white marble room with its russet oak furniture and window frames. The airy room filled with piecing bright light across the slab flooring. The French window doors were wide open and blew the fine white curtain around the window bay. Three large six-foot mirrors sat in the corner of the room mildly out of place to her other furniture. Her morning clothes were stretched across the floor in front of them. She took sometime to scan over the room for changes she knew wouldn't be there; maybe she hoped to see someone she knew. He used to creep into her room and surprise her with gifts he really couldn't afford, he never understood that his money meant nothing to her. She heaved a sigh in great disappointment. She took off the pathetic veil and sparkling diamond tiara and threw them both on to the glossy cream sheets of her for four-poster bed and strolled over to the mirrors.

She stood before them, staring intensely at her own reflection, at her almost perfect image. A couple of pieces of hair had came loose, the piece of rough brown cloth tied tightly around her arm and the few smudges of dust on her flawless dress. She pulled the hairgrips out her locks and let them fall down her back and over her shoulders.

She started to look intently, deeply into her own blue eyes for what seemed like hours until her own image had lost all meaning. They were just clear fleshy, organic shapes on sliver glass and nothing more. She couldn't see her own beauty anymore and yet it was there. She stared deeply into her soul and started to ask questions of herself, deep questions. Was she really a strong person? People seemed to think so, but she only saw herself as pathetic, at the moment, to be honest. This time four months ago she willing to take her own life, is that really strong? She always did wont she did, because she had to, not because she chose to. But isn't that what makes her strong? Her selflessness? She did have remarkable strength and strong will but she had been tried through this tough time, and still in her moments of weakness she held on to hope, that was why the Goddesses chose her to be the keeper, the seven sages.

But she only truly felt complete when he was with her though, when she had his courage. His image played in the background over the mirror, his elegant smile and his playful attitude, she longed for his sweet friendship. She stroked the picture in the glass only to feel it's icy cold reflection. Her thoughts slowly drifted towards Link solely. Everything had been so perfect between them before her father interfered, that was almost a year ago now after Link came back from one of his crusades. Those silent nights they spend together under the starry sky on the rooftops, as friends though it sometimes drifted to something a little more.

She knew her royal duties as a princess and that she shouldn't get too attached to him, it would only hurt her and him. She could have accepted a royal marriage back then with little disagreement but times change and people changes but facts don't. He probably would of settled down happily and have a family with another girl from the village or from else where, so she kept telling herself, but trying to let go of him was the hardest thing she ever had to do. She tried for many years as she grew up with him, to forget a real future with him in it, but instead the more she tried to repress her feeling the stronger they became. They almost ruled her. And with each valiant rescue he became more attached to her, trying to keep her from harms way. In the end she gave up trying to forget him and fell completely, no, madly in love with him; how foolish. A strong authority figure cowering to a sappy emotion. Her cheeks redden and blushed whenever he walked by; she was lost her words from time to time and laughed for no good reason at his bad jokes. She never knew (before that is) if he shared these same emotions for her. He was shy at times but was that because he knew that she like him or was he was just act this way with everyone but she happened to think it was special for her? She hated not knowing.

She'd known him since childhood and still he was a complete mystery to her. All the wisdom in the world was hers in the palm of her hand and she couldn't understand Link's precious mind. This was how she felt now. They were life long friends and now he seemed to taken a turn for the worst. Link would never side with evil, would he? Maybe he was brainwashed or they captured him and have some sort of spell or power over him. Despite his actions Zelda was she was thankful that she wasn't going to be forced to live with that monster. Another question quickly jumped to mind.

How did he come back from the dead?

-How? How is it possible? Did she do it? How? Is she strong than me to do that? Of course she is, it's Ganon's bad blood.-

She turned around and looked hard at the stone letter opener still on her dresser. She didn't want to lose the one she cared for again. She walked over to it and grabbed it in her right hand and paced back to the mirror, thinking.

-But is he my Link at all? He ... could be ... Dark Link, it would explain his motives ...... but not his feeling of remorse.-

She stared hopeless into the mirror.

-Oh Link, why did you do this!? I need an answer.-

She looked down at the piece of cold grey sharp stone letter opener in her hand.

-Has he ... betrayed me? But why? For her? I guess I have no choice. It has to be done. They should understand why.-

She could now feel her second wind coming. She brought the blade up her throat. Her path was clear now.

Impa walked along the narrow corridor. The clang of her metal trembled down the walls. She was coated in shielding armour all down the one right arm, chest plate, thighs with the whole body underneath in skintight black leather. Her platinum hair in one short ponytail with a stray fringe. Even in her late 50's she had her divine youth, that's Sheikah's for you. The astonishing bright light made the white halls and shade of calm grey. When she approached the princess's door and she gently wrapped her knuckles on the hallow wood and waited patiently. No response. She tapped again but still no reply. This time she pushed down steadily on the gold handle and peered into the quiet room.

"Zelda? Princess Zelda are you there?" She whispered. There was still no answer. She flung the doors wide open. The whole place was silent; the warm breeze was the only thing that stirred in the room. She quickly examined the area for trouble; her and Damien had a lot of fights recently as her emotion boiled over about his cruel deed and his suppressive manner. Her eyes whipped around for anything out of place, her heart pounded in her chest when her eyes finally focussed on the floor. On the stone slabs there was bundle of white silk and lump of golden hair at the end of the bed. She ran over to it in pure panic and crouched down the see it was just only a bundle of silk and blonde hair (Ha! Fooled ya! It was April Fool's when I wrote this!). She stood up in flashes of anger. Her emotions were toyed with yet again today.

"ZELDA! ... Come out of hiding!"

A clattering came from behind a woven beige screen and a slender darken figure exposed itself shyly. She steadily stepped out blocking the light of the window, the mirror reflect a slit of light across her eyes. She wore dark earthy brown boots with thin cloth straps wrapped around them and the only pair of skin tight pants she had, they were a chocolate cotton and all frayed on the edges. She also wore cream suede jacket laced up with flat cotton string, the collar and cuff of the white shirt still showing. Her new whispery blonde fringe chunked together and tickled the end her nose and the edges spanned out to an inch below the jaw line. The rest of her hair was tucked under the reddish brown 'robin hood' styled hat minus one feather. Her feminine face passed her off as a handsome young man.

Impa wished she had never taught her that trick.

"What are you doing Zelda?"

She pulled her head away from her eyes and barged passed to the head of her huge bed. The colour of her eyes changed too; a red, by magic (if you've seen the Craft you'll know what I mean, it's a cool movie).

"It's Sheik."

Impa looked at her amazed, she still had a little fight left, and today must have sparked something. Zelda reached out for the belt and sword lying across her bed and fastened the gold buckle together in the centre and slipped the broad sword into the burgundy sheath and pulled the flaps of the jacket over it.

"Oh really and what are you doing Sheik?" Zelda turned to her and sighed softly.

"I'm going to find the truth." She said with conviction.

"Hmm, so you're going to find Link? ... I know you better than you do." She hated when she said that but in was sometimes sadly true. She started to walk back to her.

"So what if I am?" She looked up at her and went to grab the black bag from off the crafted blanket box at the end of the bed. Impa snatched at her hand as Zelda ensnared the bag in her grip.

"You do realise it will be extremely dangerous. Would he want you to do this? Do you even know where he is?" She stared at her visage for sometime avoiding the first question and instead answering the second question.

"It's ... 5 miles east. Goblin country. In Lymhara ... I assume." Impa let go.

"But you don't know for sure though ... that piece of paper" She murmured under her breath " ... they may have left there earlier day to come here, what makes you think they'll return?"

"Because they'll need rest for their horses and for themselves before leaving the country properly and the Goblin city would be perfect, they are always neutral to all disputes in this area. Plus travelling in that area at night is dangerous..." Impa looked back at her with a superior frown, she just proved her point. Zelda walked over to the bedside table and picked up some clean solid gold cutlery and placed them in the bag, just in case, she also threw in the tiara and other jewellery, all expect the sapphire heart pendant. She looked at it lovingly in her cupped hand.

"And what if he is there Princess? Then what?" She turned around and looked at her a little puzzled.

"I don't know. I guess I'll to go with my instincts." Impa sneered.

"Humph, you mean your heart. I'm honestly afraid of what you might do, you can be a very emotionally girl." Zelda flicked her eyes and started to tie the pendant around her neck. "Damien will suspect, he doesn't trust us both." Impa said.

"That man is a toad!" She scorned, "really, if my father likes him so much why doesn't he marry him!" She snorted, Impa giggled a little and abruptly stopped. Zelda laughed a bit to. Maybe he was a toad from a fairytale, it would explain his greedy slimy attitude. She walked of to Impa and kissed her on the cheek.

"Please keep this a secret, tell my father I'm resting." Impa looked at her sort of scared and deeply concerned, "Don't worry I'll be alright." This didn't convince her, Zelda sighed. "I'm sorry for running away like this but I've already made up my mind now. I've had enough of this and I'm not going to stay here any longer with him, try to forgive me but this isn't a fairytale and I can't expect everything to happen for me. It about time I made an effort to put things right, for everyone, including myself. I'm not helpless like Damien keeps telling me." She bowed her head, "my love can't be sacrificed, not again. I believe Link needs more than anyone here. You're going to have to let me go." Impa began to smile a little. She understood. She looked down and placed her hand under the pendant.

"This will give you away, here allow me." She tucked it under the suede jacket out of sight. Impa always possessed the mothers touch despite she never had a child of her own.

"Thank you." Zelda ran over to the window and prepared to climb down the creeping vines outside lapping over her balcony. Link had used so many times, how hard could it be?

"Wait." She stopped and turned around slowly. She was going to stop her after all.

"I'll take Quintis out to 'graze' in the field, I'll meet you there." Zelda smiled and started to climb and disappeared.

Okay, Okay I promise a lemon but this is only part 1, the chap was toooooooooooo long to be one chappie. Part 2 should be up VERY soon.