Slow Like Honey
Written by: Liv






This wasn't right. This wasn't fair. But life never was nor had it ever claimed to be.

"Hurry princess, there's no time to spare!"

Taking one last look at her home, swallowing back the salty tears that begged to be released, she turned and took a hold of her destiny.

"I'm ready."





. . .





What was it about death that terrified people?

The pain? The loss? Or better yet, the reality of not knowing a thing about it?

It wasn't exactly something you could tease and taste, something you could take a quick dip into, to test and let everyone know how it felt; a one-way ticket if you will, with no turning back. And it wasn't like you had a choice either. You didn't have any.

It chose you.

We like to think that it's a step, like putting a key into a lock; you had to if you wanted to get to the other side. Death was our step. Our key-in-lock to get into what was either bliss or absolute oblivion. And that was it wasn't it? It all depended on what you wanted, want you needed. Heaven? Hell?

Or nothing?

But even so, what happened once we opened that door is uncertain. That was death. You didn't know and you couldn't know until then. So maybe it wasn't death we feared, but fear of the unknown.

Like being in the dark. Who wasn't afraid of it? It was kinda like death, in the sense that you were alone, surrounded by nothing, or just nothing that you could see…

She sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose beneath her shroud and closing her eyes. She heard her deep voice grunt in frustration. She had to chuckle in amusement, she was still getting used to it. Even after years…

She didn't know when it started. The foul, dark, broody, funk she was in. Her melancholic and morbid outlook on everything was eating her away. A little more than usual too. But it was always like this whenever she thought of that night. She felt just a little more darker, a little more bitter and a little more lonely each time…

Maybe she was just tired?

That had to be it. Tired of all the fighting, all the hiding, all the responsibilities of her fate. Not to mention the added factor that the body she was in was hers, but not. Her soul, her heart, her life, was plunged deep in the body of youth, a male youth to be specific. This was her destiny. To fight the good fight against evil in the body of a man - Sheik. Course, it was only a disguise, a glamour spell that was to shield her true identity as the Princess of Hyrule. It was strange and scary, being a woman inside a man but she had to do it. Until the Hero of Time awakened, she was Hyrule's only hope.

Swallowing down the last of her stale biscuits, she chugged back a long hard gulp of water and exhaled, looking up eye-to-eye with the moon. It was cold tonight.

A little more than usual…

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