The Legend of Zelda: Her Story
Chapter 1: Zelly
By: The Kirby Kid
Disclaimer:
The Legend of Zelda™ is property of Nintendo of America/Japan
Author's Notes:
Thanks for reading!
This chapter is quite long. Hope you don't mind. If you need to, rest your eyes halfway through. ^-^
Remember, if you need information on the history of these characters from my past fics, just check out the Chapter called 'History'
Enjoy
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People think that I'm unhappy.
They talk about me, I know that they do. I hear them in the Halls. I hear them in the corridors and in the walkways. My tutor, my chambermaid, Impa, my mother. Even Tibalt wonder about it sometimes.
"She seems so unhappy."
Maybe I am. I don't know. I know that I haven't been totally depressed, but I do have to admit, I don't think I've been really happy for a few years. And really, what's so wrong with that?
I'm pretty sure that most people aren't all gumdrops and lollipops all the time either. Sure, they smile and laugh, I do too. But I'm sure that underneath all that is the same type of melancholy…
…or maybe it is just me.
I guess I really started becoming unhappy…when he left.
But I'd better not think about that.
I suppose that's why on that day, when Gram came, I took it as an opportunity.
A chance to make something happen.
It really was the beginning…
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Impa burst into the kitchens and took a look around. The chefs stepped back in alarm and raised their hands pleadingly at the massive woman.
"I'm sorry Mistress Impa," one of the chefs whimpered. "she ordered us to let her do it."
Shaking her head, Impa walked over to the only person in the room that was still cooking.
She was a very thin young woman, wearing bed-robes under an apron. The girl kept shrugging her shoulders, trying to keep her dirty blonde hair from tumbling from beneath a shabbily worn hair-net. She was cooking, or at least attempting to cook, something on a hot skillet. When Impa neared, the girl turned and gave her a gave her a shiny, greased-face smile. Impa shook her head again.
"What do you think you're doing?" she asked.
"Cooking. Breakfast." The girl said. She raised the skillet off of the oven and offered it to Impa. "Omelets. Want some?"
Impa recoiled and brought a hand to her face. "Um…no. I don't. What did we say about you cooking?"
"Something about not burning the Castle down, and look, I've got the chef's watching me." Once again, the girl offered the…eggs…to Impa. This time the big woman took a step back.
"No thank you. I really think you should let the chefs make us breakfast, Zelly."
"And I think you should try some of these eggs."
"I told you no, didn't I?" Impa groaned, becoming anxious to leave before-
"I can order you to eat these eggs you know." Zelda threatened.
Impa crossed her thick arms across her large bosom and frowned at the girl. Impa was a large, big boned woman who moved like a girl several pounds lighter, her Shiekah heritage giving her grace and strength. She was also a powerful sorceress, and she wasn't easily intimidated. Even though she swore her life to the Royal Family of Hyrule, she wouldn't be intimidated by them either.
Even in the face of Zelda's…cooking.
"If you're going to throw me in prison, throw me in prison. But I'm not going to eat those…things.", Impa sniffed.
Zelda looked at her with big eyes. The girl was only seventeen, but she was already taller than her mother. Thin as a rail too, no matter how much she ate. She didn't have her mother's slim yet curvaceous figure. She did have her blue eyes though. "Why do you fight me so much when it comes to my cooking, Impa?" she asked sadly.
Impa patted the girls' shoulder. "Zelly, all people have something they're not good at-"
"Oh yeah? What aren't you good at?" Zelda blurted.
"I'm…not really good at eating your cooking." Impa said with a smile. Zelda frowned and slammed the skillet back on the oven. "Zelly, you couldn't even get Moto to eat those eggs."
Zelda's frown deepened. "That's not true. Moto!" she shouted. From inside her robes, a tiny Keaton with huge ears skittered out and up to her shoulders. Zelda smiled and brought the skillet up to it's face. "Here, Moto, have some. It's good, go ahead." She cooed.
Moto sniffed at the simmering eggs once, twice, thrice…
And then it yelped out a "Ku!!" and hid back into Zelda's robes.
"Traitor." She scowled.
"Go, get ready for breakfast. Let these people do what they're good at." Impa told her. With a resigning sigh, Zelda dropped the apron and removed the hair-net, letting her straight hair fall over her shoulders, and rambled out of the kitchens.
Impa watched her leave and shook her head one last time. That girl, would never give it up. She seemed hell-bent on proving her cooking skills, even though she was the only one Impa could remember who could actually burn oatmeal. She sighed, and left the kitchens herself, beginning her morning rounds.
By the time Impa had finished breakfast and gotten into the full swing of her duties, her mind was still on the young princess. "Poor Zelly" she thought, "sometimes she seems so unhappy…."
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After breakfast, Zelda was walking down the great halls of Hyrule Castle with her mother and brother. It was the same walk they took every morning, before they all went on their rounds. The Queen to begin on the affairs of the nation, Tibalt to tutoring lessons, and Zelda to…
Well, Zelda never really knew what she would do first. She didn't have a schedule like her mother, and that's the way she liked it. Zelda had almost completed her tutoring in the Grand Stratagem, (the complete rules of running a Kingdom) and she decided that her own schooling and scheduling would be up to her.
Her mother was too busy to do anything about it. She was basically too busy to care.
Zelda didn't like it. She hated it, and she let her know it on various occasions.
"Impa told me that you were caught in the kitchens again." The Queen said, breaking the silence.
Zelda shrugged. "Yeah. I figured she would."
Her mother's crystal blue eyes flashed angrily. "This isn't about Impa, Zelly. How many times have I told you to stay out of the kitchens? You don't cook."
"Why not?" Zelda huffed. "For Nayru's sake, it's just cooking. I don't see why I have to be banned from it."
Her mother turned on her and reached up to Zelda's face with a slim gloved hand. Zelda was about five feet eleven inches, and had a couple of inches on her mother.
Zelda did like that one aspect about herself; she could always look down on her mother.
Even though it never felt like she was. The Queen never gave her an inch. Queen Zelda could make the tallest man feel three inches tall.
Not only that, but Zelda was always self-conscious of the fact that she could look straight into the face of just about every young man in the Courtyard, instead of looking up at them, like it happens with most couples.
Okay, so maybe Zelda didn't like that aspect about herself. Just another addition to the list.
For example, when the Queen reached up and took her daughter's face in her hands, she began to rub a thin powder over the freckles that dotted across the girl's nose.
"Well, I can tell you 'why not'." The Queen started, holding the struggling princess's face in place. "For one, we're trying to clear up your complexion, not harm it with grease and kitchen smoke."
"Stop it!" Zelda whispered harshly, completely embarrassed. She was glad only Tibalt was here to see this.
"And two, you can't cook to save your life."
"I said, stop it!!" Zelda whispered again, and she roughly pushed her mother's hands away from her face. She moved a hand up to her own face and started spreading the makeup. "I can do it myself."
The Queen looked at her with a half-smile and began the walk down the hall once more. "See that you do. And stay out of the kitchens, I wont warn you again."
"What?" Zelda thought incredulously. She turned on her mother with fury. "Give me something to do, and I'll stay out of the damn kitchens!", she shouted.
Her mother regarded her coolly. Undisturbed by her daughters language. "You have things to do. You're to learn the Grand Stratagem, like I did when I was a child.".
"I've been learning those stupid rules for years! I'm not a child anymore, and I'm ready for something else, mother!" Zelda voiced, keeping her voice to another angry whisper. "You got to do things when you were younger than I am-"
The Queen made a derisive laugh, something that always, always infuriated Zelda. "Oh, so you want to have more 'adventures'? Shall I open up a Dark World portal and throw you into it?"
"That's not-"
"You know, Zelly, you're right, you're not a child anymore, and there are more grown up interests you could be pursuing-"
"I am not talking about that again, mother!"
"Fight, fight, fight."
Mother and daughter turned to young Tibalt, who was quietly licking an orange scone. The eight-year-old looked back up at them impassively.
"What?" he said. "You are fighting again aren't you?"
The Queen bent on her knees and smoothed out the boy's lustrous blonde hair. "No dear, we're not fighting." she lied. "We're just having a grown-up conversation."
"Yeah, runt." Zelda pitched in. "This is women's business. Besides, don't you have a class to go to?"
Straightening back up to her feet, the Queen turned once more to her daughter. "That reminds me. The Professor is ill, and he wont be able to tutor Tibalt today."
Zelda blinked, and started to smooth down her blue dress and robes nervously. "I don't like where this is heading…" she mumbled.
"I'll need you to tutor your brother this morning."
Zelda wanted to scream "Why the hell didn't you tell me this before, instead of complaining and braying at me all bloody morning!!!?? Nayru, Din and Farore what is wrong with you!!!"
But instead, she stared long hard into her mother's eyes, her lips formed into a thin, cold line.
"There isn't a problem, is there?" the Queen asked coolly.
Goddess, how she hated that.
"No problem, mother." She said, before taking Tibalt in hand and leading him to the study hall.
***
"You're too tough on her, Zelda."
The Queen glanced behind her. Invincible was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, just a couple of feet away from her.
Zelda gave him a warm smile. "I can take care of my daughter, Link."
"I never said that you couldn't." Invincible said as he leaned off the wall and took a step towards her. "I just said that you're too tough on her." He walked up to her until they was only a foot between them. "It seems that ever since we lost Rile, you two have been out of sorts."
"I'm doing the best I can."
"I know." Invincible said softly as he squeezed Zelda's shoulders. "I… just think that sometimes, you're too tough on her."
Zelda smiled and held his hand. "We'll be fine. What about you? When will you be leaving for Hirocco?"
"This afternoon."
"Saria will be very happy to see you. What are you planning to bring Epheremelda*?"
Invincible chuckled and turned to walk away. "Ill get back to you on that." He told her, before walking back into the shadows.
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"Okay, squirt, what was the last thing you were being taught?" Zelda asked as she spread books on the long desk. She had found them a secluded part in the large library so that they wouldn't bother the other Courtyard children being tutored.
Tibalt hopped up on a seat and grinned at her. "Games.", he lied.
"History?" Zelda said as she glanced through a few tomes.
"Um, no. Games."
"Okay, history it is." She smiled at the frown that crossed her brothers face and sat down from across him. "Stick that tongue right back in, mister. Now let's see…where to start…"
"Start at the end, so I can go play."
"Let's start at the start, shall we?" Zelda grumbled.
"I know all about the Goddesses and how they made the Triforce and all…"
"That's religion, Tibalt. This is history." She paused and looked into her book, then she gave Tibalt a sly smile. "I know, let's start with a subject all little boys are interested in: war."
Tibalt's eyes brightened.
***
An hour later, they had finished going through the Civil and Race wars of Hyrule, and the signing of the Hyrule Treaty and had just begun the history of the Imprisoning War. That's when Tibalt became a little sidetracked.
"Did you say Link?"
Zelda groaned. She saw this coming a mile away, but she had hoped Tibalt would just glance over it. "Yes, Tibby, the Hero of Time was called 'Link'."
"But…isn't Uncle Invincible's name 'Link'?" Tibalt asked, his little mind churning.
"Yes…but-"
"A-and isn't Uncle Invincible the Hero of …um…um…"
"The Triforce. Not Time-"
"But that would mean that Uncle Invincible's like…like… 100 years old!" Tibalt exclaimed. His eyes where shining.
Zelda smiled. "You mean like a hundred thousand years old. But he's not." Tibalt was so cute when he was like this, and he looked so much like their mother. The same silky blonde hair fell around his face and curled near the ends: like their mother's, and his skin was pale and naturally smooth: like their mother's. He did have their father's face though.
Zelda thought about herself. Her hair was dirty in color and she used shampoo every day to bring out the shine in her blonde. There was also no curl to her hair, and she had to put it to the iron regularly. Her skin needed to be moisturized each morning to emulate her mother's smoothness, and she had the obvious freckle-thing going. She did have the same sapphire as her mother's, were very large, but slightly sunken-in. She didn't even see any of her father in herself.
It happened sometimes. Sometimes the child of a couple got various traits from the parents lineage, and not from the parents themselves. Zelda did have some of her mother in her, but she surmised she probably had traits from her father's parents or grandparents, not her father himself.
Zelda didn't mind. So she wasn't perfect like her mom. So what? She was still pretty, enough people told her so. Of course there was always the iconoclast. There was always those with a 'but'.
"She's very cute, but she hasn't got her mother's -insert trait here-"
Zelda was so tired of hearing that. She was tired of feeling that she had to look like her mother. She was tired of trying.
Zelda suddenly realized that Tibalt was staring at her, and she shook her head with annoyance. She often found herself trailing off into her own thoughts. It was beginning to become a nuisance.
What were they talking about again?
Oh right. Something dumb.
"Tibalt, 'Link' was the name of the Hero of Time. Since then, every Cataclysm's Eve has had a hero named Link to rescue u- Okay, think about this." She began again, seeing that Tibalt was becoming confused. "The wielder of the Triforce of Courage is called 'Link'."
"Oh…I get it. So that means Uncle Link too."
"Yeah."
"Cause he's the Hero who beat all the Gerudo right?"
Zelda was aghast. "No-No! The Gahnim, not the Gerudo." she explained.
"They're basically the same." he said angrily. "I don't know why we let them in Castle Town. I mean, we're at war with them aren't we?"
Zelda looked at her brother sadly. "With the Gahnim, Tibalt. Not the Gerudo. The Gahnim killed our dad." She sighed, and wondered why no one else has explained this to the boy yet. Maybe they tried already.
The Gahnim had not been eradicated during the last Cataclysm's Eve twenty years ago. Even though most of them died during the crash of their Base, and even though a lot of the rest were jailed and rehabilitated, some survived and grew on the fringes of society.
A year after Zelda, Link and Liute had returned from the Dark World, the Gahnim made themselves known and declared war on Hyrule by assassinating her father, Prince Rile, as he rode horseback in the grove outside the castle.
The response was swift and uncompromising. Invincible and his First Knights rode into the small Gahnim base, in this case a group of Gerudo Gahnim warriors, and cut them down. Those who surrendered were spared, but Gerudo weren't really known for surrendering.
Since then, Tibalt had always bore a deep-seeded resentment towards the Gerudo. He could never dissociate them from the murderous Gahnim.
"Gahnim come in all races, Tibby: Hylian, Zora, Gerudo, even Goron. You can't blame an entire race for what a fringe of their population did."
"Why not?", he argued. "Didn't the Gerudo um… like cause all the wars in the past and stuff."
Zelda pursed her lips in thought. "Well…Ganondorf was Gerudo…and we did fight with them like I just told you, but the Zora were our enemies once. Even the Shiekah. Everyone makes mistakes."
She flipped a book open to a beginning chapter and pointed out a picture to Tibalt. It was a portrait of Seven sages, surrounding a young man who held up a mighty blade. A swirling blue light surrounded him, and it seemed like they were all in the Temple, the one near Castle Town.
"These people surrounding the man -Link, the Hero of Time- were the Sages of the land, and his closest friends. You have a Zora, a Goron, some Hylians -including a Zelda-, a Shiekah and a Gerudo." She eased the book closed and smiled at her little brother. "Even our Invincible has Gerudo friends. Mother's blood-sister was Gerudo. I know some Gerudo twins. You can't hate a whole group of people just because of what some of them did."
Tibalt frowned.
"Promise me you won't do that. You won't hate people. Promise?"
"Fine." Tibalt growled.
Zelda smiled. It's all she could ask for after all. She looked through the books again. "Okay, so what's next? How about we move away from war- The History of Festivals." As Tibalt took up his book, Zelda glanced at a clock, and the turned slyly to her brother. "Actually, that can be homework."
Tibalt's eyes brightened once more. "What's the homework?"
"Read the chapter…and try to keep it in your head for five minutes."
Tibalt pumped his arm with joy, and took his book to his chest. "Thanks, sister!" he yelled, and took off out of the Library.
Zelda sighed and rested her head on the table, her hair spilling over the polished wood. Finally, she was free to start her day.
It's too bad the runt had drained all of the energy out of her.
She'd get it back.
Eventually.
…she hoped.
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She did get it back.
The main reason her energy did return is because the princess found herself a task. She emerged once more from her bedroom, this time carrying a small package.
Out of the blue, she called out: "Rocco!"
From the shadows cast on the walls walked out a young man garbed in armor. He shook his head at the princess, waving his short blonde hair, and smiled. "You don't need to shout, you know. I'm always near you."
"I know." Zelda grinned. She unwrapped the packaged and presented it to him. "It's for Epheremelda. What do you think?"
Rocco smiled a handsomely. "It's beautiful. She'll love it."
Laughing, the princess threw her arms around the knight and gave him a hug. Rocco stepped back, stunned.
"Zelda!", he stammered. "Please be careful." He tried to keep the enormous halberd he carried in his right hand as far from her as possible.
"Oh don't you worry. I'm not gonna cut myself on your big stick." She giggled. Glancing over his silver armor cased over jet black leather, she sometimes wondered how Rocco could move so silently. She knew how of course, he had been trained. Still, she wondered how it was possible.
She unwrapped her arms from around him and hooked one underneath his. "Come on, Rocco dear, shall we go mail this?"
Rocco blinked. "You mean, go to Castle Town?"
"Of course." Zelda replied with a wink. "I think it's time for two lovers to spend some time together, don't you?"
From the smile on Rocco's face, she could tell that he greatly agreed.
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As they passed the gates into Castle Town, Moto skittered out of Zelda's blouse and onto her shoulder. The Queen didn't really like the idea of a little rodent wandering around the castle on the shoulder of a monarch. Zelda kept it hidden whenever they were in the castle, which is why it very much valued the times when Zelda went outside the ivory gates.
Castle Town was as busy as always. People were bustling to and from bazaars, cafés, shops game rooms, inns and offices. Castle Town didn't just house Hylian residents. Sometimes there can be seen a Hylian, a Zoran, a Gerudo and a Goron playing cards in the parks. Quite a funny site. The Gerudo always seemed to win. The others would always accuse the Gerudo of cheating.
And of course they were right.
Zelda knew about the Gerudo. They may be good and honorable fighters…but they were thieves. You couldn't trust them with everything.
A cloaked Zelda and the guard Rocco walked around arm in arm, something Rocco was clearly uncomfortable with. It amused the hell out of Zelda though. Watching him squirm as she paraded him around the town always brought some joy into her heart.
Suddenly Zelda was bumped hard by another person.
"Sorry." they said simultaneously. Zelda smiled and turned, but the person , a young man, was already on his way. Zelda frowned at his rudeness and continued.
Finally they found who they were looking for. Heading towards the post office was a small young woman with dark red hair carrying a bundle of packages. "Talon!!" Zelda shouted out.
The girl turned and her green eyes met those of the princess. "Zel-" she began before cutting it off. She didn't want the whole town to know that Zelda was there. Instead Talon ran up to Zelda and took grabbed her hands in a hug. "Hey you. How're you doing? I haven't seen you in days."
"Hey" Zelda sighed, looking down at her. Talon was such a small woman, she always stood on her toes when they hugged. "I've been too busy…and not with anything useful either."
"Aw…" Talon soothed. Zelda noticed her eyes focusing on the silver armored guard behind him. She broke off her embrace with Zelda and walked tentatively towards the young man, took his hands in hers and smiled. "Hey…" she said shyly.
"Hey." Rocco responded.
Talon leaned her face up towards me, but then paused and glanced at Zelda. Zelda rolled her eyes and turned her back on the two to give them a little more privacy.
Geez, but those two could be a little more discreet. She could practically hear them tongue jousting each other.
When they were finally finished with their 'greeting', Talon took her by the arm and turned her around. "I was just about to have lunch. Let's all go together."
Zelda wasn't sure she was still hungry, but she supposed it couldn't hurt.
***
"Rocco I am so, so proud of you. Becoming Zelly's personal guard is such an honor!" Talon exclaimed over the tail end of lunch, her freckled face beaming.
"I'd rather be of First Rank though…" Rocco admitted. Then he remembered Zelda sitting across from him with a hand to her chin. "Sorry, princess. I didn't mean-"
"Don't worry about it. I know being First Rank is every little boy's dream…even beyond shadowing the royalty." Truth be told, everyone was very impressed with Rocco. There was a time when the son of the First Knight Rocky was a bully and a uncouth jerk. But he grew up, grew into a soldier of impeccable skill and tact. Everyone saw him on the fast track towards the First Rank knighthood. They also saw him as the most eligible candidate for the knighthood and for shadowing in his age group.
Zelda knew that wasn't true though. He wasn't the most eligible.
The most eligible had left.
Zelda shook her head again. She wanted to keep away from that thought for as long as possible. Talon continued the conversation with the group, and as they talked, Zelda noticed a tingling in her right hand. She looked at it, and saw small random blue sparks emanating from her palm.
Moto, who was eating rich nuts off of the ground, turned up to her and tilted his head. Talon and Rocco stared at her hand with alarm. "Zelly?" the girl said. "What-"
"It's nothing, Talon." The princess grumbled. "It does that once in a while… ever since the Triforce…" she trailed off. They all knew what came next.
Since the Triforce was fractured. That which was perfect was made flawed.
It was the aftermath of Zelda's imprisonment in the Dark World. What all this meant for Hyrule in the long run, nobody really knew. But strange things did happen once in a while. People walking into doors and revolving out the same door, falling water starting fires, people falling up into trees. Magical powers sometimes sparking out of control, like it was now.
Zelda concentrated on her palm, but the sparks continued to cascade down. She got up from the table. Rocco followed.
"No, Rocco, you stay here and finish lunch." She said looking at Talon.
"But, princess."
"I'm just going back to the castle. Relax, I'll be fine." She paused. "Talon could you do me a favor. Could you send this package for me?" She handed over her present for Epheremelda.
"Of course. You just take care of yourself."
Zelda nodded. Waiting for Moto to jump up to her shoulder, she headed back towards the castle.
***
She passed the white gates into the courtyard and was nearing the entrance to the castle when her right hand flared. Bluish white energy burst out in a sharp point from her palm.
"What the-", Zelda thought with alarm. She held her hand tightly and tried to hide the display from view. Of all the things going on in her life, she really didn't need to be seen as some crazy, out-of-control witch. "Stop! Stop damn it!" she ordered.
And it stopped. Gone was the light, replaced with a giant, thing shard of crystal. It was shaped like a wide curved blade, one that led seamlessly into a wider bottom with a whole near the side, as if for someone to use to grip the thing. Zelda was shocked.
A sword?
She'd never heard of anything like this before.
Zelda tried to remove it, to will it from existence. It didn't work. She swung it around a few times and tested it's weight. It was extremely light. She wondered if it was sharp.
This was getting ridiculous. She had to find out a way to get rid of the thing. What if someone saw her-
"Zelly?"
The princess spun around, placing the blade behind her back. A tall man with a silver tunic and long-tailed toque looked at her through dirty blonde bangs. A long, curved sword rested comfortably behind his back, and he stood with absolute authority.
"Invincible!"
"What are you doing?" he asked with a brown-eyed smile.
"Nothing! Um…you're back already?" Zelda gasped, keeping his gaze away from the object behind her back.
"Yes."
"How's auntie Saria?"
"A bit…frantic, but all right. What's that behind your back?" Invincible queried, stepping forward.
"What?"
Invincible's smile widened. "You heard me. I said what's that behind your back?"
"What's what?" Zelda stammered. She had to make it go away. She had to! "Please, please don't do this to me. Nayru I beg…"
She squeezed her eyes shut and shot out her arm. Invincible glanced at it briefly, and the princess opened her eye and peeked. There was nothing there.
"You're weird, Zelly."
"Don't remind me." she said with a nervous laugh.
"Hmm." Invincible hummed thoughtfully. He started back into Castle Town, giving Moto a brief pat on the head. "Don't play around with magic." He warned, before leaving the courtyard.
Zelda breathed a sigh of relief, and stared down at her palm.
"What was that?"
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A brown-skinned young man sat by the fountain in Castle Town square and looked towards the castle longingly. He then glanced around to make sure no one was looking, and then placed his hand under the clear water.
There was a ripple, and a small image appeared in it. There was a woman's face reflected in the water, but her face wasn't clear.
"Where are you?" the face asked.
"In Castle Town" the boy responded, quietly and softly. He was still looking towards the castle.
"Good. Stay there. We'll get you into the Castle later." the face murmured.
The boy frowned. "The princess…"
"You saw her?"
"I think I bumped into her."
"You didn't try anything, did you?"
He let out a derisive laugh. "Of course not-"
"Mama! That man's talking into the water!!!"
The young man whipped his hand out of the water and turned behind him. A child was staring and pointing at him, yelling. He looked at the kid calmly and looked up at the mother who had come to pick him up.
"I'm sorry." she said. "You know kids."
"Yes." The young man said with a soft smile. "They have quite the imagination."
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That night, as Zelda was sleeping, the crystal blade made itself known to her again.
She awoke from a dreamless sleep, panting heavily, and holding the sword in her hand. It was a sword, she knew that now. She also knew something else.
She knew it's name.
Gram.
Why it had come to her, and what it meant, she couldn't even begin to fathom.
It was only later, much later that she would learn:
This was the beginning.
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*Epheremelda was the name giving to Link's fairy in the Nintendo Power Link To The Past manga. I own one ^_^
That's all for Chapter 1. Please review if you managed to get through all this. Thanks! (o'.')o