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Chapter 2: The Entrance

**** .is mine" and I left that scrawny, would-be man by the name of Link to find Fal. I caught a glimpse of her hair as she silently entered the windmill, a temporary home for her until she continues on her travels. She refused my offer to stay at my house, much to my dismay. It had been a long time since I woke up to the feel of a woman. Rebuilding the village had taken most of my time, with only the occasional one-night-stand to tide me over. I never even considered using the word marriage except as synonym to enslavement. Than I met Fal. It was a rather bleak day with fog was rolling off the mountains. She came ridding into town, slumped over. A deep gash in her side with what looked like blood seeping through her vest. She pulled her self up, and fainted, falling off her horse. I caught her in my arms, she opened her eyes. Red Eyes I thought, She's a sheikah. She gazed at me, wrapping her arms around my neck. "Let.me." she started. " Hold still, we can stop the bleeding, if you." I laid her down on the grass. A crowd had formed of red-eyed on lookers. I unbuttoned her vest and began to lift her tunic but she reached out and grabbed my hand. She looked at me, in a way that chilled even the deepest recesses of my heart. "No" she said, "Let me die,"

But that was a long time ago. Her wounds have healed since then, I think. Even now I wonder what could have caused.Goddess she's beautiful. Please, I pray, don't let her sway under the deceitful charm of this supposed hero. Oh Goddess, please. My thoughts had carried me right to the windmill's door. Well here goes. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door "Fal" I called "Yes? Who is it?" "It's me.Adam" "Hang on a moment" Good, I thought and I ran a hand through my hair and straightened my leather vest. When she opened the door I couldn't breathe. My eyes locked with hers and the only thing I could think of was wanting to spend eternity looking into those eyes. "Yes?" She asked, my heart pounding. "Um.just wanted to see if you were ok.and .to see if you needed help preparing for.tonight" Instantly I regretted talking about the temple, as her slightly welcoming tone tunred cold. "Everything is fine" "Um.Fal"

"Yes, Sir?" "Adam, please" "Yes?"

"Good luck" I wanted to slap myself, Why didn't I just come out and say it? Why didn't I say 'Fal, I don't want you to go into that temple, I don't want you to leave the village, I want you to stay, I want you to live here, with me. I want you.' "Thank you. Well, then with all due respect, I think I need some time to.focus my thoughts" her voice grew frigid, and she cast her eyes down. She started to close the door but I stopped it with my hand. "There is something else.may I come in ? " "Of course

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I brushed a loose strand of brown hair out of my eyes as he entered. "Have a seat" I gestured to the chair closest to the door. He ignored it. "Fal, I wanted to say..what I wanted to say.what..I.um" he took too many breaths during that sentence, I grew suspicious. Never trust a man who can't come out a say what he means, a voice echoed in my head. Adam continued " That I wanted to say, that I" He paused again. He exhaled in a long sigh burying face in his hands. "Oh goddess.we've known each other for almost a year now and." he grinned, as if remembering an inside joke. "I must have rehearsed this a hundred times and yet now I can't seem to get the words out," I know I thought. He came close to me and kneeled down, holding my hand. "Oh Fal, ever since I saw you.riding.arms.looked.care.love" His words blended together, I no longer was paying attention. The way he held my hand startled me. He barely held it. As if it would break. This man thinks I'm weak, he thinks I'm no different from every other sheikah in this stupid village. If everyone believes this then I am a good actress. Sheikahs. Only they would be so foolish and quick to trust. I could feel a grin creeping upon my lips, if only they knew

* * * * * * * * * * * * I knew it ! He was alone with her down on his knees, holding her hand.it was too much for me. I was thankful that I chose that particular moment to barge on in. Goddess known what would have gone on if I hadn't. "Link.I didn't hear you knock" Fal broke free from his grasp, pulled my hand away from the door and escorted me out, leaving you-know-who alone without a second glance. This could mean that she likes me more that.thing. But my rapacious thought were put on hold as she plainly said "We meet in the graveyard in an hour, you'd better get ready" And was gone. In her place was the dream-like feeling I first experience behind the windmill. Sighing I made my way back to Dante's shack.

The first few drops of rain started splashing against the sloped ceiling of the hut when I first inspected the bag. Inside were a spare deep blue tunic, boots and three small velvet bags. Inside the largest of the three, as a small dagger, well-worn and rather dull looking. The 2nd bag held a brilliant-cut diamond. So clear and so smooth, I could almost see my reflection in it. The smallest held a silver band, similar to Fal's, except it was to be worn around the neck. Handsome, cold, but it ought to make a good impression on Fal. I grinned to myself and began packing. I packed, Din's Fire, Farore's wind, my bow, longshot, a few bombs, some bombachus, hover boots and finally my lens of truth. I would have brought my entire arsenal but I couldn't carry all that junk plus the bag. I sharpened by Big Goron sword and fastened the silver choker around my neck and pulled the collar of my shirt over it.

By the time I left the small hovel, which was shortly after, all the villagers had gathered in the graveyard. They wore identical cloaks of dark violent and when they moved I could see a black tight-suit underneath. I felt surprisingly odd standing around in my bright green tunic, a thought that had never occurred to me even while I was traveling across Hyrule. "Finally" An exasperated voice said. I knew who the speaker was.. The thing. " Just trying to make an impression." "What kind? One that's says you can't tell time? Hero of time.Hah! More like, the thing that can't tell time." You're the thing, I thought. And gave him the coldest glare I cold muster. But before either of us could speak, Fal appeared. I couldn't have mistaken her origins at this moment. She wore the same uniform that Impa, the great sage of shadow always wears. The silver chest plate, violent and black tight suit that cuts off to reveal knee length black boots were unmistakable. She carried a similar bag and her hair was wound into a tight braid, neck adorned with a silver choker. "Good evening gentlemen" "Good evening" We answered. We exchanged angry glances. After a moment of silence Fal spoke "Perhaps we should get started" "Yes.absolutely.right away.before the cows come home" Adam and I mumbled in agreement, each word cutting off each other in a way that made sense to no one. "The sooner you are done, the sooner you can get back" I nodded in agreement. Probably the only time I'll agree with this pompous."Link" A sweet voice broke into my thoughts. "Yes Fal," She gestured to the grove of land at the far end of the grave yard. I looked back at her "Shall we?" We descended to the temple's entrance. I proceeded first, thinking to just stroll in and be back in time to serve Fal a candle-lit dinner then I realized that the pathway had been blocked off, once again with the stone door engraved with a single eye. "How do we.." She started "Allow me" I stood on the small stone podium and brought out Din's fire. The torches burst into flame. All grew silent then the familiar deep creaking of the wall. I stared down the dark hallway, remembering. I barely made it through the first time. Will I have the strength to do it again?