A/N: thank you for the comments. Now, this chapter's end is almost completely opposite of the beginning, so I have created an equation to help clear that up:
Child + Princess Responsibilities + Slow Destruction of home/kingdom = Angst
Child + Good Food = Happy
Simple, ne? *nervous laughter*

.:Chapter 3:.
Are you an Angel?

They had been riding. Traveling, for two long days. The sun had risen and had set twice each, and the skies had become darker. Zelda and her caretaker, Impa, had to stop during the day, only traveling at night and in the shadows underground.

Zelda had never known there to be so many intricate tunnels connecting all the grottos under the sacred earth. How could she? Only the Sheikah had access to them, and she was certainly not a Sheikah. Merely a princess, who had a natural ability to tune herself to the spirits of the world, otherwise referred to as magic.

So, without Impa's notice (for the woman was too busy making sure they were not to be seen by Ganondorf's spies), Zelda had cast a simple spell of watcher, to be able to see all that happened to the dear kingdom that she had left behind. What she was required to do, however, was to drift in and out of unconsciousness, thusly making it easier for Impa to travel with her, yet more difficult because Zelda had to be carried.

How could have Impa not noticed? The caretaker, Zelda assumed, had thought that Zelda suffered from shock and despair, leaving her wallowing in an unstable state. What she saw from her visions, however, did send her into a similar and horribly realistic nightmare.

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Zelda stood in the center of Hyrule market, invisible to anyone and everyone. With her simplest of simple magic spells that she had taught herself, she was able to see everything from every perspective, anywhere.

So, she took on a standing form of her regular point of view.

Screams echoed through the town, pained and terrified. Horror and an immense feeling of fear overcame the town. In the escape the princess had taken, innocent bystanders were trampled by the dark man of the desert. Whispers of morbid rumors were echoed soundlessly from within the walls of the buildings that saw everything and spoke not a word.

Crowds of people bustled onto the streets, crowding the bloody scene on the ground, blood painting the cobblestone road. Nothing made sense to the poor girl that none could see. Zelda wasn't sure what was going on.

All she could see was blood. And fire. She saw the evil man, Ganondorf, come from the path that lead to the Temple of Time. He was laughing, clenching his fists and shouting orders to the monstrous beings swarming the city. The people cried, and Zelda jumped slightly when a young child fell before 'her'. His eyes stared right at her, as if he could see her, and she cried. His arm, he had no hand. Blood stained his shirt, and all the screams and chaos seemed to silence around them.

Zelda stared at the boy, who looked only to be 4 years old and already far beyond repair. Pale, and weak, he stared at her. His voice meekly reached her hearing.

"Are you an angel...?"

And then his body collapsed, his head on the ground, and his dead eyes staring forward into eternity.

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Zelda jerked awake from her lingering memory turned nightmare, to find herself in a small bed. Cotton blankets. A simple, commoner's bed. She noted this, and also noted that it was excruciatingly difficult to sit up.

She blinked her eyes slowly, and opened them again, this time noticing a very comfortable looking feline sitting upon her chest, on top of the blanket. It had white fur, with the occasional smear of gray, and brilliant green eyes. It stared at her, as if knowing everything that could run through her mind at that moment.

Zelda sighed, looking around the darkened room. It was simple, like a cottage room of some sort, and small. The ceiling was awfully close, which could mean the bed was unusually high, or there was another bed below hers. The cat on her chest, however, did not reveal any secrets as to how it got up there in the first place.

But, Zelda knew, she would find out soon.

And she was right. The door to the cold room opened, revealing none other than a strange woman dressed in many pieces of white cloth. Zelda stiffened as the eyes of the woman was turned towards her, the face hidden by a curtain of perfect black hair. The dark auburn eyes stared, unnerving even the thickest of Zelda's emotional walls to protect her from the outside world. It was as though the woman could see right through her, and into her very soul.

What Zelda did not know, however, was that the woman felt the same when Zelda stared at her as well.

The frivolous cat sitting upon Zelda's chest had, then, decided to butt into the staring contest and meow the most pitiful and pathetic cry either female had heard as of yet. Both snapped their attentions to the feline, watching it lick its paw proudly, and leap off the bed.

It landed, quite gracefully, on the rug protected wooden floor, and ran out of the room, leaving Zelda and the woman in each other's company. Zelda never did like cats, and was washed over with grateful emotions that the feline animal left and allowed her to sit up. Her deep blue eyes turned to look directly at the woman, allowing her gaze to be less harsh than before.

The woman bowed slightly, before addressing her. "Princess Zelda, it is good to see you finally awake."

"...Where am I?" The room certainly was quite different from the last scene that she had seen, and left her with a confused feeling. The woman obviously had answers that Zelda needed. To her surprise, the woman let out a soft chuckle, stepping into the room, and to the side. After a moment, a very familiar woman stepped into the doorway. Zelda's caretaker, the Sheikah by the name of Impa, smiled softly at her.

"You have been sleeping for quite awhile young princess; it is a relief to see you awake and ready."

Zelda looked at her, more confused than before. Impa, easily reading the expression on her face, smiled wider.

"Come. I have much to tell thee, but first, we shall get you breakfast."

Zelda sat on the side of the bed, her knees over the edge and her legs swinging idly. She gripped her hands on the rim, and easily hopped off the side of the top bunk. She fell five feet, landing gracefully, a grin slowly forming on her face, and the nightmares forgotten for now. She looked up at the tall caretaker, and the other, much shorter, woman. Zelda imagined what a home made breakfast would taste like, without the castle cooks being so precise and health efficient. An actual delicious breakfast. Well, as one could imagine, Zelda was ecstatic. She threw her fists in the air, and shouted.

"Food!"