~ Disclaimer ~ The last time, I told you about the characters I don't own.
Now I'll tell you the characters I do own. I own, Crystal, Shekro, Gramps,
Andrake, Lance, the Sheikah . . .
Link: She never gives up. Anyway, I am not her slave. That's a basic way to put it but seeing these *holds up chained manacles* may suggest otherwise.
I would take em off if you'd stop trying to sneak away. Don't worry. I'll get two chapters done today to make up for lost time, Okay?
My excuse for not writing in a while: I had a very bad day yesterday. Unfortunately, my life sometimes gets reflected in the writing and I don't want that to happen. Thank you all for the reviews cause they helped me out a lot.
Link: Yes, she was happier after reading a few. Oh, CrysSton16 didn't want to come today. She thinks everyone is out to get her. If you guys could leave her alone, that'd be cool. If you need a target, look to Katie.
Yeah. I need to find her again. Okay, with no further adieu (I know you've been waiting) the dedications go out to: Angle1, Laura, Jelie36, Shadow Knight, farmerboy, Primagen, and Veilius.
Now then, Link has his work cut out for him so let us get started, shall we?
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~ Wake-Up Call ~
Every morning, Link would have fallen out of bed but he had no bed to fall out of, which he was grateful for. He was exhausted and sore in ways he had never imagined. Both on the outside, for his muscles weren't used to climbing so high, as well as the inside. Each morning he felt like he had indigestion but it would never go away. It was a weariness of the spirit but at the dawn of the second day, it was the hardest.
It felt to him like the soreness was still fresh after all the exercise and had time through the night to knot up. He needed help getting off the floor! Shekro gladly let Link push himself up from the floor by holding the wolf's shoulder for support. In return, Link let Shekro have some of his milk. Link's stomach couldn't take the discomfort of it.
Gramps assured Link repeatedly that the soreness would be gone within a week and it would be much earlier to cope with only after that day. In the middle of the day after, they would stop their training if Link was deemed ready and then begin keeping their eyes open for Wolfos activity. Not only that, they had to keep the villagers themselves from storming to the forest and burning it down.
Link felt a sharp stab of pain when he thought about the lush forest burning to death. He wondered how Crystal would react but unfortunately, she was still asleep. Her dreams seemed more peaceful and she was no longer in a feverish state. Every morning before he took off, Link would be mindful to urge Crystal from the seclusion of her dreams and join him in life but she would never answer him.
Link entertained the thoughts that this was his punishment for making her endure his hard, confusing life. She thought she was reading the memories of a twelve-year-old adventurer. What he pushed onto her was the harsh life of a "hero" who's lived as a child, then an adult, and back as a child. It was no wonder to him why Crystal refused to rouse and answer him when he spoke to her.
Gramps called Link up and started out the door. As usual the old man wore the sword on his waist but then had a small pack for lunch. Shekro also carried a couple packs across his shoulders. He would have to earn his stay with them somehow, figured Gramps. Link gave one last longing look to Crystal before he joined Gramps in the morning jog.
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The Sheikah had reached his destination. In a small, perfectly hidden clearing in the forest near a pool of fresh water, he knelt in the grass, setting aside his dark cloak and letting the symbol of his people see proudly into the sunlight streaming through the trees. Despite the serene day, there was a tension in the air. A tension that grew with each passing day. It broke once, by proof of the village massacre, and if something wasn't done. It would break again.
Letting aside his weapons, the Sheikah calmly sat and closed his eyes. The girl was still sleeping. Yes, it was an extraordinary gift she possessed but it came with cautions and even a price. It was obvious she didn't know these limitations or warnings. He sighed outwardly, pitying her situation. If he did not wake her up, she could sleep for at least another week, if she lived that long.
He let go of everything that was present and called her name with his mind. Letting go of all his emotions, he sought her in the darkness. No, he was not there yet. It should not be dark.
He could finally see a light as he floated through the nothingness. Yes, that was it. He reached for it and finally passed into it. Oddly enough, he was sent to a brightly-lit field. It was almost blindingly bright to him but he did not, could not, shade his eyes from it. The light was not from any sun, though. It was from everywhere. It was glowing from the green grass, vibrant off the few patches of violet flowers, glaring at him from the pals blue sky. It was a dream.
Without even having to search, he found her. Balled up under a tree, Crystal held a small doll in her hands. She seemed smaller though. She was younger but deeply troubled, nonetheless. He could see this in her bright blue eyes. The only brightness around her as she sat in the shade of a dark tree. The tree was the only thing dark in the whole field. Even as everything looked to be and perhaps was warm, this place where she was was as cold as death itself.
He walked up to her, small blades of grass shining like fiery sparks picked up at his hells and he knelt beside her, not yet daring to touch her. She did not seem to acknowledge him as she stared hard at the doll. The doll itself was in the shape of a boy. It wore a green tunic with a strap across the chest and a green hat over yellow, string hair. A sword was sewed into one hand while the other arm had a shield sewn onto it. It was Link.
"What are you thinking so hard about, Young One?" She did not look to him but answered, "This thing is strange. I don't know what happened. I'm here and can't go back. This thing is strange."
"Is it strange? Don't you know how you got here? Can you not go back? These questions are very simple but you have made them into a great deal. So long have you held these questions that people miss you. He misses you." And now the Sheikah gently touched the Link doll. She glanced away from it, only for a moment but with a small murmur, she trained her eyes on the blue beds of the dolls' eyes once again. She could not see into them but they stared into her.
"Have you tried to leave?" She clutched her knees closer to her chest and whispered, "No. But I cannot." He sighed slightly and set the hand from the doll's hat to her shoulder. She shivered at the touch but did not move away. "They miss you, Crystal. Tell me what bothers you so. They need you, Crystal. I can help you." Now tears welled fully into her eyes and she sniffed once. She leaned toward the Sheikah but did not touch him.
She began whispering as she clutched the doll tightly, "I was looking into him. I didn't mean to go so deep. I pulled away but then . . . Then he dove into me. I could see so many things. One life but it started over. So many regrets and so many sorrows all put into two lifetimes. He faced death so often. Looking into him, I felt I could die but didn't. I didn't die, though. I came her. If I go back now, I will die, won't I?"
She looked up to him. Her eyes were shining blue like the sky but he didn't look away. He also could not see into them. He said with a small smile, "No, you will not die once you leave this place. He would do nothing to hurt you. He cares for you now. And so does your grandfather, Shekro, and so does your brother." She blinked, an eerie effect as the lights of her eyes darkened and reappeared, "My brother? Who is he?"
"That cannot be told to you now. They all miss you, Crystal. Will you go back to them?" She looked at the doll and let it go with one hand. It dangled from her other hand as she set the free hand around her knees. "Will I be able to face him again? I need to speak with him. There is trouble out there. I know it and I know I can stop it but I can't do it alone. Can you help me truly?"
He beamed with a smile and stood up, offering her a hand. She looked up at him, she was timid as a deer but gingerly reached up for his hand. Hey clasped each others fingers and he pulled her a bit forcefully up and into his arms. She was caught off-guard but he gently pulled her into the light.
She smiled once again, unaware of him once more as the light shone on her from all around. He stepped away and said, "You must forgive me but you needed to come out of the shadows to embrace the light once again. There is one more thing I can do for you. As you rested, I traveled about and discovered the dilemma. Perhaps this song I have made will help you in this trial." He retrieved a harp cleverly hidden behind him and closed his eyes as his fingers sought the correct strings. Softly but easily heard, he began to sing his message and Crystal listened attentively, swaying to the sweet music as the light danced around them.
Tears we may not shed today
For fears that refuse to melt away
Never should you be tear-blinded
Remain calmed and ever clear-minded
Seek the naturals of the wood and cave
This quest only the heroes should brave
She smiled even more brightly as the lights slowly ended their dizzying pulsing and the last chords echoed away. He took his bow and said, "Never give up your courage and those around you will feel your strength. Things will be okay so long as you believe they will. We will meet someday but for now I must bid you farewell." With that, he let himself once again lose her. He detached himself from the bright light and returned to the darkness that was nothing.
He had left her dream only to return to the cool clearing. All he could do from that point on was to watch them and wait. He told himself to make good on the promise. He had forgotten to apologize for hugging her but he had to make her see the light once again.
With a small shrug, he took a deep breath of the fresh air and climbed to his feet. Lifting the cloak, he covered himself once again and gathered the small knives to return to his ankles and one thin sword to hold behind his back over the harp. With all this done, he left into the shadowed parts of the forest once again. A full two days had passed above him while he had been in the dream waking the girl. The Wolfos would be tired of waiting.
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Back at her home, Crystal could feel the light streaming into her eyes despite her eyes were closed. She opened them only a little but was met with a blinding glare from the sun. How long had she been asleep? Then she remembered her dream. That read-eyed man. His eyes glowing like a demon's but he was everything but that. She recalled his embrace ad how warm he was, then the light itself all around her. She was alive once more.
She went to the window, dragging her covered with her and looked out. Time must have passed, more time than she thought, for the water barrel, which she usually filled, was half-empty. She let the blanket fall away and found she still wore the clothes she wore to the festival.
Remembering Link, She ran from her room and to the main chamber of the small house. The cooking fires were cold but the front door was open. Typical, she thought but walked through them into the open. It was nearing dusk. Where had he and Gramps gone? How long would it be until they returned? She decided not to wait to find out. She had a riddle to solve and Link with whom to do it with. There was no time to waste.
She called for Shekro's company but received no answer. So wherever they went, Shekro had gone as well. She called Diamond and at least he answered. Epona ran along with him. They seemed to be friends. She caressed Diamond's cheek and scratched affectionately at his warm neck. When she moved to get to his back, she realized she was very hungry and that her clothes were a bit too old anyway. She patted Diamond's shoulder and went back to the house to take care of business.
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The third day was a little more than half-done and indeed Link had become much stronger. The soreness of both body and spirit were diminished more than the previous days of training but he would need a rest soon.
Link blocked yet another attack but felt a shock throughout him. The last two days of training had paid him well. He set his blade tip down and held up a hand to stop Gramps. The old man needed no further prompting to stop. He was getting old and Link was fighting strong. He leaned against the sword for support and saw Link staring back toward the house, his thoughts apparently far away.
That shock he had felt. He was almost certain it had something to do with Crystal. He looked intently at Gramps but sheathed his sword, drew upon a reserve of strength, and dashed toward the house, leaping down the cliff, he skidded through the rubble, his new boots serving him well. When he got to the waterfall, he leaped down, landed on a cliff just slightly jutting out from the wall and jumped further down. Upon landing, Link crouched, absorbing the impact in his legs before getting up and dashing further, dodging the boulders, he didn't slow down in pace even as Shekro tried to follow him but stopped on the waterfall.
No, he was not going to stop until he could see Crystal walking about, alive and well.
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Crystal finished eating the heated rabbit stew and her hair was still wet from the bath but her clothes were clean and fresh and her bed remade when she heard a thunder of hooves outside. She knew Epona ran off but it seemed the young horse was returning in a great hurry.
Fearing Wolfos attack, Crystal leaped up from the table, sending her chair falling backward and leaped to the door, taking care to grab one of her daggers on the way out.
Upon reaching outside, she saw Link, beside his horse. Both wear heaving with the attempt to breathe when Link turned to see Crystal in the doorway. Crystal did not move, movements would not come to her but still this odd hindrance did not affect Link at all.
"CRYSTAL!!" He shouted. The sound was pure glee to her and he began to run toward her. Tears welled into her eyes and she began to run to him. They embraced, both with tears of joy and both fell to the ground, causing them to laugh at each other. The first to rise, Link offered her a hand.
Crystal looked up at him as the sun shone down his shoulder. She suddenly thought of the man in her dreams. He had helped her too. Not only with getting up, though. She took Link's hand and he pulled her to her feet but did not embrace her again. He was too busy looking at her eyes, they were bright and clear just as he remembered.
She set her hand against his arm and said, "Link, when I was dreaming, someone helped me out of it. He also gave me a message. A riddle, I guess. I need your help in solving it." Epona coughed, calling attention to herself and the two looked to her. She needed to be walked after a hard run like that. "Let's walk and talk." Crystal suggested, all business once again as she wiped tiny remnants of tears from her eyes. Link nodded and they began to walk Epona and talk about the riddle as well as the unavoidable fight. Link carefully told Crystal of the attack at the festival but she didn't waver in her determination to end the fighting. She would stop it all before any more innocents would suffer. Even if a just a few more would have to die in order to save those who remained and to maintain the fragile peace kept in the land.
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Well now, the Sheikah has done it again. We never know what he'll do next. Heh, CrysSton16 doesn't like that I made him a major character but he served a very important role in the end!
Okay, it's not the end yet but we are gaining on it! Just hang in there a little bit longer, okay?
Till next time!
Link: She never gives up. Anyway, I am not her slave. That's a basic way to put it but seeing these *holds up chained manacles* may suggest otherwise.
I would take em off if you'd stop trying to sneak away. Don't worry. I'll get two chapters done today to make up for lost time, Okay?
My excuse for not writing in a while: I had a very bad day yesterday. Unfortunately, my life sometimes gets reflected in the writing and I don't want that to happen. Thank you all for the reviews cause they helped me out a lot.
Link: Yes, she was happier after reading a few. Oh, CrysSton16 didn't want to come today. She thinks everyone is out to get her. If you guys could leave her alone, that'd be cool. If you need a target, look to Katie.
Yeah. I need to find her again. Okay, with no further adieu (I know you've been waiting) the dedications go out to: Angle1, Laura, Jelie36, Shadow Knight, farmerboy, Primagen, and Veilius.
Now then, Link has his work cut out for him so let us get started, shall we?
~~~~~~~
~ Wake-Up Call ~
Every morning, Link would have fallen out of bed but he had no bed to fall out of, which he was grateful for. He was exhausted and sore in ways he had never imagined. Both on the outside, for his muscles weren't used to climbing so high, as well as the inside. Each morning he felt like he had indigestion but it would never go away. It was a weariness of the spirit but at the dawn of the second day, it was the hardest.
It felt to him like the soreness was still fresh after all the exercise and had time through the night to knot up. He needed help getting off the floor! Shekro gladly let Link push himself up from the floor by holding the wolf's shoulder for support. In return, Link let Shekro have some of his milk. Link's stomach couldn't take the discomfort of it.
Gramps assured Link repeatedly that the soreness would be gone within a week and it would be much earlier to cope with only after that day. In the middle of the day after, they would stop their training if Link was deemed ready and then begin keeping their eyes open for Wolfos activity. Not only that, they had to keep the villagers themselves from storming to the forest and burning it down.
Link felt a sharp stab of pain when he thought about the lush forest burning to death. He wondered how Crystal would react but unfortunately, she was still asleep. Her dreams seemed more peaceful and she was no longer in a feverish state. Every morning before he took off, Link would be mindful to urge Crystal from the seclusion of her dreams and join him in life but she would never answer him.
Link entertained the thoughts that this was his punishment for making her endure his hard, confusing life. She thought she was reading the memories of a twelve-year-old adventurer. What he pushed onto her was the harsh life of a "hero" who's lived as a child, then an adult, and back as a child. It was no wonder to him why Crystal refused to rouse and answer him when he spoke to her.
Gramps called Link up and started out the door. As usual the old man wore the sword on his waist but then had a small pack for lunch. Shekro also carried a couple packs across his shoulders. He would have to earn his stay with them somehow, figured Gramps. Link gave one last longing look to Crystal before he joined Gramps in the morning jog.
~~~~~
The Sheikah had reached his destination. In a small, perfectly hidden clearing in the forest near a pool of fresh water, he knelt in the grass, setting aside his dark cloak and letting the symbol of his people see proudly into the sunlight streaming through the trees. Despite the serene day, there was a tension in the air. A tension that grew with each passing day. It broke once, by proof of the village massacre, and if something wasn't done. It would break again.
Letting aside his weapons, the Sheikah calmly sat and closed his eyes. The girl was still sleeping. Yes, it was an extraordinary gift she possessed but it came with cautions and even a price. It was obvious she didn't know these limitations or warnings. He sighed outwardly, pitying her situation. If he did not wake her up, she could sleep for at least another week, if she lived that long.
He let go of everything that was present and called her name with his mind. Letting go of all his emotions, he sought her in the darkness. No, he was not there yet. It should not be dark.
He could finally see a light as he floated through the nothingness. Yes, that was it. He reached for it and finally passed into it. Oddly enough, he was sent to a brightly-lit field. It was almost blindingly bright to him but he did not, could not, shade his eyes from it. The light was not from any sun, though. It was from everywhere. It was glowing from the green grass, vibrant off the few patches of violet flowers, glaring at him from the pals blue sky. It was a dream.
Without even having to search, he found her. Balled up under a tree, Crystal held a small doll in her hands. She seemed smaller though. She was younger but deeply troubled, nonetheless. He could see this in her bright blue eyes. The only brightness around her as she sat in the shade of a dark tree. The tree was the only thing dark in the whole field. Even as everything looked to be and perhaps was warm, this place where she was was as cold as death itself.
He walked up to her, small blades of grass shining like fiery sparks picked up at his hells and he knelt beside her, not yet daring to touch her. She did not seem to acknowledge him as she stared hard at the doll. The doll itself was in the shape of a boy. It wore a green tunic with a strap across the chest and a green hat over yellow, string hair. A sword was sewed into one hand while the other arm had a shield sewn onto it. It was Link.
"What are you thinking so hard about, Young One?" She did not look to him but answered, "This thing is strange. I don't know what happened. I'm here and can't go back. This thing is strange."
"Is it strange? Don't you know how you got here? Can you not go back? These questions are very simple but you have made them into a great deal. So long have you held these questions that people miss you. He misses you." And now the Sheikah gently touched the Link doll. She glanced away from it, only for a moment but with a small murmur, she trained her eyes on the blue beds of the dolls' eyes once again. She could not see into them but they stared into her.
"Have you tried to leave?" She clutched her knees closer to her chest and whispered, "No. But I cannot." He sighed slightly and set the hand from the doll's hat to her shoulder. She shivered at the touch but did not move away. "They miss you, Crystal. Tell me what bothers you so. They need you, Crystal. I can help you." Now tears welled fully into her eyes and she sniffed once. She leaned toward the Sheikah but did not touch him.
She began whispering as she clutched the doll tightly, "I was looking into him. I didn't mean to go so deep. I pulled away but then . . . Then he dove into me. I could see so many things. One life but it started over. So many regrets and so many sorrows all put into two lifetimes. He faced death so often. Looking into him, I felt I could die but didn't. I didn't die, though. I came her. If I go back now, I will die, won't I?"
She looked up to him. Her eyes were shining blue like the sky but he didn't look away. He also could not see into them. He said with a small smile, "No, you will not die once you leave this place. He would do nothing to hurt you. He cares for you now. And so does your grandfather, Shekro, and so does your brother." She blinked, an eerie effect as the lights of her eyes darkened and reappeared, "My brother? Who is he?"
"That cannot be told to you now. They all miss you, Crystal. Will you go back to them?" She looked at the doll and let it go with one hand. It dangled from her other hand as she set the free hand around her knees. "Will I be able to face him again? I need to speak with him. There is trouble out there. I know it and I know I can stop it but I can't do it alone. Can you help me truly?"
He beamed with a smile and stood up, offering her a hand. She looked up at him, she was timid as a deer but gingerly reached up for his hand. Hey clasped each others fingers and he pulled her a bit forcefully up and into his arms. She was caught off-guard but he gently pulled her into the light.
She smiled once again, unaware of him once more as the light shone on her from all around. He stepped away and said, "You must forgive me but you needed to come out of the shadows to embrace the light once again. There is one more thing I can do for you. As you rested, I traveled about and discovered the dilemma. Perhaps this song I have made will help you in this trial." He retrieved a harp cleverly hidden behind him and closed his eyes as his fingers sought the correct strings. Softly but easily heard, he began to sing his message and Crystal listened attentively, swaying to the sweet music as the light danced around them.
Tears we may not shed today
For fears that refuse to melt away
Never should you be tear-blinded
Remain calmed and ever clear-minded
Seek the naturals of the wood and cave
This quest only the heroes should brave
She smiled even more brightly as the lights slowly ended their dizzying pulsing and the last chords echoed away. He took his bow and said, "Never give up your courage and those around you will feel your strength. Things will be okay so long as you believe they will. We will meet someday but for now I must bid you farewell." With that, he let himself once again lose her. He detached himself from the bright light and returned to the darkness that was nothing.
He had left her dream only to return to the cool clearing. All he could do from that point on was to watch them and wait. He told himself to make good on the promise. He had forgotten to apologize for hugging her but he had to make her see the light once again.
With a small shrug, he took a deep breath of the fresh air and climbed to his feet. Lifting the cloak, he covered himself once again and gathered the small knives to return to his ankles and one thin sword to hold behind his back over the harp. With all this done, he left into the shadowed parts of the forest once again. A full two days had passed above him while he had been in the dream waking the girl. The Wolfos would be tired of waiting.
~~~~~
Back at her home, Crystal could feel the light streaming into her eyes despite her eyes were closed. She opened them only a little but was met with a blinding glare from the sun. How long had she been asleep? Then she remembered her dream. That read-eyed man. His eyes glowing like a demon's but he was everything but that. She recalled his embrace ad how warm he was, then the light itself all around her. She was alive once more.
She went to the window, dragging her covered with her and looked out. Time must have passed, more time than she thought, for the water barrel, which she usually filled, was half-empty. She let the blanket fall away and found she still wore the clothes she wore to the festival.
Remembering Link, She ran from her room and to the main chamber of the small house. The cooking fires were cold but the front door was open. Typical, she thought but walked through them into the open. It was nearing dusk. Where had he and Gramps gone? How long would it be until they returned? She decided not to wait to find out. She had a riddle to solve and Link with whom to do it with. There was no time to waste.
She called for Shekro's company but received no answer. So wherever they went, Shekro had gone as well. She called Diamond and at least he answered. Epona ran along with him. They seemed to be friends. She caressed Diamond's cheek and scratched affectionately at his warm neck. When she moved to get to his back, she realized she was very hungry and that her clothes were a bit too old anyway. She patted Diamond's shoulder and went back to the house to take care of business.
~~~~~
The third day was a little more than half-done and indeed Link had become much stronger. The soreness of both body and spirit were diminished more than the previous days of training but he would need a rest soon.
Link blocked yet another attack but felt a shock throughout him. The last two days of training had paid him well. He set his blade tip down and held up a hand to stop Gramps. The old man needed no further prompting to stop. He was getting old and Link was fighting strong. He leaned against the sword for support and saw Link staring back toward the house, his thoughts apparently far away.
That shock he had felt. He was almost certain it had something to do with Crystal. He looked intently at Gramps but sheathed his sword, drew upon a reserve of strength, and dashed toward the house, leaping down the cliff, he skidded through the rubble, his new boots serving him well. When he got to the waterfall, he leaped down, landed on a cliff just slightly jutting out from the wall and jumped further down. Upon landing, Link crouched, absorbing the impact in his legs before getting up and dashing further, dodging the boulders, he didn't slow down in pace even as Shekro tried to follow him but stopped on the waterfall.
No, he was not going to stop until he could see Crystal walking about, alive and well.
~~~~~
Crystal finished eating the heated rabbit stew and her hair was still wet from the bath but her clothes were clean and fresh and her bed remade when she heard a thunder of hooves outside. She knew Epona ran off but it seemed the young horse was returning in a great hurry.
Fearing Wolfos attack, Crystal leaped up from the table, sending her chair falling backward and leaped to the door, taking care to grab one of her daggers on the way out.
Upon reaching outside, she saw Link, beside his horse. Both wear heaving with the attempt to breathe when Link turned to see Crystal in the doorway. Crystal did not move, movements would not come to her but still this odd hindrance did not affect Link at all.
"CRYSTAL!!" He shouted. The sound was pure glee to her and he began to run toward her. Tears welled into her eyes and she began to run to him. They embraced, both with tears of joy and both fell to the ground, causing them to laugh at each other. The first to rise, Link offered her a hand.
Crystal looked up at him as the sun shone down his shoulder. She suddenly thought of the man in her dreams. He had helped her too. Not only with getting up, though. She took Link's hand and he pulled her to her feet but did not embrace her again. He was too busy looking at her eyes, they were bright and clear just as he remembered.
She set her hand against his arm and said, "Link, when I was dreaming, someone helped me out of it. He also gave me a message. A riddle, I guess. I need your help in solving it." Epona coughed, calling attention to herself and the two looked to her. She needed to be walked after a hard run like that. "Let's walk and talk." Crystal suggested, all business once again as she wiped tiny remnants of tears from her eyes. Link nodded and they began to walk Epona and talk about the riddle as well as the unavoidable fight. Link carefully told Crystal of the attack at the festival but she didn't waver in her determination to end the fighting. She would stop it all before any more innocents would suffer. Even if a just a few more would have to die in order to save those who remained and to maintain the fragile peace kept in the land.
~~~~~~~
Well now, the Sheikah has done it again. We never know what he'll do next. Heh, CrysSton16 doesn't like that I made him a major character but he served a very important role in the end!
Okay, it's not the end yet but we are gaining on it! Just hang in there a little bit longer, okay?
Till next time!
