The Princess of Destiny: A Fanfic by Sheik
Disclaimer: See previous chapters
Well, here I am, for another update! FINALLY! Sorry, but if you'll look at my stories, you'll see that I have another new story, and, well, it took me longer than I had expected. Sorry! But, hey! At least I'm updating, right? Well, I'll shut up now and let you read this chapter!
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Up, up we climbed. The stairs were very long, and very steep. They went on eastwards for some way, but eventually Impa and I reached a landing. It was almost noon now, so the sunlight was finally able to break over the mountains and shine down upon the stair. Impa paused as she waited for me to catch my breath.
"You look hungry," she said. "Why don't we rest here for a moment and have something to eat?"
"I'd like that."
It was just then that I realized I was hot. I threw off the cloak that had been covering me ever since I had ridden out of the castle gate. I felt much better, but I was still hot: Sheikan fabric is thicker than it looks (and feels). I sat down as Impa rummaged in a belt pack. It was funny: I hadn't noticed that belt pack until now, but if I look back, I can remember Impa always wearing it.
"Here you go!"
Impa handed me my lunch: Some bread, an apple, a little bit of cheese, and some milk. The meal was much different than what I was used to, but it was very good. It somehow seemed to be more sustaining than the food we have at the caslte.
"Thank you," I said between bites.
Impa laughed.
"That's very un-princesslike," she scolded playfully. "I hope no one sees you behaving in that manner? What would they think the world was coming to?"
I swallowed my food and laughed with her.
"They can't recognize me, though! They would think only that I was a Sheikah with horrible table manners!"
That was too much for both of us. We laughed and laughed and laughed. I can't remember ever laughing so hard. And somehow, as we laughed there in the sunshine, a great weight was lifted off my shoulders. I decided then and there to laugh more often.
Once we were finished, Impa gathered up everything and put it away. She then took my hand and led me up the second flight of stairs. At one point she stopped and beckoned for me to come closer to her.
"Look at this."
I walked up to Impa. Here, it seemed, that a huge sword had cut a deep gash in the mountainside: there was a great breach in the wall that enabled one to look out over a great chasm in the mountains.
I gasped.
Because of the cut in the mountain, anyone who looked over the side of the wall would have a great view of Hyrule Field. We were at least six hundred feet up already, and even then I could not see to Gerudo Valley on the other side of the plain. For as far as I could see there was nothing but green, rolling fields with so rich a hue that it seemed not of this world. A few dirt roads ran here and there amidst the rolling hills and plains, but whether it was a trick of my eyes or simply the noon sun the paths seemed to be wrought out of pure gold. I looked straight ahead and I could see Lon Lon Ranch: I wondered what Malon was doing. To the right was Hyrule Castle: It gleamed fair, white, and indomitable in the bright, clear day. Its many fountains laughed and played. Sending clear water high up to burst into thousands of tiny sparkling shards and come back down with a playful splash. Crystalline water shone and gleamed in the moat as it made its way to join the Romeyah river that led eventually to Lake Hylia. To the left was nothing but green plains, but I thought I could descry a shadow of green and a glimmer of blue: Kokiri Forest and Lake Hylia. Without a word Impa took my hand and led me up the rest of the steps.
I could not see anything but the entryway, which was marked by a tall wooden fence with an opening in the middle so people could walk through. A large wooden sign that spanned the across it read:
1 Welcome to Kakariko Village
1.1 Opened and Maintained By The Great Impa
The GREAT Impa!? I knew Impa was great in my eyes, but I did not know that that was her title.
"Oh my goodness! It's The Great Impa!"
A nearby Hylian Soldier standing guard by the fence had seen us, and was rushing over. He bowed to Impa as he spoke.
"Oh, Lady Impa, how wonderful it is to see you here! Tell me, Lady, what brings you to our humble town?"
"My own personal business, I assure you. I want to make sure that everybody acts as if I were not here. Is that understood?
"Yes, of course, my Lady."
He ran off through the gate and into the town. I could hear his voice barking orders at the residents. After a moment he returned.
"I told them they are to completely ignore you unless you address them. You may enter, Lady."
"Thank you kindly. Come on, Zel- I mean, Siri. Let's go!
Impa took my hand and led me through the gate. For about twelve feet the wall remained on either side, but finally (and rather abruptly) we left the shelter of the Stair and entered the village. Kakariko village was a quiet place, and much less populated than I had expected. Cuccos clucked here and there, and a worried-looking woman was chasing some of them around, yet she seemed afraid to touch them. Harried carpenters ran back and forth, back and forth, not really doing anything at all, though they looked as if they could use the exercise. A burly man stepped out of a house just forward and a little to the right. He was escorted by a soldier and did not look happy in the least.
"That way."
Impa pointed to the house, which had a small flight of steps leading up to it. It had a red roof and white paneled siding. It looked very cozy.
Impa led me up the stairs and into the house. As we entered, a soldier outside the entrance bowed low.
Inside the house there was a gilded throne that sat facing the door. Facing the throne was an upholstered chair. On it sat a gilded book bound in gold. Underneath the book was a blue velvet pouch that looked as if there was something still inside. A table off to the left was littered with all kinds of papers, maps, and other documents, some of which had fallen off onto the floor. Impa was about to sit on the throne, but she paused. She turned to me and spoke.
"Sit here."
"Why should I sit there? Usually I'm the one that sits in the little chair."
"I will tell you in a moment. Just sit for now."
I sat down on the throne and immediately felt very small: my feet could not even reach the ground, and I nearly sank all the way into the red velvet cushions.
After I was settled, Impa picked up the pouch and the book and set them in her lap as she sat down on the other chair. She did not speak for a while.
Finally my curiosity got the best of me and I looked at Impa's face, searching for any clue as to how she felt. Her head was bowed and still she did not speak. A single teardrop fell glistening onto her cheek. It was then that it hit me:
Impa was crying.
Disclaimer: See previous chapters
Well, here I am, for another update! FINALLY! Sorry, but if you'll look at my stories, you'll see that I have another new story, and, well, it took me longer than I had expected. Sorry! But, hey! At least I'm updating, right? Well, I'll shut up now and let you read this chapter!
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Up, up we climbed. The stairs were very long, and very steep. They went on eastwards for some way, but eventually Impa and I reached a landing. It was almost noon now, so the sunlight was finally able to break over the mountains and shine down upon the stair. Impa paused as she waited for me to catch my breath.
"You look hungry," she said. "Why don't we rest here for a moment and have something to eat?"
"I'd like that."
It was just then that I realized I was hot. I threw off the cloak that had been covering me ever since I had ridden out of the castle gate. I felt much better, but I was still hot: Sheikan fabric is thicker than it looks (and feels). I sat down as Impa rummaged in a belt pack. It was funny: I hadn't noticed that belt pack until now, but if I look back, I can remember Impa always wearing it.
"Here you go!"
Impa handed me my lunch: Some bread, an apple, a little bit of cheese, and some milk. The meal was much different than what I was used to, but it was very good. It somehow seemed to be more sustaining than the food we have at the caslte.
"Thank you," I said between bites.
Impa laughed.
"That's very un-princesslike," she scolded playfully. "I hope no one sees you behaving in that manner? What would they think the world was coming to?"
I swallowed my food and laughed with her.
"They can't recognize me, though! They would think only that I was a Sheikah with horrible table manners!"
That was too much for both of us. We laughed and laughed and laughed. I can't remember ever laughing so hard. And somehow, as we laughed there in the sunshine, a great weight was lifted off my shoulders. I decided then and there to laugh more often.
Once we were finished, Impa gathered up everything and put it away. She then took my hand and led me up the second flight of stairs. At one point she stopped and beckoned for me to come closer to her.
"Look at this."
I walked up to Impa. Here, it seemed, that a huge sword had cut a deep gash in the mountainside: there was a great breach in the wall that enabled one to look out over a great chasm in the mountains.
I gasped.
Because of the cut in the mountain, anyone who looked over the side of the wall would have a great view of Hyrule Field. We were at least six hundred feet up already, and even then I could not see to Gerudo Valley on the other side of the plain. For as far as I could see there was nothing but green, rolling fields with so rich a hue that it seemed not of this world. A few dirt roads ran here and there amidst the rolling hills and plains, but whether it was a trick of my eyes or simply the noon sun the paths seemed to be wrought out of pure gold. I looked straight ahead and I could see Lon Lon Ranch: I wondered what Malon was doing. To the right was Hyrule Castle: It gleamed fair, white, and indomitable in the bright, clear day. Its many fountains laughed and played. Sending clear water high up to burst into thousands of tiny sparkling shards and come back down with a playful splash. Crystalline water shone and gleamed in the moat as it made its way to join the Romeyah river that led eventually to Lake Hylia. To the left was nothing but green plains, but I thought I could descry a shadow of green and a glimmer of blue: Kokiri Forest and Lake Hylia. Without a word Impa took my hand and led me up the rest of the steps.
I could not see anything but the entryway, which was marked by a tall wooden fence with an opening in the middle so people could walk through. A large wooden sign that spanned the across it read:
1 Welcome to Kakariko Village
1.1 Opened and Maintained By The Great Impa
The GREAT Impa!? I knew Impa was great in my eyes, but I did not know that that was her title.
"Oh my goodness! It's The Great Impa!"
A nearby Hylian Soldier standing guard by the fence had seen us, and was rushing over. He bowed to Impa as he spoke.
"Oh, Lady Impa, how wonderful it is to see you here! Tell me, Lady, what brings you to our humble town?"
"My own personal business, I assure you. I want to make sure that everybody acts as if I were not here. Is that understood?
"Yes, of course, my Lady."
He ran off through the gate and into the town. I could hear his voice barking orders at the residents. After a moment he returned.
"I told them they are to completely ignore you unless you address them. You may enter, Lady."
"Thank you kindly. Come on, Zel- I mean, Siri. Let's go!
Impa took my hand and led me through the gate. For about twelve feet the wall remained on either side, but finally (and rather abruptly) we left the shelter of the Stair and entered the village. Kakariko village was a quiet place, and much less populated than I had expected. Cuccos clucked here and there, and a worried-looking woman was chasing some of them around, yet she seemed afraid to touch them. Harried carpenters ran back and forth, back and forth, not really doing anything at all, though they looked as if they could use the exercise. A burly man stepped out of a house just forward and a little to the right. He was escorted by a soldier and did not look happy in the least.
"That way."
Impa pointed to the house, which had a small flight of steps leading up to it. It had a red roof and white paneled siding. It looked very cozy.
Impa led me up the stairs and into the house. As we entered, a soldier outside the entrance bowed low.
Inside the house there was a gilded throne that sat facing the door. Facing the throne was an upholstered chair. On it sat a gilded book bound in gold. Underneath the book was a blue velvet pouch that looked as if there was something still inside. A table off to the left was littered with all kinds of papers, maps, and other documents, some of which had fallen off onto the floor. Impa was about to sit on the throne, but she paused. She turned to me and spoke.
"Sit here."
"Why should I sit there? Usually I'm the one that sits in the little chair."
"I will tell you in a moment. Just sit for now."
I sat down on the throne and immediately felt very small: my feet could not even reach the ground, and I nearly sank all the way into the red velvet cushions.
After I was settled, Impa picked up the pouch and the book and set them in her lap as she sat down on the other chair. She did not speak for a while.
Finally my curiosity got the best of me and I looked at Impa's face, searching for any clue as to how she felt. Her head was bowed and still she did not speak. A single teardrop fell glistening onto her cheek. It was then that it hit me:
Impa was crying.