The Princess of Destiny
A FanFic by Sheik
Disclaimer: See prev. Chapters. Yeah.
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Impa stood silent. She knew what this meant for me: I was accepting that my mother was gone and would never come back. When I was very little, I didn't understand that she had been killed: I wished every night on the power of the Legendary Sages that she would come back. Now, standing here in the Tomb of the Royal Family, I was accepting that she was gone.
I began to whimper as I tried to hold back the tears that came in such force. Finally the floodgates broke and I threw myself into Impa's always-reassuring embrace.
"It's okay, dear….let it out….no one will see you in here." Impa knew how I hated crying in front of anyone: as future Queen, I had to be strong.
A horrifying shriek pierced the subsiding sound of my sobs. I felt suddenly frozen: try as I might, I could only move my eyes. I struggled to be free of the spell as what seemed to be one of the Souls of Shadow: It was of human shape, but it certainly was not of this world. Impa let go of me and drew herself up to her full height: at nearly seven feet, she was tall even for a Sheikah. She called out in a commanding voice what seemed to be an incantation of some sort:
"Epp samul, dnebce, tyh uh ydd nuueo kahidcan aclym!"
With a sigh the creature melted into the ground and its spirit, seeming to have been freed, floated away and vanished. I fell back into Impa's arms feeling suddenly weak.
"What WAS that?! I asked. "It seemed to have been pulling the very life from me!"
"It was doing just that. It was one of the Souls of Shadow: it is called a ReDead by the Hylians. It freezes its victim and then draws the life from them. It was trying to repent of the evils it had committed in its earthly life by ridding this place of an intruder. This place is the charge of the Sheikah."
"But I'm half Sheikah!"
"I suppose it did not recognize you. Such beings do not have the ability to know princesses from any other beings, Zelda." Impa sighed. "I always said not to make this place open into the Shadow Temple. But those fools assumed that the Sheikah would take care of everything."
"Well, can't they?"
"Not always, Zelda. We have out faults, just like any other living creature. Even without those faults, it would take all the Sheikah in the world to keep those spirits in the Shadow Temple for good, and we are needed elsewhere. Are you ready to go?"
I nodded. This place was too sad, and the Shadow Temple being so near was not a comforting thought.
It was nearly Sunset, which meant that it was time to go. The StalChildren would appear as soon as the Wolfos of the Lost Woods howled, and we couldn't stay overnight because Father had ordered Impa to have the two of us home by nightfall.
We said our farewells to the villagers, who seemed relieved to have these Shadow Folk leaving their town.
We paused at the Window on the Stair, as the break in the wall was called, to admire the sunset: A flame-kissed sky swept with clouds like the feathers of the Phoenix, the sky already midnight blue in the east behind us. Impa led me down the stair and into the hidden stable where I mounted Comet and Impa mounted the brown horse. Away we rode.
As soon as we crossed the bridge, I was amazed at how light the air became: I was getting used to the thickness of the places guarded by the Mazyv of the Sheikah.
Just as dusk lowered its veil onto the land we entered the Market, and the response we got from the people there was priceless. Some people went into their houses and shut the windows, some simply stared, sum ran away, and excited children, seeing their first Sheikahs, walked right up to the horses while worried parents pulled them back. The children, however, walked right up to us again. One girl just about my age walked up beside Comet. I smiled at her.
"Hello," I said.
"Hi." She seemed shy.
We rode on.
The drawbridge leading into the town shut as the Wolfos howled. Immediately following it were the scratches of the StalChildren trying to get into the town. Immediately after the howling of the Wolfos, people closed their shops, children ran inside, and within seconds the only people outside were Impa, some Hylian Soldiers, and I.
We rode on.
The guards saluted.
We rode on.
We reached the gate. The guard there saluted and opened the gate.
We rode on.
We reached the stables and turned the horses into the care of Kennih, the stable-keeper, and went inside.
So ended my first day free of responsibility: free of my royal heritage, free of cares, of spells, of headdresses, and of myself.
A FanFic by Sheik
Disclaimer: See prev. Chapters. Yeah.
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Impa stood silent. She knew what this meant for me: I was accepting that my mother was gone and would never come back. When I was very little, I didn't understand that she had been killed: I wished every night on the power of the Legendary Sages that she would come back. Now, standing here in the Tomb of the Royal Family, I was accepting that she was gone.
I began to whimper as I tried to hold back the tears that came in such force. Finally the floodgates broke and I threw myself into Impa's always-reassuring embrace.
"It's okay, dear….let it out….no one will see you in here." Impa knew how I hated crying in front of anyone: as future Queen, I had to be strong.
A horrifying shriek pierced the subsiding sound of my sobs. I felt suddenly frozen: try as I might, I could only move my eyes. I struggled to be free of the spell as what seemed to be one of the Souls of Shadow: It was of human shape, but it certainly was not of this world. Impa let go of me and drew herself up to her full height: at nearly seven feet, she was tall even for a Sheikah. She called out in a commanding voice what seemed to be an incantation of some sort:
"Epp samul, dnebce, tyh uh ydd nuueo kahidcan aclym!"
With a sigh the creature melted into the ground and its spirit, seeming to have been freed, floated away and vanished. I fell back into Impa's arms feeling suddenly weak.
"What WAS that?! I asked. "It seemed to have been pulling the very life from me!"
"It was doing just that. It was one of the Souls of Shadow: it is called a ReDead by the Hylians. It freezes its victim and then draws the life from them. It was trying to repent of the evils it had committed in its earthly life by ridding this place of an intruder. This place is the charge of the Sheikah."
"But I'm half Sheikah!"
"I suppose it did not recognize you. Such beings do not have the ability to know princesses from any other beings, Zelda." Impa sighed. "I always said not to make this place open into the Shadow Temple. But those fools assumed that the Sheikah would take care of everything."
"Well, can't they?"
"Not always, Zelda. We have out faults, just like any other living creature. Even without those faults, it would take all the Sheikah in the world to keep those spirits in the Shadow Temple for good, and we are needed elsewhere. Are you ready to go?"
I nodded. This place was too sad, and the Shadow Temple being so near was not a comforting thought.
It was nearly Sunset, which meant that it was time to go. The StalChildren would appear as soon as the Wolfos of the Lost Woods howled, and we couldn't stay overnight because Father had ordered Impa to have the two of us home by nightfall.
We said our farewells to the villagers, who seemed relieved to have these Shadow Folk leaving their town.
We paused at the Window on the Stair, as the break in the wall was called, to admire the sunset: A flame-kissed sky swept with clouds like the feathers of the Phoenix, the sky already midnight blue in the east behind us. Impa led me down the stair and into the hidden stable where I mounted Comet and Impa mounted the brown horse. Away we rode.
As soon as we crossed the bridge, I was amazed at how light the air became: I was getting used to the thickness of the places guarded by the Mazyv of the Sheikah.
Just as dusk lowered its veil onto the land we entered the Market, and the response we got from the people there was priceless. Some people went into their houses and shut the windows, some simply stared, sum ran away, and excited children, seeing their first Sheikahs, walked right up to the horses while worried parents pulled them back. The children, however, walked right up to us again. One girl just about my age walked up beside Comet. I smiled at her.
"Hello," I said.
"Hi." She seemed shy.
We rode on.
The drawbridge leading into the town shut as the Wolfos howled. Immediately following it were the scratches of the StalChildren trying to get into the town. Immediately after the howling of the Wolfos, people closed their shops, children ran inside, and within seconds the only people outside were Impa, some Hylian Soldiers, and I.
We rode on.
The guards saluted.
We rode on.
We reached the gate. The guard there saluted and opened the gate.
We rode on.
We reached the stables and turned the horses into the care of Kennih, the stable-keeper, and went inside.
So ended my first day free of responsibility: free of my royal heritage, free of cares, of spells, of headdresses, and of myself.