Guilt
I just don't seem to be able to say no to my reviewers, so here's another chapter of the same angsty style. However, this time, it is Zelda who reflects upon the past, and how her flee affected her people. She is wracked with guilt from the past, and cannot see a brighter day to come.
So, for Gunoung7, Sycorgerl64, LilFilipinoGurl, Ooshii Kurai, mo, Metallicafangirl (I LOVE YOU DAMMIT!), SilverCrystal Valkyrie, H7 and Ani, I present to you this chapter, with my humble thanks for the reviews.
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Oh, how weary I do feel today - I have had to perform duty after duty, riding around to accept the cheers of thousands in the town, to place wreaths of remembrance on the graves of those who died in the seven years of darkness. To show that once again, Hyrule is free and prosperous as it ever was. Even though I, the one who must rule over it, and ensure that it remains safe forevermore, am plagued with fears and terrors that I cannot combat by any magic. For memories are not easily gotten rid of.
Every day, I awake early in the mornings, and my first task - oh, I say it as though it is a burden. No, it is not. And he is not an 'it' either. He is a scared child, just as I am, who had to grow too fast, and learn things that he would rather not have known. I am the cause for this - it was my sheer stupidity and naivety that brought this upon him. However, as I was saying, each morning, before the sun rises, I go to tend to the Hero.
Oh, how strange it feels to roll that name from my tongue, when all I really want to do is whisper his name across the breeze, for all to remember forevermore. Link - the boy/man, who has been marred and scarred by the cruel twists of fate. Played with by destiny, just as I have been. At least, I had things explained to me before everything came crashing down about me. I at least had Impa, and the other Sheikah who protected me in the darkness. He...he had to awaken to hell on earth.
And oh, how I wish it wasn't so. How I wish I could undo all of this suffering, and bring back the dead, replace Link's lost years. See Sheik's vermilion eyes with the sparkle of life in them once more, and hear his jeers as I try to wield a sword and fail miserably.
So many things do I wish, and yet, even with the Tri-Force of Wisdom, I cannot foresee any possible way by which these wishes might come true. It is hard enough to govern a recovering land, and keep on smiling whilst I do it, without these dark clouds over me. I keep telling myself that I should not think on it - that Link needs my help, as do the people. I must not be selfish in mourning all the loss alone. I must aide this land as a true ruler should!
And yet...I cannot.
I cannot bear to forget the torment I placed on an innocent land's shoulders.
To merely throw these thoughts away would be heinous. It would be saying that I placed no store, nor care, on the harm I inflicted through utter foolishness. Through childhood folly!
To turn away from these facts would be even worse than to see them, and analyse what they mean. I would rather remember the raging fires, the seas of blood, mutilated limbs, people half-dead standing over their sobbing children - just to show that they all hold significance. That they have received the martyr status that all of them - every single one - deserves, even if only in the mind of one fragile, foolish woman.
It is not nearly enough payment, but I hope they know...I hope that wherever in death they may have gone, they are aware of how greatly I admire what they did.
Oh, foolish, foolish talk. Admire? Admire does not nearly cover it. Link I admire, yes - but those people.
Every day I could mourn a new face, until the day of my death, and yet there would be thousands more left to mourn. All over me - all in the search for me, little Hylian girls lined up and killed, in the hope that one may be me in disguise. Young men throwing futures away as they tried to rescue their damsels, protect their towns and families from the pillaging dark creatures, and those disgusting ones who had turned over to the darkness with glee.
Oh foul, cruel fate! You do despise us lowly mortals, don't you? You do like to toy with us, and then kill us for your twisted pleasures?
What am I doing? I am talking as though I try to blame others. No...how dare I do such a thing? It comes down to the simple fact, that I told Link; poor, wondrous, estranged boy, who was not sure which way was up from the look of him... I told him to gather those stones. And he did, out of simple good nature, out of a trust that this Princess of Destiny was wise enough to set store by what she said.
Hah - the Tri-Force gave me the part for wisdom, and yet I am the biggest fool of all time.
Impa would scold me so much, if she knew but a little of my thinking. Perhaps it is merely her training, or perhaps she did set some sort of love upon me. But, she always was a mother to me, since mine own never lived past the first few days of my existence. Alas, it seems that everyone who is near me becomes endangered by the same foes I have. Father died also because of me, waylaying the dark Gerudo as I fled the Castle Town that fateful night.
That night that began it all, and forced Link to a path he should never have had to tread.
And, whilst he was blissfully asleep, I had to run like a thief in the night, and steal away from the kingdom I longed to protect. When the Door of Time was opened, the Tri-Force of wisdom burned into my hand, and Impa rode harder, fearing that with his Power, Ganondorf would seek us out.
Further shadows joined us, all intent on protecting the Sacred Princess - the Princess of the highest Destiny. And, one by one, on our wearying travels through distant corners of the world, by sea and land, they fell by the wayside. Cut down in the prime of their lives, as we all rode ever onwards, away and away.
The Princess had to survive - that was their mission task. It was their imperative. I was the very thing that they lived - and died for. And, gladly, I would give my own feeble life to bring all of them back again. Arbreth, who was so kind, and taught me the tenuous way of fishing with no rod - the hours of merriment he and I had together trying to de scale the fish. Then Feulte, who was always so silent, and yet prone to bursts of song in the times when we could stop and rest a while.
And there were so many more. I feel ashamed, but some of their names have evaded me as the years have gone on. One though - ah, that one. He cannot be forgotten, for he was so close to me. He devised the plan to help Link through his arduous tasks, and then blend me back into Link's life as though nothing at all had happened, and Ganondorf was just some tiny blip in the general happiness of life.
Again, I see with what folly I have played life. And with interminable horror, I can also see what was sacrificed just so that my one life could go on.
Link is calling for me again - his nightmares are more vivid than mine, and I wish that I couldst comfort him. But, he will not take that which I offer - he refuses to, out of belief that he too can bring nothing but misery to those he is around. Perhaps it is our curse...perhaps it is what must happen to those of destiny.
We must be alone...even when we sit together, or talk with one another, both of us shall always be alone.
And it is a terror no others should ever have to face.
To be disgusted with oneself.
To wonder whether you are sane, after the torment of life, and then to wonder if you ever were to begin with when sleep steals you away.
To wish and pray fervently that life is but a dream, and you shall wake up, warm and safe and loved, in a world where no darkness has ever been heard of, even in legend.
Such is our curse. That we must hate and fear ourselves, and the others like us.
For I admit, I worry for Link. He says things whilst he sleeps - when he thinks I am not there to hear him. He mutters and mutters to himself, and weeps for hours on end, before returning to his usual state of apathy.
And I must only watch - never comfort.never touch. For fear of what I may be inclined to do. If I ever came too close to him, I am not sure I could contain the urge to hold him and never let him go. To tell him he is loved, he is needed.
To tell him I am sorry for all that has befallen him because of me.
To thank him for merely being alive to start with.
But, all these things I must never do. I must remain strong, regal and merry to my people. I must lead them into this uncertain era of rebuilding and new hope. And I must do this all when my heart is as black as pitch, and my soul screams constantly for death to take me away. So many things must I do...
I wish that I could not be me. If only for one day, I wish to be someone else. Or to at least turn back the clocks so that I am that child, peering through that window at the accursed Ganondorf. So that I can turn to Link, and giggle, and then ask him to be friends. So that I never mentioned the stones, or my petty little fears. I wish...
Again, wishing is a futile practice.
I shall stop at once. Link murmurs his fears, and I will attempt to comfort him, though he will no doubt rage and tell me to let him be. Link...he has every right to hate me - and yet he is still trying to protect me. Still trying, when he is too weak with sorrow, and too tired from weeping to even move.
Oh, unfortunately called 'Hero of Time', think to yourself. Rest...do not think of the Princess of Destiny - for it is she who called you to all these evil tasks. It is she who has forced you to this.
Many tears have I cried for the past. For those who died protecting me; protecting their families; protecting the weak and innocent who had no hope of protecting themselves. For the young boy, known as Sheik, who it was made to seem never existed...that I have remedied at least. For these people I cry - and for so many more.
And I shall cry many more tears, and think many more thoughts of sorrowful remorse before the sun finally sets on my life.
Let the night come soon to me.
So that it might set me free.
And lead me to the bliss of dark, unknowing eternity.
Oh, holy death - wilst though soon come to me?
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R+R. Again, tell me what you thought of this. I...I feel strange now. I shall have to read some humour story to lift my spirits again...
Soda
I just don't seem to be able to say no to my reviewers, so here's another chapter of the same angsty style. However, this time, it is Zelda who reflects upon the past, and how her flee affected her people. She is wracked with guilt from the past, and cannot see a brighter day to come.
So, for Gunoung7, Sycorgerl64, LilFilipinoGurl, Ooshii Kurai, mo, Metallicafangirl (I LOVE YOU DAMMIT!), SilverCrystal Valkyrie, H7 and Ani, I present to you this chapter, with my humble thanks for the reviews.
~/*\~/*\~/*\~
Oh, how weary I do feel today - I have had to perform duty after duty, riding around to accept the cheers of thousands in the town, to place wreaths of remembrance on the graves of those who died in the seven years of darkness. To show that once again, Hyrule is free and prosperous as it ever was. Even though I, the one who must rule over it, and ensure that it remains safe forevermore, am plagued with fears and terrors that I cannot combat by any magic. For memories are not easily gotten rid of.
Every day, I awake early in the mornings, and my first task - oh, I say it as though it is a burden. No, it is not. And he is not an 'it' either. He is a scared child, just as I am, who had to grow too fast, and learn things that he would rather not have known. I am the cause for this - it was my sheer stupidity and naivety that brought this upon him. However, as I was saying, each morning, before the sun rises, I go to tend to the Hero.
Oh, how strange it feels to roll that name from my tongue, when all I really want to do is whisper his name across the breeze, for all to remember forevermore. Link - the boy/man, who has been marred and scarred by the cruel twists of fate. Played with by destiny, just as I have been. At least, I had things explained to me before everything came crashing down about me. I at least had Impa, and the other Sheikah who protected me in the darkness. He...he had to awaken to hell on earth.
And oh, how I wish it wasn't so. How I wish I could undo all of this suffering, and bring back the dead, replace Link's lost years. See Sheik's vermilion eyes with the sparkle of life in them once more, and hear his jeers as I try to wield a sword and fail miserably.
So many things do I wish, and yet, even with the Tri-Force of Wisdom, I cannot foresee any possible way by which these wishes might come true. It is hard enough to govern a recovering land, and keep on smiling whilst I do it, without these dark clouds over me. I keep telling myself that I should not think on it - that Link needs my help, as do the people. I must not be selfish in mourning all the loss alone. I must aide this land as a true ruler should!
And yet...I cannot.
I cannot bear to forget the torment I placed on an innocent land's shoulders.
To merely throw these thoughts away would be heinous. It would be saying that I placed no store, nor care, on the harm I inflicted through utter foolishness. Through childhood folly!
To turn away from these facts would be even worse than to see them, and analyse what they mean. I would rather remember the raging fires, the seas of blood, mutilated limbs, people half-dead standing over their sobbing children - just to show that they all hold significance. That they have received the martyr status that all of them - every single one - deserves, even if only in the mind of one fragile, foolish woman.
It is not nearly enough payment, but I hope they know...I hope that wherever in death they may have gone, they are aware of how greatly I admire what they did.
Oh, foolish, foolish talk. Admire? Admire does not nearly cover it. Link I admire, yes - but those people.
Every day I could mourn a new face, until the day of my death, and yet there would be thousands more left to mourn. All over me - all in the search for me, little Hylian girls lined up and killed, in the hope that one may be me in disguise. Young men throwing futures away as they tried to rescue their damsels, protect their towns and families from the pillaging dark creatures, and those disgusting ones who had turned over to the darkness with glee.
Oh foul, cruel fate! You do despise us lowly mortals, don't you? You do like to toy with us, and then kill us for your twisted pleasures?
What am I doing? I am talking as though I try to blame others. No...how dare I do such a thing? It comes down to the simple fact, that I told Link; poor, wondrous, estranged boy, who was not sure which way was up from the look of him... I told him to gather those stones. And he did, out of simple good nature, out of a trust that this Princess of Destiny was wise enough to set store by what she said.
Hah - the Tri-Force gave me the part for wisdom, and yet I am the biggest fool of all time.
Impa would scold me so much, if she knew but a little of my thinking. Perhaps it is merely her training, or perhaps she did set some sort of love upon me. But, she always was a mother to me, since mine own never lived past the first few days of my existence. Alas, it seems that everyone who is near me becomes endangered by the same foes I have. Father died also because of me, waylaying the dark Gerudo as I fled the Castle Town that fateful night.
That night that began it all, and forced Link to a path he should never have had to tread.
And, whilst he was blissfully asleep, I had to run like a thief in the night, and steal away from the kingdom I longed to protect. When the Door of Time was opened, the Tri-Force of wisdom burned into my hand, and Impa rode harder, fearing that with his Power, Ganondorf would seek us out.
Further shadows joined us, all intent on protecting the Sacred Princess - the Princess of the highest Destiny. And, one by one, on our wearying travels through distant corners of the world, by sea and land, they fell by the wayside. Cut down in the prime of their lives, as we all rode ever onwards, away and away.
The Princess had to survive - that was their mission task. It was their imperative. I was the very thing that they lived - and died for. And, gladly, I would give my own feeble life to bring all of them back again. Arbreth, who was so kind, and taught me the tenuous way of fishing with no rod - the hours of merriment he and I had together trying to de scale the fish. Then Feulte, who was always so silent, and yet prone to bursts of song in the times when we could stop and rest a while.
And there were so many more. I feel ashamed, but some of their names have evaded me as the years have gone on. One though - ah, that one. He cannot be forgotten, for he was so close to me. He devised the plan to help Link through his arduous tasks, and then blend me back into Link's life as though nothing at all had happened, and Ganondorf was just some tiny blip in the general happiness of life.
Again, I see with what folly I have played life. And with interminable horror, I can also see what was sacrificed just so that my one life could go on.
Link is calling for me again - his nightmares are more vivid than mine, and I wish that I couldst comfort him. But, he will not take that which I offer - he refuses to, out of belief that he too can bring nothing but misery to those he is around. Perhaps it is our curse...perhaps it is what must happen to those of destiny.
We must be alone...even when we sit together, or talk with one another, both of us shall always be alone.
And it is a terror no others should ever have to face.
To be disgusted with oneself.
To wonder whether you are sane, after the torment of life, and then to wonder if you ever were to begin with when sleep steals you away.
To wish and pray fervently that life is but a dream, and you shall wake up, warm and safe and loved, in a world where no darkness has ever been heard of, even in legend.
Such is our curse. That we must hate and fear ourselves, and the others like us.
For I admit, I worry for Link. He says things whilst he sleeps - when he thinks I am not there to hear him. He mutters and mutters to himself, and weeps for hours on end, before returning to his usual state of apathy.
And I must only watch - never comfort.never touch. For fear of what I may be inclined to do. If I ever came too close to him, I am not sure I could contain the urge to hold him and never let him go. To tell him he is loved, he is needed.
To tell him I am sorry for all that has befallen him because of me.
To thank him for merely being alive to start with.
But, all these things I must never do. I must remain strong, regal and merry to my people. I must lead them into this uncertain era of rebuilding and new hope. And I must do this all when my heart is as black as pitch, and my soul screams constantly for death to take me away. So many things must I do...
I wish that I could not be me. If only for one day, I wish to be someone else. Or to at least turn back the clocks so that I am that child, peering through that window at the accursed Ganondorf. So that I can turn to Link, and giggle, and then ask him to be friends. So that I never mentioned the stones, or my petty little fears. I wish...
Again, wishing is a futile practice.
I shall stop at once. Link murmurs his fears, and I will attempt to comfort him, though he will no doubt rage and tell me to let him be. Link...he has every right to hate me - and yet he is still trying to protect me. Still trying, when he is too weak with sorrow, and too tired from weeping to even move.
Oh, unfortunately called 'Hero of Time', think to yourself. Rest...do not think of the Princess of Destiny - for it is she who called you to all these evil tasks. It is she who has forced you to this.
Many tears have I cried for the past. For those who died protecting me; protecting their families; protecting the weak and innocent who had no hope of protecting themselves. For the young boy, known as Sheik, who it was made to seem never existed...that I have remedied at least. For these people I cry - and for so many more.
And I shall cry many more tears, and think many more thoughts of sorrowful remorse before the sun finally sets on my life.
Let the night come soon to me.
So that it might set me free.
And lead me to the bliss of dark, unknowing eternity.
Oh, holy death - wilst though soon come to me?
~/*\~/*\~/*\~
R+R. Again, tell me what you thought of this. I...I feel strange now. I shall have to read some humour story to lift my spirits again...
Soda