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*18 years ago*
"MATT!" Dylan roared. "Give that back to her!"
Matt was running wildly around the living room with a small, golden bell clutched in his hand. "Aw, if she wants it, she can get it herself!" he laughed.
Zelda sat wailing in the middle of the room. She'd previously been ringing the bell joyvially, quite enjoying herself. Then, of course, Matt had to ruin the moment and steal it. The small girl was no match against her older brother when it came to running.
"Just give it to her!" Dylan shouted.
"Make me!"
"FINE, I WILL!"
Kathryn was sitting on a couch, reading a thick book and wearing ear plugs. She was used to Dylan picking on Matt and Matt picking on Zelda. It was part of their daily routine to bicker with eachother.
"Kat, give me a hand!" Dylan giggled, chasing Matt around the room.
Calmly, Kathryn stuck her leg out, causing Matt to trip. He fell to the ground, and the bell tumbled out of his hand, right in front of Zelda. She scooped it up and held it close to her protectively.
"Honestly!" Kathryn huffed. "You three should all be quieter! You know mother asked us to be quiet; she's in labor!"
"It's labor day?" Matt asked with confusion.
"No, stupid," Dylan answered flatly. "It means she's in agony-- Darryl's supposed to be born soon."
"Zelda, stop ringing that bell!" Quentin snapped, coming in from his room. "The sound is driving me crazy!"
*Present*
In the middle of the night, Zelda woke up abruptly. She didn't know what had roused her from her sleep, and she sat in bed thinking for a moment. Then Zelda heard someone knocking on her door. Confused, she pulled on a robe and went to answer it.
A red-headed girl of about 12 years old stood before her. "Hello, Zelda! Oh, Goddesses, I've missed you so much! Oops! You be a good girl and don't tell mother on me, Zellie!"
Zelda stood there in shock. The child was ten years younger than her, and much shorter; and yet she was acting like an older sister. She'd suggested that the two had the same mother. . .
"Dylan?" Zelda whispered.
"Of course!" Dylan answered, seeming offended. "Geez, you'd think you'd recognize your own sister!"
Trembling, Zelda reached down. She rested a hand on Dylan's shoulder-- or at least she tried to. Her skin went right through her sister's.
"Sorry," Dylan said. "You can't touch me. But buy a pickle."
"What're you talking about?" Zelda asked wearily. Then her sister started to slowly fade away. "DYLAN! Wait, where are you going?!"
Dylan was almost instantly replaced by a blonde teenager, wearing a blue dress and a small tag that read, "Hi, I'm Kat."
"Kathryn?" Zelda questioned, now quite confused.
The girl nodded solemnly. "We've had trouble talking to you two, Zelda. He needs to know. TELL HIM."
"Wait, don't leave!" Zelda cried, as Kathryn's image started to flicker. She fell to the floor on her knees. "I need so much to be explained!"
Before she ebbed away completely, Kathryn stooped down to her sister's level. She gently traced Zelda's cheek with her hand, crying softly. Zelda tried to touch her hand, but she couldn't touch her sister (for some strange reason). "You aren't the little girl I used to know, Zel. You aren't my little sister. You've grown up. You don't need us to explain anything anymore. . ."
"No, I do!" Zelda insisted. "Don't leave me, please!"
"Oh yes, I almost forgot," Kathryn said, reaching into her pocket. She pulled out a small golden bell. "Here, take this." Kat placed the bell into the deep pocket of Zelda's dress. "Good-bye."
Kathryn dissolved into the night air. But then, a taller figure took her place. She seemed to give off some sort of a dim light as she walked closer to Zelda.
"Get to your feet," the woman said in a soft but firm voice.
Slowly standing, Zelda stared at the woman in front of her. "Holy Nayru. . ."
The mysterious figure sighed with annoyance. "Dear child, have I taught you nothing? Dylan must've seen you already. . .don't use the Goddesses' names in vain!" Her expression softened a bit. "But how can I tell you what to do now, Zelda? You've blossomed into such a lovely young woman. . ." Tears were visible. "You aren't my little girl anymore."
"Mother. . ." Zelda whispered, trying her best not to fall to the floor again in tears. "I-I'm still your daughter, please tell me what to do!"
Impa laughed heartily. "You're such a wonderful child, Zelda. Oh my dear, it's been so long since I've been able to say that name. . .I thought that he'd been killed, but he's right here around you. You must tell him."
"Tell him what?" Zelda asked. "Who is 'him'?"
"Why don't you let them both know?" Impa asked, cocking her head to one side in a motherly fashion.
"I am so confused, mother," Zelda said softly. She tried to embrace Impa, but her hands went right through the spirit. "I don't know what to do!"
"Life is full of tough choices," Impa agreed. "But I suggest that you get your sleep tonight, my dear. Oh, how I've missed you."
To Zelda's amazement, her mother reached out and held her in a tight embrace. How was she doing this--she hadn't been able to touch her before! Both started crying, but also tried to (unsuccessfully) hide their tears from each other. Impa kissed Zelda's forehead softly.
"Don't leave me, mother!" Zelda pleaded. "I can't do this alone; I don't have anyone to tell me what I'm supposed to even be doing!"
"Look inside yourself," Impa laughed. "You'll find the answere there." She began to fade away. "Good-night, Zelda."
Suddenly, Zelda sat straight in her bed, full of pure shock. Sweat poured down her forehead. A dream, it had all been a dream. . .but it didn't make sense. . .why had they come? Who had they all been talking about? Zelda's mind zoomed with questions about her baffling dream. . .that dream. . .
Trying to go back to sleep, Zelda turned over. She felt a lump on her side, as if she was lying on something. Confused and annoyed, Zelda reached into her pocket. She pulled out a small object. . .a minute golden bell. She gasped. Was this not the object that her sister had just handed her in her dream? Before she knew it, Zelda had fainted from shock and surprise.
She started to dream again. Would this constant dreaming ever stop? This time, Zelda was in a high tower, looking out at a vast, green field. All alone. The sun was setting in front of her--a beautiful sight, and yet she seemed to be somewhat depressed a bit.
Then she heard it. The sound of hooves beating upon grass. She looked into the distance, and saw a man in a green tunic riding a large brown horse. Excited, Zelda flew down the stairs to meet the rider. She reached the door, opened it, and ran into the substantially sized field.
"Well, I'm back," said the man, dismounting his horse. She galloped away. Then the rider turned to face Zelda. It was Link.
"I've been waiting for you," Zelda whispered, running towards him and embracing him tightly. "You've been gone so long!"
"It's only been two days," he sighed hastily, grinning and hugging her back.
"Two minutes is a long time to be away from you," she said in a soft voice. Zelda laughed to herself at the corny romantic line.
"Well, all that matters is that I'm back," Link said. He pulled away from Zelda, still clasping onto her hands. "Here, let me make up for it." Smiling, the Prince put one hand on Zelda's waist, and lifted the other up.
The couple started to waltz in the field. As Link twirled her in and out, Zelda could only wish that the moments could last for an eternity. He drew her in once more, but this time, she clung to his shoulders. Without any comprehension of what she was doing, Zelda quickly leaned forward and kissed him.
Link pulled away first, but to Zelda's surprise, he was smiling brightly. "Was there something you wanted to tell me?" he asked out of the blue.
"Yes," Zelda answered, suddenly remembering. "There was something I wanted to tell you about Darryl."
But before Link had a chance to ask about Darryl, Zelda woke up. She was still clasping tightly onto her golden bell. She stared at it, then thought about her dream. She had just kissed the Prince of Hyrule!!
"Oh, it's going to be a looooooong night," Zelda groaned.
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Link wasn't having such a great night either. His mind was also clouded with mysterious, strange dreams.
He was on a small island, mist circling overhead. On one side, the water was shallow and clear. On the other, it was dark, and looked rather deep. Then he noticed two women, one on each side of the island.
Malon was in the shallow water, wearing a slim bathing suit, laughing and beckoning Link to join her. Then there was an unusually gorgeous blonde woman on the other, darker, side. . .who was she? Link knew he'd seen her before--oh yes! That was Zelda, Malon's servant.
"Help!" Zelda shouted to him. "Somebody help, please!"
"Link, come on!" Malon laughed. "Come over here with me!"
"Please, help!" Zelda cried. She suddenly seemed to be getting sucked into the dark water around her. "Please!"
"Oh, don't listen to her," Malon snapped. "She's only faking it--she just wants to be rescued by a prince! Besides, if she is drowning, someone will save her! We're not the only people on this island, you know. C'mon!"
Link turned to face Malon, waiting to hear if Zelda's screams would persist. He heard nothing. Feeling relieved, Link leapt into the shallow, clear water by Malon. But as soon as he came to the surface, he saw red liquid spurting from his hands.
"It's blood!" Malon shrieked, getting out of the water in a hurry. "Link, what'd you do!? What happened to you!?"
As his eyes widened, Link watched the water around him turn slowly into dark, crimson-colored blood. 'It's more of a question of what DIDN'T I do!' Link thought to himself worriedly.
Then suddenly, he woke up. Link lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, afraid to go back to sleep. He didn't know what it meant, any of it. Would he ever face such a situation in life? But before the Prince knew it, he had drifted back off to sleep.
And there he was, back on that tiny island--in the same predicament. Malon was joyfully calling out to him on one side, Zelda crying out for help on the other. Link took a half-step towards Malon, then thought again.
The last time he'd been here, he'd gone to Malon and the water surrounding him turned into blood. What would happen if he. . .
Link turned and ran towards Zelda. The water began sucking her down once more, and she called out to him for help.
"Hold on, I've got you!" Link shouted. On his stomach, he slid on the sand towards the servant. He reached out his hands, and she grasped them firmly. The water's power on Zelda, however, seemed to be growing stronger.
"Help!" Zelda cried. "Please, help!"
"I've got you!" Link yelled, looking her in the eyes. "I won't let go! Just pull--help me pull you back up."
Between the two of them, Link and Zelda managed to muster enough strength to pull her back onto the island. They crawled as far away from the shoreline as possible, then collapsed onto the sand.
"Are you all right?" Link asked.
"I--I think so," Zelda answered, heaving deep breaths to steady herself. She coughed, and small bits of seaweed came out of her mouth. "I'll be okay." Zelda turned to face Link. "Thanks so much for. . .saving me."
Turning a bit red, Link turned away. "Well, I couldn't help it. There's no one else here that could've saved you. If I'd let you alone, you would've been sucked up by the water again."
"Again?" Zelda asked, a bit confused.
"No, not again," Link said quickly. "I. . .don't know why I said that. Sorry. So, I recognized you, Zelda. You're Malon's servant, aren't you? I know I've seen you somewhere before."
"Yep, you got me," Zelda sighed. "Some may consider it lucky to be so close to a Princess, but--and no offense to you, your highness--she can sometimes just be a. . .well, a. . .a royal pain, basically. Just please don't tell her I said that--I'd never see the light of day again!"
"Don't worry," Link laughed. "Your secret is safe with me. So, why did you come over here anyway?"
Zelda shrugged. "Malon came. When you come right down to it, I go where ever her majesty goes. Don't you have your own personal servant, or manservant like Prince Marth does?"
"Nope," Link answered. "I don't believe in all that stuff. If you ask me, Marth can act a little arrogant and self-centered sometimes. I've seen the ways he treats some of the people that work for him." He sighed. "I'm content with out having someone cater to my every whim."
"You're very kind, highness," Zelda said. "I'd be proud to live in your country and be Hylian."
"Please, call me Link," the Hylian prince requested. "It's really quite uneccessary for you to use titles."
Smiling, Zelda moved closer to him. "I consider it an honor, Link. I'm very flattered that you let me call you by your actual name."
Laughing, Link turned over so that he was on his side facing Zelda. "If you ask me, titles are a little. . .well, other than uneccessary, they're just stupid. They label everyone, so they get judged before somebody gets to know them."
"Do you feel like you know me?" Zelda asked innocently.
"THERE YOU ARE!!" Malon shrieked, coming out of no where and completely shattering the romantic atmosphere. "Linky-poo, I've been searching this whole stupid island for you! And here I find you, flirting with my servant girl! You've cheated me for the last time! I can't believe you stood me up JUST to rescue my maid! You're so hurtful, Link! GOOD-BYE!" And with that, the haughty princess stormed once again out of view.
Blushing, Zelda stood up. "Well, your highness--"
"Link."
"Link, I guess I should just thank you. But I'd better go find Malon before she finds something to chop off my head with. And do Peach a favor by buying a pickle, will you? Bye."
Slightly confused, Link stared at Zelda as she walked away.
And then, Link woke up once more. This was all very strange. He'd never had the same type of dream in the same night. Sighing, Link turned over in his bed and tried to get some sleep. It didn't come easily.
Sighing, Link rolled back over onto his back. "This is going to be a looooooong night," he groaned to himself.
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"Well? Did it work?"
"She has it, mother. I told her."
"Me too!"
"Good, I hope that succeeded."
"She found it, Impa."
Impa, Kathryn and Dylan, all dressed in white robes, stepped towards Nayru, the Goddess who had just approached them.
"What's she doing?" Impa asked.
"I think she fainted," Nayru answered. "We're just lucky Farore was able to get you three into her dream. I'm just afraid we may have given your daughter a bit of a fright, Impa dear."
"She'll be fine," said Quint, walking up. "Zelda was never afraid of anything. I just wish there had been enough power to let me see her." He turned to his sisters. "What'd she look like?"
"Good enough to make me jealous!" Dylan laughed. "I can't believe how much our sister has grown! It's amazing!"
"Yes, well she's barely cut out for servant work," Kathryn sniffed. "I can't believe that Queen Rose's own daughter would turn on our family and make her into a servant! It's simply terrible!"
"Unfortunately, there's nothing we can do about that," Nayru sighed. "I've been watching over this girl for some time, Impa. She's strong, independant, and I can easily tell that she's very sure of herself. Perhaps some day, we may be able to give your Zelda a. . .chance. The one she deserves."
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*18 years ago*
"MATT!" Dylan roared. "Give that back to her!"
Matt was running wildly around the living room with a small, golden bell clutched in his hand. "Aw, if she wants it, she can get it herself!" he laughed.
Zelda sat wailing in the middle of the room. She'd previously been ringing the bell joyvially, quite enjoying herself. Then, of course, Matt had to ruin the moment and steal it. The small girl was no match against her older brother when it came to running.
"Just give it to her!" Dylan shouted.
"Make me!"
"FINE, I WILL!"
Kathryn was sitting on a couch, reading a thick book and wearing ear plugs. She was used to Dylan picking on Matt and Matt picking on Zelda. It was part of their daily routine to bicker with eachother.
"Kat, give me a hand!" Dylan giggled, chasing Matt around the room.
Calmly, Kathryn stuck her leg out, causing Matt to trip. He fell to the ground, and the bell tumbled out of his hand, right in front of Zelda. She scooped it up and held it close to her protectively.
"Honestly!" Kathryn huffed. "You three should all be quieter! You know mother asked us to be quiet; she's in labor!"
"It's labor day?" Matt asked with confusion.
"No, stupid," Dylan answered flatly. "It means she's in agony-- Darryl's supposed to be born soon."
"Zelda, stop ringing that bell!" Quentin snapped, coming in from his room. "The sound is driving me crazy!"
*Present*
In the middle of the night, Zelda woke up abruptly. She didn't know what had roused her from her sleep, and she sat in bed thinking for a moment. Then Zelda heard someone knocking on her door. Confused, she pulled on a robe and went to answer it.
A red-headed girl of about 12 years old stood before her. "Hello, Zelda! Oh, Goddesses, I've missed you so much! Oops! You be a good girl and don't tell mother on me, Zellie!"
Zelda stood there in shock. The child was ten years younger than her, and much shorter; and yet she was acting like an older sister. She'd suggested that the two had the same mother. . .
"Dylan?" Zelda whispered.
"Of course!" Dylan answered, seeming offended. "Geez, you'd think you'd recognize your own sister!"
Trembling, Zelda reached down. She rested a hand on Dylan's shoulder-- or at least she tried to. Her skin went right through her sister's.
"Sorry," Dylan said. "You can't touch me. But buy a pickle."
"What're you talking about?" Zelda asked wearily. Then her sister started to slowly fade away. "DYLAN! Wait, where are you going?!"
Dylan was almost instantly replaced by a blonde teenager, wearing a blue dress and a small tag that read, "Hi, I'm Kat."
"Kathryn?" Zelda questioned, now quite confused.
The girl nodded solemnly. "We've had trouble talking to you two, Zelda. He needs to know. TELL HIM."
"Wait, don't leave!" Zelda cried, as Kathryn's image started to flicker. She fell to the floor on her knees. "I need so much to be explained!"
Before she ebbed away completely, Kathryn stooped down to her sister's level. She gently traced Zelda's cheek with her hand, crying softly. Zelda tried to touch her hand, but she couldn't touch her sister (for some strange reason). "You aren't the little girl I used to know, Zel. You aren't my little sister. You've grown up. You don't need us to explain anything anymore. . ."
"No, I do!" Zelda insisted. "Don't leave me, please!"
"Oh yes, I almost forgot," Kathryn said, reaching into her pocket. She pulled out a small golden bell. "Here, take this." Kat placed the bell into the deep pocket of Zelda's dress. "Good-bye."
Kathryn dissolved into the night air. But then, a taller figure took her place. She seemed to give off some sort of a dim light as she walked closer to Zelda.
"Get to your feet," the woman said in a soft but firm voice.
Slowly standing, Zelda stared at the woman in front of her. "Holy Nayru. . ."
The mysterious figure sighed with annoyance. "Dear child, have I taught you nothing? Dylan must've seen you already. . .don't use the Goddesses' names in vain!" Her expression softened a bit. "But how can I tell you what to do now, Zelda? You've blossomed into such a lovely young woman. . ." Tears were visible. "You aren't my little girl anymore."
"Mother. . ." Zelda whispered, trying her best not to fall to the floor again in tears. "I-I'm still your daughter, please tell me what to do!"
Impa laughed heartily. "You're such a wonderful child, Zelda. Oh my dear, it's been so long since I've been able to say that name. . .I thought that he'd been killed, but he's right here around you. You must tell him."
"Tell him what?" Zelda asked. "Who is 'him'?"
"Why don't you let them both know?" Impa asked, cocking her head to one side in a motherly fashion.
"I am so confused, mother," Zelda said softly. She tried to embrace Impa, but her hands went right through the spirit. "I don't know what to do!"
"Life is full of tough choices," Impa agreed. "But I suggest that you get your sleep tonight, my dear. Oh, how I've missed you."
To Zelda's amazement, her mother reached out and held her in a tight embrace. How was she doing this--she hadn't been able to touch her before! Both started crying, but also tried to (unsuccessfully) hide their tears from each other. Impa kissed Zelda's forehead softly.
"Don't leave me, mother!" Zelda pleaded. "I can't do this alone; I don't have anyone to tell me what I'm supposed to even be doing!"
"Look inside yourself," Impa laughed. "You'll find the answere there." She began to fade away. "Good-night, Zelda."
Suddenly, Zelda sat straight in her bed, full of pure shock. Sweat poured down her forehead. A dream, it had all been a dream. . .but it didn't make sense. . .why had they come? Who had they all been talking about? Zelda's mind zoomed with questions about her baffling dream. . .that dream. . .
Trying to go back to sleep, Zelda turned over. She felt a lump on her side, as if she was lying on something. Confused and annoyed, Zelda reached into her pocket. She pulled out a small object. . .a minute golden bell. She gasped. Was this not the object that her sister had just handed her in her dream? Before she knew it, Zelda had fainted from shock and surprise.
She started to dream again. Would this constant dreaming ever stop? This time, Zelda was in a high tower, looking out at a vast, green field. All alone. The sun was setting in front of her--a beautiful sight, and yet she seemed to be somewhat depressed a bit.
Then she heard it. The sound of hooves beating upon grass. She looked into the distance, and saw a man in a green tunic riding a large brown horse. Excited, Zelda flew down the stairs to meet the rider. She reached the door, opened it, and ran into the substantially sized field.
"Well, I'm back," said the man, dismounting his horse. She galloped away. Then the rider turned to face Zelda. It was Link.
"I've been waiting for you," Zelda whispered, running towards him and embracing him tightly. "You've been gone so long!"
"It's only been two days," he sighed hastily, grinning and hugging her back.
"Two minutes is a long time to be away from you," she said in a soft voice. Zelda laughed to herself at the corny romantic line.
"Well, all that matters is that I'm back," Link said. He pulled away from Zelda, still clasping onto her hands. "Here, let me make up for it." Smiling, the Prince put one hand on Zelda's waist, and lifted the other up.
The couple started to waltz in the field. As Link twirled her in and out, Zelda could only wish that the moments could last for an eternity. He drew her in once more, but this time, she clung to his shoulders. Without any comprehension of what she was doing, Zelda quickly leaned forward and kissed him.
Link pulled away first, but to Zelda's surprise, he was smiling brightly. "Was there something you wanted to tell me?" he asked out of the blue.
"Yes," Zelda answered, suddenly remembering. "There was something I wanted to tell you about Darryl."
But before Link had a chance to ask about Darryl, Zelda woke up. She was still clasping tightly onto her golden bell. She stared at it, then thought about her dream. She had just kissed the Prince of Hyrule!!
"Oh, it's going to be a looooooong night," Zelda groaned.
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Link wasn't having such a great night either. His mind was also clouded with mysterious, strange dreams.
He was on a small island, mist circling overhead. On one side, the water was shallow and clear. On the other, it was dark, and looked rather deep. Then he noticed two women, one on each side of the island.
Malon was in the shallow water, wearing a slim bathing suit, laughing and beckoning Link to join her. Then there was an unusually gorgeous blonde woman on the other, darker, side. . .who was she? Link knew he'd seen her before--oh yes! That was Zelda, Malon's servant.
"Help!" Zelda shouted to him. "Somebody help, please!"
"Link, come on!" Malon laughed. "Come over here with me!"
"Please, help!" Zelda cried. She suddenly seemed to be getting sucked into the dark water around her. "Please!"
"Oh, don't listen to her," Malon snapped. "She's only faking it--she just wants to be rescued by a prince! Besides, if she is drowning, someone will save her! We're not the only people on this island, you know. C'mon!"
Link turned to face Malon, waiting to hear if Zelda's screams would persist. He heard nothing. Feeling relieved, Link leapt into the shallow, clear water by Malon. But as soon as he came to the surface, he saw red liquid spurting from his hands.
"It's blood!" Malon shrieked, getting out of the water in a hurry. "Link, what'd you do!? What happened to you!?"
As his eyes widened, Link watched the water around him turn slowly into dark, crimson-colored blood. 'It's more of a question of what DIDN'T I do!' Link thought to himself worriedly.
Then suddenly, he woke up. Link lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, afraid to go back to sleep. He didn't know what it meant, any of it. Would he ever face such a situation in life? But before the Prince knew it, he had drifted back off to sleep.
And there he was, back on that tiny island--in the same predicament. Malon was joyfully calling out to him on one side, Zelda crying out for help on the other. Link took a half-step towards Malon, then thought again.
The last time he'd been here, he'd gone to Malon and the water surrounding him turned into blood. What would happen if he. . .
Link turned and ran towards Zelda. The water began sucking her down once more, and she called out to him for help.
"Hold on, I've got you!" Link shouted. On his stomach, he slid on the sand towards the servant. He reached out his hands, and she grasped them firmly. The water's power on Zelda, however, seemed to be growing stronger.
"Help!" Zelda cried. "Please, help!"
"I've got you!" Link yelled, looking her in the eyes. "I won't let go! Just pull--help me pull you back up."
Between the two of them, Link and Zelda managed to muster enough strength to pull her back onto the island. They crawled as far away from the shoreline as possible, then collapsed onto the sand.
"Are you all right?" Link asked.
"I--I think so," Zelda answered, heaving deep breaths to steady herself. She coughed, and small bits of seaweed came out of her mouth. "I'll be okay." Zelda turned to face Link. "Thanks so much for. . .saving me."
Turning a bit red, Link turned away. "Well, I couldn't help it. There's no one else here that could've saved you. If I'd let you alone, you would've been sucked up by the water again."
"Again?" Zelda asked, a bit confused.
"No, not again," Link said quickly. "I. . .don't know why I said that. Sorry. So, I recognized you, Zelda. You're Malon's servant, aren't you? I know I've seen you somewhere before."
"Yep, you got me," Zelda sighed. "Some may consider it lucky to be so close to a Princess, but--and no offense to you, your highness--she can sometimes just be a. . .well, a. . .a royal pain, basically. Just please don't tell her I said that--I'd never see the light of day again!"
"Don't worry," Link laughed. "Your secret is safe with me. So, why did you come over here anyway?"
Zelda shrugged. "Malon came. When you come right down to it, I go where ever her majesty goes. Don't you have your own personal servant, or manservant like Prince Marth does?"
"Nope," Link answered. "I don't believe in all that stuff. If you ask me, Marth can act a little arrogant and self-centered sometimes. I've seen the ways he treats some of the people that work for him." He sighed. "I'm content with out having someone cater to my every whim."
"You're very kind, highness," Zelda said. "I'd be proud to live in your country and be Hylian."
"Please, call me Link," the Hylian prince requested. "It's really quite uneccessary for you to use titles."
Smiling, Zelda moved closer to him. "I consider it an honor, Link. I'm very flattered that you let me call you by your actual name."
Laughing, Link turned over so that he was on his side facing Zelda. "If you ask me, titles are a little. . .well, other than uneccessary, they're just stupid. They label everyone, so they get judged before somebody gets to know them."
"Do you feel like you know me?" Zelda asked innocently.
"THERE YOU ARE!!" Malon shrieked, coming out of no where and completely shattering the romantic atmosphere. "Linky-poo, I've been searching this whole stupid island for you! And here I find you, flirting with my servant girl! You've cheated me for the last time! I can't believe you stood me up JUST to rescue my maid! You're so hurtful, Link! GOOD-BYE!" And with that, the haughty princess stormed once again out of view.
Blushing, Zelda stood up. "Well, your highness--"
"Link."
"Link, I guess I should just thank you. But I'd better go find Malon before she finds something to chop off my head with. And do Peach a favor by buying a pickle, will you? Bye."
Slightly confused, Link stared at Zelda as she walked away.
And then, Link woke up once more. This was all very strange. He'd never had the same type of dream in the same night. Sighing, Link turned over in his bed and tried to get some sleep. It didn't come easily.
Sighing, Link rolled back over onto his back. "This is going to be a looooooong night," he groaned to himself.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Well? Did it work?"
"She has it, mother. I told her."
"Me too!"
"Good, I hope that succeeded."
"She found it, Impa."
Impa, Kathryn and Dylan, all dressed in white robes, stepped towards Nayru, the Goddess who had just approached them.
"What's she doing?" Impa asked.
"I think she fainted," Nayru answered. "We're just lucky Farore was able to get you three into her dream. I'm just afraid we may have given your daughter a bit of a fright, Impa dear."
"She'll be fine," said Quint, walking up. "Zelda was never afraid of anything. I just wish there had been enough power to let me see her." He turned to his sisters. "What'd she look like?"
"Good enough to make me jealous!" Dylan laughed. "I can't believe how much our sister has grown! It's amazing!"
"Yes, well she's barely cut out for servant work," Kathryn sniffed. "I can't believe that Queen Rose's own daughter would turn on our family and make her into a servant! It's simply terrible!"
"Unfortunately, there's nothing we can do about that," Nayru sighed. "I've been watching over this girl for some time, Impa. She's strong, independant, and I can easily tell that she's very sure of herself. Perhaps some day, we may be able to give your Zelda a. . .chance. The one she deserves."
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