i'm so sorry it's taken me so long to update!!! school is a butt!! it
should die!! my bro has so much hw to do on the computer and i never have
time to write!! here's something of a pathetic chapter, though!!
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The King and Queen looked at each other uncertainly, neither knowing how to answer the question. Why had they kept it a secret?
"I'm all ears," Darryl said to his parents darkly.
"W-well, we were afraid you might not love us the same way," the King finally sputtered. "You know, maybe if you found out we weren't your real parents, you might not love us like you do now."
"So I've been living a lie!" Darryl concluded.
The Queen tried to come up with a response to this, but she failed to come up with anything. She looked down and said, "It's exactly what Queen Rose would've done if she'd known you were still alive."
For a minute, Darryl seemed confused. Then he whipped towards Zelda, who was slowly being helped to her feet by Link. "Zelda, when Queen Rose took you to her home, did she tell you you were a princess?"
Zelda shook her head and gave a small sob. "No."
"Well, there's an eyewitness for you," Darryl said, turning to his mother (or should I say The Queen). "But I guess I shouldn't be talking down to you, should I? After all, I'm a peasant and I could be hung for talking back. Couldn't I?"
"Darryl, you misunderstand us," Queen Madeline whispered. "We still love you! We love you as if you were our own son, try to understand!"
"What's not to understand? I understand perfectly. Really, I do." He said this a bit quickly, then ran a hand through hair distractedly. He sighed. "Forgive me for blowing up like that. I suppose that in your own way, you thought you were doing the right thing. Even if I disagree with you."
"Please don't apologize," Queen Madeline sighed. "The fault lies with us."
"No, it--"
"No arguments about whose fault it is, please," Link interrupted. "Mother, father, would you permit me to go find Peach? I believe she has a right to be informed about all of this..."
"Please do, Link."
"And may I be given permission to leave to my...room?" Darryl asked.
The King blinked. "Yes."
Darryl bowed clumsily and left the room in an awkward manner. Zelda began to follow, but she was stopped by the Queen.
"Wait a moment, Zelda."
The servant turned around. "Yes, your highness?"
Queen Madeline swiftly stood up and crossed the room, so that she was standing not too far away from Zelda. "How long have you known? How long have you known that...Darryl was your brother?"
Her eyes glued to the ground, Zelda fumbled with her answer. "When I first met him, I suspected that he...well, I wasn't entirely sure. But as time went by, he started to seem more and more like the brother I knew. Then at night, I was...I dreamt that...no, it wasn't a dream. The Goddesses spoke to me directly, telling me that I was to tell Darryl the truth, and expose myself as his sister."
The Queen stared at her for a moment. "You do know that for some time, Darryl has had an infatuation for the Princess Malon?"
Zelda shifted her sight from side to side. This wasn't a subject change, was it? "Yes, your highness, I did know..."
"And yet you also..." Queen Madeline stopped abruptly. She reached up a hand and gently stroked Zelda's dirty cheek. "Holy Din, you look just like her."
"Like whom, your majesty?"
"Your mother," the Queen answered. "I saw your mother one time. We searched your house for survivors after the raid. She was dead, and we thought Darryl was the only occupant of the house who had survived."
Silent tears came out of Zelda's eyes, but she refused to make a mess out of herself like she had before.
"If I may, your majesty, there is a question I would like to ask you," Zelda said in a trembling voice.
"Yes?"
The servant girl took a deep breath before asking, "Do you know who it was the raided all of the Sheikah homes?"
Queen Madeline stopped to think. "No, I don't. George?"
The King shook his head.
"Exactly who was it, Zelda?"
"The--"
"Oh Zelda!! There you are, dear! I've been searching high and low for you!! You haven't been in hiding, have you?"
Her ears twitching at the sound of that all-too-familiar voice, Zelda slowly turned around. "Is there something you would require of me, Princess Malon?"
"Yes dear, just a few moments in my room, I think!"
"Of course, your higness." Zelda turned once more, bowed to the King and Queen, then walked out of the room. As soon as the servant shut the doors, Malon's smile completely evaporated.
"Just exactly what were you doing in there??" she demanded.
"I was humoring Queen Madeline," Zelda said quietly. "She simply asked me some questions, and I felt it necessary to answer her."
"And why should I believe you?!"
"Because I'm telling the truth. Not like you've ever believed in the thing."
Malon flushed. "You've got a lot of nerve, Zelda! More than what's good for you! Someday you'll realize it, but it'll be too late by then!! C'mon, walk!" She shoved Zelda in the general forward direction. The princess kept this up until they reached a small dungeon cell.
"If I may ask, what was the crime I committed?" Zelda asked.
"Several things, and this is making up for them all!" Malon answered. "Talking back, flirting with royalty, and all those things my mother used to let you get away with before she died!!"
With a final huff of fury, Malon shoved Zelda behind the iron bars and shut the door with a satisfying bang. A devilish grin was plasted across her face. Malon wasn't exactly sure why she was smiling so. True, she had just eliminated her only competition, but there really wasn't a need to be...yes there was. Why not be happy?
Malon had overheard Link explaining the whole thing about Darryl to Peach. How the Hyrule princess was handling it, she didn't know. But Malon was tad too smug about it all.
"What'd you do?" came a voice.
The princess turned left, and saw Marth approaching her. She flushed. "How did you know that--"
"Whenever you have that smug look on your face, it's a dead give away that you've done something."
"If you must know, Marth, I simply had Zelda imprisoned. Saw to it myself, actually."
"Hmmm...you never really liked her much, did you?"
"Is it that easy to tell?" Malon asked sarcastically.
"Kind of."
Malon's eyes suddenly widened as an idea started forming in her head. "Marth, where's Roy?"
"I don't know...why?"
"I'll be in my room. Bring him to me as soon as you find him."
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Link and Peach sat inside her room, staring outside at the falling snow flakes. There had been a very long silence.
"So you think Darryl is all right?" Peach whispered.
"He took it a bit better than I thought he might," Link sighed. "Of course, he could be having a complete mental break down in his room right now and we wouldn't even know about it."
"True...of course, he's not the only one who had his share of nasty shocks today."
"What d'you mean?" Link asked curiously.
Peach looked down and fiddled with a loose string on her bedspread. "I just found out that I've been engaged to Prince Marth."
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The King and Queen looked at each other uncertainly, neither knowing how to answer the question. Why had they kept it a secret?
"I'm all ears," Darryl said to his parents darkly.
"W-well, we were afraid you might not love us the same way," the King finally sputtered. "You know, maybe if you found out we weren't your real parents, you might not love us like you do now."
"So I've been living a lie!" Darryl concluded.
The Queen tried to come up with a response to this, but she failed to come up with anything. She looked down and said, "It's exactly what Queen Rose would've done if she'd known you were still alive."
For a minute, Darryl seemed confused. Then he whipped towards Zelda, who was slowly being helped to her feet by Link. "Zelda, when Queen Rose took you to her home, did she tell you you were a princess?"
Zelda shook her head and gave a small sob. "No."
"Well, there's an eyewitness for you," Darryl said, turning to his mother (or should I say The Queen). "But I guess I shouldn't be talking down to you, should I? After all, I'm a peasant and I could be hung for talking back. Couldn't I?"
"Darryl, you misunderstand us," Queen Madeline whispered. "We still love you! We love you as if you were our own son, try to understand!"
"What's not to understand? I understand perfectly. Really, I do." He said this a bit quickly, then ran a hand through hair distractedly. He sighed. "Forgive me for blowing up like that. I suppose that in your own way, you thought you were doing the right thing. Even if I disagree with you."
"Please don't apologize," Queen Madeline sighed. "The fault lies with us."
"No, it--"
"No arguments about whose fault it is, please," Link interrupted. "Mother, father, would you permit me to go find Peach? I believe she has a right to be informed about all of this..."
"Please do, Link."
"And may I be given permission to leave to my...room?" Darryl asked.
The King blinked. "Yes."
Darryl bowed clumsily and left the room in an awkward manner. Zelda began to follow, but she was stopped by the Queen.
"Wait a moment, Zelda."
The servant turned around. "Yes, your highness?"
Queen Madeline swiftly stood up and crossed the room, so that she was standing not too far away from Zelda. "How long have you known? How long have you known that...Darryl was your brother?"
Her eyes glued to the ground, Zelda fumbled with her answer. "When I first met him, I suspected that he...well, I wasn't entirely sure. But as time went by, he started to seem more and more like the brother I knew. Then at night, I was...I dreamt that...no, it wasn't a dream. The Goddesses spoke to me directly, telling me that I was to tell Darryl the truth, and expose myself as his sister."
The Queen stared at her for a moment. "You do know that for some time, Darryl has had an infatuation for the Princess Malon?"
Zelda shifted her sight from side to side. This wasn't a subject change, was it? "Yes, your highness, I did know..."
"And yet you also..." Queen Madeline stopped abruptly. She reached up a hand and gently stroked Zelda's dirty cheek. "Holy Din, you look just like her."
"Like whom, your majesty?"
"Your mother," the Queen answered. "I saw your mother one time. We searched your house for survivors after the raid. She was dead, and we thought Darryl was the only occupant of the house who had survived."
Silent tears came out of Zelda's eyes, but she refused to make a mess out of herself like she had before.
"If I may, your majesty, there is a question I would like to ask you," Zelda said in a trembling voice.
"Yes?"
The servant girl took a deep breath before asking, "Do you know who it was the raided all of the Sheikah homes?"
Queen Madeline stopped to think. "No, I don't. George?"
The King shook his head.
"Exactly who was it, Zelda?"
"The--"
"Oh Zelda!! There you are, dear! I've been searching high and low for you!! You haven't been in hiding, have you?"
Her ears twitching at the sound of that all-too-familiar voice, Zelda slowly turned around. "Is there something you would require of me, Princess Malon?"
"Yes dear, just a few moments in my room, I think!"
"Of course, your higness." Zelda turned once more, bowed to the King and Queen, then walked out of the room. As soon as the servant shut the doors, Malon's smile completely evaporated.
"Just exactly what were you doing in there??" she demanded.
"I was humoring Queen Madeline," Zelda said quietly. "She simply asked me some questions, and I felt it necessary to answer her."
"And why should I believe you?!"
"Because I'm telling the truth. Not like you've ever believed in the thing."
Malon flushed. "You've got a lot of nerve, Zelda! More than what's good for you! Someday you'll realize it, but it'll be too late by then!! C'mon, walk!" She shoved Zelda in the general forward direction. The princess kept this up until they reached a small dungeon cell.
"If I may ask, what was the crime I committed?" Zelda asked.
"Several things, and this is making up for them all!" Malon answered. "Talking back, flirting with royalty, and all those things my mother used to let you get away with before she died!!"
With a final huff of fury, Malon shoved Zelda behind the iron bars and shut the door with a satisfying bang. A devilish grin was plasted across her face. Malon wasn't exactly sure why she was smiling so. True, she had just eliminated her only competition, but there really wasn't a need to be...yes there was. Why not be happy?
Malon had overheard Link explaining the whole thing about Darryl to Peach. How the Hyrule princess was handling it, she didn't know. But Malon was tad too smug about it all.
"What'd you do?" came a voice.
The princess turned left, and saw Marth approaching her. She flushed. "How did you know that--"
"Whenever you have that smug look on your face, it's a dead give away that you've done something."
"If you must know, Marth, I simply had Zelda imprisoned. Saw to it myself, actually."
"Hmmm...you never really liked her much, did you?"
"Is it that easy to tell?" Malon asked sarcastically.
"Kind of."
Malon's eyes suddenly widened as an idea started forming in her head. "Marth, where's Roy?"
"I don't know...why?"
"I'll be in my room. Bring him to me as soon as you find him."
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Link and Peach sat inside her room, staring outside at the falling snow flakes. There had been a very long silence.
"So you think Darryl is all right?" Peach whispered.
"He took it a bit better than I thought he might," Link sighed. "Of course, he could be having a complete mental break down in his room right now and we wouldn't even know about it."
"True...of course, he's not the only one who had his share of nasty shocks today."
"What d'you mean?" Link asked curiously.
Peach looked down and fiddled with a loose string on her bedspread. "I just found out that I've been engaged to Prince Marth."
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