Warmth was the first thing he felt. There was something warm beside him.
The next thing he became aware of was light. The black before his eyes was steadily turning grey, even as he knew his eyes remained shut. What could that mean?
Dawn.
So, it was another day, was it? He had survived the night to greet the day. Something he usually never thought much of, but for now rejoiced in. The time granted him was not yet faded, his dusk not yet come.
The warmth beside him moved, making its presence even more known. It urged him to open his eyes, to see what was waiting to greet him after his long rest. But try as he might, they would not open. He stopped trying after that, instead focusing his other senses to scan his surroundings.
The first thing he became aware of was through feel. The ground. He was on hard ground, and...grass? Small blades of vegetation pricked him through his tunic, and the morning dew dampened his clothes. Once that sensation was registered, he knew that moving was the next option. In order to find out more about the place he was in, he would need to move to put his other senses to use. But when he moved onto his side, a sharp jolt of pain ran through his body, making him groan silently and try to curl into a ball. Pain grated on his nerves as his need to survey his surroundings diminished, and that pain froze him to his spot. If only he could go to sleep again... Sleep brought with it the comfort of no feeling. And slowly, his feelings did dwindle, as if his thoughts were enough to put them to rest. Sleep, child. Sleep is what you need... Slowly the pain faded, replaced by a numbing feeling, and his senses faded.
But he needed to open his eyes. He knew that. There were things that needed doing, things only he could do, and staying here, with his eyes closed and his consciousness fading out would not do.
Moving caused more pain, but re-awoke his numbing senses. Once tempting, the comfort of sleep was gone to him now. The first thing he made himself do was spread himself out from his fetal position and roll away from that warmth that woke him. Since then it hadn't moved, but now he thought he heard a noise coming from it. Ignoring the sound, he focused instead on moving. From the protests of his muscles, he knew he hadn't moved on his own in some time. The tendons pulled and the muscles spasmed in protest, but still he pushed himself till he was completely on his stomach. Now to find something to help him to his feet.
Reaching out, trying to find another solid object to use as leverage, the boy's hand met the cold, unyielding surface of a large stone. His eyes still closed, still blind to all around him, the boy pushed himself against the stone, crawling up it till his weight rested on his knees, and his forehead leaned against the embedded rock. The sudden vertical position made his head spin, and introduced a desperate need to reorient himself.
With his eyes still closed, his face against the welcome cool of the rock, the boy took this time to re-examine his surroundings. The first thing he noticed was the smell of lilacs, which was strange because there was also the smell of young shoots of grass, of dirt moistened with the morning dew, and of prairie animals. From just those last three he knew this to be Hyrule Field. The lilac smell was out of place among the other scents.
Knowing this was Hyrule Field sent a wave of nostalgia through him. He'd always loved waking in the morning with his friends beside him, the grass soft around him as the sun greeted his new day of adventures. And even though those adventures usually included terrible battles and the loss of life, the smell of morning in Hyrule Field was one of the joys he'd known and looked forward to on his long journeys.
But lilacs? Where were those from? They smelled so sweet, like a spring morning after a rain shower. But Hyrule Field had no lilac bushes, and the boy knew of no place where there were some outside of the Lost Woods. Every plant existed there.
He shook his head, dispelling thoughts of strange flowers. There were other things to notice this morning, and he could feel sleep tugging at him again. Before that happened, he needed to know where he was. The sun was steadily warming his back, and he knew that before long, someone would wake and find him. He wanted to know exactly where he was before that happened; there were enemies everywhere, and with his senses dulled, he was easy prey, even if he was in the presence of friends.
A coolness against his back made him lift his face from the rock. The wind brought with it the feel of late summer, the breeze alternating between cool and warm. It also carried with it sounds of the creatures of the Field: the burrowing prairie dogs, some squirrels in a tree not too far away, and even the final hoot of an owl before it decided to close its eyes to find sleep. And then, there were more smells, the ones not readily evident to him upon awakening. This one of a dead fire, put out for the night, this other of unwashed, travel-weary bodies. And, a sense of peace he never usually felt upon waking.
The coolness of the rock was fading as the sun's heat worked its way through his body, and against his better judgement, the boy found himself unable to resist the urge to open his eyes. Slowly, ever so slowly, they cracked open, the grey haze from before lost in the instant his blurred vision noticed the ground below him. And then instantly, everything went white, as his eyes, so accustomed to the dark, met with sunlight. Even indirect sunlight. The shock sent his mind into vertigo, and the boy groaned as pain exploded in his head, pounding against his temples. Trying to save himself, he ducked into a ball, his knees curled up around his head as he fell to the ground, eyes shut tight and head cradled in his arms as the brightness faded back into that welcoming grey. Yet through the pain, he felt a tinge of anger sweep through him. Why was he always, always, met with pain? Everywhere, all the time, there was pain.
His body was finally relaxing, the stinging gone and his senses once again dulling, when a rustling to his left brought him to attention, his face turned towards the sound and his body instantly freezing as panic took hold of him. He couldn't see and he had no weapon! Even though his now alert senses told him otherwise, told him that there was no danger, his body prepared for a fight nonetheless. Shifting so that he was on his knees, the boy reached out a hand, supporting himself with the rock. His already sore muscles tensed for the chance to jump even as his powerful legs shifted to hold his weight on the balls of his feet. Everything about his body made him appear as a predator about to jump its prey.
And then he heard her. A soft, almost hesitant voice that cut through the haze of panic and weariness, dropping his defences and letting him finally relax. Now, without the adrenaline to sustain them, his muscles slackened so that he fell backwards, all energy gone from his body. He was safe...he could sleep. A true sleep, where he wouldn't be haunted by nightmares or the pain a healing body brought. A sleep he'd been seeking since before he woke up.
And he understood, now, where that smell of lilacs came from, and he smiled. He would have to apologise to her someday, for not noticing the scent before. It really was very nice.
"Link...? Link!"
Zelda's cry woke the rest of the camp instantly, and Eon jumped to his feet so fast he fell backwards onto his rear, completing an almost full circle. Cursing under his breath, ignoring the pain in his behind as his stomach clenched with fear, Eon once again jumped to his feet, and as soon as he was sure of his balance, took off running towards the princess' shout.
He found her cradling a very unconscious Link, and the fear that clenched his stomach before now burned like fire. Zelda was distraught, her luxurious hair falling out of the braid, draping across Link's pale face, and her shoulders shaking with what the water child could only guess were sobs. Wasting no time, Eon ran to her, skidding to a halt beside the girl as the others arrived. He never even noticed their presence.
"Zelda! Zelda?! What's wrong? What happened?! Is Brother...did something happen to Brother?" He feared an answer even as he waited for one.
To his dismay, the princess didn't respond, only managing to make the red-headed boy worry more. What could have happened to put her into shock like this? Grabbing her shoulders, trying to be gentle despite his panic, Eon forced Zelda to look at him, but their eyes never met. Hers stayed only on Link's face.
"Zelda...you need to answer me. You yelled, what's wrong?" He purposely kept his voice calm, figuring maybe she was scared and that's why she hadn't answered.
Her shoulders shook as answer, and Eon could only stare at her as she slowly, so slowly, lifted her face to his. There was a smile on her lips but tears in her eyes. Blinking in surprise, Eon swallowed, unsure of what to say.
"Zelda Hime-sama...?" Navi's small voice broke the awkward silence, and the princess looked at her, the same dazed look on her face. Navi smiled painfully, but Eon knew she was only trying to hide her own worry. "Is Link-kun...? Did something bad happen to him?"
Shaking her head, the girl looked away from them all, her hands trailing over Link's serene face, pushing his bangs from in front of his eyes. Watching her hand, Eon started as he realised the difference in his brother's features. The death pallor from the past few days was gone, replaced now by the healthy glow of one fast asleep.
"He was awake." Everyone turned to the girl as Zelda began speaking, her eyes still on Link's face. The tears were still in her eyes, but Eon now knew them for what they were. Tears of happiness. "I woke up, because I felt something was wrong. When I sat up, I noticed he wasn't beside me." She smiled sadly and hiccuped, taking her hand from his face and clenching her fists against her knees. "He was right over there, by that rock. He looked like some predator, and I was scared... But then he just relaxed, and smiled at me, like he knew it was me..."
"Why wouldn't he know it was you...?" Eon's question was the same as everyone else's.
"His eyes...they were closed. He never opened them...and I wanted him to. I wanted them to open so much. Because then it would have been the same as before, when he spoke to me, and not Sheik. The first words he said to me in seven years..." She stopped then, and leaned in against Eon, her face buried in his chest. She whispered something against him, and Eon was sure he was the only one to hear. "When he said 'I missed you...'"
"Link-kun woke up..." Navi's voice broke the sudden silence, and Eon looked up at her. She looked so torn-as though she wanted to be happy but feared said happiness would be false. "But then, if Link-kun woke up, why is he sleeping now?" The fear in her voice was steadily rising. "Does that mean he's sick?"
"No, sprite. It means he's healing." Impa's voice brought all the children around. The tall Sheikah warrior stood above them, her expression unreadable. "The boy is exhausted. Let him sleep." She walked between the children, leaning over and lifting the princess up into her strong arms. Zelda protested weakly, but a shush from Impa quieted her. "Come. Let's make a fire near here, or he'll catch cold. Eon, help me with that, while the sprite and dragon get some extra wood and food." No one moved right away, and she stopped, her eyes penetrating. "Well?"
Everyone scattered at that.
Everyone, that is, except for Eon.
"What?" Impa walked away, back to the center of the camp, Zelda in her arms. The princess just looked at Eon, one hand fisted before her mouth, her eyes slightly wide. For a second, Eon thought she was a little girl, being carried to bed by her nanny.
"I was just wondering... You acted all nonchalant, but you're just as excited as the rest of us, aren't you?"
"About?"
Eon smirked. "About Brother being well again."
"No, boy, I'm not." Eon opened his mouth to say something but the Sheikah stopped him. "Because I knew he'd be ok."
Eon paused, a bewildered look on his face. Then he smiled, one hand on his hip. "Liar."
"Shut up and help out for a change."
The boy nodded and followed after her, content with this small victory.
The fire finally finished, Eon sat back on his haunches, brushing sweat from his forehead. Now was the time for breakfast...and he hated cooking. But there was no one else to do it. Impa was asking Zelda twenty questions, and the princess was answering them as slow as she possibly could. Both Navi and Vol-chan were too small or without the right limbs to help, and Brother...well, Brother wasn't going to be helping anyone anytime soon.
Tch, little boy's probably reveling in this extra sleep time, Eon thought sarcastically. But knowing Link finally had time to relax made the younger brother smile. But thoughts of sleep made him remember his own weird dream from the night before.
Cautiously, Eon raised his hand to his cheek, brushing it lightly. He could have sworn...that night, there was someone there, patting his cheek. Someone there that he'd always wanted. He closed his eyes as his mind wandered.
He'd been woken from a pleasant dream-a dream that seemed so real-by the feel of cool fingers against his cheek. But his dream was what captured his attention now. He closed his eyes as he remembered.
He could see her now. A beautiful woman, with the same red hair as his own, her smile like sunshine. And she would pick him up in her arms and twirl him in the sky, and smile-just for him! And then, when she put him to bed, she would brush his bangs out of his eyes and run her smooth hand along his cheek, all the while humming his favorite lullaby.
His eyes opened as the fantasy faded away. But that can be only a dream... He sighed at that sobering thought. If only she really would do something like that... But what about that feeling that woke me? Wasn't that real...?
"What's wrong? Daydreaming?"
Eon looked up at Impa standing over him. Looking around her leg, he noticed Zelda picking up the bedding, folding them and placing them back into packs.
"I'm up here, boy."
Frowning, Eon turned his gaze skyward. Leave it to Impa to be short and impolite with him.
"No, I was remembering a dream from last night."
She eyed him askance, as though she didn't want to say what she was about to say, but her retort came instantly. "Dream later. We need to get the food prepared."
Eon's eyes narrowed dangerously. "I can dream about whatever I want."
She kept eyeing him, and Eon couldn't for the life of him figure out why. But it was starting to anger him. He didn't notice the hitch in her voice. "I didn't say you couldn't. I just said to save it for later. Right now there are people here who need things. The people in your dreams are just memories from a different day...a different past." Her voice sounded distant, matter-of-fact.
The boy glared at her as he rose to his feet slowly. How dare she say that of his dreams!
"You wouldn't know."
Impa blinked, surprise showing on her face. Eon didn't bother to think it was the first time he ever saw such a thing-and would probably be the last time. "What was that?"
"I said you wouldn't know! Know about dreams! All you care about is your stupid code of honor and fighting! How would you know what I dream about?! How can you call them memories if I don't have anyone to give me the memories in the first place?!"
Impa opened her mouth to speak again, but Eon pushed her out of the way, running out into Hyrule Field. As he passed the Sheikah, Zelda ran up, her face a mixture of confusion and fear. But Eon was already gone, not bothering to notice.
Impa watched the boy run off, her temper alternating between flaring up and dying down. She wanted to go after the boy and knock some sense into him, but she also wanted to let him cool off and figure out for himself how silly he was being.
Silly boy...I wasn't trying to put him down...
"Impa...?"
Zelda's hand on her arm brought the Sheikah's attention back to the girl beside her. "Yes, Zelda Hime?"
"Shouldn't you go after him and apologize?"
That lifted an eyebrow on the Sheikah. "Apologize?"
Zelda nodded, her hand falling to her side. "Yes, I think you should. You were rather harsh..."
"I was being truthful and realistic-"
"You were being harsh!" Zelda instantly covered her mouth, the exclamation surprising her. "I mean," she said as she lowered her hands, "you were treating him badly, even if it was the truth. You've never been very nice with him, Impa."
The taller woman looked as though she were about to say something, but stopped short. The princess was right-Impa was harsher with Eon than with anyone else.
"Hasn't he proven that he can be trusted?"
"Well..." Only a few times in her life had Impa ever been without something to say. And the fact that now was one of them surprised her greatly.
Again, Zelda put her hand on Impa's arm, only this time there was a gentleness that hadn't been there before. Looking down into the girl's eyes, Impa nodded slowly.
"He's proven himself. The moment he learned who Link and he really were, he proved himself. He'd walk through Hell and back to save his brother, but... I don't know. There's something about him that gets to me, and I just..."
"It's ok. That's why you should apologize. I used to daydream all the time, but you never yelled at me."
"That was different. You were always busy, so daydreaming was a respite you deserved."
"Just because he doesn't rule a kingdom doesn't mean he doesn't have things on his mind all the time. Honestly, we know nothing about him. He just appeared before us."
Impa nodded again, then looked out to the Field. That silly boy better have a good excuse for making me trudge all the way out there. Then she thought back on her previous words, knowing the princess was right. But then again, I suppose he does... Sighing, she released her arm from the princess' grasp and trotted out a ways before stopping.
"I'll be back shortly. Forgive me for leaving you alone."
"I'll be all right, Impa. Now go on."
Nodding, Impa turned and ran out into the Field, her decision made.
The stone sailed clear through the air, much farther than the last few, and landed in a large bush. Eon watched it fall, his mood sour the whole time.
"Stupid woman! She didn't have to say that! It's not like...I knew about any of that...for it to even be a memory..." He wiped an arm across his face, surprised to find it wet. Angry again, he bent down and picked up the largest throwing stone he could find, hurling it with all his might, the momentum making him fall. But again, it only landed in the large bush about fifty yards away.
Cursing under his breath, Eon stood slowly, brushing off the back of his tunic. Still dusting himself off, he turned from the bush, eager to keep moving. He paused, though, when he heard a noise behind him. Eyes wide and throat dry, the boy turned his head ever so slightly, afraid of what he'd see.
A weird, bladed creature fluttered up out of the bush, followed by three others. Unsure of what to do, Eon stood perfectly still. This was an enemy he'd never heard of; he didn't want to rush into things unprepared.
Suddenly, the first tiny flying pod flew at him, its sides like razors. With a startled yelp, Eon ducked, flattening himself to the ground, but the second and third followed right after, grazing his back. Clenching his teeth in pain, Eon tensed his muscles. As soon as the third flying pod passed, he pushed himself up, right past the fourth one, inches from his nose.
Still moving backwards, the boy quickly set his hands above his head, waiting for them to make contact with the ground. The moment they did, he summoned the naginata while simultaneously vaulting himself. With a flip, he was back on his feet, the water weapon poised to fight. As the weird creatures came back at him, Eon charged. When he was a few yards in front of them, he stabbed the tip of the naginata into the ground, vaulting the enemies. As he passed over one, he pulled the naginata-hard-sending it crashing through the flying creature, shattering it into pieces.
Landing heavily, Eon swung his weapon around quickly, catching the nearest off-guard and disintegrating that as well. Cautious now, the remaining two kept their distance, waiting for a chance to catch the armed boy.
Tch, dammit! If they were on the ground I could use my wind technique! Damn flying buggers, I was not in the mood for this!
Apparently sure of a strategy, one of the remaining pods charged. Rolling his eyes, Eon waited for it to reach the edge of his range, when it suddenly darted up. Startled, Eon watched it, waiting for it to try to get behind him. But he forgot about the fourth one.
Sharp pain in his side reminded him that he had two enemies, and Eon jumped to the side as the one above him lowered itself swiftly. The large horizontal gash in his side stung, and he wondered if there was some kind of poison on the edges of those blades. And then he had to focus, as they were charging again.
Impa ran as fast as she could, following the tracks Eon left. He was fast, she had to give him that. Only a five minute head start and still she hadn't found him.
And then she heard the buzzing of peahat larvae, and her breath caught in her throat. If the boy encountered those...
Putting a last burst of speed into her stride, Impa crested a hill, only to be met with the sight of Eon fighting one of the larvae. Another lay on the ground a few yards away, a large gash through its body and slowly dying. Impressed that he did so well, considering he probably didn't even know the name of the enemy he fought, Impa still wouldn't relax. Where larva were, there was usually...
There! Coming from the south, the parent. Cursing, Impa rushed down the hill, yelling. Slightly surprised, both boy and enemy turned their attention towards her. When he saw the running Sheikah, Eon turned again to his distracted enemy, easily slaying it. Impa found herself growling under her breath. The boy was ignoring her!
"Boy!" And now he was walking away from her! Clenching her teeth, Impa charged him, tackling him to the ground.
"Hey!" He struggled, but she pinned him. "Let me go! What the hell do you think you're-"
"Silence!" She pressed his face into the ground, covering him with her body as the large peahat flew over them, its blades inches from Impa's back, the wind produced strong enough to slide the two five feet across the Field. The sound was deafening.
As soon as the larger creature was clear, she jumped to her feet, grabbing Eon by the arm and forcing him up.
"Go go go!"
"What! What's going on? Impa?!"
She had no time to answer as the parent came around again, its targets sighted. Swearing like a sailor, Impa threw Eon to the ground again, standing over him, her short sword and dagger in hand. Knowing Eon already disposed of the larvae was little comfort when the parent was bearing down on you, blades like swords moving too fast to see them.
Preparing herself, Impa waited as the large peahat closed in on her. The wind from the blades pushed her back a few inches, leaving furrows in the ground, and dust blocked her sight. But the noise was enough for her to go by, and when it reached a certain level, she ducked down under the blades and then stabbed upwards. The short sword and dagger each hit true, and Impa just kept pushing them into the soft flesh until her dagger was lost from sight and the blade of the short sword was nearly gone. There was a roar of pain, and then the peahat was veering left, away from the small creature that wounded it.
Still armed with the short sword, Impa picked Eon up again, shoving him in the direction she came from.
"Go, now! As long as we're here, that thing won't stop until it's dead! Hurry!" She began running, grabbing his arm as she passed. Eon fought for a second, then gave in, keeping pace with her. Behind them, the sound of the peahat charging increased. Worried they'd be caught from the back, Impa forced her legs to work faster, and so did the boy.
They crested another hill, still some distance from camp, when Eon stopped. Confused, thinking the boy was stuck, Impa stopped and turned, only to find him standing with his naginata, waiting for the peahat to close in on them.
"Idiot! What are you doing?! Hurry! It's not as fast as you'd think, and won't leave it's territory! Why did you stop?!"
"It won't stop chasing us."
Breathing heavily, Impa ran up and grabbed his arm, but he shook her off. Surprised at his strength, she tried again but he dodged her.
"I'm telling you, Impa, it won't stop!"
"How can you know that? You've never even seen one let alone-"
The wind from the blades stole her words as the peahat flew into their sight, the long grasses of Hyrule Field flattened. Impa instantly took her fighter's stance, waiting, but Eon jumped forward, the naginata held like a spear. And when the peahat lifted itself to charge, Eon threw the weapon, sending it clear through the soft underbelly of the plant, stopping only halfway out the back.
Shrieking in pain, the peahat flailed around, and Impa charged, her darts piercing the soft hide as well, her short sword held to the side, waiting till she was close enough to use it. Then she was beside the creature, her sword stabbing as Eon joined her with his naginata, and together they fought until the flying plant gave one last shudder of life and stopped, slowly disintegrating into dust.
Breathing heavily, Eon collapsed to the ground, the naginata disappearing in a burble of steam. Impa also sat down beside him, cleaning her blade on the grass.
"How...how did you know it wouldn't stop chasing us?"
Eon shrugged. "I've fought a lot of monsters in Sahasrahla's woods. They have this...feel to them, you know? And that creature was so angry and hurt, it wasn't going to stop. I could just feel it, I guess."
"I've never heard of peahats continuing a chase like that."
"Well, think about it. Those small things were its young, right? You treat Zelda as though she were your own kid. If anything happened to Zelda, would you ever stop?"
Impa looked at the boy askance, not for the first time wondering just what he was. Eon lay back, looking to the sky, letting the wind ruffle his hair. They sat like that in silence for a time, just breathing, until Eon stood suddenly.
"Well, thanks, but, um..."
Standing also, Impa let her temper get the best of her. Eon fell back a pace or two, his cheek red from the slap. Looking up at the taller Sheikah, he looked like he was going to say something, but she beat him to it.
"I'm sorry."
"I-huh?" Eon blinked, his hand slowly leaving his cheek.
"Don't make me repeat myself. I apologized because I shouldn't have been so harsh with you. You're just a child, of course you're going to daydream..."
"...That's not much of an apology..."
Sighing, Impa walked to where the peahat died, retrieving her dagger. "No, it's not at that."
"But I guess for you, it's as good as I'm going to get."
Hearing humor in his voice, Impa turned, only to be greeted with his trademark smile. Nodding, a slight smile on her face, Impa walked over, ruffling his hair.
"I suppose so." He grinned at her and began walking towards camp, not noticing the woman wasn't following. "Eon."
He stopped, turning to face her. She smiled wryly when she saw the look of surprise on his face. I can't believe I'm doing this...
"Wait a minute."
"Impa...?"
"I do know." His surprise was evident, and she sighed as she walked forward. "About dreams."
"Impa...I'm sorry about that, it's just..."
"You think all I care for is my honor and fighting, but that's not quite right. You were right about the princess. Zelda Hime is everything to me; she's all I have left, and, if need be, I will rely solely on my honor and strength to protect her. It has nothing to do with the way I think of myself. And, about dreams... When I told you that dreams are memories, I spoke for myself, too." She knelt beside him, putting a hand on his head. Right then, he looked much younger than before. "There are many people we all lost during that war, and your mother was one of them. She was my friend, too. With you two now, it's much harder to not think about those times, especially after seeing her again a few months ago. So, I was also telling myself."
He was silent for a time, then he nodded. "I'm sorry for saying those things to you, Impa. But you got me mad. I had a dream last night about my mom, and what it would be like if she were alive. And then I woke up, because I felt a touch on my cheek, just like in my dream...and I was hoping, maybe, that could someday happen." He sounded like a small boy, not the strong warrior he was a few moments before. "So, I guess I over-reacted."
She nodded. "I think we both did. But I wasn't lying. There are people here now who need our help more than those who can't receive it any longer. You yourself need your wounds treated."
Eon looked down at his side, to where she was pointing, and blushed. "It's not that bad..."
"Ah, well then. I suppose making a meal wouldn't be too hard, since last I knew, you were on cooking duty."
He groaned, and Impa had to force herself to hide a smile. She would cook when they returned to camp, but teasing the boy was too much fun.
Hooking an arm around his shoulder, she helped the boy hobble around a bit, getting used to the feel of walking on his own with a wound, now that there was no adrenaline to keep him going. And when he could walk on his own, then they headed back to camp.
"Um...Impa?"
"Yes?" She could see Zelda now; the princess was smiling and waving.
"Does this mean...we can't tease each other anymore? Because that was really fun."
The comment caught Impa so off-guard she did something she hadn't in a while.
She out right laughed.
LINK NO MIKO'S LITTLE CORNER OF TALKINGNESS
Teehee, long time no see. It appears oneesan has competition regarding Eon... ^-^x She doesn't seem to think so, though.
Well, sorry for the long wait. I had finals and then I lost my train of thought with this chapter. All in all, it's an ok chappie-I don't love it, but I don't hate it, either. Some parts seem out of character to me (Impaaaa), but overall I guess it's fine. I personally like the beginning, with Link-kun. See, I CAN write paragraphs! *glares at oneesan*
Anywho, I'm a bit peeved about Kaze no Takuto coming out so late. And yes, that is Wind Waker and no, I will NOT call it by that name. Takuto's Wind, yes, but not Wind Waker. *grumbles about stupid English names* I mean, Kaze no Takuto just sounds so much cooler! But Ura Zelda! *dances* Link no miko is getting Ura Zelda cause she preooooordered! I is so HAppy!
...Now I just gotta figure out who Takuto is...-_-x
The next thing he became aware of was light. The black before his eyes was steadily turning grey, even as he knew his eyes remained shut. What could that mean?
Dawn.
So, it was another day, was it? He had survived the night to greet the day. Something he usually never thought much of, but for now rejoiced in. The time granted him was not yet faded, his dusk not yet come.
The warmth beside him moved, making its presence even more known. It urged him to open his eyes, to see what was waiting to greet him after his long rest. But try as he might, they would not open. He stopped trying after that, instead focusing his other senses to scan his surroundings.
The first thing he became aware of was through feel. The ground. He was on hard ground, and...grass? Small blades of vegetation pricked him through his tunic, and the morning dew dampened his clothes. Once that sensation was registered, he knew that moving was the next option. In order to find out more about the place he was in, he would need to move to put his other senses to use. But when he moved onto his side, a sharp jolt of pain ran through his body, making him groan silently and try to curl into a ball. Pain grated on his nerves as his need to survey his surroundings diminished, and that pain froze him to his spot. If only he could go to sleep again... Sleep brought with it the comfort of no feeling. And slowly, his feelings did dwindle, as if his thoughts were enough to put them to rest. Sleep, child. Sleep is what you need... Slowly the pain faded, replaced by a numbing feeling, and his senses faded.
But he needed to open his eyes. He knew that. There were things that needed doing, things only he could do, and staying here, with his eyes closed and his consciousness fading out would not do.
Moving caused more pain, but re-awoke his numbing senses. Once tempting, the comfort of sleep was gone to him now. The first thing he made himself do was spread himself out from his fetal position and roll away from that warmth that woke him. Since then it hadn't moved, but now he thought he heard a noise coming from it. Ignoring the sound, he focused instead on moving. From the protests of his muscles, he knew he hadn't moved on his own in some time. The tendons pulled and the muscles spasmed in protest, but still he pushed himself till he was completely on his stomach. Now to find something to help him to his feet.
Reaching out, trying to find another solid object to use as leverage, the boy's hand met the cold, unyielding surface of a large stone. His eyes still closed, still blind to all around him, the boy pushed himself against the stone, crawling up it till his weight rested on his knees, and his forehead leaned against the embedded rock. The sudden vertical position made his head spin, and introduced a desperate need to reorient himself.
With his eyes still closed, his face against the welcome cool of the rock, the boy took this time to re-examine his surroundings. The first thing he noticed was the smell of lilacs, which was strange because there was also the smell of young shoots of grass, of dirt moistened with the morning dew, and of prairie animals. From just those last three he knew this to be Hyrule Field. The lilac smell was out of place among the other scents.
Knowing this was Hyrule Field sent a wave of nostalgia through him. He'd always loved waking in the morning with his friends beside him, the grass soft around him as the sun greeted his new day of adventures. And even though those adventures usually included terrible battles and the loss of life, the smell of morning in Hyrule Field was one of the joys he'd known and looked forward to on his long journeys.
But lilacs? Where were those from? They smelled so sweet, like a spring morning after a rain shower. But Hyrule Field had no lilac bushes, and the boy knew of no place where there were some outside of the Lost Woods. Every plant existed there.
He shook his head, dispelling thoughts of strange flowers. There were other things to notice this morning, and he could feel sleep tugging at him again. Before that happened, he needed to know where he was. The sun was steadily warming his back, and he knew that before long, someone would wake and find him. He wanted to know exactly where he was before that happened; there were enemies everywhere, and with his senses dulled, he was easy prey, even if he was in the presence of friends.
A coolness against his back made him lift his face from the rock. The wind brought with it the feel of late summer, the breeze alternating between cool and warm. It also carried with it sounds of the creatures of the Field: the burrowing prairie dogs, some squirrels in a tree not too far away, and even the final hoot of an owl before it decided to close its eyes to find sleep. And then, there were more smells, the ones not readily evident to him upon awakening. This one of a dead fire, put out for the night, this other of unwashed, travel-weary bodies. And, a sense of peace he never usually felt upon waking.
The coolness of the rock was fading as the sun's heat worked its way through his body, and against his better judgement, the boy found himself unable to resist the urge to open his eyes. Slowly, ever so slowly, they cracked open, the grey haze from before lost in the instant his blurred vision noticed the ground below him. And then instantly, everything went white, as his eyes, so accustomed to the dark, met with sunlight. Even indirect sunlight. The shock sent his mind into vertigo, and the boy groaned as pain exploded in his head, pounding against his temples. Trying to save himself, he ducked into a ball, his knees curled up around his head as he fell to the ground, eyes shut tight and head cradled in his arms as the brightness faded back into that welcoming grey. Yet through the pain, he felt a tinge of anger sweep through him. Why was he always, always, met with pain? Everywhere, all the time, there was pain.
His body was finally relaxing, the stinging gone and his senses once again dulling, when a rustling to his left brought him to attention, his face turned towards the sound and his body instantly freezing as panic took hold of him. He couldn't see and he had no weapon! Even though his now alert senses told him otherwise, told him that there was no danger, his body prepared for a fight nonetheless. Shifting so that he was on his knees, the boy reached out a hand, supporting himself with the rock. His already sore muscles tensed for the chance to jump even as his powerful legs shifted to hold his weight on the balls of his feet. Everything about his body made him appear as a predator about to jump its prey.
And then he heard her. A soft, almost hesitant voice that cut through the haze of panic and weariness, dropping his defences and letting him finally relax. Now, without the adrenaline to sustain them, his muscles slackened so that he fell backwards, all energy gone from his body. He was safe...he could sleep. A true sleep, where he wouldn't be haunted by nightmares or the pain a healing body brought. A sleep he'd been seeking since before he woke up.
And he understood, now, where that smell of lilacs came from, and he smiled. He would have to apologise to her someday, for not noticing the scent before. It really was very nice.
"Link...? Link!"
Zelda's cry woke the rest of the camp instantly, and Eon jumped to his feet so fast he fell backwards onto his rear, completing an almost full circle. Cursing under his breath, ignoring the pain in his behind as his stomach clenched with fear, Eon once again jumped to his feet, and as soon as he was sure of his balance, took off running towards the princess' shout.
He found her cradling a very unconscious Link, and the fear that clenched his stomach before now burned like fire. Zelda was distraught, her luxurious hair falling out of the braid, draping across Link's pale face, and her shoulders shaking with what the water child could only guess were sobs. Wasting no time, Eon ran to her, skidding to a halt beside the girl as the others arrived. He never even noticed their presence.
"Zelda! Zelda?! What's wrong? What happened?! Is Brother...did something happen to Brother?" He feared an answer even as he waited for one.
To his dismay, the princess didn't respond, only managing to make the red-headed boy worry more. What could have happened to put her into shock like this? Grabbing her shoulders, trying to be gentle despite his panic, Eon forced Zelda to look at him, but their eyes never met. Hers stayed only on Link's face.
"Zelda...you need to answer me. You yelled, what's wrong?" He purposely kept his voice calm, figuring maybe she was scared and that's why she hadn't answered.
Her shoulders shook as answer, and Eon could only stare at her as she slowly, so slowly, lifted her face to his. There was a smile on her lips but tears in her eyes. Blinking in surprise, Eon swallowed, unsure of what to say.
"Zelda Hime-sama...?" Navi's small voice broke the awkward silence, and the princess looked at her, the same dazed look on her face. Navi smiled painfully, but Eon knew she was only trying to hide her own worry. "Is Link-kun...? Did something bad happen to him?"
Shaking her head, the girl looked away from them all, her hands trailing over Link's serene face, pushing his bangs from in front of his eyes. Watching her hand, Eon started as he realised the difference in his brother's features. The death pallor from the past few days was gone, replaced now by the healthy glow of one fast asleep.
"He was awake." Everyone turned to the girl as Zelda began speaking, her eyes still on Link's face. The tears were still in her eyes, but Eon now knew them for what they were. Tears of happiness. "I woke up, because I felt something was wrong. When I sat up, I noticed he wasn't beside me." She smiled sadly and hiccuped, taking her hand from his face and clenching her fists against her knees. "He was right over there, by that rock. He looked like some predator, and I was scared... But then he just relaxed, and smiled at me, like he knew it was me..."
"Why wouldn't he know it was you...?" Eon's question was the same as everyone else's.
"His eyes...they were closed. He never opened them...and I wanted him to. I wanted them to open so much. Because then it would have been the same as before, when he spoke to me, and not Sheik. The first words he said to me in seven years..." She stopped then, and leaned in against Eon, her face buried in his chest. She whispered something against him, and Eon was sure he was the only one to hear. "When he said 'I missed you...'"
"Link-kun woke up..." Navi's voice broke the sudden silence, and Eon looked up at her. She looked so torn-as though she wanted to be happy but feared said happiness would be false. "But then, if Link-kun woke up, why is he sleeping now?" The fear in her voice was steadily rising. "Does that mean he's sick?"
"No, sprite. It means he's healing." Impa's voice brought all the children around. The tall Sheikah warrior stood above them, her expression unreadable. "The boy is exhausted. Let him sleep." She walked between the children, leaning over and lifting the princess up into her strong arms. Zelda protested weakly, but a shush from Impa quieted her. "Come. Let's make a fire near here, or he'll catch cold. Eon, help me with that, while the sprite and dragon get some extra wood and food." No one moved right away, and she stopped, her eyes penetrating. "Well?"
Everyone scattered at that.
Everyone, that is, except for Eon.
"What?" Impa walked away, back to the center of the camp, Zelda in her arms. The princess just looked at Eon, one hand fisted before her mouth, her eyes slightly wide. For a second, Eon thought she was a little girl, being carried to bed by her nanny.
"I was just wondering... You acted all nonchalant, but you're just as excited as the rest of us, aren't you?"
"About?"
Eon smirked. "About Brother being well again."
"No, boy, I'm not." Eon opened his mouth to say something but the Sheikah stopped him. "Because I knew he'd be ok."
Eon paused, a bewildered look on his face. Then he smiled, one hand on his hip. "Liar."
"Shut up and help out for a change."
The boy nodded and followed after her, content with this small victory.
The fire finally finished, Eon sat back on his haunches, brushing sweat from his forehead. Now was the time for breakfast...and he hated cooking. But there was no one else to do it. Impa was asking Zelda twenty questions, and the princess was answering them as slow as she possibly could. Both Navi and Vol-chan were too small or without the right limbs to help, and Brother...well, Brother wasn't going to be helping anyone anytime soon.
Tch, little boy's probably reveling in this extra sleep time, Eon thought sarcastically. But knowing Link finally had time to relax made the younger brother smile. But thoughts of sleep made him remember his own weird dream from the night before.
Cautiously, Eon raised his hand to his cheek, brushing it lightly. He could have sworn...that night, there was someone there, patting his cheek. Someone there that he'd always wanted. He closed his eyes as his mind wandered.
He'd been woken from a pleasant dream-a dream that seemed so real-by the feel of cool fingers against his cheek. But his dream was what captured his attention now. He closed his eyes as he remembered.
He could see her now. A beautiful woman, with the same red hair as his own, her smile like sunshine. And she would pick him up in her arms and twirl him in the sky, and smile-just for him! And then, when she put him to bed, she would brush his bangs out of his eyes and run her smooth hand along his cheek, all the while humming his favorite lullaby.
His eyes opened as the fantasy faded away. But that can be only a dream... He sighed at that sobering thought. If only she really would do something like that... But what about that feeling that woke me? Wasn't that real...?
"What's wrong? Daydreaming?"
Eon looked up at Impa standing over him. Looking around her leg, he noticed Zelda picking up the bedding, folding them and placing them back into packs.
"I'm up here, boy."
Frowning, Eon turned his gaze skyward. Leave it to Impa to be short and impolite with him.
"No, I was remembering a dream from last night."
She eyed him askance, as though she didn't want to say what she was about to say, but her retort came instantly. "Dream later. We need to get the food prepared."
Eon's eyes narrowed dangerously. "I can dream about whatever I want."
She kept eyeing him, and Eon couldn't for the life of him figure out why. But it was starting to anger him. He didn't notice the hitch in her voice. "I didn't say you couldn't. I just said to save it for later. Right now there are people here who need things. The people in your dreams are just memories from a different day...a different past." Her voice sounded distant, matter-of-fact.
The boy glared at her as he rose to his feet slowly. How dare she say that of his dreams!
"You wouldn't know."
Impa blinked, surprise showing on her face. Eon didn't bother to think it was the first time he ever saw such a thing-and would probably be the last time. "What was that?"
"I said you wouldn't know! Know about dreams! All you care about is your stupid code of honor and fighting! How would you know what I dream about?! How can you call them memories if I don't have anyone to give me the memories in the first place?!"
Impa opened her mouth to speak again, but Eon pushed her out of the way, running out into Hyrule Field. As he passed the Sheikah, Zelda ran up, her face a mixture of confusion and fear. But Eon was already gone, not bothering to notice.
Impa watched the boy run off, her temper alternating between flaring up and dying down. She wanted to go after the boy and knock some sense into him, but she also wanted to let him cool off and figure out for himself how silly he was being.
Silly boy...I wasn't trying to put him down...
"Impa...?"
Zelda's hand on her arm brought the Sheikah's attention back to the girl beside her. "Yes, Zelda Hime?"
"Shouldn't you go after him and apologize?"
That lifted an eyebrow on the Sheikah. "Apologize?"
Zelda nodded, her hand falling to her side. "Yes, I think you should. You were rather harsh..."
"I was being truthful and realistic-"
"You were being harsh!" Zelda instantly covered her mouth, the exclamation surprising her. "I mean," she said as she lowered her hands, "you were treating him badly, even if it was the truth. You've never been very nice with him, Impa."
The taller woman looked as though she were about to say something, but stopped short. The princess was right-Impa was harsher with Eon than with anyone else.
"Hasn't he proven that he can be trusted?"
"Well..." Only a few times in her life had Impa ever been without something to say. And the fact that now was one of them surprised her greatly.
Again, Zelda put her hand on Impa's arm, only this time there was a gentleness that hadn't been there before. Looking down into the girl's eyes, Impa nodded slowly.
"He's proven himself. The moment he learned who Link and he really were, he proved himself. He'd walk through Hell and back to save his brother, but... I don't know. There's something about him that gets to me, and I just..."
"It's ok. That's why you should apologize. I used to daydream all the time, but you never yelled at me."
"That was different. You were always busy, so daydreaming was a respite you deserved."
"Just because he doesn't rule a kingdom doesn't mean he doesn't have things on his mind all the time. Honestly, we know nothing about him. He just appeared before us."
Impa nodded again, then looked out to the Field. That silly boy better have a good excuse for making me trudge all the way out there. Then she thought back on her previous words, knowing the princess was right. But then again, I suppose he does... Sighing, she released her arm from the princess' grasp and trotted out a ways before stopping.
"I'll be back shortly. Forgive me for leaving you alone."
"I'll be all right, Impa. Now go on."
Nodding, Impa turned and ran out into the Field, her decision made.
The stone sailed clear through the air, much farther than the last few, and landed in a large bush. Eon watched it fall, his mood sour the whole time.
"Stupid woman! She didn't have to say that! It's not like...I knew about any of that...for it to even be a memory..." He wiped an arm across his face, surprised to find it wet. Angry again, he bent down and picked up the largest throwing stone he could find, hurling it with all his might, the momentum making him fall. But again, it only landed in the large bush about fifty yards away.
Cursing under his breath, Eon stood slowly, brushing off the back of his tunic. Still dusting himself off, he turned from the bush, eager to keep moving. He paused, though, when he heard a noise behind him. Eyes wide and throat dry, the boy turned his head ever so slightly, afraid of what he'd see.
A weird, bladed creature fluttered up out of the bush, followed by three others. Unsure of what to do, Eon stood perfectly still. This was an enemy he'd never heard of; he didn't want to rush into things unprepared.
Suddenly, the first tiny flying pod flew at him, its sides like razors. With a startled yelp, Eon ducked, flattening himself to the ground, but the second and third followed right after, grazing his back. Clenching his teeth in pain, Eon tensed his muscles. As soon as the third flying pod passed, he pushed himself up, right past the fourth one, inches from his nose.
Still moving backwards, the boy quickly set his hands above his head, waiting for them to make contact with the ground. The moment they did, he summoned the naginata while simultaneously vaulting himself. With a flip, he was back on his feet, the water weapon poised to fight. As the weird creatures came back at him, Eon charged. When he was a few yards in front of them, he stabbed the tip of the naginata into the ground, vaulting the enemies. As he passed over one, he pulled the naginata-hard-sending it crashing through the flying creature, shattering it into pieces.
Landing heavily, Eon swung his weapon around quickly, catching the nearest off-guard and disintegrating that as well. Cautious now, the remaining two kept their distance, waiting for a chance to catch the armed boy.
Tch, dammit! If they were on the ground I could use my wind technique! Damn flying buggers, I was not in the mood for this!
Apparently sure of a strategy, one of the remaining pods charged. Rolling his eyes, Eon waited for it to reach the edge of his range, when it suddenly darted up. Startled, Eon watched it, waiting for it to try to get behind him. But he forgot about the fourth one.
Sharp pain in his side reminded him that he had two enemies, and Eon jumped to the side as the one above him lowered itself swiftly. The large horizontal gash in his side stung, and he wondered if there was some kind of poison on the edges of those blades. And then he had to focus, as they were charging again.
Impa ran as fast as she could, following the tracks Eon left. He was fast, she had to give him that. Only a five minute head start and still she hadn't found him.
And then she heard the buzzing of peahat larvae, and her breath caught in her throat. If the boy encountered those...
Putting a last burst of speed into her stride, Impa crested a hill, only to be met with the sight of Eon fighting one of the larvae. Another lay on the ground a few yards away, a large gash through its body and slowly dying. Impressed that he did so well, considering he probably didn't even know the name of the enemy he fought, Impa still wouldn't relax. Where larva were, there was usually...
There! Coming from the south, the parent. Cursing, Impa rushed down the hill, yelling. Slightly surprised, both boy and enemy turned their attention towards her. When he saw the running Sheikah, Eon turned again to his distracted enemy, easily slaying it. Impa found herself growling under her breath. The boy was ignoring her!
"Boy!" And now he was walking away from her! Clenching her teeth, Impa charged him, tackling him to the ground.
"Hey!" He struggled, but she pinned him. "Let me go! What the hell do you think you're-"
"Silence!" She pressed his face into the ground, covering him with her body as the large peahat flew over them, its blades inches from Impa's back, the wind produced strong enough to slide the two five feet across the Field. The sound was deafening.
As soon as the larger creature was clear, she jumped to her feet, grabbing Eon by the arm and forcing him up.
"Go go go!"
"What! What's going on? Impa?!"
She had no time to answer as the parent came around again, its targets sighted. Swearing like a sailor, Impa threw Eon to the ground again, standing over him, her short sword and dagger in hand. Knowing Eon already disposed of the larvae was little comfort when the parent was bearing down on you, blades like swords moving too fast to see them.
Preparing herself, Impa waited as the large peahat closed in on her. The wind from the blades pushed her back a few inches, leaving furrows in the ground, and dust blocked her sight. But the noise was enough for her to go by, and when it reached a certain level, she ducked down under the blades and then stabbed upwards. The short sword and dagger each hit true, and Impa just kept pushing them into the soft flesh until her dagger was lost from sight and the blade of the short sword was nearly gone. There was a roar of pain, and then the peahat was veering left, away from the small creature that wounded it.
Still armed with the short sword, Impa picked Eon up again, shoving him in the direction she came from.
"Go, now! As long as we're here, that thing won't stop until it's dead! Hurry!" She began running, grabbing his arm as she passed. Eon fought for a second, then gave in, keeping pace with her. Behind them, the sound of the peahat charging increased. Worried they'd be caught from the back, Impa forced her legs to work faster, and so did the boy.
They crested another hill, still some distance from camp, when Eon stopped. Confused, thinking the boy was stuck, Impa stopped and turned, only to find him standing with his naginata, waiting for the peahat to close in on them.
"Idiot! What are you doing?! Hurry! It's not as fast as you'd think, and won't leave it's territory! Why did you stop?!"
"It won't stop chasing us."
Breathing heavily, Impa ran up and grabbed his arm, but he shook her off. Surprised at his strength, she tried again but he dodged her.
"I'm telling you, Impa, it won't stop!"
"How can you know that? You've never even seen one let alone-"
The wind from the blades stole her words as the peahat flew into their sight, the long grasses of Hyrule Field flattened. Impa instantly took her fighter's stance, waiting, but Eon jumped forward, the naginata held like a spear. And when the peahat lifted itself to charge, Eon threw the weapon, sending it clear through the soft underbelly of the plant, stopping only halfway out the back.
Shrieking in pain, the peahat flailed around, and Impa charged, her darts piercing the soft hide as well, her short sword held to the side, waiting till she was close enough to use it. Then she was beside the creature, her sword stabbing as Eon joined her with his naginata, and together they fought until the flying plant gave one last shudder of life and stopped, slowly disintegrating into dust.
Breathing heavily, Eon collapsed to the ground, the naginata disappearing in a burble of steam. Impa also sat down beside him, cleaning her blade on the grass.
"How...how did you know it wouldn't stop chasing us?"
Eon shrugged. "I've fought a lot of monsters in Sahasrahla's woods. They have this...feel to them, you know? And that creature was so angry and hurt, it wasn't going to stop. I could just feel it, I guess."
"I've never heard of peahats continuing a chase like that."
"Well, think about it. Those small things were its young, right? You treat Zelda as though she were your own kid. If anything happened to Zelda, would you ever stop?"
Impa looked at the boy askance, not for the first time wondering just what he was. Eon lay back, looking to the sky, letting the wind ruffle his hair. They sat like that in silence for a time, just breathing, until Eon stood suddenly.
"Well, thanks, but, um..."
Standing also, Impa let her temper get the best of her. Eon fell back a pace or two, his cheek red from the slap. Looking up at the taller Sheikah, he looked like he was going to say something, but she beat him to it.
"I'm sorry."
"I-huh?" Eon blinked, his hand slowly leaving his cheek.
"Don't make me repeat myself. I apologized because I shouldn't have been so harsh with you. You're just a child, of course you're going to daydream..."
"...That's not much of an apology..."
Sighing, Impa walked to where the peahat died, retrieving her dagger. "No, it's not at that."
"But I guess for you, it's as good as I'm going to get."
Hearing humor in his voice, Impa turned, only to be greeted with his trademark smile. Nodding, a slight smile on her face, Impa walked over, ruffling his hair.
"I suppose so." He grinned at her and began walking towards camp, not noticing the woman wasn't following. "Eon."
He stopped, turning to face her. She smiled wryly when she saw the look of surprise on his face. I can't believe I'm doing this...
"Wait a minute."
"Impa...?"
"I do know." His surprise was evident, and she sighed as she walked forward. "About dreams."
"Impa...I'm sorry about that, it's just..."
"You think all I care for is my honor and fighting, but that's not quite right. You were right about the princess. Zelda Hime is everything to me; she's all I have left, and, if need be, I will rely solely on my honor and strength to protect her. It has nothing to do with the way I think of myself. And, about dreams... When I told you that dreams are memories, I spoke for myself, too." She knelt beside him, putting a hand on his head. Right then, he looked much younger than before. "There are many people we all lost during that war, and your mother was one of them. She was my friend, too. With you two now, it's much harder to not think about those times, especially after seeing her again a few months ago. So, I was also telling myself."
He was silent for a time, then he nodded. "I'm sorry for saying those things to you, Impa. But you got me mad. I had a dream last night about my mom, and what it would be like if she were alive. And then I woke up, because I felt a touch on my cheek, just like in my dream...and I was hoping, maybe, that could someday happen." He sounded like a small boy, not the strong warrior he was a few moments before. "So, I guess I over-reacted."
She nodded. "I think we both did. But I wasn't lying. There are people here now who need our help more than those who can't receive it any longer. You yourself need your wounds treated."
Eon looked down at his side, to where she was pointing, and blushed. "It's not that bad..."
"Ah, well then. I suppose making a meal wouldn't be too hard, since last I knew, you were on cooking duty."
He groaned, and Impa had to force herself to hide a smile. She would cook when they returned to camp, but teasing the boy was too much fun.
Hooking an arm around his shoulder, she helped the boy hobble around a bit, getting used to the feel of walking on his own with a wound, now that there was no adrenaline to keep him going. And when he could walk on his own, then they headed back to camp.
"Um...Impa?"
"Yes?" She could see Zelda now; the princess was smiling and waving.
"Does this mean...we can't tease each other anymore? Because that was really fun."
The comment caught Impa so off-guard she did something she hadn't in a while.
She out right laughed.
LINK NO MIKO'S LITTLE CORNER OF TALKINGNESS
Teehee, long time no see. It appears oneesan has competition regarding Eon... ^-^x She doesn't seem to think so, though.
Well, sorry for the long wait. I had finals and then I lost my train of thought with this chapter. All in all, it's an ok chappie-I don't love it, but I don't hate it, either. Some parts seem out of character to me (Impaaaa), but overall I guess it's fine. I personally like the beginning, with Link-kun. See, I CAN write paragraphs! *glares at oneesan*
Anywho, I'm a bit peeved about Kaze no Takuto coming out so late. And yes, that is Wind Waker and no, I will NOT call it by that name. Takuto's Wind, yes, but not Wind Waker. *grumbles about stupid English names* I mean, Kaze no Takuto just sounds so much cooler! But Ura Zelda! *dances* Link no miko is getting Ura Zelda cause she preooooordered! I is so HAppy!
...Now I just gotta figure out who Takuto is...-_-x
