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Chapter 4
The Gerudo King sat up in bed, his gleaming orange gaze set upon his archenemy. He smirked. "So, you finally decided to show up, boy," he said. Although he didn't show it in his stature, his voice gave away the true caliber of his injuries. While he had meant to sound taunting and intimidating, his voice came out as sounding gravelly and weak.
Link bared his teeth and reached for his sword, his mind set on slaying the one who had caused so much destruction and chaos in Link's life. He drew his golden blade out in a wide arc and held it up, tip downwards, above Ganondorf's prone form on the bed.
"Link, stop it!" Impa's voice rang in his ears. The Sage of Shadow seized the sword from his hands and threw it to the floor. Link turned to her, incredulous. "Why did you stop me?!" he demanded. Impa shook her head and placed her hands on the Hero of Time's shoulders.
"Link, there is no need to fight him. He is on our side now." Link's eyes widened at this statement and he turned frantically to the man on the bed then returned his gaze to her. "You don't truly believe he's on our side?! You can't trust this man!" Impa simply shook her head again. "Link, you have been gone for three years. Things have changed since while you were away."
"No!" Link said fiercely. "There is no way three years could've changed this man! No way!" The sound of Ganondorf's chuckles sent waves of anger spiraling through Link's frame. "You know nothing, boy. While you were out prancing and having fun with your worthless life, Hyrule has gone through hell and back. Perhaps you didn't realize it, but such events can have dramatic changes on people," the dark king said.
Link was filled with fury. "Shut-up! You of all people should know what it's like to put people through that!"
"Link!" Impa bellowed, startling the blond man. "That is enough! Ganondorf is on our side now. Whether you except or not, he is an ally. I will have no more of this bickering between you two!" She turned to Ganondorf who was yawning boredly. "And you, Ganondorf. No more taunting Link, or anyone for that matter. You know he will be easily agitated by you," she scolded. The Gerudo man shrugged nonchalantly. Impa glared at Link who was glaring daggers at Ganondorf, absolutely infuriated.
Without warning, Link turned and left the room at a brisk pace. "Link!" Impa called after him, but there was no reply: he was already gone.
Link leaned against the stone wall of the cliff that overlooked a vast forest. He had left Impa and Ganondorf, knowing that if he had been in that room any longer, he would've done something stupid and crazy. He had been running blindly through the hallways and had found a doorway that led to the outside, where he was standing currently at this moment.
Seeing the outside, though, did not help any with Link's obliviousness to where he was located. He supposed that was what the Sages had intended, so he wouldn't leave them in an inane attempt to rescue Princess Zelda.
Zelda. That name brought such memories and feelings to his mind. Link ran his fingers through his hair. Why had he left? Why did he have to be so selfish and leave right when he would be needed the most? Because he had been gone for those short three years, Hyrule was a completely different place. Enraged, Link slammed his fist into the wall he leaned upon, dislodging several loose pebbles that tumbled to the ground.
"Link?" a timid voice startled him. The hero glanced up in surprise to see Malon standing at the doorway, a few feet away from where he stood. Her eyes were wide with surprise and mild fear, an obvious sign that she had witnessed his little outburst.
"D-did I come at a wrong time?" she asked. Link shook his head. "No, I'm...I'm just a little stressed with the turn of events right now. I wouldn't mind a person to talk to," he replied, sinking to the floor. Malon came over, taking the initiative, and sat down beside him, curling her legs up to her chest and wrapping her arms around her knees.
They sat in silence for awhile, the wind gently blowing their hair in the breeze and the stars in the sky twinkled merrily at them. Malon took a subtle glance over at Link and saw he was staring intently at the sky. She had a feeling that he didn't really see the countless stars in the night sky. She had a feeling he saw right through it, so lost in his thoughts.
The red headed farmgirl took a deep breath, summoning up her courage and spoke up. "What are you thinking about?" He blinked and glanced over at her. "What?" Malon sighed. Whatever it was that he had been thinking about had certainly captivated him. "What are you thinking about?" she repeated, waiting expectantly for his answer.
Link met her gaze for a brief second, before looking away. "Nothing," he replied, very unconvincingly. Malon's heart sank. She knew what he had been thinking about. It was all too obvious he was thinking about her.
That woman...How it made Malon angry that the woman who Link had fallen in love with would never be able to return the feelings Malon knew Link had for her. It pained her to know that Link would always be hurting inside, aware of the love that could not be reciprocated.
"Malon."
Malon jerked her head up in surprise and stared into the concerned eyes of Link. "Are you alright?" he asked. Puzzled, Malon raised an eyebrow. Why wouldn't she be alright? Link reached out his hand and touched her cheek. "You're crying. Is something wrong?" Malon gasped, surprised that she had been crying without even realizing it. She pulled away from his touch, albeit reluctantly, and wiped frantically at her cheeks.
"I'm fine," she replied quickly, almost as unconvincing as Link had been before.
"But-"
"They're tears of joy," Malon interrupted firmly. Her suddenly hardened features softened as she reached out and squeezed his hand. "I'm....just so glad you are finally back with us, Link," she said softly. It was certainly the truth, but it wasn't the reason why she had been crying. It didn't matter though, Link bought it. The corners of his mouth lifted up into a slight smile and he squeezed her hand back.
"I'm glad to be back too."
Zelda stood at the window of the bedroom she shared with her wretched husband. She watched as the moon slowly made its trek across the sky, wondering if the Sages were all ok. She sighed, clutching the windowsill tightly in her balled up hands.
She hated what had happened. She hated how Hyrule had come to be. And most of all, she hated Link for leaving. If he had stayed, then Hyrule would have had a better chance at surviving against Serephin's army. And perhaps, she would not have been captured and forced to marry Your Rottenness.
A single tear dripped from her bottom eyelid and slid slowly down her cheek. She rubbed it away with her sleeve. Zelda bit her lip, knowing the flood gates were about to open. She tried to hold the tears in but they burned at her eyes, and she gave in, collapsing onto the window frame. Her whole body was racked with sobs as she let go of all the feelings that she had barely managed to keep bottled up for the whole day. This was almost like a daily ritual for her.
Goddesses, how she hated her life! She hated everything now. She'd even go so far as to say she hated Hyrule, but there was no point. Hyrule had done nothing but entrusted its safety into her and the Chosen One's hands, and she had let it down. Hyrule had the right to hate her.
"Your highness?" a voice from behind her called softly to her. The broken queen slowly turned around, not bothering to compose herself before being seen before a lowly servant such as this messenger boy who stood at the doorway.
"What is it?" she demanded, her voice coarse from crying. The boy lowered his head, to hide the angry look that had crossed his face the moment Zelda spoke to him.
None of the servants in the castle liked Zelda. They had never seen her happy or smile a single day since taking over the castle. She had never bothered to at least acknowledge their existence, nor had she ever been kind to any of them. The servants understood the reason for Zelda's despondence, but it had not been any of the servants fault for what had transpired in Hyrule, so there was no reason for the former Hyrulean Princess to take her anger out on them.
The boy lifted his head back up, knowing that it was rude to look down at the floor when speaking with the royal family. "His Majesty wishes to speak with you...in his study, your highness," he relayed.
Zelda stood to her full height, her back turned to the servant boy. "Alright. I am coming," she answered. She waved a hand to dismiss him then straightened her clothes and wiped her face dry of tears. She didn't want Serephin to know she broke down and cried every night. She had built up the image for him that she was a tough princess, or queen now, that wouldn't be broken so easily.
In the king's study, Zelda found her vile husband flipping through a large brown book upon his desk. When she entered, it angered her that he totally ignored her and continued reading. The queen flounced up to his desk and slammed her hands upon it making a loud cacophonous boom in the large, half- empty room.
Serephin's icy blue gaze settled upon her and instantly her anger faded away into slight fear. "You always find a way to annoy me Princess, don't you?" his smooth deep voice drawled. It was odd, him of all people Zelda thought would not refer to her as 'Princess', but that was what the majority of the time he chose to acknowledge her by. It was almost demeaning in a way: he was king and he called her princess, as if she was below him in stature. Zelda hated it. That was what Link had used to call her and she didn't want any reminders of him.
"Why did you call me?" she demanded. She had meant to sound brave and imposing, but only managed to sound slightly timid. The Dark Elf smirked and rose from his chair to his full height, dwarfing Zelda by nearly a foot. She stared up at him and took a step back, though regretted it immediately.
"I have been doing some research, my love, and I have come across something interesting..." he trailed off, knowing she was growing annoyed. "And?" she prompted impatiently.
Abruptly, he grasped both of her arms in his hands and held her firm. Zelda stared at him in puzzlement, fear slowly welling up in her stomach. "I have found that the bearer of the final piece of the Triforce, the Hero of Time, is connected to the Princess of Destiny, by mind and spirit...." He stared hard into her slowly widening eyes. "You are the Princess of Destiny. You will lead me to the final piece."
Zelda screamed and Serephin released his bruising hold on her, startled. She gripped her head tightly in her hands, shaking her head from side to side. "It's not true! It's not true!" she continuously shouted.
Puzzled, the Elf king walked calmly around his desk and grabbed his spasming wife. "What is not true, woman?" he demanded, shaking her roughly. Her dark blue gaze settled upon him. "He is dead! Link is dead and you will never get his piece!" she spat in his face. His eyes narrowed and he backhanded her, knocking the queen to the floor.
Serephin bare his teeth. "I know you're lying, woman. Have you already forgotten that I possess two pieces of the Triforce? I would know if the bearer died. I would feel his connection break." He glanced at the back of his right hand and watched with satisfaction and hunger as the Triforce symbol revealed itself and illuminated his pale features. His silvery hair shone golden in the light of the Sacred Relic left behind by the Goddesses.
Two of the three triangles were filled: the uppermost and the one on the left. "In fact", he began, clenching his fist and returning his gaze to his wife on the floor, who was rubbing her cheek gently with the back of her dainty hand while glaring hatefully up at him. "I believe the connection has grown stronger..."
He watched, pleased, when Zelda's eyes opened wide. He chuckled. "So you felt it too, didn't you Princess?" Serephin turned to the window that lay behind his desk. "It seems your hero has finally returned to Hyrule."
Yes I know, making Zelda hate Link isn't the best thing to do. But I noticed that in every Zelda fic I've read where Link leaves blah blah blah and Hyrule goes through heck and whatever, that Zelda always waits patiently for him and still loves him and such not. Well I wanted to be different. Plus it helps with what I intended for the story anyway. So if you don't like it....well I can't do anything about it, because that's how I'm gonna write it so nyah! Anyway, review me!!
-LunaRyuu
Chapter 4
The Gerudo King sat up in bed, his gleaming orange gaze set upon his archenemy. He smirked. "So, you finally decided to show up, boy," he said. Although he didn't show it in his stature, his voice gave away the true caliber of his injuries. While he had meant to sound taunting and intimidating, his voice came out as sounding gravelly and weak.
Link bared his teeth and reached for his sword, his mind set on slaying the one who had caused so much destruction and chaos in Link's life. He drew his golden blade out in a wide arc and held it up, tip downwards, above Ganondorf's prone form on the bed.
"Link, stop it!" Impa's voice rang in his ears. The Sage of Shadow seized the sword from his hands and threw it to the floor. Link turned to her, incredulous. "Why did you stop me?!" he demanded. Impa shook her head and placed her hands on the Hero of Time's shoulders.
"Link, there is no need to fight him. He is on our side now." Link's eyes widened at this statement and he turned frantically to the man on the bed then returned his gaze to her. "You don't truly believe he's on our side?! You can't trust this man!" Impa simply shook her head again. "Link, you have been gone for three years. Things have changed since while you were away."
"No!" Link said fiercely. "There is no way three years could've changed this man! No way!" The sound of Ganondorf's chuckles sent waves of anger spiraling through Link's frame. "You know nothing, boy. While you were out prancing and having fun with your worthless life, Hyrule has gone through hell and back. Perhaps you didn't realize it, but such events can have dramatic changes on people," the dark king said.
Link was filled with fury. "Shut-up! You of all people should know what it's like to put people through that!"
"Link!" Impa bellowed, startling the blond man. "That is enough! Ganondorf is on our side now. Whether you except or not, he is an ally. I will have no more of this bickering between you two!" She turned to Ganondorf who was yawning boredly. "And you, Ganondorf. No more taunting Link, or anyone for that matter. You know he will be easily agitated by you," she scolded. The Gerudo man shrugged nonchalantly. Impa glared at Link who was glaring daggers at Ganondorf, absolutely infuriated.
Without warning, Link turned and left the room at a brisk pace. "Link!" Impa called after him, but there was no reply: he was already gone.
Link leaned against the stone wall of the cliff that overlooked a vast forest. He had left Impa and Ganondorf, knowing that if he had been in that room any longer, he would've done something stupid and crazy. He had been running blindly through the hallways and had found a doorway that led to the outside, where he was standing currently at this moment.
Seeing the outside, though, did not help any with Link's obliviousness to where he was located. He supposed that was what the Sages had intended, so he wouldn't leave them in an inane attempt to rescue Princess Zelda.
Zelda. That name brought such memories and feelings to his mind. Link ran his fingers through his hair. Why had he left? Why did he have to be so selfish and leave right when he would be needed the most? Because he had been gone for those short three years, Hyrule was a completely different place. Enraged, Link slammed his fist into the wall he leaned upon, dislodging several loose pebbles that tumbled to the ground.
"Link?" a timid voice startled him. The hero glanced up in surprise to see Malon standing at the doorway, a few feet away from where he stood. Her eyes were wide with surprise and mild fear, an obvious sign that she had witnessed his little outburst.
"D-did I come at a wrong time?" she asked. Link shook his head. "No, I'm...I'm just a little stressed with the turn of events right now. I wouldn't mind a person to talk to," he replied, sinking to the floor. Malon came over, taking the initiative, and sat down beside him, curling her legs up to her chest and wrapping her arms around her knees.
They sat in silence for awhile, the wind gently blowing their hair in the breeze and the stars in the sky twinkled merrily at them. Malon took a subtle glance over at Link and saw he was staring intently at the sky. She had a feeling that he didn't really see the countless stars in the night sky. She had a feeling he saw right through it, so lost in his thoughts.
The red headed farmgirl took a deep breath, summoning up her courage and spoke up. "What are you thinking about?" He blinked and glanced over at her. "What?" Malon sighed. Whatever it was that he had been thinking about had certainly captivated him. "What are you thinking about?" she repeated, waiting expectantly for his answer.
Link met her gaze for a brief second, before looking away. "Nothing," he replied, very unconvincingly. Malon's heart sank. She knew what he had been thinking about. It was all too obvious he was thinking about her.
That woman...How it made Malon angry that the woman who Link had fallen in love with would never be able to return the feelings Malon knew Link had for her. It pained her to know that Link would always be hurting inside, aware of the love that could not be reciprocated.
"Malon."
Malon jerked her head up in surprise and stared into the concerned eyes of Link. "Are you alright?" he asked. Puzzled, Malon raised an eyebrow. Why wouldn't she be alright? Link reached out his hand and touched her cheek. "You're crying. Is something wrong?" Malon gasped, surprised that she had been crying without even realizing it. She pulled away from his touch, albeit reluctantly, and wiped frantically at her cheeks.
"I'm fine," she replied quickly, almost as unconvincing as Link had been before.
"But-"
"They're tears of joy," Malon interrupted firmly. Her suddenly hardened features softened as she reached out and squeezed his hand. "I'm....just so glad you are finally back with us, Link," she said softly. It was certainly the truth, but it wasn't the reason why she had been crying. It didn't matter though, Link bought it. The corners of his mouth lifted up into a slight smile and he squeezed her hand back.
"I'm glad to be back too."
Zelda stood at the window of the bedroom she shared with her wretched husband. She watched as the moon slowly made its trek across the sky, wondering if the Sages were all ok. She sighed, clutching the windowsill tightly in her balled up hands.
She hated what had happened. She hated how Hyrule had come to be. And most of all, she hated Link for leaving. If he had stayed, then Hyrule would have had a better chance at surviving against Serephin's army. And perhaps, she would not have been captured and forced to marry Your Rottenness.
A single tear dripped from her bottom eyelid and slid slowly down her cheek. She rubbed it away with her sleeve. Zelda bit her lip, knowing the flood gates were about to open. She tried to hold the tears in but they burned at her eyes, and she gave in, collapsing onto the window frame. Her whole body was racked with sobs as she let go of all the feelings that she had barely managed to keep bottled up for the whole day. This was almost like a daily ritual for her.
Goddesses, how she hated her life! She hated everything now. She'd even go so far as to say she hated Hyrule, but there was no point. Hyrule had done nothing but entrusted its safety into her and the Chosen One's hands, and she had let it down. Hyrule had the right to hate her.
"Your highness?" a voice from behind her called softly to her. The broken queen slowly turned around, not bothering to compose herself before being seen before a lowly servant such as this messenger boy who stood at the doorway.
"What is it?" she demanded, her voice coarse from crying. The boy lowered his head, to hide the angry look that had crossed his face the moment Zelda spoke to him.
None of the servants in the castle liked Zelda. They had never seen her happy or smile a single day since taking over the castle. She had never bothered to at least acknowledge their existence, nor had she ever been kind to any of them. The servants understood the reason for Zelda's despondence, but it had not been any of the servants fault for what had transpired in Hyrule, so there was no reason for the former Hyrulean Princess to take her anger out on them.
The boy lifted his head back up, knowing that it was rude to look down at the floor when speaking with the royal family. "His Majesty wishes to speak with you...in his study, your highness," he relayed.
Zelda stood to her full height, her back turned to the servant boy. "Alright. I am coming," she answered. She waved a hand to dismiss him then straightened her clothes and wiped her face dry of tears. She didn't want Serephin to know she broke down and cried every night. She had built up the image for him that she was a tough princess, or queen now, that wouldn't be broken so easily.
In the king's study, Zelda found her vile husband flipping through a large brown book upon his desk. When she entered, it angered her that he totally ignored her and continued reading. The queen flounced up to his desk and slammed her hands upon it making a loud cacophonous boom in the large, half- empty room.
Serephin's icy blue gaze settled upon her and instantly her anger faded away into slight fear. "You always find a way to annoy me Princess, don't you?" his smooth deep voice drawled. It was odd, him of all people Zelda thought would not refer to her as 'Princess', but that was what the majority of the time he chose to acknowledge her by. It was almost demeaning in a way: he was king and he called her princess, as if she was below him in stature. Zelda hated it. That was what Link had used to call her and she didn't want any reminders of him.
"Why did you call me?" she demanded. She had meant to sound brave and imposing, but only managed to sound slightly timid. The Dark Elf smirked and rose from his chair to his full height, dwarfing Zelda by nearly a foot. She stared up at him and took a step back, though regretted it immediately.
"I have been doing some research, my love, and I have come across something interesting..." he trailed off, knowing she was growing annoyed. "And?" she prompted impatiently.
Abruptly, he grasped both of her arms in his hands and held her firm. Zelda stared at him in puzzlement, fear slowly welling up in her stomach. "I have found that the bearer of the final piece of the Triforce, the Hero of Time, is connected to the Princess of Destiny, by mind and spirit...." He stared hard into her slowly widening eyes. "You are the Princess of Destiny. You will lead me to the final piece."
Zelda screamed and Serephin released his bruising hold on her, startled. She gripped her head tightly in her hands, shaking her head from side to side. "It's not true! It's not true!" she continuously shouted.
Puzzled, the Elf king walked calmly around his desk and grabbed his spasming wife. "What is not true, woman?" he demanded, shaking her roughly. Her dark blue gaze settled upon him. "He is dead! Link is dead and you will never get his piece!" she spat in his face. His eyes narrowed and he backhanded her, knocking the queen to the floor.
Serephin bare his teeth. "I know you're lying, woman. Have you already forgotten that I possess two pieces of the Triforce? I would know if the bearer died. I would feel his connection break." He glanced at the back of his right hand and watched with satisfaction and hunger as the Triforce symbol revealed itself and illuminated his pale features. His silvery hair shone golden in the light of the Sacred Relic left behind by the Goddesses.
Two of the three triangles were filled: the uppermost and the one on the left. "In fact", he began, clenching his fist and returning his gaze to his wife on the floor, who was rubbing her cheek gently with the back of her dainty hand while glaring hatefully up at him. "I believe the connection has grown stronger..."
He watched, pleased, when Zelda's eyes opened wide. He chuckled. "So you felt it too, didn't you Princess?" Serephin turned to the window that lay behind his desk. "It seems your hero has finally returned to Hyrule."
Yes I know, making Zelda hate Link isn't the best thing to do. But I noticed that in every Zelda fic I've read where Link leaves blah blah blah and Hyrule goes through heck and whatever, that Zelda always waits patiently for him and still loves him and such not. Well I wanted to be different. Plus it helps with what I intended for the story anyway. So if you don't like it....well I can't do anything about it, because that's how I'm gonna write it so nyah! Anyway, review me!!
-LunaRyuu