Part Nine

Chapter Thirteen: Return of the White Knight

Navi floated back and forth at white door waiting for a Pheno to answer before taking her body and slamming it back and forth against the opening hatch in a futile attempt at knocking.

"HEY! ARE YOU GOING TO LET ME IN OR NOT!?!" she shouted as she folded her arms and tapped her finger furiously against her bicep... well if you could call it a bicep considering its no bigger than the head of a Q-tip. Pheno Hawks walked up toward the opening and slid the plate to the left. Only his dirt brown eyes were exposed through the small hole as he gazed down towards the glowing ball of red light.

"Uh, are you here to restock our faerie dust?" asked Hawks while picking a wedge.

"Who's that at the door?" asked Vindor-Ross as he walked next to him holding a long crystal rod in one hand while pocketing the other in his white coat.

"It's a faerie; but how the bloody hell did one fly up here?"

"Should we catch it? I heard from some imps that the wings of a faerie make a fine cure for gas."

"Faerie!?! Is that Navi at the door?" asked Zelda.

"Well it's a faerie, ma'am. I could try asking it but its too busy shouting blaspheme..." replied Vindor-Ross.

"Send her in!"

"Yes ma'am," spoke Vindor-Ross. Hawks looked down at the faerie and examined her a bit. His face twisted in disgust as he closed the sliding door. "Hey V-R, do we have any rubber gloves?"

"Rubber gloves? What for?"

"Well, it's just that the faerie looked a little unsanitary."

"UNSANITARY!?! I'LL UNSANITARY YOU!!!" Navi screamed as she slammed her body against the door some more.

"Well Sir, I don't have any rubber gloves but I do have an unused rubber," spoke Vindor-Ross. "I was going to save it for the Mrs." Vindor-Ross took a good glance over her. His finger reached over and brushed off a small smudge of oil off her hip. "She's fine, Hawks. Besides, the King would probably have a fit if we tried to wrap her up in that thing. Why don't we go ahead and take a morning coffee break," he spoke while winking.

Zelda smiled; thrilled that she was able to convince him earlier to allow Navi to come in. Hawks probably wouldn't have been as easy due to his by-the-book attitude.

Zelda sat on the edge of her bed with a slight smile to her face. The first thing Navi noticed was how different Zelda looked. Her hair was pulled back with bobby pins and a leather strip in a ponytail; probably to keep her long hair out of the way while they worked on her foot. It was odd seeing her in such plain fabrics. A small short-sleeved knee high blue dress covered her body. Her face seemed a little warmer as well; friendlier even. Without the makeup or her gold jewelry, she looked like any other Hylian girl out there. Her foot was planted in a bowl of red potion. Hawks handed Navi to Zelda. Zelda looked up and gave a prompt nod.

Vindor-Ross nodded back. "Hawks, this way, lets take an early coffee break. You look sleepy. We can't have that and you operating."

"Whatever you say, boss," muffled Hawks as he twitched his coarse brown mustache while exiting out of the room.

Navi immediately leaped into the air and hugged Zelda's cheek before promptly slapping it. "DON'T YOU EVER GO UNCONCIOUS LIKE THAT AGAIN! You scared me Zelda, I thought you were going to wind up like Link, in some sort boogish state... or something like that... you know... like... that...awwwww...." Navi returned to hugging her cheek. Zelda bobbed her head as Navi rubbed her head in like a kitten who just had a good whiff of catnip.

Zelda held her hand out, allowing Navi to perch upon the palm of her hand like some beach blanket. She sighed as she told Navi all about what had happened in the past few hours she was asleep: the reflections of the past, the twisted future; and even parts of the analytic thoughts that incurred inside her shell. Naturally, she was forced to repeat several parts and reword many details here and there, but Navi was an intelligent woman. Plus, she's heard more things of a more queer origin (see Majora's Mask).

"So do you know who exactly was in your mind?" questioned Navi.

"No clue, although they seemed to know a great deal of me; but then again they could've picked it up by doing a psychic scan. But I was just so lost in myself that anyone probably could've invaded without my notice. Then again, there are very few psychics left in the world. Not only that but they seemed so good that I could not find any psychic residue. Its like a ghost came in and out. Maybe they are from my past? Or are they simply another heartless person out there who simply wants to see a princess scream for sanity! Oh Navi, may I request an opinion? Am I... well... emotional?"

Navi scratched her head. She held back her sarcasm and almost told her that she should just record that last statement and play it over to answer the question. But now is not the time for that. She needed not a sweeter answer... but possibly a gentler but vague answer. Although its not her style, it does suit the occasion. Navi sat on the edge of her palm, crossing her legs and swinging them up and down. "It determines what your definition of emotional is. Being emotional, can be a good thing and a bad thing. It shows you care a great deal about everything around you, but..."

"...but?" repeated Zelda as she drew her head closer to her.

"...but it can cause you to lose focus on what's really important. If you were on the sidelines or on the defense, it's not really much of a concern but, when you are on the offense and forced to attack, it becomes a considerable weakness." Navi smiled. Sometimes she even surprises herself sometimes. That was possibly one of the best pieces of advice she ever gave someone. She should take note of this and use it whenever Ruto asks here again sometime.

Zelda nodded somewhat speechlessly. "Let's go... I've had enough of these blank walls and this dull area. Dull clothes, dull air... oh... sorry Navi... I'm not saying there is nothing wrong with having simpler things... its just something I said that didn't come out right..." Zelda pulled her foot out of the red potion and examined it. It was still terribly swollen but walk- able. Running wasn't out of the question, but she'd be best to not test the limits of it... yet. She placed Navi on the dresser and proceeded to look down the window. "One story from the moat," Zelda mumbled as she walked back to her bed and pulled the sheets, promptly making knots after every foot or so. Zelda tied one part to a pole and jerked repeatedly, testing its strength. "Let's go Navi... I think I have an idea of the place... but first, I need to talk with a Poe Hunter before they leave for their morning hunt."

Navi nodded hesitantly. "You have a lot of faith in the stuffed animal huh? That's fine, but the second... and I do mean THE second something sounds off..."

Zelda nodded. "I know... I know... just... just let me take care of this."

Navi flew down to the ground below, insuring that nothing dangerous floated in the murky waters below. A slight glow of blue signaled to Zelda above. Navi sighed. "I keep forgetting Zelda is more use to giving suggestions rather than taking them. This is definitely going to be a weird two days. I hope I don't sound like some nagging mother-in-law," muttered from below while Zelda threw her good foot over the edge. She then held firmly around one knot and grabbed with her thighs. She slowly descended down, carefully using what little upper body strength she had to ensure a slow descent down. Navi flew back and forth to signify a wave (due to her own hand being far to small to see from that height). "Looking good, girl!" Zelda smiled as she used the tip of her foot to tap the water's surface. She then released her grasp and plunged into the moat. She swam over towards the edge and crawled onto the grass. She sulked a little as her ankle made contact with the earth beneath it.

Zelda threw her hair forward and began to squeeze the fluid from her pony tail. "Well... that was a little terrifying. I don't think I've ever scaled that type of height since my days as Sheik."

Navi flew down by her foot and blew some magic on it. Damage this bad would've required at least seventy two hours in red potion before it would completely heal. The least she could do was nullify the pain for a while. "So why does it bother you now? I mean, Link didn't lose any of the abilities he gained during you know what."

"Indeed, but he also had the Master Sword; and the Master Sword and the Triforces are two different things. Believe me, I've tried to retrain but it's just no use."

Zelda promptly picked up a long stick. She peeled the bark revealing the fine flesh of light colored wood underneath.

Now this was getting interesting. Navi didn't hang out with Zelda all that much but for her to give up on something? That's just completely out of her character! "Zelda, if you don't mind me asking but why stop training? Did your duties make it hard to? Did your family reject the idea of you learning to fight?"

Zelda took a few steps toward the market entrance, keeping a slightly low profile. "Partially, after all, you don't have a guard per cross and per door for no reason at all... but I just didn't have anything to fight for. Of course Ganondorf is still around, but with his memories erased of all events that have any relation to the Door of Time or Triforce he is not the threat we once knew. I even have gotten used to his tea time invitations that my father sends him."

"Tea time? Since when do you have tea with Ganondorf, Zelda?" Navi watched as the Princess turned her head toward the ground while passing the guards stationed at the top of the lookout posts. Without any of her usual attire, she really did blend in; as long as no one took a good look at her face, and the fact that it was still early in the morning with very little traffic made it surprisingly easy to walk back to the Temple of Time. She hastily flew behind Zelda until she caught up to her shoulder.

Zelda approached the fountain and sat on one of the stone edges. A traveling bard in colorful clothing was sitting on the opposite end as he prepared for another busy day while an orange tabby cat licked itself nearby. Zelda sighed as she looked down into the water, staring at the various rupees that have been tossed into the pool. "For a few years now. He's surprisingly a wonderful host, I just never told Link because I knew he would probably become extremely edgy and do something bold like spying on us... not that I don't trust you but..."

Navi placed her hand over her face in an attempt to hold back her laughter. "That's okay... your father is probably tired of tossing Link in jail for breaking and entering and you pardoning him every time. I think he is up to his..."

Zelda nodded slightly. "Fifth...

...teenth time I believe. To be honest... I'm thankful for one thing..." Zelda continued to stare deep into the water.

"What's that, Zelda?"

"Link probably knows Hyrule law better than I do by now. He even managed to put up a respectable defense a number of times while on the stand. Probably could've won the jury had he not prove to be... illiterate. The second he had to walk up and ask for someone to read something over for him was the second that everyone in that room thought of him as nothing more than an ill-bred farm boy. Very astonishing to think that they seemed so impressed up until that point and..."

"Zelda, I know, I was there remember?"

"I'm sorry Navi. I just keep forgetting that you hide a lot either in Link's cap or his breast pocket." Zelda turned her head down in embarrassment. She turned down and started counting the amount of rupees that laid at the bottom of the fountain, even the ones that were wedged into the grate where some rupees that were stuck so long that the calcium that built upon them so thickly that you could not distinguish the color of its value.

Navi flew on top of the water and began to float on the surface as if she was walking on top of it. "Link told me one time that people throw enough rupees per day to buy a loaf of bread."

Zelda raised a brow. "Hmm."

Navi nodded, her lilac hair bobbing up and down. "It bothered him every time he passed by here and had many thoughts of just collecting the money and using it to buy bread for the poor but..."

"But why doesn't he? I'd figure Link would be one to do such favors for people."

Navi placed her hand on her cheek. "Because if you think about it. Each rupee in the water represents a wish. To him, is it right to steal someone else's wish and desire in exchange for a material possession?"

"Well..." Zelda was suddenly interrupted as a white carriage came roaring down the stone road. Four black stallions, each with white colored hooves thundered their presence to the few who were awake and aware. Zelda started to stand up until one of the horses knocked her over to her side causing her to scrape her elbow. Zelda moaned as she sat herself up and clenched her arm. Although nothing broke the scratches on it still stung.

"Hey, are you alright?" asked Navi as she flew over and promptly began to heal the small abrasion.

"I'm well, slightly battered, but well..." assured Zelda as she turned toward the carriage as it halted right next to her.

"Why the bloody did you stop!?! It reeks of cuckoo manure and hay here," rumbled a voice in the carriage. A thin man with a long, slim clef beard holding the reigns in the front leaned down toward a small purple-curtained opening behind him.

"Sir, my highness, we have hit one of the residents of Hyrule," he replied attempting to keep his tone to a hush-hush level.

"Simon, you bloody dolt! Well is it a Nobleman or a Lady?"

"No sir..."

"WELL WHO BLOODY CARES! If it's just another flea-bagged peasant than good riddance! They should make a sport out of it to reduce the amount of disease and famine... although they do give enough pocket change every year..."

The driver sighed as he pulled off his peacock-feathered barrette. "But Sir, I sincerely advocate you apologize to the young lady. After all, you are a guest in this Kingdom and its best to make a good impression..."

"Oh fine! Open the bloody door and let's get this over with."

Simon crawled from his seat and walked over toward the side door's freshly polished brass handle. He brushed off his light lavender coat and cleared his throat while turning down toward Zelda. He takes a brief moment to pull out a flag and laid it over his arm like a flag pole. A white unicorn with a sword in its mouth was stood heel to heel while briskly standing to the side.

"That symbol..." muttered Zelda as she covered her ears from the blaring sound of trumpets (to this day, no one still knows where they came from).

"Presenting, the royal heir of the country of Magenta, Prince Façade II of Magenta!" The man opened the door revealing a blonde haired man. He was dressed in a light blue chest vest with gold trimmings on the edge and the seal of his family over his left breast. His white shirt puffed out at the openings while a giant violet-gemmed ring encircled his pinky. He turned his head down toward Zelda as if he was god of the world and kingdom. He takes a moment to sigh of boredom. His eyes slid up over at the heavens as if he had a phobia of the ground below.

"Forgive my driver's unskilled handling of my prized pedigree horses. Although I'm quite sure you are flattered at the one in a million chance of meeting royalty such as myself and... HEY WHY AREN'T YOU BOWING DOWN TO ME!?!" he shouted furiously as he stomped his foot on the ground. How he managed to see her without looking down was another mystery.

Zelda placed her hand to her cheek. "Bow down?" she mumbled in confusion.

"YES BOW DOWN! YOU KNOW, GET ON ALL FOURS LIKE YOU WERE ON ANOTHER ONE OF YOUR NIGHTS YOU CRIPPLED WHORE! NOW KNEEL BEFORE ME WHILE I'M APOLOGIZING TO YOU, DAMMIT!" he shouted as he jerked his finger to towards the stone floor.

Zelda sighed. Normally she wouldn't take this type of attitude. But the second someone actually recognizes her, its game over. It's best to get this over with and prevent the Prince from making too big of a scene. She crawled upon her knees and laid her hands in front of her face down while bowed her head. "Yes... your majesty..." she spoke.

The man nodded to her smartly as a few blonde locks fluttered a bit. "Now, before you so, (goddess-help-me), interrupted, I would like to express my humble apologies for you frightening my horses and causing them to nick you to the ground. Good day. Now excuse me, I must attend to a prompt bathing in the Hylian Springs for my afternoon date," he spoke as he flicked a lock of hair from his face. He walked back inside the carriage.

"The Princess will not be seeing you today, your ... highness. There was an attack at the castle Court and all scheduled appoints have been delayed." Zelda shouted while still kneeling down.

The man nodded his head. "I have indeed heard, but you see... those were normal appointments. Once the King of Hyrule's beautiful daughter takes one good look at I, there will be fireworks that rival even the kingdom of Masemune! Now, come-come Simon,"

With the driver already in position, Façade II walked through the door while Simon cracked the reigns that blew a cloud of dust in Zelda's face. The man sighed as he pulled out a mirror and began to examine his lips. "Ignorant peasants; for Din's sake, this carriage is almost twelve feet high. How can they possibly NOT see it? They probably pass on their seeds to their own brothers and sisters to get broken children. Luckily, my eyes will be healed once I gaze into the famous daughter of Hyrule. "

The driver stroked his beard as he turned toward the hole. "Well, to be honest your highness, that woman out there was quite attractive. Her skin seemed rather ravishing while her hair looked like pure silk; did you see her eyes, my highness?"

Façade gave a haughty laugh. "Oh Simon, you're such a... you're such an imprudent clown; imprudent, but quite comical. Poor people can't be pretty! That's only in faerie tales. I mean, most are either skinny little unchaste prostitutes with a black book the size from here to high heaven OR old smelly housewives with eight or more children because the only thing they can think of to do with their husbands is to be unchaste. Now faster Simon! I just adore the wind blowing my hair. It just makes me feel more... dashing!" he spoke as he opened the back window causing his well crafted haircut to float like a photo shoot.

"Yes, sir. May I have a request? May I go and... well... talk to her while you are attending your cleansing?"

Façade II gave a haughty laugh. "Why Simon, are you in love? Hah ha... go right ahead tiger. But I warn you... women that pretty and poor probably carry enough disease to make the Black Plague look like a common cold."

Back by the fountain...

Zelda and Navi watched as the carriage disappeared over the hill. Zelda clutched her stick as her face flushed into a bright red as she struggled to get back on her feet.

"Wow, what a dick," mumbled Navi as she scratched her arm.

Zelda placed all her weight on her walking stick as she got up from her kneeling position. "Indeed. That's the sad truth about Princes; there are some that are so spoiled that they won't wear the same outfit twice in their life; although, I can honestly say the same for some Princesses as well. Believe it or not, his nickname is "The White Knight"... but I believe that is due to him having a set of armor, sword and shield that is pure white. Of course, the armor was inherited by his father..."

"Zelda, what in Nayru's name caused you to choose this loser? Seriously, getting married to this guy will probably mean a lifetime of being trampled on."

Zelda started to walk down the street. "Father chose him for me. I never met the Prince of Magenta up until now, but father told me, that he had blonde hair like Link's except more golden, and unlike Link's training in the woods, Façade was trained by the 'His Lady of the Unicorn'... a special guild made up of some of the greatest knights the world has ever seen. Just a classical case of, 'you can do better than this'."

Navi sighed. Link was one of a kind. When first glanced at him, he did have a peculiar resemblance to Link but, the second he opened his mouth was where any similarity ended. But what an asshole! Then again, you could be the biggest asshole in the world if you ruled a country. Zelda picked up her stick and began to walk towards the Temple of Time. Navi scratched her head as a question popped up. "Zelda, why exactly do we have to go here for?"

Zelda walked over towards the door. "Last night, an hour after I woke up, I sent a telepathic message to someone." She placed her cane down on the ground and began to push against the oak door. A loud creek echoed throughout the room. A beam of light slipped through the opening. Its cast enlarged as the door widened. "I asked if they would come meet me here in this holy place. I need their help for the Pit of Heads."

Zelda raised her hand and point toward a large robed figure sitting on one of the benches by a candle.

"Girly, why the hell did you have to contact me at five in the morning?" spoke Barba as she scratched her crack. Her gigantic body was covered in a nice pink bath robe with little Jigglypuff prints on bottom edge. Her face was covered with green facial cream while a cucumber slice was held by a band like a pirate's eye patch.

Zelda walked over and sat by her. She felt almost like a little girl since Barba outweighed her by at least three hundred pounds. "Forgive me, but I thought that Barba of Diadra would perhaps be one of the first in the mornings to catch Trinity Poes."

"Pfff, its drinking night. By the way, you need some stronger alcohol here. It tastes watered down. I had to wolf down a whole keg to have some sort of buzz. Anyways, here's the stone you wanted." Barba pulled out a red stone. A single black stripe ran down the center of it. "Are you sure you want it? I got tons of them back at the inn. They make great stocking stuffers!"

Zelda turned up. "What? I would figure something like this... the ability to talk the dead would be..."

Barba laughed. "Worth something? Deary, trust me, I've had more returned than sold over the years. Hell, I'm afraid to use them myself."

Zelda almost dropped it. Her hands stuttered as she picked it up and held it in front of her by her fingers. Navi flew by it and began to zap a thin amount of magic on it. "Its not cursed or anything?" she asked as her tiny nose sniffed it.

"Listen you two... think good and think hard. Most people can't shut up for more than two minutes... imagine not being able to talk for years and years. Do you know what happens when you suddenly allow them to speak? They BITCH! They absolutely bitch about everything from how overrated it was to be beheaded or worse, how you won't look at them because they are decomposing right in front of you. Would either of you like to talk to your dead Mamas? Hmm?"

Zelda and Navi look at each other. "I'd rather not; besides my Mother would not know who I was considering she died during childbirth. It would probably be too painful for her or me to bear."

"The only time I contact my parents was for more money. Link is such a tightwad."

"Whatever, mosquito; anyways, girly, Barba's got to go back to bed to relive her precious hangover. 'yawn' At least you had the decency to pick a place next to the inn." Barba stood up. Navi shuddered as the woman walked by the two, revealing a set of legs that were so furry that you could knit a blanket.

Zelda flew towards the stone and picked it up. "So what's it called? It looks like a lava bit from a volcano."

Zelda picked it up. "Its not a stone to be honest... its actually an eye of a golem. That red color is just the blood that seeped when it was pulled from its retina... hmmm, interesting, we say the word blood a lot in this story, don't we?"

"No kidding, I mean, there isn't many words in the thesaurus to substitute for it. So this thing is just an eye?"

"Indeed. The Golem is one of the most intelligent monsters around but refuses to say a word. It is said that ripping out a Golem eye would be so painful that it causes it to scream. It has been proven that there is enough sensory in the eye which allows the dead to speak; most of the time, its used on Kings and Queens to clear up a record or two."

"Then why not use it on, Romano? He's the problem!"

"He's also a Poe. Because of that, that means there is no spirit to react to the Golem eye. Besides, I don't know what I will do if I come face to face with him."

Navi watched as Zelda walked toward the door, limping steadfast towards the back door of the great cathedral. The grand bronze bells rang at the ninth hour. She stood there frozen. The thought of walking to the Pit of Heads; the home where criminals enter and always come back with only the neck down intact; but sometimes, they don't leave at all. Lauretta was one of them. After the book, Star Crossed, became a critical masterpiece; people entered the Pit of Heads to pillage off her body in order to sell little trinkets to the historians. The Royal family was forced to put guards at the Pit in order to prevent anymore desecration; or at the very least to prevent crooks from getting any ideas on raiding the royal tombs.

Somewhere in Hyrule Castle...

Link stepped over toward a small area in the room. An old clay bowl of water sat right under a cracked mirror. Link leaned forward with his body over the bowl. He took a moment to inhale deep breaths. It was a morning technique he used to strengthen his lungs in preparation for the Water Temple. Now it has become a simple harmless habit. Link stared at himself as he leaned back and sat Indian style.

His head turned toward the woman as she lay on a bed of velvet, mismatched pillows. She asked him to sleep by her, but he declined. The only woman he will sleep with is Malon since she tends to fall asleep in the middle of reading him his weekly bedtime story. He still doesn't even know what happened to the prince who was blinded from rose thorns after falling from the tower. She looked so tired. She must've been up all night.

Link exhaled one last time before reaching at his bandage and began to unravel it. It healed pretty fast due to it being nothing more than a flesh wound, but it still bothered him.

"It's... too clean. Royal guards only carry spears." Goddess knows how many times he has been stabbed by a Moblin spear. The tip would cause the skin and muscle to tear and rip as its shoved and jerked back. "It looks more like a knife slash than anything else."

But that wasn't the only thing that bothered him. Every wound seemed symmetrical. It was all too perfect; they even healed at the same time. "Meaning they were delivered close to the same time."

Link clutched his head tightly. "I was ambushed... yes... as I ran down to Zelda to ask what the hell what was going on... each one attacked..." His fingers slipped down to his shoulders. But why does it all feel like a dream? He bleeds, but he can't remember exactly that certain feeling of another's soldier's weapon striking his body.

"It's not a dream, it was real. Maybe I can't remember, because in all, I wasn't there..." Link turned toward the mirror. "But you were, Romano... but if I weren't there... and you were there... how do I know that everyone there... is dead but Zelda possibly survived? Or maybe I'm guessing." He heaved as his thoughts seem to overwhelm him. He rubbed his hands vigorously pondering on whether to leave and see Zelda by himself or to wait for that woman to wake up and see what she says. He kept turning toward his left shoulder as if expecting Navi to come out and tell him her opinion. "Well... looks like I only got one other person to turn to..."

Link reached down and moved the clay bowl to the side. He reached up and moved one candle in front of him. "Not much of an alter, but it'll have to do." Link placed his left hand on the center of his chest with his right hand on top. He closed his eyes and began to think of what to say. He frowned, regretting all those times he slept through sermon. Hopefully the Mothers of all things won't mind. "Umm, listen, I know I don't talk to you every night before I sleep like I should. I'm a real heavy sleeper... ask Navi! She'll tell you! I even slept through a riot once and another time when... never mind... anyways, I have a request... will you help guide my heart in the right direction? I don't know why... but everything seems clear... but deep inside... cloudy... if that makes any sense. Sorry if this isn't formal enough. Just help me... please. I remember something... at least I think I do... I made a promise... but I can't remember to who... I promised to... protect someone... did I do it that woman in this room? To Malon? Ruto? Who? But I always wanted to protect everyone..."

A sudden breeze blew into the room, silencing the candle's flame. Link's eyes blinked twice. Did they listened... or was he shunned? Link sighed as he closed his eyes. "Thanks for the sign... whatever it means. Good or bad, I really appreciate it. "

"Please guide me, Mother; I wish I had been better to you three... especially you Farore for saving my butt that time or two."

"Please protect me, Mother; I want to die to save those I love... but I don't want to. Not yet. I don't know. Just stop Romano from hurting more soldiers."

"Please forgive me, Mother; I can still smell the scent of blood in my hair. I feel the crushed bone under my fingernails. I didn't mean to... just didn't... mean..."

Link reached for his sword that lay to the side. "I can't kill myself... I have to protect someone. I have to fulfill my promise... whoever it may be. Maybe, it was time for one last murder? Romano desires Zelda's death... why not give it to him? Stop him...."

To Be Continued...