Chapter Eight
Mila exhaled deeply after she closed Link's door. She pressed her back against the wall next to it, and closed her eyes. A smile crept across her lips as her cheeks turned a slight red. The maid giggled like a schoolgirl on a crush and placed her palms to her cheeks.
'I'm serving the cutest man in all of Hyrule! I'm so lucky!' Mila thought to herself. She slid down against the wall and sat on the floor. Her eyes sparkled brightly as her cheeks became a deeper shade of red. The young girl sighed passionately to herself. "I think I'm in love..."
Zelda sat on her throne bored. A man in gold armor was standing before her. His blond hair had been combed neatly and kept back out of his face. Deep brown eyes gleamed at her as he spoke with courtesy. He is Sir Paul the Third, of the Knighthood. Sir Paul is one of Zelda's right hand men when she needs help or assistance.
"Your majesty, we have but four more weeks before the Harvest seasons begin. The cows are not producing, the crops are dying and the cold front is moving in fast. What do we do?" Sir Paul asked.
"We gather what we can. Have the farmers work extra hard to get their cows and crops to produce" Zelda told him.
"Yes, your majesty. But what about the cold fronts? It's barely even midsummer and the winds are a bit chillier than usual." Paul said.
"I know. We'll have to work against time. Ask if the Goron and Zora tribes will be willing to help. You are dismissed, Sir Paul" Zelda replied. Paul bowed.
"Yes, Mi' lady" he said, then walked out of the throne room.
Zelda looked out of the huge stone windows near by. She smiled at a particular small one. 'That was where I first met Link, there in the Castle Courtyard. I was so surprised to see him standing there...' The princess remembered.
Indeed the Castle courtyard was where Zelda first met Link seven years ago. He came up to her from behind while she was looking into the throne room, on her father and Ganondrof. Link was but a small boy of ten, as she was a small girl of ten. There they conspired against the soon-to-be Evil King. Only as soon as Link had gathered the three spiritual stones and placed them on the pedestal of Time, did things go wrong. Zelda and Impa barely escaped Ganon's grasp and hid away for seven years. Meanwhile, Link was in the Sacred Realm being protected till seven years afterwards. Then, he was awakened as a seventeen-year-old so he could free the sages. Only then could he defeat Ganondorf.
Zelda was drawn out of memory lane when she heard a small cough. The princess blinked and looked in front of her. Impa stood there, with a rather serious look on her face.
"Is something wrong, Impa?" Zelda asked rather sheepishly.
"Zelda, I would like to talk to you about Link." Impa spoke.
"Okay, what is there to talk about him?" A blush flushed her cheeks.
"Come, my princess. We have much to discuss." Impa waved her hand out for Zelda to follow. The princess stepped down from her throne and walked alongside her Shekian nurse.
"Whatever is the matter, my dear sweet guardian?" Zelda asked in a concerned tone.
"Princess, I have a concern for your safety. You know I would never allow something to hurt you" Impa spoke sternly.
"Yes. I thank you for your security" Zelda nodded her head.
"The day your father died, a few years ago, I made a vow to him- that I would never let anyone to hurt you." Impa paused. "I'm worried about you, Zelda. I fear something has changed about Link, and I just don't want him to hurt you. Princess... sigh, please don't grow too attached to him. He seems... dark." the warrior-woman spoke sadly.
"I know Impa, I can't grow attached to Link, he's not a prince, remember?" A pit grew inside Zelda's stomach as she said this. It was too late; Zelda's feelings for Link had grown too large since he came back.
Impa smiled. "Thank you Zelda. Please be careful around him. I have a bad feeling about him. He may be our Hero of Time, but, something just disturbs me."
"Okay. I'll be careful" Zelda half-smiled. Impa had led the princess down the hall, close to her bedroom.
"It is almost nighttime, dinner will be served in a few moments. See you then, Princess Zelda." Impa bowed before her and walked away. Zelda said a soft goodbye and sighed.
The princess walked into her room and looked into her mirror. She stared at her reflection... when an image started appearing. Slowly, it formed- a man with pale skin and silver hair, two blue marks formed on his cheeks as well as two red ones under his eyes. The image opened his eyes and smiled evilly at Zelda. The princess gasped and stepped away. Her heart beated faster as she stared into his deep black eyes. She could hear a snarling and cold laugh in her ears. Zelda closed her eyes and held her hands to her ears.
"Stop... please... go away!" the princess searched for something to grab and throw it at the man. She found a hairbrush and tossed it at the mirror. The glass shattered into pieces and fell to the floor.
The image was gone, as well as the laughter. Zelda tried catching her breath as she looked at the pieces. Each piece showed only her face. "What... was that?" the princess questioned aloud.
A knock came to the door. Zelda screamed and threw her stool at the door. The legs of the small chair broke off as the door opened, barely missing Impa. Zelda fell on her knees and began to cry. Impa ran in.
"Zelda! What happened? Are you okay?" Impa soothed.
"Mirror... a man..." Zelda cried. Impa hugged her close, motherly.
"Shh... it's okay... there's no one here." Impa said. Zelda cried softly on her shoulder. The Shekian looked over the broken shards all over the floor. She rubbed Zelda's back to calm her down.
Mila exhaled deeply after she closed Link's door. She pressed her back against the wall next to it, and closed her eyes. A smile crept across her lips as her cheeks turned a slight red. The maid giggled like a schoolgirl on a crush and placed her palms to her cheeks.
'I'm serving the cutest man in all of Hyrule! I'm so lucky!' Mila thought to herself. She slid down against the wall and sat on the floor. Her eyes sparkled brightly as her cheeks became a deeper shade of red. The young girl sighed passionately to herself. "I think I'm in love..."
Zelda sat on her throne bored. A man in gold armor was standing before her. His blond hair had been combed neatly and kept back out of his face. Deep brown eyes gleamed at her as he spoke with courtesy. He is Sir Paul the Third, of the Knighthood. Sir Paul is one of Zelda's right hand men when she needs help or assistance.
"Your majesty, we have but four more weeks before the Harvest seasons begin. The cows are not producing, the crops are dying and the cold front is moving in fast. What do we do?" Sir Paul asked.
"We gather what we can. Have the farmers work extra hard to get their cows and crops to produce" Zelda told him.
"Yes, your majesty. But what about the cold fronts? It's barely even midsummer and the winds are a bit chillier than usual." Paul said.
"I know. We'll have to work against time. Ask if the Goron and Zora tribes will be willing to help. You are dismissed, Sir Paul" Zelda replied. Paul bowed.
"Yes, Mi' lady" he said, then walked out of the throne room.
Zelda looked out of the huge stone windows near by. She smiled at a particular small one. 'That was where I first met Link, there in the Castle Courtyard. I was so surprised to see him standing there...' The princess remembered.
Indeed the Castle courtyard was where Zelda first met Link seven years ago. He came up to her from behind while she was looking into the throne room, on her father and Ganondrof. Link was but a small boy of ten, as she was a small girl of ten. There they conspired against the soon-to-be Evil King. Only as soon as Link had gathered the three spiritual stones and placed them on the pedestal of Time, did things go wrong. Zelda and Impa barely escaped Ganon's grasp and hid away for seven years. Meanwhile, Link was in the Sacred Realm being protected till seven years afterwards. Then, he was awakened as a seventeen-year-old so he could free the sages. Only then could he defeat Ganondorf.
Zelda was drawn out of memory lane when she heard a small cough. The princess blinked and looked in front of her. Impa stood there, with a rather serious look on her face.
"Is something wrong, Impa?" Zelda asked rather sheepishly.
"Zelda, I would like to talk to you about Link." Impa spoke.
"Okay, what is there to talk about him?" A blush flushed her cheeks.
"Come, my princess. We have much to discuss." Impa waved her hand out for Zelda to follow. The princess stepped down from her throne and walked alongside her Shekian nurse.
"Whatever is the matter, my dear sweet guardian?" Zelda asked in a concerned tone.
"Princess, I have a concern for your safety. You know I would never allow something to hurt you" Impa spoke sternly.
"Yes. I thank you for your security" Zelda nodded her head.
"The day your father died, a few years ago, I made a vow to him- that I would never let anyone to hurt you." Impa paused. "I'm worried about you, Zelda. I fear something has changed about Link, and I just don't want him to hurt you. Princess... sigh, please don't grow too attached to him. He seems... dark." the warrior-woman spoke sadly.
"I know Impa, I can't grow attached to Link, he's not a prince, remember?" A pit grew inside Zelda's stomach as she said this. It was too late; Zelda's feelings for Link had grown too large since he came back.
Impa smiled. "Thank you Zelda. Please be careful around him. I have a bad feeling about him. He may be our Hero of Time, but, something just disturbs me."
"Okay. I'll be careful" Zelda half-smiled. Impa had led the princess down the hall, close to her bedroom.
"It is almost nighttime, dinner will be served in a few moments. See you then, Princess Zelda." Impa bowed before her and walked away. Zelda said a soft goodbye and sighed.
The princess walked into her room and looked into her mirror. She stared at her reflection... when an image started appearing. Slowly, it formed- a man with pale skin and silver hair, two blue marks formed on his cheeks as well as two red ones under his eyes. The image opened his eyes and smiled evilly at Zelda. The princess gasped and stepped away. Her heart beated faster as she stared into his deep black eyes. She could hear a snarling and cold laugh in her ears. Zelda closed her eyes and held her hands to her ears.
"Stop... please... go away!" the princess searched for something to grab and throw it at the man. She found a hairbrush and tossed it at the mirror. The glass shattered into pieces and fell to the floor.
The image was gone, as well as the laughter. Zelda tried catching her breath as she looked at the pieces. Each piece showed only her face. "What... was that?" the princess questioned aloud.
A knock came to the door. Zelda screamed and threw her stool at the door. The legs of the small chair broke off as the door opened, barely missing Impa. Zelda fell on her knees and began to cry. Impa ran in.
"Zelda! What happened? Are you okay?" Impa soothed.
"Mirror... a man..." Zelda cried. Impa hugged her close, motherly.
"Shh... it's okay... there's no one here." Impa said. Zelda cried softly on her shoulder. The Shekian looked over the broken shards all over the floor. She rubbed Zelda's back to calm her down.