Chapter 5
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Legend of Zelda- the people in Nintendo do, the lucky people.
At breakfast the next day, Jonah gave Zelda horrific news: they were at war with Termania.
"But why?" Zelda asked. "We've always had wonderful relations with this country and have always been at peace."
Jonah shook his head. "I've received word from reliable sources that Termania plans to gather support from other neibouring countries- except Sytania, and engage in invading our prosperous country. Jealousy, that's all I have to say."
Zelda stared at her water cup in disbelief. This cannot be coming to a reality- a country wants to invade Hyrule? This cannot be.
Zelda glared at Jonah. "And who are these so-called 'reliable sources'? If your talking about your local nobility who live near the border, they probably want more attention and support in court." She threw down her napkin and stormed out of the dining room, without a glance back to her husband.
Even when she heard him calling her to come back, she kept walking, until she reached her son's room. She opened the door, and closed it to face Derek's nurses.
Zelda ordered them out of the room and locked the door behind them. She turned to face her son. He was sitting on the floor, surrounded by his stuffed toys.
Zelda sat down and beckoned Derek to come to her chair. She smoothed Derek's hair from his deep blue eyes. He looked up at her with a curious look that Zelda swore was his father's look.
"Are you all right Mama?" Derek asked, hugging her around the stomach. "You don't look happy. Did I do something wrong?"
Zelda laughed and picked her son up so that he could sit on her lap. "No silly, you have done nothing wrong. Mama just heard something terrible and she has to see if it can be fixed."
"Can I help?" Derek asked. He gave Zelda the "innocent-eyed" look.
Zelda laughed and tickled her son. "Sorry sweetie, but this is something that only a grown-up can fix."
Derek laughed. "OK Mama," he said. Then he hopped down from Zelda's lap and went back to playing with his toys.
Zelda lent back in her chair and looked around at her surroundings. Her son's rooms were around the same size as her own set of rooms. Instead of her lilac and pale blue painted walls, Derek's walls were painted in pale green and yellow. His large four-poster bed was placed opposite the big window that showed Hyrule Field and in the distance, Lon Lon Ranch. There were shelves, after shelves of toys and books.
Zelda spotted "Hyrullian Heroes and their Lives". "Derek," she said, picking up the book. "What did the sandman look like? The one who gave you this book?"
Derek looked up. "He was in a long, black cloak and I never saw what his face looked like." He picked up a stuffed red horse and held it up to Zelda. "He told me that I was to be a good boy to you and that you can have this."
Zelda took the toy and brushed its white mane out of its face. The horse had a white diamond on its forehead and socks on all four of its legs. Zelda frowned, why was this horse so familiar? The only other red horse she knew was-
Zelda's eyes widened. Why did this so-called "sandman" want to give her a horse in the same markings as Epona? Unless…
"I have to go now sweetie," Zelda told her son as she made her way to the door. "See you tonight."
"Bye Mama!" said Derek, as he built a stuffed toy pyramid.
Zelda walked to her rooms, checking corners every so often. When she had reached her own rooms, she quickly unlocked the door, entered and locked the door again.
She stared at the toy in her hand. Whoever this person was, Zelda needed to know how he/she knew her so well.
She placed the toy in the chest at the end of her bed, where she kept anything that Link had given her or had reminded her of Link.
Just as she was about to sit down at her desk for her nightly Journal Writing, Zelda felt a huge stab of pain in her abdomen. The pain was so powerful, she felt herself almost fainting from it.
Another wave of pain came again, this time, slightly worse.
What is going on? Zelda thought as she slowly crawled towards the door. It's too early for the baby to come…
She used the break between the pains to unlock the door and crawl out of her rooms. A nearby servant saw her and ran over.
"Are you alright your Majesty?" he asked helping Zelda to her feet.
"No…" Zelda gasped as she struggled through another contraction. "I need… healer…baby…"
"Yes, yes. Right away your Majesty," the servant said as he helped her down the hall towards the only female healer in the palace.
The healer laid down Zelda on to the small cot used for healings and told her to breathe slowly and calmly each time a contraction came.
"You're going to have to push each time a contraction comes your Majesty," the healer said as she grabbed bandages and hot water for the birth.
Zelda groaned as another wave of pain came again, it passed as quickly as it came. Then another. Then another.
"Come on Majesty," the healer said as she sat in front of Zelda. "You can do it. Jut keep breathing…"
At last, it was over. Zelda breathed a sigh of relief as the healer cleaned the baby.
The healer paused as she was cleaning the baby's face. She brought her face close to its chest and a look of shock came over her face.
"What is it?" Zelda asked, concerned of what was wrong. "Is there something wrong?"
The healer looked at Zelda with pain in her eyes. "I'm sorry your Majesty, but your baby girl is dead. Stillborn."
The healer wrapped the baby in a cloth and brought the limp form to Zelda, whose heart was breaking.
Zelda stared at the little dead baby in her arms. "I was going to call it Adalia if it was a girl," she sobbed. "She looks like she is sleeping, doesn't she?"
The healer wiped her eyes with a bandage. "Please your Majesty, you have to inform the King at once."
Zelda absently nodded as she continued to stare at her dead daughter. She held the baby out to the healer. "I will prepare funeral preparations for Adalia I."
The healer took the baby and began to wrap it in bandages. "Do you need help in getting back to your rooms? I will have one of my apprentices help you."
Zelda shook her head. "No thank you," she said as she changed out of her sweat soaked gown and into a simple cotton dress. "I just need to be alone."
(A.N. I had to do it. Poor Zelda, losing her baby. Oh well, I have some good stuff coming up, so that you guys won't hate me for killing off Adalia.)