When Zelda reached the gate again she took out her lyre. She played the Minuet of Forest, feeling angry at the happy notes and sweet rhythm.
After a moment of total weightlessness she was in the Lost Woods. She didn't need her disguise, she and the Forest Sage always kept each other's secrets. She looked around the circular clearing.
"Saria?"
For Din's sake, Zelda, let Gannon know you're here why don't you.
She walked to the giant tree stump that Saria usually sat on.
Saria wasn't in the Lost woods.
Zelda sat down and thought about what to do. Now she had no plan, no idea of where to go.
"Hello, Princess."
She whirled to her feet. She saw him and finally snapped. Everything went away, and she knew she could kill.
Gannon stepped forward, smirking.
"I'm very sorry, Princess. I heard you recently lost someone dear. I offer you my deepest sympathy."
He bowed mockingly and unsheathed his sword. Zelda ran at him with wild fury.
He caught her arm and flipped her to the ground. Pinning her, he lowered his face in front of hers.
"Don't worry, I wouldn't leave something like that to a mere demon. Of course I killed him personally."
Zelda would have spit had her mouth not been dry. She settled for insulting him.
"I hope Din burns your soul for eternity."
Gannon laughed, "Ah, but Princess, Din is on my side. Who," he put his face even closer to hers and whispered, "do you think gave me the power to kill him?"
Zelda stared at him, eyes wide with anger.
"You're disgusting."
Gannon laughed again. Zelda closed her eyes, she knew the sword was coming. But it didn't. When she felt weight lifting she opened her eyes again. The sword was pointed at her.
"Get up. You're of more use to me alive, dear Princess."
She rose slowly.
I had a chance to die the coward's way. Now I'll die a fool's death. Maybe I'll see Link again…
Gannon moved around her so the point of his sword was digging into her back.
He whispered in her ear, "Now, if you don't mind, there's someone waiting for us at the Spirit Temple."
Zelda pulled out her lyre and plucked at strings. She only hoped Gannon didn't know the Bolero of Fire.
