Meghan sat up straight and leaned against the wall. She sat and thought about everything. All the pain, all inflicted by one person. How could one person cause so much? She looked over and saw her dagger on the floor. She didn't remember dropping it, but it was there. In the dirt.

She leaned over and took it. It still had that disgusting greenish tintedblood on it. It was so evil…such evilblood…

The dirt stuck to theblood, making it dirty and disgusting looking. She sighed, closed her eyes, and leaned her head back, twirling it in her hand. She opened her eyes and took her head covering from its spot tucked in her pants. She wiped theblood and dirt off before replacing it in her sheath.

She stood, rubbing her neck again, and walking forward hunched over, slowly making her way to where she lived.

In an old, abandoned house in the back alley She and Sheik had found a cellar. The house was collapsed in, but the doorway to the staircase of the cellar was untouched, leaving a place for Meghan to stay, not far from Ganon, but far enough. She really wanted to be even farther…but she knew she couldn't.

Yet why did it matter anymore? She had no life, the only one who ever talked to her was Zelda (Except for the despicable Poe Collector, who was flirted with her, and of course Ganon.)

She began to wonder why she even let herself live this long, as she made her way down the stairs like a drunk person, unbalanced and uncaring.

She held her hand up, making the smallest of flames with her magic. She hated using her magic, especially since it was evil. Every time she used it, a person would suffer. Not that she consciously cared anymore. It was just a habit not to use it.

She lit a torch on the wall of her small, underground home. There was not much there, just a bed, a bath, a small kitchen that barely passed as a kitchen, and a wardrobe for the few clothes she had.

Zelda had sealed this place for her, so Ganon could not enter, nor could he sense her energy leaking out from here. However, she was vulnerable anywhere outside it. And she couldn't stay there the whole day. And what if Ganon ever found this place?

Meghan pulled off her weapon, a dagger. One measly dagger was all she had carried with her today. She had more, another dagger that matched the one she had on her, a short sword, and a bow, but she never used them. She wasn't good at anything like that. She preferred using her fists. And even then, she wasn't strong at all.

She took off her gloves and threw them in a corner. She made her way to her table and found half a bottle of Lon Lon Ranch Milk. She had nothing really to eat around…but there was some fruit that was becoming mushy. She squished it in her hand, testing its firmness, checked it over, and then took a large bite out of it. It was like an apple, yet lightly different taste and smaller. It was very sweet from being overripe. However, she was starving and forced it down, taking it and the bottle with her to her bed.

Plopping down on the lumpy bed, she leaned against the wall. It was in the corner of the room. Right next to it was the table for the kitchen, with one measly chair. To the right of the table was her bathtub. Across from that in the room was where her clothes were, and then the stairs, and then a cupboard, filled with a few morsels of food. She stared ahead at nothing as she slowly ate the fruit.

If I go out to the field, I'm sure it will be far enough away from Ganon to die. Or I could just starve myself. Next time Sheik asks if I need more food, I'll just tell her that I have plenty from last time. There's no point in bothering Mister Hero anymore. I don't want to be free of my evil. It's fun, I don't feel guilt the way I did. Yes, there's no point for me.

Meghan threw the fruit on the floor, half eaten. She took a sip of the milk, which was starting to go bad from sitting out all day. She put the cork back in and set it on the dirt floor of her home. She pulled a worn blanket up to her face, lying down.

This is what I get…

Sheik waited for Link in the Sacred Forest Meadow, to teach him the Minuet of Forest. Once he came, Sheik did and then left. Link would be able to do the rest on his own.

Sheik returned to the abandoned Hyrule Castle Town, looking for Meghan.

He found her in her home, where else? She couldn't go very far. He opened the door to the stairway and quietly walked down them, and found her. She was sleeping on her side on the bed, breathing quietly.

"At least she can have some peace in her sleep, unlike me." Sheik was ever being plagued by dreams and nightmares, making her restless in his sleep.

He bent down to the floor, picking up random garbage. The place was a mess now; she never cleaned anymore. He threw the half eaten fruit in the garbage, along with some other things. After straightening out the house, Sheik looked back at the door. It was closed, obviously, as he had left it. Sheik sighed, and brought his hands in a position near his face. "Haa!"

Sheik was now Zelda. The elegant, yet tomboyish, princess made her short way to Meghan's bed. She sat on the side of it, pitying her younger sister.

"Meghan, I wish there was something I could do for you, but sadly I cannot. The only way to fix this is…"

"Mmm…Zelda…?"

"Yes, Meghan. It is I."

"What are you doing here?"

"Ensuring that you are all right."

"I'm fine, Zelda. I was fine a few minutes when you left, and I am fine now."

"It does not look like it." Meghan had turned over and sat up. Zelda reached out and touched her neck. Meghan felt some pain at the surface of her skin, not like internal pain she would have found from the choke. "He burned you."

"No."

"Take a look." Zelda said, gesturing towards the mirror. Meghan stood up and looked. A red mark upon her pale skin indicated where she had been choked. She gingerly touched it, and it somewhat itched.

"What is it?"

"Probably something to do with touching him. When he choked you, his skin was forced to touch yours. I have never touched him, so I would not know, but I would assume that his skin has an acid like effect on one who is not evil as he."

"Um, two things. One, how do you know he choked me, and two, I am evil, and how do you know this acid thing?"

"That was three."

"Go on."

"I know he choked you because that was the only thing that I could think would make that mark. Also I noticed you shed away slightly when I reached out; you lowered your chin a bit, trying to cover your neck, though not completely because I succeeded in touching it. No, you are not evil. You may seem evil; you may have evil in you even. But there is still good in you, I promise. And even that is enough to bring out the effects of the acid, which I know about because I do. And it is not acid, truly, but just evil that seeps out."

"Alright. Then…"

"Then what, may I ask?"

"I don't know." After a few moments of silence, Zelda's eyes saw her cupboard.

"Do you need more food? I can bring some if it is necessary." Meghan looked to the cupboard.

"Yes, Zelda. I do."

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