The next day, as Link was busy solving the puzzle of the Fire Temple, Zelda came to visit Meghan, in the form of Sheik.
"Meghan, I brought supplies." She put a basket of fresh fruits and vegetables on the table. She had a large jug of Lon Lon Ranch milk, and a jug of fresh spring water. "I hope it's enough for the week. It becomes harder and harder to find fresh fruits and vegetables, with all the poverty and fear."
"It's all right. I'll survive with whatever." Meghan said. She was lying on the bed, tossing a dagger up and down and catching it. Part of her wanted her to drop it and for it to fall right on her chest and through her heart, but part didn't.
"You're going to injure yourself, doing that." As Meghan tried to listen and toss it at the same time, she accidentally caught it by the blade and not the handle. She winced as it cut into her. She tossed it on the bed beside her and sat up. It began to drip. "I told you, those are sharp. Please don't do that." Zelda stared to walk to her.
"What the hell else am I supposed to do in this dump?" she asked. Zelda stopped where she was; her eyes open wide.
"Meghan, please, don't do that!"
"Why not!" Meghan yelled. She
"Meghan, soon it will be over! You'll be free soon! I promise!"
"How am I ever going to be free? You keep saying to wait, but it's going to be soon! That doesn't make sense!" She stood up and started to walk to the stairs.
"Please stop this!"
"Why should I? You have no control over me! I hate this life!" She began going up the steps.
"Meghan, please stop!" She ran and grabbed her arm. Meghan turned and looked back into red eyes, slowly tearing and watering. Those eyes were not Zelda's. She could not listen to them.
"You are not Zelda." She said quietly. She often said that, her way of telling Zelda to change back. Zelda let go and did.
"Does this please you?" She asked, fingering her green dress.
"Thank you Zelda." Meghan walked past her to sit on the table.
"No, thank you. Now, I promise. You come with me to the next temple I see Link. We'll let you go from there."
"Really?"
"Tomorrow. I should be able to hold off your…curse for enough to transfer you to his care."
Meghan started shaking. "Will it work?" she whispered.
"I believe so."
Yeah, yeah, yeah. So it's short. It's either that or nothing. Which do you prefer?
Oh, yeah, and Kat? I have serious writer's block with Magic…that's why it's taking so long.