Two-zero, Five: Ordinary Hero

This chapter is dedicated to Sakura of the Ninjitsu. Sorry about the rough times. You deserve a Link hug. I hope you feel better soon, dude.

The rest of the week passed in a quiet blur. On Saturday morning, Link awoke and discovered that Zelda was nowhere to be found. Not in the "weight room", which was really a guest room that had a dusty bowflex stuck in it, not in the room the family was preparing for Shiek, not in her room, not in her closet or her bathroom, not in either of the girls' rooms, not hiding in the master bedroom, not in the parlor, which was only used for formal occasions and most usually was shut off from the rest of the house (Link doubted if Zelda had been in it twice), she wasn't hiding in the coat closet or the entertainment room or the kitchen or the good dining room (also rarely used), she wasn't anywhere in the basement, not hiding even in the dryer, and she wasn't in the attic.

Frustrated, the young man wandered out of the house, pulling his green Godzilla "I EAT N00BZ" hoodie tighter around him. It was an unusually cold day that February, especially in comparison to the relatively beautiful winter they'd been granted. Still, though, Link was determined to find Zelda, and he was sure she wasn't at a friend's- she always told someone before she left, or would write a note and stick it on the fridge or something, so that left one other place.

Sure enough, Link was right. He caught his first sight of her rounding the top of the hill-ish cliff-esque outcropping- she was down on the sand of the beach, lying on her back, spread eagled, staring at the sky. Her chest was heaving up and down as she breathed heavily, and, as he watched, unseen, she hauled herself to her feet once more, muscles straining and sleek with sweat underneath the tee and cotton shorts she wore. As he looked up from her, he saw the small, unusual, almost demented obstacle course she'd set up, presumably with junk pilfered from the garage and basement. And, from the looks of it, she'd been at it for several hours, if not all night.

He also saw the stop watch hanging from her neck, and he saw her take a runner's position, exhale, hit the "go" button on the stopwatch and begin to dash.

What happened next was amazing.

She wasn't fast but she was lithe, stealthy. He watched as she slipped, dashed, rolled, pivoted, and leapt in an odd figure eight through the deranged obstacle course. Thirty seconds later she was back where she'd started, lying spread eagle on the ground on the beach, breathing hard. Clapping, Link descended the steps to squat on the grainy sand next to her.

"Impressive," he told her, plopping down. Sweat beaded her neck and forehead and nose and dripped from her shoulders. Her shirt, a soft baby blue cotton, was soaked through. "What for?"

"I need to be in better shape."

"Why?"

"Because I need to be in better shape." She rolled over, sand sticking to her sweaty body, and grimaced. However, she said nothing, and remained there, cheek in the grainy earth, panting.

Link picked up a sand dollar that was resting half-buried in a dune. "Penny for your thoughts."

Her fingers closed around it. "Your birthday is next month, isn't it?"

It was a startling query, and so, of course, Link looked at Zelda as though she were positively insane. "Yes…."

"Twenty-eighth?"

"That's right…"

"What do you want for your birthday?"

A chilly wind blew around them. Zelda sighed with exhausted bliss as it hit her hot skin- Link pulled his hoodie tighter around him, shivering.

"A car." He chewed on the inside of his cheek as he stared at the sea, one hand clasped around his other wrist, arms looped around his knees.

"Not going to buy you one. What else?"

"I don't know. Get me some wall scrolls or a box of fireworks or illegal contraband like flash grenades or something."

Zelda cracked a grin. "Hah, flash grenades…" She propped herself up on her elbow, and Link was amused to note her cheek was covered in sand. "We could have fun with those. Say, Link, you aren't mad about Sheik moving in, are you?"

"Mmm? No. It would be nice to have another male in the household. You know, Dad's here and all but he's hardly home so the whole house is overrun by estrogen. Sheik seemed cool- I could use an ally. What about you?"

"He's going to be my brother." She rolled over again, spread eagled, staring at the clouded wintry sky. "But I don't mind. He's fun, and he knows when to back off."

"You don't think we'll get house-sick of him?"

"I doubt it."

They lapsed into silence, punctuated by the roar of the surf pounding against the beach. After a time, Link stood, dusting off the back of his pants, and offered a hand to Zelda. "Coming in?"

"Yeah." Weakly, she grabbed his hand, trying to heave herself to her feet. "I can't get up. Help me?"

"You shouldn't exhaust yourself so much," Link stated, easily swinging Zelda up to her feet and wrapping an arm around her waist to stabilize her as she stumbled, exhausted, towards the steps hewn into the cliff face. "Maybe one of these days you'll be too tired to move, and I won't be around, and then where will you be?"

"Floating out to sea," Zelda stated dreamily. "On the waves. The tide consumes and then recedes, and it would consume me and suck me under, to return me to the darkness that was once part of the world too."

"You've been reading that Atlantis book I got you a bit too much," Link stated, hoisting Zelda up a little more as she stumbled over another step. "And I think you're sick. You shouldn't exercise in the cold in practically nothing. It can make you really very sick, no joke."

"I'm not sick," she replied, yawning. "I'm just tired. You try a good old fashioned Sheikah obstacle course, see how you like it."

"Sheikah obstacle course? Are you sure you're feeling okay?"

"I'm sure." She leaned more heavily onto him as they walked down the slope. "Yeah, Audrey emailed me instructions on how to put one together. She got in contact with the tribe."

"Tribe? Are you talking about Mom's cult?"

"Nope. You're thinking of something else."

He exhaled, helping her up the steps, and turned to her on the porch, before the kitchen door. "Then what are you talking about?"

"The Sheikah are old, older than you can even begin to possibly imagine. See, they were originally a shadow people, indigenous to a certain island…" She plopped down on the railing of the porch. "The island flooded and the Sheikah, along with several others, were the only ones able to escape, and even then, there were few. They mingled with the people of the outside world, their blood became diluted… but they kept their ways as best they could. The tribe grew and grew, and disagreements happened. Branches split off, some forsaking the Sheikah way, others totally embracing it to the point of radical stupidity. And then each branch had sub branches. Your mom was probably part of a sub branch."

"And why should I believe you?"

"Because." Zelda yawned again, then grinned at Link. "You love me."

Link was sure he'd swallowed his own tongue and that it was currently sliding down his esophagus, judging from the sudden lump there and the inability to speak.

"Also because it ties in with all the other funny legends, and the supernatural occurrence of perfect triangles on the back of my left hand. See, Link, it makes perfect sense. You know where pirates come from?"

He was humoring her now, trying to detract from her all-too-true statement. "Where?"

"The same island. And you've heard of elves, right? They were from the island, too, as well as fairies and mermaids and zombies and ogres and leprechauns."

"I think you need to go inside now."

"It's true," Zelda continued blearily. "I can prove it to you with genetics. Elves are a form of mutated human, or perhaps humans are mutated elves. No, elves are mutated humans because the Gerudo Tribe didn't have pointed ears. But it was only ears, you know, some people have brown hair some people have blond. But Elvin ears were a recessive trait, and so when they began to produce offspring from normal humans, the pointy ear gene was lost."

"And what about leprechauns and ogres and mermaids and zombies and fairies?"

"Leprechauns are children that never grow up, originally lived in a maze-like forest. That's why they wear green, it was originally camouflage. Ogres are really just a kind, pacifistic form of rock dweller, indigenous, boulder-ish. Think Darmani, but very tan. Mermaids are a deviation from fish, an odd mutation that could walk on land and produce offspring with humankind. "

"And zombies?"

"The corpses of the dead who were slaughtered by the hand of the dark lord during the seven year war. Link, I'm tired, can we go inside?"

"Zelda, it still isn't much after eight in the morning. Did you sleep last night?" It would certainly explain a lot…

She shook her head. "No, I was out practicing in the dark."

"Why in the dark?"

"Because that's the way you do a Sheikah obstacle course. In the dark. The Sheikah were shadow dwellers. Don't believe me, ask your mom."

"I think you need to go to bed now. Zelda? Zelda…"

She'd passed out on his shoulder.

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"I pulled a stupid," she told her mirror quite matter-of-factly. "I pulled a very stupid."

But really, could anyone blame her? It wasn't like she'd been TRYING to pass out on the beach. She'd just… worked too hard. Honestly, she hadn't even realized that she'd worked through the night until the sun rose, and even then, she'd told herself, just a while longer, just a while longer, but just a while longer had been a wee bit too long.

"Stupid."

Impa swept in at that moment, and smiled at her keep, before sitting down next to her atop Zelda's rumpled bed.

"What was your final time on the obstacle course?"

"Three twenty-five," Zelda recited blankly. "Wait. You know about the obstacle course?"

"I was a member of the Sheikah tribe for quite a while after all, you know. Now the question that remains: why might you set up an obstacle course? And, moreover, how would you even hear about one?"

"Uhhh…."

"I think I know the answer, though."

"Uhhhh… I'm not sure I know what you're…"

"Your hand, dear," Impa sighed in exasperation. Zelda very nearly fell off the edge of the bed. "No need to play dumb," added the Sheikah woman as Zelda fumbled for words. "Though my mother might have split from the cult, she did tell me stories, pass down some of the traditions… such as the obstacle course, for example.

"But... but… but…"

"I assume," Impa cut Zelda off, "that Shiek also bears the same mark?"

"Yeah, but… how would you know that? How would you even be able to guess that?"

The white-haired woman raised an eyebrow, making a quirky expression at Zelda.

"I would think that it would be glaringly, painfully obvious to anyone educated in the Lore, which I assume you are?"

"Ummm…"

"Zelda?"

"I'm sorry," she blurted. "But this is all just terribly confusing."

Now Impa just looked confused. Zelda decided to continue. "I mean, I thought that the only ones who knew any of the tales were the descendants of the r…" She clamped her mouth shut before she could say anything more, something probably incredibly stupid.

"Your mother died in childbirth, did she not?"

Zelda nodded, mute.

"I see. Things make sense, then. Did you only have the journal and the triforce to go off of?"

"Well… yeah…"

"Of course, of course. I should have understood sooner." Impa stood up, clapping her hands. "In that case, we have no choice."

"No what?"

"We'll begin your education when Shiek arrives. After all, it's part of his heritage as well."

"What?"

"Why, I'm going to teach you everything you need to know."

"I… you… what?"

Impa sighed, shaking her head, and knelt in front of Zelda, looking into the girl's eyes.

"I'm going to tell you, as my duty to my ancestors, honored tradition, and the Sheikah way dictate, everything that you must know. If you could accept the goddess' gift to you, you can accept that I am not who you've thought me to be for so long. Not wholly, at any rate. I'm going to teach you your history and heritage, as well as what to expect and what your abilities may be. As a descendant of the royal guard, it's my job. Can you accept this, Zelda?"

She gave a weak meep and a miniscule nod. For all that Impa's words had been gentle, they had also been forceful. Obey.

"Good," Impa said, sitting back, satisfied. "I might as well call your aunt and inform her that I'll be taking over your studies." The woman made to leave, only to find herself stopped by a small chirp from her new pupil.

"Impa?"

"Yes?"

"Is Link going to bear the Triforce of Courage?"

The older woman sighed.

"I don't know, Zelda. I pray not."

She couldn't help asking. "Why not?"

"It's a heavy burden to carry any portion of the Triforce. As it is, you only have half a segment of the triforce of wisdom. Sheik, your counterpart, carries the other half. But as the Hero of Time only existed on one time stream, it's a difficult burden to carry. Many of the men who have held Courage suffered difficult fates. There's a legend, though, that my people formulated in an attempt to explain the unhappy curse upon the triforce of courage."

"Which is?"

Impa came and sat back down next to Zelda, smoothing her pleated purple skirt out around her. "And he shalt bear an eternity of suffering and solitude upon his back until it shall consume him, for the horrors seen in one lifetime will last him through many of the next until one of suitable fortitude shalt wash away his pains, and in the washing both shall be consumed by holy flames. It's a Sheikian Prophecy, out of a book rather considered our bible."

"Explain that to me in plain English, please?"

"In essence, the Hero of Time was a wanderer. He wound his way through many lands and times, fighting for all that was good. Yet to triumph, he saw many horrors that we can't even begin to imagine. The line of the hero will continue on, but only because it must continue on. After that, the interpreters think that courage and wisdom will fight together to vanquish power once and for all, and when their labors are completed, their burdens will wash away and they'll go to the sacred realm."

"Like heaven?"

"Kind of."

"But what's the bit about holy flames?"

Impa shrugged one shoulder. "Nobody is quite sure. I believe the magic of the goddesses was supposed to look something like fire, to an extent."

"So it's the goddesses calling them to the sacred realm."

"In essence, yes, I do believe so."

Zelda sat for a while, thinking over what Impa had said.

"So, once I or whoever it is defeats whoever else it is that holds the triforce of power, I'll die?"

"No. You'll be granted everlasting life and peace," Impa stated simply. "It just… won't be here. You'll be happy, though."

"Which basically means I'm going to vanish and go to the spiritual realm."

Impa sighed briefly, and then nodded. "As will the seven sages. But it's all been accommodated for, planned out. You have to realize that this is a great big diving chessboard and there's bigger things happening here than the individual."

Zelda nodded sulkily. "I understand. I'm just a tool."

"No," Impa stated firmly. "You are the descendant of an Elvin queen mightier than the likes of anyone has known since the flood. In a sort of sense, you are the queen, reincarnated, and to be reincarnated until your task is complete. You are important, Zelda. You are the spirit of something untouchable and unreachable and utterly divine. Don't think for one second that you're just a pawn. In essence, you are the messiah."

"I'd rather be normal." Zelda flopped over into her pillow and Impa stood.

"I'm sure that's what the Queen said, too, so long ago." And Impa was gone.

Zelda stayed how she was for a long time, and then sat up, leaning back against her pillows.

"I'm sure that's what the Queen said, too, so long ago."

"Yeah," Zelda snorted in reply. "Right after the Hero of Time ditched her. I don't want a legacy. I just want to be me. To be Zelda."

But at that moment, normal was such an absurd and intangible idea that Zelda didn't know how to define it or where to start and so, sulking, she flopped back down into her bed and fell into a fitful sleep.

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Towards evening, Zelda finally hauled her sorry self out of bed, glancing around her room at the few flowers remaining from the previous week- most had died already, and Zelda had started her very own compost heap. Sort of. Did lots and lots of dead roses count as compost?

Whatever. Zelda pulled herself off of the bed, disrupting Valoo, who had been sleeping on her stomach, and took two whiffs of herself, then grimaced. Disgusting.

Yawning, she stumbled to the bathroom, and turned the shower on, stripping down. She stepped into the warm spray, allowing it to soak her through, rinsing off the exhaustion and sweat of the previous strenuous night.

Fifteen luxurious minutes later, Zelda stepped out, awake and rejuvenated. She wrapped a fluffy pink towel around herself and then padded back into her room, in search of proper performance clothes for the upcoming night. The band was planning on having it be one of their larger performances- with the rising number of people in the crowd, Mikau felt it would be necessary to put on a big show tonight, to reward the fans and to draw new ones. Zelda agreed.

After rummaging through her disorganized closet for a while, Zelda thought she'd found what she wanted. A pair of shin-high black velvet stiletto go-go boots, a black skirt with a shredded handkerchief hemline, and a black, red, and white spaghetti strap top from hot topic that looked like a corset, laces and all. To top off the look, Zelda tied a sparkly red sequined cloth around her hair, which she left down in mild ringlets, and put in large silver hoop earrings and a touch of makeup.

"Hells yeah," she said to her reflection, twirling once and causing the skirt to float. "I look like a pirate!" She twirled again, alarmingly agile and surefooted in the killer stilettos, and grabbed her bass, then clicked out of her room and down the stairs, dropping her bass carefully at the back door in the kitchen.

"Well aren't you dressed to kill." Link, of course.

"Thank you. We're having a big gig tonight. Unleashing a lot of new songs on the innocent masses, announcing the date of our CD release…"

They'd been using some software Darmani's older brother had been able to acquire to record their first album, and were getting Cremia (who was astoundingly deft with digital music manipulation) to make it sound high-quality. It looked as though it would be complete within another two weeks.

"You eating dinner here tonight?"

"Nope. Mal, Lu, and Cremia are gong to bring us Quizno's. We're going to eat after we set up."

"You going to be able to set up in those boots?"

Zelda followed Link's blue gaze down to her killer four-inch heels, and grinned.

"I've broken into a sprint in these before. It's not an issue."

He whistled, shaking his head. "Wild woman. So while we wait for Malon to come by, can we talk?"

"Sure." Zelda watched, bemused, as Link pulled a chair from the table and whirled it around, plopping down into it wrong-side front and resting his arms on the wooden back.

"So."

"So." Zelda pulled out a chair for herself and sat down, crossing her legs at the knees and idly flicking some dust off of her black boots. There was silence. Link cleared his throat.

"How do you feel about Sheik moving in with us?"

She didn't bat an eye. Shrugging one pale shoulder delicately, she sighed. "I'm fine with it. Slightly apprehensive, nervous he'll blow something up at school… did you know he's a pyromaniac?"

Link let out a surprised laugh. "No, I didn't know that. Should've guessed, though. He's got red eyes like Dilandau."

"Dilandau?"

"Eh." This time, it was Link's turn to shrug. "Pyromaniac sex-changed albino antagonist in an anime I like, obsessed with burning things."

"Was the director or whatever on crack?"

"Nah. It is cheaper than actual anime itself, though, and less addictive."

Zelda snorted. "You're weird, boy."

"I try." Cheeky grin. Link tapped his fingers on the table, staring at a point somewhere between Zelda's left ear and her shoulder. "Hey Zellie?"

"Yeah?"

Silence. Then he began again.

"You know, Prom's coming up in early April, and I was just wondering…"

Zelda's heart rate sped up two notches. "Yes, Link?"

"Well, it's junior and seniors only, and…"

Zelda held her breath.

"Are you going to go?"

Whoosh.

"I don't know. Maybe. If some of my friends go, yeah. Why?"

Link shrugged. "None of my friends are going. They think it's a waste of money on the tux and the tickets, and I agree. But I've already got all those tuxes your dad bought me for the wedding, and I'm trying to figure out whether or not I'm going to put in an appearance."

"Hmmm." Zelda chewed thoughtfully on her lip, watching Link's back as he went to get water. "Well, you've got until early April to decide, right?"

"Not really." Link turned on the sink and raised his voice to be heard over the sound of the water. "See, when they start selling tickets, they're cheap, but that's on the second week in March, just before spring break. After spring break, the tickets are incremented by about five bucks a week, until either Prom or they're sold out, and I refuse to buy expensive tickets."

"Mm. Do you have anyone you want to take to prom? You know, a date?" Her smile was coy, a one-sided smirk, following Link as he plopped back down at the table and threw his head back, downing his icy water.

He eyed her over the rim of his glass, gulped, and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. "Maybe I do, maybe I don't," he stated, shaking his head and causing his shaggy wheat hair to whirl around him, minute silver hoop earrings glinting in the light. "You'll just have to find out for yourself, Princess."

"Does that mean I get to beat it out of you?"

"No." He finished his glass of water and Zelda pouted, grabbing it and spinning it around.

"You spoil my fun, Mr. Hero."

"Of course I do." He patted Zelda's head, and then turned, facing the back door. "Malon's here."

Zelda furrowed her brows. "Huh? Listen, how would you know if Malon is here?"

Knock knock. "Zelda?"

Link gave another of his infamous smirks. "I have an acute sense of hearing."

"Come in, Malon," Zelda called over her shoulder, and then, standing up from the table, "you're coming tonight, right?" She grabbed Link's hand and squeezed his fingers slightly as she spoke, then dropped his hand as Malon walked in the door.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world. Have fun tonight, Princess."

"Of course I will. You too," Zelda replied, bopping him on the head and picking up her guitar in its gig bad. Then, to Malon, "you're early."

"Yeah, well I have to get you bums dinner so I figured I'd pick you up early so you could get there early, so that I could go get your food before a whole bunch of people go in."

"Gotcha. Bye Link," she called over her shoulder as he left. His goodbye followed her out, and, smiling slightly, Zelda walked with Malon down the porch steps and down the gravel-clad incline to Malon's black hummer.

"What's all that Princess business? Is that, like, his cutesy pet name for you?"

"Nicknames, very sarcastic," Zelda stated as she deposited her bass in Malon's trunk, and then pulled herself into the back seat, coming nearly nose to nose with Cremia. Zelda stopped for a moment, taken aback by the girl looking her levelly in the eyes. Sometimes Cremia's bright blue gaze was nothing short of unnerving. "Um, hi."

"Hi."

"Cream's decided that she's a vampire. Right, Creamy?"

"Correct. What's this I hear about you being a princess?"

"Um, ahahah." Zelda gave a nervous laugh despite herself. Oh, if only Cremia knew. "Link being a smartass."

"A hot smartass," Cremia corrected.

"Yeah. That too."

Zelda's spidey-sense told her that tonight would be a long, long night.

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She'd been right- the night had been long, the performance had been long. It was their last song, a new song, and Zelda was singing it. Mikau nodded at him- he was obviously tired. His shaggy hair hung into his eyes, dripping with sweat.

"Hey guys," she said, stepping up to the mike. "I hope you've enjoyed the concert." A resonating cheer sounded through The Phantom's Lair. Apparently, the crowd was not as tired as the band. "Cool. This is our last song to the night, it's called Hero. I'm sure you've all heard it before- it's a cover of Foo Fighters. Anyway, we decided to each dedicate this song to someone important to us." She stepped back and nodded at Darmani. He pulled the mike next to his drum up to his face and stood up, looking out into the crowd.

"I'm dedicating this song to my cousin, Darunia. He's an awesome dude, really powerful. Darunia keeps me going when I'm down. Darunia, this one's for you."

Clap, cheer.

Mikau: "I'm dedicating this song in the memory of my cousin, Carth. Carth was always a great role model to me, and even though he's gone, his memory lives on. Wherever you are, Carth, I just want you to know, I'm still thinking of you man."

Clap, cheer. A few girls wiped their eyes.

Zelda took a deep breath, stepping up.

"And I'd like to dedicate this song to my best friend," she smiled a little, "Link. Link, you may be an absolute jerk at times, but you've been my guardian angel and saved me from countless messes. So thank you, Link, for being there, even if I throw things at you when I have a bad day."

She stepped back and smiled nervously, inhaling and looking at Darmani. He began the riff, and the last song of the night began.

Too alarming now to talk about
Take your pictures down and shake it out
Truth or consequence, say it aloud
Use that evidence, race it around

There goes my hero
Watch him as he goes
There goes my hero
He's ordinary

Don't the best of them bleed it out
While the rest of them peter out
Truth or consequence, say it aloud
Use that evidence, race it around

There goes my hero
Watch him as he goes
There goes my hero
He's ordinary

Kudos my hero leaving all the best
You know my hero, the one that's on

There goes my hero
Watch him as he goes
There goes my hero
He's ordinary

Link agreed to go home with Zelda that night, to help the exhausted young woman stay awake on the long ride home in the back of Malon's large hummer. He slipped his arm around the shoulders of his tired friend and she fell against his chest, soothed by the sound of his steady heartbeat and soft breathing. It was quiet in the car; Malon showed no signs of weariness and Lulu was sitting shotgun, conversing softly over the sound of the weak late night radio talk and occasional music coming from the stereo. Cremia was curled up in the middle section of seats, presumably sleeping, her red rimmed glasses hanging almost halfway off her nose.

"Did you like the show?" she murmured it quietly into the soft fabric of Link's shirt- he had a unique scent, calming, soapy and clean and warm; it reminded her of the surf during summer.

"I did," he replied, his voice gentle ocean waves washing through her soul. "I liked your dedication to me, too."

"Heh." Zelda yawned, curling up more securely on her dearest friend in the world, and then looked up at him with sleep-bleary eyes. "I was the one who wanted to cover the song in the first place. It was for you, you know. Or, anyway, it was written about you."

"Too bad I don't personally know any of the Foo Fighters." His voice was laced with humor.

Zelda wearily waved a hand. "That's not important. You know, something great can be created with a specific recipient, but in the creation process, something changes. I think that there's something important somewhere that fits every last person like a glove, makes them special. And that song was written for you, whether the songwriter realized it or not. It's about you, Mr. Ordinary Hero."

"Ordinary, huh?"

She nodded, plainly half-asleep. "Uh huh. Say, Link," she yawned, "since you were thinking about Prom and all earlier…"

He raised an eyebrow. "I was?"

"Yup." Nod. "Remember? Before I left? Anyway, I was thinking. Since you want to go, kind of, we should go together. You know, as friends. We can pretend to be dates, get corsages and be all geeky, just to screw with people's heads. Wouldn't that be fun?"

"Yes, Zelda, it would." Tenderly, he brushed a strand of hair from her face. "But you're tired. Nap on me, okay? I'll wake you up when we get home, and then you and I can talk about it in the morning. Sound good?"

Zelda yawned big, reminding Link rather of Valoo. "Sounds good." Two seconds later she was out and Link was lulled into a state of utter content as the young woman curled up against him slept.

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Sunday, April 24, 2005

A/N: sings happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me! Actually, not for another three days or so, however, my family party is today and I am EXCITED!

…ahem…

So we all have this incredibly woot chapter in which I worked in an absolutely fabulous song, Ordinary Hero by the Foo Fighters. Love it, love it. If you haven't heard it before, shame on you. So you need to go listen to it. Right now. Download it or poke me and I'll send it to you, as it's perfect for Link and Zelda, and, in addition, ties in the theme of an "ordinary story" quite well. Haha.

Good chapter if I do say so myself, shocks with Impa and some cute fluffy scenes. For those of you who want me to put Link and Zelda together, wait a bit mmkay? I swear, when they DO finally hook up it will be well worth the wait. Besides, do you not like humiliation and dancing around feelings and so on and so forth? I do. Mwahahahaha.

Anyway, review as always, and don't forget I LOVE YOU GUYS!

See you next Wednesday,

Lyxie