Thirty Four: The "it" hits the fan
Link didn't know why Sheik, Zelda, and Impa all had drawn faces on the ride home the next morning, and in truth, he didn't really want to find out. Haft had been oblivious to the tense air, and Jayda was much the same. Saria, however, seemed to have picked up on the mood quick, and, when Link had last seen her as she crawled into Haft's yellow wrangler jeep, had been sulking.
Whatever, he said to himself from where he was sitting shotgun. At least they weren't stuck at that weird house anymore.
Though Link, in the front seat, was happy to be leaving the house, Zelda was miserable. Not that she didn't want to go back to the Tudor's, it was just the meaning of her abrupt departure, the shock. Her pain, though, was well disguised by a well-concealed veil of tears and despair. Impa had said it wouldn't be a thing to worry about, and if Impa could get to Hyrule, Zelda wouldn't be worried, but as it was, Zelda was having difficulties just getting herself there, and she had no idea how she might even go about dragging Sheik there. She would, she decided, take Sheik there- Hyrule was as much his land as it was hers. After all, Sheik was the missing Link.
Ha, that one was almost funny. Sheik, Link. Hah. Sometimes, Zelda really did crack herself up.
Even Sheik seemed to have been "yoinked" from his usual out-of-body experience- gone was the amused, detached bystander in the middle of the action, and in his place was a worried young man, blood red eyes hooded, turned inward as he thought. Zelda would have given a million rupees (was that a lot?) right then to know what was going on inside his head, but as rupees were hard to come by unless one happened to be in Pakistan or Hyrule (and Zelda was thinking of Hyrulian rupees, not the little paper bills), she probably wouldn't have had a million to wager anyhow.
All these disjointed thoughts were rushing around inside her head as the three occupants of the car stared out of the window (Link), inward, despite the focus on the back of Link's head (Sheik), and past upholstery and concrete to the bottom of the seas (Zelda). It didn't help that the glorious weather of yesterday had insisted on remaining, causing quite the contrast to Zelda and Sheik's dark moods as they glowered at the insensitive, perky sky.
Zelda didn't know how she was going to get by. She didn't know how she was going to keep going, didn't know how she was going to continue forward. Of course, she would plant one foot in front of the other and follow her path forward as best she could, but what if she fell? What if she was stricken down and couldn't move forward? What if she was trod upon by her enemies?
What if she died? Or what if worse happened- she lived on in a state of agony, a vessel, a husk, a slave to do the dark lord's bidding, unable to act, unable to fight?
No. She would fight.
Suddenly, Sheik turned his ruby eyes on her and smiled. And though no words were spoken, Zelda felt instantly better. She could just hear his words in her head- serious, yet so obviously Sheik-ish that it was all Zelda could do to not let all her pain wash away.
Cheer up. Things will be alright. We'll be three and he'll be one, and we've got the goddesses and reality TV on our side. How could we possibly lose? Don't worry. I'll look out for you, I promise.
"Thank you," Zelda mouthed, not that she would have been able to talk anyhow- there was an awfully large aching lump in her throat, and though her brother-brother?'s comfort had helped to loosen the knot, it was still there, still keeping her from using her voice.
I need to go buy myself a shirt, Zelda thought. A really awesome shirt that says "this sucks". And I can wear it whenever I get bad news so that I don't have to complain. And then, inwardly, Zelda sighed. Typical me, thinking about shopping when the fate of the whole world is at stake. Typical, Zel. Real typical. …I wonder if I could get a pair of Chuck Taylors, too?
Somehow feeling quite a bit better, Zelda spent the rest of the ride feeling not-so-gloomy. After all, they had six months, by Aileen's estimation. Lots could happen in six months. Especially, Zelda thought, when you could make a loop in the time space continuum and stop the flow of things while you went to stretch out every spare moment as much as you could. Who knew? This might even wind up being fun.
In an unusual display of Sheikishness, Zelda inwardly cackled.
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Things were less tense that night, and also the next day. Impa warmed to Sheik immediately, despite the clunks and bumps that followed him wherever he went, and the explosions that came from his room every once in a while. Zelda had the feeling that once Sheik became more comfortable, particularly noisy explosions would be much more frequent.
And so it came to pass that, by the time Haft and the girls were back from their little side trip, Sheik had settled in quite nicely- his futon couch had already moved around in the room three or four times, and slowly and surely, Sheik had been collecting more furniture. Such as the three large chandeliers rigged to hang from the ceiling and the wind chimes dangling precariously from one of the overhead fan blades, the teetering pile of comic books and graphic novels cluttering up the plain wooden desk, and the bicycle chair that had taken up a corner. Sheik's most astounding find, however, came on Saturday, when there was a bizarre huffing and puffing up the stairs.
Sheik was unusually strong as it was- Zelda wasn't sure why, probably something to do with the actual original Sheik and his incredible strength, and with his bizarre ingenuity, a strange sort of pulley system had been rigged up the staircase that made Sheik's random addition of furniture usually not a problem- there was something different about today, though. Deciding she didn't want to know, Zelda remained in her room with a very startled looking Jayda, and resumed explaining the finer details of how not to offend stuffy millionaires or brutal teachers, whichever Jayda felt that she needed to apply this particular "high society" skill to.
After a while, the puffing stopped, and was instead followed by clunking form Sheik's room. Zelda shrugged it off- normal. Jayda, on the other hand, didn't, as she was downright terrified of Sheik.
"That guy's weird," she stated in her little-girl voice, making a face.
"Yes he is," Zelda agreed, but then she turned to Jayda, smiling. "And that's why we have to love him. It's weird people like him that keep the world from getting boring."
"Is he living with us for as long as you are?"
"He is." Zelda nodded, and then shrugged. "Sheik is very solitary, though. You probably won't have to deal with him too much, and I'm sure you'll get used to him in time. After all, you got used to me, didn't you?"
Jayda took a long look at the bedroom door, and then back at Zelda. "Your eyes aren't funny colored, though."
"My eyes are purple," Zelda stated, smiling. "That's a pretty funny color for eyes."
"They're pretty, though. Sheik's are red. It scares me."
"Saria has green hair and she doesn't scare you. Why should Sheik be any different?"
Jayda shrugged and then replied plainly, "because he's a boy and he's weird."
Zelda was certain that if Sheik had heard this particular part of the conversation, a little part of him would have died inside- through from stupefaction or glee, she wasn't quite sure.
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Later that evening, Zelda went in to check on Sheik, long after the constant bumps and scrapings had died down to the mere, infrequent explosion.
"Yo, Sheik?" Gently, Zelda rapped on the door with the back of her gloved knuckles, her left hand on the doorknob. "Can I come in?"
Somewhere within, Zelda heard a yes, and thus carefully opened the door. Sheik was nowhere to be found.
"Sheik?" Zelda asked, looking to her left, to the futon couch. No Sheik. Directly in front of her, the desk, and the bicycle. No Sheik. And then, to her right…
"A refrigerator."
"Yup!" Trumpeted Sheik, bursting out of the bottom compartment, a pair of purple boxers hanging off one ear. "Do you like it?"
"A refrigerator," Zelda repeated blandly, taking in the white monstrosity. An older model, from the early ninties… at least he hadn't stolen it. Hopefully. "Are you concussed?"
"I got it at a garage sale. I'm going to fix it."
"Fix it," Zelda stated plainly as she took a look in the fridge herself. "For what? Oh goddesses…"
On the shelves that normally housed dairy byproducts and other perishable goods, there were clothes. "You want to keep your clothing cool."
"Never know when a heat wave might hit!" Sheik proclaimed merrily, pulling the boxers off his ear and tossing them in the vegetable drawer. "And I could keep soft drinks and things in there too, and icecream in the freezer."
"You're a pest," Zelda replied, shaking her head and closing the refrigerator door. "I'd be ashamed of having you as my brother if you weren't so darn cute."
"What can I say? I am a shameful being. And a cute being, that too. Shamefully cute. And inventive. How many other people would have thought of using a fridge as an armoire?"
"Go ask someone at the insane asylum. I'm sure they'll let you know after they give you a nice new white coat."
"Could I sew fringe and rhinestones on it?" Sheik asked, his eyes lighting up. Zelda snorted with laughter, shaking her head.
"You are one weird boy."
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Several days later, training with Impa began. After a long evening running, jumping, climbing, rolling, and learning the basic ways of fight, Zelda was feeling utterly hopeless, and she still had homework from the ever-present bane that was school. Zelda halfway thought about slinking away to Hyrule and doing her homework there, but she was mostly sure that Aileen would definitely not approve of such use of her innate gift. So what did Zelda do?
Feel sorry for herself, of course.
Sheik was nowhere to be found, which was most unfortunate- it seemed after the brutal beating he'd taken from Impa, he'd hidden in his refrigerator or something and wouldn't come out. For lack of anything to do, Zelda decided to pester Link.
And by pester, that of course meant sneak into his room, pounce him, wrap her arms around him as tight as she could and refuse to let go.
"Whassahoosawha?" he grunted, being jerked abruptly from his nap on the dingy couch in front of his TV, which shone with the light of a steady pause screen, a gamecube controller that had slipped out from Link's grasp lying on the floor. "Zelda, is something wrong?"
"I'm not feeling so hot," she mumbled against his shoulder, clinging to him. "I need a hug."
"Oh, Zelda…" Link shifted to draw her up against him, leaning back against one of the arms of the couch and wrapping her up in his embrace. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked into her hair.
Zelda hesitated as the story of all her woes nearly bubbled from her lips. She clamed her mouth shut, however, burrowing more securely into the soft rumpled fabric of Link's shirt, and shook her head. "Mmp-mm."
"I'm sorry, Zelda," he murmured, stroking her hair. He sighed, tilting his head back, and closed his eyes to the ceiling. "If only I could take away all your pain…"
Her arms tightened around him. "I wish… I wish things didn't have to be like this."
Link didn't bother questioning what "like this" might have meant- he knew, without having to ask, that she meant the invisible wall keeping them apart.
"I know," he sighed softly. "So do I, with all my heart."
And that was when, somewhere far away downstairs, the doorbell rang. Link sat up, pulling Zelda with him, and looked at her in confusion.
"Who the heck calls on people at this hour?" And true- it was nearly 10:30 on a Tuesday night. Link stood, his hand sliding down to clasp with Zelda's, and he tugged her up from the couch, leading her from the room as the front door opened downstairs. They heard Impa's polite, "may I help you?"
"I'm here to see Link," replied an unfamiliar girl's voice. "I was informed he resides here."
"Might I ask why you need to see him?"
The girl coughed, and, rounding the landing, Zelda noticed something strange about her, something familiar... as she made to step forward, Link pulled her back around the corner, holding a finger to his mouth and listening.
"I've come to return something that belongs to him by birthright. I don't know if I look like him or not, but… please don't turn me away. I was sent here."
"By who?" Impa asked, voice carefully guarded.
"I'm afraid you wouldn't believe me if I told you. But please, let me in. It's high time I talked to him. You see, I haven't seen him in, well… ever. But I've heard lots about him. In fact, you could almost say I've been waiting for this moment my whole life."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm his younger sister, Aryll."
Link's hand turned to stone in Zelda's grasp. She looked to him, openmouthed, afraid of his reaction. His face was a mask of shock as he stood there, eyes wide, lips barely parted.
"Oh Link…" Zelda whispered, bringing her free hand up to touch his cheek. "Link…"
Downstairs, Impa seemed to have recovered.
"Please, Aryll, come in. Sit down. Have a drink. But you'll have to forgive me, my daughters are asleep and my husband is still at work, so understandably I'm a little tense…"
"I'm terribly sorry. I wouldn't have come at such an hour if it wasn't absolutely urgent."
"Of course, of course. Please, sit down. I'll go fetch Link…"
He unfroze.
"Come with me, Zelda," he pleaded, squeezing her fingers. "I can't… not alone…"
"Sheik will need to come, too," Zelda informed him. "If this is about… what I think it's about… Sheik is important."
"Yes, you're right." Link's face was still pale. "Do you know where he is?"
"I… oh… hold on…." Zelda pulled her left hand free from Link's right and held it in her own, thinking hard for a moment, using their shared triforce to find him. "He's in the basement, I think. Took me a while to remember," she added, smiling at Link. "We'll knock on the door when we pass by. Don't worry," she added quietly, softly kissing Link's cheek. "Everything will be fine."
Zelda pulled a shaky Link down the staircase just as Impa started up.
"Oh…" she said softly. "I take it you two overheard. Zelda…" Impa made eye contact with her charge and nodded once, slowly. "Expect the worst. I'll fetch Sheik."
"He's in the basement," Zelda told her guardian, and Impa nodded again, and then cast her eyes on her son.
"I'm sorry, Link. I truly am."
Impa turned and made for the basement, and Zelda continued to pull a shocked Link down the staircase. After what seemed like forever but was really no time at all, they were at the bottom, and then walking down the hallway to the kitchen. And there in one of the chairs was the girl Zelda had seen at the front door, but up close, it was much, much more obvious that she was Link's sister, from the golden wheat of her hair to the impossible bright blue of her eyes, almost blindingly so, just like Link's. She was dressed in a loose blue peasant blouse and a pair of barely-baggy white pants, the cautiously coiling wheat strands of her hair braided behind her, throwing into view the two golden triangle earrings that she wore- triforce earrings. In her hand was a dark mahogany box, much like the one passed down through Zelda's line, though this one had an air of something different about it, something otherworldly.
As Zelda and Link entered the kitchen, Aryll looked up, her harsh expression melting away briefly into a soft smile, and then Zelda realized that she couldn't be much younger than Link at all- fourteen or fifteen was her guess.
"Link." She stood from the table. "From your shocked expression, you overheard my introduction to your mother. This must be… awfully surprising, to say the least."
"You're my sister? I didn't know I had a sister… you're so young… how did you find me?" And then the questions were pouring out of his mouth. "Were you adopted? Have you been living at an orphanage? Do I have any other siblings? Or do you know our parents? Are they dead? Are they alive? What are they like? Why did they…" He stopped, closing his eyes and gulping, taking a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I suppose you're going to tell me everything, right?"
"As soon as your mother returns, though I have the feeling she already knows. …who is this?" Aryll seemed, for the first time, to have noticed Zelda. "You look awfully familiar…"
Sheik and Impa walked in just as Zelda said, "I note your triforce earrings… I have a pair just like them. I assume your patron goddess is Faore? My own is Nayru, but I wasn't given much of a choice as I was pre-ordained to her by fate."
Aryll went stark white, the expression of shock on her face much like the one on Link's. And then, to everybody's surprise, she dropped a low curtsy. "Highness… what on earth are you doing here?"
"It's a long story. I'm still Zelda, though. For now, anyway," she added slightly morosely. She turned and smiled at Sheik. "This is my counterpart, Sheik. Or perhaps I am his. Neither of us are really sure who is who."
Aryll curtsied again to Sheik. "Pleasure to meet you, Sheik. I wasn't expecting you to manifest, so I must say that this is a surprise."
"Not a wholly unpleasant one, I hope," Sheik stated wryly. "Aryll. You look a lot like Link."
Impa was looking torn between sadness and amusement, and Link looked downright befuddled. "Anybody going to tell me what's going on?" he asked, looking from Zelda to Sheik to Aryll. "What's this about Zelda being a highness? And a triumph fork and fairiess and naboo? And manifestation? What?" He looked between Impa, Sheik, Zelda, and Aryll, and then stated, "this is an elaborate prank, isn't it? Well ha ha, very funny. I'm not laughing."
"Please sit down, Link," Zelda said, tugging him towards the table. "You'll need to."
The five of them all sat down around the round table, Aryll setting the box down in front of her as she settled. But it was not Link who she addressed first, but Zelda.
"Highness," Aryll began, placing her hands on either side of the box, "the other half of the key rests in this box. None can open it, however, save for the ordained one who might break the curse, as I'm sure you've come to understand." Aryll looked about at the whole table then, and, addressing everybody, said, "Link and I come from an ancient family that has made it its business to keep tabs on the rebirths of certain important figures. The Link with whom the curse began sealed the key inside this very box, encased it in magic, and entrusted it to his dearest friends, with the instruction to pass it down through the generations. This was the start of the line from which my brother and I have descended. The cause for its roots, however…"
"…Zelda, you told me that legend once," Link said, turning to her suddenly. "About the hero who fell in love with the princes, right? But she was married, and the hero got angry…"
"I'm glad you know the story. That saves me the time of retelling it," Aryll stated. "Highness, I assume you told him the whole story?"
"All that I know," Zelda replied simply. Aryll nodded.
"I assume, then, that you were unaware that after the Hero of Time mysteriously vanished past even the reach of his friendship with my ancestor, he had a son, also named after him. Where, we were never able to verify. But he appeared some eighteen years after the Hero's disappearance, and wed into my family. He, like his father too, seemed to be in a state of mourning and wishing to move on- as though he'd been running from something, but was unsure what.
"After this, it became custom in my family for each incarnate of the Hero to be wed into the family, somehow. Unfortunately, none were able to open this box, and none were able to bridge the gap between times. So we ploughed on, pulling a new Link into the family every five generations somehow.
"There was a recurring pattern with the men who bore the mark of the hero. They each had been raised orphans and had a strange affinity for swords and nature, and gentle blond women. I don't believe that there was ever a Link who fell in love with one of the royal line," Aryll added at Zelda and Sheik's expression of surprise, "though they were most often knights. Several, even, were particularly famous leaders of the crusades, or historical figures."
"Such as?" Sheik asked, brows furrowed. Aryll smiled sweetly at him.
"Lancelot, for one." At the expression of confusion on everybody's faces, she clarified, "not all the links were called Link. His memory was not so strongly carried down of that of her highness. Another thing that baffled my family was the seeming random choice of the triforce in its carrier. We have yet to this day to have traced any pattern of its descent. But when Link here was born, we knew that he was the next in line, at long last- after having wed so many of the Heroes into our line, we ourselves had finally produced one. But we had to follow the trend.
"That's why you were sent to an orphanage, Link. You had to be raised an orphan. The goddesses themselves ordained it to our mother in a dream. But, Link, as of now you're the very age that the legendary hero was when he stepped forth to fight the ultimate evil, and it's time for your trial." Aryll pushed the box across the table. "I know for a fact that half of the key to destiny is in that box, but what else, none know, save for the legendary hero."
"I…" Link looked down at the box, swallowing. "What if I can't open it?"
"Then you must consider yourself both blessed and cursed," Impa spoke up. "Because it means that you are not meant to carry the burden of a hero, but at the same time, it means that Zelda is still under a curse."
"Zelda?" Link looked up at her then, and she saw all the uncertain emotions clashing in her eyes. "Zelda, do you believe all this?"
Slowly, she nodded, removing the glove on the back of her hand.
"It's the only thing that explains this. It's logical. It fits in with all the old myths."
"Sheik? You too?"
Sheik mutely nodded, red eyes unreadable. Times like this, when Sheik was at his most intense, it was all Zelda could do to not be terrified of him.
"I'm surrounded by lunatics." And still, Link stared at the box. Finally, he lifted his hands to the box and slowly picked it up, turning it over in his hands. He traced the triforce carved into the top of the box, inspecting it carefully. Zelda noted that there were no hinges or seams- it was almost as though the box had fallen perfectly out of the sky with no way of opening. And then Link's eyes narrowed as he tapped the box and it rattled ever so slightly.
"It'll open," he said simply, holding the box by either side. "It's a trick. A puzzle box." Link slammed his hands hard against either side of the box and the triforce carved into the top popped up. Eyeing the box carefully, Link pushed the triforce back in, and with a silent click, the box opened, invisible lines running carefully across the grain of the wood thickening until there was space enough to grip the lid and pull it off, which Link did.
There was a whoosh of air as everybody at the table exhaled. Link looked down into the box stoically for a moment, and then shut the lid once more.
"Let me guess," he said. "Because I opened this box, I'm now condemned to a fate of impossible burdens for… ever, and to eternal unrequited love and to die broken and alone on some strange battlefield with a sword in hand, even though that sort of thing never happens anymore?"
"Wrong." Impa was smiling through the tears rolling down her cheeks. "It means that you can choose your path and make your own destiny. You've opened Pandora's Box and now you must fight the evils it unleashed, but you, unlike the other Links, have choice and hope. You can break the curse on your line and on Zelda and Sheik's."
"If I live," Link responded quietly. He scratched the back of his left hand, on which there was the faintest of bruises in the rough shape of a triangle. He looked surprised for a moment, but then his face hardened with resolve as he looked back up at Aryll- at his sister.
"Tell me everything I need to know."
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It had been strange sitting around the warm wooden table under the yellow kitchen lights talking about the ultimate evil and destiny, but Zelda supposed that Link had taken things well. Relatively so, at least.
At any rate, it had been an excruciatingly long night- Aryll was sleeping in the last empty bedroom, the guest room, Haft had finally come home from work around one, too tired to ask who the strange girl was, and Sheik had vanished back down to the basement again. Impa was moody and pensive, and Zelda was alternately exuberant and morose. There was hope for her, hope for Link- they could be together forever, she was certain, but at the same time, she'd have given her life to see him happy and without such a monstrous burden. But here he was, the next Hero of Time. Her heart broke for him.
Perhaps that's why she found herself sneaking across the hallway to his room that night and sliding smoothly between his sheets to cling to him. He stiffened at her touch, and then slowly relaxed, looping an arm around her as she snuggled up to him.
"Why didn't you tell me you're a princess?" he finally whispered throatily. "For real, I mean."
"I couldn't. I wish I wasn't. But I am… though it doesn't change who I am."
"And when this place, Hyrule… when it comes back, will you have to leave me and go there?"
"We'll go there together," she said softly. "I'll take you with me. You'll get to see my kingdom…"
"How will you rule there? How will it all work? I don't understand. A pre-medieval kingdom is going to resurface in the middle of the Mediterranean ocean and you're going to go be its princess?"
"There are people still there, awaiting its manifestation. They're frozen now, but they'll need guidance when it comes back. I have the legal papers as well, the deeds. Right now, it's for a plot of ocean, but when it's back… not to mention there are paintings of my predecessors hanging on the walls. One Zelda looked almost exactly like me… though we all look quite a bit alike. The world is going to change, Link. I wish it wasn't, but it will…"
"How do you know so much about Hyrule, Zelda?" He murmured into her hair. Her throat constricted, the next words coming out very hard.
"I've been there."
Apparently, Link's brain was too tired to register the outlandishness of this claim. She felt him smile against her skin, though, as he yawned. "Tell me about it?"
"It's very beautiful," she said softly. "Everything is green and alive. The waters are pure and clear… there's no pollution or anything in them. There are lots of flowers in Hyrule, especially in the castle, which is built of beautiful white stone. Outside the castle, there's a town, and in the town is a place called the Temple of Time. It puts Notre Dame to shame, Link. You'll like it there very much, I think. It's beautiful. And then, outside of the town, there's a beautiful green meadow that stretches as far as the eye can see…"
He sighed, and then his breathing was steady and even, slow. Link had fallen asleep. Carefully, Zelda looked up and kissed his lips, which were slightly open in dreaming.
"There's hope for us yet," she whispered softly against his jaw, and then allowed herself to wash slowly into sleep in the comfort of Link's arms.
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Uploaded Monday, July 18, 2005
Approx. 10:00 PM
Sheik's notes: Hello everybody! I am return to answer more questions. It disappoints me that I received so few in the mail… everybody should send more. NOW.
To FrizzMedusa, who asked, who has the other half of the ocarina… I'm sure you know now.
To superdave, who asked if Ganon is planning a conquest of the entire world: Flip a quarter. You decide.
To RavenTay- Lyxie didn't ask who Ganondorf was, she asked who holds the triforce of power. There could have been a difference! And if Lyxie did actually ask who Ganondorf was, I will bacon her just for you.
To AngelWing- thank you very much for the lollipops! Also, I hope that this chapter has answered your questions. nodnodnod
To Hopeless Maiden, who asked if Link will be receiving the Triforce of Courage anytime soon, and also wanted to know if Zelda would act on her love for Link and if there would be consequences… the first has been made obvious, I hope- it is slowly taking form in him. The second question, however, is difficult…the two will attempt to reunite the ocarina of time, but ultimately, a sacrifice on both parts of Zelda and Link is what will unite the halves of the ocarina, and themselves in their love. That's all I'm gonna say.
To Yuleen75- if you have any questions, feel free to ask them! The all-knowing Sheik is here to stay! Hopefully. And thanks for the lollipops.
To my beloved SakuraLuna- thank you very much for the lollipops. And yes, you may have a hug. Hug! Also, in response to your question, I myself didn't trifle myself with waiting in line and just stole Lyxie's copy and read it whilst she slept- Lyxie herself, however, sat in line for an hour and a half reading violent manga to pass the time. But she wouldn't have wanted me to tell you that.
To Dragons kitty- thank you for the lollipop! Also, Lyxie was very sleep deprived when she read your review to me, and instead of saying "bazooka" she somehow managed "bakooza". Confusion and hilarity ensued. I thought you'd be amused.
To Hylian Dragoness, who asked if modern sages would have anything to do with Zelda's predicament and if they'd undergo symptoms anything like Zelda's…. perrrhaps. You'll just have to wait and see!
To Hopdaddy, and also to all of the readers of this story- if anybody commits suicide due to this plot, I will bacon you and then call Frankenfurter from Rocky Horror Picture Show (which is my dear sister's favorite movie) to desecrate your corpse. I'll do it, too! shakes bacon threateningly
To Dragoonknight- don't worry about Sterling. He's really not a threat, as Zelda said so herself. Sterling isn't connected with Ganondorf- he's just a jerk. I'm sure we've all encountered asshats in our every day lives, but that doesn't mean that they're an embodiment of the ultimate evil- they just have their panties in a twist. Yes, panties. Even if they're male. And also, when asking what the factory would manufacture… nobody's sure yet. If Ganondorf has his way, super high tech weapons, but we'll see how much strength Old Man Harkie has in him. A lot, if you ask me. You know, just the other day he yelled at me for skateboarding in the parlor…
To Angel- since when am I your lover! I am nobody's lover… I am their slave! But you have to feed me lollipops and sugar cubes, and let me sleep in a refrigerator and throw bacon at stupid people, mmkay?
I must say I have to go now. Lyxie's slightly grumpy and is grouching at me for taking up all the space, so I depart now, oh lovely fans. Fear not, though. I shall return to you in the next chapter! Kisses for you all, and roses, and bacon for those of you who're trying to cut corners. You cheaters, you. Oh, look, a birdy! wanders away
A/N: Well, hopefully everybody's favorite airhead has answered all of the questions posed by recent chapters. I admit, I haven't gone through and edited this one… but I'm just so tired. I've had a long, exhausting day that has composed of flirting with lifeguards, enduring friends with bizarre urges to yell all the time, and playing too much Mario Party for my own good. Seriously. I played Mario Party for eight hours straight. You'd be twitching, too.
So that was our next beautiful chapter. Get some things cleared up? I hope so. And if I really screwed up, either with a massive plothole or if I somehow fscked the formatting up again just like I somehow miraculously managed last time, give me a kick in the arse and let me know, okay? If you have any questions, even if they're silly and arbitrary, ask. Sheik loves answering questions. And if you're bored and have nothing better to do, drop me a line! I'd love to hear from you. I can't promise an immediate response because I am very busy… you know… hitting on lifeguards and all… but I'll get back to you as soon as I can, promise!
Love you all. See you next week.