Sakura Shinguji-Albatou: Yeah, that is kind of, what I was thinking when I was looking around. I mean everyone has done the future but not many people have don't the past like this. I don't know if Daniel Shays could make an appearance because he is best known for Shay's Rebellion which took place after the Revolution was complete but maybe in the last chapter or the epilogue, I'll try to work it in.
Tymaporer: Thanks a lot, US History is interesting and as I said before no one has tried it so I thought, I would be the first.
Sapphira603: Yay, thanks for adding me to your author alert list. Is Concord still a small town or is it a lot bigger now?
Trekken46: Yeah, just cause I love history I like these kinds of settings.
Terachi Kaishaku: Glad to see you here also. This type of battle is easier because it is based on something that almost everyone has some knowledge about rather than the sci-fi. Yeah, I don't know what happened with the notes, just some weird thing I did.
Anonymous: Yes, among all types of romances forbidden romance is often the most interesting.
Wow, so many reviews so far! Thanks to everyone. Yeah, this isn't actually going to have much action in it, more romance than anything else. There will be some but not like the battles and stuff you will find in Freedom's Cry. BTW Sheik is not Zelda in this story.
Link's eyes fluttered open and found himself resting on a large soft bed. He noticed that he was no longer lying outside near the road, but was instead inside of a house. Looking around, he saw that it was a very nice room, with portraits on the walls and many other fanciful things scattered about the room. Link looked himself over. His shoulder wound was bandaged with a clean white strip of cloth, and he saw that his leg had been tied to two long wooden stakes in order to keep it straight. He felt a flicker of hope that a sympathetic family had found him and had brought him out of New York before it fell to the British.
A flicker of movement caught his eye and he looked to the side to see the oaken door swing open to reveal a beautiful young lady in an elegant gown. Zelda was carrying a water basin in her hands as well as a washcloth and was stunned to see Link awake and about.
"You're awake! Are you feeling better?" the lady asked Link as she saw that he was now evidently awake.
At first Link was put at ease by the caring manner of the young woman, but there was something about her speech that set him ill at ease. Her manner of speech was not that of one who was from the colonies. Suddenly, after a few seconds of thought, he realized that this young woman was speaking with a British accent. Terror crossed his face as he limped as quickly as he could to the window on the side of the room to look outside. What he saw terrified him. He was in a large house at the edge of a city near a large harbor, and coming down the road was a small column of redcoats marching along their muskets shouldered. In the distance he saw the Union Jack fluttering above the ships of the Royal Navy. Flying over the City Hall, the flag of the colonists had also been replaced by a giant British banner. After seeing what was laid out before him, Link realized that he was not among friends but among enemies and that he must get out right away, lest he was turned in only to spend the rest of his years rotting on a prison hulk. His brain still firing away rapidly he hobbled rapidly, escape the only thing on his mind.
"Where are you going?" Zelda said startled by Link's sudden burst of odd behavior. She walked over to the window where he had been just seconds ago and saw nothing that might have frightened him so, just a few of the King's troops in the street and ships in the harbor.
Link kept hobbling on as if he didn't hear her, but unfortunately as his leg was still broken and weak it gave out under him, letting him collapse to the ground. Setting the water basin down, she quickly walked over and knelt down next to Link.
"You must be careful. You're leg is broken; you've suffered many other injuries and lost a lot of blood. You need to rest." She said.
"No.." Link stuttered. "I've got to get out of New York right away." Link said trying to bolt up once more and failing miserably.
"Why would you want to leave New York?" she said confused. "It's the British who control the city now, you don't have to worry about those rebel rabble. You're safe here." Evidently the woman was under the impression that Link was someone who had been fleeing the Americans.
"No….you…..don't….understand." Link wheezed as a series of coughs wracked his body. "I'm….not…..Brit…..got….get…..to…….Patr…" he said the coughs getting more serious cutting off the rest of his sentence.
Zelda spend a few minutes pondering over the boy's nearly unintelligible stuttering. She didn't understand how when she first spoke to him that he suddenly rushed about in fear as if pursued by a deadly enemy. Pondering over it for a few minutes, she eventually came to the answer. All this time, she had been assuming that this young man was a supporter of the Crown when he was really one of the rebels. However, this was shaken from her mind as Link's coughing grew more severe. Getting up and finding a water glass, she filled it with the cool water from a pitcher that was on the dresser next to the bed and lifted it up to Link's lips so that he could drink. Setting the glass aside she stood and bent down to help Link stand and felt him try to run once more but she kept a firm grip on him.
"You need to get some rest before you go anywhere." Zelda said leading him back towards the bed.
Link had no more energy to do otherwise and allowed himself to be led to the bed and lay down. Retrieving the water basin, Zelda began the task, which she had came here to do. Soaking the washcloth in the towel she wrung off the extra water and used it to wipe his face clean with gentle strokes. As she was doing this her mind began to wander, and she couldn't help but notice that he was quite handsome. A faint blush crept into her cheeks as she realized what she was thinking. This was a traitor to the Crown and she shouldn't be thinking such things she said to herself in her mind in a reprimanding manner. Zelda's thought process was interrupted as she noticed that her task was now complete. Collecting the basin and cloth she silently traipsed back out of the room. After bringing those items to the maids for cleaning she found her father in his study.
"Zelda, how fares our guest?" her father said in deep tones, looking up from a ledger that he was examining.
"His injuries are quite serious but I think he will eventually recover." She said.
"Have you found out who he is?" her father inquired.
"I have father. He is a rebel supporter. I didn't realize this until I saw how he reacted when he heard me speaking and then when he looked out of the window, trying to run away muttering to himself that he must escape New York." She said softly.
"A traitor to the Crown! He must be punished as so. I shall go to the garrison and tell them immediately so that they can hang this young man as the true traitor he is." Zelda's father exclaimed angry upon learning that he had admitted one of those foolish rebels into his house.
At that moment Zelda felt a flash of compassion and replied to her father. "No father, do not do such a thing. He is but a young man, easily swayed by the words of others. It is likely that he was persuaded by those who are indeed traitorous. I'm sure that given time he will see his wrongs and become a good subject once again Father." She said pleadingly.
Zelda's father gruffly consented but emphasized that if he heard a single world of sedition from the young man then it would be straight to the gallows with him. Zelda thanked her father and hurried off. Her father watched her retreating form thinking to himself. Zelda had matured into quite a unique young woman. Her mother had died at an early age and he had to raise her as an only parent, which was made difficult through his highly successful career as a merchant. She was as beautiful and stubborn as her mother, yet often willing to believe in the inherent good nature of people.
Zelda was heading back to the rooms when she heard one of the servants calling her from the main entranceway. Hurrying down to where the servant was waiting she saw that the postman had evidently arrived and there were letters addressed to her. Thanking the servant she took those for her and headed for her reading room to read them. Opening the first one and pulling out the sheet of paper upon which the letter was written she saw that it was a sonnet from one of the recently arrived British Lieutenants. With an exasperated sigh she found that the other letters were much the same. New York had been conquered only a day ago, yet already in her hands she had letters from exactly, twenty three Lieutenants, fifteen Captains, seven Majors, and nine Colonels, all proclaiming their undying love for her and begging for her hand in marriage. Oh how she hated these Zelda thought to herself. Men would do anything for a pretty face, she told herself disgustingly. Stacking the accumulated letters up neatly, she strode over to the fireplace and purposefully dumped them in and watched in great satisfaction as the orange yellow tongues of flame slowly consumed the packet of letters.
On the streets of New York supporters of the Crown strode about discussing with each other the fate of the rebellion.
"It's over now! Last I heard those colonist rabble were on the run. That Washington supposedly hasn't got more men under his command than two thousand." One of them exulted.
"Yes, a cousin of mine was telling me that they're either running away tails between their legs. There wasn't any doubt was there? Britain is the foremost power of the world and it would be best for us to cooperate with it than exist without it lest the other nations take advantage of us." Another enunciated.
However as these men walked on they didn't notice the man who was standing on the street corner opposite to them, looking very interested in the window of a clothing store. Seeing the Tories move on he left his corner silently and swiftly, moving to carry out the duties assigned to him.
Several days passed, and Link's condition gradually improved. The wound in his shoulder still required a bandage but was luckily not infected, and the bones in his leg had begun to heal. When he awoke he saw a male servant sitting in the corner of the room. This man was very muscular, had broad shoulders, and was obviously not put here to care for Link, but rather make sure that he did not try to run as he did before. Listening carefully, Link heard the clicking of footsteps nearing the closed door to his room and saw the door open. Zelda strode in bearing a tray with some food a pot of tea. Setting it down on a table she dismissed the servant with a wave of her hand and closed the door behind him. During these few minutes Link couldn't help but notice how beautiful this young woman in front of him was. Her hair was a silken gold, her eyes were a luminous blue and her lips were the colors of a rose. Zelda picked up the tray once more and brought it to the bedside.
"Well then rebel, are you feeling better?" she said looking at him knowingly.
Link nearly jumped out of bed but was stopped by Zelda planting her hands firmly on his chest to prevent him from getting up.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you. You're still hurt and even if you make it past that door the servant is still waiting outside just in case." Zelda said pointedly.
Link gave up with a resigned sigh and laid back into the bed.
"There, that's better. How about some food, or perhaps some tea?"
Link merely just grumbled.
"I'm sorry what did you say?" Zelda inquired.
"I said I don't want any of your damn food! You're just one of them, one of those high born who benefit from the hard work of the colonists here, while doing damn little yourself." He snapped shoving the tray back at her.
"Is that how you feel then? I think you've been listening to too many old men at the tavern who've had too many a drink. Not to worry we shall correct that during your stay here." She replied trying to contain her anger at the insolence of this young man.
"Is that what you think? That you can make me into a drone such as yourself carrying out the whims of a king thousands of miles across the sea. You are truly inept." Link spat at her in a scoffing manner. He was not prepared for what came next. A sharp pain shot through his cheek as Zelda slapped him forcefully with the back of her hand.
"Obviously you don't know how to speak to a lady either, but you shall learn to respect your betters. All in good time." Zelda said airily as she began to get ready to leave. Leaving the tray of food and drink behind she walked rapidly out of the room leaving Link to his own devices.
Authors Notes: Here's Chapter 2, hope you like it. Seems like our two main characters aren't getting along too well but time will tell. Heehee I love this kind of buildup. Tell me what you think!