I sat alone in my old house, trying to think the rest of my plan out. Seduce Link, get him to leave his precious Zelda, then what? I would probably have to just abandon him, but would that give me the satisfaction that I wanted? He needed pain, pain and suffering like I have had. I closed my eyes and leaned back into my chair, thinking. I had almost formulated my plan when a high-pitched scream broke my concentration.
"Help! Someone's taken Saria's house! You've got to help me get her!" The familiar voice of Milo, a Kokiri boy who was destined to be fifteen forever, rang in my ears. I suddenly had an idea. He disliked Link almost as much as I did, and I assumed that he would help me.
"Milo!" I hissed, trying to get his attention, "It is me, Saria. I've had a special transformation and I've grown up." He looked at me, unbelieving. "Honestly. And I need your help to bring down Link. Milo looked suspicious.
"I know that you can't be Saria. She adores Link," he said, emphasizing the word adores. "So how can you prove it?" I thought for a minute before remembering the time that I had fallen out of a tree and cut my upper thigh. The scar that I had gotten was there still today, and I wordlessly lifted my skirt up high enough to show him. He sat on the ground, stunned.
"It's okay," I said, happy that he finally believed me. "Now, listen to this."
"Zel, I'm going for a walk," Link said, tossing his hair out of his eyes and smiling at his wife. "I won't be gone for long." Zelda stood up from her seat on her chair and walked over to him, and putting her hands on his chest, she kissed him. Link wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly.
"Are you sure that you have to go?" Zelda looked up at him with a pleading look on her face. It made Link realize just how young Zelda really was. At nineteen, she was six years younger than the new king, but at times actually acted older. He shook his head, gave his wife one last kiss, and left. As he walked outside, he looked around, happy that he could finally get away from his pressing duty as the new king. That's when I made my move.
"Excuse me?" Link looked up in surprise, and not without reason. I was the only person aside from Zelda who knew how to get in the gardens where we were now, but I didn't look at all like myself. Time to be someone different.
"No one knows about this place. How did you get here?" he asked, looking at me with mixed emotions. I knew that he couldn't resist me, but he was fighting himself. I walked over to him and put a finger over his lips.
"Don't talk," I whispered, hoping that I sounded as excited as I thought I did. "Just… talk to me. I love hearing your voice." An odd expression crossed his face and he pushed me away.
"What are you doing? I can't do this. I'm married now. If anyone found me doing this, I would bee in so much trouble," he whispered, looking around as if Zelda was going to come out from behind a tree. "Listen. Who are you?" I looked at him and smiled sweetly.
"That's for me to know and you to find out," I said cheerfully, laughing inside at how stupid he was. I couldn't believe this. It was all going to work out perfectly. "Listen, I would love to… get to know you a little more. Maybe, we can arrange a meeting together? Take a walk around the lake? Tomorrow?" I crossed my fingers behind my back, hoping against all hope that he would agree. He looked doubtful, but finally let his face relax.
"Fine," he said, shrugging. "Say, around… noon? I'll meet you by the old fishing place. What do you think?" I pretended to think about it and finally smiled.
"Okay, I guess that's good," I said, nodding. "Well, I'll go now and leave you to think," I whispered, giving him a brief kiss on the lips. "Bye." With that, I ran off, my long, flowing skirt behind me. When I was out of sight, I sighed, thinking about the next part in my plan. But that would have to wait. For now, I was playing the part of seductress.