Link and I left in the afternoon to return to the castle. It was an uneventful trip back to the castle and a part of me felt a little downhearted leaving Link's family and the small reprieve we had while there. Now it was back to being a Princess and dealing with all the responsibilities that came with it. Yet after Link and I's talk, I felt better, as if the weight on my shoulders wasn't as severe. The thoughts that haunted me were still there, like a shadow, always with me, but smaller when the sun was out. And Link, Link was my sun, a bright ray of light that broke apart the darkness that surrounded me.
By the time we arrived back at the castle, it was late. I bid goodnight to Link after agreeing to meet up tomorrow for training; then I wandered to my room. Once there, I unpacked and went into my study, casually organizing things as I thought of everything I had to do. Eventually I sat down at my desk in my study, piles of papers and lab equipment strewn about haphazardly. I began to plan out a schedule to focus solely on prayer and mediation, grimacing when I was finished as I was dreading those long hours.
Putting that from my mind, I began to layer my special coatings on arrows, needing something simply to work on. My stomach had a hallow knot in it, churning and rolling about inside me. Calamity Ganon's return was close at hand and I feared what would happen if I wasn't able to awaken my powers.
Please let me be ready in time. I thought, I can't let everyone I care about die.
The remainder of the night I worked in my study, preparing dozens of arrows until I ran out of coatings. Then, continuing to distract myself, I mixed more of the special coatings, loosing myself in my work...
I jolted upright, combing my hair out of my face as I looked around. I was in my study...and soft rays of light shown through the window, stinging my eyes. It was too bright, too early. Rubbing my eyes, I yawned, my body stiff from falling asleep at the desk in my study. It was a bad habit of mine.
Several minutes later a barely audible knock sounded from my room, and I scurried to my room. Cracking the door open, my eyes widening when I saw Link. "Link!" I exclaimed, "You're here!"
"Yeah... You were late. Figured you were still sleeping." Link said. I looked out my window, the sky brilliant blue and the land completely illuminated by the sun. It was much later than I first thought.
"Apologies." I said abashedly "I was up late in my study working."
"No worries." Link said, shrugging.
I motioned for Link, "Come in."
Link arched an eyebrow, but then took a few steps inside. "I can be ready in a few minutes." I said, already running my fingers through my hair in an effort to clumsily comb it. "Feel free to make yourself comfortable."
Link's eyes fell on my bed and he chuckled. "You certainly have a lot of blankets."
"Yes, and I bury myself in them while I sleep. Impa calls it my chrysalis." I informed, quickly pleating my hair into a messy braid.
Link laughed at this. "Chrysalis?"
"Apparently cocoon isn't fancy enough according to Impa." I added, seeing his questioning look. Grabbing my a set of Sheikah training clothes, I quickly told Link, "I'll be right back." Then I entered the bathroom to change. Once finished, Link and I headed to the training grounds.
"So what's the plan?" Link asked, walking next to me down the corridors.
"Train, train, and train some more." I replied, going over the schedule I had made in my head last night. "I should check in with Purah and Robbie this week too."
Link gave me a serious look, "Don't wear yourself out, Zelda."
I frowned, "I know. But time is running out."
Link placed a hand on my shoulder, "We'll figure it out. No matter what."
We had stopped walking, our eyes meeting each other. I was sure Link could see the doubt I felt reflexing in my eyes. But his held such determination that it reassured me. Surely as long as Link and I were together we could find a way to defeat this evil.
"Zelda?" A voice called, making Link and I instantly step away from each other, Link's hand falling from my shoulder. My eyes broke from Link's gaze and found Dadan standing a few paces away from us. He wore his hair down, his white locks stopping at his shoulders while he wore a simple navy and cold shirt with black pants.
"Dadan." I said, not expecting to see him. "Hi."
"I see you are back from your research excursion." He said, his eyes glancing at Link.
"Yes." I said, recalling I had told Dadan that Link and I were heading to the Great Plateau so I could research the Shrine of Resurrection. In fact I had made that Link and I's cover in general in case anyone did ask where we had been. "Unfortunately my efforts didn't result in much. The Sheikah technology still remains a mystery."
"I am sorry to hear that Zelda." Dadan replied, his voice light and expression optimistic, "However I am happy to see you made it home safely."
"For once, Link and I didn't run into any trouble." I said jokingly, although it actually was quite true. Link and I tended to find plenty of trouble. Or perhaps I was the one that found the trouble... Link had called me a monster magnet on occasion.
"Well that is good." Dadan smiled, "I can see you and your knight are busy, so I shan't keep you any longer. But I look forward to your next visit. Although your song isn't quite finished yet." Dadan winked at me and then walked past us.
I turned and watched as the musician disappeared around a corner, not sure how I felt. "Who was that?" Link asked curiously.
"His name is Dadan. He's a composer here at the Castle. He helped me with my music. I run into him from time to time." I explained.
Link nodded, "He seems nice."
"He is." I agreed, then shook my head, "Let's get going. I have plans this afternoon, so we shouldn't waste our morning stuck in the castle."
With that, Link and I made our way to the training grounds. Once more it was saturated with soldiers, all training hard for the looming battles ahead. Their strained voices and sounds of weapons clashing filled the grounds. Link grabbed two wooden swords from the equipment shed and handed me one. I knew I had promised we'd train swordsmanship this time, but as I grasped the sword and saw Link's smirk, I found I was not looking forward to it.
Link led me to a less busy area in the training grounds, the noise dying off some as we distanced ourselves form the masses of soldiers "You ready?" Link asked, his eyes sparkling.
I bit my lip, "Probably not. But let's just do this."
Link began to instruct me on how to properly use a sword as well as some other basics, which I quickly remembered from the short period of time I had trained with a sword. Link and I practiced these moves as well as a few harder ones for an hour, sweat beginning to form on my brow and the back of my neck.
After a short interlude, Link lifted his sword in my direction, "Alright, let's put your skills to the test."
I gave Link a dull look, "This is payback isn't it?" I asked, referring to the instance I had beaten him in archery. Although Link wasn't as competitive as me, it still surfaced in him every now and then.
"Perhaps." He smirked, "Although, swordplay is an important skill to have. And the best way to learn is to do it."
"Alright." I said begrudgingly, knowing there was no escaping this. I was normally always up for a challenge, but not when I was completely outclassed. Link was leagues better than me... It was no challenge.
Lifting the wooden sword, I prepared myself to face Link, the wooden blade light in my hands. Taking this as the cue to begin, Link ran at me, his sword striking out with lighting speed. I forgot how fast he was. Not only was I at a disadvantage in skill, but Link had better speed and power - hardly a fair fight. Then again, how many fights that I would encounter would be fair?
I blocked Link's blow, just in time, the wooden swords thwacking together. Link's attack was stronger than expected, my muscles staining as they fought against his sword. Knowing I wouldn't overpower Link, I stepped back, pulling my wooden sword away from Link's. In one fluid movement I spun around, whipping the sword around me in an arch. As I turned to face Link again, my sword swung directly for Link's head. However, in the blink of an eye, he brought his wooden blade up and blocked, making it look effortless. Link arched an eyebrow, clearly interested in where I had learned such a flashy move.
I shrugged, "Urbosa may have taught me a trick or two." Although I didn't particularly like swords, Urbosa's movements always looked like a wild, exotic dance. I had asked her to teach me some moves years ago, hoping to channel her elegance and grace.
Link gave a stiff nod, then brushed my blow away as he extended his sword arm. I stepped back, ready for Link's next move. Link didn't wait long, he was on me in seconds, striking out again. I blocked and parried several strikes, barely keeping up with Link's speed and movement, the air hissing as the sword cut through it. On the final attack, Link put far more strength behind it and as his wooden sword struck mine, the wooden handle was wrenched from my hands. I watched, startled as it went flying into the air, spinning over and over until it landed a few paces away, giving a dull thud as it landed on in the grass.
Link gave a small smirk, satisfied with his work. However he seemed to think the battle was over; in reality it was just beginning. Had he forgotten I was much more capable with my fists and legs than a sword? Closing range, I took a step forward and threw a well place roundhouse kick to Link's side.
Link noticed at the last second, his reflexes, uncanny. He doubled back as my kick brushed past him. Returning to a fighting stance, Link eyed me with curiosity, then grinned, deciding to play along. We both moved slowly, waiting for the other to react. Finally Link leapt forward, his blade slicing straight down. Evading it, I rolled to the side. As soon as Link's attack landed where I had been, I stepped in close, firing several punches right after the other. Link bobbed and weaved his head, skillfully evading the punches by a fraction.
Growing frustrated, I kicked out my leg, giving him a gently push kick, which merely pushed him backwards. With some space between us, I began to think of a plan, trying to think how best I could beat Link, even when I was severely disadvantaged.
Link, knowing I was trying to strategize, rushed me, leaving me no time. I braced myself, an idea coming to mind. As Link approached, I held my ground, then as he swung across with his sword, I ducked low and rolled to the side. In seconds I was back on my feet and took aim, Link's momentum leaving him open. I threw a punch at his chin, taking one step in close.
A sharp pain suddenly resonated from my neck and I stopped dead in my tracks, staring at Link in stunned silence.
When?
How?
I looked to my right to see the sheathed master sword pressed against my next, the impact halting me. I looked back at Link, who was now holding two swords, the wooden practice sword in his right hand and the sheathed Master Sword in his left. A smile played at the corner of his lips as he looked at me, his eyes gleaming.
Scowling, I retracted my outstretched hand, which had been so close to meeting it's target. Instead I folded my arms over my chest, annoyed. "Shouldn't that be considered cheating?"
Link chuckled, "There are no rules in battle, Zelda. Always expect the unexpected."
I huffed, still annoyed. I turned away from Link to go fetch my practice sword. Once retrieved, I returned to Link, who had placed the Master Sword back on his back. His eyes met mine, still smug from his win. "Are you mad?"
I glowered at him, "We're sparring next time. No swords!"
Link laughed and scratched the back of his head, "So yes."
As Link continued to laugh, my gaze softened. It was nice seeing him this way, not his normal mask of emotions which he normally enforced when at the castle. But since things... Changed between us, he had seemed in better spirits, more willing to let that emotionless mask slide away.
I sighed and shook my head, "I do appreciate you teaching me some sword skills."
"You're not half bad, for a beginner." Link replied.
I smiled at his complement, my eyes glancing up at the sun above us. "I should probably go." I said reluctantly. "Time to pray and meditate."
"Good luck." Link said, giving me a grin for encouragement.
"Thanks. I'll see you next time."
"Which is when?" Link asked. We had agreed to do some training together, but most of my focus would be on awakening the sage powers within me.
"In two days? I need to visit Purah and Robbie tomorrow. And the following day is going to be a long day of prayer and mediation." I answered, going over my schedule.
"That works. If you need a break, you're always welcome to visit Revali and I." Link offered.
"Revali won't be upset if I pop up randomly?" I laughed.
"Nah, he probably prefers it when you're there."
"Alright, sounds good. I'll see you later, Link." I waved at Link and then began to hurry away, returning my practice sword before I left the training grounds. Once back at my room, I changed, then sat on the floor, preparing myself for the hours of meditation ahead of me.
Breathing in and out, I whispered to myself, "Please, please let this work."
Link watched Zelda walk away, his face returning to his normal neutral expression. He found he rather enjoyed himself during their sword match. Zelda, although a novice when it came to swords, had plenty of tricks up her sleeve to keep Link on his toes.
Grasping the wooden sword, Link decided he'd train for awhile by himself; as the Princess's personal knight, he didn't have to join the regular training drills or Royal Guard training. However, to keep his body in excellent shape, he joined both often; it also kept him in the loop of what battle strategies they were practicing. Thus Link decided he'd join the normal drills once the General arrived from a meeting this afternoon.
Until then, Link kept himself busy practicing his sword skills against imaginary opponents, weaving to and fro with his blade in hand. Several soldiers stopped to admire Link's technique as they passed him, marveling at how swiftly he moved and the sharpness of his attacks. He truly was a prodigy when it came to sword fighting.
Around noon, Link took a quick break to eat, his thoughts going to his family and Zelda. He couldn't remember the last time he enjoyed himself as much as the past few days with Zelda and his family. As he foresaw, Zelda fit right in with his family. But as he thought of this, his thoughts focused more on Zelda, and her visions. He had never seen Zelda so petrified before and he wondered why Hylia would even show her such things. Zelda was strong, but why show anyone such horrific images? And the pain it must have caused her; Link was no stranger to pain. He had his fair share of injuries from training and the battlefield. Pain went hand in hand with his profession. And he knew Zelda could handle pain as well, she had trained her body just as any soldier had. But when he had seen her after the vision in Zora's Domain, she looked like she was in incomprehensible anguish. As if was a pain like no other, and there was nothing Link could do but comfort her while it ran its course. Link felt terrible.
Link wasn't sure if there was much he could do to help Zelda with this, but he'd be there for her regardless.
Shaking his head, Link pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind. He joined up with the other troops as the drills began, which quickly took his mind off things. The general worked him and the troops for hours, taking them through more advance training drills as well as a rigorous conditioning circuit. By the end, Link felt invigorated, the blood pumping through his veins. As usual, Link finished first, earning an impressed look from the General.
"Nice work as always, Link." The General said as Link walked past him.
"Link gave a brief nod, then walked back into the soldiers barracks, ready to clean off. By the time he had showered and pulled on an old pair of Hylian trousers, more soldiers had entered the barracks. Link walked over to a bench and sat down, packing his sweat drenching clothes into a backpack and pulling out a dark green shirt. He smiled faintly as he recalled it was the shirt Zelda had worn a few days ago when she had dinner with him and Revali. Water droplets dripped down onto Link's pants and backpack from his wet hair. Taking a towel, Link tousled his hair, trying to dry it off.
"Hey Link." A voice called as a pair of soldiers boots came into Link's view. Lowering his towel, Link looked up to see a soldier a few years older than him with black hair, a handsome face, and hazel eyes. He recognized Coby Bryld instantly.
"Coby." Link greeted in a monotone.
"Long time no see, Link. Not since you got stationed at the citadel." Coby said, giving Link a charismatic smile. "Always knew you'd make a name for yourself, but who knew you'd become a royal guard and wield the legendary Sword that seals the Darkness." Link shrugged, making Cobain chuckle, "Still as quiet as ever I see."
Coby had always been an amicable person, befriending and chatting with all the trainees back at the military camp. Then again, most soldiers of noble blood were like that as you never knew who was going to be the next bigshot knight. So it was a good strategy to get into everyone's good graces. Link's father had warned Link about this beforehand, so Link made sure not to owe anyone favors from camp. Link had kept to himself, even back then.
"Although you seem to break character when around the Princess." Coby said, sitting down next to Link to untie his boots.
Again Link shrugged, recalling now Zelda had mentioned she didn't like Coby. Coby was hardly the malicious type. He was trying to build his name and status, thus could be a little egotistical, but he seemed like he genuinely cared about his fellow soldiers. It was probably his ego that got on Zelda's nerves.
"We're friends." Link replied finally.
Coby cocked an eyebrow, "Really?" He chuckled at this, "So you are capable of making friends, Link! That's a relief." He let out a hearty laugh, although Link wasn't sure why that was so funny. He had plenty of friends growing up while traveling throughout Hyrule. "Although some might find your... friendliness with the Princess concerning."
"We've been through a lot together." Link explained, "We had to learn to trust each other."
Coby nodded, and set his boots off to the side. "Fair enough. It's probably a good thing she trusts you. I've heard other guards mention she's a lot to handle."
Link shrugged, not sure why Coby was focusing so much on this. Grabbing his green shirt, Link pulled it over his head. Coby continued when Link didn't reply, "I heard you and the Princess left the castle for a few days. Where did you end up going? No one seemed to know where the two of you were headed on such short notice."
Zelda, precautions and always planning, had formed an alibi before they even left, telling Link that if anyone asked, Zelda was doing some classified research. "The Princess had some research to do. She didn't tell me much as it's confidential."
Coby stared at Link, his eyes studying Link. "I see. Well that makes sense." He stood up and grabbed his boots. "It was nice talking with you, Link. After this war is over, you might see me in a Royal Guard uniform. I was recently promoted after the battle with the Yiga." Coby gave a daring grin. "Oh, and just be careful. People may misinterpret your openness with the Princess."
Link looked up at Coby, whose face contorted into a friendly smile, but there was a look in Coby's eyes, as if telling Link to mind his place. Link didn't back down from Coby's intense stare. Instead he stood up, grabbing his backpack in the process and said, "People will always talk." It was then Link broke eye contact with Coby and walked away, grabbing his sword and shield which were propped up against the wall.
As Link disappeared out of the barracks, Coby narrowed his eyes, recalling the Princess had said the exact same thing.
The days came and went, some passing painfully slow, others much faster. I talked with Robbie and Purah the following day, who were at the castle, setting up guardians. They were very pleased with their progress, and hoped if the results they received in the next few days were good, they could expedite the guardian distribution plan. Seeing as they were busy and had everything under control, I returned to my room and continued to pray and meditate.
Over the next several days, the guardian prototypes were fully implemented through Hyrule castle, several patrolling the front gates, while permanent ones were implanted into the guard walls. It was odd seeing them around, such foreign technology seemed out of place at the castle. The guards were wary at first, but acclimated quickly, after seeing a demonstration of their abilities from Purah. Everyone agreed they would be an asset to the war.
I continued to pray and meditate as well, growing more and more desperate as the days passed and I had no results to show for. I tried to think again about what had happened in Akkala with the Lynels, wondering if I needed to be in battle to awaken them. Or maybe it was related to my coming birthday, where the answers were waiting at the Spring of Wisdom. All hopes seemed to be riding on the Spring of Wisdom.
I trained with Link a few days of the week, rotating between archery, swordsmanship, and martial arts. I enjoyed the time I spent with Link, which was very seldom now as I was too busy with war preparations. Yet Link was patient, understanding where our priorities were. Still, I wished we could have some time alone, just Link and I. However, both our responsibilities kept us apart - Link busy with extra training sessions, or I, in long, taxing meetings with my father, the general, or other nobles.
After almost two weeks of this, I was growing agitated. My mediation and prayer had yielded nothing, and the return of Calamity Ganon loomed over me like a dark shadow. My dreams had been filled with battle, screams, and fire, but thankfully I hadn't had any more visions. The visions I received still haunted me, but with everything else I had to deal with, I barely had time to focus on them, which in itself was a relief. Although all of this combined had left me exhausted and prickly. My well known temper had resurfaced and I had snapped at several people in the last few days.
As the day grew long, I sat on the floor of my room, restless. I had finished meditating for the day and needed an outlet, the frustration and anger inside of me beginning to fester. Quickly I got up, changed into my joggers and sports bra, and grabbed some hand wraps, deciding hitting a bag would help relieve this bottled up stress. I pulled my hair up, then left my room, headed for the training grounds.
Wrapping my hands, I inhaled deeply, feeling much better now that I was out of my room. The training grounds were deserted, leaving only me, which was the way I preferred it. I liked the quiet and reprieve from prying eyes. The sun was just setting, so it was a nice temperature, still warm from the heat of the day, but there was a cooler breeze that blew through the grounds, making the nearby trees sway.
Quickly, I jogged some laps, trying to warm my body up. I followed that with some footwork and once done, I took up position in front of the bag and began to string together combos, pummeling the bag with punches, knees, elbows, and kicks. I worked on basics, I worked on more advanced techniques, as well as some extra flashy stuff that I knew I would likely never use in battle, but that was super fun to do.
The sun set, yet I continued training, enjoying the high from the endorphins and the release as all the pent up frustration and anger went from my fists and shins into the bag. Although martial arts was something all of my ancestors had been trained in, and it was something I had no choice in, I had ended up enjoying it because this was one of the only ways I could get my anger out in a healthy way.
Breathing heavily, I fell back onto the hard earth, and tilted my head back to look at the sky. Wisps of clouds appeared above me along with hundreds of twinkling stars and a half moon. My eyes stared at the moon, and for a moment, it turned from pure white to blood red. I blinked and then it was gone.
Sighing, I rubbed my eyes, then got to my feet. I had been training for probably two hours and now that I had stopped to take a break, I could feel how fatigued my body was. The night had cooled off, and although I had worked hard, I had barely broken a sweat, the cold keeping my body cool. I wiped away the little sweat I had on the back of my neck and forehead, then proceeded towards the castle, unwrapping my hands as I did so.
"You're out here late." A voice called, startling me. I stopped in my tracks, and then looked to my left to see Cobain standing against the castle wall up ahead of me. I frowned... just the person I wanted to run into.
"Hello Cobain." I said politely and continued on my way, not wanting to stay and chit chat with him. However Cobain had different plans as he took a step away from the wall, blocking my path. I looked up and glared at him, annoyed all over again.
Cobain merely laughed as he saw my annoyed expression, "What's the rush Princess, stay and talk awhile."
"I have nothing to say to you." I dismissed and took a step away from him.
"Ouch, harsh as ever." Cobain said. "You know I'm just trying to get to know you better, especially since your father and my father are pretty close. I wouldn't put it past them to pair us up, especially since you are turning 17 soon."
I met Cobain's gaze. So that's what this was all about. He was trying to get close to me as a potential suitor. "I'm not interested in marriage." I bit back.
Cobain arched his eyebrows, "No, not even if it was to Link?"
I took several steps back - startled by his remark. My back hit the castle wall and I felt heat go to my face. I quickly replaced it with a scowl and glowered at Cobain. "That's ridiculous." I said, "He's my knight."
Cobain stepped in closer, his body looming over mine. "Ah, but it's a tale as old as time, where the Princess falls for her knight. No one would really blame you Zelda. Besides, what's not to like about Link? He's a skilled, honorable soldier. He's quiet, but it seems you've broken past that calm demeanor."
"He's my friend." I bit back, glaring up at Cobain, who was only a pace away from me now.
Cobain chuckled, "Link said the same thing."
"Of course he did." I retorted, "Because that's the truth."
Cobain narrowed his eyes, "And yet, I don't quite believe that." He closed the distance between us, placing one of his hands against the wall near my head. "Link's hard to read, but you Princess... it's clear to see, that behind that anger, you really do care for him."
"He's my knight." I gritted out, not backing down.
"Yes, but you have feelings for him, don't you?" I gave Cobain a livid look, my eyes searing into his skull. Cobain merely laughed, "It's alright Princess. Who wouldn't fall for the Hero of Hyrule? But you need to get such silly notions out of your head. I'm not saying I'm better than Link, but I'm a better option for you than Link is. I'm a noble and together we'd be the perfect rulers of Hyrule. You're smart, Princess, and well educated. You could easily handle the politics while I handle the military. We could strengthen Hyrule together. "
I scoffed, "Why do this? You don't even know me."
Cobain shrugged, "You're right. But the Nobility rarely marry for love. I think I'm the best choice for you and the best option for King. And over time we could learn to love each other. I'm not as bad a person as you may think I am. And underneath that prickly personality, I'm sure there's a charming Princess." Cobain leaned in closer, his face inches from mine, our eyes never once breaking as we silently clashed. "Think about it. I honestly do have Hyrule's best intentions in mind. Especially after this war, the people will need something to rally behind. Why not a royal wedding?"
Cobain suddenly pulled back, the predatory gleam from his eyes leaving as he gave me his best smile. "Just think about it, Zelda." He said informally. Taking off his jacket, he handed it to me, draping it over my shoulder, "It's getting cold out; wouldn't want you getting sick now."
Cobain turned and left, disappearing around a corner. I watched, the anger inside me boiling. I ripped his jacket away and threw it on the ground. Spinning on my heels, I faced the wall and punched it as hard as I could, pain instantly shooting through my fist. I wanted to scream, I was so angry.
Cobain infuriated me. He was so full of himself, but what was worse was that he had a point. The Bryld family was a well-respected family and Cobain was quickly climbing the ranks in the military. The people of Hyrule would undoubtedly approve of our union and in the end, I did believe him in that he wanted to do what was best for Hyrule. So was I the idiot for thinking something could ever work out between Link and I?
I released my fist, my arm falling limply to my side. Blood dripped from the back of my scraped fingers onto the ground. I quietly picked up Cobain's jacket and walked back to my room, downcast. Perhaps I just needed to accept my fate. Cobain was right, Nobles never married for love. What was I doing? Could I really do this?
Doubt seized my heart as I entered my room. I threw Cobain's jacket at my wall, where it crumbled on the floor in a heap. I wasn't sure why I'd taken it with me. I should have left it in the dirt by the barracks. Now it would be a glaring reminder of my confrontation with Cobain just now.
I clutched my head in my hands, frustrated, tears forming in my eyes I was so angry and confused. Cobain was right. What Link and I were doing... We were setting ourselves up for heartache.
Shedding my clothes, I took a hot shower, the water searing my skin, yet it helped drown out the emotions flooding my system. I stood in the steaming water, clutching my biceps as tears streamed down my cheeks. I should have known better. I should have remembered my place. I was only going to hurt both Link and I if I followed this path. I had to put an end to things, no matter how much it pained me to do so.
Resignedly, I stepped out of my shower, wrapping a towel around me. I gazed at myself in the mirror, my eyes listless and puffy from crying. I hunched over then, my knees giving way until I was slouched on the floor. I leaned my head against the wall and stayed like that for minutes, dreading what I had to do, Cobain's words still ringing in my ears, followed by an image of Link's smiling face. I recalled what it was like to have his arms around me, how warm and safe I felt - lost in his embrace.
"Why?" I pleaded, "Why can't I have this one thing?" Link made me so happy, but beyond that, he made me better. I wanted to stay with him, to continue to grow and learn, hand in hand.
"I hate it here." I whispered. "I hate this place. I hate being a Princess. I wish I could just run away." It wasn't the first time I wished to simply leave this place. It was why I spent so much time away from the castle training. Because I loathed being here. I abhorred being reminded that I was the Princess of Hyrule, when all I wanted was to escape it. Perhaps people were right about me, perhaps I was just trying to avoid my responsibilities. Perhaps I was a failure.
Grabbing some bandages, I wrapped them around my shredded knuckles, the skin sore and scabbing over. From there I walked over to my bed, my eyes going to the Sheikah Slate. Absently, I tapped it, the screen lighting up. An image of Link and I smiling while at his parents house greeted me. I stared at it, biting my lip in the process. I went to the next photo of Link's family. Before I knew it, I was going through all the pictures I had taken of Link and I's journey throughout Hyrule. Finally I reached the last one, a picture of Impa and I in her room, when she had first shown me the Slate. A part of me wished she was here, or Ubosa, even Daruk, so I could ask them for advice.
But I knew deep down what I had to do. Seeing all these images of Link and I, our journey... I had made my decision. I had made my decision back when I first kissed Link on Mount Ploymus, I just hadn't fully realized. Cobain's words had made me falter. But no more. Link and I had made this decision together, and I would not back down. I would stand and fight with Link. The path Cobain had suggested would be easy, traditional. But it wouldn't be my path. Perhaps my ancestors had followed it, and it wasn't wrong, per say. But I would carve a new path. With Link.
Feeling determined, I changed into a pair of black pants and a pretty blue, white, and gold blouse. I plaited my wet hair back into a loose braid, shoved several things in my backpack, then ran out of my room.
Suddenly a wave of nervousness filled me as I approached Link and Revali's place, but I pushed it back and knocked on Link and Revali's door. It was late, but the light of a fire still illuminated their living room, so I was hoping Link would be up. It took a minute, but footsteps sounded and seconds later the door opened to reveal Link, his hair completely down and wearing a black shirt with brown trousers. His sky blue instantly found me, widening in surprise.
"Zel-" I didn't give him a chance to finish as I closed the distance between us, hugging him close to me. Now that he was here in front of me, and I could feel his body next to mine, I remembered that he was worth all of this. I would tear Hyrule Castle and the Nobility apart for him if I had to.
Link, not expecting my actions, stood still for a second, processing. Then he wrapped an arm around me and pulled me inside, closing the door behind us. I pulled away from him briefly to take my backpack off. "Zelda," Link tried again, watching me carefully, "Is everything ok?"
Turning back to him, I stepped in close, meeting his blue orbs with my green ones. "Yes." I said, meaning it. I had never been more sure of my decision. Leaning in closer to him, I closed my eyes as my lips touched his. Link returned the kiss, his arms loosely circling around my waist.
"And that is my cue to leave." Revali's voice pierced through Link and I's embrace and we jolted apart, my face instantly turning as red as a tomato.
"Re-Revali!" I exclaimed, "You're here!"
Revali frowned, "I Live Here. Regrettably." With a displeased huff, he grabbed the book he had been reading and stormed off up the stairs to his room.
I bit my lip, feeling bad about subjecting Revali to that. However Link didn't seem to care and started to laugh. This time he closed the distance, his lips returning to mine to finish off where we had started. I smiled against his lips, feeling my heart flutter against my chest. Link then stepped back, his eyes twinkling. "What are you doing here?" He asked.
"Let's run away." I said, catching Link off guard.
"What?" Link chuckled, not sure if I was serious or not.
"Just for a few hours." I clarified.
Link arched an eyebrow, then nodded, "Let's go."
Link and I made out way to the bank of the Hylia River, not too far away from where Link and Revali's place was, but far enough that we were alone, nothing but a blanket of stars watching us. I pulled out a blanket and laid it neatly down on the grass near the shore, the water lazily drifting by.
Link and I both sat on it, staring up at the stars. It was a clear night and the nighttime sky was filled with hundreds of shining dots. Breaking through the silence, Link asked, "Did something happen? You're usually not this spontaneous."
I continued to look up at the stars as I replied, "Something did happen. But I don't want to talk about that now. Just know it helped solidify my decision."
"Decision?"
A smile played at my lips, "Yeah, to be with you."
Link didn't reply. Instead he shuffled closer to me, and leaned against me, his head resting on my shoulder, his eyes closed. I blinked down at Link, not expecting his response. I lifted my arm to rub his back. So often Link had been there for me, to comfort me, to provide support; no matter what he was always there if I needed him.
I wanted to be strong enough that he could lean on me too.
My eyes returned to the sky and I felt an overwhelming sense of peace. I wished I could stay in this moment forever, just Link and I.
"Link look!" I suddenly spoke, pointing up to the sky with my free hand. "A shooting star!" Link tilted his head up, scanning the sky. The star shot out across the dark sky, creating an arch from the Faron region all the way to the Eldin region, disappearing in the glow of Death Mountain. I took a breath in, closing my eyes. For a moment, I truly did believe everything would be alright; no matter what happened, Link and I would figure it out.
I wasn't sure how long we stayed like that, basking in each other's presence and staring up at the stars. Eventually we laid down on the blanket, watching as a flurry of shooting stars dashed across the heavens. It was the perfect night.
Yawning, I rubbed my eyes, feeling tired. It was very late and I knew the morning would be filled with more prayer and meditation. Sitting up, I wrapped my arms around my knees, not wanting to leave this moment. Link sat up, his shoulder resting against mine. "Ready?" He asked, his eyes on me.
"No." I muttered.
Link leaned in to rest his head against mine, "Me either."
We stayed like that for a minute longer, then both sighed, knowing our time was up. Resignedly we got stood, shook off the blanket, and packed it away. Once finished we headed back to where Link was staying.
"Thanks... for indulging me for a while." I said abashedly. "Sometimes I just need to get away."
Link grinned, "Anytime." Link's smile faded and he swallowed, "You could stay over, if you wanted." Link gestured behind him.
My heart gave a tight squeeze, wanting to accept his offer, but I shook my head, "Not tonight. I have some meetings in the morning... Besides, I don't know if Revali is ready for that." I chuckled, recalling Revali's appalled look from earlier. A part of me did feel sorry for him but another part also found it slightly amusing.
Link shook his head, laughing under his breath, "Alright, I'll see you later then."
I nodded and then gave Link a quick hug goodbye, his arms clutching me before we released each other. I waved goodbye then headed back to the castle. It was very late, so there was no one on the streets but a few guards patrolling. All was quiet, like a lull before a fierce storm.
Reaching the gates to the castle, I hurried inside. I made my way through the corridors, faintly illuminated by flames. As I did this, I stopped as I heard someone call my name. "Princess!" I heard again and turned behind me to see Myti, one of my maids, appear from around the corner and hurry over to me. She was out of breath and her eyes were frantic.
"What's the matter?" I asked, not sure what had unsettled her so much.
"We were looking everywhere for you, Princess. No one could find you!" She said, regaining her breath.
I frowned; normally no one required my presence this late at night. "Yes, I stepped out for a little while. Why were you looking for me?"
Myti gulped, "It's the King. He wishes to see you, Princess. Immediately."
I could tell by the fear in her eyes it was serious. I furrowed my brows, wondering just what my father could wish to talk to me about on such short notice. And what couldn't wait until the morning. "Very well." I said, "I shall go see him now. Is he in the Sanctum?"
"Yes, Princess." Myti replied.
"Thanks, Myti." I gave her a reassuring smile, "I'll handle it from here. You get some rest." Myti nodded, then hurried off. I sighed and rubbed my forehead. I had only just arrived back to the castle after my small escape, and already things required my attention.
Making my way to the sanctum, I opened the doors to find my father pacing the room, back and forth, back and forth, his long royal coat scraping the floor. One of his advisors, Astor, was with him, standing by the throne, saying something too him before his eyes spotted me and he stopped. "Your daughter has arrived, your Majesty." He said, his beady eyes pinning on me. I had never cared for Astor; he was a sly man whose intentions didn't seem as righteous as he claimed.
My father whirled around, his dark brown eyes landing on me. It was then, by the expression on my father's face, I realized he was angry; no, not angry - livid. I don't think I had ever seen my father this furious, the rage rolling off of him in waves, almost palpable. I balked, not sure what exactly I had just walked into. "Hello, Father." I greeted, my eyes glued to his furious expression.
"Zelda." He said, his voice stern and strained as tried to keep his anger at bay. "Where have you been?"
I narrowed my eyes, his question already sounding like an accusation. Yet I had no idea what was going on. "I stepped out of the castle for a little bit." I replied with a shrug. Father knew I did that from time to time. He had never kept tabs on me or really cared about that, so I wasn't sure where his anger was coming from.
Astor scoffed, "Stepped out." He mocked, "Likely story, Princess. You've been far too lax with her, my King. That's where this rebellious and irresponsible behavior is coming from."
My eyes shot over to Astor, "Excuse me?" I said, folding my arms over my chest. I could already feel a fight brewing, "What exactly are you referring to?"
Father glared at me, "I believe you know exactly what we are referring to, Zelda. But just to clarify, Astor, why not tell Zelda what you saw today."
"Of course, your Majesty." Astor gave a shallow bow, then set his eyes on me, grimacing in distaste. "It has come to my attention, Princess, that you are shirking your duties once more and fraternizing with certain knights."
My eyes widened slightly, but I quickly regained control of my countenance, putting up a neutral mask. But his words had unsettled me. Did they know? About Link and I? But how? We had been careful while at the castle. "Do these claims have any validity?" I replied dismissively.
Astor grinned deviously, "I assure you, Princess, I saw it with my own eyes. Today, I had some business at the barracks, and on my way there, what did I find? You Princess, and a knight appearing far too close to be considered acquaintances."
I narrowed my eyes, confused. I went to train on my own today. Link wasn't with me... then realization hit. He wasn't referring to Link, he was referring to... "Cobain." I said in mild surprise.
"So it's true!" My father shouted. "You've been fooling around?"
I took a step back, his accusations a slap in my face. "What?" I exclaimed, not sure how he had come to that conclusion. "No. Cobain was just-"
"And when we were trying to find you, Princess," Astor cut me off, "We found this in your room." Astor pulled a dark jacket from behind him and I instantly recognized it.
"That's-" I started to explain, but Astor continued, his voice silencing me.
"Oh we know what it is, Princess. No excuses you give will deny the truth!" Astor walked over to me, circling me like a vulture eyeing its prey.
"Will you just let me explain?" I replied back, my voice strained from trying to not shout and scream at them. How could they possibly accuse me of such a thing? Astor was understandable, he had always had strong opinions about me, most negative. But my father? How could he really believe what Astor was saying? Did he not know me at all?
And there was my answer...
No, he didn't know me. Not at all.
"What is that?" Astor said, pointing at my neck, "You wretched, disrespectful girl! It is far worse than I thought, your Majesty." Astor grabbed my wrist and yanked me over to the King. "Look!"
I pulled away from Astor's grip, anger flaring inside of me. How dare he! Glaring at the advisor, I was about to rebuke him when I caught sight of my father's expression, the words dying in my throat. His face was one of shock and disbelief, which quickly transformed into rage.
"This is a serious grievance, Zelda." My father said gravely, his eyes dark. "I thought I raised you better than this, to uphold Noble virtues, but clearly I gave you too much freedom."
I gritted my teeth, unable to hold my anger in any longer. "What are you even talking about?" I screamed. "Would you just let me explain?"
Astor smirked then, a smug look on his face, "Go ahead, Princess. Please explain that mark on your neck. While you're at it, why not tell us just where you were this evening. Or perhaps who you were with?"
I furrowed my brows, my hand absently going to my neck. What was he talking about? A mark on my neck... As my hand touched the tender skin, I instantly knew what it was they were talking about. It was from when Link and I had been training days ago. While we had been sparring his sheathed sword had hit my neck. The next day, a bruise had formed there, and although I had thought nothing of it, I knew exactly how Astor and my father were interpreting it.
I took a step back, their eyes accusing. I was already guilty in their eyes. "It's an injury from training." I said defensively, my hand covering the bruise.
Astor gave a mused laugh, "Do you hear this nonsense, my King? She'll make up any excuse."
"It's not an excuse." I replied in a voice of steel, "It's the truth."
"Enough Zelda." My father said, his stern eyes settling on me. "I will have no more of you petty explanations. I have never been more disappointed in you. You should be focusing on awakening your powers and yet here you are, entertaining yourself in a most irresponsible manner."
I clenched my fists, something inside of me snapping. For years I had held my tongue with my father, begrudgingly accepting his words. But no more. I could take it no more. "Would you just listen to me?!" I screamed. "For once in your life would you just listen to me? Would it kill you to put some faith in me, for once? Why is it so natural for you to always assume the worst of me?"
"Silence Zelda!" My father shouted, taken aback by my outburst. "I did not raise you to be a failure and a whore!"
Silence filled the room as his words rang out, a cold, harsh slap in the face. I stared at my father, shocked he would ever say such a thing to me. Hardening my face, I replied, my voice like ice, "Is that what you think?" I spit the words out. "Is that really what you think of your own daughter?"
"Enough Zelda!" My father shouted, his anger just as strong as mine. But unlike all the other times, I wasn't backing down this time. I was finished.
"No." I replied, shocking both him and Astor. "If that's what you honestly think of me, then you don't even know me! I'm done." I knew no matter what I said, it wouldn't change anything. They had already made up their minds about me. Instead I turned away, my fists clenched and head held high.
"Zelda we are not done here!" My father yelled.
"Well I am." I replied coolly, not bothering to look back at him. "I don't want to see you anymore."
"Zelda!" My father spit out, shouting threats at me - that he'd lock me in my room, he'd forbid me from leaving the castle ever again, he'd withhold food until I apologized, he'd forbid me from training... All of it, just a cascade of meaningless words.
As I reached the door to the Sanctum, I stopped and said one final thing. "You're not my father. You can't control me anymore." As soon as I said the words, I felt lighter, as if I had been wearing chains for years and now was finally free.
My father continued to shout at me, but I was gone, slamming the door behind me. And then I ran, ran all the way back to my room, bolting the door shut for good measure. Anger pulsed through me, and I paced my room. How could my own father think such things of me? He wouldn't even listen to my side of the story. The anger bubbled inside me and I needed some way to release it. I stormed back and forth between my room and my study, throwing random objects that I found at my walls. A glass vial shattered in my study, my clothes were tossed about my room, anything to funnel my rage out. When that wasn't helping, I decided to go for a run, even if it was the middle of the night, probably closer to morning now.
I changed, then opened my door to be greeted by three guards stationed outside of my door. I stopped and stared at them, all eyes turning towards me. The guard standing across my room bowed slightly and said, "Sorry Princess. We have strict orders from the King that you aren't supposed to leave your room."
I stared in stunned disbelief at the guard. "You can't be serious." I uttered.
"Apologies, Princess. His orders were quite clear."
I put a hand to my forehead and laughed. This is what he resorted to? Treating me like a prisoner. "Princess?" The guard asked, unsure if I had finally lost it. Maybe I had.
"Fine." I replied and shut my door, locking it behind me. Shaking my head, I hardly believed what was happening. With everything going on, we hardly had time for such stupid squabbles... And yet, I wasn't going to cave. For once in my life I was going to hold my ground with him, especially after the things he accused me of.
I swiftly made my way to my study and began to dig through boxes, trying to find a rope I had stored away. After shuffling my items around and digging through several boxes, I found the rope. In my years of turmoil, when I had been desperate and overwhelmed, I had planned to run away, hence why I had this rope. I would steal away in the middle of the night, descending from my study. Although I had never used it... until now.
I ran back into my room and shoved some clothes into my backpack, as well as a map and some rupees. Then I donned my Sheikah attire, which had been given to me once I had finished my ninja training in Kakariko Village. Although I would prefer to wear my normal battle attire, this was specifically designed for sneaking away and disappearing into the shadows. I put the black garments on, which consisted of black pants, a long sleeve black shirt with a white eye symbol on it, black shoes with extra grip, and a neck scarf that could be pulled up as a mask.
I pulled my hair into a high ponytail, then went back to my study, packing along some medicines and ointments. I grabbed a quiver of arrows, jamming it full with arrows: regular, elemental, and bomb arrows. Once finished, I threw my backpack over my shoulders and fastened my quiver and Bow of Light to my waistbands. Climbing onto my desk, I pried open the window and stepped up onto the ledge, a cold gust of wind sweeping past. I hopped down onto the ledge below the window and found a pier to tie the rope around. The rope was long, but it didn't go all the way to the ground. It reached about half way down the tower, but once at the end, I would climb the rest of the way there.
As I secured the rope, I noticed the darkness was beginning to lift, dawn upon the horizon. I had to descend quickly before I became easier to spot. Grabbing hold of the rope with both of my hands, I hung there in mid air for a second, my feet just touching the wall of the tower. A rush of exhilaration went down my spine at the feeling. Slowly and steadily, I scaled down the tower, barely making a sound. Once I reached the end of the rope, I found decent holdings on the walls and began to descend. Finally I reached the bottom, shaking out my arms, which were wary from holding my weight up.
It was gradually getting lighter, and I knew I had to get beyond the gates before the sun rose much more. Keeping to the shadows, I slunk around corners, patiently waiting for guards to pass me before I slid past them. I knew there was no way I was going to get out through the front gates, it was too heavily guarded, so I carefully made my way to the closest wall and began to climb it. Once at the top of the wall, I scaled down and rushed into the forest just past the road. Taking refuge in the shadows of the tree, I let out a long sigh, my body finally relaxing after being so tense.
I had made it just in time. The sun was clearly visible in the East, the soft dawn rays just peaking over the Eastern horizon, shedding light upon the land. Knowing I had to keep moving, I wracked my brain on where to go, knowing the castle roads and sacred grounds would soon become filled with traffic. All the other civilizations were so far away, especially on foot.
And then I realized, there was some place nearby where I was safe: At Link and Revali's. It should have been the obvious answer, but in my anger I had overlooked it. Yet after everything that happened with my father... with the King... I could use Link's support.
The King's words still lingered, stinging me. To think he really thought that badly of me. Then again, was it that much of a surprise?
I clenched my fists in anger as I thought about that encounter with the King. Standing up from my crouching position, I quietly made my way through the woodlands towards were Link and Revali were staying.
It took longer than expected as I had to take several detours to avoid running into anyone that might recognize me, but finally I spotted their place. Relief swelled within me at seeing the house, its wooden walls offering protection.
I gave a loud knock as I reached the door, almost collapsing on the doorstep from the emotions rolling up and fighting inside me. The emotion that typically won was anger.
I frowned as I continued to wait, growing nervous that someone might see me. Link normally was up at this hour, yet out late night excursion may have been enough for him to sleep in for once. I knocked again, scanning the environs around me, making sure now one had appeared suddenly.
Then the door whipped open in front of me, "What Do Y-" Revali instantly stopped, his eyes narrowing as he saw it was me. "Zelda?"
I let out a long sigh, so happy to see him. "Revali." I replied, and surprising us both, I stepped in and hugged him. Revali stiffed at my embrace, then very slowly, he patted me on the back, uncertain what to do. "I'm so relieved to see you." I said, all the pent up emotion surfacing. I blinked back tears, not wanting to make a scene.
"Zelda, what's going on? What's the matter with you?" Revali asked, not sure what to make of this situation.
I pulled back and swallowed hard, wanting to sob and scream and break something all at the same time. "I'm just so... Furious. And upset. And... ugh!" I finished.
Revali stared at me. "You better come in." He said, and gestured behind him, then closed the door. "Link already left this morning for training."
I nodded in response, trying to contain the emotions swirling around, fighting for dominion. A part of me couldn't believe what had just transpired. I needed to scream; I needed to punch something; I needed to break something.
"Zelda?" Revali said, his eyes worried and nervous, "You're crying."
"Am I?" I laughed sardonically.
"I don't know if I should be concerned or afraid." Revali replied, folding his winged arms over his chest.
I ran my hands over my face and through my hair. "I... UGH!" I exclaimed. "I'm just so angry!"
Revali blinked. "I have some targets set up out back behind the house. Sometimes I need to take a break from your knight, so I go practice out there."
"Excellent." I hissed, needing some physical outlet to release these boiling emotions. I walked to the back of the house, exiting through the back door. There were several trees scattered about, some close, while others were far away. The one closest to the house was a thick, old tree with a large target pinned to it. I wiggled my backpack off and set it against the house. Grabbing my bow, I longed for the exertion of firing round after round of arrows... anything to drown out what I was feeling.
It was then I spotted a pile of wood stacked against the house which was likely for the fire. In front of it was a leveled off stump with an ax protruding from the ground next to it. Several thick round logs were nearby, still needing to be chopped. Setting down my bow and quiver, I picked the ax up, the weight distribution very odd to me. I gripped the ax in both hands, rolling the handle around to try and get a feel for the weight distribution.
Carrying a hefty log onto the stump, I picked up the ax once more, raising it over my head. Then with a quick jerk downwards, I swung the ax, splitting the log in two. I hacked away at the thin fibers still holding it together, then swung again, cutting one of the halves in two. I continued this motion, hacking away at the logs, enjoying the strain in my arms and my thighs as I swung the ax. My breathing picked up, and I could feel the anger flowing out of me as I tore into the wood.
"I'm going to find Link." Revali suddenly said from behind me.
Not taking my eyes off my work, I replied, "I'm fine."
Revali scoffed. "Zelda, you show up at our door dressed in ninja attire and fully armed. And now you're flinging that ax around like a mad-woman with tears streaming down your face."
I set the ax down and let out a long exhale. I glanced over at Revali, meeting his gaze. He had his typical annoyed look on his face, but his eyes gave him away. He was worried. I brought my hand up to my head, grabbing at the roots of my hair. "Ok." I said in a meek voice. "Just please don't tell anyone else I'm here."
Revali rubbed his temple, "Lovely. I'm harboring a fugitive."
I snorted, "Yeah, pretty much."
Revali observed me for several seconds, debating if he wanted to ask more. Finally he shook his head and only said, "You owe me." With that he jumped into the air, a strong gust of wind lifting him upwards and blowing past me in the process. I watched as his wings snapped open and he soared away, disappearing as he headed towards Hyrule Castle.
I swallowed, looking down at the ax, the blade recently sharpened. I shut my eyes briefly, my eyebrows knitting together. Doubt began to set in as I contemplated again the events that had transpired in the last 24 hours. Had I done something completely and utterly idiotic? Should I have stayed at the castle?
Although I didn't believe what I had done was wrong, I didn't believe it was necessarily right either. But I had to get out of there. I refused to be a prisoner over an inane accusation. But why did all of this had to happen now, right before Calamity Ganon was supposed to return? There were so many other, more relevant things to focus on.
Why couldn't he just listen to me? Why couldn't he trust me? I rubbed my temple, knowing the answer already. It was the same reason I didn't trust him: because we didn't know each other. I knew the state of our relationship was partially my fault; I could have tried to make amends with my father, tried to bridge that gap between us. But by the time I had recovered somewhat from my self-destructive state, the rift between us was so large, I didn't even know how to repair it... So I didn't.
But that didn't mean he couldn't have been there for me when I needed him the most. He should have been there! Wasn't that his responsibility as a father? And yet, he had left me to wither and decay in solitude. It was only thanks to Urbosa, Daruk, Impa, Vorel, and Falnore that I had been able to claw out of that deepest state of depression.
Shaking my head, I pushed those thoughts aside. Grasping the wooden handle of the ax, I turned my attention back to splitting wood, just wanting to lose myself in the physical exertion of my task, to feel my lungs starving for air, my muscles strain more and more with each movement. I wanted to feel the sweet anguish of pushing my body. Anything so I didn't have to feel the turmoil festering inside me.
Ok, before ya'll come for me, please just read the next chapter and I'll explain what exactly it is I'm doing with this segment of the story.
Also, Happy Thanksgiving! I hope everyone is able to spend the holidays with people they care about and perhaps relax a little. I am truly grateful for everyone's support through this journey of writing this story. I know it's not perfect, but the kind words and support everyone has given has made me so grateful to all of you. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to properly convey how much it means to me, but thank you, thank you, thank you! To show my gratitude, I posted two chapters instead of one (I've really been writing up a storm this past week)! I hope you enjoy and once more, Happy Thanksgiving - from me and my two kitties :)