Inspiration: Miasma and culling.
Author Note: I am truly sorry for the long wait. I had writer's block for months. Please enjoy.
Word Count: 11,437
Chapter 38
Meanwhile on the fields of Hyrule, Midna
It seems like only yesterday when I was roving about these fields with Link. The familiarity of these expanses was not lost to me: green grass, large trees, stumpy foliage, and beautiful flowers. It was a different world from my own: illuminated skies, blue heavens, and diurnal nocturnal cycles of light and darkness. It was strange to me at first, strange but beautiful. What an extraordinary place… this Hyrule. Nevertheless, this world of light certainly had its misgivings for a Twili. The biggest being the Hylian sun. It was one of the reasons why I dwelled in Link's shadow when we traveled together in the past. The radiation from this world could be deadly to me and my people. However, the prognosis now may have been different since I was trekking through in my true form with all of my powers intact. The Fused Shadow was back in my possession. The Twilight Realm was whole. Perhaps the Hylian sun wouldn't be such an obstacle after all. Perhaps now I had an adaptation in Hyrule the way Link had an adaptation in my realm. Even so, I could only theorize for now. The more exposure I had, the more credence my presumptions would gain.
Even so, a haughty head never served a good queen well… well, almost not well...
The nostalgia of the trek did make me wish I chose to go with the Link, Hylia, and Zelda for a moment. However, it was quite evident I made the prudent choice to go looking for the dragon king instead. I was not embittered, but it was admittedly difficult for me to watch Link be so dedicated and attached to the light queen. He seemed very devoted to her now. The way he looked at her was the way he looked at me before I departed from this world seven years ago. There was so much resolve in his eyes… Their relationship had obviously deepened. They were obviously in love. He told me so. It made me feel a little foolish when I tried to seduce him back in my realm. However, I had to be honest, I couldn't help myself. I loved Link. I still love Link. Seeing him again was truly shocking. I had no idea he was just going to reemerge back into my life. He was like a phantom from my dreams, and I dreamt about him so many times. But, knowing that being reacquainted with him only meant that there was no future for us was… was hurtful. He came back into my life, only to disappear from it again… only to leave it again. So, I made the right decision in staying away from Link and Zelda for now. It would be too hard to concentrate on my task with the hero as a distraction. My feelings could have potentially gotten in the way, and maybe even endangered the mission. The hero's messaging was clear. He was dedicated to the Queen of Hyrule now… to Zelda.
It looks like your reign was over before it began Midna…
What a brutally honest thought, but the staple of me and my people was our fortitude. Even so, I was not just going to give up. Given the opportunity, I wanted to speak with the hero once again alone. I wanted to be sure he was making the right decision. I wanted to be sure he wasn't making his decisions due to chivalry alone. Chivalry had its place, but it should never force a person to be in a situation they did not want. If his love for Zelda was true, then she had nothing to worry about. I wasn't suggesting this to come off as petty, but I wanted to leave no stone unturned. If Link was still in love with me, I wanted to know. If he still wanted a future with me, I was willing to have that future with him. My intentions were not to hurt the Queen of Hyrule, but I had a right to happiness too. I wanted the hero to be absolutely sure I wasn't what he wanted any longer. There was a time when I was all he ever wanted. I knew that because he told me so. He admitted that to me. There could have been a possibility that his love had not completely faded. I just needed one more chance. I just needed one last conversation… one last opportunity.
Give me a bit more of your time, and I think I could change your mind… hero…
As therapeutic as it was, introspection could lead to such futility. I shook my head of my thoughts, realizing some of what I was pondering was nonsensical in the here and now. My relationship with Link was not more important than what was currently going on in the world. The light kingdom was in peril, a demon was on the loose, a prince was lost, and a dragon king was nowhere to be found. My task was to help in finding the dragon king. Xavier certainly put himself in a wayward position. Why would he ever think of joining a monster like Ghirahim? What made the dragon king think he would get away with such a scheme? Did he not realize the consequences if he failed? Apparently not, however, it was going to be a sad price to pay for him. The thirst for power often made for insidious bedfellows. Zant was a good example of such.
I was certain the people of Dragon Roost had no idea what their king was up to either. If they ever learned of Xavier's treachery, there could possibly be mayhem in his court. The vacant seat of the throne could lead to a vacuum for power, even with Elbourne being the rightful heir. In some ways, it was wise for Zelda to withhold some of Xavier's misgivings from her generals and the dragon queen until this conflict was over. The added information would suit no one at this time. I hoped we found him soon, and I hoped he was unharmed. To be frank, a part of me felt for the king, but there was nothing I could do to save him from his fate. Zelda did say there would be a reckoning when she confronted him in my realm. I had no idea what that would be, but a tribunal seemed imminent.
You better pray the light queen has a little more mercy for you sire… I see nothing keeping you from her retribution…
Thoughts of the king's fate soon went to the wayside, as a giant shadow loomed overhead and I looked heavenward. There, atop a mighty illumasaurian, was another Roostian prince flying about. What a sight the dragons were. Elbourne had told me about their splendor, but to see them in action was simply a marvel. The rider's name was Rowen. I remember being informed that he was Xavier's brother. He must have been worried incessantly about his kin, but I wonder if he knew of all of his misgivings. Was he aware of any of Xavier's plans? Was he just as in the dark as the rest of us? Or, was he potentially an accomplice? Would he seize power if his brother or his nephew was not found? I did not want to jump to conclusions, but from my experience, the Roostians seemed to be a very ambitious people… a people who yearned to spread their borders. Ambition had its place, but it seemed to get some of these light dwellers into a great deal of trouble.
You can't go thinking every Roostian is like Xavier or Elbourne…
As if in tandem with my thoughts, the prince came swooping down and hovered close to me and the mid-guard of the battalion I was traveling with. The white dragon created a bit of turbulence as it closed in upon us, but the skilled rider knew how to keep the dragon gliding so the cavalry would not disperse from the winds. Prince Rowen was equipped with a double axe and dragon scale armor. The midday sun allowed his remarkable hazel eyes to shine. His greying platinum blonde hair looked more silver than anything. I had to admit he was quite the sight atop that white dragon. He raised his helmet and then spoke directly to me.
"How are you fairing my queen?" he called. "The sun isn't too much for you?"
I was slightly surprised he was so thoughtful regarding my wellbeing. No one else had bothered to ask.
"I'm quite well good sir!" I replied. "Thank you for the inquiry!"
Rowen nodded, then spoke to the generals in my company, Gunter and Maximillion.
"I want to check that densely wooded forest ahead! There's a chance I might be able to spot some rovers from above!"
Gunter and Maximilion both nodded.
"You know the skies better than we do!" Gunter stated. "Go on ahead!"
"Just be mindful of your velocity on your way back! Your wind gusts are pretty strong for some of the cavalry down here!" Maximillion warned.
Rowen nodded.
"Indeed! Indeed! I'll be back!"
With that, the prince lowered his helmet and took off, after whistling for his dragon to spur ahead. The aftereffect was a bit of a ground swell, but no one was disturbed from their horses. I couldn't help but admire the magnificence of the animal.
Imagine a Twili version of such a creature… perhaps that was what Elbourne had in mind all along… a breeding program to create a new kind of dragon…
I kept my eyes fixed on Rowen in the distance, when I suddenly thought of the unpredictable heir to the dragon throne, Elbourne. What an enigmatic man that dragon prince was. He was many things, but more than anything he was a mystery. The moment I saw his face, I thought I was seeing a ghost from my memories. I remember first meeting him and just staring at him. He was so beautiful, but he was so beautiful because he looked just like Link. For a moment, I thought he was the hero. How could such a man exist? Elbourne merely smirked, probably used to such glances at that point. I for one was momentarily shocked. His father introduced us and Xavier could not have been more clever in his processions. He knew introducing his son with that face was going to garner my attention. Xavier may not have been aware of my feelings for Link, but after knowing I traveled with the hero, I sensed he knew I would find meeting his son intriguing.
It was never a coincidence… none of the moves the dragon king made were a coincidence…
It didn't take long for Elbourne and me to get… political. It was actually after his third visit to my realm. The portal to Dragon Roost had been firmly established, negotiations regarding certain aspects of trade were underway, and we made promises related to our emissaries. The sexual nature of our relationship began after dinner of that visit. I expected he would be an incredible lover and he was… again… and again… and again. When he made love to me he was so vigorous... so connected in those heated passionate moments. He was like an insatiable sex phoenix. However, that was all it was. Elbourne made that very clear to me. Once it was over, there was very little in the way of conversation or intimacy, real intimacy. He talked about his dragons, his plans for Dragon Roost if he were king, and how interesting he found the Twilight Realm. He said the typography was different from any place he had traveled to. He often spoke about his nature walks as well throughout my realm.
Now, I wouldn't describe myself as an emotional Twili. I wouldn't even describe myself as a sensitive Twili, but I did find it odd that Elbourne could simply turn off his sexual prowess as soon as he could turn it on. Even I appreciated the cuddling time that took place after sex. However, for the dragon prince, when it was over, it was truly over. No cuddling. No sweet kisses. Nothing. It all was strictly business. Even with our attempted conversations, his answers were short and direct. I could never get past his barrier. However, as with any circumstance, there were a few exceptions. This included when he was in the mood to talk, and, on occasion, conversations about Queen Zelda. When he spoke about Zelda, he revealed the most about himself, so he kept those discussions short.
I knew even then what his weakness was…
I remember telling him, that when he talked about the light queen that was the only time he genuinely smiled. Not a snarky smile, not a charismatic smile, but a real one. She was also the only person that brought out his sadness. Just as much joy could light up his eyes at her name, so could sorrow. He sounded slightly bitter about something she said to him and that was when I realized he was in love with her. Queen Zelda wasn't just another woman… she was the woman to Elbourne. He even said her name a few times when he made love to me. I wasn't offended because I had my own indiscretions when mistaking him for Link at times, but it was clear who he was thinking about when he was with me. He was thinking about her. So, it was fitting that the light queen was in the search party looking for him. Elbourne would be ecstatic to see her, whether she was with Link or not.
That should be an interesting reunion… to be a fly on the wall in that conversation…
I chuckled to myself, but then glanced over when I caught both generals staring at me. They made it quite clear I was not a welcome addition to the search party, but they appeased me any way.
"Does seeing Hyrule Field spring up any memories for you my lady?" Gunter asked.
The Roostian's manners seemed to rub off on him.
"Indeed it does," I replied. "I was just thinking about how beautiful this world is."
"I'm certain the Twilight Realm is a marvel in itself," he went on.
I nodded.
"It is. You would have to see it to understand its splendor."
Maximillion grunted before he chimed in.
"As long as that splendor stays beyond the veil," he said smartly.
I didn't think a comment like that was warranted, but I suppose protective men will be protective at all cost.
"My people are well aware how you light dwellers feel about them," I stated. "I have no desire, nor do any of my people, have any desire to go 'beyond the veil' of our world."
Maximillion seemed to have more to say.
"Unless you're a Roostian of course."
I narrowed my eyes at him.
"I would mind my words if I were you," I warned. "I owe you no explanation as you are not her majesty. However, you gave the light queen your word to protect me while I aide in this search. Put your anger aside and remember that I am a queen as well. Respect warranted is also respect given."
Maximillion had nothing more to say to me as he trekked forward a bit more on his steed. Gunter stayed closer to my side and stared after his long time comrade and friend.
"Forgive him my lady. Sometimes we fossils are stuck in our ways."
I stared after him too.
"I have a great de-petrification potion if he needs it."
Unexpectedly, Gunter chuckled at my joke.
"That was pretty good my lady."
I then glanced over at him and winked.
"I try."
Gunter chuckled again, but then looked to the forests ahead.
"This may not be the easiest or the quickest way of finding the king, but I am hopeful with those dragon wings."
I looked heavenward again.
"He may find him on his own with that dragon."
Gunter nodded.
"He might."
My gaze shifted back to Maximillion, who apparently was the more stubborn of the two generals present. The tension had never really gone away since the meeting with the queen. We had been walking on cuckoo shells the entire time. I appreciated Gunter's efforts in trying to make things more amiable, but I understood Maximillion's frustrations too. If Hyrule had established some illegal portals in my realm, I would be angry as well. I completely understood where Maximillion was coming from. But, as the Hylian adage goes, 'it was time to let bygones be bygones'. It was time to let our misgivings go. We had more important business to attend to. Of course, it was easy for me to dispel such reservations because I was the culprit. However, it was a decision I had to make. Politics was a messy arena, but it was an arena nonetheless. There were casualties in war. These men above anyone should have understood that. Hyrule had its fair share of casualties.
Perhaps Maximilion is in need of a history lesson…
I appreciated the solidarity to their queen. I even respected it, but we were going to need to work together as a unit. We needed a game plan. I was not a wartime strategist, but I was a quick learner. I wanted these men to know I was going to be of use to them. The light queen mentioned her generals were men known for their instincts and loyalty. I could see both. She also mentioned they both served under her father, and were part of his special envoy when he was alive. That information was important considering the potential enemy we were up against. Ghirahim was unpredictable, and that unpredictability made him extremely dangerous.
What is our plan for a surprise attack?
I was beginning to worry, something I did not usually do. However, I couldn't displace this… this premonition of something foreboding on the horizon. Queen Constance was able to deter a declaration of war by Dragon Roost, but what happens if we cannot find Xavier? What if he is dead? What then? Will the Roostians declare war stating the dragon king was last seen with the Queen of Hyrule? Would they then declare war on me and my people since he was last seen in my world as well? What then? These questions were inquiries I hoped not to have any answers for anytime soon. No one wanted war. No one. All it left was tears and bloodshed.
Let's find you sire… let's find you and get you home…
As we rode on, I began to wonder if our large cavalry was being put to the best use. It was apparent Gunter had the same idea as he giddied a little farther ahead to speak with Maximillion about dividing the brigade. I only knew that because I could hear them speaking.
"We would cover more ground if we separated," Gunter suggested. "Besides, there would be way too many of us heading towards Dragon Roost Impasse. The Roostians might see that as an act of aggression towards them."
Maximillion nodded.
"I agree," he said, then glanced my way. "Where should her majesty go in that case?"
Gunter followed suit and looked at me too.
"Should we ask her?" he suggested. "Maybe that would be the most diplomatic approach."
Maximillion grunted.
"I think it's obvious who she would choose to go with," he assumed. "I haven't been the greatest of companions, and she seems to have more of a camaraderie with you."
I raised a brow.
This man has no idea how I work…
I saw that was my cue. I rode up slowly on my steed and stopped short of the rear of Maximillion's horse. The general merely glanced my way, when Gunter spoke to me more formally.
"It seems we have hit a crossroad my lady," he said. "We are going to have to split our battalion. I am going to take five hundred men, while my colleague will take the other. Who would you like to accompany?"
I stared at the generous Gunter, but then cut my eyes to the cold and distant Maximillion. It was then I made my decision.
"General Maximillion… my life is in your hands," I answered quietly.
The general stared at me taken aback.
"I beg your pardon? You want to go with me and my men?"
I nodded, then smirked.
"I think we could learn a great deal from each other. I may surprise you when the time comes."
Maximillion was obviously not happy with this outcome.
"My lady… this is not a time for games. If you prefer the company of General Gunter, then please go with him. Time is of the essence."
His displeasure furthered my stance.
"I understand the expediency of this mission my lord, and that is why I made the decision I made. I'm going with you."
Gunter merely grinned, while Maximillion scowled.
"It seems the decision is made," the former goaded.
Maximillion said nothing, his frustration was apparent.
Gunter then signaled for Rowen to come back towards us. The dragon prince caught the hand gesture on his second fly over. He came towards us quickly but stopped short, which admittedly sent a few trotting backwards in the cavalry. The prince lifted his helmet to show Gunter he had his attention.
"Have you found something?" he asked.
The general shook his head.
"No," Gunter replied, "but we are about to split up. Our brigade is too large circulating as we are. We could cover more ground if we separated. I think you should accompany me because I am heading towards Dragon Roost Impasse. General Maximillion and her majesty will lead the second charge in the opposite direction, Hyrule Field is vast and this effort may take days."
Rowen nodded, obviously approving of the idea. He then spoke to me.
"Does this decision please you my lady?"
I nodded.
"It does," I reassured. "General Maximillion will be a great escort in this endeavor."
Maximillion merely looked my way. I returned his look with a smile. Rowen saw no further need to dawdle.
"It's settled then. It might be wiser for you to stay away from Dragon Roost at this moment my queen. The climate has changed significantly since her majesty, Queen Constance, got back."
That was a revelation. Gunter appeared concerned.
"How so?" he asked.
Rowen paused.
"The people are growing more and more anxious with the king's disappearance. If we don't find him soon, I may not be the only dragon rider taking to the skies. My people are loyal to my brother to a fault. You may see hundreds of dragon riders looking for their king. Let's be off."
That certainly didn't sound like good news.
Gunter and Maximillion were both alerted to that possibility.
"We should," Maximillion said. "I will head north east, while you head towards Eldin and the Dragon Roost Impasse. Perhaps we can intercept him before it's too late." Those were sobering words. Maximillion then looked over at me. "Whatever surprises you have, be ready to use them when the time comes my lady."
He had no idea what I was capable of. I was more than ready.
"Agreed."
Afterwards, we separated into two brigades. Prince Rowen, Gunter, and his men headed for Dragon Roost Impasse, while Maximillion, I, and his men headed for the open plains of Hyrule Field. The reality just got more sober. I wished General Gunter and his men good fortunes. I also hoped the path I was taking with Maximillion would garner success. One thing was for certain, there too many unknowns while traveling through this world of light. I hoped we would get some answers soon.
Xavier… where are you?
~SSS~
Dragon Roost Impasse, nightfall, Gunter
"You have to promise me you will be as loyal to my daughter as you have been to me…"
I didn't know what to say except what was expected of me.
"I will protect her with my life sire."
The king didn't have much longer. The wound he sustained in battle was a mortal one. I knew he would succumb soon. Daphnes closed his eyes only a moment later and expired. I never knew I could experience such despair. That was a dark day for me and my comrades. We watched as our sovereign and friend was ambushed and killed. Zelvious, Maximillion, and I were never the same after that day. Daphnes died in my arms with his eyes still slightly ajar.
I should have been a better scout for you sire…
That image of my friend still haunted me. I knew King Daphnes when I was a boy, me and my other two brethren. Zelvious and Maximillion were not my blood, but they were my brothers. We all took it personally when Daphnes died. We should have been there for him. We should have sniffed out the trap that led to his death. In any such case, when we returned to Hyrule, I could not begin to describe the depth of his queen's despair. Quistis literally had an emotional breakdown. It was her mother-in-law, the queen mother, Zelda the Sage of Time, that was the pillar of those dark days. The princess learned and became a queen from her grandmother. Unfortunately, fate would take both of the princess's guiding lights in death by another tragic incident. Some say Quistis's and the queen mother's deaths were coincidental, but me and my friends always believed there was a killer about trying to snuff out the royal family. We made it our duty to protect Zelda at all cost.
The princess was very mature for her age, the maturest sixteen year old I ever did see. She was forced to grow up. In many ways, she reminded me of my own daughter. I have one the same age as she is now. Back then it was all about guidance, but more assuredly, it was also about safety. I was suspicious of everyone, especially of one of the men who became her advisors by the name of Vincent Rue Morgue. Though I had no evidence, I was quite certain he was the instigator of the crimes against her family. He was only a few years older than she at the time, but his family was well connected and had deep ties to the aristocracy who resisted the Nohanseens. His grandfather was no exception to this rule. Nevertheless, my worries became nil when news of his death reached my ear years later. I was glad he was gone.
He was a monster and a miscreant…
A soldier's life was supposed to be a simple one, but given my previous predilections, I could hardly call my life such. I was more than a man who followed orders. I was a man who also understood how complicated the world of Hyrule truly was. These trees, these forests, these hills and valleys… they were more than just lands and provinces, they were power. They were absolute power to some. There was a great deal of blood shed that soaked these green reeds. It always left me longing for peace. War left a man's heart weary, unless he was a madman. Unless he was like this creature… this Ghirahim. Would the world be plunged into darkness once more? Would the people have to suffer because of one monster's ego? I never understood the thirst for power, but alas, I am a simple man living in a complicated world.
I wish I could make sense of it all…
I looked up and watched as one of the greatest dragon riders ever flew with us, Rowen the Cleaver. He was not given that name simply for formalities. His double axe could slice a man in two if he was not wearing armor. I had seen it with my own eyes. I had seen it the day King Daphnes fell. We were allies then and we were allies now, but the task at hand was now in search for another king… his brother. King Xavier of Dragon Roost was a riddle to me. I understood him as a man of ambition, a man for his people. I knew him since we were both boys too. My gut tells me he is missing because his ambition took him away from where he needed to be, Dragon Roost. Xavier always had the gusto that I sometimes sensed Daphnes lacked, but it was also what potentially made him dangerous. He and the former king used to be best friends before their friend ship went sour. There was a part of me that felt Xavier had something to do with Daphnes's death, but I could never prove it. I simply see what my eyes show me.
All kings have their secrets…
I've been a soldier a long time. These last years of my life I thought would have been quiet, but it seemed there would be no peace any time soon. Heading this brigade, I wasn't sure what I was heading in to. We were looking for the king, but where was he? I just hoped this wasn't some elaborate trap. Was Xavier tricking us in some way? But then, how could I account for his brother's presence? I couldn't. Even so, I was at the mid-guard and I was all in. There was no turning back once I took a mission. I've fought, bled, and negotiated for my men. There was very little I wouldn't do for them. I would even die for them. My only wish was that my family would forgive me for leaving them sooner than I anticipated. My daughter was my world since her mother passed, she and her brother. My son was a spitting image of me. He would know what to do if he heard of my passing. I had faith in my family. I had faith in my family like I had faith in my queen.
My queen…
Queen Zelda continued to surprise me. I used to think of her as a recluse and timid, but she had shown great strength as of late. I imagine that is because of the company she had been keeping. One couldn't help but be inspire by the Hero of Twilight. The lad was half my age and he inspired me. He inspired the people. It would be fitting if he became Hyrule's next king. Queen Zelda needs a strong man next to her. He will help her as she will help him. The perfect compliments of each, just like two pieces of the Triforce.
Congratulations my lady, you won't end up and old maid after all…
However, I must admit that in this instance of peril on the world, it was giving me a deep sense of dread. I hoped and prayed Queen Constance was able to warn her people in time and they took the proper measures. I did not want her counselors thinking Hyrule was attempting a coup of the draconian throne. The last thing Hyrule wanted was a civil war. Relations with the Roostians were amiable at best, but that didn't negate the tension between our nations. Dragon Roost wanted to spread its wings, figuratively and literally. Their saurian cultivation was proof of that. However, there was only so much room a mountain could contain. Soon, the dragon masters were going to attempt to head west… to Hyrule. It was true the hero and the queen could stop the dragons with their powers, but the dragons were not halted by anyone else… and there were thousands of dragons in Dragon Roost. With the queen and the hero away, this would be the perfect opportunity for Dragon Roost to make a move. The closer we rode to Dragon Roost, the closer I felt we were inching into a cleverly designed trap.
Would they be so bold without their king? Or is his disappearance perhaps a ploy of this game of cat and mouse?
Even so, I had no proof of such a premonition, and I couldn't live on instincts alone, I needed evidence. And the sooner we got to Dragon Roost the sooner we could deal with this crisis. Prince Rowen, my brigade, and I traveled into Death Mountain overpass leading into the kingdom of Dragon Roost. The overpass was not meant for an army the size of the one I was commanding. The roadway was narrow, allowing only a triple file alignment while we marched up. There was no commodious landscape to take advantage of our numbers. The tall mountain bluffs were particularly dangerous because we could easily be attacked from above with no real defense. Rowen was the perfect diversion for that. In all that time, we hadn't seen hide or hair of Xavier. It was nightfall, and I was starting to fear the worst. There was no telling what animal had gotten to him if he fell victim to the elements. We needed to find him and find him quickly.
Where are you Xavier? This world is not done with you yet…
I contemplated this as my men and I continued our way through the impasse. However, as time advanced on, a sudden and strange dark cloud captured overhead and caused a sharp demarcation in the heavens. Rowen was caught off guard too and had to dive bomb towards the mountain to prevent his saurian from getting attacked. Perplexed as to what was going on, I held up my hand to keep my men from going forward any farther behind me, and also called to the foreguard to halt them from advancing in front of me. Something was definitely amiss, and my misgivings only deepened.
"What in Hylia's dear name...?"
Rowen was hovering on his saurian in the narrow space. This was getting increasingly dangerous. The flap of Solaris's wings could send a few of my men flying off the edge. He needed to be careful.
The dragon lord pulled up his helmet and stared at the dark cloud with unease.
"What sorcery is this?" he said more to himself than anyone else.
It was a good question. And as if on cue, the ball of darkness suddenly submerged into the crevice where we were all gathered and hovered on the ground in front of us. There wasn't a dull expression in my brigade. My men were on full alert. However, I did not want them to give way to fear.
"Hold your ranks!" I called. "Hold your ranks!"
There was a bit of neighing from some unsettled horses, but no one broke ranks. However, the unease was palpable. The cloud was pitch black and hovered about in a peculiar fashion. Honestly, it looked to be taunting us, as if it were cognizant… alive. It then drew upon itself and created a ball of dark energy. This was something I certainly had never seen before.
"What in Hylia's dear name-?" I couldn't finish.
One of my officers in the back then rode up next to me.
"General, have you seen an apparition like this before?" he asked.
I shook my head. I had never seen anything like it.
I have no idea what this might be…
"We'll hold back and see what's to become of it," I ordered. "It may be effecting the other side of the mountain as well. Go sound my order."
The officer nodded and saluted, but was not comforted by my words. However, he did as he was instructed and alerted the brigade.
"Hold your ranks!" he called out. "Fall in formation! Hold your rank and fall into formation!"
The Hylian army followed the order implicitly. Meanwhile, the ball of darkness slowly got bigger and bigger, which put me more ill at ease. I glanced over at Rowen, who was looking over at me. He and I both held the same expression. This situation was turning out to be much, much worse.
What the hell is going on here? Just what had the queen stumbled upon?
I had a terrible feeling I was about to find out.
~SSS~
Meanwhile, the impasse view from the sky, Rowen
"Your highness, may I present to you Lady Constance of house Concade," the steward of the ceremonies announced. "A rare and lovely jewel from the seafaring shores of Balaam."
Admittedly, in that first moment I met Constance, I was struck by how lovely she was. She had the most beautiful green eyes I had ever seen. My brother was a lucky man. I knew father arranged a high class lady for him, but Xavier was fortunate she was beautiful too. Constance came forward and curtsied as any formal lady would. She smiled at me graciously, and I had to remember for a moment I was affianced myself. My beloved Gwendolyn was standing right next to me and she greeted Constance with the same graciousness as my Gwen was known for.
"Greetings my lady."
"Welcome to Dragon Roost," I added.
"Thank you for having me," Constance replied. "I have heard many great things about you dragon masters."
Gwendolyn grinned.
"Everything you heard is true," she joked. "The dragon pits are indeed real."
Both Gwendolyn and Constance giggled. It was a lovely sound. Afterwards, she glanced over at my brother who was looking right at her. When their eyes locked, she blushed like an adolescent. It was then I knew she was in love with my brother, as most of the maidens in the court were. It didn't hurt that he was heir to the throne as well. I had no ill will towards my brother Xavier. I respected him a great deal. In many ways, I wanted to be like him. But, just as I knew Constance was instantly in love with my brother, I knew he wasn't in love with her at all. His heart was still broken from another girl from Balaam, the beautiful Princess Quistis. In many ways, I felt for Constance because I knew Xavier would never love her like she loved him, but he would do his duty and marry her to secure the throne, his birthright.
I never forgot the glee in Constance's eyes that day. However, after the wedding, and with my brother no longer able to keep a false facade, Constance found out how lonely her existence was to be with Xavier. His treatment of her angered me. I didn't understand his cruelty of her when he chose her. Constance was betrothed. She had no say so in the matter, and for my brother to give her false expectations frustrated me. I often spoke to him about it, but he ignored me, calling me a fool. I saw nothing foolish in wanting him to be kind to a good woman. Unfortunately for me, while I was concerned with him, tragedy came to my own life. My beloved Gwendolyn died giving birth to our second son. Her first pregnancy was high risk. She wasn't supposed to be able to get pregnant again. However, I assumed it was a gift from the goddesses when she became with child once more.
Even so, Gwendolyn's second labor led to her bleeding to death. I never forgave myself for her passing. It even shook my faith for a few years. Nevertheless, I devoted my life to raising my sons and keeping the memory of their mother alive. I never remarried. I never wanted to… at least, not to any of the ladies my councilmen suggested. There was a woman, but I could never be with her. The person who comforted me the most when my Gwen died was Constance. I already had an inkling for her when I first met her, but I started falling in love with her when I witnessed how kind and thoughtful she really was. She sang at my dead wife's wake and made sure my sons wanted for nothing in the succeeding days and years. I never heard such a beautiful voice. I knew then I needed to stay away from her in order not to commit an act of disloyalty to my brother or my nephew.
I also made it my mission to be kind to my wayward nephew Elbourne. I did not understand my brother's cruelty to him either. If anything, Elbourne looked and acted just like his father. He was an ambitious Draco like all the Draco bloodline. There was something deeper there. Something I did not understand, but I was not going to allow my nephew to grow up in this wayward world without a proper male figure to look up to. I made it my mission to mold Elbourne into a respectable young man. By all intensive purposes, he lived up to every goal set out for him. He graduated top of his class. He was the best dragon rider in all of Hyrule, not Dragon Roost, Hyrule. Elbourne was born to succeed his father. And yet… yet there was something else there. A darkness that dwelled within him that prevented him from being the good man he could have always been. I had seen it a few times myself, but he fought against it. He fought against his urge to be cruel. I think too, that was due to the gentle hand of Constance. Elbourne adored his mother more than any other woman in the kingdom. I wanted him to succeed, but only if it meant the flourishing and advancement of our people, not oppression. No oppressor would cull Dragon Roost into the dark ages, not even if he was my nephew.
I will always protect Dragon Roost first… even over my family…
My thoughts brought me back to the present. Seeing this black cloud of death fly overhead reminded me of all that could be lost if we did not find my brother, but also of the greater threats cleaving the world. What exactly was going on here? What was this evil the world was about to experience? Did we even stand a chance defending against it? The cloud sent Solaris and I into the throes of a rotunda. We escaped by my experience of riding out a storm, but what was this… this cloud? A feeling of foreboding sank within my stomach. For some strange reason I had a feeling if my brother were here he would possibly have an answer.
Dear goddesses Xavier… where are you? What is this?
Unfortunately, my company and I were soon about to find out.
~SSS~
Meanwhile, on the other side of Hyrule Field, Maximillion
I believe my brother in arms was trying to teach me a lesson in humility by having the twilight queen choose me, when it clearly would have been better for her to choose him. At this point, I was in no mood to argue. I wanted to get this venture over with, find the king, and return back to the castle. The added responsibility of looking after another monarch was not what I had in mind, but she was part of my duty, so I would protect her with my life. Such is the life of a man of Hyrule, a true man of Hyrule.
I glanced over at the exotic queen and saw that she was keeping stride with the rest of the cavalry. It was nightfall now, and a dull hue of amber radiated off her body. It was beautiful, but I wondered if her essence was dangerous for far off scouts. Or, perhaps it would have the opposite effect and have the king find us easier. Her radiance could be seen from anywhere on the field. It must have been a distinction of her world from ours. Even so, I had to admit the Queen of Twilight was an excellent rider. She could hold her own. She did not complain once. She had a thoughtful expression, which made me wonder what was going on in that beautiful head of hers. Yes, I thought she was beautiful. Just because I did not want her in my company, did not mean I could not admire her for her apparent charms.
Queen Midna seemed to excel in historical knowledge of Hyrule when she spoke. I took note of how she traversed the landscape and made mention of battles that had taken place there when she was conversing with some of my men. I found that intriguing, and bore the question of how close the Roostian royal family had really been to the Twilight Realm over the years. Was the passageways only the beginning? I had no idea of knowing, but something told me Xavier was probably going to wish he were not found once he was. There were only so many places a man of his stature could hide before he was recognized. He was a king.
This was why I hated politics. I warned my late friend, King Daphnes, to be mindful of the company he kept when it came to Xavier. We all grew up together. I even considered Xavier my friend at one point in time. However, I noticed a change in him after Daphnes was affianced to Princess Quistis. If there was one thing I knew, it was that Xavier was madly in love with Quistis. He had his eye on her before Daphnes did. To be quite honest, Daphnes was actually in love with another girl. A girl his parents forbade him from seeing. She was a peasant girl, but I had never seen Daphnes so happy… or so heartbroken. In a way, Daphnes should have been honest with Quistis and perhaps she would have reconsidered rejecting the advances of Xavier. All I knew was, that whole incident left Xavier very bitter, bitter enough for him to start hating his once best friend. Xavier had always presented himself with an air of respect, but I knew, hell, everyone knew, how angry he was in not being able to marry Quistis. I often wondered if that was what sealed Daphnes's fate. Did Xavier really allow his jealousy to plot the downfall of his best friend? Of course, I had no evidence Xavier ever betrayed him, only suspicions. Only suspicions and conjecture.
I certainly hope you aren't the man I think you are Xavier…
My thoughts brought me back to the present. The queen had settled back and was riding next to me again in the mid-guard. I was not about to allow her to be exposed at the fore or the bow of my battalion. She was a high risk, high valued target. I had to deal with her protection as much as the scouting of the king. I wanted and hoped to find him soon, but after several hours and dozens of miles, our search was fruitless thus far. I certainly hoped he hadn't succumbed to the elements, or worse, got attacked by a bear. My men were in good spirits, but I could sense their spirits waning. I even heard some of them complain about Hyrulean resources being used for a 'Roostian matter'. That was what they did not understand. This was more than a 'Roostian matter'. According to the twilight queen and Queen Zelda, Xavier was both seen in their company. His disappearance could have been seen as an act of war from the Roostian stand point.
In this case, the less they know the better…
There was also the curious case of the missing dragon prince. We had seen no trace of him either. I was aware the queen, the hero, and the goddess were looking for him, but there was a chance we could have ran into him too. Even so, we had no such luck. I certainly had my misgivings with the young man, but considering how much I knew about his father, I also hoped no harm came to him. There was even talk that he wasn't as 'cruel' as everyone spoke of. In fact, I heard through the gossip mavens that he could be very generous when he wanted to be. He never publicized it. He just did it.
There was the famous lore about him buying an old woman a home in secret so she could take care of her grandchildren. He found out about this through his servant, his steward. However, when asked about it he would deny it. Then, there was the mysterious matter of the 'platinum blonde' man who killed a group of soldiers taking advantage of some 'unfortunate' women in the Red Lantern District. Rumor had it that the men were eaten alive by a black dragon. That seemed like an 'Elbourne' thing to do. However, the saving of the women was more suspect. When confronted with this story, the dragon prince never confirmed or denied anything. I found the dragon prince to be more enigmatic than his father, forging both respect and disdain due to his dealings with people. However, it was hard to peg him as one respective 'thing'. He was complicated like all people. Even now, I couldn't make an accurate determination.
What could have happened to him? Is he dead? Is he lost in translation somewhere in the world?
I didn't have much time to let my thoughts mill, because suddenly a dark cloud of particles cast over the already darkened sky. This was unexpected. The twilight monarch riding next to me was taken aback too.
"What in the…?" she uttered.
"'What in the' indeed my lady," I finished for her.
I was uneasy with the finding. What in the world was this thing and why was it hovering directly over us? I immediately sounded the order to gather my troops together. I was taking no chances.
"Proceed in battle formation!" I called out. "Fall into your ranks!"
The men obeyed the order implicitly.
Afterwards, I glanced over to see about the twilight queen in my company.
"Are you alright your majesty? It would be wise if you stuck close to me my lady."
The queen merely nodded at my question and suggestion, but her focus was still on the strange precipitation in the sky.
"What do you suppose that is?" she asked more to herself than to me.
I stared at the distorted image for a long time before shaking my head.
"I have no idea," I replied honestly, but then repeated, "but please stay close to the group."
At my beckoning, Queen Midna brought her horse in closer to mine. Afterwards, the particles in the sky rotated and shifted into a ball, then floated down to the surface and hovered over the grassy expanse right in front of us. As the particulates hovered ever closer, a feeling of dread developed within the pit of my stomach. That was not an easy feeling for me to surmise. I was a man of war, but something about this even had me mystified. This promised to be a nuisance.
"Dear Hylia," I whispered, "what now?"
~SSS~
Nightfall at the underground catacombs of Hyrule, Shad
Governance was often its own master. For it to be successful, one required the cooperation of its citizens it oversaw. In this instance, in the present, governance seemed to be a fleeting ideal. The devolution into anarchy was becoming the prevailing sentiment. The citizens of Hyrule were restless. They were trying to adjust to their new surroundings, to a new way of living, but as with all change, the people were becoming increasingly frustrated with their meager accommodations, and understandably so.
The catacombs were dark and dank, with poor air quality, and terrible ventilation. The fixtures of cobwebs and soot seemed more suitable for nightmares than everyday furnishings. Children were whining, crying, and protesting the terrifying surroundings of skulls, apertures where graves rested, and occasional frights from spiders. There were stories to be told of such sights, but now wasn't the time to incite them. Cauldrons to cook food were difficult to keep lit with the dew ridden air, and the creek that bobbled the only means of fresh water into the crypt was only accessible for a few families at a time, leaving long lines for thirsty people. The Eternal Well didn't feel so eternal right now. Even so, this uncomfortable, dreary place was the safest location to be when a disaster struck on the surface. These were siege protocols. The people understood this, but had gotten too comfortable in the last seven years to remember. When the queen had to protect everyone, we were living in siege protocols then too. It was difficult, but we made it because Hylians were resilient people. I hoped the citizens would call on some of that resilience to get them through these troublesome times.
I was left in charge of the catacombs along with General Zelvious, a man who had enacted the siege protocols seven years earlier under Zant's reign. I was grateful he was here. He gave the much needed insight to details I may have overlooked. He was the one who had the families designated into groups of one hundred and picked out specific tunnels for each group. The networking in the undercroft was vast, but each tunnel had a number carved into each entryway. This allowed for the groups to find their areas much easier if they had ever gotten lost, or separated. That was a detail instituted by Link the Great. The Hero of Time was a brilliant strategist and tactician. He had the forethought to make sure the well and the caves were accessible to the people. Zelvious was patient, constantly reassuring the wayward people. It was a noble task, but it was difficult trying to reassure an anxious group that wanted to hear what they wanted to hear, instead of what they needed to hear. There were even some vocal abdicators in our midst. However, Zelvious warned them, if they left they would not be let back in, and they would have to fend for themselves. That stopped the minor mutiny for now. We just hoped no one decided to do anything drastic.
Just don't implode. It hasn't even been a full twenty four hours yet.
Zelvious then came back over to where I was sitting and sat down next to me. He looked spent.
"Are you doing alright?" I asked.
He nodded.
"How do you think the others are faring?" Zelvious's concern with the despondent crowds never went away.
I wasn't sure.
"I don't know, but they are all competent in their abilities, so I wouldn't worry too much."
Zelvious did not reply right away, he just gave another nod. All we could do is hope in these circumstances. Hope and endure.
"I suppose you're right," he said finally.
I was not so sure.
I better be right.
Zelvious and I both stared at the restless crowds. The discontented faces were getting more and more disgruntled. There was a constant low hum of complaining from the crowd of Hylians. The edict from her majesty spoke of a threat. It spoke of Ghirahim. As with all threats, there was an immediate sense of urgency. There was a sense of goodwill and helping of one's neighbor. However, it hadn't even been a full day, and the people were already ready to renege on the promises they made to her majesty. Having a plot of land and a plate of good food in comfortable surroundings seemed more important than the overall goodwill to the queen. The dissatisfaction was also having the added effect of anger. All it was going to take was a spark for that to flourish. This promised to make things worse as time went on. There was nothing more unnerving than a cynical group, because a cynical group could turn into a cynical mob. And, the crypt was already a pit of terrors, an eruption if mayhem would only make it worse. Zelvious staved it off before, but it was starting up again.
"How long are we to stay down here?" an irritable woman demanded from a cave. "I have a kneading trough business to attend to!"
"Yeah! It's been hours and we have heard nothing!" another man added. "This is ridiculous."
"If this Ghirahim was such a threat, why hasn't he done anything yet?" a second man shouted. "We have a right to know!"
I stood and walked over to the terrace overlooking the undercroft. The people shouting were looking back up at me in disdain. It shocked me how quickly people seemed to get amnesia. How could people think their kneading troughs were more important than their safety? What news did they expect me to bring them when I was down here with them? This was truly preposterous. I had no answers for them and all my showing did was seem to embolden them more... in a negative way. The people that spoke before garnered more strong opinions.
"Are you going to say anything? Or are you just going to stare at us?" another woman demanded.
"She's right!" another man agreed. "When were you going to tell us anything? Are we supposed to wait down here like good sheep? Some of us have children!"
The hum from the crowd grew to a loud murmur. The infestation was starting to spread. I knew I needed to address the aggravation before it got out of hand.
This is the last thing we need right now…
I pushed my glasses up my nose and readied myself to speak.
"Look, I understand that you are all uncomfortable," I stated the obvious, "but until we have a clear picture of what is going on, it would not be wise for you to leave. I think it would be downright ludicrous."
Many of the people were openly vocal with their disapproval with that statement.
"Are you trying to tell us we can't leave?" decried a noble. "Are you forcing us to stay?"
"You can't make us stay here!" someone shouted afterward. "What's to prevent us from rushing the entrance?"
That was when Zelvious got back up and walked up next to me. He stared down at the crowd and shook his head. It seemed his patience was waning.
"Nothing prevents you, except common sense," he replied. "It is as I have told you before, we know just as much as you. We are down here with you. We don't want to make you prisoners. We can't make you prisoners. You are all free men and women in our great society. However, if you decide to leave, you forfeit the safety of this vault. I cannot and will not risk the safety of everyone for the whiles of a few. Her majesty has no reason to lie to you, nor do we. We are in siege protocols. If you cannot understand this as an edict from the queen, then you are lost. If you want to leave, leave. May Hylia be with you if you are caught alone out there, but your only window is now."
There was a hush of silence throughout the catacombs. The people seemed to have taken seriously much of what Zelvious said. That, or the defectors were only bold because they thought they had greater numbers behind them. In any such case, suddenly there was a voice that spoke up.
"Everyone, I think we need to consider what the general and her majesty's steward is saying." The voice was female. "Arguing with the people sent to protect us is foolishness. Her majesty would not want this."
I scanned the crowd to see where the voice was coming from. By the escalator, where the stairs were, was someone pushing her way through the crowd to make her way up to us. I raised a brow at why so many of the guards were letting her pass through, but apparently she had some kind of authority I was not aware of. However, when she made her appearance, I then understood who this woman was. A moment later, a beautiful brunette with light blue eyes met up with me and the general. She bowed immediately when she greeted us.
The first lady of the queen's court… but I cannot recall her name at the moment…
"Please forgive them my lord," she apologized. "They don't understand, they're just anxious."
I was slightly taken in by her beauty.
What a vision...
I merely nodded then held out my hand to her.
"We understand, and thank you for your support," I replied. "I know it is very untoward, but the queen does have everyone's best interest at heart."
The brunette nodded in agreement.
"I completely understand," she took my hand gladly, "and I understand the queen's intentions, probably better than most. I work closely with her."
I nodded.
"That's what I thought," I confirmed. "You're the queen's first lady. Forgive me, you will have to remind me of your name."
She smiled.
"That's quite alright. My name is Lydia."
"I'm pleased to make your acquaintance," I then gestured to the general. "This is commander Zelvious."
Lydia nodded.
"I'm well aware of who you gentlemen are," she spoke directly to Zelvious now. "My fiance is in your division general."
Zelvious looked at her surprised.
"Really? What's his name?"
"Ivan," she replied, "he goes by the sir name Iron Ore, due to his trade."
Zelvious nodded impressed.
"I know him very well. He's one of my best fighters."
Lydia smiled at hearing that.
"Thank you my lord, he'll be pleased to know you think that of him." She then turned her attention back to me. "If there is anything you would like for me to assist you with, I am at your beck and call."
I appreciated her willingness to help, grateful I had another ally in amongst a growing sea of doubters.
"Thank you and I think you have done a great deal already. The people seemed to have responded to your assessment of the situation."
Lydia grinned.
"That, or the commanders," she joked. "Your patience can only go so far in a crisis situation. I understand that. I think your words were like a sobering unguent."
Zelvious looked out at the crowds again.
"I certainly hope so."
Lydia went to reassure him.
"The crowd has settled down. They don't understand the danger quite the way you because you are a man of war. However, I think helping them understand their mortality was what was needed."
I nodded.
"I think so too. I noticed the murmuring had died down a bit."
Lydia looked out into the undercroft as well.
"Let's hope it dies out completely."
I looked back over at her.
"I'm glad you came forward Lady Lydia. I'm sure you'll be of great use when the time comes for it. You have a calming presence."
Lydia bowed again respectfully.
"Thank you my lord. That is what her majesty tells me."
I thought things were starting to settle down when suddenly a blood curdling scream came from one of the caves in the vault. The people assigned to the cave actively began scurrying out of the way. A full on stampede was in motion, and the guards had to redirect the bewildered people into different caves.
What in the world-?
Alerted to this, me, Zelvious, and now Lydia headed over to where the scream was. The woman that screamed was astoundingly still in the cave where the occurrence was taking place. Lydia went up to her immediately and took hold of her. Her face was pale and she looked distraught.
"Madam, are you alright?" she asked. "What happened?"
The lady was trying to catch her breath and closed her eyes.
"I saw- I saw something strange! Ghastly!" she whispered.
Lydia looked from the woman to me and the general.
"What did you see?" Zelvious asked.
The woman began to shake.
"It was a cloud!" she whispered. "It was a cloud of black miasma."
Miasma?
"A cloud?" I repeated then looked to the back of the cave and saw nothing. "A cloud where?"
Her eyes began to water.
"It was there my lord! I swear! Ask the other people!"
A chill ran down my spine. From her tone, I believed her, and from the actions of the others with her, it gave her story more credence. However, the cave as of right now appeared empty.
"My lady… there is nothing there," Zelvious said, "are you sure that's what you saw?"
The woman nodded.
"Yes! There was no mistaking it!"
Zelvious looked over at me and I at him. Lydia helped the woman off the floor and assisted her to walk. However, before anyone could speak again, one of the guards came up to the entrance of the cave.
"Commander you must come see this!" the soldier said startled.
The soldier's tone sent a sense of dread within the pit of my stomach. Zelvious wasted no time following his man, while I followed after him. Lydia got the woman situated and left her in the care of members of her group, before following after us too.
"What's going on?" Zelvious asked.
"There were a group of people trying to leave the pit during the commotion when you went down to investigate," the soldier explained. "A few left, but others were halted when a black mist came in through the door."
My ears perked.
That's exactly what the woman described.
This was not sounding good at all. Zelvious glanced back at me but did not halt his advance. Lydia was close behind, and suddenly I didn't think it was such a good idea for her to keep company with us. If something happened to her, I knew Zelda would be upset. Besides that, I did not want a young woman potentially putting her life at risk if this turned out to be a bigger threat.
"Lady Lydia perhaps you should wait with a group down here," I suggested.
She immediately protested.
"I could be of use to you. I know I may not look like much, but I can be very resourceful. I promise I won't get in the way."
I didn't have time to argue, so I let it slide for now.
"Very well, but at the first sight of danger, you will be escorted away, understand?"
Lydia nodded.
"Yes my lord."
I hope I don't live to regret this decision.
I couldn't take it back now. We continued our trek until we were back towards the terrace where we were just at. Unfortunately, we were greeted by a gruesome scene: five people lay dead, their eyes forever widened in looks of horror. Above them was this black mist, this miasma. It was hovering like a cloud. Lydia covered her mouth in shock, and Zelvious raised his arms to keep us behind him.
"Keep everyone away from the entrance," he ordered the soldier who us here. "Effective now, everyone is to stay in the tunnels with their groups!"
"Yes sir!" the soldier replied, then hurried to let others of the guard know.
I couldn't make rhyme or reason as to what was going on, but five people were already dead, and the body count was going to be much higher if this continued.
"For the love of Nayru!" I whispered.
Lydia started trembling slightly.
"What in Hylia's name is that?"
We all stared as the mist began to gather in on itself and turn itself into a ball… a big black ball of energy.
"I have no idea," Zelvious whispered, "I have no idea... but it looks like it found what it was looking for... us."
Thank you for reading.