Lost in Time, Identity and Destiny Chapter 15: What are Darunia and Nabouru Doing?, a legend of zelda fanfic

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To Find The Future, Find The Past

Chapter Fifteen

What Are Darunia and Nabouru Doing?

Zelda allowed herself to be steered through many halls and corridors by Impa. She was going over what Impa had just told her in her mind. It was a lot to digest.

Zelda remembered sitting on her bed the other day, wishing that she could understand her mathematics homework. It was hard to believe that it was only seven days ago! It seemed so trivial compared to what she had to do now.

She forced herself to listen to what Impa was saying. It was something to do with the etiquette that she would need tonight at the feast.

"Everyone will be watching you," Impa warned, "at first, at least. There will be muttering about what foods you chose. No one can sit until you do, no one can pick up their forks until you have, and no one can take a bite until you do."

"Why?" Zelda inquired. This was idiocy. Sheer idiocy. What if she didn't eat? She didn't feel very hungry, anyway. Stupid corset.

"Respect, and Loyalty." Impa told her, "You are their leader, whether you call the shots or not. People will not go where you have forbidden them to go. It's like you picking up the fork and taking a bite is saying 'alright, you can eat now'."

"Oh…" Zelda tried to make sense of it, but couldn't seem to get a grip on it. When she entered the dining hall, however, the royal blood in her seemed to take over.

She greeted the people accordingly, and the entire night went smoothly. She had no problems, as if she had been doing this her entire life. She even forgot how difficult her breathing was made because of the corset. Stupid corset.

AFTER THE FEAST

Zelda sat on the bed, her bed, as Impa raided the room.

"I know it's in here somewhere!" Impa was muttering.

"What are you looking for?" Zelda asked, moving so she could see the whirlwind of frustration that was Impa.

"A small chest," Impa mumbled, "It has six locks in the shapes of a sun, a leaf, a flame, a drop of water, a halo, and a mask. It contains something very valuable."

Zelda felt the stomach drop out from beneath her.

"Ummm… Impa?" Zelda faltered as Impa looked at her, "I— you wont find it…"

"Why not?" Impa demanded, going back to her search.

"Because it's not here." Zelda looked her in the eyes, "It's in my parents house. I took it when I visited the castle the first time."

"What!" Impa roared, enraged, "What else did you take!"

Zelda cowered under Impa's wrath. So much so that she couldn't speak. Impa saw this, and calmed herself down.

"Very well," She sighed, "We will take a trip to the outside world tomorrow. I will take you to the house, and you get out everything that you took from Hyrule, do you understand?"

"Y-yes ma'am." Zelda squeaked, petrified. Whether it was of Impa, or her parents, Zelda didn't know.

"You look uncomfortable," Impa observed out of the blue, "come here and let me loosen that corset."

Zelda stood up and removed her gown, with Impa's help. Zelda didn't worry about it this time. Impa wasn't going to see her in the nude, which was what she was worried about when she was with Micha and Sharkas.

"They did it really tight…" Impa muttered, fumbling with the knots, "Perhaps I'd better do it next time, hmm?"

"I'd prefer that it wasn't done at all." Zelda muttered dryly. Impa laughed.

"There you go!" the corset sprang out, and Zelda relaxed. She didn't feel that it was tight, anymore. It felt a bit loose, to tell the truth.

"Thank you." Zelda turned her back on Impa, seeking privacy. Impa seemed to take the hint.

"The bedclothes are in the wardrobe, on the right hand side." She walked out of the room, and closed the door.

Zelda walked over to the other side of the room and into the spacious wardrobe. She turned to her right, and chose a soft pink nightgown. Removing the restrictive undergarments, she slid the nightgown over her head.

Zelda walked back across the room and laid down on the soft bed, pulling the blankets over her body. She immediately fell asleep.

LINK'S HOUSE

Link was silent at dinner, which was not unnoticed by his brothers and sisters. Or his parents, for that matter. The guests just assumed that it was normal. He was listening to his parents argue over him, again.

"Anyway…" Darunia was saying, "I believe that it would do Link some good. He'd meet a bunch of kids his own age, who show just as much talent in swordplay as he does."

"I don't like Link playing with swords…" his mother muttered, "I'm afraid he'll get hurt."

"Come on, dear," Link came to reality to listen to his parents debate, "They would have supervision, after all. I'm sure it's perfectly safe."

Link sat back, smiling. His mother would cave. She always did. Link had always wanted to do something like this, and it was luck that this man Darunia, whoever he was, had heard that Link was good with swords. The only problem, though, was that he still hadn't heard from Zelda.

"Oh," his mother caved, finally, "Alright! But don't blame me if he gets hurt!"

Link smirked.

"I'll be alright, Mum." He reassured her, sending her a smile, which she returned.

"I know, son…" She trailed off, then came back to herself abruptly, "Oh, whatever! How much does it cost?" she looked over at Darunia.

"Nothing," He smirked, "It's a boarding school, so his education wont be neglected, either. The only hitch is that the place opens up after the summer holidays, in six months. There is another kid from around here going, too, so he wont be alone."

"Who?" Link perked up.

"A girl." Darunia looked over at the teenage boy, "About your age. My associate has gone to speak with her family now."

Link nodded.

THE NEXT DAY

Zelda stood in the stables, breathing in the musty scent.

"Are you ready to go?" Impa looked over at her, eyebrows raised.

"As I'll ever be…" Zelda eyed the white horse nervously. Impa mounted the animal in question, and beckoned for Zelda to do the same.

'Lucky I used to take horse riding lessons…' Zelda thought dryly as she hoisted herself up in front of Impa.

Impa directed the horse out of the market slowly, but took off full speed towards the forest once they were in the clear. The bandanna Zelda was wearing around her neck fluttered into her face, and she pushed it out of the way.

"We'll only be on horse until we get to the forest," she heard Impa above the roaring in her ears, "When we get there, we'll be on foot for a few hours, then we meet an old associate of mine on the outside."

Zelda nodded to show that she understood. She wouldn't be able to make herself heard over the wind, anyway.

Zelda couldn't believe that she had walked this far in a matter of hours, but it took less than an hour by horse. By the time the rather uneventful ride was over, Zelda was aching all over.

"What about the horse?" Zelda asked, following Impa into the maze.

"He'll be waiting for us when we return." Impa looked over her shoulder at the girl, "For now, though, I want to speak to Saria."

Zelda nodded. She wanted to stretch her legs, so she didn't object.

Navi, Tatl and Tael had followed Zelda and Impa out of the castle that morning, but Zelda couldn't see them. Perhaps they hadn't been able to keep up and had gone back to the castle? All the same, Zelda called out to them. All three fairies came flying out of her dress pockets, scaring the life out of her.

Zelda, Impa and the three fairies entered the Lost Woods.

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