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The Legend of Zelda: The Mercernaries Mark by anime/vidoegame freak

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A Strange Reuniting

A Tale of Love

For A Rainy Day

Bad Days Get Worse

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To Find The Future, Find The Past

Chapter Twenty Eight

Going Outside

Zelda looked at the clothes indifferently, but Zel was opposed to wearing them altogether. They were both the same size as Nabouru, so it was likely that she had sent her own clothes.

Zelda changed as soon as Saria closed the door behind them. She was now sitting and arguing with Zel to change into her own outfit.

"But it looks too revealing!" Zel protested, eying the clothes that Zelda was wearing. She had on a purple sleveless, with dark blue hip-hugger jeans, a sequin belt that matched her top, and black sandals. Zelda had also run a hairbrush, that she had borrowed from a Kokiri girl, through her hair and tied it up. She looked exactly like an average teenager.

"Your's is even less revealing!" Zelda was frustrated. Zel was becoming adamant that she would not wear the clothes.

"I don't care!" Zel huffed. Zelda was at the end of her rope.

"Look, Zel," she threatened, "If you want to come and see Linn, then you will have to wear it. You are not going to the outside world wearing a tunic. It would draw suspicion to us. You're not going unless you change." That seemed to get Zel moving.

With a grumble, Zel pulled off the tunic, leggings, and boots. She was left shivering in her underwear. Zelda giggled, and stood up to help her.

"Arms up." Zelda instructed, and slipped the shirt over Zel's head. It was a pale blue off-the-shoulder number, and Zelda would have loved to wear it. Zelda tossed Zel her pair of light blue hip-hugger jeans, and turned away as she put them on. When she turned around, Zel had the jeans on, and was doing up a leather strap belt. Zelda smiled, and began to brush Zel's hair, braiding it down the middle.

"Happy now?" Zel spat, picking at the fabric, trying to pull it up onto her shoulders.

"Yes." Zelda said, pulling it down a bit. Zel shrugged it up again.

"Look, Zel," Zelda sighed, and pulled it off her shoulders again, "You have to wear it properly. You have to wear it off the shoulder. Zel, don't!" Zel had shrugged it up again. Zelda flung her hands up in the air in frustration.

"Fine! Look like an idiot! See if I care!" Zelda felt herself slipping back into her old persona. She was turning into the young woman that she was before any of this ever began. It felt weird, but not unnatural.

Nabouru took several hours to reach them. When she did, she was tired and irritable. She seemed to have been up for hours.

"Let's go." Nabouru barked, and the girls bid farewell to the Kokiri, "Now!" She was growing impatient. Both girls scurried behind her to keep up.

They reached the car in about half an hour. Zelda and Zel both sat in the back seat, Zelda explaining to Zel how to buckle her seatbelt. Zel was shifty and uncomfortable the whole way. The tension in the car was thick and contagious. It was when Zel was fighting the seatbelt for moving space, when Zelda snapped.

"Oh, for Goddess's sakes!" She shouted, scaring Zel, "Stop that fiddling around and sit still! You're driving me mad!" Zel sat perfectly silent.

AFTER AN HOUR

They pulled up in the hospital in silence. Nabouru had to help Zel unbuckle her seatbelt, seeing as Zelda refused to help her. They followed Nabouru through the halls and wards until they reached a closed door. Walking through the halls, Zelda could smell anticeptic and cleaning products. It served to remind her of how much she hated hospitals.

"He doesn't look too good, but at least he's awake." Nabouru warned them, and opened the door. There, sitting up on the bed, was Linn. He was the only occupant of the room.

"Zel! Zelda!" Linn said, surprised, "What are you two doing here?" It was obvious that the only thing that was going to stay with him forever was the scars. His flesh was red raw, and there were some marks from where he had been given a skin graft. Other than that, he seemed alright.

Zel ran up to him and took his burnt, raw hands. She began to cry, and blubber to him.

"Let's give them some time alone." Nabouru put a hand on Zelda's shoulder, and steered her out of the room. Zelda followed Nabouru down a series of hallways.

"Where is Link?" She demanded. She was getting impatient. Nabouru stopped at a desk in the middle of the ward.

"I'm here to see Link Spirtan, my son." Nabouru murmered to the lady behind the desk. The lady looked up the name on the computer.

"Ah, yes," She read off the sheet, "And this must be Zelda, his wife?" Zelda was about to say that they weren't married, but Nabouru cut her off.

"Yes. This is her." Zelda looked at her quizically, and Nabouru steeped on her foot. Zelda kept her mouth shut.

"I'm sorry, but only one of you can see him at a time." The lady looked more bored than sorry, "I'm going to have to ask who is going in there first."

"Zelda can." Nabouru said without hesitation, "I've already spent a few hours with him. I think its time she did. I'll just walk her over there, is that ok?"

"Yes, yes." The woman waved them away. Once they were out of earshot, Zelda spoke up.

"Why did you say that Link and I are married? You know we're not." Nabouru looked at Zelda incredulously.

"You wanna see him, don't you?" Zelda nodded, "Well, the hospital wont let you in there, unless you are a parent, sibling, or a spouse. I had to lie to get you in. Don't ever, ever, tell anyone that you aren't married. You'll have to explain it to Link when he wakes up."

"If." Zelda corrected her, "If he wakes up." Nabouru scowled at her.

"Zelda! Don't think like that! Of course he'll wake up..." She assured her, "He has to." Zelda hung her head, and followed Nabouru meekly through the ward until they came to the 'intensive care' unit of the burns section. Zelda braced herself for something horrible, but was pleasntly surprised.

"It's quite remarkable that his burns weren't as extensive as Linn's," Nabouru said to Zelda, standing in the doorway, "But the damage from the smoke is also treated by the burns ward. Phsyically, he'll be ok, with only minor scarring, but they think his mind will never be the same. At best, it will be memory loss. He may not remember you when he wakes up." Zelda slowly walked into the room, and sat down.

She barely registered it when Nabouru closed the door. She simply sat there for a few minutes, with her eyes closed. Slowly, she reached out for his hand, and took it in her own. It was red-hot. Zelda would have likely been howling from the pain if she had sustained such injuries.

But, there he was, lying still enough to be dead. The only signs of life that you could see were his chest rising and falling with each breath, and the constant, steady beeping of the machine that monitored his heart.

Zelda looked first at his hands, and then her eyes slowly travelled up his body to finally rest on his face. There were a few distortions where his skin had begun to melt due to the heat, and every single hair on his head was burnt off. He looked completely different. Zelda would have denied that it was Link, had it not been for the Triforce symbol on his hand.

Zelda began to cry. She held his hand to her cheek, and she cried. She went on for hours. The nurses came in and out, and a few patted her arm with sympathy. Once it was dark, Zelda finally set her head on the bed, and fell asleep.

HYRULE

Impa was finally let out of the cell that she had been detained for the Goddesses only knew how long. It felt good not to be under an evil wizard's mind spells. Strolling through the castle, she noticed a definate sense of being subdued.

"What has happened?" Impa demanded of a servant that scurried past her. The small, frail woman looked at Impa as if she was reguarding a barinade.

"Princess Zelda went missing in a fire." The woman said in a strong voice, belieing her timid persona "In that same fire, Link was gravely injured. You have missed much, Lady Impa. Perhaps you should ask Rauru. He will be able to inform you of the goins-on in Hyrule." Impa stared after the woman as she walked off, gaping like a fish.

Abruptly, Impa came back to herself. She had to find out what had happened. Running to her chambers, she retrieved her weapons pouch, and made her way to the Temple. It wasn't until she reached the market that she realised that something was terribly wrong.

The Market was full of evil creatures. They were not ReDeads, thankfully. They were, quite possibly, worse than that. If that were even possible.

Iron Knuckles roamed the streets of Hyrule Castle Town, destroying everything in sight. The onl ything that they didn't touch were the statyes that used to be people, thank the Goddesses. Impa kept to the shadows, and crept her way towards the Temple of Time. Once she reached the courtyard, she realised that she had no choice but to fight.

She withdrew a Deku Nut from her small pouch, and blinded the dumb creature. It stumbelled for a few paces, then regained it's balance. Impa withdrew her throwing knives, and took aim.

She was still hidden in shadows, so she was safe. For a time, anyway.

She threw the knives at the big, bulky creature with expert aim, and managed to cut all the straps that held on it's body armour, revealing the undefended torso of the monster. With a few carefully aimed arrows, the creature was dead within a matter of seconds. Impa's way was now unobstructed.

She crept inot the Temple, closing and barricading the doors behind her. She did not want to take any chances. Walking up to the Altar of Time, she called upon Rauru, for the second, but not the last, time. He appeared before her in a flash of light.

EVIL REALM

"So, you have located Angahim?" Ganondorf demanded, somewhat expectantly. He was very disappointed with the answer.

"No. That would be near impossible." The stalfos quivered.

"Well, what are you doing wasting my time like this?" He roared.

"We have located Princess Zelda, Milord." Ganondorf was about to yell again, but the meaning of the statement struck him just in time.

"Where is she?" Ganondorf asked, voice dripping with poison.

"In the Outside World, Milord. She had only been there for a matter of hours so far." The Stalfos seemed to think that it was his lucky day.

"Very well." Ganondorf said thoughtfully, digesting this new information, "Organise a welcome party for her when she returns. This time, we can not fail."

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