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Link, Hazen learned, was traumatized to the point of paranoia.
He was constantly reminding them not to go in the dungeons, or get lost, or fall down the hole--the hole, not a hole--or do anything other than strictly what the quest entailed, all the while ignoring that the quest itself may just require them to do any one of those things.
Hazen watched the hero caution Irene, who was packing her bag, not to go wandering around Ikana Canyon if they got lost. She watched him bounce on his toes before muttering, "Oh Goddesses, I forgot about the bomb mice."
He made to dash past, muttering about Termina's weirdness, but Hazen grabbed his arm. "Link. Chill. We'll be fine."
"I know, I know, but . . ." He looked around the roof, watching Tessen and Saval talk about their plan, his eyes darting over the food prepared and other materials, and let out a sigh. "Okay. Okay, I'm good. Sorry. Okay."
He backed away. "You remember the plan, right? If you get lost--"
"Don't," Hazen, Irene, Tessen and Saval chorused, and Link let out a short, relieved laugh. "Right. Don't get lost. Okay."
"We'll head out now," Hazen decided, and Irene picked up her bag. "We have your map, so we should be fine."
"Right. I'll head over to Woodfall, then. See you later."
He was making an obvious effort to stay calm, which the group appreciated. Link went down to the lobby with a wave, and Hazen led the others down to the plaza, scaring the wits out of the two men down there, who, for some reason, never did anything but juggle. With a last look, the four headed for the gate.
"Well, this is where we part, I guess," Tessen said, with an odd little smile. "We'll see you later."
"Don't drown," Hazen commented, earning an eye roll from Saval.
"Remind me, which of us can't swim?"
Tessen snickered as Hazen shoved him. "Get a move on, already."
"Come on," Irene said, her first words in a while. She went through the gate, leaving Hazen, Tessen and Irene in an awkward silence.
Hazen cleared his throat, wondering if this journey with Irene would kill him before Majora could.
"Don't let her kill you," Tessen said after a moment. Hazen snorted, waving. "I'll do my best."
Not that his best was worth much. But he shoved that thought aside and followed Irene through the gate, ending up on a sunny Termina Field. "They should have just called this Hyrule," Hazen muttered, the similarities between the two lands everywhere and the differences as thin as air on a mountaintop.
Irene gave him a weird look. "You think this place is like Hyrule?"
"Not as good, no, but--"
"This place sucks," she interrupted, turning back. "Hyrule is nothing like Termina."
"If you like your home, you should see my Hyrule," Hazen said after a moment, trying to ward off whatever bad mood Irene seemed to have sunk into. Maybe she didn't want to travel with him after all? The incident on the stairs came back to him and he cursed himself.
"I'd rather not."
"I--" Hazen stopped short, staring at Irene as she turned to give him a cool look. "I'm sorry, is there something wrong with my Hyrule?" he asked, feeling a temper rise.
"Not in particular," Irene sniffed, her expression saying differently. Very differently. "Just that I'd rather not visit a place that has portals opening all over the place."
Hazen spluttered. "Are--are you saying this is my fault?"
She didn't answer. Just put one foot in front of the other and kept walking.
Hazen grabbed his bag from where he'd dropped it and caught up. "Well, I can't say much for your Hyrule, either," he sneered, knowing he was being mean and doing it anyway. "I drop in confused and scared, and I get a nasty witch with an attitude for my trouble." Irene's nostrils flared. "And at least my Hyrule has a stable government," Hazen went on. "Who lets their princess get turned into a painting, anyway?"
"Are you saying that's my fault?" Irene screeched. "How could I have had any control--"
"How's it feel?" Hazen shouted back. "Being blamed for something you didn't do? It sucks, doesn't it? Not fair, is it?"
Irene glared daggers at him for a hot second, then whirled around and kept walking. Hazen breathed heavily, staring after her, knowing he won. And all he got for it was the feeling that he could have been nicer.
Well, it's not as if she's the only one, he thought crankily, glaring at her back as he walked. We can't go home, either. We're just as unhappy as she is. We're just not as vocal about it.
Maybe that's why she's angry, Hazen thought. Maybe she thinks we're perfectly content to be here, fighting an enemy we didn't want to fight.
Is this what my parents felt like? he wondered. Did they ever complain? Ever wish they didn't have to do it?
He was about to discount that as a stupid thought, but then he considered: they could have regretted it. They could have wanted nothing more than to just leave it all to Ganondorf, and forget about it all. Sail across the Necluda Sea to newer, better lands. Ones without a Ganondorf, without a war. Without responsibilities.
Would they have done it? Hazen couldn't decide. If Zelda hadn't been the princess, if Link had never helped Midna those years ago, during the Riots, if the queen had never been murdered. Would they have abandoned Hyrule, with nothing to tie them, to hold them down?
He was so mired in his thoughts that he didn't notice he'd walked straight past Irene. He turned, finding her standing a few paces behind, staring ahead with wide eyes.
"Irene?" Hazen asked, on alert. He came in close, but not too close, and laid a hand on his sword. The way was clear, the grass having turned into hard brown stone. Pillars of rock rose up around and behind them, but there was nothing else.
He was about to pull his hand back when he heard the squeak.
The mercury blade sang as he drew it, covering Irene's back. "Can you see it?" he murmured.
To his surprise, her voice was steady. "They're small. I think Link mentioned them before we--"
She broke off, her attention on what just darted out in front of them. A . . . "A mouse," Irene said, her hands twitching.
"A big mouse."
"Why . . . ?"
Hazen shrugged, though he kept his sword raised. It may not have moved from the side of the pillar, but that didn't mean much here. "Stay on alert," he murmured, and tensed when the mouse left the safety of the pillar to stand before them. Hazen's sword lowered of its own accord.
"Goddesses, that's a--"
"Bomb," Irene breathed. Then her eyes widened. "Bomb! Run!"
"Shit," Hazen hissed. He ran for the pillar to their left, shoving Irene behind it just as an explosion rocked the air behind them. Heat blasted his back as he slid to the ground, but a creaking above him made him look up.
"Come on!" Irene shouted, as more bomb mice appeared from the canyon walls. Hazen rolled to his feet, scrambling to get free of the pillar. They sprinted for the narrowed road ahead, dodging bomb mice. The pillar crashed down behind them, spraying bits of sharp rock. They pelted Hazen's head as he dodged a mouse. Turning swiftly, he kicked it away. It slammed into the rock wall and exploded.
Rock shards clanged off of his sword, but he didn't dare use it for fear of setting the bombs off early. They were almost at the narrow part of the road, but the mice were converging on Irene. It was all she could do to keep them off her, and as she turned to send one flying, another leapt off the back of a third and flew at her.
"Irene!"
He moved before he knew it. He collided with Irene, the bomb exploded, and he lost vision for a second, sprawling across the ground in a heap of dust. Hazen coughed, spitting blood, and staggered to his feet, swinging his sword to keep the mice at bay. They seemed to realize their attacks took out others with them, and they scuttled out of the way of Hazen's sword.
His arm and back burned like hell, but he dragged Irene to her feet. She was bleeding from the head, and he swore, slinging her arm around his neck. He backed away from the mice, who hissed and spat at him, a yellowish liquid spilling from their fangs. Their bomb tails stopped blinking red, one by one, then all began blinking at once.
"Oh, shit," Hazen muttered, and turned and ran.
He was slow. Irene was deadweight in his arms, his sword arm was heavy with burns and fatigue, and he was sure he'd sprained his ankle in the fall. He swore as the blinking got brighter behind him; risking a glance back did nothing to calm him, either.
Just a little closer. "Just a little closer," he breathed, fighting for strength. Just a bit . . .
Five more feet. The blinking was now a red glow, and he had time for a surge of strength, enough to throw Irene that last stretch, before the glow faded, sound vanished, and the canyon entrance came down on top of him.
"I feel like we're lost."
Tessen sighed frustratedly, staring at the map. "This makes no sense," he muttered, tracing the path with his finger. "How are we supposed to get there if there's no boat?"
"We swim, I guess?" Saval was remarkably calm, even taking off her boots, given that there were some nasty looking fish in the water.
"Uhh," Tessen stalled. "We'll . . . table that suggestion. What about that, over there?"
Saval followed his finger to the collection of rocks sticking out of the water, way on their left. "I don't know," she hedged. "It's kind of out of the way."
"But we won't get eaten by demon fish," Tessen pointed out, and Saval rolled her eyes. "Fine."
She passed him, boots in hand, and flicked his nose. "Don't get cocky."
"Never."
Saval snorted, but softly so he couldn't hear her, and kept walking. His chuckling chased her, tugging at the corners of her mouth, and her small sigh nearly banished it. That pull was in her chest, where it always was when Tessen was near. Which was pretty much constantly. She took a deep breath, knowing he watched her.
The wind tugged at their hair, at their clothes. It pulled Saval's hair from its braid, revealing the light brown of her skin. Her fingers rose to brush it, dancing over the spot where smooth skin met scar tissue.
It didn't upset her as much as it had initially. Part of it was reasoning, but most of it was the walking buffoon behind her, wearing a smile too big for his face. It made her own lips twitch upwards.
Too soon it faded, though. She had to remember why there was a distance between them, why she couldn't have what she wanted. His face floated through her mind, all brown hair and green eyes and angular face.
Too brown. Too green. Too narrow. All the wrong pieces, making up a puzzle she wished she'd never put together.
It was too late now.
"Hey."
A hand slipped into hers, and Saval jumped a little. She looked up, finding Tessen's face inches away. His nose brushed hers. "Are you okay?"
She was frozen. Frozen, and yet, she felt everything viscerally. The sand between her toes. His hand around hers. The waves breaking on the shore. The pain and want drumming in her chest, right where her heart should be.
"I'm fine," she croaked.
He did that thing with his brow, raising it in a way that said he didn't believe her at all, and she felt a laugh bubbling up. She swallowed it down, though, because it wouldn't help. She had to tell him.
"Tessen, I--"
The sand exploded around them, spinning green things half their height raising out of the spray. Tessen drew his sword just in time to slash one that spun forward. Then he yanked on her hand, and they were running.
"Go!" Tessen pushed her at the rocks. "Go, I'll be right behind you."
Saval clambered onto the rock, trying to get a grip on the water-slick stone. When she was finally up, the pads of her fingers were rubbed raw. She turned and grabbed Tessen's hand, pulling him up behind her. He fell back against the stone, hissing in pain.
"What is it, where are you hurt?"
"Here, my leg. It's fine, don't worry about it," Tessen said, voice tight. Blood seeped through several gashes in his lower leg, but he pushed himself to his feet, pulling Saval with him. The green things were gone, their prey having gone beyond their reach.
"Tessen--"
"We need to get to that huge fin over there," Tessen murmured, not paying attention. He was completely focused on the goal now. Saval sighed, resolving to tear a piece of the shirt Zelda had lent her to wrap Tessen's leg. He muttered to himself while she did it, trying to plot their path without getting eaten by demon fish, or any other monster out in the water.
Saval tied the wrap and stood, determined to get him to listen. "Tessen, you need to listen to me--"
He turned suddenly, those pale lavender eyes crinkling at the corners, and his lips quirked up. "What is it? You have an idea?"
And just like that, Saval was stuck. Her mouth was open, the words ready, but they wouldn't come out. And because it was Tessen, he cocked his head. "Sav?"
Sav. That bloody nickname . . . only when it was them, only when they were alone. Only he ever called her that. Tears threatened, and she shoved them down deep. She took a deep breath, feeling his eyes watch her closely.
"Saval, what's wrong?" he pressed.
The demon fish had begun to notice them on the rock. Saval stared at them for a long moment before finally meeting Tessen's gaze. "I'm scared," she whispered, which wasn't a lie, exactly. But Tessen didn't know that.
He seemed to deflate a little. "So am I," he admitted, with a little chuckle. "I'm not sure if we'll even find anything in there. But at least Majora isn't actively hunting us, right?"
Isn't he? Saval thought, eyes on the demon fish. But she forced her fear down, her pain, and made herself act like nothing was wrong. She gave him a smile, and was relieved when he returned it, and together hey hopped to the next stone platform. And the next, and the next, until--
"Now what?"
Saval sighed. "We're going to have to swim," she told him, and his mouth tightened into a thin line.
"No," he said, and Saval sighed. "Tessen--"
"You're going to swim," he said, facing her. He drew his Eightfold Blade, the metal shining in the sun. It turned the water blinding, hiding the fish swarming beneath its surface. "You're going to swim on my mark. I'll cover you."
Saval was staring. "Wh--aren't you coming?"
"Of course." He smiled. "I'll be right behind you."
He really was a terrible liar. And he could see she wasn't convinced, so he gave her a little push. "Go, Saval. I promise, I'll be right there."
She made a disagreeing noise but leapt to the next platform. Tessen sliced the fish that leapt from the water and followed, keeping her back clear as she made her way to the last platform. She slipped a little as she landed but kept her balance. The water sloshed against the stone as the demon fish approached.
"And now?"
"Now you swim," Tessen said, giving her a look. "I'll go in first, draw the fish away. Then you jump in, jump as far as you can, and swim hard."
Saval glared at him. "You better follow me."
"I will." He gave her his best smile, which did nothing to alleviate her fears. She wavered just a moment, debating whether or not to tell him, but . . . it wasn't the time. It would put him off.
So she just stepped to the edge, swallowing, and said, "On your mark."
"Ready," Tessen muttered, swinging his hand through the water to get the fish's attention. They went wild at the sight of prey, leaping and biting, crowding the edge.
"Now!"
He jumped down and swam away from the platform at an angle, making sure to splash. He swam a few feet away and turned, drawing his sword--and just in time. The fish just in front of him disintegrated into dust, quickly followed by those behind. A second splash ahead told him Saval had made her jump, so Tessen made sure to swim closer to intercept any other fish coming from different directions. Once she was at his back, he followed from behind.
There was just one problem--the splashing water flew into his eyes, half-blinding him to what was going on, and it cost him. Sharp pain shot through his leg, and then his side. Tessen swung wide and then stabbed down, but he was slow underwater, and he missed his marks.
It was time to go. Saval was almost at the fin, just a dozen feet to go, so Tessen made one last swipe and followed after her, gritting his teeth against the razor-sharp teeth. What I wouldn't give for some shock arrows right now, he thought, stopping once to sheath his sword. He drew his dagger and struck out again, but as he reached his arm out, several fish latched onto it. He cried out, his mouth filling with seawater, and half-saw Saval turn in the water and look back.
Tessen flailed in the water, turning, and then he went under. The water was bright, a clear blue, and it illuminated the clouds of demon fish converging on him. They didn't seem to care about the knife that still sliced through them despite its slowness, but they did care about the blood around them. It seemed to fuel them as they swam through it, and even with the dwindling air, Tessen knew it would summon still more fish.
So he summoned his strength and struck out, slow with less air and blood and the fish clinging to him. They hung from his clothes; Tessen whipped his arms around to dislodge them, but it was a temporary fix. He needed to get above water.
He was close. Black began to crowd his vision, his arms slowing, but he was almost there, almost, almost--
Pain lanced through his entire leg, and his mouth opened. Water flooded in, and the fingers that had breached the surface now sank back down. Tessen thrashed, hardly able to see. Through the black dots and blood, he saw a fish twice the size of all the others clamping its teeth on his leg.
Tessen yanked, but the fish had a solid grip on him, and the other, smaller ones swarmed him, biting his arms, hands, back. One of them crunched onto his ear, and the sudden pain made him jerk his head. The fish flew off with the movement, but it was already coming back.
He couldn't see anymore. He couldn't see, could only feel. He felt himself fading, felt his blood leaving his body, felt his tissue and bone ripping, and he felt guilt. Hazen and Irene and Link would wonder what happened. Saval would go back and tell them, and she would feel guilty, and Tessen would--
The surface exploded around him, hands gripping his shoulders, and suddenly Tessen was moving, rising from the blackness, but it was in him, and he couldn't breathe--
Air flooded his body, and he sucked in several breaths, but it wasn't enough, there was something else there, blocking his throat--
He turned and vomited half of Great Bay onto the stones beneath him. Sound and sight returned with a vengeance, and he groaned, laying back on his side. He spat to clear his mouth, grimacing because the water was gone, but the pain was just as real, just as present.
Swearing reached his ears. He raised his head, blinking at Saval. She was glaring at him, but she hadn't noticed his attention yet. Her fingers were moving. Tessen looked down, finding Saval prying the demon fish off of him. As they came away, they dripped blood, and their teeth were stained red.
She removed the bigger fish, throwing it on the stone, and stomped down on its head. Fish guts and blood splattered all over her, but she didn't care. Now that he had his bearings a little more, Tessen watched, amused and, if he were honest, a little frightened, as Saval removed the rest of the fish.
As he did, he felt something move by the side of his head, and tried to turn his head. In his peripheral, he found the fish still hanging from his ear. With a curse he reached up and took it off, and as he did so, Saval noticed him.
She stood, arms crossed, looking as if she were the Goddess on judgement day. "Right behind me," she said, voice shaky. "I promise."
"Sav," Tessen tried, but she wasn't having it.
"Right behind me!" she yelled.
"I was!" Tessen insisted. "Just . . . a little further back than anticipated."
"If I hadn't jumped in after you, you would be dead," Saval snapped. "You said you would be right there--right here."
She finished her tirade with a finger pointing down, right at her side. Tessen sighed, knowing he wasn't going to win. Not that he was playing to win; he knew he was wrong. "I'm sorry," he said, softly. "It was the only way."
"It wasn't."
"It was, and you know it."
"I know nothing of the sort," Saval flared up. "You and Hazen think you can do everything by blazing ahead, but you never think. You say you're scholars, but you don't act like it! You act like the warriors on the front lines, giving up everything to help other people. Well guess what--you don't get to do that!" she screamed. Tears ran down her face, and she sucked in a sharp breath. "You don't get to leave us, you hear me? You're not leaving me!"
"I--" Tessen was lost for words. "You--"
Saval sniffed and turned on her heel. She sat down a few feet away, glaring down into the water. Tessen could see she wasn't going to come around any time soon, but he also knew they didn't have time. He stood, groaning, and leaned heavily on his right leg. He cursed under his breath; they'd be much slower with his injuries, and after just a few seconds, he had to sit back down.
"Damn it," he muttered. A glance at his legs made him close his eyes. Without question, that was where most of the damage was done. That bigger fish had torn up his shin, exposing the bone in one spot. He was almost jealous of Saval; she'd killed the damn thing before he could.
Saval. Tessen watched her, tracing her outline in an effort to distract from the pain. Something was off. He ran through her rant in his head. It was justified, but she'd had less visceral reactions to some of the more idiotic things he and Hazen had done. She'd never been this . . . scared before.
Then again, they'd never been in a situation quite like this one before. She'd always been the one to look further ahead; and the more Tessen actually thought about their circumstances, he saw more and more of what she had.
If he died here, she would be left alone in a hostile world, with no way to escape--that they knew of--until Link came to find them. She'd have to return to the group and tell them Tessen had died, and they'd go home and tell his parents. And Sav herself . . . she'd think it was her fault.
Tessen sighed. Despite being the "scholar", he really was awfully stupid.
He raised his head, tearing strips from the edge of his shirt. He needed to wrap his wounds and get moving, or they wouldn't have enough time to find clues about the giants and Majora.
By the time he was done, he was left with half a shirt, and he still had to wrap the biggest wound. That one would be a bitch to wrap with the bone exposed, but he couldn't leave it open, or he'd get infected. Plus, if anything scraped the bone, he wasn't sure he wouldn't pass out right there.
So he took off his shirt and wrapped the whole thing around his shin, hissing as the cloth touched the bone. When he was done, he was pale and sweating, and nausea swirled in his gut. He tied it off and leaned back, trying not to move. Breathe in, breathe out. Again. When he was sure he wouldn't throw up, he tried standing. It didn't go well.
On the third try, he was almost halfway up, which he considered a win since he could hardly see.
A cool hand took his and slid his arm over a small back, while another went around his waist. Tessen glanced down at Saval, but she didn't meet his eyes. "I know you're too stubborn to stay put," she said. "So we might as well get going. Just don't trip me."
A tired smile found its way to Tessen's face. "Yes, ma'am."
They found their way around to the front of the fin, but there was no entrance in sight. After ten minutes of searching, Tessen was struggling to breathe. Saval sat him down so he could lean against the stone's slope, where he closed his eyes. He could feel Saval watching him, could almost imagine her face. Brows drawn low over angry eyes, worried and upset, mouth in a thin line.
He was distracting himself so well that when he heard the sound of metal on stone and shifting cloth, he hardly reacted. Then--
"Tessen!"
Tessen reared up with a gasp. "Saval--!"
The dizziness returned in a flood, and he cried out, holding his head. Through heavy breaths, he heard voices, none of them familiar. He tried to stand, but his leg wouldn't support his weight without Saval there, and his attempts to stand resulted in him falling back against the stone.
Then someone was standing over him. "Who are you, and why are you here?"
"They could be spies from the Fortress," a second voice said.
"This one is injured," a third voice added. "Why would they send a pale boy with an injury to us?"
"Perhaps it is a trick," the first one said. Tessen could hardly muster the energy to open his eyes, but the voices sounded . . . strange. Almost watery. "Perhaps we are to heal him, and when he wins our trust, he will kill us all."
"Even a single Pirate cannot manage that," the third voice spluttered.
"It's possible they were sent by Mikau," the second voice said contemplatively. "He could need our help."
"These are not Terminans," the third voice said. "Mikau is still out there."
Mikau . . . Tessen knew that name. When you get to Great Bay Coast, there will be a body in the water, Link had told them. That's Mikau. Don't go up to him. Just leave him there."
Saval had thought it heartless. But she understood why. If they had interfered with Link's mission anymore, it could have caused bigger problems for the Hero of Time later on. It was sad, cruel even, to leave a Zora on the verge of death to float alone, but . . . they had a mission.
But Mikau . . . these people knew him. They must be Zoras, then, Tessen thought. They could help.
Tessen struggled to sit up, gaining the attention of the Zoras, who'd been arguing, but Saval beat him to it. "Wait! We're not from the Fortress, we're . . . visitors. From--from Clock Town!"
"What business do you have in Zora Hall?" the first Zora demanded, leveling his spear at Saval.
"We came to see the Indigo-Gos," Saval answered, thinking quickly. "They're from here, right? We wanted to get a glimpse, since we're leaving before the Carnival."
Smart, Tessen thought. The Zoras exchanged glances, looked down at Tessen, and then at Saval. "What happened to him?"
"You have a bit of a demon fish problem," Saval said, some of her iciness coming back.
And the Zora heard it. The two holding her exchanged glances, while the two nearest Tessen winced. "Oh, yeah," the second muttered. "What happened to the boat?"
"It's getting fixed," the third answered. "But ever since Mikau left, we haven't finished it."
"You guys have a boat?" Tessen slurred, squinting at them.
The first sighed. "Apologies. Zora Hall has been closed to visitors. We're . . . working something out."
"We understand," Saval said quickly. "It's just . . . we've traveled a long way. Surely a short tour wouldn't hurt?"
The Zoras seemed uncomfortable, but the one leveling his spear at Tessen's chest seemed to relax somewhat. "We will arrange an escort. You two, get him up."
The Zoras around Tessen hauled him up, supporting him on either side, and the first gestured for everyone to follow him. "My name is Iko. Tota, Toli, you're on point."
Saval and Tessen were led down the slope, towards where the fin's base ended. Toli and Tota jumped down, knifing into the water with hardly a splash, and disappeared. A moment later, they reemerged. "The way is clear," Tota called, and Iko nodded.
"Wait, what about the fish?" Saval asked.
"They will not come so close with so many of us here," Iko said, as the others began to lower Tessen into the water. By this point, he was so delirious that he imagined he was taking a bath. It helped distract him from reality. When he hit the water, it was cold and almost broke him out of it, and he opened his eyes to see he was underwater.
The fact that he should not have been able to breathe didn't occur to him until he'd come out onto a slope built into the center of the fin's underside, and when his leg flared in pain, he decided it didn't matter.
He groaned, cursing everything he could think of, and he was conscious enough to save the most vulgar curses for Majora. The Zora stared at him, while Saval simply made her way into Zora Hall. "Do you know anything about the four giants?" she asked, heaving Tessen onto her shoulder.
"Some, not much," Iko said, with a curious look at her.
"Sir? He needs serious medical attention," Tota said, eying Tessen worriedly.
"Get him to the med bay, and do it quickly," Iko commanded. "And escort this one to an adjoining room."
"But--"
"Miss, I apologize, but you are both tired and weak," Iko interrupted. "The Carnival is not for another two days, and the Indigo-Gos have already had their rehearsal for today. There will be time tomorrow."
His tone was final. Saval accepted the defeat with a strained nod, and followed Toli to a series of rooms on the ground floor. While the Zora lay Tessen on the bed and got to work on his leg, leaving Saval to watch from the side, she saw it in her mind again.
Green eyes. Brown hair. That angular face, the favorite of the court. The ring around his neck, its match in her jewelry box.
Saval sat on the other bed, her face in her hands, and if the Zora thought she was simply afraid for Tessen, she did not contradict them.
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To thelinkmaster001: me? Hurt a beloved character? Never.
hahaha but seriously--that's for future chapters. And thank you! That means a lot! I actually did check out that story and it sounds really good. If you like other rich stories, may I suggest The Legend of Zelda: the Circle of Destiny by KeriPeardon? It's *inhale* amazing. Easily one of my favorites and a huge source of inspiration.
Okay so that's it! Have fun with this one :3 and I'll see you all next Monday! Try not to hate me too much. Later!