"…. And that is how I managed to single-handedly save your beloved Domain," Revali finished with a flourish. The children who had been listening to the Rito's tale cheered as he bowed.
"Did he really just refer to himself as the Hero of Winds?" Urbosa asked incredulously. It hadn't been the first time she had asked the question and Daruk didn't blame her. It just didn't quite fit Revali.
"Was I really that out of it during the fight?" he asked, face already forming a cringe. His memory had grown hazy not long after drinking the elixir he had bought from Beedle.
"That was one of the few things he got right, surprisingly."
Daruk groaned.
"Oh, stop you. It was adorable watching a giant Goron shushing himself repeatedly."
"I did what?"
"Well, Revali and I had to quiet you down so many times that eventually you started shushing yourself no matter how loud you were," Urbosa replied as she traced the lip of her cup with a finger. He disliked the poorly concealed grin on her face. "You kept putting your finger to your lips as though you were telling a child to be quiet, but you would be whisper- "
"I get it."
"You sure? I haven't even told you the best part yet."
"I'd rather not hear it."
"Since when are you such a stick in the mud? I can remember a time when you were so excited that you were willing to break our backs."
"We're still on that?"
"I made a promise, didn't I?"
"For once, I wish you'd break it."
Urbosa chuckled as Sidon appeared as if from nowhere.
"Thank you both for helping me protect my home!"
"No problem," Daruk replied with a grin. He frowned as Sidon gave him a funny look, as though the Prince wasn't entirely sure he was speaking to the right person. "Somethin' wrong?"
"Sorry. I just did not expect you to be so… quiet."
Urbosa choked on her drink, causing both to look at her with concern.
"Are you well, Lady Urbosa."
"I'm fine. I just wasn't expecting my knight in shining armor to have a sense of humor after all."
"Your what?" Daruk asked.
"Um… Lady Urbosa, as beautiful, wise, and kind as you are, I would much rather remain friends. I hope that you are not too insul- " the Prince paused as the Gerudo Champion began snickering again, "I see that you are joking again."
"Is this something that runs in the family?"
"No," Mipha replied quietly as she joined them. "Our father has an excellent sense of humor as did our mother."
"She did?"
"Yes. You probably do not remember because you were so young."
"Ah…"
"Here's the question that's truly important," Urbosa interrupted seriously. Daruk shook his head. He knew what was coming next.
"Yes?"
"If your lack of humor isn't genetic, is your father's massive girth?"
"What!?" Daruk chuckled as Mipha stood there, completely flabbergasted.
"His massive what?" Sidon asked.
"Is weight going to be an issue? I know it may not be a problem here but if our little Zora Princess started putting on that much weight, that could make traveling…" she set a finger on her chin as she sent Mipha a sly smile "difficult."
"Oh, I see your point," Sidon murmured.
"Sidon!"
"What? She does have a point. Father struggles to move around anymore. Then again, maybe that's because the Domain is small compared to him."
"That won't happen to me though!"
"How do you know?"
"Mother was so tiny, barely taller than me!"
"My, my, Mipha, must you really get so worked up over a little question?"
"I think that's enough," Daruk muttered in the Gerudo's ear quietly.
"Oh, very well."
Daruk exchanged a small grin with her as Mipha and Sidon continued their squabbling. He didn't remember whether or not he had a family but if he did, that was about how he wanted them to act. Loving each other enough to do what they had to for the other even though they didn't always get along.
"What do you think you're doing?!" a voice screeched. Daruk looked over to find Revali, who was still surrounded by Zora children, being shouted down by a flat-topped Elder.
"For the love of Hylia and all she holds dear," Urbosa growled. The Gerudo Champion took to her feet and glided gracefully towards the two. Daruk got up to follow, not entirely sure why she was so irritable now.
"I'll not have you corrupting the minds of our youth!" the Elder continued. Daruk was surprised to see the Rito allowing his protests to be overridden. Normally, he escalated an argument until it was a shouting match on both ends.
"It's amazing they still have minds to be corrupted if they are forced to listen to you all day, Master Muzu," Urbosa interjected before the Elder could get another word in.
"What?"
"All that screeching you do. I'm sure it isn't beneficial for developing minds in the slightest."
"I happen to see to that they receive the best education that they can- "
"Do you really? Does that involve teaching them how to impersonate a Keese?" Daruk grinned in spite of the situation. The group had to fend off several colonies of the bat-like monsters on their way to the Domain. Now that he thought about it, Muzu did sound disturbingly like one.
"I do not-" the elder paused and took a deep breath, releasing it slowly before continuing at a much lower tone. "I do not sound like a Keese," he growled.
"Oh Muzu," Urbosa replied in her motherly voice, "the first step to solving any problem is to first admit that there is a problem."
Muzu glared daggers at her before turning sharply on his heel and storming away.
Daruk frowned. There was something he had been waiting for but whatever it was eluded him.
"You good?" he finally asked as he turned to Revali. Seeing the confused and slightly awed gaze of the Rito was when it hit him. Revali hadn't made any snide comments during the entire exchange, or afterward. It was unlike the Rito Champion to be so quiet, especially when he was the one that was being rebuked.
"I'm fine," Revali replied as he shook himself, quickly wiping the expression away. "What?" he asked as Urbosa gave him a hard look. "I neither needed nor wanted your help."
"You know, I don't think a thank you is entirely uncalled for."
"A thank you?" he asked incredulously. Daruk sighed as he realized they were about to make a very public scene. "I had it perfectly under – what in Din's name are you doing!?" he shouted as Daruk picked him up and flung him over his shoulder.
"If we're gonna make a scene, we should do it right," he muttered darkly. He turned back to the small audience they had attracted. "Thank you all for the party, but it's time for us to get goin'!"
A collective "aww" passed through the children.
"Oh, don't worry little ones," Urbosa said. "I'm sure Feathers and crazy uncle Daruk will come to visit you again."
"And you too?" one of the children asked excitedly.
"I am a terribly busy woman, but I think I could find time to visit you again."
They cheered as the Champions waved and turned towards the entrance of the Zora city.
Link remained still and silent as Muzu gave him a hard look. Sidon stood beside the Elder, watching the two intently but saying nothing.
"I am not sure I should be giving this to you, in light of what has happened between you and Lady Mipha, but even so…" The Elder continued before letting out a long sigh. "I suppose that we still owe you a debt, regardless. Take this," he murmured as he handed Link a trident. "I had Dento craft it for you as thanks for your part in saving our home and as an engagement gift. I suppose only one of those is applicable now."
Link hid a grimace as he took the trident. Though the highlights were blue instead of red and Dento had forgone much of the ornamentation, it still looked far too much like the Lightscale Trident.
"As much as I disapprove of your decision, I cannot say that it was wrong," Muzu spoke with an uncharacteristic gentleness. "If you are not yet able to handle the requirements of marriage or even engagement, then it is better that you refused. Know this though," the Elder continued as his voice hardened again, "I still expect you to treat her with the respect and dignity demanded by her station."
Link nodded as he set the Trident in the pouch at his waist.
"Good. May the Goddess be ever at your side." Muzu turned away before Link could reply and made his way back to the Domain slowly. He could just see three of his companions coming his way. He idly wondered where Revali was but discarded the thought quickly.
"I must say that I am sorry to see you go," Sidon murmured as they watched Muzu pull Mipha into a hug. "There is still so much I wanted to speak with you about, especially concerning… my sister."
The Hylian's brows knit together as he tried to read the impassive look that the tall Zora Prince gave him.
"I suppose this will have to do what I cannot!" he said enthusiastically as he shoved something giddily into Link's hands. He looked down at the object in his hands. It was a small, leather-bound book.
"What is this?"
"That is a complicated matter, but I finally remembered where I first remember learning your name," Sidon muttered, looking almost ashamed. The Prince sent a quick glance towards where the other Champions had stopped. He leaned down towards Link as he continued, "Suffice it to say that you should not tell Mipha about this."
Link frowned.
"She would be most upset, though I think she may thank me for it one day. Just please promise me you will not tell her!"
"Why?" It wasn't that he distrusted Sidon or his motives, however, that didn't mean that he wasn't wary of the Prince's unusual behavior.
"She would be mortified," Sidon replied nervously.
Link frowned to himself. The young Prince meant well even though his help could possibly come at the expense of his sister's dignity.
"Alright." If for whatever reason, what he found harmed Mipha, he could always return it and forget whatever it was he had read.
"Thank you!" Sidon exclaimed. His cheer quieted down to a friendly smile as he stuck out a hand. Link took it with a small smile of his own, which quickly morphed to surprise as the Prince pulled him into a hug. "No matter what happens between you and Mipha, you will always be my brother." The Prince set him down and assumed his favorite stance.
Link nodded, this time grinning at his childhood friend.
"So, Sidon… where's my hug?" Sidon's face turned a disturbing shade of red as Urbosa gave him an expectant look with arms opened wide.
"That's... I mean to say… uh."
"So, Link gets an intimate goodbye, but I don't?"
"It's not that I am opposed!" Sidon replied, nearly tripping over his own words, "I just don't know what you are trying to… " he hung his head as he realized that she had once again managed to entertain herself by making him uncomfortable.
"Oh great- " Link had to suppress his own laughter as he finally saw Revali. The Rito had been flung over Daruk's shoulder and was now doing his best to appear as though he wasn't angry about this. "- now there are two of them."
"Are you sure you want to be drawing attention to yourself, Feathers?"
"Shut up," he replied tiredly. "Can we just please get moving?"
"He's right. Let's get a move on."
"Hold on, Big Guy. I think these two deserve a minute alone," Urbosa replied as she gestured to Sidon and Mipha.
"Right. We'll be waitin' over there."
Link moved with the others, still holding the book Sidon had given him. As he waited with the others, his curiosity got the better of him and he flipped it open to a random page.
This morning when I woke, I felt the pain of her loss again. No matter how hard I try, I cannot seem to move past her death. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever be free of this pain. When I brought my concerns to father's attention he, wise as he ever was, waylaid my worries.
In spite of that, I will admit though that for the first time in what feels like an eternity, I feel some hope. I met someone today, a small Hylian boy named Link. Even though the children of the Domain normally avoid me, he reached out and included me in their game. He was so kind…
I hope that we can be friends…
Link slammed the book shut and stuffed it quickly into his pouch. He shook his head quickly, as though trying to dislodge the memories of what he had read.
"You okay, Little Guy?"
He realized he was nodding a little to fast even as he did so. He noticed Urbosa watching him out of the corner of his eyes. Though he had no reason to believe that she knew, he couldn't shake the impression that she was aware of what it was he had been reading.
"I am sorry that took so long. Even now, my brother still struggles to understand that there is not always time for lengthy conversations."
Link's eyes met with Mipha's. The Zora Princess looked away quickly, fidgeting and adjusting her jewelry as she did so. Link looked at the ground, quickly pushing down the emotions that welled up inside him. He had neither the time nor the inclination to deal with them.
"Uh… alright! Back to Kakariko!" Daruk called.
"Hey, wait up!" a shrill voice called. They looked over their shoulders to see Purah sprinting towards them followed closely by Symin. The child's body stumbled over the rocks and twigs that littered the path that she ran on. "Jeez," she panted as she reached them, trying to catch her breath, "I thought you guys would wait for us."
"What?" Daruk questioned.
"I never thought your amnesia would make you so ruuuude."
"How were we expected to know that you were coming?" Urbosa had set her hand on her hip was eyeing the duo, making it clear that she was demanding an explanation.
"I sent Symin to let you know we were coming. You let them know, didn't you?" she asked as she rounded on her assistant.
"Uh…"
"Why do I rely on you for anything?" Purah sighed as she set her small hand on her face. "Well," she continued as she turned to the Champions, perking up as she did so, "we're coming with you!" she finished proudly.
"…Uh… okay. Well, like I was saying, let's get a move on."
"Can you at least put me down?"
The Hylian Champion stared with dead eyes at the building before him. Impa's home was no less grand the second time around, yet Link was unmoved by the beautiful structure. In fact, little had moved him since leaving the Domain. Though he had regained a few pleasant memories while in his home, his past failures still weighed heavily on him. It hadn't ended there though, he had lost Mipha as well.
Though the Zora Princess was as kind as she had been before, it wasn't the same as it had been. They no longer spoke unless it was to exchange pleasantries, no longer exchanged mirthful glances while Daruk tried to match Urbosa's wit. They couldn't even sit at the same table alone. Though physically she was no more distant than she had been before, it as though there was an unbridgeable gap between them.
He hadn't realized how much he had relied on her companionship until it was gone.
Link had been forced to sever himself from all of his emotions, so he wouldn't be crushed by guilt and sorrow. He hadn't meant to hurt her, but he was also unwilling to budge. It wasn't that he didn't care for her but everything that he could remember so far told him, screamed at him that it was the wrong decision. The only consolation that he had was Midna. The wolf had seemed to sense his discontent and had been mildly more affectionate, sitting closer beside him than normal.
His eyes flicked over to the Zora Champion as she held the palm of her hand against Urbosa's forehead. Mipha had been concerned about the Gerudo Champion since they had left the Domain and for good reason. Urbosa, despite her objections, had been growing weaker with each passing day. Her voice had grown hoarse and that morning she had begun coughing.
"You need to rest," Mipha murmured as she removed her hand from the woman's forehead.
"I'm fine."
"You are not. Urbosa you must lay down and rest."
"I appreciate the concern but- "
"Now!"
Urbosa's eyes widened as the usually soft-spoken Princess took hold of her arm and began dragging her towards the inn not far away. The Gerudo Champion followed the Zora obediently, likely still in shock from the unexpected outburst.
"I didn't think she had that in her," Daruk muttered dazedly.
"She spoke to Sidon and I like that." Link wasn't really surprised that Mipha had snapped at her. Though the Zora Princess was patient, even she could only put up with so much.
"Really?"
"Don't we have more important things to worry about?" Revali growled impatiently.
"C'mon Revali. Don't be like that."
"Like what?"
"She's one of us." Link watched as Revali met Daruk's frown with a glare, grateful for a temporary respite from his thoughts. Seconds passed and finally, Revali folded his wings and looked away, huffing something under his breath. Link would have pondered the lack of an actual confrontation if Dorian hadn't returned to inform them that Impa was ready to see them.
The four made their way up the stairs and through the doors quickly. Link nodded in greeting as Impa's eyes found him. She returned the greeting before turning her attention to the others.
"Sorry that Urbosa and Mipha couldn't- "
"I am aware of her condition," Impa interrupted as she raised a hand. "Several of our people are working to help Lady Mipha." She analyzed them for a moment before her eyebrows knit together. "What? Do you really think that I would not know if one of you was on the verge of collapsing, especially on my doorstep?"
"I guess I didn't think about that."
"Speaking of what I hear, I see that you did not hesitate to disregard my advice about acting discreetly," she muttered dryly. "I received a letter from King Dorephan detailing your ventures in the Domain among other things."
"Other things?" Revali asked skeptically.
"He had much to say about how I hid Mipha's condition from him. And here I thought I was too old to be lectured."
"Uh… sorry."
"Don't be," Impa sighed. "With her friends and family still alive and a statue of her in the city's center, it was bound to happen eventually." The Elder sighed again, shaking her head slowly. "Though I think I know the answer, I still feel the need to ask: is my sister avoiding me?"
None of the remaining champions responded.
"I see." Link was surprised to see a brief flash of sadness age her before she cast it off. "Well, no matter. May I ask why you have returned?"
"I wanted to ask you about something," Daruk replied as he scratched at his beard. "How could Ganon conquer the Divine Beasts?"
"That I do not know," Impa replied slowly. "Link, would you mind telling me about what you found aboard the Divine Beast."
Link obliged, filling in every detail he could, minus his conversation with Mipha. The Elder sat in contemplative silence as Link spoke, likely attempting to piece together the nature of Waterblight.
"Have you asked Purah about this?"
"She could only speculate," Revali answered.
"And?" Impa asked expectantly.
"Do you honestly think any of us understood her technical jabbering. Even Mipha wasn't quite sure what she was talking about."
"Yeah, she lost me about three words in."
Link just shrugged when Impa looked at him. He had recognized the majority of the words Purah had used and could even define them. Even so, he had only caught the meaning of some of her ramblings. He shifted uneasily as Impa continued staring at him as though knowing he could recite some of what he had heard.
"She mentioned something about Ganon potentially being able to mimic thought patterns long enough to confuse the Divine Beasts."
"So, I see the time you spent with Zelda yielded more than just a friendship."
Link met her gaze with a questioning look.
"I've heard my sister 'attempt' to explain her science. Most people, including those most would consider brilliant, become lost. It would help if she was explaining rather than talking to herself with others. It is most impressive that you can explain even a small part of what she said."
The Hylian rubbed the back of his head at the Elder's praise. He couldn't imagine that idle flattery was in her repertoire but that didn't make it any easier to accept.
"I suppose Ganon would only need to get through the door," Impa continued to herself thoughtfully. "Once he got that far, I imagine that it would be a simple matter for him to overwhelm their minds. But what exactly is Waterblight?"
"Zelda said it was made to kill Mipha."
"Perhaps it was created using Ruta's impression of Mipha, using their bond and Ganon's malice to form a monster that was a reflection of her," Impa murmured thoughtfully.
"Mipha isn't evil," Link mumbled quietly.
"No," Impa replied, "but that doesn't mean that Waterblight can't reflect some of her. Even one as pure as she has darkness inside of her. Vah Ruta likely provided enough of a map for Ganon to create a creature in her likeness with which to control the Divine Beast."
"So he confused Ruta with a fake Mipha?" Daruk asked as he rubbed the side of his head.
"A simplified version but I suppose it is just speculation anyway," Impa chuckled.
Link's thoughts turned back to the fight with Waterblight. Now that he thought about it, it was odd that the phantom hadn't killed him when it was able. It had held him by the throat, nearly incapacitating him, yet it didn't strike. Instead, it seemed to be making a spectacle of him. Perhaps it had been aware of how important he was to her. He stopped the train of thought before it could go any further. It would do him no good to reflect on the past.
"Link, are you still with us?" Impa's voice cut through his thoughts. The old woman was eyeing him with a raised brow.
He nodded quickly.
"Well, as I was saying, I would not count on the other Divine Beasts being reclaimed so easily. It is likely that you caught Ganon by surprise. I think it is safe to say that you exercise extreme caution from here on out."
"Will do."
"I was surprised to hear that you were returning. As it is, it's fortunate you have paid us a visit. I have a favor to ask of you, Link." If Link didn't know any better, he would have been sure that the smile the Sheikah was giving him was hiding some mischievous intent.
"How is she?" Revali asked as he entered the room quietly. The rooms in the Shuteye Inn reflected the Sheikah lifestyle perfectly, sparsely furnished but still conveying comfort. If there wasn't so much to do, he may have considered staying for a time. Though he secretly enjoyed acting flamboyantly, he didn't see the need for excess.
"Her fever is worsening," Mipha replied worriedly as she retracted her hand from Urbosa's forehead. The Gerudo Champion's breathing was labored as her eyes darted every which way under their lids. "I fear that our time in this region has been a shock to her immune system. Would you mind staying with her while I go gather ingredients?"
"…Alright," he sighed.
"Thank you." The Zora Princess smiled graciously and stood up as though she hadn't heard the tone in his voice. "I should not be gone for long." He watched her step out of the room before turning back to the Gerudo Champion.
He found it unsettling to see her in such a state. The woman, even lacking the strength she had a century ago, seemed stronger than life itself. Even against the army of Lizalfo, she had only received a few cuts and bruises. It had never occurred to him that she could be waylaid by sickness yet here she was. To see her so ill was an unwelcome reminder that death was waiting to take them at any opportunity.
Urbosa groaned as her eyes continued rolling restlessly.
The Rito looked around the room. He spotted a washbasin and towel sitting on the lonely desk in the corner. He picked up the towel and dipped into the pull, wringing it out. He moved back beside his companion and placed the towel gently on her forehead. He took a small pitcher of water and, pouring some into a small cup, helped her drink.
Revali sat back and stared at his feverish companion.
"Goddesses, you're annoying," he finally griped. "You just have to keep poking fun at me, making me feel like a fool at every turn. I never get to be right when you're around. It's always 'Revali do this,' or 'Revali do that.' Why is it never 'good job Revali?' He glared at her as she shifted again. "Who am I kidding? You can't even get my name right!" he spat. The muscles around his beak began to ache as they pulled together tighter and tighter. "Can't you just admit for once that I have as much right to be here as you?" he asked quietly as his hands clenched in his lap.
He sighed as she shifted position, causing the towel to start sliding down.
"I suppose you aren't completely awful," he muttered as he gingerly replaced the towel. "I mean you'd almost be pretty if you didn't open your mouth."
Revali flipped around, panicked as he heard the door creak open. Mipha entered and wordlessly took a place next to Urbosa. The Zora Champion removed a bottle from her belt and swirled the contents before gently pouring them down Urbosa's throat. Mipha sat down and stared through everything, lost in her own little world.
"How long until she's better?"
Mipha gave no indication that she heard him.
"Hey, listen!" he snapped.
She jerked and looked at him as though it were the first time she had laid eyes on the Rito.
"How long until she's better?" he repeated.
"Soon…"
"And how soon is soon?"
"She will be better when she is better," Mipha replied curtly.
"And how long- "
"I already answered your question!" Mipha snapped. A hand immediately covered her mouth as her eyes widened. "I'm- I'm so sorry! Excuse me!" she stammered. She got up and nearly sprinted out of the room.
Revali was too shocked to say anything. Before the thought passed through his mind, he curled a fist and punched the wall with a silent curse. For days now Mipha and Link had been acting differently, and everyone seemed to know something he didn't. Constantly being left out of the loop irked him to no end. The Rito let out one last frustrated sigh before sitting back down stiffly and glaring at the Gerudo Champion as though she were to blame for all of his woes. His attacking eyes missed the slight crack in her eyelids through which she stared back.
Link watched the nervous young woman out of the corner of his eye. He wasn't sure that his presence was doing what Impa had intended. She had informed him that Paya felt threatened by something and had asked him to act as her guard throughout the day to put her at ease. Instead, he was certain that his presence was doing the exact opposite. Every time he looked at her directly, the young woman would begin blushing furiously and begin stammering excuses about something incomprehensible.
He repressed a sigh as he continued following her, doing his best to stay out of her line of sight while avoiding looking at her directly. He couldn't shake the feeling that the acts were familiar. It had taken him almost no time at all to find her blind spots and hide in them, which had made her more uncomfortable at first. He knew that given time, she would be able to pretend he wasn't there.
For every action that felt familiar, there was an unexpected reaction from Paya. He expected her to complain about being able to take of herself when he stuck close; instead, she would stammer about it not being worth his time. It wasn't a bad familiar, but it still didn't sit well with him. He wanted something nostalgic, something to remind him of the very few good memories he had.
Unfortunately, most revolved around Mipha.
His hand flew to the hilt above his shoulder and his senses went on high alert as he heard Paya shriek. Various questions were running through his mind as he wondered who would attack her in the middle of the day and how they had gotten past him. He sighed and relaxed as he finally laid eyes on her "attacker." Paya, who must have been too busy staring at him to notice, had bumped into a woman carrying a large wicker basket filled to the brim with fruits and vegetables. Paya scrambled around, trying to help the woman reclaim the food while stuttering over an apology.
"You needn't worry," the woman chuckled as she knelt on the ground to help. "These things happen sometimes."
Link knelt down beside Paya and calmly helped pick up the now soiled food. He hefted the basket up when it was filled, surprised that such a small woman could carry such a load. He looked at her more closely, though it did little to help him. The woman wore a large cloak with the hood pulled over her head. Shadows obscured her face, cloaking her in mystery, yet she radiated a sense of peace.
"A gentleman through and through," she mused as she began walking, "I suppose that has always been who you are."
His eyebrows knit together as he and Paya followed her through the village. She spoke as though she knew him and was fond of him.
"C-c-can I a-ask your name?"
"You may call me Fi."
"F-fi? I'm s-so sorry f-for bumping into you."
"Put it out of your mind," Fi replied kindly as she smiled reassuringly at the young woman over her shoulder. "You may set that here," she murmured to Link as she stopped in front of a door.
Link moved to open the door, but Fi lay a hand on his arm before he could.
"This is not my home. Leave it out here, so that they may rest easy."
He nodded and set the basket on the ground, pausing as he took one last look at the contents. What had once been dirty and bruised now looked freshly picked. He shook his head slowly. Now really wasn't the time for him to be seeing things.
"Hmm…" the hooded woman hummed as she sized Link up. "I have been meaning to visit the Spring of Wisdom atop Mount Lanayru; however, as you have undoubtedly seen, even the roads are dangerous these days. I could certainly use an escort if you are willing that is."
Link frowned thoughtfully. He did indeed wish to travel with her a bit longer if only to learn more about her. Besides, something about her set him at ease in spite of her peculiarity. Her presence, even in the minute amount of time he had spent with her, was more motherly than even Urbosa's. That being said, he had a feeling that the others would not approve of an unplanned detour.
"Don't worry. I will make sure that you and your friends do not go unrewarded," she said as though she were sharing his thoughts.
His eyes narrowed. How did she know about the others?
"Do you really believe that the six of you could come here and not be the talk of the town?" She knelt down next to Midna and began running her hand down the wolf's back. Midna, normally reluctant to allow even Link to touch her at times, was completely at ease with the woman's touch. "I hear even this one is an accomplished member of your group." Midna appeared to be somewhat crestfallen when Fi straightened herself.
He stared at Fi, trying to gain some bit of information from her, but no matter how hard he searched her, there was nothing he could glean.
"At least think on it, won't you?"
Link nodded after a moment, feeling warmth in his heart as Fi smiled.
"Thank you, Link." Impa gave him an apologetic smile as Paya moved to her room on the floor above. "I fear I owe you an apology. Paya has been thinking about you ever since your first visit. I had hoped to give her a gift of sorts, which was being able to spend the day with you. Had I known what had happened between you and Mipha, I would not have acted so carelessly. I am sorry."
Link just shrugged. It wasn't her fault that any of it had happened.
"You know, sometimes you are a bit too forgiving. If I may pass on something that took me years to learn, it is alright to be upset sometimes. Balance is key, young man."
Link frowned. He didn't have time to get worked up, to let his mind become clouded. He had already spent too much time focusing on himself.
"I see you don't understand yet," Impa murmured sadly. "I suppose it is something you will have to discover for yourself. As it is, is there any way I can repay you?"
"I met a woman named Fi- "
"So, I heard. May I presume you wish me to share what I know of her?"
"Yes. She asked me to escort her to Mount Lanayru."
"... Do you know the significance of the name Fi?" Impa asked quietly.
He shook his head as the Elder's eyes contemplated him.
"Fi was the name born by an ancient servant of the Goddess… that is the extent of what I know."
Link's face twisted in confusion. Impa seemed to know everything about everyone, yet in her village was a woman who she knew nothing about.
"I have tried to look into her," Impa explained, frustration bleeding through her normally calm demeanor, "however, there is nothing to be found. No family, no friends other than those who she has befriended here, no records of any kind. The only thing I have are wild speculations," Impa muttered darkly. The old woman closed her eyes and bowed her head, losing herself in her thoughts once more.
Link frowned. It was disconcerting to think he had stumbled into someone that not even the leader of the Sheikah knew anything about. With all of her considerable resources, she should have been able to find even the smallest hint as to the woman's past.
"... I cannot say that the idea of visiting Mount Lanayru doesn't have its merits," Impa finally murmured. "I believe it may hold a certain significance for you and the others. Visiting the Spring of Wisdom may help enlighten you in regards to the past. Even so, please tread carefully. Even if Fi proves to be a friend, there are other threats lurking in the shadows."
Link nodded.
"Very well. I suggest you return to the inn and discuss your change of plans with the others."
He nodded once more and turned away.
"One last thing, old friend." He stopped to listen as she spoke one last time. "I understand that you carry much guilt within you for the events in your past. I would hate to see you grow old and bitter because you have not learned to forgive yourself."
He knew she couldn't see his face tighten, but he had a feeling she knew just the same.
Link sighed as he sat down on his bed letting his head rest in his hands. The day's events had exhausted him, but then he had been forced to convince Daruk, Revali, and Mipha that traveling to Mount Lanayru was a worthwhile goal. Daruk and Mipha hadn't taken much, just the knowledge that Impa approved. Revali had taken more effort, but eventually, even he had been persuaded.
He stood back up and removed his pouch and emptied the contents on the floor. He sighed again as he looked at the meager contents that were left. The excitement over the last few weeks had made him negligent, leading to a small supply of food and other necessities. He sorted through what was left and reorganized it. He was in the process of replacing it all when he came across the package Urbosa had placed in there their last night in the Domain. He shrugged and was about to place it back in when he saw a letter tied to it.
A letter addressed to him.
He removed it and held it before him, unsure of what to do. Finally, after deciding that there was little point in speaking to Urbosa about the matter, he opened it.
Link,
I hope that you will forgive me for overstepping my bounds, but you left me little choice, young man. You see, when you returned the armor to my daughter, I could see there was something wrong with you. Normally, when you make a decision, you make it wholeheartedly. There is little room, if any at all, for doubt that you intend to see that decision through. Such is your resolve.
I didn't see that same resolve when you denied my dear Mipha. I know that you have seen and suffered much in your short life, more than most could handle. I also know that you have a habit of punishing yourself because you believe you are responsible for the fates of those you love. I do not wish you make this mistake anymore. If you do not wish to take my daughter's hand, so be it, but Link I want that choice to be one made with a resolute heart. I have no wish for you to regret this choice because you made a hasty decision in the heat of the moment, and so I will give you a little more time to truly make up your mind.
I will warn you against misunderstanding. I do not mean to enable your indecisiveness indefinitely. I know that your current struggles draw your attention, so I will give you until one month after Ganon's defeat. At that time, I will have your answer. Your true answer.
There is one last thing I wish to say to you. Whatever happens, I hope you know that you will always have a home among us.
With warm regards,
Dorephan
Link picked up the parcel. Even though it was still tightly wrapped, he knew what it held. He ripped through the paper and removed a chest piece made of black and blue scales. He felt his hands tighten around the Zora armor as he fought to keep his emotions in check.
"Under normal circumstances, I would warn you against going through a Lady's belongings… but these aren't normal circumstances, are they?"
Link froze as he heard Urbosa's nails tapping against the desk that sat in the corner. He flipped around, opening his mouth, only for the woman to hold up a finger.
"Listen," she said tersely before he could get a word out, "I'm still not feeling well and if the others find out I'm out of bed, I'm going to be in a worse mood, so let's not mince words."
Link narrowed his eyes as the Gerudo gazed at him with an unrecognizable glint in her eye.
"I'm not sure what you were thinking when you turned her down with no explanation," her voice overrode him as he tried to speak, "but I think now may be an excellent time for you to share."
Link opened his mouth but had nothing to say as she stared at him. She raised an eyebrow as he said nothing for a long time.
"Speak up!"
"I'm dangerous…"
"...?"
Link clamped his mouth shut as Urbosa's eyes dissected him. He hated the way her prying eyes tried to open him up. He just wanted to be left alone.
"It's nothing."
"Listen," Urbosa growled as she stood up and walked towards him slowly. "I don't have the patience for this. Now open your mouth and speak your blasted mind."
Link stood his ground and glared back at her. He knew, as her eyes continued to pierce him, that he had already lost their silent contest.
"I'm dangerous and a coward," he finally muttered. He said nothing more, waiting for her response.
"Why?"
He looked back at her impassively.
"You don't think you're getting off that easily, do you?"
"... I hid while my village was burned," Link replied tightly "I ran while other men bought me time."
"... You're an idiot."
Link's eyes widened. He opened his mouth to argue, but again she cut him off.
"Could a child protect a village? Could you have fought off an army of Guardians while protecting Zelda?"
"I don't deserve to be- " Link didn't even have the opportunity to finish as a fist slammed into his face.
"So, what happened?" Daruk asked tiredly as a tight-lipped Mipha healed the swollen bruise over Link's eye. She had already told Urbosa to lay down. Apparently, in Gerudo, that was the equivalent of telling her to sneak into her friend's room and punch him. Though she had tossed the thought aside quickly, she had seriously considered refraining from healing the two.
"Link and I were having a pleasant conversation."
"Urbosa, I know a right hook when I see one."
"He attacked my fist with his face," Urbosa replied straight-faced. Mipha bit back her desire to snap at the woman. She loved Urbosa dearly, but the woman didn't seem to understand that there were times when her humor was unwelcome.
"Wouldn't surprise me. He does seem to prefer the most unconventional and ineffective tactics." She scowled as Revali took another opportunity to jab at someone. She made eye contact with Link and quickly wiped the unpleasant look on her face. He still continued to stare at her with a familiar look. That was his way of letting her know he had something to say.
"Hey Feathers, I could use some help to my room."
"If you're well enough to punch him, then you are well enough to walk on your o- what are you doing?" he asked incredulously as the Gerudo grabbed onto a wing and began hauling him ungracefully from the foyer.
"Well," Urbosa growled, trying her best to sound pleasant, "I figured now was a good time to teach you how to be a gentleman."
"I'll have you know that I am a perfect gentleman!"
"Lesson one: a gentleman should be humble as well as willing to aid a lady in need."
"You don't count as a- "
"Don't you dare finish that sentence."
"I'm gonna make sure they don't kill each other," Daruk grumbled as the bickering echoed from the next room. The Goron followed after the other two, growling under his breath as he scratched at his beard.
Mipha, despite her best efforts, began fidgeting as she realized she was left alone with Link. She was upset with him, but the anxiety and awkwardness of being around him overrode her frustration. Her chest was tightening, making it difficult for her to breathe.
She had desperately hoped that they could stay friends, but the morning after he had rejected her proposal, things were… different. It was as though he were a complete stranger to her now. She tried to run back to the times they had shared when they were younger for comfort. It seemed that each memory was overshadowed by pain now.
It wasn't just the pain that made it difficult. Now, she felt lost. Link had become so integral to her life that she had always planned for him to be a part of her future.
It had never once occurred to her that he may not be, that he may have wanted something or someone other than her. It was enough to bring tears to her eyes.
"I should go," she muttered quickly. Before she could even take a step, a hand reached out and took her wrist. She turned slowly to Link, who refused to return her gaze.
"I think… I think we should talk," he whispered, finally making eye contact with her.
A/N: You know, I was expecting the anger for... some things that happened last chapter. What I wasn't ready for was the disappointment (also the comparison to A Fish out of Water was a bit odd. It's so much better than this). On that note, I am going to say something really dangerous: you didn't actually want Link and Mipha to get together in the last chapter. I know that sounds strange, but think about how awkward and forced it would have been if they had. It would have been so dissatisfying.
One last thing before I got to guest reviews. The change in tags is not permanent, but yes, it is accurate (though I think most of you figured that's where it was going anyway).
Guest reviews:
Heather: He will eventually find out what happened to him
Guest who likes Urbosa: I like her too. She kinda reminds me of my mother (a little exagerrated of course).
Airless: You should probably breathe. On a mores serious note, I'm glad that you are enjoying this so far and I hope I don't screw up to badly.
Other Guest: The sick, twisted part of me thinks it's hilarious that even when Mipha gets, you know, rejected, Revali still gets a sympathy comment... Poor Feathers.
As always, thank you guys for the reviews/favs/follows. They make me feel warm and fuzzy on the inside, which according to my doctor, is a problem. Ehh, what does he know? He only has a doctorate in medicine.