Chapter 13: Nonsense

Zelda had decided so suddenly to go to Gerudo Desert that she'd even surprised herself. But she really wanted to see Urbosa- for some reason, the Gerudo Champion could always help her feel better about things like this.

When Zelda stopped for the night, starting a small flame, she knew that the knight was camping not far behind her when she saw a hint of the bright blue of his tunic in the darkness. She felt an inkling of frustration creep back, but…

Seeing the knight reminded her of what he had said.

"Your people need you as a leader. Not just as a way to seal the calamity."

She had also yelled at him, and had called him a liar. She had assumed that he despised her the most out of everyone.

But then she thought about another one of his sentences.

"I am merely needed as a weapon."

Did he truly believe that? The great Hylian Champion, merely a weapon?

Zelda shook her head. No, he was saying that to make her feel 'better.' Probably to get him ten times his already large pay. The great Hylian Champion may have been silent, but he was arrogant. But he was a sturdy rock of hope to the people. To them, he was more a leader than Zelda would ever be.

Another reason that she despised him so. He most likely lived an ordinary childhood, or even a wonderful childhood. Two loving parents… for all Zelda knew, he had twenty five siblings. He probably trained to become a knight to be like his father or something.

And when he drew the Master Sword, wouldn't that mean all his dreams came true? To be a champion was a great honor, let alone the wielder of the Sword that Seals the Darkness!

But that's all he had done. He had drawn a hunk of metal (No offense to you, Hylia. Zelda added quickly.) from the ground, and had been given all the glory he could possibly want because of it!

Was he silent to make him look even more powerful in the people's eyes? If so, Zelda disliked him even more.

...That was the moment that she realized she had no food other than a small bit bread. She tried to take a bite out of it, but it tasted so stale that she almost spat it back out.

The trip to the Gerudo Desert was going to be long, too. Without any food…

Zelda bit her lip and glanced at the small plume of smoke coming up from over the hill, where the knight was surely camping.

He probably had brought food. After all, he was absolutely perfect, wasn't he? He couldn't possibly do anything wrong. Right?

...She was going to have to ask him for food, wasn't she?

Zelda shook her head. She'd rather not speak to the knight she despised. She was going to avoid him, and ignore him! Yeah! That sounded good!

...No, it didn't. If what he said about getting his head chopped off was true, then she would probably have to interact with him at some point. No one wanted to send an innocent person to death, even if it was someone they hated with passion.

Zelda glanced at the small plume of smoke in the distance, creating a haze over part of the night sky.

...Did she really hate him? Or was she taking out her frustration and anger on him?

Zelda shook her head. Taking all of her frustration out on the one that seemed to have none seemed a bit childish. So, until she was ready to admit it, she hated him.

Yet, despite 'hating' him, she couldn't help but speculate. He was surrounded in mysteries, he was. She didn't even know who his parents were. Perhaps Impa would know when Zelda got back from the desert.

And why was he so silent? She'd be lying if she said she hadn't thought about it before. At first she had thought he was mute, but he replied to that with a spoken 'No.' So that idea was out of the question.

If Zelda was right, then she thought that he was trying to make himself look mysterious and superior. That way, people wouldn't ask him questions and none would question his competence.

Why, Zelda couldn't imagine a single soul doubting the man. Though she had never witnessed his skill with a sword, she had heard rumors of the speed and agility with which he maneuvered.

Zelda sighed and laid down beside the small and flickering flame she had managed to conjure. The knight was not important. She had to turn her focus to her studies and unlocking her powers.

But for now, she would go to sleep.

"Master Link?"

"Yes, Fi?" Link asked as he pulled the fish he had been cooking off of the stick. He had managed to catch one in a nearby stream. Sometimes Link wished he could just throw explosives into the water and kill all the fish, so that he could eat all he could want.

"When you have completed the preparation of that meal, may I have some?"

Link nearly choked on his own spit. "You're a sword, Fi."

A pause. Then: "I could take on a physical form, once. However, that was many ages ago. Perhaps being woken once again and traveling like this has brought back memories."

"So you're lost in the past." Link summarized. I get the feeling.

"How can one be lost in the past if they know the path to the present?" Fi asked.

Link cut part of the fish with his knife and took a bite before responding. "I don't know." Link admitted calmly. "But sometimes it isn't easy for one to find their way back. Sometimes one does not believe there is a way."

"You are speaking of that incident that happened nearly ten years ago?" Fi asked.

Link did not reply.

"You still feel guilt." Fi stated factually.

"How could one dismiss the guilt of something they could have prevented?" Link asked.

"You need not carry the blame in any of this." Fi said emotionlessly. "To be lost in the past dulls the future. Sometimes one must release their bottled up emotions."

"Do you feel emotions, Fi?" Link asked quietly.

During the silence that followed, Link glanced up at the crescent moon and the glittering stars that danced about it. He listened to the sound of the gentle breeze rustling the blades of grass, and the chirping of ever active crickets.

"I believe so." Fi finally replied. "I can remember the time spent with my first master. Before I began my long slumber, I remember feeling the emotion I have since learned is called 'happiness.'"

"How can one be cheerful when they know they are to leave, and never return?" Link asked, turning his gaze back to the sword that rested beside him. At least, temporarily.

"I felt joy at being able to have met my master." Fi said. "We were connected deeply. My spirit was created from a fragment of the Hero's Spirit, which is why I and the Hero are so tightly bound."

"So if I have the Hero's Spirit," Link began unsurely. "Then that makes me just as connected to you as your old master?"

"I have no old master." Fi said blankly. "Only one."

"Well." Link rolled his eyes. "That clears things up. Why would the old hero, or 'me', be reborn over and over again?"

"Because only the one with the unbreakable spirit can wield the Sword that Seals the Darkness." Fi said calmly. "As well as other reasons that you will learn of in time."

Link sighed before he finished off the last of the fish. "If you say so, Fi."

Link doubted all this "Hero Reborn" business, but he decided to go with it anyway. At least it's interesting to hear stories about something that is completely ridiculous.

"I heard that." Fi chimed. But other than that, she did not comment.

And with that, Link laid down on the thin mat he had brought and looked up at the stars.

...He might as well get a little rest. He glared at the sword that laid beside him.

"Wake me up when the princess leaves. I know you are perfectly capable of doing so." Link huffed.

"Very well, Master Link." Fi replied emotionlessly.

Hooray! Link is sleeping when it isn't against his will! Maybe Fi is helping...

Sorry, not much action. Just thoughts. I had to get something in today, and writing about traveling is just boring.

REPLIES! (Guys, please reply. SmokeyMirrors is fun to reply to, but I do care about other people's thoughts, too! I reply to all comments!)

SmokeyMirrors: Well, I think she's starting to be suspicious. But she still isn't investigating much. However, we do have a thought that reveals that she might ask Impa. Sooooo... who knows? And I freaking love the Gerudo. The first part is kind of hard, because Zelda hates Link, Link is super blank faced and pretends to be emotionless, and it's not much fun to write about stuff like that. But after the Blades of Yiga memory, I think I'll be putting more details and effort into the chapters and make them better quality. It's a lot easier to write about parts you really like. I'll comment about the "Yikes" in 2.0.

SmokeyMirrors (2.0): Well... I don't think Liari has lost faith in him. Not at all. Actually, the worry is because of how Link is cutting himself off, and all that good stuff. Because a sister always knows, right? True colors... I wrote that just to show that Link can only be himself when he's by himself, because he thinks that people want the tough, silent type as a hero. But if you want, you can ignore that because I might change my mind. Yes, Link definitely needs some hugs. I don't think Zelda yelling at him will break him, because he knows she's just taking it out on him, but who knows? Yeah, I totally wish more people reviewed! As much as I like replying to you, I also want to know everyone else's opinions, too!

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