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"So the Gerudo were gypsies?" Zelda queried, turning towards her caretaker.

"It would appear so, though I have never heard anything of that sort before," Impa responded, resting her chin on her fist, "I suppose you would have to ask a Gerudo."

Link's ears perked up at these words, "I shall return."

"Kid I'm very busy, what the hell do ya want?" Nabooru asked as she was lead into the Princess's chamber.

"Oh, now get me a Zora!" Malon proclaimed as she saw the red headed woman.

Impa glared down at the young woman, then found herself calling back the young hero, "I am terribly sorry about this, but we were wondering if you could enlighten us to the origin of your people."

"Is that all? Listen closely 'cause I'm only gonna tell ya once." In one swift motion, the woman grabbed a wooden chair the Princess used for her studies and sat down, her elbows on her thighs and hands grasped in between, "Ya see four hundred years ago, there lived a gypsy woman named Aishe Gerudo who was said to be the great great granddaughter of a powerful sorcerer. Now were you to ask any other Gerudo, they would tell you that she was fooled by a man and taken advantage of, but the truth is, she was very much in love. She devoted her whole heart to the man, and together the two travelled the countryside."

"It was in the desert we now call home that the two were attacked by the gang of thieves that once lived there. The two were ripped of their belongings and thrown together in a cell that the thieves used for hostages. Three months passed before at last the man negotiated a deal with the thieves, and was released, leaving Aishe alone… and pregnant. It is said that one night, a month later, she was visited by a young woman whom was with the thieves. She told her of an oasis out in the desert and freed my ancestor from her cell to seek out the safe place."

"She wondered for days out in the desert, starving and with child, and when all hope seemed lost, the sandstorms disappeared and a clearing came into sight. It was there, in the safety, that she at last allowed her rage to boil to the surface. She cursed the thieves that imprisoned her and the sands that forced her to remain, but most of all, the gypsy cursed the man that had abandoned her. In her fury, she tapped into the power of her great great grandfather and called down from the heavens Din, the goddess of power.

"She asked Din for the power to seek revenge on those who wronged her, and the goddess granted her wish, but at a price. In order to destroy on man, she would have to honor another. She was told that soon she would give birth to twins, one girl and a boy. To the boy she must remain obedient and every hundred years, a new man would be born of her blood, to be honored and obeyed as well by her descendants, for only through these men could other women drink of the power that the goddess granted. As well, for calling upon the goddess, she and her descendants would be stripped of the power to hear the Gods. Upon agreeing to the goddess's terms Aishe's elven ears were turned round and her beautiful dark hair was made red as a reminder of her promise."

"Using this power, the gypsy woman became a great warrior and soon slaughtered the men amongst the thieves, and those women whom refused to obey. With her army of women, she returned to her home and pillaged the village house by house until she reached the home of her beloved and with her own blade, she slit the man's throat, leaving him to die alone."

"In memory of Aishe, we built the Spirit Temple at the place where her deal with the goddess of power was made which we still honor to this day."

"Link, are ya'll alright? You seem a lil uncomferable," Malon asked the pale hero.

"Just wishing there were a few more males around," he laughed nervously, staring back and forth at the four females.

"Not that I care, but why did you want to know about my people?" the Gerudo leader asked.

"We recently found this book in the royal archives," the sheikah explained. Placing the tome in the other woman's lap, "It would seem that your ancestors are mentioned."

"Hm, let me see," Nabooru mumbled, thumbing through the pages.

"Why thank you for volunteering to continue the story, I am afraid I have grown quite parched," Impa smirked as she stretched out in her chair.

"Wait a second I never agreed to…" as the red haired woman looked down on at the children's faces, she suddenly found herself backed into a corner, "Fine, but don't you dare tell a soul."

"Book of Spirit

Chapter Four:

The Mysterious Bard

It had been four weeks since they had left Dooya, following the trail trail that the gypsy left behind. From Dooya, they headed to Gav, from Gav to Nashado, from Nashado to Patrin, and from Patrin to Boro, each town with the same story, Poes had driven away business, and a gypsy drove away the Poes. His troupe would stay for a few weeks then move on, as gypsies often did, and so the knights continued on. It was not until they reached Boro that they received any good news. It would seem that less than a week before the gypsies had visited, then headed off to the north towards Gillie.

"So, have we arrived?" the princess asked, sitting side saddle on her majestic white horse, looking down at the village below.

"Yes, I believe it is."

"How can you be so sure?" Erol asked the seer clinging onto him. The answer became clear before the boy was able to open his mouth as his horse leaped back onto its hind legs, frightened of the specter appearing before them, "Hold on girl!" the knight shouted, as he reached for his sword, leaving his right arm to suffer the weight of two men. "Argh, take this foul spirit!" he shouted as he swung his blade through the ghostly body, offering little resistance. Seeing the Poe dance about, preparing to disappear, Erol struck out once more and the beast released a small cackle before converting bursting into a puff smoke.

"Any more doubts?" Theo asked to the group, none of whom protested, "Good, then I suggest we head to town by foot, I am certain that we have not seen the last of these Poes."

The nine Hylians had barely set foot in the village when a cry rang out nearby, "Help!!!"

"Someone should help her," the Princess spoke, her gloved fists pressed hard against her chest as she watched the three Poes surrounding a small girl.

"But your Highness, if we leave to aid this girl, who shall protect you?" Sir Wyatt asked, watching the child in the corner of his eye.

The Princess bit her lip in her inability to find an answer, she did not wish for the girl to be harmed, but then again she herself did not wish to be harmed either. "Do not fret Princess, I shall rescue her." Zelda turned to the familiar sound of Erol's voice and could not help but wonder how he could be so brave.

Wyatt's face turned red as the young knight ran off into battle, 'Always trying to make us seem like cowards, I shall show him,' he thought, then immediately ran after, sword in hand.

Three pairs of large eyes glared down at the small girl as her hands tried to move her closer to the wall, but there was nowhere left to go, "Please don't eat me!" she pleaded to them, tears running down her face, but they continued moving towards her, baring their menacing claws. Then suddenly, the middle Poe began to squeal, and then, the one to the left. The young girl opened her eyes to the twirling phantoms as steal seemed to cut through the monsters. The two Poes disappeared in darkness, replaced by two caped men, holding swords and shields.

"The third seemed to have escaped," Erol reported staring down the road, then turning back to the brown haired girl, "Are you alright?"

Still in shock, the girl nodded slightly to the man and slowly loosened her grip on the wall.

"Hey kid, do you happen to know where the Gerudo Gypsies are?" Wyatt asked, wanting to draw attention away from his companion. The young girl simply pointed down an alleyway to where a group of tents could be scene a distance off. "Alright, we found them!" the man yelled over to the rest of the group then took off towards the caravan.

"Now you go straight home, promise?" Erol smiled down at the girl. Once again she nodded then took off down the street.

A few poe battles later, the hylians arrived at the Gypsy camp, based in what appeared to be the village center. All around the people performed, it seemed that the poes did not bother visiting. Upon their arrival, they were met by two green eyed gypsy women, dancing along to the nearby music, "Why hello, you're not from around here are you?"

"Um no, we are not," Leo laughed nervously as the woman danced close, her orange billowing dress swiping against his pants legs.

"Ah then you are like us, no?" The other woman smiled, dancing next to his brother, "You like to travel."

"Well actually…"

"Oh, I bet a bunch of handsome men like you have all sorts of coins to spare," the first gypsy giggled, moving onto Sir Ethan, brushing her fingers through his hair.

"Well sure we do," Ethan laughed, detaching his wallet from his waist. As the second woman moved to join her friend, the knight felt his bag being grabbed from behind.

"Of course, we would be very appreciative if you could tell us where we could find the man who sells the seals," Theo smirked, tossing the bag up and down in his hand so they could here it jingle.

"Oh, you seek Ramon."

"They always do. Follow the music; it should take you to him."

"But beware; the voice of an angel can often hide a demon."

"Thank you very much, we'll be sure to take care," Theo spoke, removing a few of the coins they had exchanged for from the purse, then tossing it to the dancers.

After the dancers had left, much to the disappointment of many of the knights, it was Robin who was the first to speak "So do you think that's the music?" he asked, pointing to the nearby fiddle player.

"No, if he were that close, they would have just said so," Tobias responded, looking around the caravan, "Perhaps we should venture further and see what we hear."

In a unanimous decision, the group agreed to the silent knight's plan and ventured forth with the exception of the seer, "Theo, where are you going."

"I shall meet you later," he waved off then turned towards a fortune teller's booth, "First I have to teach someone a lesson about respecting other people's abilities."

Confused, Erol followed in pursuit of his charge, leaving the Zelda in the care of the other six knights. Forming a circle of protection around the Princess, the knights walked as a single unit into the canvas mass, keeping their ears perked for the mysterious melody of which they were told.

It was Robin who noticed first, "How beautiful."

"What art…" Sir Wyatt began then he too heard the music. It was a subtle sound of strings being plucked, harmonizing with tones that were soon recognizable as a voice as they followed the sound, eventually happening upon a tent.

They followed the edge of the canvas until at last they found the entrance. Lacking a solid door, and thus any means of polite entry the party was aware of, Wyatt parted the cloth and entered the residence, "Pardon my intrusion, but I was wondering if you were the one they call Ramon?" the knight spoke to the man inside, startling him as he wrote out his seals.

"Yes, I am he," the bronzed man spoke, curious as to why a stranger had entered his home, "If you are looking for seals, I am making them as we speak and shall be selling them at noon.

"Oh no, do not worry, I can handle myself," the knight spoke feeling the hilt of his sword, "Actually, I was sent here to ask something of thee. Would you mind allowing me a moment to discuss the situation?"

"Well, I suppose," the gypsy man replied, not entirely sure what was being asked of him, "but it must truly be a moment, I do not have much time to spare."

"Then we shall be brief," the twenty-two year old brunette responded, sticking his hand through the entrance way, signaling the others to enter.

The gypsy watched as the knights filed into his home one after another until at last a beautiful young lady trailed in behind them, her purple gown dragging behind her and neck adorned with gold and sapphires. Obviously, she was of great social standing in the land she came from, her skin far too fair for the region, "Had I known I would be entertaining such a beautiful woman, I would have cleaned."

"Worry not, I have been expose to far worse and survived," Zelda smiled, thinking back to the disarray that were her chambers for five months. As she looked around the room, the Princess could not seem to find the source of the music that had led them there. The sound seemed to be coming from somewhere beyond the canvas, but she knew that could not be. As Zelda stared at the wall, she suddenly noticed yet another flap in the cloth. Another room perhaps, "Tell me, who is making that wondrous sound."

Ramon seemed confused at first as he listened to the girl's question, and the suddenly he understood, "Pardon me, after awhile you cease to notice. That is my nephew, Cato."

"Well, then tell Cato that he has a magnificent voice," Zelda responded, attempting to see between the folds, "One would think with a talent such as his, he would not wish to confine himself so."

The man's green eyes seemed to change as he stared down at the table, "I am certain he thinks the same, the poor child has not been outside in almost six seasons, almost half a year after he came to live with me. He spends his days either playing his music or muttering to himself."

"The perhaps we should escort the Princess out of here. We would not wish for her to fall ill," Sir Wyatt spoke, holding up the entrance to the tent.

"Worry not, what he has is not contagious, perhaps I should explain," Ramon spoke, closing his eyes as he leaned back in his chair. "You see, about two years ago, a terrible disease spread through our troupe, wiping out nearly a third of our people. Among them were my brother and his wife. Feeling sorry for the boy, I took Cato in to my home to help him through that difficult time. However, my nephew refused my help and as the months passed, the boy became more and more withdrawn and eventually grew ill. Because of its sudden onset, the people of our tribe came to believe that he has been cursed, but I myself have a different theory. According to traditions, we burn the belongings of the dearly departed, as not to incur their wrath, but as one so young; it is possible that Cato may have kept something to remember them by. So far, I have been unable to locate such an item and so, day after day, I try to release the spirits hold on him, but that too has proven fruitless."

Zelda could not help but feel sorry for the child; she knew well what it was like to lose someone close. Something inside the girl pulled her towards the room and before she realized what she was doing, the Princess pulled away the cloth, revealing a young gypsy boy of twelve, sitting crossed legged on his small bed, plucking away at the strings of a guitar. As she watched his shallow green eyes staring down at his callused fingers, either not noticing or not caring about the girl whom had entered, the boy's song seemed to take on a new meaning of which she could not quite put her finger on. The closed word she could find was haunting, it shook at her very soul and as Zelda listened, she could not help but feel herself a little girl again, running through the halls of the castle searching for someone whom could aid her only family.

As the tears welled in her eyes, Zelda shut the entrance and took a deep breath. It was not until she at last found herself composed that the royal turned back to the room, "I suppose we should get down to business," the Princess spoke, taking back control of the room, "We have travelled very far searching for a person of your talents."

"Well, I am quite honored, but I am afraid that moment I promised you is up, I have to work now, but if you wish, you are welcome to come find me later on this afternoon," the man spoke then turned back to his seals, lifting his brush and painting onto the fresh paper, ignoring the people around him.

Dumbfounded, the knights turned to one another for answers, but when they discovered there were none to be found, exited the residence.

"Ooh yes, I see that you have travelled a great distance," The fortune teller spoke as she waved her hands over her crystal ball.

"Oh my yes, that's amazing," Theo spoke in false surprise, pretending to fall into the woman's trap.

"Yes, I see great riches in thine future."

"Really, well then let me see," gently, the seer placed his light hand upon the tanned skin of her hand, "I see a woman, your sister. I see you taking coins from her purse and spending it on drink."

"How… how did you know that?" the gypsy asked in fascination.

"A word of advice, the next time you want to cheat someone out of their coin, make sure that they cannot see the future themselves, or otherwise, they might reveal something you wish not found," Theo smirked then turned to his guardian, "She has nothing to teach me. Come, I am sure the others have found Ramon by now."

"Wait, you seek the great Ramon?" the woman asked, grasping at the seer's hand to stop him from leaving.

"We are indeed," the blond responded looking the woman in the eyes.

"Then a warning I must give, beware the betrayer."

"So, those were the men who rescued the girl."

"Yes, they are very powerful. They have slaughter many of the others," the Poe spoke as it floated above the ground.

"Hm, then we had best keep an eye on them. Follow them from a distance and report back to me if anything should occur."

"Yes Master Cato.""

Alright, another chapter down. Wow, I'm on a roll. At this rate, I should be done with BoS by the end of the week. Also I'm consideringwriting a more indepth version of Aishe's story, if you are interested, tell me in your reveiw.