CHAPTER 2

Flashbacks

The next morning me and the Hylian walked down the Death Mountain trail to Kakariko village. I really didn't want him coming with me but he said he had something to do in Hyrule. "So technically I'm not following you," he pointed out.

I had nothing to say to that. I let him come with him. He didn't talk to me though. I was glad. I didn't want to talk to him either.

As we walked I knew Impa would not be happy to see me. I knew she's be mad that I came to Hyrule. I didn't care. She was never there for me anyway. Not even when I was a child. So she wasn't really like a mother anyway. That was probably Zelda's fault too.

When reached the village Impa ran up to us saying. "Link, oh, there you are. Did you..." she stopped in mid sentense when she saw me standing next to him.

I stared back at her silently.

"Who is this?" she asked pointing at me. I could sense a strain in her voice. As if she was having a hard time controling herself.

"I don't know," Link said shrugging. "He never told me his name. I'm just glad I met him. He saved my life."

"Oh, really?" Impa asked. I could read in her eyes. "This child saved your life!"

Link nodded. "Yeah, and the funny thing is he says he knows you. Is that true? Does he?"

Impa nodded. relunctantly. "Yes, I know him. I've known him for years."

I could tell by her tone of voice she wished she didn't.

"Well, that's good," Link said turning to go. "I'd like to stay and talk about it more but I have to go. I'll see you later, Impa."

"Good bye Link," she called, waving as he walked away.

When he was gone she turned to me. Angrily. I expected that from her. She's never happy to see me.

"Hello, Mother," I said.

Impa grabbed my arm. "You come with me," she said, leading me to her house. The place where I was born. One of the places I despised the most.

When we reached the house she opened the door and pulled me inside. Once inside she closed the door and turned to me. Her face was slightly red by then. "How dare you come here," she said, folding her arms and glaring at me. "You know you're not allowed here."

"And why not?" I asked snipily. "Won't that spoiled witchess let me?"

She knew who I was talking about. She raised her hand.

SMACK!

I found myself on the floor holding my face.

"Don't you dare say that about your princess!" she shrieked.

"She's not my princess!" I shouted. "You may be loyal to her but I'm not!"

"You had better learn to be," Impa said. "I will not have you causing trouble around here like you had back home seven years ago."

"Oh, so now you're mad at me about that!" I screamed. "Well, let me tell you something, MOTHER, you probably would have acted the same if your twin sister, your other half, was killed because a stupid princess from another country needed her body for a disguise!"

Impa looked like she wanted to slap me again. She didn't. Partly because I was still on the floor. "Now listen here. Merlian wanted to do that. She had always been kind and had been good friends with Zelda. She thought in doing that they would have a sealed friendship."

"Merlian was blind! Her kindness killed her because Zelda took advantage of it!" I objected. "That's why you let us get so close. You knew all along what that spoiled brat wanted! Didn't you love my sister? You own daughter?"

"I loved Merlain very much!" Impa defended herself.

"Then why did you let that happen to her? If you were any kind of mother you wouldn't have let it happen." I gave her a dark look. "Or did you think you were doing the king a favor by getting rid of one of us?" I asked before she could say anything.

Impa looked stunned. "What?" she demanded.

"I know all about your wild night."

"What are you talking about?"

"I know you had sex with the king of Hyrule and got pregnant with me and Merlain. We were just an accident weren't we?" Impa looked away. "You got yourself so drunk at a party you didn't know what you were doing didn't you?" She glowered at me. "You didn't think Father would ever know about it. But he found out. That's why we moved away after Merlain and I were born. You were trying to get rid of your accident before anyone found out. But we did. We found out everything."

I gave her an evil smile. "By the time you brought Zelda into the picture it was too late," I noticed a strange look on her face. "You don't have to worry. None of the other Sheikahs knew. Only our family except Jecra."

Impa looked relieved at that answer but she still glared at me coldly.

"So I know that that spoiled little bitch princess if my evil half sister."

"Don't talk about that anymore!"

"Why? Are you ashamed of me? Is that why you didn't want me here? Becasue then the king out find out? Well too bad. If he does he does. I'm your fault. Don't ever forget."

Impa took a step toward me. I moved back. She grabbed my shoulders and shook me. "Don't ever talk about that!" she screamed her voice cracking. "Never! That wasn't my fault! I was young. I didn't know what I was doing! I thought he was your father!"

"He is my father!" I shouted.

Impa closed her eyes and kept on shaking me. "I know! I KNOW!"
I let her shake me for awhile then wrenched myself free. I knew I was being disrespectful but I didn't care. Impa stared at me, looking hurt. For a moment I felt bad for treating her that way but I quickly got rid of the feeling by remembering what had happened to my sister.

"Mother," I said. "I didn't come here to see you anyway."

"Then why did you come here?" she asked suspiciously.

"I can't tell you," I said fingering a dagger in my cloak.

"Why not?" she demanded.

Instead of answering I turned toward the door and opened it. "I don't need to tell you." Impa grabbed my arm, shut and door, and forced me to look at her.

"Why did you come here?" she demanded again. "You tell me or I'm not letting you leave this house!"

"Impa," I said calmly. "I'm seventeen. I'm a grown up now. I don't have to listen to you anymore."

"You are also my child!" she shouted in my face. "Which means no matter how old you are you still have to listen to me! Now you tell me why you came here this instant!"

"No," I said like a spoiled brat. "I won't tell you and you can't make me!"

"Oh, yes I can," she said.

I pulled out my dagger and pointed it at her face. "Let me go or I'm going to have to do something I don't want to do."

Impa slapped my face again. "How dare you pull a knife on your own mother!" she screamed. "I taught you better than that!"

"You didn't teach me anything!" I pointed out. "Father did."

"How were you able to leave anyway?" she demanded.

"Because," I said. "As soon as I turned seventeen they couldn't hold me back any longer. I was too old to be held back."

"And your brother just let you leave?" she prompt.

"Yes, he knows better then to go against our laws. Oh, he didn't want me to go. But he knew he couldn't stop me."

"Hmm...," was all she said. Then she started for the door.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"I don't have to tell you," she snapped giving me a cold look. "But I'm not going to let you leave this house till I get back. So don't get any ideas."

She stepped outside and I heard the lock slide into place.

I sighed and sat down on her bed. "She can't keep me in here," I said. "She just can't..."

I noticed something on the bed and turned my head to look at it. It was a toy that looked almost exactly like Zelda.

I picked up the doll and stared at it a moment. I felt my anger returning. How dare they make dolls of that bitch! I started to choke it. "I hate you Zelda!" I seethed. "I wish you were dead! DEAD! D-E-A-D DEAD!"

I grabbed my dagger off the table and stabbed it. "That's what I'm going to do if I ever get my hands on you!"

I threw the doll with the dagger still embeded in it across the room then sat down again my anger slowly leaving me. Like water out of a broken dam.

Sorrow replaced my anger as I thought about my sister. She had been my best friend, my other half so to speek. She had been there when I was lonely, which was most of the time since I had and still have no friends. We had even shared our secrets and fears. Mine was the unpredictable future. Hers was dying.

Impa knew my sisters fear yet she had gone along with letting Merlian die to become Zelda disguise. That ment she didn't care about my sister like she said she did. She cared more about that royal brat.

I felt my rage returning as I continued to dwell on this. Soon I had to take some deep breaths to keep from exploding into a berserk rage.

I noticed my dagger once again and pulled it out of the doll. I put it up to my hand and accidently sliced my palm open. I gasped in pain and watched as some of the blood splashed on the dolls plain dress.

Visions of bloody images appeared in my head. I grabbed the table to steady myself. I was having a flashback from my old nightmare. The one I'd been having almost every night since the incident seven years ago. The day I'd been drugged so I wasn't able to save my sister.

I drempt I was in some kind of place, a temple or something. A whole bunch of people were standing around chatting. I'd look up toward the roof and see my sister falling. I'd call to her and try to run forward but someone held me back.

She'd stare at me pleadingly, as if she were trying to send me a message, then her eyes would close.

I'd shout her name but it was too late. She landed on an alter and someone in a cloak stood over her holding a knife.

I saw the Zelda I remembered from seven years ago standing beside the cloaked figure, grinning evilly.

I grew angry at the smile. How dare she! I screamed and cursed and tried to get at the princess. Someone would slap me and hold me still.

I would look up just in time to see the cloaked figure plung the knife into my sister's heart. I would scream.

Zelda still stood there grinning. My sisters body slowly began to vanish.

Zelda disappeared behind a bright light then reappeared.

As Merlian my sister.

Author's note: It may not seem like it but I do like Impa. I also like Zelda but not as much as Sheik. You may not understand a few parts in this chapter but I promise it will all be explained later.