Inspiration: Gladiator, the scene where Russel Crowe takes off his mask and says "My name is Maximus Desmus Meridius..."; ronin warriors; the eccentric foreshadowing nature of the Happy Mask Saleman; and friendship.
Shout Outs: Great Irony, Salink Fan, 19ross-barratk (I'm so sorry I forgot to shout you out), and ShadowNinja1011 thanks for reading new readers
Original Author's Note: Reedited 4/9/2012; ADDENDUM- Reedited 1/1/2013, this chapter will include Saria's POV, and a more character interaction. Thanks. ~ZR~.
Chapter 3
Thoughts of a Slave: An Assassins Narrative
The cloaked and cowled killer ran fast past the trees of the forest looking for a specific destination. The assassin paused and dropped low when they thought they heard a sound of someone coming.
I can't be careless, the slave thought, not like the other day.
The killer waited until the sound subsided. They rose their head at the brush and looked to see what it was. It was a royal elk. The slave let out a deep sigh when the animal galloped by. It brought up less than fond memories of a nearly spoiled plan. Even though the other day didn't go exactly as anticipated, the impact was still pretty devastating.
The royal family and their devious schemes, the killer thought, it's only a matter of time now... they're about to implode.
However, even though what was done was done, the slave knew it could've been done better.
If he ever finds out what happened, then I'm as good as dead, the slave thought.
The assassin tried to shake their mind of the negative thoughts and grabbed onto a loose vine. The killer stepped back and pushed forward to create momentum. They swung across to the other side of the a precipice. When the slave landed, they rolled into a standing position and walked several yards into the dark purplish mist. The killer sniffed the air for some evidential marker of a scent.
That spot is close, the slave thought.
The assassin walked several more yards ahead, and knelt down and touched the ground where the imprint of their body was from the scuffle the other day. The killer wasn't expecting such a challenge from one of the guards of a routine hunt.
That was no ordinary soldier, the slave thought, that man was the First Knight of Hyrule.
The assassin looked up and took note of some dried red blood on some loose foliage from where they were standing.
He must've hit that barrier pretty hard to lose this much blood, the killer went on to introspect.
The slave raised a clothed brow when they saw something they hadn't noticed before.
What's this? the assassin thought.
There was a faint second set of footprints in the ground where the blood trail ended.
So, someone's coming to check on me... interesting, the slave thought, it's either that, or my eyes are playing tricks on me.
The assassin billowed an irritated breath at the thought, and then walked over a few steps to an old, decayed stump. The stump was their objective in the first place. Inside the cruddy, mildewed earth was was a scroll and a quiver of arrows. The assassin's face was stoic at the sight of this.
Hmph, the killer thought, new orders already. It looks like he wants to proceed quicker than I had anticipated.
The assassin picked up the items and read the note before putting them away in their bag.
"Well," the assassin whispered, "no time to lose, I must prepare."
With that, the slave took off running at full speed and disappeared into the darkness of the mist.
~SSS~
Two Days Later: Saria's POV
I don't remember my past.
I raised my eyebrows and grunted a little when I thought about that.
Let me rephrase that.
I can't remember my past.
My life seems like a dream really. I remember one day waking up in a tiny village, and then leaving that village to come to Hyrule. I had no real qualms about the move, I just moved. I have my reasons for being in the city, but that still doesn't quell the dormant uncertainty I feel inside me.
Why can't I remember my past? What happened to me? Why can't anyone from the village I came from recall anything other than me just showing up one day?
I bit my lower lip, racking my brain for the billionth time it seemed thinking about this.
I don't know what happened to my parents. I don't know why I have certain abilities the way I do. I don't even remember where I learned how to sew. It's so strange.
I shook my head of my thoughts and decided to let it go. There was no sense thinking about things where there was no clear explanation. I had to let that go. Maybe one day something would conjure itself in my mind. Until then, I needed to focus on building my business.
I was in Castle Town square going from business to business asking if I could put up parchment and Gerudo ink flyers to advertise my dress shop in Kakariko Village. The layout of the square was broad and spacious with only one entrance to the castle from the south. There were guards stationed at every rooftop and every alley. Security seemed to be full proof, with the exception of breaks in continuity leading to the castle at five minutes before the hour to five minutes after the hour.
That's an unnecessary ten minute window of lag, I thought, I wonder who came up with such a bloated defect in security when such important people's lives are at risk.
I shrugged at the thought, but then paused and pondered why I was able to key in on such seemingly insignificant details from the average citizen. I was only a dressmaker after all.
It's no matter Saria, I told myself, just hang your flyers and move on with your life.
I was nearly done surveying the square, when I came to one of the last few shops in the eastern part of town, the Happy Mask Shop. It was taking me a lot longer to do the marketing with my limp, but I needed the business. I paused for a moment and looked at the store. I didn't know what it was about the mask place that bothered me so, but I decided to put away my instincts and ask the owner if I could advertise anyway.
Make your visit short and brief, I thought.
I opened the door, walked in, and uncloaked my headdress. I didn't know why, but it was the only place out of all the businesses I went to that I took off my head covering.
Maybe it's a subliminal way of showing the owner I'm not afraid, I thought.
The man behind the counter gave me an odd look at the action.
"Good morning," I greeted with a big smile, "how are you this morning?"
The happy mask salesman stared at me for a long time before he greeted me back.
"Good morning young lady," he replied.
This was the first time I met him, but there was something definitely unsettling about his manner.
Make this quick, I told myself.
I took a few steps forward.
"I'm new to the area and was wondering if I could advertise my dress shop in your business," I stated, "it could be mutually beneficial for the both of us. If you send customers my way, I'll gladly advertise your shop as well."
The salesman looked me up and down several times before he answered my proposition. He smiled a very wide, queer smile that both seemed out of place and purposeful. I tried not to let it show, but I took a small step back.
"So," he said finally, "you want to advertise your little shop in here do you?"
I didn't reply right away. There was something in his face and manner that was completely unnerving.
Little shop? I wondered, a little put off by his slighted disrespect.
"Yes," I replied, "I just opened in Kakariko Village, and would like to expand. Castle Town seems like the best possible location for advertising."
I smiled when I said this, and the salesman narrowed his eyes slightly at me. He looked like he was studying me. I raised a brow at his gaze.
What is wrong with this man? I wondered. Why is he so… odd?
"You think Castle Town is a good place to advertise?" he inquired.
I paused for a moment, not at all expecting the question and answer session he was starting to produce.
"Yes, I did," I said, then took another step back, "but if you'd rather not I-"
"Nonsense!" he interrupted with sudden enthusiasm. "You can hang your flyer right over there on the bulletin board."
I paused again, and then took in a sudden relieved breath. I looked to my left where the bulletin board was and then nodded my thanks.
"Much obliged good sir," I said and pinned the parchment up.
The salesman gave me another long once over and smiled again.
"Of course," he said, "of course."
The uncomfortable feeling of being in this man's presence never left me. I wanted to hurry up with my business and get out of there.
Say your goodbyes and leave, I told myself.
Once I was done, I bowed and then hurried for the exit.
"Thank you very much for your patronage," I said.
However, before I had a chance to open the door the salesman called out to me.
"Before you go, do you mind taking a look at my wares?" he asked. "I may have something of interest to you."
I raised my eyebrows and turned around just then. I sighed a little in apprehension, because I didn't see how he could have had anything of interest to me.
Just entertain his notion Saria, I told myself, entertain it so you can leave.
"Oh… okay," I replied and went over to the counter he was standing behind, "that's very kind of you."
The closer I got to him, the more uneasy I began to feel.
Something isn't right about all this, I discerned. This is odd, and I know I should listen to my better judgment.
The salesman waited until I was directly in front of him before he reached under his counter and pulled out several different masks.
"You see," he started, "the premise of my shop is to sale happiness to people. They find their happiness with these different masks I own."
I was quiet as I watched him shuffle through several of them. One was of a Zora's face, another was of a Goron's face.
This is certainly different, I thought.
"Once a customer finds their true happiness, then they pay for the mask," he went on and continued to shuffle.
I sighed, wanting him to hurry.
There was a heart shaped mask with large circular eyes and multicolored design all over it; it was hideous. There was another with another of a Deku kid; it was actually kind of cute.
"Once payment has been received, they can have that happiness forever," he said still shuffling. "The problem is I need field consultants to provide this happiness."
I had to admit they were all well made. There was a mask of a fairy. There was a mask of a Keaton, an elusive animal that was very rare and hard to find. There was another mask of a little boy with purplish blue hair; the carving looked sad. I was impressed with the details of the work, but I still couldn't shake this unease I was feeling. Once he concluded the terms of business, he stopped shuffling and stared at me.
"Well?" he asked with a raised brow.
I looked at him slightly confused.
Well what? I thought.
"I'm sorry?" I replied.
My reply made him smile.
"Would you like to work for me?" he asked.
I felt my throat tighten and tried not to let my nervousness show.
"Uh… I'm afraid I wouldn't have the time sir," I replied, "thank you for the offer though. That's very generous of you."
The salesman stared at me for a long time without saying anything. He looked like he was pondering over my reply. I couldn't help but think he was pondering more.
Please don't be having indecent thoughts, I thought.
"Well," he started finally, "if it isn't for you, it isn't for you."
The salesman said that very matter-of-fact, but there was an undercurrent of cynicism in his tone. Even still, I backed up anyway.
"Uh… yes," I replied, "thank you for understanding."
The salesman nodded and then looked at my hair.
"Can I ask you a question miss?" he asked me.
I sighed and nodded my reply.
"Of course," I said.
He looked at my hair once more.
"Where did you get such beautiful green hair?" he asked me.
I furrowed my brow and felt my breath quicken.
Why would he care about knowing that? I wondered.
"I… I was born with it," I replied.
The salesman nodded slowly and then looked at my face.
"It's quite unusual and quite pretty," he said, then reached under his counter once more. "If you don't mind, I have another mask I'd like to show you. Don't worry, I'm not going to ask you to sell it, I just want you to look at it."
I had a bad feeling about what he was asking me and hesitated. I wanted to get out of that creepy shop as soon as possible. There was something about this whole situation that wasn't sitting well with me.
Leave Saria, I told myself, but my feet didn't move.
Instead, I went against my better judgment and approached the counter once more.
"Um… okay," I said, trying to be cordial.
He smiled and then pulled out the mask he wanted to show me.
"Tell me what you think about this," he said and held up a mask of a little girl.
I didn't know why, but my eyes widened when I saw the visage. The mask was of a pretty little girl with green hair. I felt my skin crawl at the sight of it.
What in the world…? I wondered in disbelief.
"Where did you- where did you find that?" I stammered.
It was in that moment the happy mask salesman opened his eyes and stared at me. I felt my own eyes widen at the sight of his sinister looking gaze.
Now I see why he keeps his eyes closed, I thought, he looks absolutely insane when they are opened.
"You don't like it?" he asked with a hint of sarcasm, and then looked down at the carved visage. "It is an acquired taste I suppose, even though this Kokiri child is absolutely lovely," he glanced at me, "like you young maiden. However, I suppose you're more content with the mask you're wearing right now."
My eyes widened even more when I took several steps back from the counter. I looked at the man horrified.
What the hell is he talking about? I demanded to myself. What mask? What's a Kokiri child?
I didn't bother to share my inquiries. I bowed once more and hurried out of the shop. Outside, in the sunlight square, I hurried to a nearby alley and closed my eyes to try and calm down my racing heart. I knew there was something strange about the Happy Mask Shop, and now I realized what it was: the owner. That whole encounter was strange and didn't make sense.
Why would he say those things to me? I wondered. He doesn't even know me.
I bit my lower lip and swallowed hard.
The face of that mask resembled me if I were a child, I thought unsettled, where could he have found that?
I shook my head of my thoughts as I didn't have time to ponder over them. Out of the corner of my eye from the alley, I noticed a tall gentleman dressed in knight's armor heading south toward the castle. I quickly hooded myself and turned away when I saw it was Link. He looked serious and had a determined stride in his step. Whatever was on his mind must have been pretty important.
I need to avoid him, I thought, but then realized that was going to be impossible because he had an appointment with me later in the day.
Ever since he came back to the shop two days ago after gramps and I spoke, I had an uneasy feeling my pseudo guardian was right. I found it strange that Link wanted to come and talk to me when he hardly knew me. And with him being a knight and engaged, I didn't want rumors to start. I was new to the area. No one knew anything about me. The last thing I needed was to be accused of flirting with an engaged man.
I need to keep a low profile, I thought. Just take care of your business in town and get going, I told myself, the sooner you get to Kakariko Village the better.
With that resolve in mind, I hurried to finish what I came to Castle Town to do.
~SSS~
Earlier the same day leading to the present: Link's POV
The next couple of days came and went, and I found myself eager to get back to the dress shop so I could see Saria again. I knew people would consider my wanting to get know Saria wrong, but it wasn't just some crazy physical attraction I had towards her. There was something inconspicuous about her. Something deep and intriguing, that I couldn't let go of because I needed to know more about her.
I just want to know where she's from, I thought, that's all.
However, before I could tackle that mystery, I had to handle another. I dressed and headed for the castle when I received word the king wanted to have an audience with me.
I think he's finally come to his senses, and sees he can't keep everyone in the dark, I thought.
I walked through Castle Town with pure tunnel vision. However, I did catch a glimmer of someone hiding in an alley. I had no time to look into it now, but I'd make sure to assign someone check the alleys later.
Looks like some of the men are becoming lackadaisical, I thought, I have to remedy that.
When I got to the courtyard, the guards let me in and escorted me to the counsel room. Inside, both Zelda and Daphnes were waiting for me. I bowed when I saw the both of them. Daphnes signaled for the other men to retreat and for me to approach the throne. I could see out of the corner of my eye the slight anguish in Zelda's face.
She must still think I'm cross with her, I thought.
To ease her discomfort, I went over and kissed her hand softly. She blushed at my touch, her face softened, and she smiled.
That's better, I thought and grinned at her.
"You called for me my lord?" I inquired, turning my attention back to the king.
"Yes," Daphnes said to me, and cleared his throat.
The king looked extremely uncomfortable. I had never seen Daphnes that way, whatever was bothering him had to be of the utmost importance.
He wasn't playing, I thought.
"What I'm about to tell you is one of the darkest secrets of the royal family," the king began, "I must have your word you will repeat this to no one."
I raised my eyebrows surprised. I glanced over at Zelda who was exemplifying the same aura.
'One of' the darkest secrets? I wondered. How many are there?
"You have my attention sire," I replied.
Daphnes raised his eyebrows at me.
"Do I have your promise?" he asked me.
I swallowed hard.
This must be serious, I thought.
"You have my attention and my promise," I replied.
Daphnes sighed before he went on, pausing for a few brief moments to collect his thoughts.
"Long ago, one of the kings of Hyrule made a pact with the leader of the dark tribe of the Interlopers," he divulged. "This leader was a blood thirsty individual who wanted to harness the power of dark energy for magic practicing purposes. The greatest goal of that Interloper, or any of them rather, was to become a sorcerer... and what greater dark energy is there than the Triforce of Power?"
My eyes widened stunned.
That's why he asked me if the assassin used magic, I discerned.
"I never considered the Triforce of Power a source of dark energy," I replied, trying to understand, "I thought its influence was based off the main essence of its carrier."
"You're right in a sense," Zelda segued, "however, the goal differentiates per essence. There are three cardinal attributes of the Triforce: wisdom, courage and power. In the case dark energy, it would permeate more from the Triforce of Power than from courage or wisdom, because power is a more seductive attribute."
That makes sense, I thought.
I nodded at her explanation, signifying I understood fully.
I turned my attention back to Daphnes for him to continue.
"The Interloper lord made an attempt to usurp the naive king of Hyrule at the time, but he was only saved by the princess of legend back then, my mother," Daphnes went on. "She sealed them away in a realm of twilight, and for a time, all was well."
I remained silent for him to continue, and the king took in a deep troubled breath.
"However… the seal has been waning," Daphnes explained, "it was actually waning when you were fighting Ganondorf. The only reason why it has not been completely broken is because the Triforce of Power is concealed in the Sacred Realm."
I listened, understanding most of what he was saying, but was still confused as to how the initial circumstances were circumvented.
Why the alliance in the first place? I thought.
"My lord, why would the king of Hyrule make a pact with the leader of the dark tribe?" I asked.
Daphnes hesitated, but undoubtedly decided to answer.
"Back during the Great War many unlikely bedfellows were made," Daphnes said to me, "to try and get rid of Demise we had to call upon some unsavory villains for help."
I looked at him puzzled.
Unsavory villains? I thought. Demise?
"I thought Demise was defeated by the first family of Hyrule," I replied confused.
Zelda sighed and looked at me worried.
"Demise will never be defeated," she divulged, "his essence merely transfigures. The Demise my father is speaking of is another reiteration of him in the past. That's why Ganon was so persistent. He instinctively was, and is Demise."
My mouth nearly dropped at the revelation.
Ganon is Demise? I thought in disbelief.
"Really?" I asked.
"Yes," Zelda replied.
I shook my head, completely boggled at the idea of Ganondorf's spirit being the true spirit of evil, but it made sense.
"At the time of the Great War," Daphnes continued, "another configuration of Demise was attacking the land, and that's why my grandfather rallied whoever he could," he paused for a moment, "even the scum that is now banished to the twilight."
I raised an eyebrow.
What is this 'twilight' he keeps speaking of? I wondered.
"I wasn't aware there was a Twilight Realm," I replied, hoping that would make him continue, but the king was onto what I was doing.
"There are many in the kingdom who are unaware of its existence," he replied.
I didn't show it, but I was a little unnerved about what he was telling me.
So, you only share this information with me now Daphnes? I couldn't help but think. There is so much about this family I don't know, I thought, after all this time and association with him, this man will never trust me.
"Is there any way to completely seal this... 'scum' back sire?" I asked, trying to figure out a counter resurgence.
Daphnes paused for a moment and looked away.
"There might be a way…" he said more to himself than to me.
I waited for him to continue, but he trailed off.
What way? I thought.
"What would you like for me to do about this manner my lord?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
Daphnes sighed, almost in relief at my reply.
"So, then you'll help us?" the king asked me unconventionally.
I looked at him surprised.
Why wouldn't I? I wondered.
"It's my duty sire," I said to him serious, "Hyrule is my mother country."
I saw out of the corner of my eye Zelda smiling at me when I said that. I saw a glint of reprieve in Daphnes' eyes as well.
Did he really think I wouldn't help? I wondered.
"I want you to investigate and find out more about this Interloper infringement that assassin spoke of," Daphnes said to me. "Find out if this threat is real, or constructed by some enthusiastic historian with too much time on their hands."
I found it odd that he would say that, but didn't entertain it.
He probably wouldn't tell me anyway, I thought.
I bowed immediately, confirming my acceptance of the assignment.
"Yes sire," I replied.
I turned to leave, when Zelda suddenly stopped me.
"Link," she said my name softly.
"Yes?" I replied expectant, turning at the sound of her voice.
She kept her beautiful face stoic.
"The engagement party has been postpone for a few months due to the coronation," she said, "I'll get back to you when I've confirmed a date. Is that to your liking?"
I merely nodded, knowing that secretly in her words she was trying to apologize for yesterday. I realized then I overreacted a bit.
She cares about me so much, I thought.
"That sounds perfect," I said, then flashed her a quick smile, "however you want to do it is fine with me."
Zelda blushed at hearing that.
"Wonderful," she said, "I'll keep you posted my love."
I bowed again, then took my leave.
I went down the hall to the Situation Room and convened with the head of the guard. I ordered a small band of troops to scour the countryside along with the surrounding districts. If there were any dark tribe members in Hyrule, I would find them. I also doubled the guard in the alleys after seeing them so poorly posted this morning.
We'll try to keep this threat nice and quiet, I thought, I do not want mayhem to spread.
After my discussion, I headed back to Castle Town to my villa. I was about to go inside, but paused when I saw an unexpected but familiar face.
Is that... Saria? I thought, watching a cloaked woman carry a basket and head for the draw bridge.
She looked like she was trying to keep a low profile. The distinctive limp is what really got my attention. I hesitated, but eventually decided to follow her; it was the day of my fitting anyway so I had an excuse. Besides, I was curious to see what she was doing in Castle Town.
Maybe she's here on business, I thought, and I'd still like to know how she hurt her ankle.
I immediately put my hood over my head so I wouldn't be noticed by any of the town's folks. I stayed about fifty feet away from her and tailed her. Saria headed past the draw bridge and out to Hyrule Field, but when she saw a small horse post set up next the draw gate entrance, she walked over and decided to look at some of the stallions on display. Facilitating the show was a friend of mine named Malon Lon from Lon Lon Ranch. As soon as Saria walked over, the agreeable redhead greeted her with a handshake and gestured for her to check out the horses. It was from then on I couldn't make out what they were talking about.
I stayed in the shadow of the bridge until Saria was done.
So, she likes horses huh? I thought. That's good to know.
~SSS~
Saria's POV
"He's a beauty," I was saying to the horse owner, a lovely young lady with a winning smile, "how old is he?"
The redhead grinned.
"He's almost three years old," she said, "my father went to Gerudo Valley to get this one."
A real Gerudo stallion, I thought, but then glanced over my shoulder to see if that knight was still following me. I hope he goes away soon. I don't need this kind of aggravation right now.
"How much is he?" I asked turning back.
The lady shrugged.
"We're only looking for five thousand for him," she replied.
I raised my eyebrows, surprised at the cheap price.
"That's not bad," I said.
"Not bad at all," she replied.
I grinned and patted the horse's beautiful black mane.
She's certainly a savvy business woman, I thought.
"Where are you located?" I asked.
The redhead pointed to the center of Hyrule Field where a large wooden fence enclosed a ranch and stable.
"We also allow rides, so our customers can get a feel for our horses," she went on.
I nodded, definitely wanting to take advantage of that.
This horse is perfect, I thought, but I need to test him out. I might need to buy him later.
I looked over my shoulder again, and still saw that Link was waiting in the shadow of the bridge. The lady took note of that.
"Is everything okay miss?" she asked me. "That's the second time you looked over your shoulder. You looked concerned about something."
I bit my lower and sighed. I looked into the young woman's blue eyes.
Maybe I should tell her, I thought.
"Do you see someone standing in the shadow of the bridge?" I asked.
The lady looked past me to the draw bridge. She raised her eyebrows and shrugged.
"There's no one there," she said looking back at me.
What? I thought in disbelief.
I turned and looked again and she was right, he was gone.
Where did he go? I thought upset, and quickly scanned the area.
The redhead saw the perplexed look on my face and inquired of it.
"Are you okay?" she asked. "Is someone bothering you?"
That's what I'm trying to figure out, I thought,
I swallowed hard and bowed at the young woman.
"Thank you for your time," I said quickly, not answering her questions, "you'll see me at your ranch in the future."
The redhead's concerned expression never went away.
"Ma'am, are you sure you-" she tried.
"I've got to go," I interrupted and hurried towards Kakariko impasse across the way.
I didn't want to be rude, but I really had to go.
Let me get out of here before he starts following me again, I thought.
With that, I quickened my step and hurried across the field.
~SSS~
Link's POV
When I saw Saria hurry away from Malon, I went over to my old friend to see what had gone on between the two of them. Malon was surprised to see me approach. I unhooded myself so she would know it was me.
"Hey grasshopper," she said in her normal enthusiastic voice, "you interested in buying a friend for Epona?"
I smiled at her.
"Not this time," I said, and then glanced over at Saria gaping her distance. "What was that young woman inquiring about?"
Malon gave me a funny look and shook her head.
"You were who she was talking about," she detracted, as if she had an 'ah ha' moment.
I looked at her puzzled for a moment.
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"She was worried some nut job was following her," she stated, and then gave me a knowing stare, "are you the nut job following her?"
I paused for a moment, not sure I wanted to answer that.
She might get the wrong idea, I thought.
"I'm not... following her per se," I said carefully, "there is some important information I'm trying to get from her."
That isn't necessarily a lie, I thought.
Malon raised her eyebrow and looked back out to where the seamstress was.
"Information huh?" she said with cynicism.
"Yes," I said before she went on, "that's why I need to know what you two were talking about."
Malon gave me a look of open distrust and frowned.
"What do you think we talked about?" she asked. "Tomatoes Link?"
I sighed and gave her an obvious stare.
"Come on Malon," I said, "I'm serious."
She studied my face for a moment and shook her head.
"You always are now grasshopper," she said, "you always are."
I looked away from her for a moment, knowing she was talking about the change in me. Malon remembered when I used to joke around with her, and act carefree.
That Link seems to be gone, I thought, maybe one day I'll get him back Malon.
"Malon..." I trailed, not wanting to discuss that, "please."
Malon sighed and shrugged.
"She wanted to know about the Gerudo stallion," she replied, "that's all."
I looked back out to where Saria was walking; she was much farther away.
"Thanks," I said, not waiting for her to continue, as the seamstress was getting well ahead of me now, "get inside the draw bridge, and put the horses in the public stable. It's dangerous out here."
I hurried back to Hyrule Field leaving my friend with her mouth agape. She looked around the expanse of empty field and scoffed.
"Dangerous, right," she said sarcastic, but pulled on her showcased horse anyway to guide it to the bridge, "be careful you worry wart!" she called after me.
Maybe I do worry too much, I thought, settling into a slight jog, I guess when you become head of security that's a trait you pick up.
With Malon inside the gate, I quickened my pace even more. I stayed back and watched as Saria scuttled quickly across the commodious acreage. She seemed in a hurry.
I wonder if she knows I'm following her? I thought, and a slowed down once I got within thirty feet of her.
I looked ahead, and noticed beyond her a carriage lying immobile near the bridge that led to Kakiriko Village. I paused for a moment wondering if Saria saw the carriage too.
Please be careful, I thought, watching as she reached the bridge.
I quickened my pace as I saw her pass over the bridge in haste.
For a girl with a limp, she certainly is quick, I thought.
Saria was heading up the incline of the bridge, when a moment later my fears were confirmed. A barrage of marauders were waiting silently behind the carriage, and when they saw Saria, they went to attack.
"Ah!" she screamed in terror, drawing back when she saw them coming for her.
My pace quickly accelerated from a power walk to a sprint. I pulled an arrow from my quiver and immediately fired.
"Saria get down!" I called out.
She looked startled as she turned and saw me running towards her. Saria instantly obeyed, and dropped to the ground. At seeing me, the thieves hastily retreated, but not before my arrow stung one of them in the leg.
"Ah!" the thief cried out, but still had enough strength to limp into the carriage with his other comrades.
Once inside, they instantaneously giddied the horses and sped away. Saria had to move quickly, as they tried to run her over. I watched as they headed east toward Gerudo Desert. When they were out of sight I hurried to Saria's side. She was bundled on the ground trembling.
"It's okay," I said, kneeling down and placing a hand on her shoulder, "they've gone."
Saria's pulled away from my touch and looked up at me anxiously; there were tears in her eyes. I stood up understanding her fear. Saria got up of her own accord and wiped the tears away.
"Thank you," she said to me quietly and bowed, she then turned to head back over the bridge.
I looked after her surprised.
She doesn't want any help? I wondered.
"Wait," I said and she stopped.
Her back was to me
"Yes?" she asked.
I walked over to her.
"Let me escort you," I replied, "I have an appointment with you anyway."
Saria sighed at hearing that and merely nodded. She was acting as if what I told her was bad news.
"Fine," she said without looking at me.
She must really be shaken up, I thought.
I tried to help her again, but she refused.
"I know how to walk," she said to me with a curt undertone.
I raised my eyebrows, a little surprised at her spirited tone. I watched her get up and noticed her limp was slightly worse.
She must have aggravated it when she fell to the ground, I thought.
"Are you sure you're okay?" I asked.
Saria groaned in irritation.
"I'm fine," she replied in haste, heading down the incline fast.
I had to quicken my pace to keep up with her. We headed up the steps and I saw her wince in pain from each movement.
Why does she feel has to put up a brave front, I thought, she looks like she's in pain.
"Saria…" I trailed.
Saria stopped suddenly and turned to look at me indignant.
"Will you stop pandering over me!" she snapped. "I'm fine."
I was a little caught off guard by her slightly raised voice, but I couldn't help but look into her beautiful eyes. They were staring into mine with determination. I simply shrugged at her comment.
"Whatever you say Ms. Lady," I replied, then did a mock bow, "break a leg if you want to."
I had to admit I found her spirited nature very attractive. I grinned when she rolled her eyes at me.
She's not at all like when I first met her, I thought, now she's like a ball of green fire... beautiful, seductive, hot, green fire.
When we entered Kakiriko, we were unfortunately greeted by Cujo. When Cujo saw Saria limping, he looked at me with indignation.
"What have you done you blonde asshole?" Cujo accused.
I ignored him.
He's such a nuisance, I thought.
"I'm fine Cujo," Saria replied to him, "don't worry."
So, she already knows the psychopath… great, I thought sarcastic.
Cujo sent me a venomous glance, and I shook my head.
"If anything happens to Ms. Saria…" Cujo trailed.
I took in a deep breath, not wanting to be bothered by his nonsense, but he was leaving me no choice.
Just answer the man Link, I thought.
"I know," I continued for him, "you'll throttle me. I received your message last time, remember?"
After leaving Cujo's company, we eventually hobbled to her shop. We entered the store, and the bazaar owner looked at the both of us in surprise, especially when he saw Saria's condition.
"Are you alright my dear?" he asked.
"I'm fine," she replied, "Sir Link helped me escape some thieves."
"Thieves?" he repeated in disbelief. The elderly shop owner looked at me with admiration. "Thank you good sir," he said gratefully, "we are indeed in good hands when you become king."
I just nodded.
"It's not a problem," I replied.
Saria hobbled behind the counter and rested on a stool.
"I'll be able to help you in a moment Sir Link," she said to me, "I just need to rest my leg for a little while."
I looked at her perplexed.
"Don't worry about me," I replied, "I'm worried about your leg."
Saria looked down at her ankle; it was red and swollen.
That short fall did that? I wondered.
"Oh!" the elderly shop keeper gasped when he saw the size and diameter of the swelling. "Let me get some ice."
He hurried to the back.
I removed my cloak and kneeled at her stool to examine her leg. Saria blushed when I touched her skin, she then smacked my hand away. I looked at her surprised.
"What was that for?" I asked a little indignant.
"It's fine!" she insisted; her cheeks were flushed and she looked like a beautiful red flower.
I smirked realizing what the real problem was.
I see, I thought.
"Just try and calm down," I said, "I'm not that irresistible."
I was actually surprised at myself. I hadn't said anything even remotely controversial in a while, and here I was now insinuating something on this woman's love life.
Maybe some of the old me is starting to come back, I thought.
However, Saria looked at me livid.
"What?" she demanded. "You have a lot of nerve!"
"Just relax," I repeated, trying to rotate her ankle so I could get a better look, "I know it's been awhile, but try to control yourself, okay?"
At my saying that, Saria pulled her leg from my grasp, and pushed me onto my behind with her other good foot.
I looked at her surprised.
"Damn it!" I said upset. "Can't you take a joke?"
She narrowed her eyes at me.
"Get off me you conceited bastard!" she demanded.
I looked at her stunned.
Conceited bastard? I thought incredulous. This is my thanks?
"What?" I replied.
"You heard me!" she said, not backing down. "I didn't stutter!"
I got up off the floor and wiped my hands on my tunic.
"You're really ungrateful when I just saved your behind!" I shot back, allowing my anger to get the better of me.
She wasn't going to let that slide.
"Who asked you too?" Saria divulged. "And don't think I didn't notice you following me in Castle Town! What are you? Some kind of stalker?"
So, she did know I was following her, I thought.
Before I could reply, the bazaar owner returned.
"I found some!" the elderly gentleman stated, coming and putting a clump of unclothed ice on Saria's bare skin.
"Ah," she moaned in pain.
I knew that had to be uncomfortable.
It can't be left like that, I thought looking at the ice in slight irritation, but I don't know if Ms. Crazy will attack me again.
"Do you have any unused fabric?" I asked the bazaar owner.
The older man looked at me worried.
"Oh yes, yes," he said quickly, "why? Do I need that?"
I nodded in reply.
"You need to wrap the ice in cloth to keep it insulated," I replied, "otherwise the ice is going to melt too fast."
I've had plenty of swollen limbs, I thought, feeling like an orthopedic authority, I definitely know.
Saria winced in pain again, and directed her attention to the old man.
"There's some scrap cloths in my large urn," Saria told the bazaar owner, "you can use one of those as an insulator."
The elderly gentleman nodded.
"Oh, okay," he said quickly, and went to get them.
When we were alone neither one of us said anything. My first instinct was to leave, but I did want to make sure Saria was okay.
She's so guarded against me today, I thought, giving her ankle another once over, she wasn't like this at all when I first met her. I wonder why she had the sudden change of heart.
I saw her trying to rotate her foot now, and my concern never went away.
"Be careful when you do that," I said, "you don't want to aggravate it."
She huffed impatiently just then.
"I'm aware of that," she said short.
I raised my eyebrows and took in a deep frustrated breath. Her attitude was starting to get on my nerves. I was only concerned for her safety. I didn't understand this biting, sharp tone and manner.
Maybe I should just leave, I thought, seriously considering it, but I need to know that limb isn't broken. I'll just ignore it for now, maybe she's acting this way because of the pain.
"How did you hurt your ankle so badly?" I asked her all of a sudden.
She looked up at me with open annoyance.
"You didn't see me fall?" she asked in a snide manner.
I was taken aback once again with her tone and my composure left me for a moment.
"Why are you being so rude to me?" I demanded. "What the hell is your problem?"
She didn't answer me right away.
"Why were you following me?" she detracted. "Do you want something? If so, I'm not that kind of girl."
I looked at her surprised.
"I don't think of you as that kind of girl!" I insisted. "I just wanted to make sure you got back to the village okay. You did see those thieves, didn't you?"
Saria looked away from me just then.
"I would have been fine!" she replied. "I don't need your help!"
I couldn't believe she was being so spiteful.
"What is going on with you?" I demanded. "A 'thank you' would be nice, but for whatever reason you only want to think the worst of me!
Saria still wouldn't look at me and her cheeks blushed.
"That's because… that's because you-you won't take a hint any other way!" she said.
I raised my eyebrows at the abrupt statement. She finally said what she was intending, but again before I could reply, the bazaar owner returned with the cloths halting our conversation. I glanced at her face and took note of her sullen expression.
I knew there was more than she was letting on, I thought.
In the time the elderly man was mending her leg, Saria didn't look at me.
I guess maybe I did make it seem like I had other intentions, I thought, she doesn't know me to know my character.
The bazaar owner took the ice from her bare skin and wrapped it in the cloth and then placed it back on her swollen leg.
"There you go my dear," the bazaar owner said, proud of his work.
Saria smiled at him.
"Thank you," she said to him politely.
I sighed in relief when I saw she's going to be okay.
It could've been worse, I thought.
"I told you to get that looked at when it first happened," the bazaar owner divulged all of a sudden.
I raised an eyebrow and looked at him in inquiry.
What? I thought.
"First happened?" I said puzzled.
The bazaar owner turned and gave me his attention.
"She came in here earlier this week with a swollen ankle," he said to me, "I told her to have a doctor look at it. She insisted that she was fine."
Saria looked aggravated that he revealed that to me. She then reached over and pulled on the bazaar owner's trousers to get his attention.
"It's none of his business," she said to him of me, "why are you telling him this?"
The elderly man frowned at her comment.
"I don't see why you're being so ornery," the bazaar owner said back to her, "he helped you and you've been nothing but rude to him!"
Saria looked at him shocked, and when she opened her mouth to rebut, the bazaar owner interrupted her again.
"Oh, I guess you didn't think I heard your banter out here when I was looking for the cloth," the elderly man divulged, "you should be ashamed of yourself! Why in all the time I've known you, you've never spoken so ugly!"
Her eyes widened in disbelief.
"But-but did you hear what he said to me?" Saria demanded. "He-he said-"
"No excuses!" the bazaar owner interrupted again firmly. "You need to apologize."
Saria's mouth dropped.
"I will not!" she insisted. "That is out of the question!"
I stepped back and grinned at the argument, happy I had won an unlikely ally.
This old man is really something, I thought.
"Oh, yes you will," the bazaar owner warned, "how are you going to pay it forward Saria, when you're making it so hard to pay it back?"
Saria swallowed hard and looked away from him. She was clearly upset he wasn't seeing things her way. She sighed frustrated, and when she finally did look at me, she didn't meet my eyes.
"I'm sorry Sir Link," she said in a low voice.
I didn't know whether I should accept it or not, but when I looked over at the bazaar owner I quickly conferred.
"It's perfectly fine," I replied.
This old guy is no joke, I reiterated my thought, I hope I'm that full of life in my old age.
Saria and I were silent after that.
The elderly man sighed.
"I need to get back to work," he said, going back to his counter, "young people these days," he grunted to himself.
I grinned at the old man and nodded my head respectfully as he went by. I then turned my attention back to Saria who was looking at her swollen leg.
Maybe I should try to break the tension, I thought.
"So…" I began, "I guess that consultation isn't going to happen today."
Saria shot me an annoyed look.
Maybe that wasn't the best thing to say, I re-conferred.
I raised my hands in surrender.
"I was just asking," I replied.
Saria looked back down at her leg and sighed.
"I'm afraid not," she said.
I crossed my arms over my chest.
"That's alright," I said, "I just found out my engagement party isn't going to be for a few months. So, we have plenty of time for the fitting, or whatever it is you need to do."
She didn't look up at me.
"Congratulations," she muttered.
I stood there awkwardly for a few moments and then decided to continue.
Just keep going, I thought, maybe something will come of this.
"It's probably just divine providence anyway that you hurt your ankle," I said changing the subject.
Saria shook her head, obviously irritated, and took in a deep breath.
"What are you talking about?" she asked me.
It seemed I was putting my foot in my mouth at every junction.
Why am I finding it so hard to talk to her? I thought.
"I'm going to have to put out an ordinance for all citizens to remain indoors after dark," I replied, "you might as well know now."
Saria whipped her head up in surprise.
"What?" she said surprised.
I raised my eyebrows slightly at her reaction.
"I'm establishing a curfew," I repeated, "there's a threat that needs to be thwarted."
"We can't leave the village at night?" she demanded of me, as if not having heard a word I said.
Her reaction was catching me off guard.
What's this all about? I wondered.
I shook my head no.
"I'm afraid not," I replied, "it's necessary, I'm taking all precautions."
Saria took in a deep breath and looked away when she heard that.
"Thanks for letting me know," she replied quietly, her mysterious manner returning. We were silent again, until Saria told me, "If you have other business to attend to please don't let me stop you."
I sighed, knowing she wanted to be rid of me, but I couldn't shake the feeling I had. Instead, I pulled up a stool in front of her and sat down. She looked up at me in surprise.
I just want to ask her a few questions, I thought.
"Let's talk," I said.
She was silent for a moment.
"About?" she inquired.
Excellent, I thought, finding a way in.
"Something you said the other day has been weighing on my mind," I began.
She looked down at her ankle.
"What's that I wonder?" Saria asked, not really interested.
I grinned at her lack of enthusiasm.
"You stated that you probably reminded me of someone from my childhood," I said.
Saria looked up at me guarded just then, as if trying to anticipate what I was going to say next.
"Yes?" she inquired, wanting me to go on. "What about it?"
"Well…" I trailed for affect, "I never told you you reminded me of anyone from my childhood. I just stated you reminded me of someone I once knew."
Saria's eyes widened slightly, and she was going to say something but she stopped herself. It was just the reaction I was looking for.
Gotcha, I thought.
"Do you want to explain that?" I asked, trying not to sound too self-assured, I didn't want her locking up on me.
Saria was silent for a moment, she looked away from me.
She's trying to think of something, I thought.
"It's a vague inclination Sir Link," she said finally.
"Not that vague," I said, not letting that slide, "not when I gave you no indicators."
Saria narrowed her eyes at me upset.
"I merely assumed," she said.
I raised my eyebrows in expectance.
"You merely assumed what?" I asked.
"That I was someone from your childhood," she replied simply, "it happens all the time."
Not with me, I thought.
"What made you assume that?" I asked.
She looked away again, and didn't reply right away. She glanced at my hands stationed at the bottom of the seat.
"Aren't you an orphan?" she asked me all of a sudden.
I drew back a little at her comment. She caught me unawares with that.
How does she know that? I wondered.
"Excuse me?" I asked.
Saria took in a deep sigh.
"You're an orphan, aren't you?" she asked again.
I pursed my lips together, not knowing how she could have possibly known that.
I nodded.
"Yes, I am," I said.
Saria raised her arm to show me the faint scar on her left hand.
"So am I," she said softly.
My eyes widened at the sight.
Wait a minute... I thought with a trail, she has the same...
Saria then took my hand in hers and pointed to the same scar on my left hand. I couldn't believe it.
She has the same scar, I thought, the same one.
All orphaned children in Hyrule were required to have an identifiable incision. It was an odd practice, but it was effective for credential purposes.
"You have the same mark as I do," she said, "I thought you were stating a kinship with me related to that."
I honestly hadn't noticed, but after seeing that I did feel a kinship with her.
She's an orphan just like me, I thought, …just like the Kokiri Saria.
It was almost involuntary, but I squeezed her hand affectionately in mine. I caressed my thumb over her scar, realizing how beautiful it and she really was. Saria blushed and pulled her hand back. I knew she was trying to keep things at a minimal between us. After all, she didn't know me and I was engaged to another woman.
She's must have had a hard life, I thought, no wonder she's so guarded after what I've done… so defensive. She's had to be that way her entire life.
"So… yeah…" she trailed, trying to break up the subtle tension between us, "that's what I thought you meant."
I was quiet for a moment, distilling what she told me.
"Where are you from?" I asked softly, feeling like I had to know.
Saria was quiet for a long time after I asked that, but then, almost unintentionally, tears filled her eyes. I felt slightly surprised when I saw this, but the surprise quickly melted into compassion.
"Hey..." I trailed in a voice much too soft for either one of us, "it's okay."
She blinked several times and sniffled.
"I-I don't remember," she whispered, "I've tried, but I can't remember anything."
Saria quickly wiped her eyes and looked away. I knew she thought she revealed too much.
"Please," she said, keeping her voice low, "could we not talk about this anymore?"
At seeing her reaction I nodded, dropping the subject.
"I'm sorry," I said gently, "I didn't mean to upset you."
"It's okay," she said, "you couldn't have known."
There was something in her tone that touched me. I reached up and caressed her cheek softly, running my fingers over the side of her face and resting them at her chin. She blushed at my touch and looked at me nervous. I knew she wasn't expecting something like that from me. I wasn't going to lie, I even surprised myself with that. I wasn't even expecting something like that from me. However, Saria looked over her shoulder worried. Fortunately, the bazaar owner wasn't at his desk, he was in the back going over his inventory. Saria then shifted her gaze to the door. She must have been concerned someone would come in and see us.
"Sir Link please," she begged quietly, "don't."
I understood her concerns. Here I was the future king of Hyrule inappropriately comforting a woman who bore no resemblance to my future wife.
Oh, the scandal, I thought sarcastic.
"I'm sorry," I apologized again, and dropped my hand.
Saria sighed, and edged back. She then focused her attention back on her leg.
"Please go," she said, "I'm fine, really. Thank you for all you've done."
I took in a deep breath and nodded. I didn't want to leave, but I knew it would be inappropriate for me to stay against her wishes. I then got up from the stool and bowed.
"Very well," I said, "I bid you good day Ms. Saria."
She bowed back from her seat.
"Like wise good sir," she replied.
I headed for the door, but then stopped when my hand was on the knob.
I want to come back and check on her, I thought, I want to make sure she's okay.
"I'll be back in a few days, I want to check on that leg," I said without turning around, then took my leave before she had a chance to object.
"Sir Link-" she tried, but I was gone.
There's no sense in asking if you already know the answer, I thought, some things you just have to do on your own.
~SSS~
I returned to Hyrule Field and called Epona. I mounted her, and immediately went from town to town establishing the curfew. I was met with some resistance at first, but when I made it clear that it was for the safety of the kingdom, most of the complaining subsided. It also helped that I went and told the citizens myself. Most of the people respected me, and if the decree was coming from the Hero of Time, then it must have been important.
It was dusk when I returned to my villa in Castle Town. However, I stopped short of my front door when I noticed a note sealed over the eyehole. I opened it and read it quickly. It was a message from the king seeking an audience with me immediately.
What's this all about? I wondered. New information perhaps?
I headed for the castle and ran a hand through my blonde hair. I hadn't looked in a mirror in hours, I hoped my appearance was suitable. I entered the castle gates and was escorted down the hall to the counsel room. Once inside, I saw Daphnes and Zelda seated on their thrones. For some reason, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
Why do I feel like this suddenly? I wondered. This is odd.
I entered and bowed.
"You sent for me sire?" I inquired.
Daphnes gave me a long once over before he replied.
"Yes," he replied, "it's been brought to my attention that you are establishing a curfew on the citizens."
I thought nothing of the divulgence.
"Yes," I replied with a nod, "it's necessary until we get this Interloper situation settled."
Daphnes nodded, but then looked at me odd. I raised a brow at his unsettled eyes.
"Sire?" I asked of his stare.
The king gave me another quick once over.
"You do realize that you have to have my permission first before such a decree is carried out," he said.
I worked hard not to let it show, but that utterance irritated me.
He cannot be serious right now, I thought.
"I understand that your majesty," I replied, "however, I ordered the decree in lieu of a royal command because I had to get it done quickly. I didn't do it as a sign of disrespect."
Daphnes raised his eyebrows upset.
"Of course," he said to me with open sarcasm, "your job is more important than respecting the authority of this throne."
I pursed my lips together to hold my tongue.
We have a threat against the kingdom, and he orders this audience over some nonsensical politics? I thought. This is beyond ridiculous.
"Sire-" I tried.
"No!" Daphnes cut me off. "Ever since you were branded with the title 'Hero of Time' you've been an arrogant deterrent! I will not tolerate such insolence!"
It took everything in me to remain calm, because I knew he was going to start his idiotic rehashings of things that didn't exist. I had to look over at Zelda who looked extremely uncomfortable in that moment. Her eyes were telling me to let it go.
I'm sorry my dear, but I have to address this, I thought.
"What would you have me do then sire?" I asked, speaking out of turn. "Wait until it's politically convenient to save the town's people?"
Daphnes narrowed his eyes at me.
"Watch your tone boy," he replied in a low angry voice, "you forget who you are, and what you are in the service of this throne."
I swallowed hard. I was so sick of the constant insinuations regarding my birthright. I was going to have my say on that as well.
"With all due respect your majesty, I am not your boy," I replied, "I am Link: first knight to the royal family, former wielder of the Master Sword, raised and bred in the forest of the Kokiri, and I am not anyone's boy, much less yours."
Daphnes stood up angry at my words.
I saw Zelda's mouth drop.
"Link..." she trailed, but knew what was done was done.
"Silence!" Daphnes nearly screamed at me. "You will treat this office with respect! You are going to call off the curfew tonight and reestablish it when I give you the order!"
I narrowed my eyes slightly in disgust.
"You're willing to put every person's life at risk because of your fury with me?" I demanded.
Daphnes nearly came downstairs from his throne ready to attack me. Zelda quickly jumped up to stop him.
"Father no!" she exclaimed. "Link has a point. You cannot relinquish the curfew and put everyone in danger simply because of your pride. Think about that… please."
I looked from Zelda back to Daphnes. Daphnes was seething as he stared into my eyes, but then he took in a frustrated breath and looked away. I took in a deep breath myself and felt my heart go back to its normal sinus rhythm.
This is insane! I thought. I have assassins to worry about, and now the king wants to discuss matters of bureaucracy?
Abruptly, when all this was happening, a glass shattered from one of the high windows in the counsel room.
"What in the world..?" I heard Zelda say.
"Look out!" I called.
I moved quickly to push the king and Zelda out of the way of the debris. I turned and looked up to see what caused the break. The hole in the glass was small, and when I followed the trail, I saw an arrow with a note tied around it. I narrowed my eyes at the sight of it, knowing what it was immediately.
Now the bastard wants to communicate, I thought, getting up to make sure the area was clear.
I pulled out my bow and set an arrow in the sling. I readied myself and circled the room. When I was certain the area was clear I put my arrow away. I went back over to Zelda and the king.
"Are you alright?" I asked Zelda first.
"I'm fine," she said holding onto to me tightly as I helped her up, "what about you?"
"I'm okay," I said with a nod.
I let her go to check on the king. Daphnes fanned me off and stood up on his own accord. I headed over to the door and checked the adjacent corridor. I saw a platoon of guards heading for the counsel room. I halted them, not wanting more individuals to know about the dark Interlopers than necessary.
"I've stabilized the counsel room," I said, "check the perimeter and double the guards at each exit."
The guards salute and then head to their assignments. I turned and headed back inside the counsel room, making sure to lock the door behind me. I looked up and saw Daphnes already reading the note; his face was grave.
Oh boy, I thought with a sigh.
Zelda had apparently read it as well, as she sat back down and closed her eyes looking stressed.
"Dear goddesses," she whispered.
At hearing that, I came up quickly to look at the note. Daphnes handed it to me quickly forgetting the silly squabble he initiated. My eyebrows rose when I saw what was written.
"What the…?" I heard myself mutter.
The note said: I see you… traitor.
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