A/N- Thanks for the reviews, The-Saiyan-From-Hyrule, darthritter86, and maximushyrule. I already replied to you, darthritter86.

Disclaimer- I still don't own Zelda or Deep River or Dareka No Negai Ga Kanau Koro , believe it or not.

"W-what is it that you wanted to talk to me about, Marit?" Malina asked, biting her bottom lip fiercely and sitting down inside the tent. It was quite natural for her to be frightened, but quite annoying. She didn't want to talk to this elderly man about... her magic.

And yet, she could still remember the rush of power that had flowed through her. The Princess remembered the feeling of being entirely unstoppable, to have the ability to do anything that pleased her. That small moment in which she didn't care about anything or anyone else besides herself.

Malina know felt guilty about even thinking such things, but she wanted to feel that power again. It had been amazing. However, even the young girl was unsure whether or not she could handle that sort of power. It seemed fairly unlikely.

Marit turned to her a slight scowl on his withered face. "What in the world was that? How did you use that magic and when did you get it?! Tell me now!"

Malina couldn't help but wince under his glare. "I-I don't really know..." She mumbled, knowing that this wasn't true. The elderly man seemed to notice the fact that she was lying, for when he spoke again, it was more of a snarl.

"Don't lie to me, girly! You better tell me what's going on. I don't like things going on that I don't know about." Malina whimpered before seeing tears blur her vision.

Marit felt himself softening and he knelt down before her, placing a hand on her shoulder. He stared into her eyes. "Now, listen. It's very important for me to know these things. When exactly did you get these powers?"

"The same day that we left Kakariko..." Malina whispered and tried to brush her tears away. "I-I don't..." He shook his head and put a finger on her lips.

"Sh. It's okay. Now, I'd like to know something that might be personal about you. I want to know what part that you have in all of this. You are obviously quite important to Vaati, and I need to know why." Malina felt a stab of horror pierce her heart, but she knew that she would have to tell him who she was.

"That... night. The night that Vaati came back... I was there. It was my birthday." Malina whispered, trying not to think about Impa's still body. "We were having a party. And then Vaati showed up out of the blue... and he had a book."

Marit nodded slowly and Malina continued. "A staff came from the book and he used it to knock out my... friend, Mistress Impa. Actually, I-I'm not sure if it was just being knocked out..." She felt tears come to her eyes, and she wiped them away bitterly with her sleeve.

Marit took her hand gently and spoke slowly. "I have another question for you. What did the book look like?"

Malina closed her eyes tightly, trying to remember what it looked like. All she could remember about it was that it was red. A deep, blood red. And it was made from leather. Malina reported that and Marit seemed to tighten up at this. He then brushed it off and sighed.

"Is there anything else that you'd like to tell me before I ask a thousand questions?" Marit asked softly, but it sounded slightly strained. Malina shook her head and he swore for a moment before speaking again. "I'm taking it that you're the Princess, then? It would make sense since you have magic and none of the others in the nobles of Hyrule do. None of them besides the royalty."

The girl managed a nod and the man sighed.

A song floated out to them and Malina recognized Yuumei's voice. She was singing in Hylian right now, which she usually did not.

"Connecting point to point;
Drawing lines with my finger.
Is the road I've came down my true destination?"

"Line to line, we link together
Before long, everyone arrives at the sea
And will become one. That's why I'm not scared"

"Oh oh, flowing through
Countless rivers
You don't have to accept everything
Oh oh, with the name you're given
Without ever asking 'why'?
Our pain just now flew away."

"We weren't entrusted with swords
Just so we'd know how they sound when they clash.
Who can protect you from this kind of contradiction?"

"Oh oh, you change shape so many times
Floating down before me
Today I'm looking for you.
Oh oh, you don't have to be accepted
Everywhere. Everyone was blessed with a blade
Called 'individuality'"

"Oh oh, sometimes the riverflow changes
You don't have to accept everything
Oh oh, with the name you're given
Without having anything.
The birds facing against the
Sea breeze just flew away."

Marit sighed. "She knew that we were having an important conversation, didn't she?" It seemed to be more of a rhetorical question, so Malina chose not to answer. Marit, after saying this, left the tent, indicating that the girl should follow, which she did.

"We'll talk more later, yes?" Marit murmured and walked away. Malina glanced around the camp site and noticed that almost everyone seemed to be examining her with a new and slightly fearful look. The only three that weren't, were Marit, Yuumei, and Ceris. However, Ceris did give her a knowing look that told her to sit next to him.

Malina sat next to him, and, much to her surprise, he did not ask what had happened in there. He remained silent. In fact, the entire camp was silent.

It was so strange.

The next morning, they left as usual and the silence that had been weighing on their shoulders all of yesterday was gone. Marit had announced that they were going to a secret place that none of them could speak of after seeing. It was for those people that were in the Knights of Night only.

After he said this, everyone looked at Malina, who chose to remain silent all through this conversation. Each day was becoming increasingly more awkward for her. It was a horrible moment in time for her. It would, she knew, soon pass.

The horse that Malina was on was a slightly old mare, nothing like her dear Lait. The simple thought of him brought back the memory of him lying there, bleeding and broken, nothing like she had wanted him to be. He had been a free spirit, not to tethered by such things as a mortal body. And yet, he had been.

Horror filled Malina's eyes as she thought about her dear, strong, wonderful horse. When she had imagined him dying, it had been in a great fight with many other deaths, not in this brutal and simple way of his death.

Malina closed her eyes and angrily brushed away a tear. There was no way that she would start crying, not here, not now. A hand lightly touched her shoulder and Malina glanced up to see the chocolate eyes staring at her. Ceris.

Within a moment, he took his hand away and looked down, his face slightly red. Malina couldn't help but look away and smile slightly to herself.

For a while, they rode in silence, unable to think of anything to say. However, after a while, Sparrow brought out his bow and arrow, nodding anxiously to Marit, who frowned in slight confusion. The younger man jerked his head towards the bushes that were all along the sides of the narrow path they were on.

"Is someone out there?" Marit shouted, his face anxious but his words strong. No one answered if they were out there. Sparrow sighed and murmured something to his father before jumping off his horse. He walked over to the bushes and went through them.

Marit held up his hand, indicating a halt. Everyone stopped and watched the bushes with anxiety, wondering what sort of thing would jump out at them. Ceris seemed to take an automatic position in front of Malina.

"As the small earth rotates, I learn to be more kind

I want to hug you once more, as soft as I can..."

Yuumei sang softly to herself, a hand on her chest. The look in her eyes was unrecognizable to Malina. It was a look of pain, hurt, softness, affection, and even loss. It seemed that there was more to this happy woman than she let on most of the time.

Shina glanced at Malina and gave a sad smile. For the first time, the girl wondered what she was doing here. These people... she didn't know anything about them. They could be enemies for all that she knew. And yet... they were the only things that she could hang onto.

After a moment, Sparrow came out. Behind him were two people, both women. Malina blinked as she recognized both of them. Miss Malon and Delila. They were nobles in her court, being that Malon was the proud owner of Lon Lon Ranch and her daughter was the girl that was going to inherit it.

Oh, and one more thing. Delila hated Malina with the burning fury of a thousand suns and felt more jealously toward the girl than was believed to be possible.

A/N- More later. Review now.