The Legend of Midna: Clockwork Darkness
Chapter Eight
"Why don't you all eat something before you're on your way," Telma suggested. "Sounds to me like you've got an adventure ahead of you."
"Good idea," said Siobhán, still eyeing Cailin warily. "What are our options?"
"Whatever you like, honey," said Telma. "You name it, I've got it."
"Well, in that case…" she let her voice trail off as she thought, "I think I'd like fried eggs. That sounds pretty good."
"Me too!" shouted Eoghan excitedly. "With…with bacon, and sausage, and-"
"Why don't I just fix you a Full Monty?"
"What's a Full Monty?" he said. In all the years he'd been alive, all fourteen of them, he'd never heard of such a thing.
"Well," Telma began, "in the past fifteen years, Shad has been conducting more and more planar research. He's discovered several other worlds like this one. It was one of those worlds that this breakfast comes from. He said the people there called the world 'Earth', and told him that he was in a kingdom called 'England'. So he traveled England, until he came to another kingdom the people called 'Scotland'. He traveled that land too, and eventually crossed the water to another kingdom, called 'Ireland'. Eventually he came home, and he said to me, he said 'Telma, you've got to start offering this food at your bar,' so I did."
"Ok, well what's in it?"
"Right," she said. "A Full Monty at my establishment is where I combine everything that goes into what they call a Full English, Full Scottish, and Full Irish breakfast, so you're looking at having fried eggs, rashers, sausage, fried tomatoes, fried potatoes, black pudding, white pudding, bubble and squeak, if I've got any, baked beans, sautéed mushrooms, oatcakes, liver, haggis, potato scones, soda bread, and toast. Think you can handle all that?"
"Sure thing!" he said enthusiastically.
"You might want to fix extra," Siobhán added. "This boy can put away an outrageous amount of food."
"The usual for me," said Cailin. "Nothing fancy."
"So how do you know our parents?" said Siobhán, as Eoghan shoveled away food.
"I was with them through the Twilight crisis," said Cailin. "It affected me in the same way it did your dad, so I stuck with them."
"So, wait," said Siobhán, "how do you mean the same way it affected Dad?"
"Well, you know how your father fulfilled the Twilight prophecy about the blue-eyed beast…" Siobhán nodded. "Well, I was also turned into a beast, only I was white with red eyes. I didn't fit the prophecy, but it was worth noting that I didn't pass into spirit form like just about everyone else."
"Speaking of that," Siobhán added gingerly, "why are your eyes red?"
"That's something I'd really rather not get into," she said. "All I'll say is that I'm a magic user. Let's just leave it at that."
The two of them said nothing after that, instead turning to watch in awe and disgust as Eoghan consumed more food than any fourteen-year-old should be allowed. Finally Siobhán spoke again.
"Wait a minute, you said you were with our parents during the Twilight crisis." She gave Cailin a leery look. "How is that possible? You barely look older than us."
"What's it matter? I remember everything that happened then, here I am now, and that's all there is to it." She paused for a moment. "I can tell you have some kind of problem with me, so what is it?"
"Who said anything about that," Siobhán said, looking away, clearly trying to avoid the topic.
"Look," said Cailin, "if you've got something to say, just say it."
"No," replied Siobhán. "I've got nothing to say." She turned to look at Eoghan. "Are you about done, you fat piggy?"
"Jusbouw…" he said through a mouthful of soda bread. Finally he choked the last of it down. "Alright, I'm done. So now what's the plan?"
"We rescue Mom, Dad, and Zelda, of course," Siobhán chided.
"I know that," he said, "but how do we do that when we don't even know where to start?"
"We have this letter from Zagros, remember?" She turned to Cailin. "You, you wouldn't happen to know who Zagros is, would you?"
"No," she said, "but Telma might. Then again, she might not. It's hard to say."
"Telma might what?" Telma inquired. The little group didn't know that she'd been listening.
"I was just saying you might know who this Zagros person is," said Cailin. "You wouldn't happen to, would you?"
"Zagros," she said thoughtfully. "I haven't heard that name in a long time. Yeah, I know who he is, but I've never met him."
"Alright, well what do you know?" Siobhán probed.
"All I know is that he and I are related, but I'm not proud of it. He's my great-great uncle, unfortunately. He's Ganondorf's son."
"So that means," Eoghan started.
"I told you I wasn't proud of it," she said, "but yes. I'm a descendent of Ganondorf as well."
"Oh," said Cailin. "Well, that isn't good."
"Why not?" said Eoghan. Although he tried to hide it, there was fear in his eyes.
"Well, your dad killed Ganondorf," she began. "If I had to guess, I'd say he'll want revenge. I bet it's only a matter of time before he tries to take over Hyrule just like his father."
"Well," said Telma, "looks like you've got some big shoes to fill, you two, and you'll need to."
"Well, if you were able to help dad, you could help us, too," said Eoghan enthusiastically.
"Of course she can," Siobhán said to herself. Although she couldn't place it, there was something about Cailin that she just didn't like at all.
"Master, you have arrived." Igos du Ikana bowed low.
"Indeed I have," said Zagros. "Tell me, what of the conquest of this land?"
"We have not proceeded," said Ikana. "We have waited here for you to arrive, to direct us in exactly the way you wish."
"I like your judgment," said Zagros. "I'm sure you were an effective king in life. I believe…well, why not? We're already here."
"Begging your pardon, master," said Ikana, "but what is your plan?"
"I had planned to take Hyrule proper, and even though it's only an annex province, let's go ahead and take Ordon while we're here." He grinned wickedly. "I'm sure they have dead there, too."
"Shall we send out a fabricant?"
"Yes, I think so," said Zagros. "Continuity, you know."
His dark red curls bristled in the ill wind. He pulled his cloak forward on his shoulders and directed his attention to the field.
"And so it begins," he said.