Hello dear readers, I noticed a HUGE leap in views last time I posted, as well as a ton of follows. Seriously, it went from in the 400s to the 700s in about 24 hours! Thank you guys so much for the support, it's probably why it took me so little time to get this next chapter out and put more into it. :) Soo enjoy! Please leave a review and let me know what you think of it so far. A lot should be covered in the next chapter ;) (also, It's in first person which is sorta new to me, but I hope the errors are minimum.)

Zelda

I sit on my bed in a simple white gown, staring at the sheets and wondering if I should even bother trying to sleep. Always, there's nightmares. As if I don't get enough stress during the day, my nights have refused to be peaceful.

I remember one night I had woken up in a coughing fit, a strangled scream escaping me and sobbing afterwards. The strange thing was, I don't even know why I was crying. Just a feeling of absolute helplessness that closed in around me. I was basically convulsing with fear and sadness, to the point to where I couldn't even open my eyes.

I heard a sound at the window that made me flinch, but still refused to open my eyes. I heard the window squeak open. I let more tears fall silently as I pulled the covers up to my chin like a child afraid of the dark.

"Zelda?" I heard the whisper, and everything came back. I opened my eyes. I remembered who I was and why. I knew the voice, it came with a lot of comfort. "Yes?" I had called to Link, still shaken from my dreams. It was so dark it barely helped to have my eyes open anyways.

"Are you okay? I heard you from my room." He was close to me now, looking down at me with those startlingly blue eyes of his, that were now wide with concern. "Im okay…" I reply softly. "I just… have nightmares a lot." His silhouette slumped against my nightstand and he sat with his knees up to his chest on the floor. I moved onto my stomach and propped myself onto my elbows to see him.

"I do too. " He replied, a barely audible whisper. Link shifted his head and tilted his chin up to me, meeting my eyes. "The servants have taken notice and told me to quiet myself, so usually I go to the fields or courtyards when I need rest." He says softly. I knew that after all he's been through, he would be disturbed inside. I was stupid to think he wouldn't understand. What he has had to endure is far worse than I. I nod solemnly, and a silence follows. I open my eyes for a moment, catching sight of movement in his hand. He is fingering an object… a pendant, maybe? No, it's too rigid. I squint for a moment and take in a breath as I realize… Its a mirror shard, no bigger than half of his palm. Midna's mirror shard.

I frown and try to sleep again. When I wake again, I am crying. Why can't I stop? There's something new this time as I gaze at Link standing, looking down at me. I had forgotten his presence. I know what ridiculous fear my eyes must hold as I look up at him. He gives a sad smile, and then I drift away for a moment. I'm still half awake, and when my eyes flutter open again he's there, but around me. I'm tucked away in his embrace, a warmth enveloping me as I lay my head against his chest. "Goodnight." He murmurs against my ear, sending chills down my spine.

I slept the rest of the night in undisturbed sleep, but when I woke up, he was gone. Probably to avoid facing any maids drawing conclusions. I loved the way he called me 'Zelda' and not by any other title. The way he said 'Goodnight' and laid with me to comfort me, treating me like a real person and not the way Ealing would mumble his apologies and leave.

I still sit awake, reminiscing about before the battle, the potential start and finish of a war that was never truly fair. Remembering the way he looked in good health, before his injuries and before he started dissapearing. Those eyes that saw me. They saw me deeper than what the petty boot-kissers saw. Easily I trust him more than the entire string of nobles in Hyrule. Always humble and respectful, yet not afraid to shoot a remark at someone or defend himself. Just when I thought I need more of him in my life, this damned war started. Albeit a small one, and it consisted of nothing more than two battles, but I still don't like the thought of Link being hurt. I don't want to risk losing him. If I did, I'm not sure I would have anyone left to open up to, and that would drive me insane now that I'm used to talking to at least one person casually.

Finally I force myself to drift asleep, thoughts of Link still swirling in my mind, even when I force it down.

I stand in the throne room, which confuses me because of the clarity and because I can actually see things fluently this time. Usually I only see snippets of things, feelings, sounds, etc. But not like this. I reach for my right hand and scratch the now visible golden symbol. It bothers me for some reason, like its trying to urge me to do something here. I can only look around because my legs don't work. The edges of the throne room shine with a golden sheen, a fog that won't let me see the entrances. I cast my gaze to the elaborate statue of the Triforce and the gods above my throne. Three figures catch my eye.

The first is a woman with bright red hair pulled into a high ponytail and a red dress to match, a demanding shade of crimson. A few ruby gems adorn her face and her eyelids, and a ton of jewelry lays on her arms. She glows with a reddish aura, demanding attention on the top of the Triforce relic.

The next is a girl, looking younger than the first, with light green-shimmered hair standing out on otherwise white-blonde locks. A more flowing green dress whips about her, draping at the sleeves. She is beautiful, like the first, but seems more indifferent than fiery in look as well as spirit. Her aura flows like shimmering green air instead of a burning-like hue.

The other is a girl with dark blue flowing wavy hair dancing about her. Her eyes are startling, and they almost remind me of Link's. Her eyes are different though, they seem to be calculating everything around her, documenting every small detail. Her dress flows down longer in the back, ruffled in the front, with a toll going up to her neck and into a choker, but with no sleeves. It is a beautiful blue color. Her blue aura ripples like water and her beauty is more serene, but the intensity of her eyes takes me aback.

As soon as I put the pieces of who I'm looking at together I fall to the floor, my legs working now, but failing me. I stand up quickly and open my mouth to speak.

They beat me to it.

"We are Din, Farore, and Nayru." Farore, the green one, smiles. Din, red, yawns. "Are we gonna tell her now or not?" I try to find my composure in the face of the three most high-held goddesses in Hylian history. (Besides Hylia)

"Tell me what?" I ask, surprised at how strong my voice is. Nayru (blue) narrows her eyes at me, not with anger, but with that strange… calculation. She seems to be trying to go about this in the best way possible, but before she can, Farore blurts out. "We need you to stop Link," She says it quickly, and I'm not even sure I heard her right. Stop Link from what? Nayru cuts a glare at Farore.

"..The Hero has become… unstable. He is defying us, and we don't want to go through with the punishment. Because of his current state, we are unable to reach him like we are to you, and-"

"Something tells us he'll listen to you." Din cuts in, giving me a sly wink. Nayru sighs. "Just please talk to him, tell him to stop this before it gets out of hand." She pauses. "Goodbye, Princess. You bear my gift of wisdom well."

Just as I'm being swept away, Farore opens her mouth to say something but I can't make it out, yet the concern in her eyes says a lot.

I wake up, frantic. I know that if the Triforce Goddesses contact me, I need to hurry up. They made it seem like it had been going on for a while now (whatever 'it' is), so what made them contact me today? I run through the obvious answer. Link had returned, if only a brief homecoming. I gather my wits and hurry to the window. Sure enough, Epona is grazing right outside the courtyard.

I rush out of the door and begin climbing the steps up to Link's room. Surely he would be sleeping or eating breakfast in his room, considering Epona was still there. I dont even think, just throw the door open after calling his name once.

My face immediately reddens

He is sprawled out horizontally in the bed, covers strewn to the foot of it. His head lolls backwards, dangling off the side of the bed. Link is so spread out he takes up most of the bed. His eyes are closed still and his mouth hangs open, a thin line of drool running from the side of his lips.

He is dressed in nothing but a linen cloth undergarment. I feel my face redden even more and I turn my head away.

"Zelda?" Link's voice sounds from a yard away. I look back at him to see his eyes open and alert, the drool gone as well. He still looks at me from upside down, though. Suddenly I become self-conscious about what I'm wearing at the moment.

It's just a simple white nightgown, which isn't so bad, but it makes me uneasy all the same.

Link desperately shifts around, sitting back on his knees and his eyes fully alert, looking for signs of danger. His brow furrows. I clear my throat.

"Im sorry, I just needed to talk to you," I start slowly, calming myself down. "Last night I received a vision, and had a meeting with the three goddesses in my sleep." Interest sparked in his eyes and he reached across to his nightstand, past an elegant empty bottle with blue liquid traces at the bottom, and to the ever-present mirror shard.

That's how they got him to sleep. Drugs. I eyed the empty container and continued.

"They said for me to speak with you, to carry a message-" Link's face lit up so much it looked like it was going to explode. "Really? They finally noticed. I knew it would happen sooner or later-"

"Link," I cut in. "They are angry with you. You need to stop, uh, whatever you're doing." His expression didn't waver as he leapt from the bed and began pacing in front of the window. I sat on his bed and watched. Something was off with this picture.

"Finally they've noticed, so now I can take the next steps, and if it doesn't work out, I'll…." The next part is too quiet. "-It works out either way." He concluded and smiled at himself, and then remembered I was in the room. "Uh.. sorry. The sleeping drugs have still made be a little sluggish feeling." He sat down beside me.

"Link… are you okay?" He stared vacantly into the shard. "Link?" I placed a hand on his shoulder and he snapped his head up."I'm fine. Sorry about that, I'm extremely drowsy and delusional right now." I frowned at him.

"Tell me." I said firmly, but maintained a gentle tone at the same time.

He looked into my eyes, studying them for a moment, then he sighs. "I'll meet you in the courtyard in a few minutes." I nod bluntly and turn to leave the room. I look back studying the interior and size of the room. It's pretty small, with simple blue drapes and a casual wood dresser and nightstand. Definitely is his style, but I can't understand why, out of all the other rooms in the castle, he chose this small, quaint one. Maybe it reminds him of Ordon.

I step out of the door and close it behind me.