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The Trouble the Princesses.

Lynda woke up in the middle of the night, rubbing her eyes tiredly and wondering, why the hell was she under animal fur instead of flax weaved in with several different types of bird feathers?

Then she remembered the day before and groaned. She'd half hoped that the whole thing had been a dream, and that she was still in the temple, Sheik the only unwanted visitor, where she was able to kick his ass without anybody telling her to stop it except Saria and Navi.

Navi…

Lynda wiped at her eyes, hoping that the fairy had gone against what she'd said and come to her while she had been asleep, but there was no such chance. Dejectedly she tossed the bed spread away from herself, and stood, noting with a slight amount of relief that she hadn't been bleeding while she'd been asleep. She looked around and saw a pile of clothes were left there for her, and after struggling with a rather lengthy jerkin and a skin-tight pair of leggings, stepped into the night.

Lynda smiled. Solitude. And owls.

She laughed and sat down in the grass, grinning for the entire world to see, like a little boy.

"Hey!"

She jumped out of her skin and scared the birds away, much to her complete disappointment. But more to her shame, she was not alone anymore. The girl Sheik was friends with was coming from the tent next to the one she had been staying in, looking rather disgruntled and annoyed. "What're you doing with the birds? They're not tame, you know."

Lynda lifted a hand, which was specked with several peck-marks and blood. "I noticed."

"And you still go near them because…?"

Shrug. "I like birds. They don't talk, but they understand you."

A cocked eyebrow. "Even when they bight you to shreds."

A frown. "I think it rather natural to bite strangers. Especially when they look bigger and uglier and a lot meaner."

A scoff. "And that applies to birds, lizards, and dogs, or any matter of animal species?"

A curt nod. "Of course. It includes Hylians too; because that's what I nearly did with Sheik."

A snarl. "You did what?"

An evil snicker. "Oh don't worry. I just merely gave him a warning, several soap pellets, a defensive tidal wave, a bubble party and crazed Dekus. It would've been worse for him if I'd bitten him. He could've ended up getting infected and got himself killed! Mwahaha."

A shake of the head. "You've lost your mind."

A scoff. "I have not. It's a fun memory to look up on; that's all."

A small sneer. "You mind explaining this memory?"

A hesitation. "You're a friend of Sh… I mean, Savir's right?"

A nod. "Yeah. Been that way for over ten years. Why?"

Pause. "Just don't want to be attacked through blind fury at what I did to him."

A suspicious frown. "Were these pranks? Harmless?"

Longer pause. "Pranks, yes. Harmless… semi."

Mischievous smirk. "Let's hear it then."

Lynda sighed with relief as the dark figure of Dacha sat down next to her, a smile playing on the Sheikah's lips. Her short-cropped black hair swayed in the night sky, her scarf loose around her neck. Her red eyes were like roses in softness and kindness, and the Princess couldn't help herself but grin. Dacha was taken aback by such a boyish gesture, but found it easy to hang along with. She grinned back, and Lynda was able to grasp enough courage to extend a hand, shaky and awkward and sweating.

"Um, Lynda. Lynda… Lynda… Ferns. Lynda Ferns; nice to meet you. It was Dacha, wasn't it?"

Dacha's grin widened as she kindly shook hands with the nervous Princess. "Just call me Dash,"

She spent a good week. Dacha was kind, and she showed Lynda around, understanding of her nervousness around people. Lynda was grateful for that, and so as means of gratitude, tried to make her life easy.

Lynda learned how to polish weapons. Learned the properties of Sheikah magic, which based mostly around the control of the soul. Lynda also learned to tolerate a skirt. For an amount of time, that is.

So it was a good week for her; and that was why it was such a disappointment to hear that she was to leave in another four days. "But I like it here."

Dacha shrugged. "Sorry, but Savir's very… persistent. When he wants something done, he gets it done. No matter how injured he is."

Lynda had cocked an eyebrow as Dacha put down the Ear Dagger—named that way because the handle looked like a rounded ear—onto the table with the rest of the small weapons. "Injuries? What injuries? Did Sh… I mean Savir get hurt or something?"

Dacha shook her head, waving it off. "Just in a matter of speaking," she lied, not wanting to explain how her friend had earned himself several bloody cuts, a black eye, a limp, a broken rib, and burns from falling into a near-by camp fire. It had been a miracle in itself for him to have actually reached the castle. Talk about strong bones...

It was of no condolence that Sheik had won the brawl one to seven, and that nobody could doubt him for being ambushed.

And the fact that it was partially—if not mostly—the princess's fault for it was not helping. She was Dacha's friend; she should not be feeling this amount of rage and jealousy towards the girl, right? Just a noble, just a noble just a noble…

"Were you actually going to wear this in the war if it really happened?"

Dacha was shaken from her thoughts. "Uh… what…?"

"This." Lynda prompted, pointing towards the armour that hung on a wooden skeleton, "Because it would've been a waste. It's simply beautiful."

Lynda clasped her hands behind her back, and dreamily looked upon the armour, awestruck. It was a mixture of chain mail, plate armour and scale armour connected by buckles and belts, covered in a thin cloth to disguise the armour as if it were patterns on the cloth itself.

The legs and arms were wrapped in layer of chain mail with leather underneath, the dangling ends tucked firmly into ankle high shoes and secured with a belt. The torso was covered in reinforced scale armour, looking rather like a very hard shell of crocodile skin, only a dried kind of bloody red instead of green. On the shoulder, thighs, and lower half of the face was plate armour, except there were several layers of it to ensure flexibility. It reminded Lynda of a dragon's tail. And to top it all off, there was a scarf and hood.

It irked her a bit that most of the armour was skin tight, but hey; it still looked bloody cool.

But she frowned on one aspect of the near-perfect armour. "Why the heck does it have a wig?"

She pointed towards the hood, where indeed, long red tendrils of curly hair dangled around the manikin's face, not being able to contrast further with Dacha's short, black, straight hair.

The Sheikah shrugged. "It's a mean's of hiding our identity when we're caught. Like say, a Hylian reported to the king that a red-head killed the general and the red-head was brought over, but when the red head turns out to be a black head, things get a little confusing for them. We swap wigs every time we fight, making it all the more confusing. It either gives us time to rescue back anyone that got caught and got spared for the time because of the confusion, or we end up making the opponents kill the innocent soldier in blind fury. It's a risk, but… we all take it."

Lynda hmmed, and said, "Well, it's good to know most Hylians are wimps in this age. They wouldn't kill for no absolute reason… I hope."

Dacha shrugged. "The way you disguise your naivety with the words 'I hope' amuses me, Princess."

The blonde Hylian frowned. "Okay, now you're talking like Sheik. Please stop it. It creeps me to the bone."

Dacha laughed. "I know. It creeps me to the bone too. But hey. Let's not talk about that idiot and think of other pranks to pull on the boys. We shouldn't dissapoint; you're leaving, so lets do something extra wicked."

Lynda snickered darkly as she tapped her fingertips together. "Yessss… now, what ssshall we dooo todaaay? … Hmm… mud cakes?"

Dacha smirked wildly. "Mud stuffed into cakes."

"Clay stuffed into cakes."

"Clay stuffed into batter of cakes."

"Sun baked and topped with beaten egg-whites disguised as cream."

"Mixed in with ants disguised as pomegranate seeds."

Lynda snickered again, punching a fist into her palm. "Let's start baking, like little giggly girls, shall we?"

Dacha cracked her knuckles menacingly. "We shall."

Zelda dropped her forehead onto her hand and sighed.

But she set her jaw firmly and sat up straight as the carriage stumbled to a halt, and the door was opened for her. She was the Princess of Hyrule. She was the Seventh Sage. She had sealed the Evil King away. She could handle meeting a long-lost sister. She could handle this.

Regally she stood in front of the disgruntled heap of tents, and the dirty looking warriors that surrounded it. She tried not to grimace at the smell of half-wild birds and the acrid stench of a fire left to burn itself out, and tried to concentrate on the blonde girl that nervously held onto her rucksack that hung loosely onto her back.

The first thing she noticed about the girl was the resemblance to herself in the physical form. Same hair, nearly same face—she was rounder and darker—and perhaps a little shorter. But other than that… she might as well be looking at a mirror.

Zelda a frowned a bit. There was something about that stance that was familiar… and she saw a great amount of power emitting from the girl… as if… like…

Zelda mentally shook it off and stepped towards her, the voice of the Herald rather distant to her accustomed ears. "Princess Zelda of Hyrule, Heir to the Mighty Throne, Seventh Sage, and Wielder of the Triforce of Wisdom."

Lynda winced at such a long title.

"Lynda Harkinian, Lost Princess of Hyrule, Sister to the Majesty, Princess Zelda."

Dacha stifled a laugh when she saw Lynda's back was stiff and straight as a board.

"Lynda," Zelda called, as kindly as she could, "We are here to escort you back to the castle; if you would please step forward?"

Lynda hesitated, and said, "When I go. You'll leave them alone, righ… I mean, yes?"

Zelda cocked an eyebrow. "You are asking because…?"

"They've been really good to me. They were really nice, really, and… I heard about the war and all, and I was hoping, that well… you wouldn't attack them or anything like that. Not that I suspected anything or anything… or… I'm sorry I'm really bad at talking in front of crowds."

Lynda's face was barely distinguishable from a tomato's.

So she was very glad to hear a familiar voice right then, despite it being in a foreign language. However when she saw the owner of the voice, she became worried. He was covered in bandages, head to foot, and his eyes glowed with menace and hatred. She looked back at the rest of the tribe to see that they weren't too happy in seeing him either. The static tension made the air smoulder; especially around the boy that had his arm in a sling. If it was an act, it was by damnation a good one; the relationship between the tribe and Sheik seemed an all down low; all the way down to the fiery depths of hell.

Zelda seemed almost pleased by it too. "As you have proposed, we shall put up a treaty for the time being. Give us the Princess, and we shall discuss this matter elsewhere."

The chief shook his head. "We won't be dealing nothin' anywhere but 'ere. You want the Princess, you going to give us our Tribal lands, Mourning grounds and Sacred markers back. They are menêu. Heritage."

Zelda frowned. "Lynda. What do you think of this? Do you wish to be treated as a trophy?"

All Sheikah that knew Lynda winced. But the Hylian looked around her and said, "If I go with you, I'm officially royalty?"

Zelda nodded proudly. "Treated like one, will look like one, and soon, feel like one."

Lynda took a step back. "Then it that case, could you please work something out? They were good to me. They really were. And if this is really going to be my country, I mean yours I mean... ugh, I su… I mean, I'm really bad at this…"

Zelda made an impatient huff.

"Look, please, if I'm going to be part of the top of the country… I want to be part of a country that gets along with people inside it. I don't like wars. And… I want to say more goodbyes. Do you think you could work something out here…?"

Sheik barked as he leaned against the carriage, half in the shadows. He muttered things in Sheikah that sounded rather unpleasant, the result of his mutterings was making the tension between him and his people greater than thought possible.

Lynda gulped. If this wasn't an act, she had either upset the Princess, or had made a really bad move that upset Sheik. She did not know which was worse. Lynda jerked in nervousness when something went snap.

It was Zelda's fan. "Alright then. We shall talk. Here and now, of your Lands. Agreed?"

All nodded grimly. Even Lynda, who had absolutely know idea on politics, obviously.

She was relieved, when she glanced towards Sheik again and saw that he was sharing a very fleeting wink with someone in the ranks of Sheikah.

"What did they do to your hands?" Zelda demanded, looking upon the bandages that wrapped both her sister's palms.

Lynda hid them under her legs and said, "It was the birds. I tried to be friends with them."

Zelda scoffed. "The owls? Such childish behaviour will not be permitted in the castle, my sister. You will need serious educating, with the way you are going."

Lynda bit her lip and looked down, a slither of anger crossing her chest. She did not come to be berated. She did not come to be re-educated. She did not come to be called childish. What was stopping her from smashing the door of the carriage open and escaping huh!?

"Forgive me I… I am lost." Lynda uncertainly looked up when Zelda began to speak again, this time only kinder and softer in tone. "I never knew I had a sister. Never knew that there was someone out there that was family. I don't know how to act; forgive me if I seem harsh to you."

Lynda smiled shakily and said, "It's alright. I understand. I wouldn't know how to act around you either, if I didn't know you well."

Zelda's eyebrow's lowered in confusion, but she smiled again and extended a hand. "I'm sure we'll enjoy your presence in the castle… I'm sorry what was your name again?"

"Lynda. Lynda Ferns."

"Lynda Harkinian, from now on."

"Oh. Right."

They shook hands, and Zelda felt a bolt of energy go up her arm, shocking her mind to a second of blankness, her body for a split second tensing with the sudden surge of power. The familiarity of the divine power shook her, and as soon as she possibly could Zelda retracted her hand away from the handshake without making it look rushed.

Lynda obliviously looked out the window, hoping to see more trees than the field actually bore.

Zelda sent a message to a magician in the castle with the help of her Triforce, and for the rest of the trip watched her sister carefully, her hand warily placing itself near the dagger that was hidden in the folds of her dress.

"Wow…"

The white walls that glistened in the morning sun were amazing. The proud stones of the castle shone with valour, old and historical yet strong as if finished through construction only yesterday. The fountains that flanked the castle itself were bubbling with fresh water and Lynda was delighted to see fish in them. The grass was lush, and flowers bloomed in the far corners. She would love spending time in this garden. Would simply adore it.

"Detain her."

A storm of soldiers rushed her from nowhere, grabbing at her arms and securing her to the spot. Pain pushed its way through their fingers and into her limbs, fear coiled through her body and trapped her from within; Lynda screamed and struggled, the haunting memories taunting her mind. She frantically looked around and saw the soldiers that had been friendly to her only a few minutes ago was growling curses as they tried to keep her still, making sure she did not escape with a ring of spears pointing her way.

Lynda shouted even more as she was forced to her knees. "Zelda! Zelda, help me! Get them off me! No! No stop it let go! Zelda!"

"Do stop your shouting…"

Lynda looked up, alarmed to find that it was not Zelda that had responded, but a man wearing a blue robe with a gaudy silver chain draped over his shoulders, his brown brows connected to make a disgusted frown. "Under the order of the Princess Zelda, you are under arrest for Sorcery, impersonation of the real Lost Princess and suspected Treason and Murder. Take her!"

The soldiers shuffled in unison, around the castle and towards a dank looking shack. Lynda's feet dug into the ground, disbelief at what she was hearing making her stiff as wood. "What… Zelda! Zelda! Why!? I haven't done anything wrong! Get off me! Where are you taking me!?"

Lynda's struggles became frantic. She struggled and lurched, but the hands on her arms were too strong. She was all too aware of how hard they gripped her. All too aware of the restriction those clutching metal claws of the soldiers brought in their wake. They demanded that she stay silent. Demanded that she did as she was told. A shiver of fear ran down her spine.

The magician sniffed and grunted, "To the dungeons. You will be questioned there, and await your sentence. You won't be needing you luggage there, I assure you."

More hands grabbed at the sack on her back, and this time, Lynda gave a new meaning to the word screamed.

"NO!! Stop it! No don't. Leave that alone; leave that alone!" she wordlessly gave a scream of pure rage and fear as she felt and heard her belongings—her hat—leave her in series of horrendous rips, into the hands of a triumphant sentry.

"Take her away."

Lynda felt herself freeze at Zelda's tone. It was so cold…

The cold was replaced with red hot rage. "Zelda! Zelda why!? I haven't done anything wrong! Much less murder! Let me go! Let me go!"

Zelda looked pretty pissed off also when she broke through the circle. The two girls glared at each other, and the guards for a split second marvelled at the resemblance between the two. "You dare defy such a crime as the murder of our saviour!?"

"What the bloody hell are you…!"

"Quiet! I will question you as soon as I let my father know that I have arrived. We shall see how the Sheikah manage against the full force of the Hylian army after this."

Zelda's strong words sent Lynda under a sea of panic. "Leave them alone! They were good to me; they would be good to you if you treated them fairly! Get off me! Stop it! No! Leave them alone!"

Lynda screamed louder as she was taken further and further away from her freedom. By the time they threw her into a cell, her throat was raw, and she was shivering. She had nothing. She didn't have her hat. She didn't have the Master Sword, her fairy, her friends, her freedom, her courage, her magic, nothing.

The princess bit her bottom lip and trembled in the cage, lying on the floor like a tense foetus as she kept her eyes closed and prayed for a miracle while the other Princess strode into the castle, intending to seal away Lynda's fait like she had done with the King of Evil.

"Oh no you don't…"

Zelda gasped as her hand was snatched away from its graceful position in which it had been placed in her other hand, and was pulled away roughly by an angry Sheikah. Zelda was forced to run in the opposite direction to which she had been heading; back to the gate and the dungeon that held Lynda.

"Let go of me!" Zelda demanded as she was dragged along, "Unhand me or your rank in this Castle will be stripped from you!"

"On the contrary, I believe you'll be promoting me by the end of this, Princess. You'll be so glad I fixed your mistake for you that you'll be begging me to keep my mouth shut."

Zelda snarled. "One more word of insolence from you Sheik and I will…"

"As the representative of Impa, I believe I have the right to be doing this. And 'this', if you haven't noticed, is saving your prissy ass."

The Seventh Sage flushed red at the insult. "Unhand me this instant or… Guards! Guards! Take this man to the dungeons!"

The sentries standing by looked blankly ahead of themselves as Zelda and Sheik zoomed past. The Sheikah laughed darkly as Zelda was forced onwards, calling desperately towards the guards. "That won't work. Everything I touch, a.k.a. you and I are invisible, silenced, and stuck together like hardened rosin until I say the word. Your personal library has helped me greatly, Princess."

Zelda's snarl deepened as they sped around the front doors and turned a corner into the gardens. "My father won't be pleased to hear that my arrival was delayed simply because of the whim of a Sheikah."

Sheik laughed as he stopped in front of the shack, letting her hand go for the first time so they materialised in front of a guard—in his eyes—from nowhere. Sheik promptly knocked him out.

"Oh, don't worry about that." Sheik grinned menacingly towards her, "I've told the King that you've gone to get Lynda ready for his presence. Make up, dresses, stuff like that. I hope you're happy. Now. Let's set our Princess free, shall we?"

Zelda began to charge the Power from the Triforce of Wisdom. "You dare set a murderer free!?"

"Murder of whom, Princess." Sheik said, intending to raise a shield in case she was stupid enough to really blast him away. Zelda finally saw through her anger and realised that she could easily blow away half the castle grounds with the power she was generating. She took a quick breath and sighed, straightening her dress, irritated.

"I will show you what I mean, then. Trying to reason with you would be like trying to reason with a toad."

She slammed the door open and marched inside, and Sheik quickly followed. He listened for anything that would cause him more problems, like more guards or perhaps stray Keese. The dungeon was not well kept, and that was why he did not want Lynda to stay there any longer. She shouldn't be going through that kind of stress. Gods, he hoped she wasn't having a mental breakdown.

Dirty water dripped down on his forehead as he went deeper into the dark cells. He nearly slipped on the murky steps. The stench was horrible. He was not glad when he reached the main floor.

"What is this that you want to show me, Zelda." Sheik hissed, leaning against the wall, steadying himself with a hand, "I don't enjoy this exertion at all, and you're wasting my time. Our time. Don't you think the Queen would want to see her second daughter?"

"She isn't my sister Sheik! Look at her!" she pointed towards a figure that lay shaking on the dirty floor, murmuring something under her breath. "She cowers over the fait that awaits her. Why should she be afraid when she believes she is innocent?"

"Because you handled her brutally. She hates physical contact." Sheik hissed, running for the bars to her cage, "Lynda. Lyn. It's me; Sheik. You're going to be okay, alright? I'm getting you out."

"…Sheik?" her voice was shaky; if it was the worst of the worst, she was already going through her mental breakdown. Sheik hoped that wasn't the case. "… Zelda's there, isn't she."

"Yeah. She is."

"What does she want?"

"The truth." Zelda declared, holding the bag she had taken from her sister, "Where did you get these?"

Lynda shakily lifted herself up and turned to face them, and she took several shaky breaths, repeating to herself, she was in a cage that they couldn't get into. She was in a cage they couldn't get into. They couldn't get in. They couldn't get in.

She was Link; just without the hat. As long as nobody touched her, she was okay.

"I got them in my adventures. They belong to me."

Zelda faltered but carried on. That tone was not familiar. It was not familiar. "Liar. They belong to a Wielder of a Triforce. The Hero of Time. Explain to me why you have his Triforce piece, and when did you kill him?"

Sheik grumbled against the bars, hate in his eyes. "That's what I've been trying to tell you. She is the Hero of Time. And your sister."

"Liars!" she yelled, "This witch killed him and took his Triforce piece! You were going to take mine next, weren't you? And then you were going for Ganondorf. You were going to take over Hyrule with the whole Triforce in your hands! Admit it!"

Sheik couldn't help but scoff. "We're talking about the Hero of time here. You think a random person could beat him?"

"You did." Lynda muttered softly, drawing her knees against her chest.

"You were reckless. Zelda, look at her. Can't you see Link in her? She holds the Triforce piece because she is Link. And the similarity between the names! Give her the hat in the bag. That'll show you. If not that, Lynda, sing all the songs you learnt as the Hero of Time. If that isn't proof enough, let her touch the Master Sword. The sword rejects her, she dies. Sword accepts her, Triforce glows. Simple, non-breakable magical physics. Now quickly. We haven't got all day."

Zelda faltered only for a second. The way the girl in the cell sat at Sheik's encouraging words, how she seemed to remember every detail of something far away in the distant past… Zelda did not like it. But there was nothing to lose. Link was a man; a hero. Her hero. There was nothing that could change that, could there?

"Sing me the Shadow's Requiem."

Lynda did so easily; she had liked that one best, for its haunting melody. Zelda demanded one after the other, and soon she was out of songs, and out of excuses. She could not be wrong. How could she? She had the Triforce of Wisdom; she was the epitome of Knowledge. How could she be wrong?

And yet, here she was passing the Hat to Sheik, who passed it onto the girl, who put it on.

Zelda stumbled back in shock to see the blue eyes that she had loved so much looking at her. "No…"

"The Hero of Time being a royal." Sheik laughed as Link curled his fingers into fists and uncurled them, examining the rest of his muscle-bound body, "And a woman. I'd like to see the faces of Historians when they find out about this."

Link collapsed in the cell, breathing harshly with uncontained laughter. "You don't know how friggin' safe I feel in his body!"

"Don't get used to it." Sheik grunted, standing up to unlock the cell door, "We want a Princess; not a Prince. Maybe we can have that later, but not now. Queen would freak."

There was a silence where Link hesitated, and footsteps that were hurriedly leaving echoed into the darkness could be heard clearly. "… Zelda loved 'Link'. Didn't she."

Sheik opened the door and it gave a grating protest as it swung wide open. "I guess you could make that assumption, but it could be that it was because she made a mistake."

Link shook his head, sighing mournfully. "That's why I shouldn't stop wearing this hat. It screws people's lives up!"

"Especially yours." Sheik commented, extending a hand. "Perhaps you should throw it away? Become permanently female?"

Link growled. "No. As soon as the time limit's done, I'm staying as Hero of Time. I also don't enjoy your comments, thank you."

"Touchy too. Is it another side affect to that hat of yours?"

The Hero of Time swiped a hand from where he sat. Sheik easily avoided it, albeit shakily. Link cocked an eyebrow. "You okay?"

He closed his red eyes and seemed to concentrate on standing before nodding his head. "Just tired. Now get up and take the hat off; the maids are ready to dress you up for the meeting with the King." He rolled his eyes and added, "Yeah, yeah, you can keep the hat with you. Just don't wear it."

Link let his defensive hands leave his head.

"Now come on; let's get going."

Link grudgingly grasped Sheik's hand and pulled himself up, asking, "What about the guards? Wouldn't it be a while till they asked about Zelda's … um… slip?"

Sheik smirked. "All taken care of. Erased memories are synch for Sheikah. And keep calling me Sheik. They don't know my real name here."

Link couldn't help the exasperated grin. "Aye-aye, captain."

"And in Din's name please take that hat off!"

He looked at his hands, his arms, his legs, and gulping down the reluctance of the deed, pulled his hat of his head. Sheik gave a relieved sigh. "Now I don't have to break my neck looking up at you. You know how annoying that is?"

Lynda gave a disgruntled grunt.

"(Hey Savir. What's up with the call? Anything important happen?)" were the first words that leapt out of Dacha's mouth as soon as she had come through the window, until she saw the look on Sheik's face.

The smile was replaced with a worried line. "Savir. You don't look really good."

He nodded grimly, flicking his fringe aside from his left eye in a contemplative manner. "(I distinctively remember you calling me handsome, once.)"

Dacha frowned. "(Not funny. Now tell me why I'm here; I know it's important.)"

"(Ah. Right to the point. I've got two things to say for today. The first about Lynda, obviously. Secondly, about me.)"

Dacha's brows lowered in more worry. "(You never talk about yourself. No more jokes; what have you done with the real Savir?)"

Sheik's chuckles were dry and tired. "(The difference this time, you see, is that I'm over my head on this. But enough of that.)"

Sheik pulled away from his dark corner and sat in a chair, gesturing for Dacha to do so as well. She shook her head but sat on the windowsill instead, and Sheik began to talk. "(The meeting with the King went well. Lynda acted like a cucco surrounded by a herd of Wolfos, but she did okay. She's in her room right now, probably asleep. There were a few problems from Zelda, but those are handled; nothing to worry about. She's to meet the Queen tomorrow; have a nice chat, mostly. The coronation for the right to royalty is in four days. The Parade through market town will commence the same day, and the peace talks with the Sheikah will be a week after that. Then… that's it for me so far.)"

Dacha cocked an indignant eyebrow. "(You didn't get promoted?)"

Sheik examined his fingernails, polished them on his shirt and smirked. "(Who said I didn't?)"

Her face brightened up like the moon unveiled by clouds. "(How high did you go!?)"

Sheik shrugged. "(Royal Advisor.)"

Dacha squealed eccentrically.

"(But… oh don't look so disappointed you know there's always a 'but'… I have to look after Lynda till they're sure I'm worthy. Now enough of that. I called you to discuss something; I want you to think on my theory, and tell me what you think.)" He walked over to the cabinet, his legs a little shaky, but still determined. He raised his arm over the hard, polished wooden corner of the furniture. "(Observe.)"

He brought it down full force, and there was a horrible crack.

"(Savir!)" Dacha rushed forward and grasped the bleeding arm, expecting white bone poking out of skin. She was astonished to find that this was not the case. Under her touch she felt rather than saw that his bone was perfectly fine; no snaps, no fractures, nothing. Even the blood-flow was lacking, as if his arm was struggling to produce the red liquid.

"(Grab a bunch of my hair, won't you?)" he added, tilting his head down.

Dacha cautiously grabbed a fistful. Sheik ordered her to pull. She did so.

Most of it came out without any struggle.

Dacha stumbled back and squealed in fright, shaking the strands of blonde out of her grip. Sheik laughed humourlessly, and ruffled his hair again, and a couple of strands flew out. "(See what I mean by 'over my head'?)"

Dacha took several steadying breaths before asking, "(What the hell's…?)"

Sheik sat himself down again before saying, "(I believe, it's a Stalfos' curse. If I were in the forest right now, I may live but end up a walking, mindless, killing-everything-in-sight skeleton. However, since I'm outside, I think I'm dieing. Oh Dash, don't look so horrified. I've got a week at least you know. Unless you think it's worse than that…)"

He fell asleep, and Dacha for a second thought he wouldn't wake up.

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