Hello everyone! My name is Evan! Reily can't be here so I'm updating for her. Pretend it's Saturday, because Reily told me she wouldn't be updating tomorrow just because the chapter was uploaded today...
To la generala, no Vega was thrown down. He and his family don't really get along too well... It sucks to be a star with brown eyes, I suppose. -nervous laugh- I'm kind of glad I'm not a star, then...
Legend of Zelda 4 Life, you might want to keep the pink rabbit comment on the down low... -says in a whisper- It'll give Reily ideas...
Quinn hated being sick. It was his fault for trying to channel way too much magic, so much magic that his body wasn't accustomed to it. It probably left him open for tons sickness to come at him. And one of them, or a few of them, and seized that chance.
The young wizard was doing much better than he had first been when Anya found him, but the doctor ordered him to stay in bed. Normally he wouldn't listen to a doctor, but Anya had been fierce on insisting he listen to him.
No one upset Anya. Upsetting Anya was not a good thing. People regretted upsetting Anya.
So he stayed in bed.
Bored.
He was so used to working that not working was very dull.
He shuddered, feeling cold even though he had three layers of blankets on him. After a short fit of sneezing he sunk into the covers and grumbled, wishing he would get better soon. He had missed two Council meetings already, and he was going to miss another one today. It was true he had Anya to tell him what happened, but he preferred actually being there to listening about it.
There was a knock at the redhead's door.
"Come in." It came out hoarse.
Anya walked in… more like stumbled actually. She cursed as she did so before closing the door, and then shakily walked over to the chair by Quinn's bedside.
The feminine young man's expression became serious. He sat up and asked, "Why are you walking like that?"
The woman put on her best fake smile. "It's nothing."
He gave her a flat look.
She scowled and then said, "The king's been recovering. He's still sick, but he's recovered enough that Dragmire doesn't like it. So… he's been rough in bed. I wish he'd really consider how I have to deal with it later but…"
"Disturbing." Commented Quinn. But he was glad to see that the amulet was working. It wouldn't cure the king, that was asking too much, but it would hold off the curse for a while. "You should avoid visiting so much, though. Dragmire will get suspicious if you keep coming to see me."
"Quinn, why did you make that amulet?" Anya asked, ignoring his last statement.
"The curse needs to be held off for as long as possible." He said simply.
"Yes, but… it's not like you to do something that puts you in such a vulnerable position. And you're more the type that prefers to finish something then just leave it hanging for a while. What are you planning?"
He didn't say anything. The redhead didn't trust her enough to tell her about Link… And even if he did she would scold him for putting such faith in a boy she barely knew. But he couldn't put his finger on it. There was some about that kid that said he could be relied on, that what he spoke was the truth…
"You're not going to tell me…" Anya muttered. She seemed upset. "I trust you, but you're not going to tell me?"
"I don't trust you; you should know that by now. And I can't risk telling you what I know now because you're sleeping with Dragmire." He said simply.
"Fine," said the province holder in a way that said she was most certainly not fine. "I just wanted to see how you were doing was all… and maybe just sit for a few minutes…"
After a moment of silence she grumpily staggered up and walked out, only saying, "See who tells you about the meeting today!"
Quinn just sniffed, feeling another sneeze come on. He held it in and went back to thinking about everything that was going on.
The desert was preparing to make a move with two witches that his necromancer informants said were hideously powerful, the king's health was at a stand-still for a moment, Dragmire didn't expect that and is currently distressed, Eugen's nephew had gone off to find something that he claims can remove the king's curse…
And he was sitting around doing nothing.
He scowled and then quickly sneezed.
He fell back onto his pillow and stared up at the ceiling. He hated doing nothing. Nothing could only be endured for so long, so after a few more moments of it, he sat up and looked around. The young wizard regretted sitting up so fast as lightheadedness quickly overcame him. He massaged his forehead while simultaneously cursing in his mind.
Something glinted to the side.
Puzzled, Quinn looked over at Anya's chair. There was a small mirror on it. With her legs weakened as they were from certain… activities… it must've fallen out of her pocket while she had stumbled onto it.
A sly smile came upon his face.
Screeing was one of the few magics he was good at… Something like that couldn't weaken him anymore than he was now…
He reached out for mirror and caught it, wishing he could shout out in victory. Then he realized that was silly. Had being in such a weakened state reduced him to wanting to cheer for simply reaching out to grab something? Pushing that to the back of his mind, he decided he should check on Link's progress and see where the boy was heading. Link was probably the only one he could scree anyways because magic users were sensitive to screeing magic.
Concentrating on that one presence, on Link, the a gray mist swirled within the mirror. The glass continued fill up with the mist and then it finally cleared, but it didn't show the young wizard's reflection. Instead, it showed a completely different place. It showed a barren wasteland, not quite the desert but certainly getting there. And in the center of this wasteland, making their way through the wasteland, was Link and girl.
He frowned at the girl. Was she traveling with him? And the hat… a witch? With a sword? Very strange sight… Even stranger was that the glass of the mirror was shuddering…
The girl with Link turned, facing straight up at Quinn.
The glass broke and scattered everywhere. A shard of the glass stuck in the redhead's cheek but he was too shocked by what he just saw.
Aunt?!
The girl, that witch… she looked exactly like his aunt… But she… years she was… and then she was killed…
The door to the room opened and Anya wobbled in. "Quinn I forgot my mir- goddesses, what happened?! You… you have glass in your cheek!"
Quinn frowned and felt his cheeks. Upon feeling the shard embedded in the flesh of his right cheek, he flinched. "It seems I do… And it hurts quite a bit."
The Eldin province holder was there by his side in an instant, keeping his face still with one hand and gently caressing the skin around the glass with the other. She debated whether she should take it out or perhaps let the doctor handle it… and then she noticed something in the young wizard's hands. Her eyes widened and she took the wooden backing of what was once a mirror.
"This is my mirror! What did you do to my mirror?! That cost me 75 rupees!" It was almost a shriek, but not quite.
"For something so small?" He blurted out.
She turned her attention back to his face and then frowned. "I'll scold you for it later; we need to get a doctor in here…" And then she got up and strutted out of the room, calling a maid to call the doctor.
The doctor hadn't been too far away and as soon as the glass was pulled out of the wizard's cheek, Anya left. She couldn't believe Quinn sometimes. Trying to use magic when he was sick? Sure, the doctor said since the shard was still rather small there wouldn't be any scars or such, but he could've gotten seriously hurt…
Not to mention he also broke her expensive mirror.
The nerve of men – it was unbelievable sometimes.
The woman sighed. There was just no helping them…
"Lost in thought, Anya?" She jumped slightly at Dragmire's voice. The man could appear out of nowhere sometimes… it was extremely unnerving.
"You could say that." She said, putting on her infamous fake smile.
He returned her fake smile. "Try not to be at today's meeting. I will make my move today. I trust you'll know your place when I do make my move." He said.
"But of course."
Giving her a satisfactory nod, he walked on ahead.
The province holder wished she could've punched him. Not even an apology for making my legs so wobbly. Jerk! Forget the nerve of men! It's the nerve of Dragmire that really pisses me off!
Looking at her face as she entered the council room, however, one would never guess she was thinking that. Her face remained as calm, pleasant and serene as ever. As courtesy demanded, she greeted everyone present politely and then waited at her seat. She had a short conversation with Reku, the only other female in the room, before all were present in the council room.
"And so we begin another meeting to discuss the succession of the king." Ganondorf began.
"But what of Quinn? Is he not supposed to be present? This is the third meeting he is missing." Carolus asked.
The dark man smiled and then gestured to the Eldin province holder. "Anya, you see him quite frequently so you know his condition better than I do. Would you care to inform the others?"
She nodded. "Of course Lord Dragmire." Directing her attention to her fellow province holders and the two representatives, she said, "I fear Quinn has been under quite a bit of stress lately, so much so he's overexerted himself. Right now he's sick with fever and is unable to attend." She mentioned nothing of the incident with the mirror.
"Is it the same illness that hinders the king?" Asked Jerrick tensely.
"I doubt it," said Anya, "I am his childhood friend so I know him well. He's simply overworked himself."
"Speaking of the king," Carolus spoke again, "I've heard that his condition has improved. Is this true?"
Anya noted the twinge of annoyance on Dragmire that everyone else didn't seem to notice.
"Yes, it is." Responded the Gerudo cheerily. "The doctors say that his condition has significantly improved, though he is still far from being healthy. Nonetheless, the matter of succession should still be considered since the king has no heirs or direct relatives."
Hmph. He manages to put on such a nice face now but I have a feeling tonight might be unpleasant. Anya thought bitterly.
Ganondorf continued, "We have been meeting for weeks now and have yet to reach a conclusion. I am sure we have reviewed every aspect of each candidate here. There must be an heir." As he spoke, his eyes ever so lightly lingered on Anya.
He made his move.
"Dear gentlemen and observers," she began, speaking in a manner that projected care, "I really don't see why we have spent so much time. Perhaps I should've spoken earlier, but I think the perfect heir is the one man here we haven't really discussed. Lord Dragmire, I nominate you to be heir to throne of Hyrule."
There was a knock on Quinn's door and Anya entered.
"I thought you said you weren't going to tell me what happened?" He asked her.
The province holder blushed at she sat down on the chair by his bedside. "Never mind that, Dragmire made his move at today's meeting." She said.
The redhead became alert. "And…?"
"It wasn't a move that was obvious. The only reason I know is because he informed me he would do so just before the meeting began. It was subtle…"
"Are you going to tell me what happened?" He asked.
She gave him a sour look. "I don't see why I should given that you don't trust me and you broke my mirror… but to put it simply, I had to nominate him to be heir."
The feminine wizard's eyes narrowed. "The whole point of this is to prevent him from being king." He reminded her bitterly.
The woman waved a hand in dismissal. "I know, but like I said before, he's not telling me anything of his plans. Consider this of way of me gaining his trust so he will tell me his plans in the future." She said. "Anyways, just about everyone, including the Zora and Goron representatives, agreed with my proposal."
Quinn scowled. "Him trusting you is meaningless if he's already named heir…"
"I said 'just about everyone', not 'everyone'. The only way he can be named heir is if there's a unanimous decision. There wasn't." Anya said.
The bedridden redhead forked an eyebrow. "Who voted against it?"
"Eugen."
"Eugen? Why would he disagree?" The wizard mused, "He's complicated to understand and no one can understand which side he's on but… I'm sure even acknowledges that Dragmire is suitable for the position."
"And maybe he's caught on to something, much like you did." She commented. "He was very cheerful going against it too. 'I think we can find someone better among us' is what he said exactly with his ever so idiotic smile. He certainly won't be on Dragmire's good side."
"He's never one anyone's good side." Remarked the wizard.
After a moment of pensive silence, Anya finally spoke. "What did you do with my mirror earlier? You shouldn't be doing magic in your condition."
"I was screeing; it's simple for me." Said the redhead somewhat defensively.
The woman gave him a flat look but said nothing.
Another silence, and then Quinn spoke. "Anya, did you ever meet my aunt?"
Forking an eyebrow, the brunette said, "You had an aunt?"
"I met you when you were seven, right? You never met her, then…" the wizard seemed to be speaking more to himself than to her.
"Why the sudden mention of your aunt?" She asked. Wherever he was going with this, she wasn't following.
"When I was screeing earlier… I saw a girl that looked just like her… And the girl had to be at least fifteen or sixteen…"
"I had no idea you were into younger women, Quinn." Commented Anya with a sly smile.
He glared at her but continued, "My aunt was exiled from Hyrule sixteen years ago. She died shortly afterwards."
Puzzled, Anya asked, "I have no idea what you're trying to tell me, Quinn."
The redhead looked straight ahead at the wall, biting his thumbnail. "Earlier you wanted me to trust you, right? I'm about to tell you something that requires secrecy… You can tell no one, Anya. Not a single soul."
She nodded, her expression serious.
"There might be an heir to the throne... Illegitimate, but an heir…"
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