Legend of Zelda 4 Life: No, no Link didn't hear that at all. There wouldn't be tension if he did hear that. Allow me to quote Time Spinner when I say, "Kekekeke!"And you don't need me to quote what Vega said about you. D:

NinjaSheik: Thank you, I'm glad you think so.

LadyZayriah: And they're about to get more interesting! I'm going to quote Time Spinner again: "Kekekeke!"

Oh and to fleets, I know you put it in a review a couple of chapters ago, but I'm answering anyways. Don't worry too much about Anya. She'll get a happy ending. :D

You know, I never quite noticed until just now but... I have over 100 reviews on this. I think I spazzed off the walls and foamed at the mouth when I saw that. Thanks guys!

The day after, Vega had been more amicable than he had ever been before. Contrary to how he usually acted before, the star was actually quite cheerful. Before he had been brooding and angry, but now he was cheerful and more upbeat. He'd even gone and forgiven Zelda for binding their souls.

Frankly, the whole situation irritated the hell out of Link. Vega had gone from jackass to Zelda's bosom buddy overnight. A person didn't just change so suddenly like that! Just because they had one heartfelt conversation…

His cheeks burned.

"I mean… I like Link a lot…"

Liked him a lot… Well, if she really liked him so much then why couldn't she talk to him about all of that? Why could she tell Vega and not him?

… And what did "like a lot" mean exactly? "Like a lot" was so… it was so vague!

"… If it was a choice between you and Vega I'd choose Vega any day!"

The page's shoulders slumped. Yeah… she doesn't like me like that… He thought. Circling around the courtyard impatiently, his mind began to race. What does it matter that she doesn't like me that way, anyway? I mean… sure, she's pretty… but she's also naïve and temperamental! A hand went to the collar on his neck. Very temperamental… But… it's also getting more and more difficult to stay angry at her for it. She says she's sorry about it and that she'll get rid of it.

His train of thought paused at that moment. When did he begin to trust her that much? Zelda certainly had proven herself trustworthy… and definitely more capable of a woman then he was brought up to believe a woman could be.

Walking back into the temple, his eyes went to Vega and Zelda. The two were animatedly talking about something with smiles on their faces. Link felt his cheeks burning again. He was jealous of the star for receiving such warm attention from Zelda.

"You look upset, nephew." Link jumped a foot in the air at the sound of his uncle's voice. The small blond man was looking up at his nephew with his usual dumb expression, seemingly delighted that he scared his nephew.

"I'm not." Link denied after regaining his composure. He looked back to the doors of the temple. "Where's Anya?"

Eugen rocked back and forth on his heels. "Oh she's busy spreading rumors about your lady-friend among the women of the Court." He said simply. The young page frowned at his uncle's reference to Zelda as his "lady-friend" but said nothing. "I just thought you should know that we openly told the Court about her, but we're keeping her whereabouts a secret for the time-being."

"What's Dragmire's reaction?" Link asked.

His uncle's grin turned malicious. "On the surface he pretends to be delighted, but my underlings have reported he's been frequenting the dungeon a lot more than usual. He's probably sending that blue-fellow of his on a wild-goose chase for your friend. His plan is slowly crumbling and he's getting quite upset."

Link allowed himself a smirk at the thought of a frustrated looking Dragmire.

"But Link, I should warn you," his uncle continued, his face now serious. "He won't rest until he finds that star. Worst of all, he may not even need him if figures out who you and Zelda are. While he may not be tracking you two, it's still important that you two don't…" The small blond man paused and his expression became unreadable.

"Uncle?" He asked. But before Link had even finished saying that one word, the small man had vanished from view.

"Ow! Hey, let me go!" Cried a female voice.

Turning on his heel, Link saw that his uncle was now on the other side of the temple, obviously holding someone down between the benches. He went on his way, Zelda and Vega following suit as they noticed the commotion as well.

"I see no reason to let you live, Gerudo." Eugen said, wearing his stupid grin while holding a knife at the throat of the Gerudo woman he had pinned down.

"Hold up there!" Vega shouted as soon as he saw the Gerudo, instantly recognizable as Nabooru. She didn't speak, but her brow did furrow as her gaze settled on the star.

Eugen, without loosening his grip on the knife at the woman's throat, turned his head to the star. The Sheikah was frowning at the star. "And what gives you a say in what I should or should not do?"

The frown on Vega's face was identical to Eugen's. "Because I know her and can tell you she's no threat."

There was an uneasy silence hanging about. The small man still hadn't removed the blade from Nabooru's neck. It was cold and sharp against her skin; she knew that even trying to escape would ensure death. Heck, she was even trying not to breathe too much because the blade so was tight on her neck.

"Please, Mr. Eugen," Zelda said while taking a small hesitant step forward. "If Vega says she's no threat, I believe that."

Still frowning, Eugen looked at Link. "What do you think, nephew?"

Link looked down at the Gerudo woman. Gerudo were fierce warriors as far as women warriors went – he knew that first hand. And he remembered that this woman was the one who tried to stop them from leaving the fortress before the Time Spinner stepped in. So what exactly didn't make this woman a threat? Zelda caught his eye. She was looking at him pleadingly. Scowling, he said, "If Zelda trusts his judgment then so do I… But I don't have to like it."

Zelda beamed at that and Link quickly averted his gaze. If she kept looking at him like that…

The Sheikah reluctantly took his knife from the Gerudo and stepped away from her. Nabooru, still a bit stunned by what had just happened, got onto her back and looked up at those around her. Aside from the Sheikah, there was Vega and the two that had helped him break out. Unpleasant memories and emotions were beginning to resurface.

Vega extended a hand to her. Nabooru glared at him and stood herself up, completely ignoring star's offer to help. "I can get up on my own."

"You ran." Said the silvertop, looking almost like a proud parent.

"There's still hard feelings!" Nabooru snapped.

The star held up his hands in surrender. "And I accept them. I was a selfish jerk, I apologize again. I don't expect you to forgive me." It was said calmly and sincerely.

Coming from his cell, Rauru had finally come to see what the commotion was all about. "Is something the matter?"

Vega made sure he was first to speak. "An acquaintance of mine seems to be in a spot of trouble. Could she stay here as well?"

The aging preacher looked at Nabooru for a moment, not seeming at all threatened by the fact that she was obviously Gerudo. "The goddesses welcome all, no matter what race." He said with a warm smile.

Nabooru said nothing, but returned her deadly gaze to the star. Vega just smiled back at her, which seemed to increase the deadliness of her stare. Why did I have to choose this temple to seek refuge in?

Anya had the strangest feeling; the feeling that she was being watched. She'd been getting it ever since she and Eugen came out with the information that a living heir to the king was available. It wasn't the first time she'd had the feeling, actually. She'd had the feeling plenty of times before when Quinn still lived. But whenever she turned around, there was always nothing. After his death, the feeling had vanished. But now it had come back, and she'd come to think that perhaps it wasn't her imagination. That was later confirmed when she approached Eugen with the information.

"Oh, is that so? It seems like Dragmire considers you troublesome if he's sending Zant to follow you! Take this." He had said, handing her what seemed like a regular ball wrapped in paper. Upon closer inspection, the Sheikah eye was inscribed on the paper along with writing in Ancient Hylian. She had no idea what it said. "Throw it down to the floor if you sense him again. That should send him running for a while."

So, walking down the deserted hallway and feeling Zant following her, she fingered the paper ball within her pockets. She wondered what would happen when she threw it. Anya probably should have asked Eugen before he left. Too late for that now. She thought as she entered her own quarters. Sitting in her room and looking around, she found it hard to believe that anyone could be hiding in the shadows. But then again, this Zant fellow wasn't supposed to be human. She stood, took out the paper ball and threw it down to the floor.

She did not expect what came next.

There was a bright flash of light. At first she thought it was a normal flash bomb; the type that most Sheikah used in order to cause diversions to escape or attack unexpectedly. But the light, blinding as it was, didn't feel like a normal kind of light. Although her eyes were shut tightly, the light was still burning through her eyelids. There was screaming, and it took her a moment to realize it was coming from her. But then she heard another scream. Staggering back, she tripped over her skirts and landed on her behind, toppling over the chair she had been sitting on. But the light on her eyelids was darkening. She opened her eyes a crack. The light was still strong, but standable. The light was bright gold. She could make out a silhouette that seemed to be the source of the light. It looked like a monkey or a lemur. But it wasn't facing her direction. Its back was to her and shining most of its light on a humanoid figure that was the source of the other screaming.

The light monkey then seemed to take notice of her. Glancing at her absently, it proceeded to dissipate in small orbs of glowing, golden light.

Anya gawked. She realized what she had just seen. That little paper ball wasn't just a paper ball… It was a Sheikah Summoning Orb… and it had just summoned the Light Spirit Faron. It really shouldn't have been that much of a surprise since Eugen was in charge of the Faron province but… never in her life did she imagine that she would see a Light Spirit or the type of power they possessed.

A whimpering sound brought her back to reality. Ahead of her in the corner of the room was the figure that had been screaming before, Zant. He was in black robes, and what had once been blue skin was now a deathly pale white. Anya scrambled up and went closer, each step becoming more and more hesitant. She did take a step back when she saw the face, though. At fist glance, he could've passed for human, but Zant's face was simply… alien. And it was even more contorted due to the attack of the Light Spirit.

Sounds came from the mouth of the cringing Zant. "K-k… k-kill m-me…"

Looking down at the pathetic mass that had been following her, she had to admit that the thought did cross her mind. The mere fact that he served Ganondorf was enough to warrant death in her mind but… something about this creature… He was just so pitiful. All the more reason to kill him.

Taking the knife she kept hidden in her sleeves, she got closer and knelt next to the Twili. She placed the knife by his neck and pressed, ready to slash.

Don't be blinded by hatred, Anya. Think of the consequences.

She froze, feeling tears stream down her cheeks. Quinn's voice… Her hand faltered and the knife slipped and slid down to the floor. She had to be going crazy… How else would she be hearing his voice? He was dead…

"P-please kill m-me…" Zant begged.

Anya looked at the Twili. His words and his alien face pleaded for death.

Think of the consequences.

If it gets your voice out of my head, then fine!

This creature longed for death. Was it wrong to indulge him? In the short term, that sounded very good. It would get rid of one of Dragmire's servants and take out an obstacle. In the long term… in the long term, it wouldn't be so good. Dragmire would instantly know who killed Zant. The Gerudo probably wouldn't be very happy to know that one of his most valuable servants was gone and she would suffer the same fate as Quinn… As much as the thought of joining him in the afterlife appealed to her, she refused to do so until Dragmire was dead. So in order to preserve her own life, she must preserve this creature's life. And that also had another benefit aside from staying alive: This Twili would owe her a debt.

Taking her knife and putting it back in the holster on her arm, she looked at Zant.

"I'm not going to kill you." She said.

Zant looked up at her with desperate, alien eyes. "Please! I… I can't go on… If you don't kill me, he'll kill me!"

"No he-"

"He has my heart!" Zant cried, forgetting his pain from the light. The pain from his death would be much worse. He just wanted to die at that moment – to be free from Ganondorf's grasp. "He can kill me no matter where I am!"

So he'd much rather die on his own terms… She could understand that. "But I still won't kill you." She said. "He has your heart, not your mind."

After seeing such an alien face, Anya never thought the Twili could cry. "You're killing me, either way…"