Fate Favors the Fearless

by Freyjadour

AU Zelink: "I will protect you for as long as I have too. I will run where you need to run, I will hide wherever you need to hide, and I will fight anyone you need to fight. I swear on these words and if I break them, may Death drag me down himself."

19. Knights Arrival

I got a message from someone telling me they were going to be deployed soon and wished to see my fic updated before they left. So, here it is, rushed and sloppy (when isn't my writing honestly) hopefully done in time. Also, hopefully this chapter is a lot better than last chapter which was fairly boring. Can you believe I've been writing this story for about five years now? Crazy, right? Can't believe I have been writing it that long, I was in highschool when I started it. Now I'm almost done with college. I owe it all to you loyal reviewers for keeping me going. I did not plan on this story being this long or that big, but I love where it's going and hopefully you guys do to. Now, onto the story.

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It was silent, well, not completely. Finding silence in a forest was impossible, and if there was ever a noticeable silence, something was categorically wrong. Hearing was often a far more valuable sense than seeing. A person always relies too heavily on sight even though it has severe limits. When the eye is tricked, the mind is also tricked. The mind believes what the eye sees, so if the eye is wrong, so is the mind. Hearing, on the other hand, causes a person to hesitate slightly. They always question what they hear, and that extra moment of consideration can often be all that is needed to explain whatever the phenomenon. Not to mention, sound can curve around trees, so while a person may not be able to see more than ten feet in a forest, they can hear for hundreds of feet. A skilled scout knows how to take advantage of this. They know which tree branches make which sound when they break. They know how far away someone is when they hear someone step on a twig. These facts can keep a person alive.

What birds are singing is undeniably the most important. Anyone that knows the song of the birds will know what is happening in the forest, even if blindfolded.

When nature is alone and only surrounded by nature—all birds sing. So, when a scout is in the woods, some stop singing. This alerts anyone else in the area – with skilled knowledge of course – that someone is near them. Therefore, the scout needs to let the birds become accustom to their presence to continue singing. On top of that, they must learn what birds sing and which ones don't when different predators are nearby. Take the average Fringillidae for example. It has a distinct chirp if one knows what to listen for. It will happily sing when a person walks by, uncaring as it has adapted to understand a person means it no harm. However, when a wolf walks by, even if the bird is not the natural prey of a wolf, there is an unknown historical fear of the predator. Some researchers say, the Fringillidae's chirp has another high-pitched tone that a person cannot hear, but it hurts a dog's ears. For this reason, there is an aggressive behavior from a wolf whenever a Fringillidae chirps, and because of this, those birds stop singing whenever a wolf approaches.

This all sounds useless, but it's this inside knowledge which is often the most helpful.

Is was knowledge like this that alerted, Tara, Troy's mother, to the fact a wolf was now near them.

"Do you hear that?" Tara asked in a whisper to her son who was lying next to her.

"Nothing out of the usual?" He mumbled back.

"The Fringillidae have stopped singing." She informed him.

"I don't even know what that is." He sighed.

"A bird."

"Okay, I got that…so?"

"There's a wolf below us."

Troy didn't move, he knew he was safe. They were up at least fifteen feet in the air on a manmade wooden platform wedged between two large trees. It was close to the edge of the forest but it was pushed back a few yards. There were leaves to hide them from anyone on the open plains, but there was enough of a gap for them to see out with a fairly good range of vision. It was a classic scouting loft, there were many erected throughout the forest for Ordon scouts to keep watch. This one was the furthest away from the village, closest to Castle Town, which also made it the most dangerous, since it would undoubtedly be the closest to any enemies. It was why Tara – who was the best archer – always located herself here. She had the best eyes and could see further than any normal person ever should be able to. Not to mention her skill. She could take out a raiding party if need be, and at the very least, slow them down to buy Ordon time to ready its defenses, which she'd alert by sending a colored arrow into the sky. Add in her incredible sense of the forest – such as understanding bird signals – and she was the perfect scout.

Tara was the first line of defense.

She brought her son to try and teach him, but he was as lazy as ever. Admittedly, his attention was peeked now that a wolf was nearby.

"How do you know?" He asked.

"I told you, the Fringillidaed stopped singing, they do that whenever a wolf is near."

"Why?"

"Who knows?" She shrugged which was unnoticed on Troy since they were both lying down on their stomachs, side-by-side as they gazed out into the grassy area.

"What do we do?" Troy inquired.

"Nothing," his mother mumbled.

"Well isn't it bad if it's watching us?"

She chuckled slightly, but didn't take her eyes off of the grassy plains. She never would, it was too big of a risk, she'd keep her eyes where they needed to be. They also whispered so she could always listen to the surrounding.

"Why's it funny?" Troy pressed somewhat irked by it.

"She's not watching us."

"Okay…" Troy mulled that over for a second. "First, how did you know she was a she? Second, what do you mean by 'not watching us'? And third, why do you know anything about this?"

Tara reached her hand out and Troy handed her another cherry pit to suck on. Another trick-of-the-trade Tara knew, it kept her mouth from drying out and it kept her stomach from growling. Her other hand was out in front of her, but bent at the elbow. In her grip was her trusty bow with an arrow already notched in but the string was still straight. She could shoot it in less than a second if need be. It was all about being ready and she was always ready.

"To answer the first one, all wolf scouts are feminine, have better sense of smell and eyesight apparently. Second, she isn't watching us, she's watching with us. Third, every scout should know about the wolf scouts, they are equally important."

"So you've seen this happen before?" Troy asked.

"Yes," She answered.

"You say it like they know a war is coming."

"They do."

Troy stared at his mother, but she kept her eyes forward. "That's insane."

"You better start believing in the power of this forest, it's far more superior than us. The wolves are well aware of what's going on. The entire forest does."

"So you've seen it before, in the war ten years ago?" Troy asked.

He could see Tara's posture soften for a moment, most likely thinking about her late husband she lost in the war, but it didn't last long. She was a true soldier, she stiffened back up the next moment as if it never happened.

"Yes, but they only watched, they didn't fight. Everyone thought they would, even I did. The forest is supposed to help Ordon in a time of need. There are records of Ordon warriors fighting side-by-side with wolves, but that has hundreds of years ago, no one alive has seen it. We were hoping with Ordon facing the rest of Hyrule, we would be aided, but they didn't come."

"But there's a wolf underneath us right now," Troy still hadn't seen her, but he knew his mother was right.

"Yes, but they are just watching. This is their forest; they keep an eye on it. This doesn't mean they will fight, and I really don't know if the forest fighting is a myth at this point."

"I'm gonna take a look." He told her and slowly slide his way to the edge of the platform.

He peered down and didn't even see the wolf at first. It was sitting among the bushes and her hair was a darkish brown, so much it almost looked green. It blended in easily enough, actually, if Troy wasn't near it and already looking for it, he probably wouldn't see her. She sat at stiff attention with her eyes perked and head pointing right out at the plains. Tara was right, the wolf was watching with them. Troy was shocked, he never imagined the wolves were this organized to send a scouting wolf, and have it watch right near them.

"Here," Tara pressed something against Troy's side.

He looked to see it was a dead squirrel. "Why do you have that?"

"You're supposed to give the wolf some food."

"But you didn't know a wolf would be here."

"I always bring one, just in case, I almost didn't bring it today, but good thing I did. Now give it to her already."

"How do I do that?" Troy gave her a pointed look, which she still didn't see because she was looking forward.

"Drop it down to her obviously." She remarked.

Troy grabbed the squirrel and made sure to drop it near the wolf but not on top of her. The squirrel plummeted downward and landed right near the wolf with a small thud. The wolf didn't budge even a little.

"She didn't go for it." Troy reported to his mother.

"Did we eat all our food yet? No. She's saving it I'm sure when she gets hungry."

"This is just too weird." Troy shook his head.

"No more talking, I need you to listen in case the wolf makes a hissing sound."

"Wolves don't hiss."

"Well, it's not a growl, or a bark, it's like air just being breathed loudly. It's their quiet warning to us."

"Again, I don't know how you know all this."

"Just listen." She hissed at her son.

"Alright, alright."

He didn't have to listen long before the wolf let out a quick, sharp, but quiet, bark.

"Umm she barked, what's that mean?"

"Get your bow ready, Troy," Tara spoke with a very serious tone, as she slowly rose to one knee.

"Shit, shit, shit," Troy quickly scrambled to get his bow into his hands with an arrow ready. He rose to one knee like his mother. "What's going on?"

"Calm down, and look. You have my eyes, do you see?"

Troy took a calming breath and peered out into the distance. He looked left and right, near and far. He didn't see anything. "I don't-"

"Troy, look, and really look. Not at anything specific, look at it all, and see what doesn't match."

The wolf let out another bark, still quiet, but wanted to make sure the scouts heard her. Tara quickly snapped her fingers twice, which informed the wolf she could see it too.

Troy looked again; he took in everything all at once this time. After a moment, he saw, on the far side, a shadow like figure. It was faint, but he swore he saw it. He narrowed his eyes to that exact location and this time he saw something move in a manner that was clearly not animal.

"Dear Goddess, there's a person," Troy gripped his arrow tighter. "Is this an invasion?"

"Scout," His mother calmly replied.

"What do we do?" Troy urgently asked.

"I need you to stay calm," Tara sweetly told him.

Troy took another breath, he had to get under control, but this was nerve-racking. Who was out there? Was it just a nearby farmer, sheepherder, maybe just a wanderer? But why weren't they out in the open, why in the forest? And why not far in the forest, but right on the edge? Was this a Gerudo, was this the beginning of the invasion, and once this soldier reported back, thousands of Gerudo would be marching to Ordon? Do they kill him, or will that make it worse? Who was out there? This could be the beginning of the war, this could be it! Troy was right at the beginning of it all and he was a good mile or two from Ordon. They were out alone at the furthest scouting loft. It could get bad.

It's no wonder Troy couldn't stay calm.

"This would be good practice for you, but I don't want you to screw up this shot. It has to be a warning only, I wouldn't want you to accidently kill someone." It sounded like it should be a joke…but it wasn't.

Troy watched his mother slowly pull back the bow and adjust it accordingly. Troy watched her breathing slow down until it was so shallow he couldn't even see her stomach move. Her left index finger steadied the arrow tip as she aimed it at the desired target. The string was pulled back further than her head, something that sounds simple, but the tautness of the string was immense. It took a great feat of strength to draw a bow like that. Archers were often thought of as weak, and maybe their bodies were, but their arms and core were always incredibly strong.

Without another second Tara released the arrow, it flew from behind the leaves over the grassy plains, and thudded into a tree right in front of the person. They jumped back in such a fright; they could be seen as plain-as-day now. They quickly scrambled behind a tree out of view from Troy and Tara.

"Now what?" Troy asked.

"We stop the other one." She answered calmly.

"What other one?" Troy questioned peering out.

"Not that way," She notched another arrow and turned around to look inside the forest. "If someone is on one side of the plains, then someone will undoubtedly be on this side as well." Without warning, she bellowed out in an immensely loud voice. "To the person foolish enough to try and sneak in our forest! You have been warned, if I see anyone else try and head to Ordon, I will not miss! Feel free to call my bluff if you wish, just know you are betting your life!"

"I think the guy across the plains heard you," Troy commented as he saw the man start moving back the way he came.

"Good, but they may be back." Tara spoke, "Things just got more interesting, now we know that someone is trying to get to Ordon. This is no longer a cautionary watch." She picked up an arrow that had two pouches attached to the tip. "I'll be back, I need to shoot this off but can't do it from our position."

Troy nodded understanding, "I'll keep watch."

It didn't take long for Tara to get into position; she just went about fifty yards deeper into the forest before notching the arrow. She pointed straight up aiming for a gap in the trees before releasing it. The arrow soared into the sky and the speed at which it traveled opened the two pouches hanging off it. They were filled with a thick purple powder that flew out in the trail of the arrow giving it a purple streak in the sky. She knew someone was watching at Ordon and they would see this easily. It would tell them they saw a person, and to keep ready, but it wasn't anything serious yet. After that, she returned to Troy and took her position again.

"It's a little more nerve-racking now, huh?" Troy stated.

"Just keep calm. An archer doesn't rely on adrenalin like a warrior does." She advised.

"Yeah, well, who knew waiting and staring at nothing could be so heart-pounding." Troy joked.

"Just the way it is, we just have to be prepared in case something does happen."

"Then we shoot the red arrow right?"

Tara nodded, "We do, though it isn't necessary."

"Home come?" Troy asked.

"Because if we shoot that arrow, that means we're being invaded, and if that is happening, our wolf friend will howl. When she howls, the forest howls, it's hard to miss."

Troy didn't say anything, but he had a flashback to when he was seven. He remembered playing with Link and Blaine when suddenly everything became so loud they had to cover their ears. It was the hundreds of wolves all howling. They were warning Ordon of the oncoming invasion, the one that would take so many of lives. It was a tragic sound, one that meant there would only be death to follow.

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Link was sitting on a rock in the middle of the village watching the inhabitants go about their business.

"So how's training with Rusl?" Blaine asked Link walking up to him.

"It's won-der-ful," Link drawled out sarcastically.

"How's the arms."

Link's arms were at his side hanging downward. "Dead."

"How high can you lift them?" Blaine snickered.

Link paused for a moment, "This high."

'They didn't move."

"Exactly."

Blaine laughed, "Well, what doesn't kill ya."

"Yeah, but I feel like I am going to die."

"So why do you keep the Master Sword with you too?"

Link glanced over his shoulder to see the handle of the Master Sword. "It's an important sword, don't want it leaving my side. I won't use it, but in case I get in trouble, I don't want to rely on this big iron sword. Though, Rusl would probably say I shouldn't be allowed to live if I couldn't defend myself with iron sword."

"So where is Rusl?" Blaine asked looking around.

"With Bo over at the training grounds," Link pointed. He could lift his arms of course; he was just exaggerating the extent of his fatigue. "Why aren't you there?"

"They are still doing some basics, I can skip."

"Oh look at Mr. Warrior." Link taunted.

"Sorry we don't all have personal trainers," Blaine shot back.

Before Link could say anything Zelda appeared, "Link."

"Yes, dear."

"You didn't clean the dishes yet." Her hands were on her hips obviously upset.

Link rolled his eyes, "Seriously, that's the problem."

"Two nights!" Zelda exclaimed extending her hand with two fingers pointing out in Link's face. "They are piling up in the sink."

"I'm training, have pity," Link whined. "You use to love doing chores, you said it was so normal."

"Yeah, well not when it's your turn," She pressed.

"I'll do them later, I promise," Link told her just giving up not really looking for a fight.

"You better," Zelda started walking away but then stopped. Link and Blaine watched her curiously. After a moment, she turned around and walked back.

"Yes?" Link offered somewhat nervous about what he was going to get yelled at for.

Zelda let out a sigh, "I don't mean to yell at you, I know you're working hard, I think it's just because I haven't seen much of you recently."

Link leaned closer to Blaine, "What's happening?"

"I think she's apologizing?" Blaine offered.

"Zelda? Does she know how?"

Zelda's hands clenched at her sides, "It's not easy to apologize to a jackass."

Link gave her a boyish grin, "You can start by rubbing my feet. They're in so much pain."

"I hope you die from a horrible disease that is very agonizing." Zelda hissed and stormed away.

Link looked at Blaine, "Too much?"

Blaine pinched his fingers, "Little bit."

"Damn." Link pushed himself off the rock and headed after her. He jogged to catch up to her and grabbed her hand to stop her. He turned her around and she stepped close to him, but didn't look him in the eye.

"Why are you being so mean?" Zelda asked innocently.

"I don't know."

"Yes you do," Zelda pressed. "You've been short with me for days now."

"You have been bitter to me too." Link countered.

Zelda sighed, "I know, I'm sorry, I just-"

"It's the kiss, I know."

Zelda's head snapped up at him, "Was I bad?"

"What? No." Link quickly shook his head, "We've just been tip-toeing around one another kind of. We don't know how to interact, and now that everyone knows you're a princess, I'm not sure how to treat you in public. So, I joke and tease you. I don't know."

"Well…let's just take a step back," Zelda suggested.

"Back? Back sounds bad, let's go forward; I say forward steps are the best."

Zelda laughed softly, "We are both really busy, and even though we live together, we are exhausted at the end of the day. We just don't want to deal with it, so, I say…we just…let whatever happens happen."

"Alright." Link agreed.

"Alright?"

"Alright," Link nodded.

"Alright," Zelda turned to walk away but Link grabbed her hand and brought her back.

"Okay, not alright, I don't know what you mean."

Zelda inwardly grinned, "Well, what do you suggest?"

"I'm going to be nice to you," Link spoke confidently, "It's that simple. I'll be nice."

"Link, that's sweet, but we both know your charm is the fact you're such a sarcastic ass."

"Yeah, that is my charm…and being attractive, and smart, and funny, and strong, and athletic, and-"

"Egoistical narcissist." Zelda cut him off.

Link chuckled and placed a gentle kiss on Zelda's forehead.

"Link."

"Yes?"

"That's the things you can't do in public."

Link sighed and stepped back, "Sorry, won't happen again."

Zelda's gaze softened watching him, "I'm sorry, it's just-"

"I know, it's okay." Link back stepped away.

"Look, I'm going to go take a nap, but I'll do the dishes afterwards," Zelda offered meekly, "Alright?"

"Okay," Link turned around and headed back to Blaine.

"Did you just kiss her on the forehead?" Blaine asked.

"No, not officially," Link sadly answered.

Blaine nudged Link's arm, "So….do I ask what's going on or pretend I didn't see it?"

"Really, nothing is going on."

"That's the problem, right?"

Link shrugged, "Who knows, man. But we got bigger things to worry about." Link slapped his friend's back. "You see the purple?"

Blaine looked up at watch tower that had gone unmanned for years. It stood near the back of the village, almost in the forest. It was basically wooden planks nailed to a tree to make a ladder so someone could climb to a high platform. It raised above the trees, since the trees surrounding the village were smaller than the one's deeper inside. On the platform was the person who was constantly looking in Tara's and Troy's direction. When they saw the purple trail from the arrow, they raised a purple flag. Now the village would know there were scouts seen nearby.

"Hoping it turns red are we?" Blaine joked.

"I'm waiting for something," Link admitted. "Just not sure what."

It was as if the world was waiting for Link to make such a statement, because as soon as the words left his mouth, the forest came alive. There was a feint howl in the distance and within five seconds hundreds of howls erupted out of nowhere. It was a deafening noise louder than the strongest thunder. It was unified and constant. There were no breaks, it was a constant stream of blaring howls all matched to form as one sound. As if the forest itself was screaming its warning at the Ordon villagers. That something was heading their way and they had to prepare. The warning that only meant one thing: there would soon be countless death.

Link's hand snapped to his sword from his automatic reflexes. He and Blaine shared a look before looking around the village. Kids covered their ears from the overpowering noise and even small children began crying. Link wanted to cover his ears as well it was so loud. He had flashbacks to being younger and hearing the very same noise. It was Ordon's natural defense system, and it was unbeatable.

A chill ran down Link's spine. "Has the war begun?" He whispered to himself. Link let out a screeching whistle, hoping it out carry over the noise of the howls.

"What do we do!" Blaine shouted.

"What do you think," Link growled, his adrenalin starting to pump through his veins. He took off the iron sword from his back and leaned it against the rock he was previously sitting on. He started marching towards the front gate.

"I always wanted to be on the front lines," Blaine grinned as he drew his two swords but kept them low at his sides.

A twisted smile smeared itself across Link's face in anticipation. "We must give Ordon time to ready itself."

"Link!" The boy turned to see Colin running up to him.

"Get out of here Colin," Link ordered.

Blaine looked behind them at the watch tower to look at the flag, "It's green…I forgot what's that mean?"

Link relaxed a little, "As long as it isn't red."

"He's raising a second one…it's the triforce

Link quickly turned to Colin, "Quickly, Colin, go fetch the Princess, she's at my house."

"Okay," He nodded and ran off to Link's home.

"So they're knights huh?" Blaine readjusted his grip on his weapons. "Not sure if that's good or not."

"Assume bad," Link shot back.

Link heard a pattering on the ground and looked down to see Achilles appear at his side. He was able to hear the whistle over the howls after all.

A villager appeared with a spear in his hand, "First line huh?" He joked at Blaine and Link.

"More glory for us," Link remarked.

Another village ran up and stood in line with them. Soon a couple more appeared, all with a weapon in their hand, ready for anything.

"Brothers, if you would be so kind as to let me speak to our visitors," Link spoke with his eyes still facing the gate.

"If they wanna talk, sure," A villager looked at Link, "You are the best at picking fights."

Link smirked, "That's the plan."

A group of Ordonians with big round shields joined the small ranks at the gate and stepped in front. Without needing orders, the Ordonians with spears stood behind them, and poked their tips out between the shields. Link and Blaine stood in the back now. Soon a few archers appeared and readied their bows next to the boys.

"At least we got some defense." Link joked.

"Does anyone know what green means by the way?" Blaine asked.

"Advanced party." Someone answered.

"But a big one," Someone else said, "Or the wolves wouldn't howl".

More and more villages were appearing at the gate and forming into ranks. They didn't need orders, they all knew basic combat, and Ordon basic combat was pretty advanced comparatively. There were at least forty villagers now at the ready at the gates, they were all older, since the younger villagers were training at the cattle area. Link had no doubt Rusl and Bo were organizing them to come marching to the gates at any moments, but it was probably chaos trying to organize a group that large quickly. That's why this first defense was crucial to buy time.

The howling started to die out but there were still some howls carrying. That meant the Knights were approaching the woodland path to Ordon. The first thing Link felt was the ground start to shake from the horses stampeding inward. It was a terrifying feel of tremors representing the power that was about to emerge. Then, Link could hear the barking of the wolves which were chasing the Knights. He didn't know if they were attacking them or simply making their presence known, but by the direction of the barking, he knew the wolves were with the Knights. Hopefully, it was striking some fear into the Knights at least a little bit, anything to help Ordon more.

"Whatever comes through those gates, we do not budge!" Link yelled as he tightened the grip around his sword. The men listened to him, not caring he was half their age. He was a born leader. "We are the first defense, we hold until the rest arrive! What are we!"

"We are wolves!" The group shouted in unison prepared for anything.

A wolf dashed across the open path and plunged back into the woods. Another one followed, to better their position, and then the horses appeared. They came around the bend, dressed in full armor at a galloping speed. The Knights rode on top of them screaming with their swords and spears pointed forward. The wolves were dashing in and out of the trees barking and snapping their fangs at the horses, trying to scare them, but the horses were military trained. They ignored the wolves and trusted their riders to lead them, which was right into the Ordon camp.

"Archers hold fire! Second row, support the shields!" Link ordered. The second line of Ordonians pressed closer until they were right against the backs of the first line. They still kept their weapons pointed out.

"Ready!" Link shouted. "Do not attack first, we will not be the ones to be blamed for this war, but if they are foolish enough to attack, then make sure we finish it!"

The horses entered Ordon but immediately slowed their pace, which was a good sign. They could've easily charged and done some heavy damage to the small defense assembled. The bad sign was the amount of Knights pouring into the village.

"Back, back!" Link ordered and the men slowly shuffled their feet to shift backwards, not by much, but just to keep some distance.

Link still didn't know if they were the enemy yet, and since they slowed it made him slightly calmer. Yet, the sheer number of them was frightening; if they wanted to talk they wouldn't come with this many. Dozens were still pouring in, but instead of advancing into the village, they were moving off to the side, making a wall. They were wise to stay out the forest since the wolves lingered on the edging barking and taunting the Knights with fangs. In fact, the number of wolves was just as frightening. They didn't like outsiders entering without permission.

A few dozen horses entered into the village and then it stopped. They stood side-by-side in two even rows; those with swords in the front, and those with spears in the back. The spears poked out from the first line, doubling up the amount of points. They may not be charging, but it wouldn't take much for the horses to start galloping again. They were still in a ready position to attack if necessary and Link didn't doubt they would. But right now was the most important and tension situation.

The standoff.

No one spoke, and even the wolves stopped barking. They watched from the trees, with their heads low and prepared. Link heard about wolves fighting in battle, but he thought it was just a myth told to children. However, the way the wolves were standing, it looked very real that they may attack any moment. Link glanced down at Achilles who stood at his side. He knew the wolf couldn't see anything from where he was, but the wolf would wait on Link's orders, he didn't need to see.

One knight dismounted from his horse. He was a large man. An average height, but he was very broad in his armor. He had a mace with a sharp ring around its center dangling from his hip. It clinked against the armor as he moved. His visor was down hiding his face as well, but it was clear he knew battle. He just had that aura about him, the confident steps, the prominence of his stature, and the lack of fear upon entering a village full of fearsome warriors.

"Where is the Princess!" He shouted.

"Shocking question," Blaine remarked to Link.

"Let me through," Link quietly told the group.

The wall split in half allowing Link to confidently stroll through the middle. Achilles followed at his side, walking in determined steps. His back was slowly bending with each step. He kept his head low with his sharp eyes glaring at the Knights.

"I wasn't aware I would be speaking with a child." The Knight's eyes fixed on Link ignoring the menacing wolf walking with the boy. "Where is the Princess?

Link stopped only a few yards from the Knight. "Who do you fight for?" Link questioned with a strong voice.

"Who do you think?" He shot back.

"Lots of sides these days," Link commented. "But I hear Ganondorf now controls the 'loyal' Knights."

It was an obvious jab at how many of the knights abandoned their vows to the late King and made new ones with Ganondorf.

"I don't like your tone," The Knight growled.

"I don't like how all you Knights talk about is chivalry and honor. Yet, you couldn't do your one job, and I had to do it for you."

The Knight paused. "…you are Link?"

Link grinned, "It's good you know exactly what I'm talking about by doing your job."

"We protected the Princess!" He shouted, "You stole her."

"Ah yes, I'm sure that's the story, and now you've come to retrieve her have you?"

"Where is the Princess?" The Knight took a step forward.

"You know my name, it is rude not to give me yours," Link was just buying time, that was his main goal.

The Knight shockingly went along with it and removed his helmet. "My name is Sir Natorux."

"And I am Sir Link, because Sir's don't mean much in retrospect."

"Sir is an honor!" The Knight hissed. "One you could never understand."

Link shrugged arrogantly. "Only test of a man is his skill, not his name."

"I could say the same to you, Link of Ordon. Now, where is the Princess!" He screamed.

"Currently," Link looked over his shoulder, "I think in my bed."

Sir Natorux's face reddened and his nostrils flared. "What did you just say!" He roared.

"Sorry, I speak softly sometimes. She's currently in my bed," Link pointed with the Master Sword in the direction of his house.

"What are you doing with the Master Sword!" The Knight yelled in rage. "That's a sacred sword only the King of Hyrule can have!"

"This thing?" Link looked down at it. "It is pretty good for picking my nails with it and cutting meat for dinner." Link demonstrated what he meant at that very moment with a cheery smile at the Knight as he held the sword in his grasp and began picking his finger nails.

"You barbarian!" The Knight howled, put his helmet on, and drew his mace. "I shall teach you how to act properly in front of a Knight."

"Aren't you supposed to slap me with a glove if you're challenging me?"

"I promise you that will be the last remark you make!" Sir Natorux yelled.

"I can't even tell you how many times I've heard that one." Link smirked. "You won't be the last either."

"Sir Natorux!" A Knight yelled.

"Stay out of this, unless those barbarians interfere."

"Oh we won't!" Blaine shouted from the back. "Link could take you all on!"

"Show them why Knights are just little girls that have to hide behind metal!" Another villager yelled.

"Then come at me!" Natorux shouted.

"Achilles, back," Link ordered the wolf who slowly stepped backwards a couple paces to give the fighters some room.

Link swung his sword calmly in his hand and turned to put his right side towards the Knight. He also kept the sword in his right hand, he remembered what Rusl said; he would not be making that mistake again. He began walking backwards to circle the Knight who stood in a strong ready position. He didn't carry a shield which meant once he attacked, he would not stop. His build was not one to dance or be fancy. He would trade blows with Link, he had armor he could take the hits. No shield meant he was aggressive and would keep Link on the defensive. Coincidently, Link didn't have his shield either, he could've asked someone for theirs, but he didn't need it.

Link saw the Knight shift his weight slightly and knew he would attack. Instead of preparing the defense he took a quick step in, but then back out—faking attacking. Natorux fell for it and quickly stepped back, only to be laughed at by the Ordonians for falling for Link's fake.

"That's it boy!" Natorux charged Link with more speed than the boy thought he would have.

But even if the Knight was fast, Link was faster. Link put his right hand behind his back with the sword pointing upwards, running parallel to his spine. Natorux raised the mace above his head and swung it down with immense strength. Since Link's right foot was in front, he lifted it as he pivoted on his left foot, so his right foot was now behind him, essentially taking a half a step backwards and to the side. The mace came down in front of Link missing, but Natorux used his strength to swing it in his backhand in an uppercut at Link's face. Link didn't move his feet but leaned backwards so the mace passed by his face safely. Link quickly whipped his body forward and slammed his head into Natorux's helmet. The Knight stepped backwards, not in pain but in surprise. That wasn't a light headbutt, Link really smashed him. He's never been headbutted in his helmet before…it didn't make sense.

Link had a sly grin across his face which put a little more fear into Natorux. He wasn't going all out on the first swings, but he didn't like how calmly and easily Link dodged and countered. Not to mention Link kept his sword behind him the entire time, the last place it should be. It wasn't that Link was confident; it's that he carried this feeling that he wasn't scared even a little

"You're crazy," Natorux claimed.

Link shrugged and then danced on his toes a bit. "Better come at me seriously."

"I'm going to mess up that pretty face of yours," He growled and charged again.

Link leaned back to avoid the swing and stepped around the Knight who turned and swung again. Link jumped back and Natorux chased after him with a follow up swing. Link leaned to dodge it and then hopped back to avoid the swing after that. He never struck back but continued to dodge by either leaning or stepping around the Knight. The difference in speed was evident and Natorux was starting to get worried at how casually Link was dodging his attacks. Natorux charged with a little extra vigor this time to make sure he could land a hit. Link spun around the swing and lowered his sword so it was horizontal, but still behind his back. While he was spinning the sword knocked into Natorux' back. Not doing any damage because of the armor, but the ego blow was more damaging.

"Please tell me this isn't the power of a knight." Link grinned.

Natorux paused for a moment. The spin and strike wasn't that bad overall. The part that worried him was how Link spun right into his blind-spot of the helmet and then struck. It was a sign he was not lucky but actually knew exactly what he was doing.

Natorux gritted his teeth and charged again. He swung his mace so Link would step left, which the boy did. This time, instead of a second swing, he reached out and grabbed the boy's shirt with his left hand. He was successful, and now had Link in his grip. He was smiling underneath the helmet, if he stopped his speed, he'd have him. He didn't swing the mace but jabbed the butt of it at Link's face. Link tipped his head backwards just missing the jab but then pressed into the Knight. Since his right arm was across his body, Link was able to pin Natorux's arm so he couldn't swing the mace again. To make sure, Link wrapped his left arm around Natorux's neck so the inner-elbow was pressing against the back of the neck, and his hand gripped the mace.

"Try to keep up now," Link taunted.

In a flash of skill and agility, Link spun while ripping his left hand back, pulling the Master Sword from behind his back, and pushing Natorux's knee. The result was Natorux falling to one knee on the ground, and Link breaking free of his grip. Out of reflex, Natorux swung his now unpinned mace at the boy. Link turned his back to the swing, expecting it, and the mace collided with the Master Sword's sheath, blocking the sharp ring. The powerful blow was still felt but Link absorbed that easily. Natorux's free hand moved to grip Link, but Link's free hand snatched his wrist and held his arm outwards so it couldn't do anything. He raised the handle of the Master Sword high in the air and aimed the tip downward, only an inch away from the Knight's neck; below the helmet, above the chest plate, and in the small gap where the chainmail didn't cover.

Link didn't say anything; no need for a taunt, the damage was already done. He released the Knight and stepped back with a cocky grin on his face. Link took this time to look around and noticed that the rest of Ordon finally arrived and now there were hundreds of soldiers standing and watching what was transpiring. It didn't take him long to catch Rusl's eye and he was shocked to see that Rusl had a proud smile on his face. He gave Link the smallest of nods, which meant the world to him. Rusl had been disproving all his recent actions, it was good to see him support him for once. It was easy to forget, but Rusl was not a fan of Knights either, probably more so than Link, since Rusl lost many of his friends to them.

"Foolish boy!" Natorux yelled as he rose to his feet. "Do not underestimate me!"

"Well come on then," Link waved him onwards. "I got dishes to wash, so let's hurry up."

"You arrogant bastard!" Natorux yelled and charged.

"What is going on here!" A scream rang out among everyone.

Natorux stopped in his tracks when he saw Zelda step through the gathering crowd. He couldn't believe it. He came here with half a mind to rescue her, and after Link gave him resistance he grew more worried. But here she stood, not chained, not harmed, not hurt…she looked completely normal. Admittedly, too normal, since she was in a common dress with her hair completely down, but she looked healthy, something everyone was worried about.

"Princess!" Natorux called out happily, completely forgetting about Link. He started walking over to Zelda. "We were so worried about you."

"On your knees soldier." Zelda ordered.

"Princess, we looked-"

"I said on your knees!" Zelda screamed.

Natorux swiftly fell to his knee…as well as every other knight there. Each one quickly dismounted from their horse, put down their weapons, and fell to one knee.

Natorux tried to speak, "Princess we-"

"I did not say you could speak!" Zelda yelled with a harsh tone that sent a chill through everyone's spine.

"Oh some-wone's in twouble," Link taunted in a child's voice.

Zelda sent a glare at Link but wasn't surprised to see a cheeky smile in return. She put it aside for now and faced the Knight.

"Sir Natorux, you may speak, and tell me what is this that I have stumbled upon."

"We have come to rescue you." He answered.

"Am I in chains?" Zelda asked.

"No, Princess."

"Am I being kept from you?"

"No, Princess."

"I am no prisoner. Ordon has taken me in and taken care of me. They are my saviors, how dare you come in and begin fighting with them."

"It's that boy, Princess."

Zelda looked at Link who again just gave her a cheery smile. "I can't exactly blame you," She admitted turning back to Natorux, "But you cannot just come storming into this place with swords drawn and picking fights."

"That wasn't the plan but…"

"But…" Zelda pressed.

"He taunted me." Natorux answered.

"You are not a child," Zelda replied.

"He said things about you, Princess," Natorux said.

"Such as?" Zelda noticed his hesitation, "You may say it." Honestly, she just really wanted to know.

"I asked where you were and he said….he said…in his bed."

Zelda closed her eyes in frustration and looked at Link for a third time. Link – also for the third time – smiled that cheeky smile of his and shrugged.

"Technically, Sir Natorux, that was true, I was resting, but only because Link has given me his house to stay in, and his bed. He has been nothing but a gentleman since I've stayed here in Ordon, and he has tried his hardest to make sure I'm comfortable."

"I-I did not know Princess, my deepest apologies."

"Say it too Link," Zelda ordered. Truthfully, she knew this was Link's fault, he was picking a fight, that much was obvious, but she had to act like it wasn't. It was the power play in this situation. She could control the Knights, and the people of Ordon would only favor her if she treated them right. Yelling at Link would only cause more problems here. She needed to show that Ordon was not of barbarians and that they were good people. Otherwise, the two groups would never get alone.

Natorux turned to Link, but was still on one knee, "I apologize, Link, truly."

"Naw, it's cool," Link replied nonchalantly while picking his fingernails with the Master Sword.

Natorux growled seeing Link treat the sword with such disdain.

Zelda marched over to Link and spoke so only he could hear, "I thought you said you'd be nice."

"To you," He answered.

"Be nice to them now. That would be being nice to me."

"But it's just so much fun taunting them, and it's so easy."

"Link, please, this is a serious situation, you must know that," Zelda pressed.

"I do, Zelda," Link gave her a serious look, "And I do not like Knights riding into my village prepared for war and demanding to see you. Once they treat us with respect, I shall do the same."

"Very well," Zelda nodded, she had to give him that much, "But for now, be on your manners, at least a little."

"Only for you sweetie," Link smirked.

Zelda hid her smile, she hated but simultaneously liked Link's cocky and sarcastic demeanor.

"Sir Natorux!" She called out.

"Yes, Princess?"

"Where is Sir Gentilesse?" Zelda inquired. "He is the leader, you are his second."

There were a series of murmurs throughout the Ordon villagers that gathered. Link glanced at Rusl to see his hand slowly slid to the handle of his sword. The stern face on his mentor was enough to cause Link to readjust his grip on the Master Sword prepared for the man Rusl warned him about. The man that even put fear in Rusl.

"He wanted me to do the introduction." Natorux replied.

Zelda mentally calmed herself, Sir Gentilesse never was an easy one to deal with. She didn't quite understand him, but she was more confident now she had been dealing with the one person who was absolutely the hardest to deal with: Link.

"Sir Gentilesse!" Zelda called out, "Hither." She had to ignore the chuckles from Link after saying that word. She sent him a glare and he gave her an apologetic smile and waved her off as if saying 'sorry, I'll be good'.

"Princess! How wonderful it is to see you!" A Knight emerged from the group and removed his helmet. He shook his head so his shoulder length blonde hair would untangle itself and fall delicately on his shoulders. With sparking blue eyes, a strong chin, and a very shaped face, he was extremely handsome.

Link instantly remembered Rusl saying how Sir Gentilesse was a possible contender to marry Zelda. Within seconds of seeing him in person, Link knew he would hate him.

Before Sir Gentilesse approached Zelda, he walked over to Link…no one was sure how to take that.

"Wonderful," He reached out his hand and Link accepted it cautiously. "Sir Natorux is my friend but I had great joy in seeing you completely embarrass him, Ordon should not be underestimated. I didn't get to see you in the tournament, but the stories I heard. Truly, remarkable. I personally, on behalf of the entire Kingdom of Hyrule, thank you for saving the Princess from the horrible Desert Lord and usurper, Ganondorf."

"Right…." Link narrowed his eyes. "You're welcome?"

His voice was surprisingly soft for a knight and it took Link off guard. It was easy to assume this was just some important nobles son by his looks, but he knew Rusl wasn't giving someone credit for no reason. He also wasn't dumb enough to assume this was how Sir Gentilesse really was, it could be a façade to keep people unaware. It wouldn't be the first time Link met someone like that…

With a nod he then turned to Zelda, "Princess, I am so glad you are okay. We came as fast as we could."

"Was storming in with thundering horses necessary?" She asked.

"Well, yes, see we saw what happened to the Gerudo emissaries and we weren't sure if that might happen to a small party of our men. Also, if I recall, there's a certain woman archer that can take down ten men in ten seconds. I'd prefer we move at a gallop, so we won't be easy targets."

"Running will only make you die tired," Link informed him.

"Ah yes, well, please can someone inform her that I have more men coming and if she could go ahead and not kill them, that would be most wonderful."

"You have more men?" Zelda asked.

"Just over two hundred." He answered. "Maybe fewer if that archer isn't called off."

"We'll send word," Bo spoke as he stepped forward.

"Bo," Sir Gentilesse bowed. "I know you probably hate seeing me, but believe me, there are many knights here who have equal hatred to some of your villagers here. Let us be the ones to stand above the smaller feud and show that there is a bigger problem that we must work together to solve."

Bo reached out his hand and Sir Gentilesse took it. "I am glad you are here, but just know, I still hate you with every bone in my body."

"Likewise," Sir Gentilesse smiled falsely, "You killed one of my best friends."

"As did you." Bo replied.

"We must push passed that," Zelda spoke to them and placed her hands on theirs, "I know this will not be easy, but we must work together."

"She's right," Rusl stepped into the small circle of powerful political figures. "I want nothing more than to draw my blade and fight with you, but I cannot do that."

"Rusl, I have to say you make my hand twitch for my blade in fear of your power."

"And I am cautious of you as well," Rusl sternly replied.

"Well, we certainly have too much bad blood, it'll be up to Link and the Princess to unite the nations," Sir Gentilesse smiled.

"You keep your knights in check and we'll keep our warriors in check," Bo informed him.

"I will tell them to set up camp outside on the plains, we do not want to cause you worry by overrunning your village." Sir Gentilesse suggested.

"No," Rusl shook his head, "We cannot separate, that will only cause disdain. We are on the same side, you have free use of our village. If your knights want to stay on the plains because that will be more comfortable, they can. There will be chaos during the war if we keep everyone separate, we need them to bond."

"There will be many problems," Sir Gentilesse warned, "My knights will act wrongly at times, and so will your villagers. I mean no insult, but that's just how it will be."

"Let them fight," Bo weighed in, "It will only grow the bond. We do not think Knights are evil, and I hope you do not think Ordonians are evil. Just two different sides with different opinions. Once we fight on the same side, with the same opinion, we shall be one."

"Wise words," Sir Gentilesse smiled, but it quickly dropped. "But I must warn you personally Bo. Sir Cruxus is with us, I left him with the rest of my men, I wanted to inform you first."

Bo stiffened instantly hearing that name but his professionalism overcame his outward demeanor. "That was in the past, do not ask me to like the man, but I shall respect his skill and welcome him to our side."

"That's all I ask," Sir Gentilesse put an arm across his chest and bowed. "I shall talk with my men."

"Very well, come to my house after and bring your commanders. We shall discuss particulars."

"Agreed," Sir Gentilesse walked back towards his Knights, but then stopped and turned around, "Pardon me for one more thing?"

"Yes?" Bo raised an eyebrow.

"Will those wolves attack us when we leave?" Sir Gentilesse motioned to the couple score of wolves on the forest's edge.

Bo shrugged, "Better hope not."

"Ah…wonderful," Sir Gentilesse turned back around and helped Sir Natorux off his knee. The rest of the knights rose as well.

"I have to admit, that was tough," Sir Natorux whispered to Sir Gentilesse.

"You did good, you needed to let the boy win."

"Isn't it bad starting off our new alliance with a lie?" Sir Natorux asked.

"First and only one, just to make them welcome us easier." Once they got back to their horses Sir Gentilesse turned to Sir Natorux and said one more thing, "I know you friend, that last time you charged the boy, you were completely serious, and he still beat you. Don't underestimate him."

Sir Natorux didn't say anything but just climbed back onto his horse. The Knights road back out and the wolves followed after them but didn't bark anymore. Bo turned to the Ordon villagers and informed them that those Knights were going to be their allies. There were disagreements and rejoices as expected, but after a moment of bickering in the crowd, the Ordon villagers trekked back to the training grounds. This was just a little interruption in their training; there was still a lot of daylight left.

"We have a lot of work to do," Bo looked at Rusl.

"You offered them a place to stay in Ordon, but where?" Rusl asked.

"You know where." Bo replied looking at him seriously.

Rusl let out a sigh, "That won't go over well."

"Care to enlighten me on this discussion?" Zelda inquired.

"The current Ordon village can fit many more people than we already have," Bo turned to Zelda, "Many houses are abandoned after losing their owners in the war a decade ago. We haven't done anything with them; maybe friends of the fallen cleaned them now and again out of respect. But they are just sitting and available. I'm sure it won't go over too well with the villagers, but they will respect my decision. Also, I believe not all the knights will accept and those that do will be thankful for having a roof over their head."

"You are very wise Bo," Zelda nodded, "I believe that is a solid course of action."

Bo continued, "We will also have a meeting immediately with the high ranking Knights. I want to set ground rules, training regiments, and hear all about the outside world. Zelda I'm sure you will be expected to be there. Link, feel free to come as well."

"No," Link answered shocking the small group. "I won't do much good in that meeting. My presence would be far too political and I'm not going to get wrapped up in that. I'd rather be training, so that's what I'll be doing."

"You sure?" Zelda pressed.

"Yeah, call me when you need someone provoked or motivated."

Rusl gave a small smile, "Well, I don't see a problem with that, and don't think I'm going to ignore that you didn't use your iron sword."

Link clicked his tongue, he knew that would happen. "Yeah, yeah, I'll go extra hard, pinky swear." Link walked away and picked up the iron sword he left leaning against the rock. A few villagers congratulated him on his fight and for doing Ordon proud. He smiled back and said something witty in reply. Then, following his now daily routine, he stepped into the woods and headed towards his training area.

The moment he stepped into the woods he always felt this weight lift off his shoulders. Things were getting heavier and heavier every day. He wasn't against it, he welcomed change and liked where Ordon was heading…but it wasn't how he always imagined it. Link always imagined himself heroically fighting, but that's it. He enjoys fighting and enjoys testing his skill against others. But he was hardly fighting! It was dealing with people, dealing with Bo, Rusl, Zelda, and now knights. It felt very political; every move, every step could crack the ice and shatter everything that was standing on it. He had to be careful, and frankly, he needed a break. He couldn't sit through another meeting. That's all he was doing lately. Link felt amazing fighting against the knight and it renewed his pride in what he could do. Fighting was simple, he could understand it, and he could handle it. Everything else….not that simple.

Especially when it came to Zelda.

He had too many thoughts in that regard he didn't know where to begin. There was some tension with them lately and Link knew it wasn't just because he left her immediately after kissing her. Sure, that would upset anyone, but there was more to it than that. It's like they didn't know how to act around one another anymore. Link couldn't be affectionate in public, and he knew why. She was a Princess for Din's sake! He kept telling himself it wasn't anything more than a lustful attraction, but that was becoming harder and harder to believe. He certainly knew Zelda wasn't the kind of person to just act on impulse, especially when it came to this, which made Link believe it wasn't simple attraction. There had to be more, but…she was a princess. Princesses don't have flings, they don't have relationships before marriage, and that added another whole element to everything. Why would Zelda admit she has feelings for Link? Wouldn't she only do that with someone to…to…to…marry….?

The thought alone sent a shudder down his spine. That was just so absurd that it wasn't a possibility at all. Maybe, Zelda, like most teenager girls, can't always control her feelings and even if it is illogical in every possible way, she does like Link. Hearts wants what the heart wants. She doesn't mean for it to be anything long-term, and she knows short-term is bad, but she can't help it. She can't control her feelings because she's never felt like this before? But then there is everything Rusl has said…and how Zelda tends to always be in control. Was this truly one big elaborate con to get Link to do what she wanted?

"No!" Link shouted out loud, scaring Achilles slightly who was walking behind him. "No." He said again. That didn't make sense, he knew that. It didn't have to be an extreme of marriage or vixen trickery. She might just have feelings for Link, and that's all. "Put all that aside for now, you're here."

Link entered the training ground and looked around. It was perfect; a small grassy area with a small stream running down a rock that looked like Din had dug into the ground herself. It was from an underground stream, leaving it clean and refreshing. It was perfect spot to train and it was where Rusl and Link's father use to back in the day. It was private so they could practice without worry of someone watching. They even found stones of different sizes so they could lift and strengthen their muscles. Then Rusl would have Link run through the forest, which always helped with agility and reflexes. Shockingly, Rusl was doing everything Link was. Once the shock wore off, Link understood Rusl was also preparing for the war. It was easy to forget that Rusl was going to fight by his side, and wasn't going to sit this war out.

"Let's begin." Link told himself setting the Master Sword down along with the iron sword. He took his shirt off and set it down next to the Master Sword. He heard what he could've sworn was a snort and looked at Achilles lying down in the grass. "What? I don't want it to get sweaty."

He knew it was impossible, but he could've sworn Achilles rolled his eyes.

Link pushed the thought aside and began his usual routine. Practiced his technique, danced around a bit, lifted some rocks, and other things that Rusl made him do daily. He wasn't going to heavy because he didn't want to completely tire himself out with the new arrival of the Knights. There could be a chance of fighting tonight, and whether he would be the cause or have to help stop it, he knew it would be best not to be too sore. His arms were tired enough from the sword, but that didn't mean the rest of his body needed to be. Still, he couldn't let up on his training.

He was doing swings. It was basic but possibly one of the most important elements of his training. Footwork, skills, technique, and whatever else there was to practice were only useful if the fighter has enough stamina to put them to use. That's what swings were for. If Link got tired after swinging his sword five times, what was the point in being able to have a ten step combo? Realistically, swinging anything didn't just work out the arms—not if it is a good swing at least. It worked out arms, shoulders, back, and most importantly, the core, which a person used in almost anything they did.

"Okay, a hundred swings," He let out a breath, gripped that bulky club Rusl called a sword tightly in his right hand, and swung from high to low. With each swing, he took a step forward to utilize his entire body. His arm was already sore but that wasn't going to stop him. He needed to do it, it would only make him strong. He took another swing and a slight grunt escaped his lips. He shook his head, last time he made it to twenty swings before a grunt slipped out.

Willpower, fortitude, resilience, resolve. They were the elements that created legends. It wasn't luck or skill. It was determination and hard work. People said Link was a natural born talent, but it still took work. He trained daily for his skill and refused to be a burden in this war. Being tired was all mental; it was possible to push passed it. Link didn't need Rusl to stay motivated—he could do that on his own.

So he stood there, swinging over and over and over. Through pain and fatigue, he swung, because that's what he could do and that's what he would do. It wasn't quick, and it wasn't easy…but he finished a hundred swings with that hefty iron sword. They weren't as clean as they should've been but precision wasn't the point yet. When he was done, the sun was just starting to set, but it was still early since the sky didn't morph to its orange-ish hue.

He walked over to the small stream emerging from the stone face and took a couple gulps. He put his head under the water to cool off slightly and splashed some water onto his body. He turned to Achilles to see the wolf watching him lazily.

"See the problem with being ambidextrous, Achilles," Link let out a deep sigh, "is I have to do hundred swings with both hands…dear Farore."

Achilles head snapped to the forest and Link watched the wolf intently. The beast wagged his tail and got to his feet. Link relaxed slightly. That meant whoever was coming was a friend. He was somewhat surprised to see Zelda emerge from the trees.

"You shouldn't be walking through the forest alone," Link scowled her.

Zelda made a childish face. It was one she only made when they were alone. "Don't baby me, Link."

"You know it's dangerous, especially with all the wolves acting up."

"Well Achilles will protect me, won't you boy, won't you." She petted the wolf roughly.

"How'd the meeting go?" Link asked.

Zelda looked up at him and Link didn't miss the hesitation in her gaze as she stared at his chest. She also noticed that he noticed her noticing and mentally kicked herself. "It went as you would expect it to," She pressed onward.

"I really don't have any expectations," Link chuckled, "Could've been a disaster or could've went well, how would I know?"

"Well….both I suppose," She offered stepping closer to him. "It was awkward at first of course, and the amount of pleasantries about the weather and food was completely unnecessary and borderline pathetic in every sense of the word. I tried to push on, but to them I am just a little girl."

This surprised Link slightly, "Even to the Knights?"

Zelda let out a ponderous sigh, "Um…to some I am this royal goddess practically. To others – like Sir Gentilesse for instance – I am just a girl."

"I thought he would be behind you the most?"

"He is, he is." Zelda quickly reassured Link. "He's behind me and supportive, but he isn't dumb Link. Do not underestimate him, he knows politics probably better than I do."

"That's hard to believe," Link said offhandedly and took his ready position to start swinging again.

"Is that a shot at me?" Zelda narrowed her eyes.

Link dropped his stance and turned to her somewhat hurt, "Not at all. You're good when it comes to politics it's hard to believe a knight would know more."

Zelda dropped her head and put a strand of hair behind her ear red in the face for her accusation. She raised her head back up and apologized, "I'm sorry Link."

"It's okay," He told her. He took a strong step forward and swing the heavy sword strongly.

Zelda watched him and how his muscles moved with the swing. In her previous life she rarely saw a man that wasn't dressed completely. Now, she saw shirtless men everywhere—Link especially. She certainly wasn't complaining, it just took a little while for the cultural shock to wear off. However…it was always different with Link. She hated to be the person to stare, but she couldn't help her eyes from lingering. The veins in his arms were alluring enough, the abs sure, but what really did it was his back. The taut muscles that were pressing against his skin and the broad shoulders slimming down to a smaller waste. His pants were perfectly adjusted to hide everything but still allow those teasing abdomen lines which haunted Zelda's mind nightly.

Yes she hated to stare, yet…it wasn't exactly like she had a choice, right?

"So…" Link paused from his training and turned to her, "Anything important happen that I should be aware of?"

Zelda shook her head slightly, "Nothing too surprising: training schedule, plan of action to take for the foreseeable future, rules they must obey, and just the basics of what you would expect. Bo informed Sir Gentilesse that his men can stay in the cabins, and he said he would offer it to the Knights. It's still tense. I think the tensest moment was when Sir Cruxus walked in. I think Bo was ready to strangle him."

"Can't blame him," Link said, "He killed his wife."

"I know, I know," Zelda folded her hands in front of her. She paused and looked at Link with a surprisingly sadness. "It's going to be tough Link. The hostility between everyone…I expected it…but I thought the hardest part would be to convince them cooperation was best. But…they know that already, they're trying to get along, but I can just see it on their faces. The anger swelling from a decade ago, the hatred of losing loved ones, their ability to get vengeance sitting across from them…how could one not take it?"

"Because it isn't the wise action to take," Link offered.

"Logic is often overtaken by emotion," Zelda replied.

It was completely unintentional what Zelda said and how it mirrored other truths. Nevertheless, when Link paused and locked eyes with Zelda, there was that indescribable moment that transpired between them. They both knew it occurred and instantly recognized the moment. It was one of great importance and one that could not be passed up. Where all logic and reasoning would tell both teens to stand in their place and let the imperative moment pass by without any action. Yet, as Zelda so elegantly put, emotion often overtakes all logic.

Link dropped his sword and took determined steps towards Zelda— the forbidden fruit. It was the daunting allure and transcendent appeal of the Princess which he could never quite understand. No, it wasn't the fact she was a Princess. He wasn't as pathetic as a little boy wanting something he couldn't have. It was the opposite, he didn't want a princess…he wanted Zelda.

Link grabbed Zelda by the back of her neck and placed his lips on top of hers. She instantly wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and returned the kiss. Link did not stop walking and pressed into Zelda forcing her to step backwards. Link steered their direction into a tree and Zelda was unaware until she felt her back slam into it. She let out a slight gasp into Link's mouth which was quickly overtaken by his lips. Link's hand moved from the back of her neck and placed it against her thigh over the dress. Link's other hand moved down as well and before Zelda realized what was happening Link had lifted her off her feet against the tree. Her dress slid up and Link readjusted so his hands were no on her bare thighs. The smooth white skin was powerful against Link's control. Zelda continued to lustfully kiss him as she tried to keep up with the quickly escalating passion. She wrapped her legs around his waist and put some resistance against the tree to help with some of the weight. Link's lips left her mouth and dropped to her neck which she was more than glad to tip backwards granting him easier access. One of her hands moved to gripped his hair firmly as she enjoyed the hot kisses against her neck.

Then Achilles let out a sharp bark.

Link instantly dropped Zelda and took a couple steps back. Zelda tried to comprehend the situation when she heard a voice.

"Using the same spot I see." Sir Gentilesse emerged from the woods still dressed in full armor, but the helmet was nowhere to be seen.

Zelda felt her heart beating so strongly she could've sworn Sir Gentilesse could hear it. To be caught kissing Link could lose the entire support of the Knights. If he thought of anything peculiar he certainly didn't show it.

"What are you doing here?" Link questioned with narrowed eyes and his moment with Zelda long forgotten. Here was the Knight that Rusl warned him the most about. The man that supposedly causes a lot of people to fear…even Rusl. Link stepped slowly towards the Master Sword laying on the ground. It was unmissed by Sir Gentilesse, but he was not offended, he understood the caution all to well.

"I came to apologize, Link, officially." He answered as he stepped more into the center.

"For what? The war?" Link was confused. "You did your duty, that's nothing to apologize for." He was on his guard for sure, he had no idea why this powerful Knight knew where he was and why he was here.

"Not for the war overall," He eyed Link suspiciously, "For what I did."

"You killed Ordonians, it's okay, Hyrulians died as well," Link was trying to be somewhat kind and understanding, but this situation jus seemed wrong.

Zelda slowly started walking closer to stand behind Link.

Sir Gentilesse stared at Link for what felt like an eternity before understanding finally dawned on his face. "…you don't know."

"Don't know what?" Link inquired.

"Dear Din," He ran a stressed hand through his hair.

"Know what?" Link pressed through clenched teeth.

"Honestly Link, I don't know if I should keep it to myself or if I have to say it now."

"Say it," Link hissed. He really didn't like this.

Sir Gentilesse straightened himself and looked directly at Link, "Link…I was the one who killed your mother."

It was a reaction, one that Link wasn't even aware of doing. The Master Sword was in his hand within a second and he would have had it drawn as well if it wasn't for Zelda. She wrapped his arms tightly in hers as she prevented him from drawing the sword.

"Link! No!" She shouted. "Achilles! Stop!"

It only took a second of thinking to stop Link in his tracks and when he did Achilles did the same. It was all pure reactions and reflex. His reasoning dispersed as complete rage took over. It happened to fast he was even amazed by it, that the simple words sent him off so quickly. There was no shock, no comprehension…it was an instant trigger for him to go on the offensive. But he stopped and that was the important thing.

"You cannot fight him, Link," Zelda urgently told him. "You know you have to be the example here. You are not the only one experience something like this…you know that."

Link heard every word Zelda spoke and could feel her tight grip on him, but that wasn't what stopped him in his tracks. Sir Gentilesse is what stopped Link from taking another step. Link lost his mentality for a moment, but as soon as he recovered it, he realized the danger he was in. Any normal person would flinch or step back when Link acted as quickly as he did. It was a flash, and he was already on the attack. It would cause anyone to prepare themselves for an attack.

But Sir Gentilesse's stance sent a shiver down Link's spine. He did not flinch, he did not step back, nor did he draw his weapon. By all rights, it looked like he didn't move, but that wasn't true. His left foot was turned outward slightly and his right hand was twisted in a position where he could grab his sword in a flash. It was a sign of a true expert warrior. He was prepared without showing it. That wasn't the only thing that stopped Link's in his tracks though, it was premonition. He could see in Sir Gentilesse's eyes that there was no fear, and that was a first for Link. The pure confidence this Knight radiated was enough to cause Link hesitation, and that was no easy feat.

Link relaxed himself and Zelda released her grip from him. Zelda watched him carefully incase he would charge again. Zelda also didn't miss the curious look Sir Gentilesse was giving the two of them and she knew she just gave away how close she actually was to Link. She could try and spin it, but the Knight would never believe it.

Link took a breath and said words he never thought he would say. "It's okay…she was a warrior, so are you. You met in combat, how am I supposed to be mad about you for something like that."

Sir Gentilesse looked relaxed, but Link could see he wasn't. He was mirroring the misleading demeanor of Pisces…just not to an extreme.

"I don't expect you to forgive me, or too even like me Link, I wanted to tell you before someone else did. There will undoubtedly be people who want this alliance to fail, and I don't want it to break before it even starts. The best chance we have against Ganondorf is to work together. To do that, our dark secrets need to come to light on our own terms."

"I understand," Link readjusted the grip on the Master Sword. "But don't expect me to thank you for coming all this way to tell me."

"I don't Link," Sir Gentilesse responded. "Personally, I expected you to attack me, the amount of restraint your showing is remarkable."

"For the Princess, eh?" Link turned his back on Sir Gentilesse and put the Master Sword back on the ground. Dropping your weapon and turning your back on the enemy was an enormous gesture. Link wasn't saying he trusted Sir Gentilesse not to attack, that wasn't the message. The translation? Fuck you.

Sir Gentilesse chuckled at the slap in the face he just received. Link was saying he wasn't afraid and that was something he rarely ever saw. But he had to press on and he would.

"You aren't the only one who show's restraint against me," Sir Gentilesse stated as he watched Link sit on the grass and the wolf waltz over and stand at his side. "Not talking about the wolf either which, by the way, is terrifying. Did not know Ordonians actually kept wolves as pets, but it is truly a wonderful idea."

"You can probably understand I don't exactly want to see your face right now," Link told him bluntly as he stroked Achille's head. "Say whatever it is your saying."

"Well…I also have to thank you Link. You saved my life, and I don't deserve it after what I did to you."

It sounded like an honest apology, but Link truly didn't understand what he meant. "Explain."

"I knew this training spot because I was here before," He explained. "After the war, we entered your village and occupied it briefly. It was standard procedure; we didn't do anything or change anything. It was simply invoking a presence to make sure there was no resistance, because there was some. A couple dozen villagers went into the woods and would continue to attack our soldiers. They needed to be stopped, so I entered the woods as well and stumbled upon this area. This was the same day Ordon surrendered, the same day your mother and father died. And when I entered this spot…Rusl was sitting right there." Sir Gentilesse pointed to a rock a few yards away from Link.

"When I stepped into the clearing he looked up at me with the strangest eyes I've ever seen. There was this rage and sorrow mixed so tightly it was hard to make out which was truly strongest." The Knight paused for a moment and glanced at the Princess to see her listening just as intently. "Well, it wasn't a surprise that I drew my sword instantly and prepared for him to attack. This was his moment, we were alone, and he was skilled enough to take me down. It would've been an epic battle, one to write down in the history books, a fight after the war representing the sides that both fought desperately, a man fighting for his fallen comrades…but he didn't attack. He looked up at me with those complex eyes, and said some of the truest words I've ever heard. He said, 'Knight…you have killed my best friend and caused my other one to die as well. It is in my right, and my brotherly duty to fight you now. I deserve my vengeance for what you've done, but that was when my life didn't have worth. Now, I have a boy to take care of and I cannot risk my life'."

Link shook his head, "Colin wasn't born until after the war."

"You Link," Sir Gentilesse pointed at the boy, "You were the reason we didn't fight that day, and Link, if I am being more honest than I have ever been in my life…I believe…with all my heart…I would've lost that fight."

Link and Zelda were shocked he just admitted to something like that. It was not something one would ever admit to, it was shameful, and downright shocking that someone of Sir Gentilesse caliber would ever confess to.

"My fight was gone at that point, and Rusl looked as ready as ever, but something was holding him back. That was you Link. I can say with certainty that you really saved my life that day. Rusl lost a lot that day, but he gained you, and that kept him from fighting. And now that I stand here, that truly may be the most important thing that has transpired in my lifetime. If Rusl fought, and I lost. I would not be here now with my knights to help you fight…if Rusl lost…you would not have been raised and trained by him. There was no guarantee you would be this skilled at fighting if not for him. That battle could very well decide the destiny of this upcoming war. We are both who we are today simply because Rusl did not fight… and that is because of you Link. So, I thank you."

There was silence as that story sunk in. Link slowly rose to his feet. "That's an interesting tale you've told."

"That is all I wanted to say," Sir Gentilesse bowed. "I will leave you to your training and will not disturb you again. I am more than aware of the dangers in someone watching you train." He began walking to the forest edge but stopped and turned around. "People are gathering at the pub, I don't know what the name is, but apparently it's simply referred to as The Pub."

"I know the place," Link nodded.

"It would be good for you two to come," Sir Gentilesse looked at the Princess and back at Link. "Comradery and what have you."

"We will be there," Zelda told him.

The Knight lingered on the edge of the forest for a moment with his eyes drifting back and forth between the two teens. He shook his head and disappeared back into the woods.

"That was close," Zelda felt like she could finally breathe easy.

"A knight shouldn't be able to walk through a forest that casually." Link spoke out loud but it was more to himself than Zelda. "People are afraid of the forest, unless they are blissfully unaware and there is no chance Sir Gentilesse doesn't know."

"So he isn't afraid to fight the wildlife?" Zelda inquired.

"No…more like he knows nothing will dare attack him." Link's trademark smirk appeared on his face. "It's frightening and exhilarating at the same time."

Zelda walked over to Link and he turned to her expecting her to speak. "Link…I'm sorry about your mother, it must be hard to hear."

"It is and it isn't," He told her honestly. "It was so long ago I've made my peace with it. Of course, hearing it again didn't bring up old memories and finally knowing who did it as well made me snap. I thought it was some random faceless soldier, but now I have a face to who did it. It's almost like my first instinct was to kill Gentilesse, but I can't. I've killed, he's killed…it's improper to judge."

Zelda nodded her agreement but she didn't want to say anything more. What could she say? Link, he killed your mother but you must like him now? No, that was too hard, Link was smart enough to know what was wise and what wasn't. She didn't need to tell him anything.

"Besides," Link smiled, "He did seem honestly apologetic didn't he? I think the last thing he wanted to do was tell me what he just did…that has to count for something?"

"It does, Link." Zelda's eyes softened.

Achilles made a sound, not quite a bark, but a simple warning to alert someone else was near. It wasn't long before Rusl emerged. He did not look happy as he came closer.

"Did I just see Gentilesse walking through the woods?"

"Yes, he was just here," Zelda answered.

"Why?" Rusl quickly questioned.

"He told me he killed my mother," Link responded honestly.

Rusl's face grew stern. "Was he taunting you?"

"No-" Zelda started but Link grabbed her arm with his hand.

"No, Rusl, he wasn't. He informed me because he wanted me to hear it from him rather than someone else."

"…and you didn't attack him?" Rusl was honestly surprised.

"I thought about it but stopped myself."

"I can't believe he told you," Rusl ran a hand over his mouth. "And…I can't believe you didn't instantly attack him."

"I don't always act on impulse," Link rolled his eyes. "But I'm not going to pretend I'm not mad."

"No Link, truly, I'm amazed, if it was me I would've attacked him instantly hearing about her how she died."

"He killed her, there was no need to go into details, I think he was trying to be respectful."

Rusl paused and stared for a good long time at Link. "…that's all he said?"

Link narrowed his eyes, "Why?" Link sensed Rusl's hesitation so he asked more strongly this time. "Why, Rusl? What else is there?"

Rusl took a breath and straightened his back. "Link, I never told you how she died…it wasn't…it wasn't…" Rusl stopped speaking and stepped away for a moment. Link understood, his mother was one of his best friends, along with his father.

"How did she die Rusl?" Link pressed.

"You know your mother dying is what caused your father to go berserk into an onslaught of soldiers. It's what caused him to lose his composure and eventually fall to the King. It was not an accident that your mother died nor was it a coincidence that your father charged into the thousands of enemies. It was a well thought out plan by Gentilesse."

"Tell me Rusl," Link's voice was gaining heat. "What did he do?"

"Your father Link, you know the stories, you've heard how skilled he was." Rusl was pacing as he was reliving that day so long ago. "He was unstoppable, and everyone knew it. Every Hyrulian, Gerudo, Zora, and Goron. Something had to be done or the war could last far too long. Gentilesse went for the one weak spot you father had…your mother. He met her in combat, broke her leg and shattered her arm. She was defenseless as he picked her up and placed her on his horse. He rode to some high ground on the plain so everyone could see him. He shouted out your father's name, over, and over, and over. Eventually, the scream was returned by your father warning Gentilesse to release your mother. They were hundreds of yards apart, but the fighting stopped, across the entire plain. Everyone was watching what happened."

"Rusl!" Link exclaimed. "Tell me!"

"He scalped your mother alive, Link!" Rusl shouted with extreme rage in his voice but with the most sorrow filled eyes.

"Oh my Goddess," Zelda gasped into her hands.

"He stared directly at your father, and he took his knife…and…and he cut off your mother's scalp. She was alive Link…she was bloody alive. She was screaming so loudly, Link…it gives me nightmares still. But as he did it, he just stared at your father. That's why your father lost his mind, that's why he charged, and that's why the war ended that day. It was all because of Gentilesse's inhuman cruelty."

"…Link?" Zelda reached out to touch his arm.

Link dashed towards the Master Sword in big strides, grabbed it, pivoted, and took off into the forest at full sprint. Achilles was on his feet and quickly chasing after Link.

"Why did you tell him that!" Zelda exclaimed at Rusl.

"It was the truth," Rusl told her seriously, "I've never lied to him—can you say the same?"

Zelda eyed him angrily briefly before she dashed off into the woods. There was no chance in catching him, she knew that. Catching Link in a forest was as easy as catching a wild wolf.

There was no truer statement because Zelda had already lost sight of Link who was far ahead of her. Every step wasn't forward or a big one. It might be a couple quick steps between roots and then dash around a tree. Link ducked low under branches and accelerated with extending his legs coming back up. He spun around trees and dodged branches that jutted out unnaturally. It was always a dance that he had learned since he was a young child, but one that he practiced with everyday. Sprinting through a forest was far more difficult than it sounded. Keeping a slow pace was not challenging, but a full sprint was another matter entirely. It wasn't running, but a graceful dance through the sticks, roots, and brush that hindered his path. But it didn't slow Link down the slightest as he kept a heavy pace moving through the forest. It wasn't just Link. Achilles was on his heels moving just as quickly through the forest.

He emerged into the village and did not slow down. He continued running towards the pub that he knew Sir Gentilesse was drinking at. His speed did not go unmissed by the villagers and confused Knights. Link didn't have time to worry about them.

He reached the tavern he was looking for and slammed the doors open. They banged into the walls causing the music to stop and everyone look to him. He found Sir Gentilesse sitting at a table. He was sitting so his back was against the wall and he had his eyes on the door. It was a trait many warriors shared when they sat in public places. This also meant he saw Link enter immediately.

Link stormed towards Sir Gentilesse and it was obvious Link's intentions weren't honorable. Another knight stepped in front of Link to intercede. He reached his hand out to grab Link's shoulder. Link – without stopping any forward movement – grabbed the man's arm, lifted it, jabbed him quickly in the ribs with the handle of the Master Sword, and then stepped underneath the raised arm to be at the man's back. He kicked the man's back and sent him flying onto his face. Another knight tried to step in but an Odon villager grabbed the knight and held him back. He didn't know what was going on either but he would back up Link automatically.

Link reached the table and with enormous power, kicked the edge of the table which caused it to slide across the ground in an attempt to pin Sir Gentilesse against the wall. It didn't work. Sir Gentilesse jumped to his feet and flipped the heavy table—an equally impressive feat. He stood face-to-face with Link now.

"Stand down men!" Sir Gentilesse exclaimed, "Do not fight an Ordonian in hand-to-hand, you'll always lose."

The Knights didn't seem happy to obey the order but they did as they were told.

"I see you've changed your mind about fighting me," Sir Gentilesse spoke evenly towards Link.

"You didn't tell me the truth," Link hissed.

"Didn't I?"

"Don't play dumb, you scalped my mother alive!" Link screamed pointing a heavy finger at the Knight. "Do you deny it?"

"No," The Knight answered him calmly.

"How could you do such a thing," Link readjusted his grip on his sword. "To fight her in combat is one thing, to torture her like that. You! This honorable knight! You monster of a man, how-"

"Silence!" Sir Gentilesse exclaimed cutting Link off. "Do not speak like you were there and like you know what you're talking about." Sir Gentilesse's voice dropped to a low whisper but it still carried a heavy tone. "I know what you want Link, I do. You want to paint me as a horrible monster, as some evil man that enjoyed what he did. You want to believe that I laughed maniacally as I did that to your mother, that it gave me some pleasure to make her suffer like that?"

Everyone in the tavern was listening intently to what Sir Gentilesse was saying.

"Afterwards, people congratulated me for it. They said I ended the war. Even the late King entered into my tent that night and personally thanked me for my service. He said I saved lives by doing what I did. I ended the war before thousands more had to die. I made one suffer, so many more could live. He told me, the ends justify the means. Everything he said made sense…but it didn't feel like that." Sir Gentilesse squeezed his fist and shut his eyes. "I hated what I did, Link. You have no idea how much I wish I could take that back. The screams from your mother…the look in your father's eyes…I caused that Link…that is on me. I will not deny what I did, and I do not ask your forgiveness for such a horrendous act that I committed. But don't you dare accuse me of enjoying it and wanting to do it. I did it, that is something I cannot take back and it haunts me to this day."

There was completely silence throughout the entire tavern.

"So what," Link snorted, "I'm supposed to say, oh sorry, didn't know you felt bad killing my mother, it's okay now."

"No," Sir Gentilesse shook his head, "I just need you to know. If you want to fight me…then let's step outside. You deserve your chance at vengeance."

"Link." The boy turned to see Zelda standing in the tavern completely out of breath. She shook her head, "Don't."

Link gripped his sword and stared Sir Gentilesse in his eyes. This was his chance, the Knight said so himself. He announced it. He could fight him now, and no one could blame Link. It was an official challenge and Link knew even knights would respect that. These were worlds colliding with Link leading on and Sir Gentilesse leading the other. Link wanted to fight him so badly, he really did. Every time he pictured his mother's face, it used to be smiling down at him. Now…he imagined her screaming as a knife was digging into her head and peeling back her skin.

"Link," Zelda's hand pressed against Link's back. She didn't care if everyone was watching, she needed to stop this. "I know I ask the impossible…but please, do not do it."

Link ignored the pleas of the Princess as he marched closer to Sir Gentilesse and stood only inches away from him. "I accept your challenge. We will fight to the death, no exceptions."

"Link, no!" Zelda cried out grabbing his arm but he shook her off.

"Very well." Sir Gentilesse nodded.

"I will not allow you Sir Gentilesse!" Zelda ordered desperately.

"You cannot stop me, Princess." The Knight told her calmly in reply.

There were murmurs throughout the tavern as people couldn't believe this was actually happening. It was implied that everyone should be on their best behavior but here some of the most important players were about to fight to the death. How could this ever end well?

Link shut his eyes and took a calming breath. "After the war that is."

"What?" Zelda stepped back startled.

The Knight narrowed his eyes but didn't say anything.

"I will end you for what you've done." Link told Sir Gentilesse sternly. "But, that is after we have put Zelda back on her throne. That is…if you can manage to live through the war."

Sir Gentilesse let out breath and smiled unsure. "Likewise."

Link – without another word – turned on his heels and stormed out the tavern. Zelda wordlessly chased after him. Everyone breathed a little easier but it was still tense. Luckily, Vex happened to be in the tavern and knew exactly how to lighten the mood.

He marched over to the knight Link kicked onto the ground. "Dear Din, you got booted didn't ya? Here, let me help ya up and buy you a drink." It was a small sign of peace and it was enough of a start. "When someone grabs your arm like that, you kick their leg, ya know? It makes them lose their leverage. See, everyone tries to fight back for power over their arm, but that's wrong. Just kick their leg, alright?"

It was obvious he was trying to smooth things over but it was the gesture that counted.

Sir Notorux stepped to Sir Gentilesse's side. "Are you okay?"

Sir Gentilesse turned to his friend with curious eyes. "Did you see that?"

"What? The Princess chasing after him?"

"No," Sir Gentilesse shook his head. "That can easily be explained."

"Then what?"

"…his father…Link was so much like his father right there." Sir Gentilesse paused as if he was trying to figure something out. "That was the first time…in ten years…that I felt fear." Sir Gentilesse chuckled solemnly. "That boy has destiny riding on his shoulders. And I think I just made the mistake of getting in his way."

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Hey so we had a brief fight, some more romance between Link and Zelda, and more shouting. What more could you ask for in a chapter...besides way more fighting, way more romance, and way more drama. I know this chapter seemed to revolve a little bit too much about this new OC Sir Gentilesse but it was more about Link and Rusl's past if you think about it. You think Link acted properly by not fighting Gentilesse or should he have gotten his vengeance? Let me know what you think. As you all know by now, any reviews are greatly appreciated.