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Chapter 3: Hyrule Castle

We had traveled there quickly and secretly by Impa's horse and past the guards.

"We wish to see the queen." Impa spoke sternly.

The other guards ahead eyed us suspiciously but nodded opening the gates and allowing us through.

The place was HUGE compared to the mini-looking castle you'd see on your television. There were servants everywhere and guards positioned at every door. The throne was decorated with jewels and gold, but had no queen sitting upon it.

Resting above the small throne rested a huge, gigantic and bright triforce symbol.

Instantly, my hand wrapped around the smaller one on my neck and m eyes went to Sebastian, who was in awe at the beauty of it all.

"So what do we do now?" I whispered to Impa.

"We have to wait for the queen to see us," Impa replied in a smaller whisper than mine.

"And how long is that?" Sebastian asked.

"Well, if you're lucky you can get an assembly in two to three hundred years," Impa told us in a serious way.

I looked at her, my expression wild. "We can't wait that long! We need to speak with her NO-" I was cut off by a large stone door moving.

The queen Zelda moved from the inside and waltz toward her throne, followed by a servant man, scrawny but handsome.

"I already told you, Philippe. I don't need any changes in my room. Now quit asking!" the queen scolded.

I gulped. What if she wasn't as nice as we all thought? I was scared out of my mind. A sarcastic queen was the last thing I needed.

Seriously.

The man Philippe closed his mouth, glanced at us, and turned away.

Philippe was taller than Sebastian by an inch; he had dirty blonde hair and the brightest blue eyes ever.

What frightened me and struck to me as very odd, was that when he smiled at me, his teeth were clean and straight.

Unfortunately my attention was diverted as the queen sat upon her throne, and noticed us for the first time.

"Impa?" she asked blankly.

"My queen, you are growing impatient these days. Care to tell me what's on your mind?" requested Impa.

Queen Zelda looked over to us. "Who are these strangers? I have not seen them before," she had asked.

"This is what I wish to discuss. It involves a…. certain figure," Impa hesitated.

Zelda's eyebrows rose and she nodded.

"To the study," she announced.

Impa nodded and said to us, "Do not speak. Follow me."

I nodded and took Sebastian's hand. I felt him hold it tight, as if afraid of losing me so soon. We walked down turning halls and through massive rooms. Finally, we had reached the study. The queen locked the door behind us and made her way to a large desk piled with papers.

"More contracts, my dear princess?" questioned Impa.

"Its queen, now," Zelda corrected. Her voice was pure in agitation.

"To me, you will always be my little princess," Impa stated.

Zelda laughed, "I wish other people would be like that…."

Impa cocked her head in puzzlement. "What is your meaning, love?" she questioned.

Zelda sighed and held her head in her hands upon the desk. "Do you know what I've been doing the past month after Gannondorf was defeated?" Zelda mumbled through her hands.

Impa's eyebrow rose. "Is that a trick question?"

I giggled and saw Zelda crack a smile under the veil of her hands. Seb squeezed my hand in approval and Impa smirked.

Zelda finally looked up, and as she passed a hand over her face, we saw deep, darkened bags under her eyes. Her eyes weren't bloodshot, but they were close.

Impa frowned. "You've been searching for him, by yourself?"

Zelda nodded. "There isn't any other way. Philippe bugs me 24/7, I use my disguise to get around nowadays and I always come home the same. Exhausted, upset, and having no answers to any of my questions!" she shouted in frustration.

I squeezed Seb's hand and let go, stepping forward, and bracing myself for any insult that might have come in my way.

"Might I say something, your highness?" I asked politely.

The queen smiled and nodded to me, her eyes full of understanding.

I nodded and thanked her silently. "I have no idea what you've been going through these past few days, but whatever has happened… I want to help. You look… well, pardon me, but you look like the biggest wreck I've ever seen since Britney Spears shaved her head." I complimented.

Zelda cracked a grin, but she didn't fully understand me. Oh, right, they didn't know who poor Britney Spears was... Oops....

However, the queen answered back, "I've considered taking a break for awhile, but I just feel that I have to carry on. There is nothing I can do to stop this obsession," Zelda commented.

"What if..." I hesitated, "We searched for the Hero for you? That way you could relax, sleep in, get this crap off your desk, and have a large cup of coffee and –well- be the queen everyone wants you to be."

Zelda took a sharp intake of air and turned a dagger look to Impa. "That's why you came here? To take over this job? I know once you make me stop, you won't look! You'll just give up on him!" After this, the queen began to cry.

Impa came over to her and held the sobbing queen like a child.

"You'll just give…" the queen repeated, but not finishing her sentence.

I stood frozen in my spot. I couldn't handle this if people were going to put up fits like this. If anything, I liked getting things done and over with…

"We won't give up on him. We're only here to help. I'm taking them with me to help and I'll show them where everything is and how to get through certain obstacles," Impa explained.

"Then I'm coming with you," Zelda told her stubbornly, pushing away from Impa.

"No! You can hardly stand up straight! Let alone hold your patience and temper together! I won't allow you to-"

"I'm the queen! I can do whatever you want!" the girl shrieked, throwing her arms up at her.

"ZELDA!!!! I AM PRACTICALLY YOUR MOTHER!! AND YOU DARE TO QUESTION ME LET ALONE ARGUE WITH ME?!?!" roared Impa.

Zelda did not seem to be phased at this and turned to Impa.

"Yes, I dare. Impa, you do not understand what the hell I'm going through. Link is my friend! Yes! Can you believe it? I have a friend!" Zelda told Impa in deep sarcasm, "Sure he might be of a different gender, but a friend is a friend, and if I am truly a good friend, I will search for him until my dying day! That's what friends do!"

Impa shook her head. "It's not about your quality of friendship. It's by the fact that you're threatening your health for him! Link wouldn't like it one bit! He wants you to be safe and happy," Impa told the stubborn queen.

Zelda scoffed, "Well, he's sacrificed his health for me before!! Hello?! Have you forgotten that he's spent half of his life fighting monsters that no solider here can handle?! If he wants me to be happy, he can get his butt over here and stay here!"

"Get over it Zelda. He needs personal space! I'm sure he has enough on his mind other than a stubborn and selfish queen nagging him every two seconds."

My mouth opened. Damn, this woman was asking to get murdered again.

Zelda gawked and turned away. "You may be right, but I need to know if he'll be okay. He's the only friend I've got. Losing him is like losing another member of my family. My mom died when I was two and my father died after Gannon had returned," Zelda stated.

Impa remained silent and the silence made this awkward.

I stepped back quietly to Sebastian's side and I looked up to him. He looked like he had no idea what to do. He took my hand and led me to the door and opened it.

On the other side, to our surprise, was Philippe. Before he could escape though, Sebastian snatched the servant and threw him onto the floor which ended the argument between Zelda and Impa.

"PHILIPPE!!" shrieked Zelda.

"Your highness! I can explain!" Philippe stuttered in shock.

"You were spying on us! You know that has a death penalty!" Zelda shrieked, grief shrouding her sapphire colored eyes.

"No! Wait! I-," Philippe looked at me and stuttered that word more than once, then continued; "I know where the Hero is!"

The silence once more overtook the room.

I knelt down beside the fallen boy and smiled at him gently. "Where? Can you help lead us to him?"

He looked away from me, growing nervous. "H-he didn't w-wish to be followed. He wanted t-to be l-left…"

"It is prudent that you tell us where he is, please. Like the Queen Zelda, I don't like watching people hang," Impa stated from across the room.

Philippe's eyes went wide and he looked up at me. "You won't let them… Will you?"

I hesitated. "I would love to say yes… But I'm afraid I can't. I'm sorry."

Philippe's eyes fell. "Then I'm doomed."

"No!" Sebastian gasped, "If you tell us then you can be free! You don't have to-"

"Either way, I'm dead, so it does not matter," Philippe stated.

"Dammit Philippe," I cursed under my breath.

Zelda slapped a hand to her forehead and sighed. "Get out, Philippe. And don't poke through anything you shouldn't be poking through. It'll do you at least some good."

Philippe nodded, looked to me and winked.

My face went to confusion. What the hell….?

"And back to what we were discussing," Zelda commented as Philippe left the room.

Impa sighed in irritation. "Fine! Go with them, I'm not stopping you!"

"Whoa wait- 'them'? I thought you were coming with us!" argued Sebastian.

Impa stood stoutly and smirked. "Well, if Zelda's going, then there's no need for me. Farewell," Impa stated.

Everyone, besides Impa of course, began to gasp and before anyone could stop her, she stood back and disappeared within a cloud of smoke.

My neck felt…. Suddenly…. Weightless.

I looked down and saw my collarbones. But I saw no necklace. My fingernails clawed at my throat, leaving bright red lines streaked across the collar bones.

I cried out in panic. "WHERE THE HELL IS THE NECKLACE!?!?"

My shriek carried on against the walls and Zelda's eyes widened.

"Impa must have taken it, Freesia," Sebastian told me, his face grieved and angry.

I looked at him, my face wild. "Seb," I gasped, "We can't go home without it!"

Slowly but surely, the realization crossed his face. There was such pain… It was inexpressible. He swore loudly and kicked a nearby sofa, swearing even more.

We were stuck… Really stuck.

A/N: If I could get a better idea, I would SO write it down. And for the next several chapters I might not mention the servent, but it would be nice if you did remember him, since he's kind of still important....

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