They arrived at their home, White Tower, before night fell.

White Tower was a castle fortress nestled deep in the hills of Death Valley. The whole of it made of pristine white stone mined from the top of Death Mountain and it was the glistening image of the finished building that gave it its name however small folk had birthed stories about some haunt being cleansed from its halls by a host of magick priests which resulted in the once grey stone turning the color of snow.

That story was almost completely false.

It had been the home of the Hudsons for many generations and had gathered many secrets about it over the centuries... one that even explained the miles of lush forest that spread down to Oakhale in Kakariko Village which Myra, another child of Raven, oversaw with her husband, Henrick Waterworth.

Lincoln felt his whole back protest as he pulled himself up from the feather mattress that he was never more grateful for. The draught that he had been given left him groggy but after a while his head was clear enough for him to dare move his feet over the edge of the bed. His blue eyes rolled over the room and found the silohette of a form which he knew to be his older brother, Rowan. Link scrunched his nose in thought for the memory of his sibling's arrival was dim.

The boy heard the light sounds of snoring and wondered for a moment how long the thirty-six year old had been in that chair when it became apparent that it was not just the two of them in the room.

"Uncle?" A voice mumured, drowsily, from at the foot of the bed.

"Darion." Link smiled, softly, at the mussy haired youth and winced as his feet brushed the cool stone floor. "How long have I been asleep?"

Darion was Link's second oldest nephew at eighteen years and Jason's only child. The young man had brown locks that curled, slightly, around a face that had a child-like quality to it though it was appealing enough and dark green eyes that were almost black. "You have been asleep for nearly eight days, little Uncle." A smile on thin lips. "It is good to see that you are awake though."

Link frowned. "I-I don't remember falling asleep... only the draught. Is that common?"

Darion had only been granted Master Healer status, recently, but he had some experience in brewing potions though there were famous stories of various explosions he had caused. The eighteen year old appeared comically offended and laughed. "I may have been ordered to make it a mite too strong!"

"Was it my Mother?" Link withdrew the light weight he had tried to put on his feet and took a deep breath. His whole body still hurt from the Wolfos attack though he had undergone a Fae Healing Rite and Darion's Coma Draught.

Darion chuckled. "No. Evangaline was furious that Grandfather allowed it... I'll give you two more guesses, little Uncle, and if you do not get it then you will have to go back to sleep."

"I don't need anymore rest." Link frowned and was greeted with a snort from the just awakened Rowan.

Rowan had a gruff voice that did not match his angelic features of dark red hair and emerald eyes but the Knight of the Realm's tone very rarely turned dangerous. The Knight spoke with humor in his voice and a smirk on his face. "Little Brother, courageous you may be but invincible you are not."

"Haven't you heard, Uncle? Our dear Lincoln is an Immortal!" Darion grinned though the expression wanned when fixed with a glare from the eight year old. "I, "He cleared his throat. "was kidding."

Rowan stood and walked forward with a yawn then mussed up Link's hair, playfully. "I'm going to tell everyone you are awake, Little Link." Those emerald eyes gave Darion a hard look. "See that this one does not get out of bed, youngling."

Darion gulped and nodded. "Of course."

Rowan left with a smile then shut the door where his voice was heard shouting. "OUR LITTLE LORD AWAKES! CAN I NOW GET SOMETHING TO EAT BESIDES COLD MEAT AND BREAD?!"

Darion and Lincoln grinned at one another as the sound of rushing feet clattered out in the hall. "Brace yourself, Uncle. Your little incident has caused a family reunion."

Lady Evangaline, third wife of Raven and Lincoln's mother, burst into the room with tears spewing from her light blue eyes. She was thirty-three and a vision to behold with gleaming blonde hair and a captivating face with features given only to those of high birth. A smile graced her red painted lips as her slender arms wrapped about her son's neck.

"Mother..." Link squeezed her closer, reveled in the sudden comfort she brought him, and breathed in the smell of roses. "You've been out gardening, haven't you?"

"She wouldn't leave your side, Baby Brother, so I made her work that idle and worrying mind." Myra was the firstborn daughter at thirty-eight and had also cultivated the red hair and green eyes of her mother, Joanna Pembrose, though her orbs were closer to a jade color than emerald. Myra did not have delicate features but sharp carved ones though she still had a beauty about her.

"And you should have left her alone, dearest." Henrick Waterworth, Myra's husband, was a weak looking man with jet black hair and grey eyes but it was not his strength that Myra loved. It was his wit.

"Shut up, Henry." The man scowled and shuffled into the room, whispering obscenities under his breath, next to her as he gave a polite nod at his young brother-in-law.

Vicktor, Myra and Henrick's youngest son, burst in with a flushed face and brushed his fingers through his black hair. He looked like a masculine version of his mother though with his father's colorings. "Welcome back, Uncle!"

Darion smirked at his cousin who was eighteen like he and laughed. "Did a certain little lady help you with your idle hands, cousin?"

"OY! You shut your mo-"

Myra's firstborn, Bryan, walked through the door with his fiance, Freya, in tow. "I'll knock you both upside the head if you don't quit." Freya giggled but seemed content to hid behind her lover for she was a quiet girl though her wrath was furious when tested.

"I'd love to see you try!" Vicktor spout back at his brother who was six years old than he.

"Yeah!" Darion added, standing and putting an arm around his best friend and cousin.

"Out, out with all of you!" Myra shouted, shooing away her own two along with her nephew. The door shut and the room fell silent until a knock sounded. "Darion, if you start complai-"

"Its Thomas!" A long pause in which Lincoln's sister seemed to be ignoring their brother. "I brought drinks."

Myra opened the door with a grin which all in the room were mirroring but her smile quickly faded to disappointment when Thomas dived through the door without the promised beverages. "Damn you."

Thomas laughed a heaty laugh, brushing himself off, and walked, excitedly, over to where Lincoln laid. "Come now, Little Link, what's all this laying about? You're better now, yes? So why aren't we out hunting?" Thomas looked very different from Jason, Myra, Rowan, Anju who was Rowan's twin sister, and Lincoln. The newly knighted twenty-eight year old was comely and charming with straight, brown hair and brown eyes set on pale skin.

"It'll be sometime before our boy will be strong enough for all of that." Evangaline said with a frown tugging at her lips. "He has just awakened, you know."

"I know." Thomas sighed. "Ah, well, another day then." The Knight hitched a thumb back toward the door. "Rowan is forcing the cooks to, well, cook... Dinner should be ready in about an hour."

"Where are you going?" Link murmured, rotating each of his feet with a wince for it made his whole body hurt. He was coming to the realization his whole body must still be bruised.

Thomas dropped a small leather bag on the boy's lap and chuckled. "I must go back to Castle Town, Little Link. You must get better and be ready to hunt with me next time I visit." He patted Lincoln on the head, clapsed hands with Henrick, and departed with kisses from Evangaline and Myra. "Much love to you all."

Link was frowning when a voice cut into the sudden silence."What is in the bag?" Henrick asked, pulling a chair up for himself and his wife.

"Deku Nuts."

"Do you know what they are used for?"

"Stunning enemies."

Henrick smiled. "Good. Now, next time you get into a fight, Little Lincoln, you can defend yourself better."

"If it was up to me, Henrick, my son would never fight again." The familiar voice of Raven Hudson drifted in like a warm breeze during winter with a smile on his aging face. "Are you still very hurt, child?" The eldest son, Jason, stood behind him but had a face of contemplation about his features that meant he had only come because he had followed Raven out of habit.

"Sore but happy to be alive." Lincoln beamed, winking at Myra who played at poking the statuesque Jason, but a sudden thought struck him and his happy face faltered. "Father?"

"Yes?"

"Where is Navi?"

Raven chuckled. "She is being tended to by Anju and Janette." A pause. "She seems to have discovered a taste for sweets and has given herself a very bad stomach ache."

"But...she's...okay, right? Her arms has healed?"

"Completely." Raven smirked after a short pause. "You still want to see her?"

After a short but fervent protest from Evangeline, Link was allowed out of bed though only after Henrick offered to carry the boy... though Link seemed throughly annoyed by it. Henrick lifted the child up, bridal style, and chuckled when Link crossed his arms with a frown. "Tantruming will get you no where faster or more healed, Little Lincoln. Be happy that Evie has allowed you to leave at all."

The eight year old nodded with a short blush of red shame blooming on his cheeks. The journey was short to the boy's relief and soon he was swept through a cozy room used often as a nursery though it had recently become a sitting room. Janette, Jason's wife, sat sewing a small blanket with a complacent expression on her pleasant face. Janette was of a thicker body type than many of the women housed in White Tower but it fit her well. She had wavy, dirty blonde hair, and murky hazel eyes with high arching eyebrows.

"It is good to see you, Brother, but is it wise for you to be out of bed?" Anju was Rowan's twin sister and would be identical but the last five years had been fraught with several miscarriages which left her frail looking. Her emerald eyes ran, quickly, over Lincoln's body in search of ailments or bruises but when none was found she allowed herself a sad, soft smile.

Link took her outstretched hand as Henrick placed him on a plush couch. "I'm almost healed, Sister." A pause. "Is Kafei here? I haven't heard about him?"

For a moment the boy panicked because of the frantic face that appeared on Janette's but Anju answered with a calm: "We are in disagreement as of right now, Brother... I care not to dwell on it." She took a breath and looked very tired. "White Tower is a place of healing for me, you know... and I sorely need the rest."

"Eat first, dear." Janette spoke with a tone that dared protest. "The cooks shall be ringing the bell any mome-"

DONG DONG

Henrick frowned at the noise. "Rowan had them cook something up... No doubt it will consist of only meat and pies."

Lincoln grinned. "And you have qualms with this because...?"

"A boy cannot live off just meat and sweets, Brother." Anju scolded, gently, with a pat to his hand. "I am sure Evangeline would agree."

Janette nodded, fiercely, in agreement. "Darion ate nothing but carrots and brocoli as a boy and he has become one of the great-"

"Yes, yes, we know, Jane. Darion is a great healer. Lincoln can atest to that." Henrick rolled his eyes. "And my sons are skilled as well. Let's not bore them with a parent's ramblings."

The woman scowled at him, stood up, and huffed out the room. "I'll see you at the Dining Table."

Anju giggled, softly. "Janette is just proud, Henrick."

Link cleared his throat. "Anju... where's Navi?"

"Oh!" Her eyes grew wide and she blushed. "She is asleep." A finger pointed toward a small lump covered by a hand sewn blanket on a pillow. "She stayed with you for a long time but Janette and I made her eat something... she ate a few too many sweets."

"We heard... but she's okay, right?"

Anju nodded and squeezed his hand. "Perfectly fine... just exhausted with a small ache. Come now, Little Brother, let us take you to get something to eat."