A.N. After a long wait here's another chapter sorry for the wait, but as always thanks to all who reviewed/favorite/followed this fic. It makes me and my editor's day which by the way shoutout to my friend that edits these chapters. Trust me no one would want to see them unedited my grammar is awful and I've come to terms with it. Anyway enjoy the chapter and again as always reviews are loved^^

Chapter 5

"Your aim is off by sixty-eight percent, you need to lower your bow. You're aiming too high." Zelda withheld the groan at Fi's statement.

Off in the distance, thunder rumbled in the sky as if agreeing with Zelda's mood. Last night the two had set up camp within the Temple of Time without issue. Unfortunately, a rain storm had blown in during the night. It would be far too dangerous to climb the cliff while it was slick from the rain, so Zelda relented that they would have to stay put until the rain let up. This is what lead to Zelda practicing with her new bow, trying her best to hit the pots lined up on the other side of the temple. She huffed, drawing her bow again, aiming down at the faded orange pot sitting by the entrance.

Fi was watching in her physical form, the sword spirit sitting up on the windowsill of one of the remaining intact windows. While the sword spirit's advice was helpful, it was rather disheartening that a being without arms knew more about firing a bow than Zelda.

Letting the arrow loose, the projectile flew through the air, a slight ping resonating as it hit the stone wall behind the pot. Zelda let out a disgruntled sigh at another miss.

"Closer that time, if it were an enemy you would have grazed them." Fi noted. How she could tell this Zelda couldn't know. She just assumed that Fi, being a sword spirit, must have more knowledge on combat than most.

"I don't think a graze would be very helpful against a monster..." Zelda said, frowning as she went to retrieve her arrow. She only had a few so she couldn't afford to waste them.

"Not necessarily," Fi jumped down from her perch landing gracefully next to Zelda. She gestured for Zelda to follow her back to the spot where the former royal was shooting from.

"Not every hit must be a killing shot, sometimes it is preferable to set your opponent off balance. A quick shot that hits and sends someone reeling is preferable for a kill. That doesn't happen because one took too long to aim." There was logic in what Fi was saying and Zelda never really thought about it like that. Perhaps she had become so used to seeing Revali nailing moblins' heads from a mile away that she didn't stop to think that there was any other way to fire a bow.

"Try again, this time: don't overthink your accuracy. Just aim, and fire." Zelda nodded, drawing her bow again. This time, she only briefly lined up her sight before letting the arrow go.

A loud scraping noise echoed before the "ting!" of the arrow sounded as it hit the wall. The pot wobbled where it sat, almost falling over, and Zelda hurried over to see. She definitely didn't get a direct hit, but there was a large scratch marking the pot where the arrow had grazed it. Grinning triumphantly, Zelda picked up her arrow, her confidence renewed.

Fi returned to her perch, the spirit hopping up with ease. As she returned to her spot sitting upon the windowsill, the spirit's gaze went outside, watching the rain hit the window, and the grass and trees outside buffet in the wind. It was strange to see the sword spirit in an almost relaxed state.

Zelda took her position again, taking another shot at the pot. Again, a loud scraping sound echoed in the decayed temple and Zelda smiled, watching the pot wobble where it sat. She continued this for a while, losing track of time. The storm was hiding the sun, which made it difficult to tell what time it was.

It wasn't until Zelda's stomach growled, causing the former royal to wince. She had skipped dinner last night and had ate the last of her packed food this morning. Even then, she hadn't had much left. The bag she had could only carry so much, and Zelda could only do so much work for the stable before they had to move on.

Snuffing out the fire she had burning in the corner of the temple, Zelda started getting her things together. Despite the storm, she would have to find something to eat. Without food, even if the rain stopped, she wouldn't have the energy to make the climb off the plateau.

Zelda hefted the Master Sword onto her back, looking up to the spirit that was still hanging up on the window.

"Come on Fi, I have to find something to eat. I'd rather not survive Ganon only to die of starvation." The sword spirit jumped from her perch, landing in front of Zelda, close to her face before backing off:

"I would recommend caution. It would also be unfortunate if you became ill from spending too much time in the rain." Zelda snorted, by the spirit's tone she was serious, but it sounded like an attempt to joke at Zelda's previous words.

"Don't worry Fi, with luck maybe we'll find some fruit or herbs that I could cook into something." After spending so much time with Link, Zelda had learned a thing or two about cooking. She swore Link could make something edible out of a lizard and a leaf, and luckily he passed off some of his recipes to Zelda.

With luck this would be a quick trip out to gather some food. Then she could hurry back to shelter inside the temple until the rain let up. Without another word, Fi's body dispersed and the spirit had returned to the sword.

Heading outside, Zelda flinched at the cold rain hitting her face. She had no hood but at the very least her hair was mostly tied up. Only her bangs started to droop in front of her face as soon as the water began to soak them.

Wasting no time, Zelda scanned the area, seeing some trees that could hold some fruit and pine trees with nuts that could be roasted. In theory, Zelda could try her hand at hunting, but she didn't have that much confidence in her archery yet to hit something alive and moving. Besides, she had no supplies to skin or prepare an animal. She could try a bird, but a bird would be even harder to hit than a land animal. Fish were out too, because the rain made it far too hard to see the water.

As Zelda entered a small little grove of trees, she checked the branches for anything edible, luckily spotting acorns hanging from a tree branch. Wasting no time, Zelda gathered as many as she could find stuffing them into her bag. Not far away, an apple tree stood, its bright red fruit sticking out even through the rain.

Managing to find four apples, Zelda stored them in her bag as well, shaking her head as water dripped down her face. The rain was coming down heavy, and even with her thick doublet Zelda felt a small shiver pass through her body.

She continued searching for food however. Some apples and acorns were good, but Zelda wanted to make sure she wasn't missing anything that could prove a meal. Her search was rewarded upon finding a hylian shroom growing at the base of a large tree. Ripping the mushroom from the ground, Zelda stuffed it in her bag.

Thoroughly shivering now, Zelda relented to head back. It was getting later and the temperature was dropping. While the Great Plateau was fairly temperate, it wouldn't do any good to let herself get cold while soaking wet from the rain.

Getting back to the temple, Zelda was happy to see no monsters settled in while they were away.

Wasting no time, Zelda dropped the Master Sword and her bag in the small corner of the temple that she had set up their little camp. Luckily there was still a fair amount of wood gathered from the other day, else she wouldn't have enough kindling for a fire.

Pulling her wet gloves off, and then the dirty, blue outershirt of her doublet, Zelda got to work starting a fire. It was harder with her still slightly damp hands, along with the water that was dripping off her, puddling in the ground below. But when she finally got some sparks to hit the wood and catch fire, the hylian let out a sigh of relief.

Taking off her boots, she set them, her gloves, and the outershirt near the fire to dry. Then, she got to work seeing to the food she managed to find. She didn't have a cooking pot or anything to cook them in, but looking over to the pot she had been shooting at, Zelda grinned, having an idea.

Breaking the pot, she took one of the large pieces, and settled it over the fire like a makeshift frying pan, placing the various acorns she gathered into it. She left them to roast, digging into one of the apples she found while she waited.

"You were quite successful." Fi's appearance in the physical world didn't even phase Zelda this time. She merely looked up to the sword spirit, who was standing next to her.

"Thank you, I would offer you some.. but.. I'm going to assume you don't eat." The sword spirit shook her head.

"I do not require physical energy gained from consuming organic material. I have no physical body, thus I have no need of energy for it." Fi explained, though she was watching the acorns roast almost curiously.

"If you have no physical body, how are you standing right next to me?" Zelda questioned, leaning back against the wall, ildy biting into her apple.

"This body is a projection of my soul from within the sword. I expend energy when I interact with the world around me, or it interacts with me. But, if I extend too much, I must rest within the sword." Curiously, Zelda reached over to her things, pulling the sword from its makeshift sheathe.

"So everything you are is inside the sword?" Zelda asked, examining the sword. She never really had a chance to look at the blade before. It was not meant to leave the hands of the hero. But yet here it was: in Zelda's lap.

"Correct."

"So were you made before or after the sword? Or… did the goddess create you and the sword as one?" Already Zelda's mind was trying to figure out how the sword spirit came to be. It reminded her of trying to understand the Sheikah ancient technology. If she could understand how something was created then it just clicked in her mind. She thought that was why she couldn't use her sealing power - because it wasn't like a machine she could tinker with until she understood it. Magic just was. It did things no one could understand how or why. It just did. That never made sense to Zelda.

"I…" Fi paused, seeming to think it over, "...am uncertain of the details of my creation. After I was created I was given my duty and I have served it thus far."

Zelda huffed, giving the sword one last glance before putting it away. Of course, even a magical sword spirit couldn't give her answers! It was like the goddesses above wanted to be sure that Zelda was forever in the dark when it came to magic.

"You seem uncertain about a lot of things regarding Hylia." Zelda pointed out, though she didn't want to come off as accusatory. But, one would think a spirit supposedly created by the goddess Hylia would know a thing or two about her. It seemed her words struck a nerve though, and Zelda frowned, noticing the spirit tense and go silent.

"I have my duty to serve, that is all I need."

Zelda's brow furrowed, not liking the monotone that had overtaken Fi's voice. It was too robotic, too emotionless. Zelda didn't like it.

She wouldn't get the chance to correct her mistake though as the sword spirit disappeared from sight. In a flash of light the spirit was gone leaving Zelda sitting there alone. The Master Sword sat next to her silently.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to…" there was no response, and Zelda's shoulders sagged. Inwardly cursing herself, she sighed. Seeing as she had no way of coaxing the spirit into talking again, Zelda focused on roasting her food. The rain didn't seem like it was letting up anytime soon so it looked like they'd be stuck on the plateau for another day. Zelda just hoped Fi wouldn't hide away until then. It was pretty lonely on the plateau, and the large, empty temple did nothing but remind Zelda of everything that had fallen to ruin because of the Calamity.

Frowning, Zelda watched the flames of the fire, already missing Fi's company.

Burning, her skin was on fire. Everything was ablaze with agony. She couldn't escape it, the pain was everywhere. Her very skin felt like it was being slowly melted off and a blinding pain was tearing her chest in two. A soothing voice talked through the agony, but she couldn't hear the words or comprehend them.

Fi jolted, jumping out from the sword faster than the blink of an eye. If she could, she would be gasping for breath. Instead, her entire body shuddered. Looking around wildly, she took in her surroundings. She was still within the Temple of Time. Thunder rumbled in the distance and rain tapped against the remaining windows.

Turning, Fi spotted Zelda curled up by what remained of her fire. It was dark. The only light coming from the few stars that peaked through the storm clouds. It must have been late as Zelda's fire had long since gone out as the former royal slept.

Mentally taking a breath, Fi tried to calm herself from whatever she just experienced. Was it a memory? She shouldn't have any memories prior to being created, she should only have data given by the goddess. She shouldn't be having these flashbacks of voices and pain. That was the only explanation that explained them though, as Fi refused to believe that she was going insane and simply hearing things.

It all happened as soon as Zelda mentioned Her Grace though. For some reason, Fi's chest constricted in pain at the mention of her. Something gnawed at her, a piece of data she couldn't recall, but it felt important.

Looking to Zelda, the former royal was fast asleep. Understandable. Fi predicted she would be tired after all the work she had been putting in the past few days, as well as the emotional upheaval of current events. The appearance of the ghost of the old king of Hyrule only seemed to make the stress on her greater.

Seeing as the former royal was alright, Fi let her mind wander back to calming herself down. Fi could recall vague memories of the Temple of Time, as it was her resting place for some time. The goddess statue at its center was new though, and Fi approached it.

Once she was in front of the statue she knelt down to one knee. She wasn't sure why, but the motion felt familiar as if she had done it before. She couldn't have though. She never bowed to her first master. She never even really made herself present in the world, only aiding him with advice and as a sword. She never used her physical form to fight in his stead.

Lowering her head, Fi felt the motion was so familiar, and the sword spirit jolted her mind, going somewhere else.

"I promise to serve The Goddess with all my power. To protect this sacred realm, and all who live within it. This I swear, upon my life and soul." There was a murmur of acceptance from the unremembered faceless people standing around her. Standing in front though, was a woman in a white gown with golden hair that seemed to glow. Her expression - serene - watching Fi kneel before her.

"Rise then, our time grows short. Demise grows in power. You know all too well the consequences of such. If we are to protect my people, we must act quickly…"

The rest of the woman's…of Hylia's... sentence was lost as Fi came back to reality. The spirit jolted upright to her feet, staring at the statue. While a beautiful piece of stone, it was not accurate to the goddess Fi just saw. An abstract piece, as no one in this world ever saw the goddess in her true glory.

A pain throbbed in Fi's chest, and she shuddered. Those words she had spoken then, it shouldn't be possible. Why would she promise the goddess to serve her? She was already created to serve. That would mean the goddess hadn't created a spirit from nothing... that Fi was… No, Fi couldn't… shouldn't... be thinking these thoughts. She had to fulfil her duty to the goddess… her duty that was completed eons ago. After all, Zelda had said she didn't want Fi's help unless Fi wanted to give it.

Picking herself up, Fi gazed at the statue, water running down its face from the rain. The statue almost seemed like it was crying.

"I do not understand Your Grace. Did you create me? Is there purpose outside my duty to destroy evil?" The statue had no answers, the only sound was the rain hitting the collapsing roof of the temple. Fi hung her head, she didn't want to remember these memories. They weren't her's, and yet, there was a small part of Fi's mind that wanted to remember. Wanted to remember the person that had knelt before Hylia and swore to serve her. It was all too confusing for Fi to process.

A small whimpering drew Fi from her inner turmoil. Turning around, Zelda was twitching in her sleep, mumbling incoherently. Walking over, Fi looked over the former royal in the midst of her nightmare. She was sweating and shivering, twitching, as if getting ready to jump up and run away.

If she could, Fi would probably frown at the sight. Sitting down next to the royal, Fi silently wished for arms, or at least one, so she could reach out to try and calm the royal. Instead, she sat down close enough to not be touching but close enough that even asleep the hylian would feel her presence.

"It is merely a dream, Princess. You are fine." Though Fi doubted Zelda understood her in her sleeping state. Hearing the calming words seemed to relax the sleeping hylian, though. Zelda began to settle down, mumbling words Fi couldn't hear.

Fi remained there for the remaining night, speaking when the hylian began to fuss in her sleep. After all, it wouldn't be productive if the royal was exhausted from lack of sleep. Fi already predicted she would still be fairly hungry. She had eaten far too little and Fi hoped her archery would improve soon. Then Zelda could hunt, and obtain a proper meal.

Pushing the storm of thoughts away, Fi focused instead on the task at hand. After all, in the end it wouldn't matter. Once Ganon was defeated she would go back to sleep only to wake again when the world was in critical danger. It made Fi wonder if she had ever seen the world at peace. What she was before didn't matter. For as long as the Master Sword was needed to push Ganon back, she was a weapon now.

A clap of thunder woke Zelda with a startled yelp. Sitting up, Zelda looked around wildly, confirming where she was, only to jump upon spotting the sword spirit sitting next to her.

"Fi?" Looking outside, the rain was still coming down. Sunlight was creeping through the clouds however, signaling it was morning. The sword spirit immediately got up and away from Zelda, putting space between them.

"I'm sorry if I insulted you last night. I wasn't thinking and…" Zelda started, afraid the spirit would retreat back into the sword and leave her alone again.

"Princess, your apology is unwarranted as you are correct in your assessment that I do not have much data regarding Hylia. I have little data regarding anything other than my original mission…" Zelda could be imagining things, but Fi almost sounded sad about that.

Zelda forced a cheerful smile, "That's fine, I should just be happy you're helping me as you are. I would not have been able to even get this far without you." She could just barely handle a bow right now and the hylian shuddered to think how the journey to the Great Plateau would have gone without Fi to fend off the monsters prowling Hyrule. It made Zelda wonder how the rest of her people were faring. Clearly, the remaining hylians were scattered and disorganized, they were surviving though. Zelda supposed that is what counted. "I shouldn't badger you about Hylia. It's not like it will help us here anyway." Zelda scratched the back of her head. Fi glanced at Zelda, her expressionless face not giving anything away (as usual).

"You may still inquire about Hylia. If I recall anything about her that may be of use to you, I shall tell you." There was no negative inflection in Fi's voice that Zelda could pick up on. She was simply stating a fact. Zelda nodded, standing up and stretching her body. She was not yet used to sleeping on the hard stone floor.

"Thanks Fi, did anything happen while I was sleeping last night?" The sword spirit shook her head, watching as Zelda went about putting their things away and grabbing an apple left over from yesterday to munch on.

"Nothing of note Princess. The rain has continued, so we may have to postpone leaving for another day." Zelda groaned at that, finally taking a good look outside at the rain that was steadily falling. She couldn't be sure of the time of year, but it must be around Spring with all the rain. That or the gods really had it out for Zelda and were punishing her for whatever reason.

"Urgh, I could try to make the climb anyway…"

"I would highly advise against it." Fi spoke up before Zelda could even continue the thought. The former royal huffed, crossing her arms, looking at the spirit.

"I'm not that bad at climbing!" Zelda defended. Fi didn't even hesitate in responding though.

"It is not a question of skill. Even the most skilled mountain climber could slip to their death in the rain." The spirit spoke bluntly, and if she could emote Zelda would imagine she'd be giving her a look of exasperation.

"Alright fine," Zelda sighed, "no climbing. You can float and hover though, couldn't you just float us down?" The spirit usually hovered slightly off the ground. Now she was standing, but Zelda had seen her seemingly walk on air.

"I have no arms Princess. It is unlikely you would be able to hang onto me for such a feat." Zelda blushed in embarrassment at that, inwardly cursing herself for forgetting such a detail. With how the spirit's cloak hung over her body, one wouldn't even notice the lack of appendages. It made Zelda wonder even more why Hylia would create such a spirit, but Fi was being even cagey about her creation and past. So it was unlikely she would find out anytime soon.

"Right, okay. We're staying another day here then." Zelda really would have prefered moving on, but it did give her more time to practice her archery. After her break down before, Zelda was antsy to get moving. Unsurprisingly to Zelda, nothing had happened at the temple. It looked like the woman bidding her to come here was nothing but a strange dream.

Despite that, Zelda didn't wish to linger in the forgotten temple. She felt strange. As if someone was watching her and if it wasn't for the shelter it provided, she shouldn't even have made camp here.

Setting out of the temple, Fi took shelter within the Master Sword. Zelda went about gathering breakfast. It wasn't raining as hard at the moment, and Zelda hoped that was a sign that soon the weather would break. Over by a pond Zelda noticed a group of heron strolling by. The birds lazily dipping their heads in the water.

Stomach growling, Zelda bit her lip. It would be difficult, but she could probably prepare a bird to eat with her few supplies. Maybe she could even salvage something to make it easier to skin from one of the many ruined buildings around.

Crouching low, Zelda pulled her bow out and started out moving closer to the pond. Taking a deep breath. This was her first attempt at shooting something live. A small part of her felt bad for the animal, but in the grand scheme of things, something else would try to kill and eat the bird, and it wasn't like she was murdering the animal for fun.

Notching the arrow, Zelda took another deep breath and raised the bow, taking aim. Letting go, the arrow soared through the air, at once all the birds heads jumped up, hearing the noise. A splash echoed, and Zelda cursed inwardly as all the herons flew away, completely unharmed.

"Your aim was off by six centimeters." Zelda heard Fi's voice chime in her head, and Zelda frowned, hanging her head. How Fi could make that calculation so easily Zelda would never know. Getting up from her crouched position, she walked down to the pond. Spotting her arrow sticking out of the shallow water, Zelda retrieved it, sticking it back in her quiver.

"Perhaps you will fair better trying with fish, Princess." Fi suggested, no doubt noticing the dejected slump of Zelda's shoulders. The pond got deeper and Zelda saw fish swimming about within it.

Feeling a new wave of determination, Zelda remembered Link being able to catch a fish with his bare hand. Surely she could do so with a bow and arrow what Link could do without! Moving to a new spot, Zelda shivered as she stepped into deeper water. Her body already started to cool down from standing out in the rain.

Getting ready, Zelda took aim and then went still, letting the fish get comfortable with her nearby presence. The water still wasn't that deep, so even if she missed it would be easy to retrieve her arrow and try again.

Zelda wasn't sure how long she stood there, but she waited for the fish to swim into her line of sight. Once it happened she let the arrow loose, a splash and the frantic fleeing of fish followed.

Hurrying over to where her arrow was sticking out of the water Zelda let out a cry of triumph. A fish was stuck by the arrow flailing with the last of its strength. Blood clouded the water slightly.

Wasting no time, Zelda pulled the fish out of the water along with her arrow. The fish struggled in her grasp for a moment, but it was losing blood fast. Out of the water now, it would perish. Zelda was positively glowing with pride, she never had to catch her own food before. It wasn't really much, but it felt like a huge step. A fish was a huge, far cry from a monster, but if Zelda could learn to survive on her own. She could learn to fight and defend herself, couldn't she?

When she was sure the fish was dead, Zelda put it in her bag. She didn't have anything to wrap it in or carry with, so making sure it didn't sully her map would have to do. Feeling confident now, Zelda went to try for another fish. She hadn't had a real meal in days, so the extra food would be welcomed.

The second fish came almost as easy as the first. She missed the first shot, but after an inward curse and another few minutes of waiting for the fish to settle, a second fish was pinned by an arrow ready for Zelda to harvest.

After that, her clothes were thoroughly soaked through with rain now, even her long sleeved under shirt. Her feet felt numb from standing in the pond for so long and she felt herself shiver. Getting out of the pond, Zelda gathered some more acorns and apples before heading back to the temple.

Once she was under the dry safety of the temple, Fi appeared before her. The thin spirit looked over Zelda's drenched state.

"There is an eighty-five percent chance you are going to become ill due to your time spent in the rain." Zelda gave the spirit a sheepish grin, untying her hair from its bun and shaking her head to get some of the excess water out.

"I'll be fine Fi. I didn't hear you protesting when I was out there."

"I did, you were too focused in your task to hear me though." The spirit deadpanned, Zelda blinked, staring at the spirit. She didn't recall hearing Fi's voice, but the spirit was right.

She had been focusing pretty hard on catching the fish.

"Sorry. On the bright side, I'm feeling fairly confident that I won't starve before even reaching any of the divine beasts." Zelda spoke as she kicked off her boots and pulled off her gloves. Drying off her hands as best she could, she got to work starting the fire. She was running out of kindling, much of everything outside was too soaked to burn. She would probably have enough tonight, so hopefully the rain would let up.

After several minutes, Zelda was no closer to getting a fire started then when she started. The air was too damp and her hands too wet. At this rate, she wouldn't get to reap the benefits of her first successful fishing adventure. Sighing, Zelda thought on how she could get the fire to start. Maybe she could dry her hands on Fi's cloak? It may be rude to ask though.

"Do you need some help young one?" Zelda jumped, not recognizing the voice. Spinning around, the former royal's eyes widened, coming face to face with a stranger. No… not a stranger. Zelda has seen this woman before.

Beautiful blonde hair, a crown perched on top her head with a gleaming red jewel. She was dressed like the picture perfect royal straight out of legend. She looked much better than Zelda ever thought herself able. This woman carried an air that held a kind of calming wisdom that all would stop to listen to.

Slightly panicking, Zelda looked to Fi to see the spirit wasn't moving. She wasn't even looking to where the strange woman was!

"Do not worry, to her and all of this world around us, time is frozen." Zelda got ready to dispute how something so absurd could be happening, but then she looked outside. Gasping, Zelda hurried to the temple's entrance. Outside the rain had stopped, but not in the way one would think.

Zelda gazed at millions of raindrops frozen in air. Trees and plants frozen in the midst of a wind gust that wasn't happening. Herons frozen mid flight, feet barely off the ground.

"I don't have the power to keep this up for long, but this has been a long time coming, my dear." Zelda spun around, facing the woman. She didn't appear threatening, if anything she kind of reminded Zelda of her mother. A gentle, serene look about her, kind eyes that spoke of a silent wisdom, and she seemed very welcoming.

"I'm not going to hurt you. Take a deep breath. You're doing fine." Zelda hadn't even realized her breathing had picked up, and she was teetering on the edge of another break down.

"W-Who are you? What's happening!?" Zelda blurted out, not caring if she sounded rude. The woman didn't seem to care. In fact, She seemed pleased that Zelda found her voice and spoke:

"I am Zelda. Queen Zelda Alva Hyrule. Though, I suppose you are Queen now as well. What is happening is you are finally tapping into the magic that flows through your veins." The woman clasped her hands together and smiled, seeming to praise the new Queen. Zelda flinched at the very idea that she was a queen now. She wanted to address that there was no kingdom of Hyrule right now, but there were more pressing issues right now.

"What are you talking about? This isn't like the sealing magic! And I didn't even do that on purpose! I didn't even think anything would happen if I came to the Temple of Time! I thought I was just dreaming, wait... maybe I am dreaming… Fi did warn me I could become ill…" Zelda trailed off her mind, already putting the scenario together where she got back from fishing, passed out on the temple's floor, or maybe even in the pond itself.

"Peace child, calm yourself." The woman spoke evenly, but Zelda wasn't sure how one could be calm in this situation. Time was frozen, and a woman from her dreams was standing before her claiming to bear the same name as her!

"You are not hallucinating. Do you not know the tales of the Hero of Time?" There wasn't a child in Hyrule that hadn't heard the old story of the Hero of Time, but Zelda failed to see what that had to do with now.

"I ruled these lands during that time. I was the one who sent the hero on his quest and caused Hyrule to almost fall to ruin." Through the slow processing that her mind was going through, Zelda tried to understand that she was talking to the old queen that ruled during one of Hyrule's most trying times."You appear to be very disconnected from your ancestors, young one." Zelda did pick up on the statement she made, but wasn't quite sure what the old queen meant.

"I know the stories. You hide from evil for seven years in disguise." The older woman appeared to stifle a giggle at Zelda's words.

"Stories? Hmpf, it has been quite some time though, hasn't it…" She held up her pointer finger, "That is history, though, my dear. I'm rather insulted that my own descendant chalks my deeds off as a mere story." Zelda blushed, as the woman laughed lightly. She quickly recovered though, embarrassment turning to anger.

"Well I'm sorry that I didn't have a teacher to teach me these things! Besides, story or history does it really matter?" She threw her arms up in a rush of emotion, "I still have no clue how this magic I supposedly have works, if at all!" Of course Zelda did save Link with some sort of magic. But as days went on without even the slightest hint of it, Zelda was becoming convinced it was a fluke.

The woman didn't seem bothered by her outburst.

"We tried contacting you many of times, young one, but you were so convinced that you couldn't access your magic that you were blocking it yourself." Zelda frowned, she couldn't deny that's how she felt when it came to magic, but she wouldn't tell the strange woman that. Instead, she chose to gather more information, it was the safer option. The option that made sense to Zelda.

"We?" The woman nodded, taking a few steps, turning her gaze on the goddess statue behind her.

"Your other ancestors, the first Zelda, the Queen of the Era of Twilight, and me, Queen of the Era of Time. The goddess' blood that runs through our family allows you to call upon our aid. Our knowledge, our wisdom, has always been at your disposal." The ancient queen turned back at Zelda as she finished her statement, making the younger girl freeze.

"You tried to contact me..?" Zelda looked back, trying to think of anything in her life she might have missed. Something that seemed magical and unexplained.

"Yes. As soon as it became clear how you were struggling with your powers, we tried to intervene and help. You must have pushed us aside, believing us to be dreams of unimportance." Zelda wouldn't deny she tried to ignore her dreams. Ever since her mother died, her dreams varied from the darkest horrors she could think of to strange and nonsensical. She had dreamed of a woman before though but she always put it off as her own insecurities about the goddess given powers she should have.

"I… can't even do right by my own ancestors." Zelda hung her head, feeling tears threaten to escape her eyes, "How am I ever to stop Calamity? Everyone I knew is gone, I don't know how to use these powers..." All she had was Fi, but it would be cruel to drag the sword spirit along on a doomed mission.

A warm hand on her cheek forced Zelda to look up. The ancient queen was looking at her gently and Zelda wanted to pull away. She didn't deserve this kindness after ignoring her ancestors' attempts to help for so long.

"You have never failed us Zelda, if anything, you are one of the best among us." Zelda's head snapped up at that. It couldn't be true! The story spoke of how the princess during the Era of Time spent seven years surviving alone. Zelda was barely making it by a week, and who knew how long she would last after that.

"You're wrong," she shook her head, "I could never compare to your deeds. The kingdom of Hyrule is no more, because of me. All I have is ruins and a sword that doesn't really belong to me." For some reason though, this brought a chuckle out of the old queen. Zelda watched her confused, and the older woman smiled kindly at her descendant.

"You speak of our deeds, but forget your own. That barrier off in the distance has been containing Ganon for some time. Is that nothing?" Zelda looked away, drawing away from the old queen.

"Fi did most of that. I was barely coherent at the time." Again, this statement seemed only to please the older royal.

"Ah Fi, to wake her up is not a small feat you know. In life, I would admit I never even heard her voice speak once, nor did the hero of my time. The same could be said for the Queen during the Era of Twilight." Zelda wanted to argue that Fi woke of her own choice, but the older queen continued.

"Tell me: are you not fully committed to stopping the Calamity, even if it could mean your death?"

"Of course! I have to try! Calamity will destroy everything! I can't just sit by and let that happen even if…" She took a breath, "…even if I fail." So long as there was still life left in Hyrule, she had to try and save it. The older queen clapped her hands together. Upon pulling them apart, an ember burned brightly between her hands. Red, hot flames burned between her palms, and Zelda took a step back, afraid of the display.

"Then take my power, Din's Fire, and use it to scorch Hyrule's foes to cinders." The older queen pushed her hands out towards Zelda, and the flame went shooting at her. She prepared to feel pain, but the ember shot at her chest, disappearing as soon as it hit her. A warmth suddenly bloomed in her chest though, quickly spreading to the rest of her body before centering itself in her hands. Holding up her hand, she clenched a fist before opening it, gasping when small embers spawned in the hand. Closing her fist again, the flame disappeared. She looked to the elder queen, eyes wide.

"You may not know it, but this time is different. The evil that spawned from Demise is at its strongest yet weakest. You can defeat it without the hero of this era and seal it back to the depths where it belongs. Grow stronger, young one. Hone your skills. Seek out guidance from your other ancestors. The first Zelda rests in a temple long forgotten even during your time, and go to the Great Bridge of Hylia to meet the Queen of the Era of Twilight." Zelda wanted to ask more questions, about magic, about how she could ever possibly defeat Calamity Ganon. However, the woman was fading from this world and Zelda felt like she had just been pulled out of water.

"Princess. Are you alright?" Zelda froze, gasping for breath. Looking around, she was sitting on the ground next to her kindling she had been trying to light aflame. Fi was next to her leaning down, looking as concerned as the expressionless spirit could.

Zelda didn't reply to Fi's question, she felt cold and was shivering from the wetness of her clothes. Her mind was buzzing and she wasn't even sure if what just happened was real. There was one way to find out though. Looking at her hand, Zelda clenched a fist, willing fire to burn in her hand like before.

When she opened her palm, fire sprung from it, small embers shooting out in every direction. Zelda let out a yelp of surprise. Quickly calming herself, Zelda relaxed her hand, and the fire too relaxed.

"Impressive, Princess. I thought you stated you had no knowledge of magic." Fi spoke, while Zelda stared in wonder at the flame happily dancing in her hand. Unlike normal fire that was a mix of oranges and blue, the fire in Zelda's hand was white and red, burning so hot her hand and the sleeve of her shirt were already dry. It didn't burn Zelda though, to the former royal's wonder.

Carefully, Zelda lowered her hand to the wood, catching flame almost immediately. The fire turned back to its normal coloring once it was out of Zelda's hand, but the one she still clutched remained as it was. Closing her fist again, the fire was snuffed out as if it was never there. Zelda stared at the fire burning in wonder for another moment before finally answering Fi.

"I didn't... but I'm starting to…"

A.N. Just a final note if anyone was wondering Alva is the head canon middle name of the Ocarina of Time Zelda. Believe it or not my friend and I have an entire alternate Zelda universe planned out from Skyward Sword all the way up to Breath of the Wild. Our plan is to put up fics of each major game and basically make it all connect to each other. We're just putting up Breath of the Wild's first because why not we plan on making all the fics be able to stand alone, but technically connect to each other. This fic here we actually already have written up to chapter 20 still ongoing we just take awhile to editXD. With that small ramblings from me though hope you all enjoyed the chapter and reviews are loved see you guys next time.