A cool evening breeze swept across the vast grassland of Hyrule Field. A pale light shone from the large full moon hanging in the sky. Its luminescence fell on the waving grass and dancing leaves, basking them in a majestic silver glow. Small clouds sauntered in the sky above, occasionally covering the sea of stars that shone higher still. Crickets chirped proudly on their grass stalks to fill the night air with their wondrous compositions. Fireflies glided from leaf to leaf, lighting up the sky with dozens of small sparks. The air smelled of smoke; a campfire burned in the distance like a small star on the horizon. Save for the normal night community, the fields were quiet and peaceful.
The grass rustled beneath four silver paws as a wolf strolled leisurely through the beautiful plain. The feel of the damp grass beneath him, the smell of the smoke in his nostrils, the chirping of the crickets tickling his ears; all these senses combined to transport Link into an unexplainable peace. He soaked in the nocturnal atmosphere, utterly pleased to find no monsters in sight. He lay down in the grass, allowing the moisture to dampen his silver fur. He pointed his snout to the moon, looking at the beautiful object in its mysterious glory. He felt the strong urge to howl. Link glanced at the campfire in the distance where Kari remained; a feeling of guilty pleasure shot through him.
The hero let out a long howl, maintaining the note for several seconds. The eerie sound swept across the landscape, doubtless reaching the sensitive ears of the uptight Sheikah. The crickets silenced themselves in reverence. The lightning bugs dimmed their light in respect.
Content, the hero rose from his resting place and trotted back to the campsite. He estimated an hour had passed since he began his leisurely stroll. Despite his guilt for leaving the Sheikah alone in a strange territory, there was no regret in the hero's mind. Nights like these were enjoyed to the fullest as a wolf. During his quest to save Hyrule and in the years following, he had often done this very thing. It helped clear his mind, allowing him to appreciate the simpler things in life.
When he was within earshot of the campsite, Link transformed back into his human form. The fur disappeared from his body, leaving the armor and tunic he wore in its place. Not quite as warm, but still functional. His senses dimmed down, restricted to their normal limitations as a Hylian. Paws became hands and feet, and his ears and nose shrank to their regular proportions.
At first, shifting between man and wolf had been awkward and painful. When Link first entered the twilight, he remembered very clearly the pain he felt at having his humanity ripped from him. Over time, he learned to shift between the two forms with the help of Midna and Zant's shadow crystal. When she left, she took the crystal with her, restricting him to a human once again. Fortunately, it didn't take the hero long to figure out how to use his Triforce of Courage to accomplish the same task. Now, he was able to morph into a wolf at will, depending on the situation or his personal preference.
Several minutes later, Link arrived at the camp to find the fire fading. He grabbed a few dry branches from a pile they had picked earlier and threw it into the fire pit. The flames eagerly consumed their fodder, increasing in size and offering the desired heat and light as a reward. The hero cast a weary glance at the silent Sheikah on the other side of the fire. He was sitting cross-legged with his head bent forward and his eyes closed. Link scanned the ground for a comfortable spot and tiptoed to sit down. He felt the damp grass through his tunic, but didn't mind since the welcoming fire kept him warm.
"Where were you?" Kari's suspicious voice startled the hero. He jumped a bit, and then looked at the Sheikah. His eyes were open, but his position hadn't changed.
"I thought you were asleep." Link replied after regaining his composure.
"And leave myself vulnerable?" Kari raised an eyebrow. "Only a fool would do that."
Link placed his arms on the ground behind him and leaned back. It felt good to stretch his legs towards the inviting fire. "That's true. I suppose I would've done the same if I was in your situation."
"Perhaps," Kari said. He paused for a moment, watching the flames dance before him. Sparks flew as the wood crackled, floating lazily through the air until they disappeared into oblivion. "You still did not answer my previous question. That's an irritating habit of yours."
Link felt his pride flare up inside. "Why do I suddenly answer to you?" his voice rose subtly.
Kari shook his head side to side. "Keeping secrets is not always good. If you wish to win my trust, then first give me yours."
Link placed an exasperated hand on his forehead. The issue wasn't trust; it was pride. This Sheikah was acting like Uli, demanding to know his every move. After a few seconds of silent contemplation, he took a deep breath and let the issue slide.
"I went to search for some food. I heard some howling, so I went to see what it was. Unfortunately, the young rascal got away before I got there." Link said.
Kari let out a mischievous smile. "And I can see you brought nothing in its place. Perhaps I should have gone instead."
"Only thing you'll catch is a cold." Link replied through a sly grin. Kari said nothing in response, but let out a satisfied grunt. Content to let the argument die, the hero laid on his back and gazed at the beautiful ocean of stars above. As far as he could see, there were countless stars in all directions. It made him wonder what was out there; perhaps the land where the goddesses dwelt. An amused smile crossed his lips at the prospect. The popping of the fire continued to crackle in his ears.
A few more minutes passed as both young men stayed in silence. Link rose to a sitting position and looked at the quiet Sheikah. The fire cast such a glow on his face that half of it was hidden in shadow. How appropriate.
"Hey Kari." Link called out. The Sheikah turned his head slightly to face Link. "Do you know any legends about the Hero?"
Kari nodded his head, his voice becoming notably friendlier. "Of course I do. All Sheikah are required to learn our tribe's legends by heart." He shifted his position a bit to relieve his restless muscles. "Why do you ask?"
Link placed a hand behind his neck in embarrassment. "Well, even though I'm his successor, I really don't know all that much about him. He's a figure shrouded in mystery, most of his story lost to the passing of ages. I kinda wish I knew him better." Link's mind reflected back onto his encounters with the Golden Wolf. That had to be the Hero's spirit; he was certain of it. Even so, there was still so much he didn't know.
Kari was silent, casting thoughtful eyes at the fire in front of him. His mind flipped through dozens of legends like a library catalogue. At last, the correct one came to the forefront. As he recited the legend, the words danced to a rhythm of their own "When evil rules all, an awakening voice from the Sacred Realm will call those destined to be Sages, who dwell in the five temples. One in a deep forest... One on a high mountain... One under a vast lake... One within the house of the dead... One inside a goddess of the sand... Together with the Hero of Time, the awakened ones will bind the evil and return the light of peace to the world." Kari paused, relishing in the security his childhood stories brought him. "That is the only legend I can remember."
Link nodded in awe. The very concept that prophecies had been written about his predecessor blew his mind. "Are there any about me?" he asked.
The Sheikah glanced at him skeptically. "How should I know, Hylian? Do you go by another name I haven't heard yet?"
The hero shook his head. "Forget it."
He lied once again on the grass, his mind hypnotized by the enchantment of the legend. He understood so little, but that wouldn't stop his speculation. For several minutes, Link tossed the words over and over in his mind. The gentle soothing of the legend nearly put him to sleep, until Kari's voice pulled him back from the land of dreams.
"What is your Queen like? This Zelda?" The Sheikah asked, his eyes not meeting Link's.
Taken back, the hero rolled up to a sitting position once again. Kari avoided his gaze. Link didn't have the heart to make fun of him, so he answered his question without a witty remark. The hero looked back in his memory, conjuring an image of the beautiful woman that ruled Hyrule. The recollection of her gentle words and graceful movements instantly sparked warm feelings of nostalgia.
"Well, I've only met her a few times. She's very beautiful and very kind. She's one of the most sincere people I've met. She even gave up-" the hero paused, unsure of how to phrase the statement. He shook his head and decided to start over. "She saved a very close friend of mine from the brink of death. She genuinely cares about her people, and treats you like an equal. She's definitely earned my respect and admiration." A sly smirk appeared over the hero's face. "Then again, I haven't seen her in a really long time. For all I know, she could've turned into a mean old witch," he teased.
Kari took a deep breath, obviously put at ease. "I see. That will be useful to know when we meet her." He looked at Link with a straight face. "You are more knowledgeable than you seem, Hylian."
Link's face turned sour. "One of these days I'll make you call me by my proper name." Kari shrugged his shoulders and closed his eyes. Link rolled his, knowing the Sheikah could still hear him. "I suppose I'll stay awake for the first watch. I'll wake you in a few hours for your shift. If we leave early in the morning, we should be at the castle by midday." Kari grunted his acknowledgment.
Link sighed and fed more wood to the diminishing fire. He looked up once again to the moon, allowing the words of the legend to resume their dance around his mind. Someday, he'd learn about his predecessor. Maybe Zelda knew something. He made a mental note to ask her tomorrow.
The night passed with no disturbances. Eager to get on their way, the two travelers doused the remaining embers of their campfire and set out with the morning dawn shining on their backs. The large castle lay ahead in the distance as they traveled west towards Castle Town. Even while not in wolf form, Link's senses were heightened beyond the capability of most others. As a result, he could often smell approaching enemies before being spotted. He plotted their course carefully, avoiding monsters while traveling through the grasslands.
As they walked, Kari gazed curiously at their surroundings. He absorbed all there was to see like an immigrant to a new country. While vaguely familiar, all the sights and sounds that greeted him were different than what he had come to know. The usual trees and rocks he had once used as landmarks were now completely gone, eroded with the waves of time. With every step he took, the Sheikah slowly began to accept the harsh truth.
"We're here." Link said as they emerged from a small cave. Kari followed Link's pointing figure to absorb the city in front of him.
A vast stone wall protected the capital of Hyrule. A moat ran below the small wooden bridge beneath their feet, serving as a natural defense. Chain links ran from the draw bridge to the wall in case the bridge should need to be retracted. The sounds of the busy marketplace flowed even through the closed gates. Far in the distance, almost obstructed by the afternoon sun, Hyrule Castle stood like a giant among dwarves.
"This is Castle Town, the largest settlement in Hyrule." He looked up at the large wooden structure. "That's odd. Normally they keep the gate open."
"Halt! State your name and your business." A voice warned from the other side of the gate.
Link glanced at Kari and hollered back at the guard. "My name is Link, and my friend here is Kari. We have urgent business with Zelda."
"Wait there while I run your story by my superiors." The voice from the other side of the door said.
"How annoying." Kari's face curled in disgust. He directed his scowl at Link "Did you just call me your friend?'"
"Would you prefer to be called my wife?" Link teased.
"I'd rather be dead."
"You don't mean that."
"Try me."
"Well, it was a joke anyways. Just stay quiet and let me do the talking."
"With pleasure. I don't wish to associate with your kind any more than I have to." Kari turned around and walked to the side of the bridge, content to be distracted with the flow of the river. The water sparkled with the sunlight above. Insects and fish made ripples and splashes below.
Link checked the door once more and walked beside Kari. He leaned against the railing and turned to face the Sheikah. His tone was gentler. "Why do you hate our race so much, anyway?"
Kari continued to look at the moving water. His gaze was lost in another time and place completely. "It's not that I hate them. All races were created equal in the eyes of the goddesses." He paused. "I don't respect them. For my kind, respect and loyalty are one in the same. If we respect someone, we are loyal to them even onto death. Your people have never earned that respect; I have seen them do horrible things that make me sick. Not to mention they have been fighting with my people for longer than I can remember."
"I see," Link replied. He didn't press the issue. For all their illusions and secrecy, the Sheikah had an unusual amount of loyalty to their relationships. Still, he had to wonder if there wasn't a loathing the Sheikah refused to admit.
The two stood on the bridge for half an hour without a word. Link had sat down a while ago, content to rest his legs from the long walk. He hadn't realized Hyrule Field was so large. Most of the time, he was able to bridge the gap between Death Mountain and Castle Town within an hour atop Epona.
"Sir Link?" A voice called out through the oak furnished gate. Its speaker sounded out of breath.
The hero perked up and ran to the gate. "Right here," he called. Kari walked beside him a few moments later.
"Your audience with the Queen has been granted. Please forgive us for the delay." The wooden gate creaked to life as it swung open, finally granting passage to the two weary travelers.
Without hesitation, the two travelers stepped through it and into the comforting sanctuary of Castle Town. They were greeted by Geoffrey and a handful of other soldiers. They saluted as the two travelers came near.
"Sir Link, it is a pleasure to finally meet you." Geoffrey stood at ease and signaled his soldiers to likewise. "Captain Geoffrey, at your service. We are truly grateful for the acts you have done for this kingdom and Queen Zelda. The tales of your exploits are truly legendary. You are an inspiration to me and my men."
The hero smiled bashfully. "I didn't realize I was so famous."
"I have heard nothing but good things from the Queen and my father." Geoffrey said. He and his soldiers began walking down the road, waving with his hand for the two to follow. Link walked beside the captain, while Kari walked a few paces behind. The Sheikah fixed his gaze on the ground before him, keeping largely to himself and not wishing to attract any attention.
"Your father?" the hero asked.
"You worked with him. You remember Auru, yes?"
Link smiled. "Oh, Auru! How is he, nowadays?"
The captain's expression remained neutral but the quivering of his voice betrayed his underlying feelings. "He sacrificed himself for the sake of his country."
Link was taken back. "I'm sorry for your loss." For the first time, Link noticed the scrapes and bruises scattered on the Captain's face and hands. He looked around, noticing the other soldiers were in a similar condition. "What happened?"
Geoffrey regained his professional demeanor. The group passed through the main square and now approached the castle. "We are at war with Zant. We suffered heavy casualties to his monsters in Kakariko Village. The Queen is currently meeting with ambassadors from every nation to discuss the situation." He paused as they stopped at the first castle gate. He yelled at the sleeping soldier standing before him. The man awoke with a startle and apologized. He immediately opened the Castle Gate. "With all of the diplomats, security is supposed to be tighter than usual. We can't take any unnecessary risks."
Link nodded in agreement. "I imagine the Queen must be busy."
Geoffrey sighed. "We all are. Many of my best men died on that forsaken mountain, may the goddesses rest their souls. All I have now are the leftovers, sad excuses for soldiers that are more concerned with wine and women than the safety of their country."
The group traveled through the second castle gate, manned by a more competent soldier. Link and Geoffrey continued to converse about the sad state of the Hylian army as they walked. Meanwhile, Kari was appalled at the sheer size of Hyrule Castle. To him, the lavishness of the Hylian culture was superfluous and repulsive.
They entered into the main hallway; a vast room decorated in crystal chandeliers, ivory balconies, and crimson tapestries sewn to the walls. Royal portraits of past monarchs, including a previous Zelda, were recovered from the old Hyrule Castle and placed on the wall, restored to their former glory through tedious labor. A crimson carpet cushioned their feet. Several suits of armor stood on either side, and many decorative paintings hung on the walls. The group passed through several such halls and stairways before stopping at a large set of cedar doors. Zelda was just on the other side.
Geoffrey halted the party with his hand. "We must wait here. Her Majesty is currently meeting with the Goron and Zora leaders. She should only be a few minutes longer."
The door creaked open, and out walked an elderly gentleman. He had a pale wrinkled face, matched in color by his white chin-curtain. One of his blue eyes held a glass spectacle, a sign of nobility. A white sleeved shirt covered his arms, worn under a black doublet with silver buttons. He wore satin breeches, and wore buskins upon his feet. He pushed the door closed behind him. As he spoke, his voice reeked of aristocracy.
"These are the two men you spoke of?" The elderly gentleman turned to Geoffrey.
The captain nodded.
"Excellent." Ramiro said, eyeing the two men eagerly. He rubbed his fuzzy chin as he spoke. "Greetings, I am Ramiro, adviser to the Queen. While Her Majesty concludes her meeting, I will explain to you the proper protocol for addressing royalty. I will walk through these doors first to introduce you. You will then enter, bow, and await her greeting. Once she has greeted you, walk a foot from the desk, bow again, and wait for her to initiate the conversation." He raised an eyebrow. "Do you understand?"
Link nodded, tapping his boots nervously on the crimson carpet.
Kari folded his arms crossly. "Your traditions are a waste of my time." He soon received a sharp jab from Link.
"Please excuse my friend. He's quite a jester," Link said. The hero smiled to alleviate the bewildered expression on both Geoffrey and Ramiro.
"You did it again. I barely know you." Kari replied sharply. The hero glared at the Sheikah and leaned close.
"Do you want to see Zelda or not?" he whispered through gritted teeth. The Sheikah looked casually back, and then shrugged his shoulders.
Link looked once again at Geoffrey and Ramiro and smiled apologetically. "We understand."
Ramiro snapped his fingers. "Excellent. Then all that remains is your introductions. I will need your name, your occupation, and the province of your birth." He clapped his hands. "Chop, chop. The meeting will finish any minute now."
The hero was first. "My name is Link." He paused, fidgeting nervously with the strap of his quiver. "I'm not really sure what you would call my occupation." Another pause. "I used to be a shepherd in the Ordona province."
"I suppose that will do." Ramiro said dryly. His lips pursed at the lack of an official title. "And you, good sir?" He looked at the Sheikah.
Kari looked at the adviser with a gaze that could freeze a river. "I am Kari, a Sheikah from the village of Kasuto."
Ramiro nodded to himself, organizing the information and sorting it into the proper place. He paused for a moment, giving a skeptical look at Kari. "D-did you say Kasuto?" he stuttered.
"I did. Is there something wrong?" the Sheikah asked coldly.
"N-no, of course not." Ramiro responded quickly. He readjusted the spectacle on his eye and continued his mental organization, being sure to avoid eye contact with the wind tamer.
A minute later, the cedar doors opened, filling the hallway with the aroma of fresh perfumes and spring flowers. Out of it walked the towering figure of Darbus. Following close behind him was a smaller figure, a tall humanoid with a fish-like appearance. His torso was covered in silver scales, while patches of red could be found on his extremities and the dorsal fin that hung from his head. He had two fins on his arms and legs to maneuver swiftly in the water. Around his neck he wore a golden necklace, which only amplified the golden crown on his head. His green eyes shone with a fierce determination, contrasting the red cape he wore. He was the benevolent ruler of the Zoras, Ralis.
"Darbus! Prince- ur-King Ralis!" Link exclaimed. He couldn't hide the joy of finally seeing some familiar faces.
"Brother!" Darbus replied upon finally recognizing Link's face. He slapped a heavy hand on the hero's back, nearly knocking him to the ground. "It has been too long."
"Link. My, you've changed." Ralis replied with a smile, looking the hero over carefully.
"You should be the one to talk, Ralis." He knelt down one knee. "King Ralis, I mean. Forgive me; I forgot you aren't a prince anymore."
The Zora waved the formality off with his hand. "I should be bowing to you, my friend. It was you and your friend Ilia who saved my life. I wouldn't be here, otherwise."
Ramiro cleared his throat, casting an expectant glance at Link. Kari stood beside the adviser, gazing upon the reunion with the indifference of an outsider.
"I'm sorry Darbus, King Ralis. I have to go. Perhaps we can catch up later?"
The large Goron nodded, pounding his chest. "Puny human negotiations take forever. We will not be leaving soon."
Ralis nodded. "Darbus is right. We'll be here a while. Please come and visit."
Link gave a final wave and stood by Geoffrey, Ramiro, and Kari. The adviser gave them one last reassuring nodded, and walked through the doors. The three could hear his voice echoing in the halls.
"Seeking the audience of Her Majesty, Queen Zelda Hyrule Harkinian, I introduce Sir Link, shepherd heralding from Ordona, and Sir Kari, Sheikah heralding from Kasuto."
"Link?" Her voice repeated in surprise. She regained her composure quickly. "Thank you, Ramiro. They may enter." The monarch replied.
Link and Kari did as they had been instructed, coming forward a few steps after entering the door. Kari bowed on his right knee, Link on his left; unsure of the proper etiquette. They awaited the princess's greeting.
"You need not bow, Link. You have done so much for this country already. I feel it is I who owes the greater debt." She motioned them forward with a wave of her hand. "Please Link, Kari, come closer so we may speak in comfort." The two did as they were told, rising cautiously and walking slowly. They felt the watchful gaze of Ramiro and Geoffrey from behind their back. Link bowed when they had reached the desk as the adviser instructed; Kari remained standing and looked at the hero with pity. The Sheikah was used to strict traditions and customs, but these were all foreign to him and seemed unnecessary.
"It is good to see you again, Your Majesty." Link spoke slowly as he rose to his feet, trying to emulate formal speech. He looked upon the queen for the first time since entering the room.
She was seated on a large cushioned chair, smaller than the royal throne. In fact, the whole room was smaller than the throne room he had been expecting. This particular room served more as a study and meeting room. There was a desk in front of her. On it were various treaties and documents, a felt tip pen, and a jar of ink. Several book shelves lined the walls both behind and beside it, ranging from astrology and history to mathematics and geography. Stain glasses let in sunlight from above the bookshelves, projecting intricate patterns on the velvet rug below.
Zelda paused for a moment, looking at her visitors. She then directed her attention to the cluster of soldiers near the door. She pushed her chair back and rose, revealing the white dress with a purple corset she wore for royal occasions and diplomatic beings, the one that identified her as the monarch of Hyrule. To maintain some semblance of individuality, she tied her hair back with a golden hairclip instead of the ponytail she normally favored. She stretched her arms and looked eagerly at her two guests. "Would you two care to join me for a walk in the garden? The day is beautiful, and it would do my spirit good to get out of this cramped room for a while. I have engaged in meetings all morning."
Link dared not disagree. "Of course, Your Majesty." Even Kari was silent before the presence of the Queen.
Zelda turned to her favorite soldier. "Captain, if you would dismiss your men. I would like to observe protocol for the utmost secrecy. Of course, you and Ramiro may join us."
Captain Geoffrey bowed loyally. "It would be an honor, Your Highness." He turned to the other soldiers and dismissed them.
Ramiro also bowed. "If it pleases you, Your Highness, I must decline the invitation to prepare for tomorrow's meetings. We have ambassadors coming from the lands of Holodrum, Labrynnah, Termina, and even Nevkah."
"You may do so, Ramiro," the Queen said. The adviser bowed once again, turned on his heel, and shuffled out the door. Zelda turned to those that remained. "Come. Let us proceed to the garden. We have much to discuss."
The Royal Garden was a sight to behold. Flowers of all colors bloomed in the summer air: carnations, irises, asters, gingers, and many more. Several trees provided shade for relief, including aspens, maples, and cedars. Finely cut stone formed a pathway through the scenic garden, surrounded on either side by a fence of trimmed hedges. Zelda's request, the gardeners had been dismissed for the hour so that they all would be free to converse. The delightful aromas and plentiful colors made Link and Kari feel at ease. The monarch had been right when she insisted the garden would be more conducive to talking.
The group of four sat down on two benches along the path facing one another. They were placed under two aspen trees for the shade they provided. Link and Zelda sat one bench, Geoffrey and Kari on the other.
"The irises were always my favorite flower as a girl," Zelda said dreamily, momentarily forgetting her role as Hyrule's monarch. "They always had the prettiest colors." She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, relishing in the garden's rich aromas.
The others merely nodded their approval, unable to respond otherwise.
"Oh forgive me," Zelda recovered, straightening her back and resting her hands in her lap. "I momentarily forgot we are still in a meeting. It is so easy to get lost among the flowers." She turned to face Link. The hero felt his palms begin to sweat as he sat nervously at the edge of the bench. Whenever he had to move, he did so with great caution so as not to risk touching the Queen.
"Link, words cannot express how happy I am to see you alive. I received the letter you sent and assumed the worst when I did not hear from you afterward." She stole a glance at the Sheikah. "And you brought an unexpected guest. You must tell me what happened."
Link swallowed hard, realizing that Zelda's full attention was on him. He took a deep breath. "Well, things didn't turn out as I expected, but everything worked out in the end. Remember how I mentioned there was something suspicious I wanted to investigate?"
Zelda nodded. "I remember. You also said that if you did not send another letter or come in person shortly afterward, then you were either imprisoned beyond rescue or dead." She paused, her cheeks blushing. "Since I did not hear from you, I did as you instructed and told Rusl that you had passed on. There was another girl, too. Ilia, I believe her name was. She took the news especially hard. I guess I should have waited a little longer."
Link's blue eyes stared at the ground. An image of his childhood friend's face came to mind. "Ilia, huh? Goddesses, it'll be nice to see her and Rusl again."
Geoffrey and Zelda stole a solemn glance at one another. He didn't know yet.
Zelda unconsciously leaned towards him, causing the hero to lean back and nearly collapse off the bench. "So what happened? In Zant's letter, he said you were captured and attempted an escape. When you refused to yield any information, you were thrown to your death into a pool of lava." She paused. "Yet, I barely see a scar on your face."
Link looked up and beamed proudly. "What he said is all true, hard as it is to believe. But I've learned a few new skills in my travels. One day, I stumbled on a fairy fountain. The Great Fairy there recognized me as a hero, and blessed me with powerful magic once used by the Ancient Hero himself: Din's Fire, Farore's Wind, and Nayru's Love."
Zelda leaned back and grabbed one of the flowers hanging over the hedges. She tore off the remaining stem and placed it in her hair. "I have read of those. They're supposedly difficult to master."
"That's for sure. Good thing I had seven years to practice." The hero joked.
Zelda nodded and grabbed another flower. She kept it folded in her hands. "So you used that to escape?"
Link nodded. He noticed the flower in Zelda's hair and smiled. It amplified her beauty nicely. "Nayru's Love protected me from the lava, and Farore's Wind warped me to safety. Unfortunately, I got lost in the caverns beneath Death Mountain, but it all worked out. Thank the goddesses I stumbled upon Kari. He's the wind tamer we've been searching for all these years."
Kari had been admiring the garden. Upon hearing his name mentioned, he turned a listening ear to the conversation that had bored him only moments earlier.
"That is quite a story, though I should not be surprised." She smiled. "The goddesses have kept you safe, Link. It seems Hyrule needs your courage once again." She paused, directing her attention to the now attentive Sheikah. "And what is your story, Kari? Is it true you are able to control the winds?"
Kari blinked several times as he thought of a response. Normally, he would've bluntly spoken his mind, as was his nature. However, there was something about this woman. Sheikah legends spoke of a queen named Zelda who founded Hyrule by working beside his people. Prophecies spoke that she would be reborn again. Could this be the same person reincarnated? Even if she was not, he needed this Hylian woman to learn of where his clan had gone, or, as he feared, what had befallen them if several centuries really had passed. He decided to imitate Link's speech.
"Your Majesty, what you heard is true. I am what my clan calls a 'Wind Waker.' They are chosen by the goddesses, and destined to lead the Sheikah. As for my story, there is not much to it. Last I remember, my beloved village of Kasuto was attacked. I blacked out, and when I awoke, the Hylian found me and brought me to see you." Link rolled his eyes. Kari purposely left out the more unpleasant details of their encounter.
Geoffrey rolled his shoulders to alleviate the stiffness in his muscles. He found it difficult to remain in one place for too long. He wished to comment, but strict protocol dictated he must remain silent unless addressed.
"You're the one; the one Nayru told to find in my dream." A look of glee jumped on the monarch's face. She maintained her dignified posture, but her voice was vibrant and energetic. Zelda took a deep breath and calmed herself, realizing the solemnity of Kari's testimony. "You said you hailed from the village of Kasuto." Her cerulean eyes gazed empathetically into the Sheikah's own. "According to the Book of Mudora, that village was destroyed hundreds of years ago." She paused. "I'm puzzled."
Despite the hole punctured through his heart by the monarch's words, Kari was able to maintain his composure. The Sheikah had endured harsh training to control his emotions. In the depths of his mind, he had known that such a conclusion was inevitable. Still, his heart shattered on the inside to have his worst fears confirmed.
"As much as it pains me, I know the Book of Mudora is never wrong." Kari admitted quietly as he looked down at the stone pathway. "It seems I have been asleep the last few centuries. For some reason, I was miraculously spared."
"Book of Mudora?" Link asked with clueless eyes. The smell of Zelda's perfume was overwhelming his keen sense of smell, making it difficult to concentrate. It made his eyes water; it was sweeter yet sharper than the smell of the wild he was accustomed to.
"It's a magical book that contains the entire history of the world since its creation." Zelda explained. "It was named for the wise sage and scholar who created it, Mudora. As events happen, they are magically recorded in that book. It is said the pages will never run out until time itself stops." The monarch looked empathetically at the hurting Sheikah. Her hands straightened the wrinkles on her dress as she spoke. "What will you do now?"
Kari shook his head. "I don't know. It's still hard to believe I have been asleep for so long."
"Difficult to believe, but not impossible." Zelda mused. "If the item you hold is as powerful as you say, it's possible your spirit was sealed inside the Wind Waker 'til the time came for you to fulfill your destiny."
Link listened in fascination. He thought he knew the secrets of Hyrule; but compared to Zelda and Kari, that was nothing. The two were speaking of legends and magic he knew nothing of. He wiped the water from his eyes and listened carefully.
"Your Majesty, what has become of my people in my absence?" Kari asked urgently. The monarch could see the desperation in his eyes, hidden behind a face that dared show no emotion.
Zelda's heart became burdened with guilt as she thought of the unpleasant news she would have to bear. Still, the truth had to be told.
"After Kasuto was destroyed, a revolt broke out among your people. It was stopped by the three light spirits, and the instigators were banished from our kingdom. Those Sheikah who remained swore loyalty to the Hylian Royal Family, my ancestors. They vowed to protect us and serve us loyally in repentance for their tribe's actions.
"My people served you?" Kari asked doubtfully. "I mean no disrespect; those sound like lies."
"I understand your hesitancy," Zelda replied. "However, I swear upon Farore that it is the truth. Your people saved my family on more than one occasion."
Raised eyebrows voiced Kari's suspicion. "Strange. And what of the rebels?"
Zelda shook her head. "That I do not know." The flower almost came loose from her hair, but she caught it just in time. She spoke the rest of her words confidently as if looking at a history book.
"Many years passed, but the distrust of your people lingered. News of the Triforce eventually spread, and the six sages who protected it were assassinated. Rumors circulated that the Sheikah were to blame. With distrust already lingering in the air, anybody was willing to believe it. A great civil war, called the Unification War, broke out amongst the various races for possession of the sacred triangles. Innocent blood was spilled, and the Sheikah were massacred to near extinction."
"Massacred? Extinction!" Kari exclaimed. His face turned several shades of red. Even his training would not be able to suppress the passionate rage for his people.
Zelda winced and leaned away. She should have used more gentle words. She told the rest of the story quickly. "King Gustaf Hyrule Harkinian eventually united all the races under the flag of the Hylian Royal Family. Unfortunately, only a few Sheikah remained, including the infamous Impa. However, survivors are still out there, gone into hiding or assimilated into the Hylian culture.
"My people are dead! And for what? Because you Hylians couldn't suppress your greed! The goddesses curse you all!"
The wind suddenly began to pick up, growing stronger with Kari's rage. The flowers bent over, losing their petals to the increasingly harsh gusts. The branches of the trees waved steadily, holding fast to their sturdy trunks. The glass windows rattled against their stone frames.
Kari retrieved the Wind Waker from his pocket, chanting words in a foreign tongue.
"Kari! Wait!" Zelda rose to her feet. She did her best to shout above the wind. "Your people fought alongside us! The Hylians and the Sheikah were inseparable allies!" Geoffrey stepped in front of the monarch and placed himself as a human shield. He would not let any harm befall her.
Link immediately rose and placed a strong grip on Kari's hand. The Sheikah attempted to move it, but to no avail. He was too busy preparing his spell. As the wind grew stronger, the hero's grip grew tighter, eventually turning Kari's hand blue. "We aren't your enemies. We want to help you." Link pleaded.
"How can you help me, Hylian? How can anyone help me?" Kari shouted back, the loneliness choking his words.
"We can help you find survivors. We can prevent such a horrible event from ever happening again." Link paused, gripping for all he was worth. "But first, we need you to calm down and trust us."
"I will never trust your kind." Kari hissed. "They are nothing but- ugh!" Link landed a solid knee into the Sheikah's stomach, knocking the wind right out of him. Gradually, the angry gales died, reduced to no more than a casual breeze. The Sheikah's strength left him, and he collapsed in the hero's arms.
"I'm sorry, Kari, but it was for your own good," Link muttered.
"Are you alright, Your Majesty?" Geoffrey asked. He looked over the monarch to ensure she had suffered no injuries or scratches.
"I am fine, Captain, thank you." She replied quickly, her hands moving quickly to fix her hair. Her eyes didn't leave the wind tamer in front of her. "Such power and passion he possesses. And yet, such pain and isolation. He is one of the last of his kind." She looked to Link. "Will he be alright?"
Link put his ear to Kari's chest, relieved to hear a steady breathing and heart rate. "He's okay. He'll be unconscious for a few minutes, that's all. Hopefully he just needs a chance to calm down." He faced Zelda. "I believe we'll be on our way. I don't want to complicate things anymore, especially with foreign diplomats here."
Zelda nodded. "Please, don't let it worry you. I am more concerned for Kari's safety. What will you do now?"
Link hoisted the unconscious Sheikah over his shoulder and into a fireman's carry. "First, I'll make sure Kari's okay. Then, I'll do the only other thing I know will help: retrieve the Master Sword." He paused. "I'll stop at Malo Mart to obtain some supplies, but then I'll be on my way to Faron Woods."
"I see. And Kari?"
"I'll have to wait until he wakes up."
"Very well. In the meantime, I will study the Book of Mudora to see what I can learn of Zant and his intentions. Please come back and see me when you have finished your errand. I wish to speak with the two of you again. You may be Hyrule's only hope."
Link looked at her solemnly; his calm blue eyes piercing right through the woman before him. "We will," He promised. "But Your Majesty, I must warn you. Zant is after more than just revenge. I didn't learn much when I was imprisoned, but what I did learn sent shivers down my spine. He plans to revive his "god," whoever that is."
"Ganondorf?" The monarch suggested.
Link shook his head. "Farore, I hope not." A hint of red painted his cheeks. "Pardon my language. I'm just not eager to meet that man again anytime soon. In any case, we should prepare for the worst. I fear Death Mountain was just the prelude of worse things to come."
Both thought about the dream and the dark shadow that emerged from Death Mountain. Zelda nodded. "I fear you may be right. Nayru help us."
A/N- Wow, this chapter ended up a lot longer than anticipated. Just a quick disclaimer, what happened to the Sheikah merely reflects my own theories and isn't at all canon. It is based on in game evidence, but I also understand that there are other perfectly valid interpretations out there. The same goes for any other parts of Hyrule's history that I speculate on.
Now to comment on some things that may not be obvious at first glance. First, I wonder how many of you noticed that Geoffrey has been promoted from Lieutenant to Captain. I didn't want to write about it, but it should be noted he was promoted due to Captain Nadal's death. Another quick explanation about the magic Link learned. For those who didn't play Ocarina of Time, Nayru's Love is an in game magic spell that surrounds Link in a protective barrier for a minute or so. Farore's Wind is a teleportation spell that allows him to warp to an area where the spell was previously cast. Finally, Din's Fire engulfed Link in a fireball to attack enemies.
A few of you also had some comments on Kari from last chapter. I realize his personality seems a bit odd, and even different from what we see in the first chapter. I assure you I did it on purpose, mainly because he's not going to act the same way with his father as he is with a complete stranger. Especially after he wakes in the middle of nowhere with his village's destruction fresh in his mind. I hope this chapter showed a bit more to his character. If not, I'll continue to work on it in the coming chapters. There was also a question concerning why Zelda claimed Link was dead. If you still have questions after this chapter pertaining that, or anything at all, feel free to write it in a review or PM me.
Surviving Sheikah, Player4, Darkride, PoorFox, The Silent Orion, Victoria Blackheart- you guys deserve loyalty badges for your faithful reviewing! Thanks a ton! Hope the rest of you continue to enjoy this story and maybe even review in the future.