Colin's hand moved slowly and meticulously as the charcoal he held made contact with the rough paper. He shifted his position in the low grass to ease the process, using his knees as a hard surface to hold his notebook. The dark material traced a path on the paper like a black river as it followed his guiding hand. A gradual arc for the head, a series of short lines to outline the torso, two short ovals for the eyes. Slowly, but surely, curves and lines began to join one another to form a definitive outline. Before he knew it, the aspiring artist already had the silhouette of his desired subject in front of him.
Colin bounced the tip of the writing utensil against his lip as he paused to glance at the cloudy sky. A heavenly aura seemed to shine through as rays of light poked their curious heads through the fluffy blanket. On their way to the kingdom of Labrynna, he and his companions had camped on the summit of a medium-sized hill. The nation of Holodrum seemed like a distant comfort after the grueling hike they had endured for the past few weeks. Still, from where the aspiring artist sat and rested, the view was incredible. Large and small hills rolled over the horizon in all directions, dotted with colorful specks that he knew to be trees. A river cut through the landscape, swiveling and swerving through the hills only to disappear in the distant horizon. The air was brisk but refreshing at the higher elevation, and a playful wind tugged at his growing sideburns.
"Tifa, can you give me a hand over here?" His ears perked as he heard Ilia call from a short distance in front of him.
"This is boring. I don't like this game. Can we do something else?" The Kokiri responded with a pout.
"Tifa, you have to learn that life isn't all fun and games." Tatl reprimanded the young forest sage.
There was a short silence. Colin paused for a moment and looked at his would-be drawing. His face soured into a grimace as he crossed out the sketch and flipped the page. Not satisfied, he took his drawing tool and began to trace the silhouette anew. This drawing was special; everything had to be just perfect. He only hoped he had enough charcoal and paper to satisfy his high expectations.
"I'm just going to play my new ocarina instead." The Kokiri girl attempted to end the argument.
"Tifa!" Ilia and Tatl said together.
Slightly curious, Colin lifted his eyes to discover the source of the commotion. A nearby bucket sloshed and spilled over with soapy water like an active volcano. Several piles of dirty clothes were stacked next to it. Ilia stood by the bucket with a cloth tied around her waist, hands on her hips, and expectant eyes fixated on the Kokiri girl. Meanwhile, Tifa reclined against the trunk of a tree and began to play an upbeat tune on the ocarina to drown out the voices that threatened her with chores. Tatl tried fruitlessly to reason with her.
Ilia folded her arms in front of her and sighed in annoyance. When she saw the swordsman looking in her direction, she turned to him and looked at him pleadingly. He quickly looked back to his sketching paper, but he was too late. The question was inevitable.
"Colin, can you lend me a hand with all this laundry?"
The swordsman looked slowly up at Ilia and back to his unfinished sketch. He'd have to think of a reasonable excuse. "I would, Ilia, but I'm working on something really important right now."
"Oh really? Like what?"
Her curiosity had been peaked and she walked over. She knelt in the grass beside him, careful to avoid touching the paper with her wet hands. Two curled eyebrows raised in skepticism as she tried to make sense of the scattered lines. "What's it supposed to be? Looks like nuthin' to me."
Colin scowled in a brief show of irritation, but he quickly shook it off. He turned to look at her, only now realizing just how close her face was to his. He quickly turned back to the drawing, a hint of red painting his cheeks. "Well, of course it looks like nothing. It's not finished yet."
She subconsciously leaned closer to get a closer look. She could feel the warmth of Colin's skin as her arm brushed up against his. "Then what is it?"
The aspiring artist softened his tone as he looked to the sky. "It's going to be a portrait of Papa. That's why it has to be perfect." He furrowed his brows as he tried to picture how the completed image would look. "I was going to give it to Link. He seems so down lately. Maybe it'll cheer him up."
The ranch girl decided to sit down while she waited for Tatl to lecture the stubborn Kokiri. Her wet finger drew circles on the ground. "You've noticed too, huh?"
Colin let out a small sigh. He placed his journal to the side and crossed his legs. "Yeah. He just hasn't been himself. He doesn't eat much. He stays up late. I don't know what's wrong with him."
Ilia shrugged her shoulders. "Sometimes he wanders into the woods by himself. I offer ta' join him, but he insists on bein' alone." She shook her head and reclined on her hands. "When did this start?" She paused to think. "He's been like this since he got in that fight."
Colin ran a frustrated hand through his dirty blonde hair. "With Atrayu?" There was a tense silence from the youth. His eyes lowered and his voice softened. "She's the one who killed Papa."
The ranch girl gasped. "Oh my goddesses; it was her? I thought it was just monsters." She placed a hand on Colin's shoulder. The suds and water from her hand dampened a small spot on the swordsman's tunic, but he hardly seemed to notice. "I'm so sorry."
He let the warmth from Ilia's hand stay there. His eyes didn't move. "Don't worry about it. I'm more concerned about Link." He sighed. "Whatever happened, it must've really spooked him. I haven't seen him this depressed since he broke both arms wrestling some angry goats."
Ilia began to gently rub the youth's tense back in a circular pattern. Her chaliced hands could feel the tense knots that had accumulated in the youth's muscles from his intense daily training. His neck instinctively leaned forward from the soothing massage. "Are you sure it was her?" The ranch girl suggested softly.
Colin didn't move. "What do you mean?"
Ilia was quiet for a moment. Her eyes flashed with the panic of guilt. It was too late to stop now. "I'm just saying…what if someone else is causin' him all this pain?"
Colin straightened up and Ilia stopped rubbing his back. There were splotches of water from her soapy hands, but that seemed the least of his concerns. "Who else could it be then?"
Ilia sighed. "I don't wanna' be the one to throw accusations, but we don't really know everyone we're travelin' with that well. I trust Tifa and Zelda, but what about Kari or Midna? They always act so secluded and mysterious."
The intense look Colin gave her sent chills down her spine. "Kari is my friend. Don't talk about him like that."
The ranch girl swallowed hard. "Sorry, I was just thinking out loud." She returned her hands to her sides as the two sat awkwardly for a moment or so. "What do you think of Midna? She seems to know Link pretty well. And I don't really like the way she talks to him sometimes."
Two birds flew in front of them, one persistently chasing the other. The first bird rested for a few seconds in a tree branch. Once the second arrived, however, the first darted off and the chase began anew.
"Ilia, can I ask you a question?" Colin asked thoughtfully.
"Sure," she responded. Her mouth curled into a smirk. "Doesn't mean I'll answer it."
Colin forced a quiet laugh. "Fair enough." He clasped his hands in front of him and leaned forward on his legs. "Ilia, do you still…you know…love him?" He paused as he tried to find the right words. "Is that why you're so suspicious of everyone?"
Ilia scowled fiercely at him. She rose sharply to her feet and crossed her arms defensively. "What kind of question is that?"
Colin shrugged his shoulders, although a hint of red began to dot his cheeks. "I was just wondering. You seem awfully concerned about the people he's with."
Ilia sighed in frustration as she tried to keep her voice polite. Colin noticed a slight tug on the corner of her lips as she tried to maintain a smile. "Y'know, I should really get back to doing laundry. Did you need anything washed?"
Colin shook his head.
The ranch girl nodded and rushed over to the Kokiri Girl. "Hey Tifa, how would you like to play a game of hide-and-seek? I need you to find someone to help me with this dirty laundry."
Colin just shrugged his shoulders. He picked up his pad and writing utensil. A classic Ordonian tune came to his whistling lips as he continued sketching.
He would never understand women.
It took another several days before the company finally left the hilly plain that separated Holodrum from Labrynna. Tempers rose as their food began to dwindle and exhaustion set in for some. Wild animals and monsters confronted them on several occasions, but none of the encounters were so overwhelming that the warriors couldn't handle it. The group continued to cover ground each day. Colin trained with Link and improved steadily as they traveled, but he realized he still had a ways to go if he was going to defeat Atrayu.
After emerging from the hills, the company reached a thick forest. The dense canopy made finding the path difficult at times. Luckily, there were enough animals to hunt that the company was able to supplement their low food supply. Tifa felt right at home in the forest, but everyone else couldn't wait to leave. Fortunately, the weary travelers eventually forged through the sea of trees a few days later where their destination awaited them.
The kingdom of Labrynna was a prosperous land and one of Hyrule's closest allies, sharing the nation's southwest border while being directly west of Holodrum. Two mountain ranges separated it from its neighbors, Talus Peaks to the northwest and the Rolling Ridge to the northeast. The second of these two large peaks stretched further into Hylian territory where they eventually whittled down into the Ordonian hills that Link was so familiar with. At the very heart of Labrynna, right by the southern coast, lay the large settlement of Lynna Village. Many of its inhabitants lived off the sea as sailors or fishermen, and those who didn't had some other connection to its life-sustaining waters. These proud men boasted stories of their adventures, including tales of the Zora, Crescent Island, and the ominous Sea of No Return. The fresh fish they caught were exported to Hyrule and other parts of the continent.
North of the village lay the grand palace of Labrynna's ruler, Queen Ambi. A close friend of Zelda, she worked closely with Hyrule's monarch to ensure strong relations between their two countries. Despite being slightly older than Zelda, the two women had taken the throne around the same time. While Hyrule struggled with Zant's first invasion, Labrynna went through a crisis of its own. The assassination of the previous king by a group of bandits had thrown the nation on the brink of civil war. Luckily, the thieves were caught before fighting broke out, but the uncertainty of the nation's future remained. It was with hesitancy that Queen Ambi took the throne and attempted to restore order to the shaken nation. Her plight resonated with her childhood friend, Princess Zelda, and the two vowed to help one another rebuild.
When Zant invaded Hyrule a second time, Ambi was more than willing to lend assistance. As soon as Labrynna's diplomat returned from the council of the great nations, she had her advisers gather a portion of their army to send to Hyrule. Much to her surprise, her soldiers returned unscratched a week later bearing news from the Duke of Crimea that the war was already won but Zelda was not to be found. The following weeks passed in agony for the young woman as she worried ceaselessly for her friend. At least, until a letter was handed to her only a few days ago.
Strangely, this letter lacked the royal seal that all of Zelda's others possessed. Still, the handwriting belonged to the monarch; there was no forging her elegant calligraphy perfected by years of practice. The letter was short on details; the words themselves took up no more than half the parchment. It was just enough to inform Ambi to expect the presence of her and her companions and request appropriate accommodations upon their arrival. Of course, the queen of Labrynna was ecstatic to hear of her visit and would grant the request without hesitation. Still, in the back of her mind, she wondered about the sudden unannounced visit. Little did she know, as she pondered these thoughts, her guests were closer than expected.
The small group of weary travelers drew several curious stares as they walked through the quiet, unpaved streets to the palace. Several, especially Colin, Tifa, and Ilia, were ecstatic to see civilization for the first time in several weeks. Zelda lead the procession, pointing to the large building in the distance and giving her companions some encouragement. Kari, Link, and Midna walked in silence while the rest took in the sights. They frowned in disappointment as they saw how primitive the village was compared to the robust Horon Village. Canoes and fishing nets were scattered all over the sandy shore. The rhythmic swooshing of the waves carried from the sea and the strong scent of salt stimulated their nostrils, causing Tifa to lick the air curiously. As they passed through the village, they noticed one small shop, but the rest of the buildings were shanty wooden structures bound together by dried straw.
Link raised a hand to massage his temple as he walked. So many thoughts and worries were running through his head that it hurt. His brain pounded against his skull like a hammer. He could barely hear the conversations of his companions as his thoughts drowned out the outside world and consumed him. His mind recalled memories from his first adventure; somehow he remembered things being much simpler during those days. There were dangers and monsters back then, yes, but he always had Midna and his natural instincts to depend on. Somehow, things seemed more complicated now.
Maybe I would be better off on my own. Things would be so much easier.
The thought was awfully enticing, so he chewed on it a little longer. He wouldn't have to worry about Colin. Or his feelings for Midna. Or the passing of Rusl. And most appealing of all, he could transform whenever he wanted.
The hero shivered as the thought ran through his mind like a hidden delight. Ever since his fight with Atrayu, the urge to become a wolf returned stronger than before. Even now, his fingers trembled slightly with anticipation as he awaited an opportunity to be alone and cover himself in fur. The complexities and worries of life would fade into oblivion beneath the feral instinct that dwelt deep inside him. Yet, part of him also feared that transformation. With the wolf becoming stronger within him, he felt his restraint on it slowly loosening. At times, an unnatural lust for blood and battle would come over him that was both foreign and satisfying. He feared the day where his restraint would snap like a broken collar. There was no telling what horrors might unfold.
Was the wolf a part of him or was he a part of the wolf?
Midna looked at the hero with concern in her eyes. Her voice snapped the hero back to reality.
"Keep spacing out and you'll walk right into a wall, Link."
The hero shook his head. He paused a moment as her comment registered. He faked a smile. "That's impossible. I have reflexes like a cat."
The twilight princess raised an eyebrow. "Strange. You seem more like a slobbering mutt to me."
Link's face soured. "Well, I guess that makes you slower than a moblin."
Midna looked at him speechless for a couple of second. "What's that?"
"Never mind." The hero turned his attention to the road in front. A large building loomed ahead of them. "I think we're here."
They had stopped in front of a large stone wall blocked by two large iron gates. Carved into the iron were various pictures from throughout Labrynna's history, including a rendition of its first king, a large crowd of humans and Gorons gathering to celebrate the unification of the country, and a picture of a strange harp. Two guards stood at the entrance in full armor with short swords brandished at their waists. Zelda spoke to them while the others waited.
Kari examined the designs on the door and focused on the harp in particular. He squinted his eyes and felt the smooth bumps of the carving with his finger. "What is this instrument?" He asked to no one in particular.
The guard pulled a small string, ringing a bell atop the gate that sent an echoing ring to signal the arrival of guests. While gears squealed to life hidden behind the wall to open the gate, Zelda walked to the Sheikah and answered his question.
"That, Kari, is what we have come for. It is called the Harp of Ages." Her eyes turned to the gates as she heard the gears behind rattle to life. "It is said that its wielder can travel through time like a boat on the ocean, to whatever destination they wish. Labrynna, after all, is called the Land of Ages. This instrument is the symbol of their nation."
Midna rolled her eyes. "You mean like the Rod of Seasons was to Holodrum?" She looked bitterly to the castle. "Oh great. More political dogs to deal with. Good thing there's plenty of bones to go around."
The Sheikah spun around. "We needed to bring bones?"
The Twili laughed to herself and shook her head. Zelda stifled a quiet chuckle as well.
Kari's eyes grew thoughtful. "Wait…bones for humans?" He paused as the realization hit him. "Is this more of your strange humor?"
Midna placed a passing hand on his shoulder, causing him to tense. "You're getting better…but still a little slow to the finish line, Kari." The proud shadow warrior just turned his face and pretended to distract himself with a couple of lizards scampering on the ground nearby.
The large iron gates slowly came to a halt, yielding passage into the castle where an envoy and two more guards awaited them. The envoy was a plump man with a jolly face and pale skin. His doublet barely contained his large girth, but his jovial manner and large smile made the newcomers instantly feel at home.
"Welcome to Labrynna, Queen Zelda. We are honored to have you and your friends as our honored guests." He gave a short bow. Midna chuckled to herself as the jovial ball was careful not to go too far lest he fall and roll over. The man straightened himself and continued speaking. "My name is Corliss. If you will but follow me, I will take you to Queen Ambi."
He began to lead and they followed, the guards flanking the procession on both sides. The entry garden they passed through was just in the mid-autumn blooms. Most of the summer flowers had already run their course, but there were a few marigolds, popples, roses, acacias, and carnations lending their beautiful colors in a wonderful collage. Even the trees planted throughout the garden joined in the scene with their colorful leaves. The entire atmosphere smelled like a perfume shop. A small river decorated with stone masonry flowed through the center of the garden, causing the main path to cross over a tiny footbridge. The rippling of the water and the abundant plant life gave the illusion of a forest; through the various shrubberies they could barely make out the marble of the palace.
The inside of the palace was no less impressive as Queen Ambi had taken every effort to lift the atmosphere with bright colors and simplistic but effective decorations. Torches burned on either side of the main hallway, sitting atop bronze columns on either wall. Stain glass windows cast beams of light onto the velvet carpet, which felt like soft grass beneath their shoes. Just like the garden, there were large amounts of plants on either side; some hung from hooks on the columns while others sat gently in ceramic pots on carved oak tables. Between the columns were busts of past Labrynnan monarchs carved in marble, while large water-colored landscapes adorned much of the remaining wall space.
After proceeding through the elaborate halls for a short time, they came to the throne room. The velvet carpet they had followed met its end at a plush scarlet throne where Ambi herself sat. The Queen, despite her youthful appearance, was slightly older than Zelda. Much of her hair was hidden behind a navy-blue butterfly hat, while her royal dress had a simple white and soft pink pattern. Her skin was fair but her demeanor calm as she casually discussed business with the crowd of advisers around her.
Ambi's face lit up immediately when she caught sight of Zelda. She quickly waved her advisers away and rose from her throne. The crowd of grumpy old men looked at the unexpected guests and shuffled out a side exit, grumbling and complaining about not getting any work done with such constant interruptions.
Much to everyone's surprise, Ambi and Zelda ran to one another like giddy children and embraced. With royal customs and personas cast to the wayside, they were nothing more than two good friends overjoyed to see one another, if only for a moment.
"It is so good to see you, Zelda," the monarch of Labrynna exclaimed when they had finished hugging. She observed the young woman up and down, taking notice of her casual attire. "Interesting taste in clothing. Is that the latest style in Hyrule these days?"
The monarch shook her head as she looked at her traveling outfit. "No, these are more practical than anything else. But much has happened that I must fill you in on."
Ambi clapped excitedly. "Yes, you must. When I saw your letter, I was overjoyed to hear you were safe. However, I must confess my curiosity of why you are here. Is everything okay?"
Zelda smiled politely and shrugged her shoulders. "We have much to talk about, friend. But first, I believe some of my companions and I could use some rest." She cast a quick glance to to the weary bunch. They all stood in awkward silence observing the throne room while they awaited instructions.
Ambi smiled. "But of course." She clapped twice, causing Corliss to step forward. "I will have a marvelous feast to celebrate your arrival. I have a few other guests I would like you to meet as well, and it will provide a more comfortable atmosphere for conversation. In the meantime, I will have Corliss show you and your companions to their accommodations."
Kari stepped forward and shook his head. "All of this is not necessary. We have lived off berries and wild game for several weeks now. We can provide for ourselves."
Ilia jabbed him sharply in the ribs, causing him to double over. "Quiet! I don't want to eat another wild animal if I don't have to."
Ambi chuckled and motioned for Corliss to lead them out with a tilt of her head. The envoy bowed and began to walk out of the throne room, beckoning for them to follow with his hand. Like sheep pursuing a shepherd, they followed him out and down a series of halls. Midna, and Zelda were eachgiven an individual room, whereas Colin and Kari shared one room while Tifa and Ilia shared another. One by one, each of the weary travelers shuffled into their respective room and closed the door to freshen up for dinner. Eventually, only Link and Corliss remained.
"And this, Sir Link, is your room." Corliss pushed the door slightly open, his trademark smile still brightening his face. "Dinner will be ready in a few hours. Should you need to find your companions, their rooms are just down the hall."
The hero thanked him, and the jolly man soon took off down the hall the same way he had come, the sound of his elegant shoes scuffing against the carpeted floor. Link pushed the door open and shuffled over to the canopy bed. As he dropped his equipment onto the soft, feather bed, he paid no mind to the cushioned pillows or the satin sheets that awaited him. As he closed the maroon tapestries in the window, he paid no attention to their intricate design or the incredible view his room offered. The many foreign plants adorning the room and the brilliantly crafted statue in the corner could not divert his attention for all their glory as he approached the door and locked it.
Indeed, there was only one thing on the hero's mind; had been only one thing since he arrived in Labrynna. He walked over to the crackling fireplace and felt the warmth of the hearth against his skin. His body tingled as he felt the sharp pain of the transformation take place, the Triforce on his left hand glowing ever so softly. As a coat of warm, silver fur encased him, the hero rested his large snout on the plush carpet near the fireplace and curled his tail comfortably around his legs. As the wolf closed his eyes and felt the heat against his face, a voice in the back of his mind urged him to prepare for the dinner; he paid it no mind. At last, he was feral and alone, and not even a royal banquet would pull him away from that.
Zelda had to admit it was strange being in a dress again after traveling through the wilderness for so long. Much to her delight, Queen Ambi had provided her with quite a large selection in her closet to choose from. In the end, after washing up, she decided on a sleeveless red dress with an accompanying fur coat to cover her shoulders. Her hair was tied back in a long ponytail, and atop her head sat the royal crown she had kept hidden amongst her things. As it sat softly in her hair, she felt like royalty again for better or for worse. She had to laugh as she looked down at the unsightly travel boots that clashed with her otherwise elegant attire; there were simply no other shoes available in her size.
As she strode down the hall to where the banquet was to be held, she had to remind herself that she was the guest this time. Official business would be discussed, this she knew, but at least she would be able to relax a little. Ambi was an old friend, after all.
A door squealed open in front of her, and the monarch stopped to observe a young woman with flowing blue hair walk through the doorway. Her full-body sleeveless dress faded into several shades of indigo and azure, and golden jewelry hung around her neck and arms. Her cobalt-colored sandals tapped softly against the round to some unknown rhythm, and her arm held a beautiful harp tight against her side.
The mysterious young woman looked at Zelda with cerulean eyes that matched the monarch's own. Her eyes closed and she flashed a quick smile. "Excuse me, would you know how to get to the banquet hall? I seem to have forgotten the way."
Zelda smiled and motioned for her to follow with her hand. "Really? I was headed there myself. You may join me if you like." The young woman nodded and walked beside the monarch, her light frame barely making any sound on the floor.
The two turned down a hall and passed several torches and large paintings. As they walked, the young woman hummed a mysterious tune. Zelda stole a quick glance at the harp beneath her arm and smiled.
"That's a lovely instrument you have there. Did you make it yourself?"
The young woman seemed slightly surprised. Her eyes looked bashfully at the instrument. "Oh, why thank you." She replied somewhat absentmindedly. "It was given to me a long time ago. You could say it's a family heirloom."
Zelda nodded, stopping for a moment to admire the craftsmanship. "What a beautiful heirloom." Her eyes met those of the young woman. "My name is Zelda, by the way." She ventured. "What about you?"
The young woman looked away for a second before making eye contact. "I am called Nayru. It is a pleasure to meet you, Zelda." She held out the intricately designed harp. "Would you like to hold it?"
The monarch was slightly surprised. She reluctantly accepted the offer and took the harp in her hands. As she looked over the instrument, she noticed the more intricate details of the design. Unlike most harps, it was a circular shape equally divided into two colored halves: magenta and blue. The top was decorated with three golden cones and a central jewel. The six strings used to play the notes were attached at different angles to the bottom arc. Being sensitive to magical energies, Zelda instantly sensed ancient power coursing through the instrument. Though she didn't say anything, intuition told her this was the Harp of Ages they had come searching for. What she couldn't explain was her sudden fascination with it.
She handed the instrument back to Nayru and the two continued down the walkway until they reached the banquet hall. As they opened the large wainscot doors, they were greeted by a large cloth-covered table filled with candles, silver plates, and eating utensils. Most of her companions had already arrived, although one chair was noticeably empty. The room was filled with plants like the rest of the palace, and a large chandelier hung overhead for ambiance. The hall was filled with the chatter from the small party of dinner guests, consisting of Ambi, Nayru, one other young woman, and Zelda's companions. None of the food had been served yet, but the tasty aromas from the nearby kitchen did much to whet everyone's appetites. Zelda took her seat next to the ruler of Labrynna, while Nayru sat beside a green-haired woman the monarch didn't recognize.
"I hope you brought your appetite," Ambi whispered to Zelda.
The monarch chuckled. "Anything is better than what I have eaten for the past month."
She nodded, taking a quick inspection of which guests had yet to arrive. She elbowed Zelda gently under the table. "Say, aren't we missing one of your companions?"
Zelda's brows raised as she began to look up to the table. She saw Colin looking anxiously between his plate and the kitchen door. Midna had her arms crossed and her eyes wandered around the room in boredom. Kari looked questioningly at the utensils in front of him, carefully inspecting the fork and knife to figure out how to use them. Ilia let Tifa sit on her lap since the poor Kokiri girl was too short to reach the table with conventional chairs. Tatl perched on the back of the chair, preparing for a snooze.
"Come to think of it, I don't see Link," Zelda commented. She shrugged his shoulders. "Perhaps he just needs a bit more time."
At that moment, the doors from the kitchen burst open as kitchen servants came bearing the first course of the meal. All of the eager guests watched in silent anticipation as the covers were taken off to reveal roasted cuckoo with sides of potatoes and bread. The steam rolled off the cooked bird and soared to the chandelier above. The servants walked around the table passing out the food until everyone was served.
Ilia's face soured as she looked at the cuckoo placed on her plate as if it were garbage. "Why do we always eat meat? Can't we have just vegetables for a change?"
Kari grunted. "Vegetables are for those who cannot hunt." He took the knife and stabbed the meat savagely. When the utensil simply stuck into the meat, he tried to stab it with the fork but yielded the same result.
Ilia rolled her eyes. "At least I can use normal eating utensils."
Kari furrowed his brows in concentration. "It is not my fault you Hylians use such strange tools." Ilia just ignored his comment and picked at her bread and potatoes.
Ambi watched in mild horror as Zelda's guests attacked the food with little reserve or elegance. The rattling of utensils against plates and the noise of loud chewing restricted the flow of conversation. Neither she nor Zelda had finished their first plate, and Colin was already on his second. Splotches of food were all over Tifa's face, while Ilia ate everything but the meat. Kari still couldn't figure out how to use human eating utensils; in frustration he finally contented himself to eat with his hands. Midna merely stared coldly at her food without touching it. Link's chair was still empty.
"I see your guests lack proper social etiquette," Ambi said somewhat appalled.
Zelda's cheeks turned a hint of red. "Well, not everyone was raised in the court like we were, Ambi."
The queen of Labrynna nodded hesitantly. "This is true. I suppose we cannot begrudge them for their upbringing. Still, I wish you had taught them something before bringing them here." Zelda just laughed.
Before long, the second round of plates came through the kitchen doors full of delectable pastries from Labrynna's best bakers. The weary travelers attacked the platter like a pack of wolves as soon as it was placed on the table. Zelda and Ambi watched on the sidelines in mild horror, content to distract themselves with their own idle chatter. Zelda occasionally glanced at Nayru and the other mysterious guest out of the corner of her eye. The two were having their own conversation. She couldn't figure out who they were or why they were here, but hopefully she would learn soon. As it turned out, she didn't have to wait long.
"Attention everyone," Ambi called out once she thought everyone had had their fill. Slowly, the clinking of utensils on plates came to a halt and the dinner guests directed their attention towards her. She smiled like a good hostess was supposed to. "Now that we are all rested, I would like all of you to meet two of our honored guests tonight." She looked over to Nayru and the other woman. "Go ahead ladies, introduce yourselves."
Nayru was the first to stand. She smiled and gave a small curtsy. "Hello, my name is Nayru." She was quick to sit back down.
The other young woman was a stark contrast to Nayru's quiet nature. Her vibrant green hair was placed into two buns at the sides, while her green dress had puffed sleeves and strings of blue fabric that resembled flower petals. Her bright green eyes and large smile gave her the appearance of a Kokiri. She looked at the curious table. "Hello everyone. My name is Farore. It's so nice to meet you all."
Zelda furrowed her brows in concentration. "Would you happen to know Din?"
Farore's eyes brightened. "Actually, she's the reason why we're here."
The monarch nodded. "Then are you oracles as well?"
Farore smiled knowingly. "You indeed are wise, Bearer of Wisdom." Zelda's lips curled in a subtle display of surprise. The green-haired girl noticed the gesture and laughed. "Don't be surprised. I am the Oracle of Secrets; there are few things that I do not know."
Kari looked to the other young woman. "So Nayru is…"
"The Oracle of Ages," Nayru said softly. She remained in her chair, but a little red came to her soft cheeks.
"So what brings you to Labrynna?" Zelda asked. She turned to Ambi. "Did you summon them here?"
The queen of Labrynna shook her head. "No, they came to me shortly after I received your letter. It is quite amazing, really, how the timing worked out."
Farore nodded her head. "I will explain. For some time now, Farore and I have isolated ourselves from the affairs of Labrynna and its people, choosing instead to live solitary lives spent praying for the world's safety. A little while ago, we felt an evil presence unlike anything we've ever felt before come into this world. We were unsure of what to make of it at first, but we knew something had to be done. Before long, the Goddesses appeared to us in a dream. They told us in order to stop it, we needed to travel to Labrynna and meet with the ones they had chosen to fight it." She tilted her head to the side. "And so here we are."
Tifa's eyes lit up. Chocolate was smudged all over her little Kokiri lips. "So do you dance with Din a lot?"
Farore shrugged her shoulders. "We don't really dance, little one. Nayru can sing well and play the harp, but I've never had much musical talent." She looked around at her listeners. "Besides, Din loves people too much to spend her life in solitude."
"Actually, she sent us a letter shortly after you left Holodrum." Nayru added. She paused for a moment as she placed the Harp of Ages on the table. "She said you might need this."
Colin looked at the instrument curiously. "What is it? It looks kinda familiar."
"That is the Harp of Ages. The very reason why we came here," Zelda said. Her eyes didn't leave the instrument. "Do you remember how I showed you the design on the door?"
The swordsman shook his head. "Kinda. I think I was more concerned with food at the time." Several of the guests chuckled softly as Colin looked at the instrument. "So you mean we can just have it? We don't have to pay you rupees for it or anything?"
Nayru smiled at the ranch boy. "Of course you can have it. No rupees needed. Din told us about what happened in Holodrum; we couldn't believe it. These are dark times, and we wish to do whatever we can to aid the will of the Goddesses."
Kari looked at the Harp of Ages and then to his companions. "So how do we use it to awaken a sage?"
Midna glared at the Sheikah. "Please tell me you just learned sarcasm."
The Sheikah shook his head. "I am afraid that concept still eludes me." His gaze turned back to the instrument. "It would be easier if I knew who the sage was."
The silence that followed was incredibly awkward.
At last, Zelda muttered the obvious fact. "We never thought much about it. We were fortunate with Tifa, but the other chosen ones could be miles from here."
Midna chuckled bitterly to herself. "Great…we came all this way and for what? We have a conductor, an ocarina, and now a harp. Why try to save the world when we can form our own traveling band?"
"Midna!" Zelda admonished.
The twilight princess merely shrugged her shoulders and rose from her chair. "Do what you want. Wake me up if you think of something useful."
The table was silent as she left the room and rattled the door behind her. Ilia stretched her arms and stared blankly at the leftover crumbs on her plate. "Someone pulled her tail too tightly."
Ambi laughed nervously as she tried to lighten the situation. "Well, what can you tell us, Farore? You seem to know an awful lot."
The Oracle of Secrets looked to Zelda and her companions. "Well, why would the Goddesses give you the instrument if the sage was not already present? My intuition says the sages you need are already in this room."
Zelda looked with inspiration at the Kokiri girl on Ilia's lap. "Tifa, do you remember what it felt like just before you awakened as the Sage of the Forest?"
The forest sage frowned for a moment in thought. "Well, I remember sleeping a lot. And I was really fascinated by Link's ocarina. I could sit and listen to it for hours while he played. Anytime he let me hold it, it was like I was coming home."
Nayru snapped a finger. "Then each sage must have a specific connection with their respective instrument. Almost like it is calling out to their spirit." She looked to the Hylian monarch. "Wouldn't you agree, Zelda?"
She instantly understood the implication behind Nayru's words. The monarch had made no effort to hide her fascination with the harp. That, combined with the fact that her patron goddess, Nayru, was often referred to as the goddess of time, seemed to confirm her words. Zelda closed her eyes and bowed her head as if she were being knighted. "If I am to be one of the chosen sages, then I will humbly accept the task appointed to me by the Three."
Kari nodded his head. "But that still leaves the Rod of Seasons."
Colin looked around to the empty chair. "But doesn't Link have it?"
Ilia's cheeks were redder than a tomato. "Well, actually…I've been holdin' onto it for safe keepings. It was just too pretty to let him dirty it up."
Ambi looked to the embarrassed ranch girl. "So do you still have it?"
She nodded quickly. "Yeah…I hid it in my room for safekeeping."
Farore nodded approvingly. "Which means that you might be…"
Colin's mouth dropped. He looked dumbfounded at Ilia with eyes wider than marbles. "Ilia? A sage?"
The poor ranch girl wanted to crawl under the table. "Wait? What? Me?" She paused as the idea slowly started to sink in. "I suppose…I mean if you all think so. I guess there's only one way to find out." She scooted Tifa off her lap and rose from her chair. "I can get it if ya'll would like."
Zelda also rose from her chair. "I will accompany you. I know it must be a lot to process."
The two women left the banquet hall temporarily, leaving the rest of the guests unsure of what to do. Ambi called for more pastries, and the guests consumed them more out of boredom than any sense of hunger or appetite. All except for Colin.
"You know…" the Ordonian thought out loud as he finished chewing another pastry, "is it just me or are all the sages girls? Do you think the Goddesses show favoritism?" His comment drew a quiet chuckle.
A few minutes later and the two women returned with the Rod of Seasons. Ilia sat down uncomfortably with the artifact across her chest, and Zelda retrieved the Harp of Ages from Nayru. Throughout the entire time, Kari had been going over different songs he knew, trying to think of which one he would need to conduct.
The three of them stood up. Kari looked awkwardly between the two women. "I do not know which song is the correct one, but I will try my best."
He looked to Ilia first. "Now, if memory serves, I believe the Rod of Seasons belongs to the Sage of Fire. Someone with a lively personality and a strong will. They are loyal to their friends…but also have a hot temper and little patience." He paused for a moment. "That last part seems to fit."
The ranch girl glowered at him. "I dare you to keep talking."
The Sheikah ignored her comment. "Now, I'm going to try playing the Bolero of Fire. Since the Rod of Seasons isn't an instrument, just hold it and we'll see what happens."
Ilia did as she was instructed but looked at the Sheikah with contempt. She gripped the rod close to her chest and sat down in her chair. Kari slid his baton into his hand and began to conduct a song from memory. A ringing echoed from the silver instrument as he moved it in various directions. The ranch girl closed her eyes and let the ringing penetrate her mind and resonate with her spirit. She began to sing in tune with the ringing and tapped the rod in her hand. Images of flames danced on her eyelids; Death Mountain erupted with lava and large burning rocks slammed to the ground. As the dust settled, everything blackened until only the Rod of Seasons came into sight.
The Sage of Fire had awakened.
When Kari finished conducting his tune, he glanced at the startled ranch girl. "Was it the right song? Do you feel any different?"
Everyone waited in silence as Ilia finished humming to herself. She opened her eyes. The significance of her destiny hadn't quite dawned on her yet. "I do and I don't. I understand I'm the Sage of Fire now, but I'm still mad at you for your comment."
Colin chuckled. "She's still the same Ilia."
Ilia glared in his direction but with a softer expression. "Give me a break. I'm still trying to grasp this whole sage thing."
Farore bounced excitedly in her chair. "It really is an amazing experience. It will take you some time before you understand what exactly it means and what it allows you to do, but you will come to value it." These words seemed to comfort the ranch girl.
Kari turned to Zelda, who had the Harp of Ages. "Now, it's your turn. Are you ready?"
Zelda smiled apprehensively. "With all the other responsibilities I have, what's one more? I'm ready when you are."
Kari nodded. "I believe the Harp of Ages belongs to the Sage of Water. So I will try conducting the Serenade of Water."
Zelda closed her eyes as the Sheikah began to conduct another tune. As with Ilia, a ringing echoed from his baton with the various notes. He played a sad, soothing melody that gradually rose in pitch. The song was short but sweet.
"Do you feel any different?" he asked when he had finished.
The monarch loosened her grip on the harp and opened her eyes. "Sadly, no."
The Sheikah frowned in confusion. "Strange. I thought I conducted the right song." He looked thoughtfully at the Wind Waker while he figured out his mistake. At last, he slapped his forehead and shook his head. "Ah, of course! The Harp of Ages belongs to the Sage of Light. So I must play the Prelude of Light."
Colin whispered in Ilia's ear. "How does he know all this?"
The ranch girl shrugged her shoulders. "No idea. Guess we just have to trust his judgment."
Kari looked at Zelda. "Sorry about the mistake. I know I have the right song this time."
The monarch nodded politely. "I am ready when you are."
For the second try, Kari conducted a more upbeat tune with higher notes. After a few seconds, Zelda closed her eyes and joined in the melody on the harp. The arrangement carried images to her eyelids as well. Pictures of the Sacred Realm and the ancient Temple of Time appeared on her eyelids as the melody stirred her spirit awake. She felt a power stir inside her differed from the Triforce, one she was not familiar with.
Kari brought his melody to a close. "Well?" He looked at her expectantly.
Zelda opened her eyes and nodded. "You picked the right song this time. I feel different, but I don't. It's really difficult to explain."
Ilia nodded. "Exactly. I think Tifa might be the only one who can understand."
The Kokiri girl laughed. "It's like coming home from a long trip. Or waking up from a long nap." She hopped excitedly in her chair. "Now you two are like me. We're sisters!"
Zelda and Ilia weren't quite sure how to respond. Part of that was from the shock that still gripped them. Although they didn't quite understand the significance of their awakenings, they could comprehend that they were the ones who had to stop Mudora now. The two women smiled at each other but didn't say anything. Seeing their hesitation, Ambi came to the rescue.
"Well, we have had quite an eventful dinner here. I am glad that everything worked out in the end. I would like to propose one last toast to the Goddesses and their triumph over evil before we retire for the evening."
The clinking of goblets and the shouting of the toast signaled the end of the dinner. Gradually, everyone began to rise from their chairs and shuffle out of the great hall as servants emerged from the kitchen like mice to clean up the mess. Zelda was just about to leave for her room when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around to find Ambi smiling at her.
"And where are you headed? I thought we were going to have a chat. Woman to woman?"
Zelda managed a tired grin. "Very well, Ambi. I just pray I do not fall asleep in the midst of it."
The Labrynnan monarch smirked. "Then we will just have to keep the conversation lively."
The two women headed for Ambi's private chambers, located in a wing of the palace separate from the guest hall. Zelda had been in the room several times before—she and Ambi frequently had private discussions here where they knew they wouldn't be disturbed. They reclined in two soft, leather chairs by the fireplace while Ambi's personal maidservant brought hot tea for the both of them. They let their cares melt away in the fireplace while they listened to the hypnotic crackling of the firewood. Zelda always loved observing the fresco on the ceiling above depicting the night sky and its various constellations. It was surprisingly accurate and served as a great way to reinforce childhood astronomy lessons.
"You know…if I stay here much longer, I will fall asleep," Zelda joked. She continued to stare entranced at the painted stars above.
Ambi leaned over in her chair. She had taken off her butterfly hat long ago and now let her red hair flow wild and untamed across her shoulders. "Well, then tell me about Hyrule. It has been so long since I personally visited. You know how it is…royal duties and all."
Zelda took a deep breath. "I wish I knew. It's been over a month since I have been home. I think about my people every day."
Ambi lifted the cup from the nearby table and placed it to her lips. After a quick sip, she placed the cup down. "Really? Why have you been away for so long?"
The Hylian monarch's eyes dropped. "It's a long story, but the main reason is to stop whatever evil Zant has managed to awaken. His name is Mudora, I believe." She looked imploringly at her friend. "I just don't know, Ambi. Did I make the right choice? Should I have stayed behind and watched my country?"
Ambi looked away to the hearth. "I will not lie to you, Zelda. I did not like the reports my soldiers gave me when they returned from Hyrule. Much of it has been ravaged by the war; there seems to be very little food left, and many of the people seemed anxious and uneasy, especially with winter only a few months away."
Zelda sighed. "My fears are realized then."
She turned back to Zelda. "The Duke of Crimea seems to be doing his best to take care of things. Besides, if you had not come, the sage inside of you would have never awakened.
The fire suddenly popped louder than usual, causing both women to jump in surprise. They shared a quiet chuckle, but Zelda's face quickly turned serious.
"I actually don't know how I feel about being the Sage of Light. It is certainly an honor, but it also complicates things. Now my companions need me more than before, but so does Hyrule." She placed her hands on her temples. "There's just no easy way out."
Ambi leaned forward in her chair. "Zelda, just relax. Trust in the Goddesses and they won't lead you astray. They know what they're doing."
Zelda smiled. "Thank you, Ambi. Sometimes I need a good reminder."
The Labrynnan monarch nodded her head. "That's what friends are for. But let us move onto lighter conversation." A devious smirk crept onto her lips. "So why was that handsome hero of yours not at dinner tonight?"
Zelda smiled playfully. "How should I know? I am not his mother."
Ambi nodded approvingly. "No, this is true. But you could be something else to him."
"Ambi!" Zelda blushed and gave her friend a playful punch.
The mischievous young woman folded her hands in front of her chest. "I am just saying…he is available and it is about time you found a suitor."
Zelda shook her head. "I will have none of that. He and I live in two completely different worlds."
Ambi sighed reluctantly. "Well, what do you think of him? How well do you know each other?"
The Hylian monarch folded her hands defensively. "We have had a number of conversations in our time together, but that is all. In that time, I have developed a strong respect and admiration for him but nothing more."
"Nothing more, huh?" Ambi repeated, clearly unconvinced. "Well, I suppose I will just have to intervene then."
"What does that mean?"
There was a twinkle in Ambi's eye. "Oh, nothing major. I was just thinking of hosting a grand ball to celebrate your presence here in Labrynna. Maybe sometime in the next few days. There will be lots of food and merrymaking, and, of course, dancing. Most people will expect you to come with a male escort. You know how nobles are."
Zelda scowled playfully at her friend. "Ambi, you're terrible! You've backed me into a corner." She stretched her arms as she released a loud yawn. "Well, I should get going. We will discuss this later, but I need to rest. Otherwise I might fall asleep on my way to my room." She rose from her chair, tucked the Harp of Ages beneath her arm, and walked towards the door. Ambi soon joined her and the two gave each other a quick embrace.
"Good night, Zelda." Ambi said.
"You too, Ambi."
The Hylian monarch exited the queen's chamber and slowly trudged down the hallway. It felt like weights were attached to her legs, and her eyes refused to stay open. Even so, she managed to finally make it to the hall where her companions' rooms were located. While her body was drained, her mind buzzed with the events of the past day. There was much to think about and no easy way to go about it.
She paused for a moment as she reached the door to Link's room. She hesitated for a moment; Ambi's playful taunts crossed her mind. She frowned at the comments and slowly brought her hand to tap softly against the door.
"I just want to make sure he is okay," she told herself.
There was silence as she waited patiently for a minute. She gave one final knock, this time a little louder. All that could be heard was the eerie silence of the hallway. She adjusted the harp underneath her arm and began to walk away. He must already be asleep.
Suddenly, the lock clicked and the wooden door slowly squealed open. A Hylian face with scraggly blonde hair and disoriented eyes greeted her. "Zelda, was that you?"
She turned sharply around to face him. "My apologies, Link. I did not mean to wake you."
He shook his head. "I wasn't really asleep." He looked to the harp in her hand and then back at her. "What's on your mind?"
The monarch looked into his eyes. "You missed quite a bit at dinner this evening. I just wanted to make sure everything was okay."
The hero grimaced. "Oh…dinner. I guess I must have overslept or something. You know…being tired from the hike and all." He looked to the ground. "So did I miss much?"
She didn't buy it for a second. He had more stamina than any average human; she was not about to believe a small hike had completely sapped him of his strength. "Well, it's late and I do not wish to wake anyone."
Link blushed for a moment. "Of course. Would you like to come inside? I forgot people are sleeping."
She hesitated for a second. "Well, it is improper for a queen to enter the bedroom of a man alone." She took a deep breath. "But I suppose if I am only there a few minutes, no harm can come of it."
This time, Link's face turned three shades redder. "Oh, I completely forgot about that. I would never try anything.I completely understand if…"
Zelda held up her hand. "Do not trouble yourself, Link. I trust you."
The hero shut his mouth and stepped aside to allow her to enter. The monarch cast a glance to the bed, which she immediately noticed had not been disturbed save for the pile of equipment thrown onto the top layer of sheets. She strategically chose a chair near the fireplace and let herself recline in it. If she didn't know better, she thought she saw strands of fur on the rug closest to the hearth, but perhaps it was just her eyes playing tricks on her. Link walked to his bed and grabbed the scabbard containing the Master Sword, mostly just to keep his hands busy. He chose a chair across from Zelda and sat down uncomfortably in it. The monarch smiled to herself as she saw how tense he was.
"You seem uptight. Do I intimidate you that much?" Zelda broke the ice.
Link shook his head. "It's not you. This chair is just hard to get comfortable in."
The monarch chuckled softly. "Has anyone ever told you that you are a terrible liar? Your gestures give you away. They are just too expressive."
The hero tensed again. "Am I that obvious?" He began to spin the scabbard nervously in his hands.
Zelda nodded. "I am afraid so. Even if you were mute, I could still tell what you were thinking."
She was able to muster a small laugh from the troubled hero.
"So do you want to talk about what's bothering you?" Zelda ventured.
The hero shook his head. "That's okay. I'd rather sort through it on my own."
"Well, is there anything I can do to help?" She offered.
Link thought for a moment. He pointed to the harp lying on her lap. "Where did you get that?"
She lifted the instrument and placed it firmly in her hands, feeling the tight strings with her fingertips. They vibrated, playing a few stray notes. "Well, that is one of the things I wanted to tell you. At dinner, we were able to obtain this: it's called the Harp of Ages. We also awakened two more sages; it turns out I am the Sage of Light and Ilia is the Sage of Fire."
The hero's eyes widened. "Ilia? A sage? Can't say I saw that one coming." He folded his arms and looked to the fire. "Guess I did miss quite a bit." He paused for a second. "So do you play the harp?"
She nodded. "A little. I had to take lessons as a little girl." She rolled her eyes. "You know…royalty have to be proficient at everything."
Link smiled. "I see. Well, why don't you play a song? Music always helps me relax."
Zelda looked at him and then to the harp. "Well, if you insist." She placed the base on her lap and held the rim with one hand. Her other hand began to feel along the strings to get a feel for the instrument. "Now what song to play?" She thought back to the song Nayru had hummed on their way to the dinner. She reviewed it over and over in her mind until she thought she had a feel for the notes. It was a short, staccato melody that didn't seem too difficult to replicate. She could at least attempt it.
Much to the monarch's surprise, her hands deftly and perfectly replicated the melody from her mind as if they had always known it. The melody enchanted the air and had both listener and musician enamored with its strange power. The harp itself seemed to glow brighter as the song flowed through the notes and approached its end.
Finally, Zelda finished the song and allowed the glowing harp to rest on her lap. She was perfectly tranquil when Link's voice snapped her out of a daydream.
"Umm, Zelda, I don't know what that song was, but it seems to be doing something." The hero rose from his chair and looked at the harp cautiously. The scabbard was still firmly in his hand. As she looked at the brilliantly glowing harp, she sensed magical energy stirring within.
"What's happening?"
Suddenly, a bright light burst forth from the harp and encased both of them. The two instinctively grabbed each other's hand as they saw a rift open in the ceiling above them. Though they struggled to hang on, there was no escaping its powerful tug. They felt their bodies pulled violently from the floor and into the glowing rift.
"HANG ON!" One of them called out as they were shot into the unknown.
And just like that, both of them completely disappeared, leaving the room entirely empty.
A/N- So I've been noticing that my chapters get progressively longer as the story goes on. Well…hope that's okay with everyone and hope everyone had a Merry Christmas! Happy New Year as well!
On a side note, I've been working on this story for two years now. Thanks to everyone who reads it for giving their support!