Twinxie's Note: It feels so weird writing my username…It reminds me of Twinkies so maybe that is why I chose it. Anyway, so this is my first time writing a chapter in this story, so let's hope it's good!
Gliss's Note: Yay! The second chapter already! I hope you guys enjoy it! Twinxie is an amazing author, so her chapter was already great before she even wrote it! XD
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Chapter 2: The Dream
"I mean, I just find it kind of ironic how you always reprimand me for not doing a better job of protecting her when I was the one that saved her earlier today!" Link's infuriatingly smug voice taunted the muscular woman in the garden.
"You irksome boy! I was not there and therefore not in a position to defend her! Should you receive praise for doing your job?" Impa countered. She promptly leaned back onto a tree and pierced the youth with her eyes.
A bubbly and slightly obnoxious laugh sounded in the air. Olek. "I wish I was there so that I could have saved her! That way she could see both my good and great sides!" The red head laughed.
A thump sounded as Impa hit the junior guard on the back of the head. "You keep your eyes on keeping the palace safe, boy, or I will personally remove them." Impa's voice was cold and left no room for disagreement.
Link laughed while Olek muttered a fearful apology and a 'Yes, ma'am.' They turned when they heard the sound of more people approaching.
Two voices came into the garden in a heated debate with flying insults that kept the bickering going. Ahnah, a counselor, and Frode, an advisor of the King's.
"Look, your political party is stupid. The King and I have the same political views and that is why he trusts me more than you." Ahnah said, her voice full of mockery.
"On the contrary, my views are more valuable because they bring in diversity, which is something you seem to lack seeing as how you wear the same clothes that all the elderly women wear. Maybe even the elderly men." Frode's green eyes danced to the jokes he made.
"You judge me while you wore my mother's petticoat when you got wine all over yours? You have no logic. This is why the king favor's me more and our political party."
"You are so closed minded! That is why I chose to make my political party the Liberepublidemotariacrats."
"That doesn't even exist, you fool!"
"Your mom doesn't exist." Olek put in, getting laughter and a few exasperated sighs in return.
"Is Paeon coming with the food?" Impa asked the two bickering adults.
"Aye, he had to inspect it first though. You know he is obsessed with people having healthy diets." Frode sighed. Paeon was the most stressed out doctor in Hyrule, but also the best.
"Kuiri let him do that? If I look questioningly at her food she'll tan my hide and tell me I don't know what 'good eat'n' looks like!" Link said incredulously.
"Here comes Paeon and Amala now!" Olek said. "Oh…Zelda is not with them. I wonder where she is?"
Link furrowed his brow in confusion. It was not like Zelda to skip out on a picnic with their friends. Where was she?
"We made it! I knew if we hurried we wouldn't be too late. My mother always told me this ancient proverb: Being punctual makes for good friendships and a healthy defecation." Paeon sat down on the grass, holding the basket filled with foods carefully in his arms.
"What the heck…?"
"Amala, where is Zelda? I thought she would be with you." Impa asked, ignoring the strange and obsessive healer.
Amala blushed at the attention as she responded in a timid voice. She joined the group on the ground before speaking. "She had an incident with the King. She ran to her chamber only moments ago and the guards noted that she looked upset. She probably won't be joining us and needs some alone time." The maid answered softly.
A rush of disappointed 'oh's went through the company. Link and Olek shared a concerned glance while Frode carried on normally with his mission of raiding the basket.
"Wait your turn, you hoarder!" Ahnah snatched the basket away.
"Don't snatch things, wench!" He snatched it back.
"Wench?" She echoed.
Paeon, who was hyperventilating because Frode offended him by snatching the basket in such a way, looked at Ahnah's arm. "Oh my!" He huffed and calmed himself. "It appears you've cut your arm!"
She stopped her assault on the advisor and looked at the doctor with a blank expression. "Oh this? It's just a paper cut because someone wanted to see if origamic swans flew faster than origamic mermaids."
"And the mermaids failed miserably." Frode added, not catching the dirty look Ahnah sent him. "They just fell to the ground like fish out of water. No pun intended."
"Heavens to Betsy!" Paeon leaped over to where she sat and began to check if she was going into shock from two drops worth of blood loss. "You could get infection out here! My mother always told me…"
And so a friendly picnic went on as it usually did, except with one very missed person.
The white curtains were dancing as the twilight air pushed them into the bedroom, and a silence caressed the girl into dreams. Zelda blinked liquid silver from her eyes and closed them, feeling overtaken by the stillness. Suddenly, she found herself not in her room.
She looked about her. She was in a large hall made of white stone. She felt tiny in comparison to the massive statues and columns, yet it had a feeling of familiarity. The ancient hum of mortal men echoed through the stone. "Hello?" She called.
No answer. The song never ceased and continued on like it had for many a millennia. Zelda begun to wonder if the men were really there at all, or if they were just unseen angels, invisible to the naked eye.
Seeing as there was nothing else to do, and propelled by her own curiosity, she began to walk forward. For she couldn't go back. Two towering, monumental, wooden doors were locked and she doubted she had the strength to pry them open like she would the cookie jar as a child.
White light streamed through the colossal windows, leaving shadows that mirrored their detailed design on the marble floor. Zelda stood on tip toe, pausing in her exploration of the strangely familiar hall. She peered up into the window, trying to see what was outside, but in vain. The bright light blocked any view there would have been of the outside world.
Utterly disappointed and speechless with curiosity, she continued ever onward. The straight hall's exit was a bright light. Zelda had seen it and wondered what it was and if it was the outside, but looking behind her, she noticed that where the two massive doors were was now overcome with the same light. Zelda prayed that the other end of the hall didn't have the same locked doors, or she would be trapped. Not that she minded being in such an ethereal hall.
As she drew nearer to the light, it seemed to fade away, like a child running from a tagger's hands. She passed into it to find herself in a spacious chamber. Sweet perfumes of incense wafted into her nose, smelling of roses and sage.
She walked to the very center of the chamber, pausing when she noticed the stairs on the far side. She glided over in a flurry of lace, pulling her dress out of the way of her bare feet. She rushed up the steps, not even pausing when she reached the marble doors at the top. Her hands flew and grasped the handles firmly in a rush of excitement. She pulled which eventually escalated to a yank when the mammoth doors wouldn't swing open.
She tried rapping on the door. "Hello? Please open the door! I apologize for being here, but I have no way out and-"
"Zelda…"
Zelda froze. A whisper came from behind her. She whirled around…and saw no one. "Who's there?"
"Don't be afraid, child…"
Zelda felt the genuine warmth in the whispers, and eased her muscles. "Where am I? This place feels familiar but the name escapes me."
"You've come here before in both spirit and body. This is the Temple of Time…"
Zelda strained to hear the faint chorus of unisex whispers. Her eyes widened when she heard at last. "The Temple of Time…What am I doing here?" The Temple was inside Hyrule Castle Town and she had often been there for royal ceremonies and just visits in general. Why had she not recognized it?
A chuckle. "Tell me, child, have you heard of the Sacred Realm..?"
Zelda thought back on all her history lessons with Impa, her governess. "Vaguely. It is said to be the place where the Goddesses left the Triforce and where that power now slumbers."
"You know very little, then…"
Zelda was taken aback. What did the Sacred Realm have to do with the Temple of Time anyway?
"Listen to us…These doors have been sealed by the Sages, the guardians and protectors of Hyrule, for many centuries…They cannot be opened by mortal hands, and not even by ours…One must play a melody for these doors to open…Few other than us know this sacred tune…We shall bestow the melody to you now…"
Zelda listened to the song intently. Their celestial voices brought pictures and scenes of ancient woods and soaring mountains into her mind. Images of a heaven that she would never forget.
They stopped. "That was the Song of Time…Remember it well…"
Zelda nodded. "I will." She paused. "What do I do now?"
"Come to us in body and open these doors for yourself…it is time for the Temple to be awakened…"
Zelda felt their presence fade. "Wait!" She felt it come back. "One more question: Are you the ones singing?"
Another chuckle. "Sleep, child…Close your eyes and rest…Everything will be alright in time…Only with time…"
And the next thing Zelda knew, she was in her bed again and a determination was burning within the cogs of her mind.
Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I shalt see you the time after next time! XD Lol…Anyway, PLEASE REVIEW and stick around for the next chapter!
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