Rel opened her eyes, her vision blurry. A dark figure stood in front of her, its features barely distinguishable as a harsh voice barked commands at her. She was leaning cheek first on a finely made oak table, a quill in front of her face. She brushed the end of the quill with her fingers, wondering where the bird was now and if it knew it knew it gave the gift of written record.
She toyed with the sharp end of the quill, examining the stain left by the black ink.
"Aurelia!" A deep voice snapped at her.
Rel looked up, scowling at the offending individual.
Dornan stood over her, several years younger than he was now. Even as a teenager, he had a commanding presence, one that exuded confidence and leadership. His handsome features glowered down at her.
"Have you been paying attention at all?" He demanded.
"No." Rel replied, her tone cheeky.
"For heavens sake Aurelia!" Dornan seethed. "I don't want or need you to embarrass me in front of royalty. I can't even rely on you to keep your mouth shut."
Leaning back, Rel put her hands behind her head.
"I don't care." she said nonchalantly. "I have little respect for those who toy with forces that they have no business meddling with."
"Aurelia. You're 18 years old. Stop acting like a child."
"Why are they even coming here?" Rel demanded. "There's a castle here isn't there? Doesn't your country have its own royal family?"
"Yes, and it is customary for royalty from other nations to tour here. Are you so thick?"
"It's not like they're going to have anything to say to with me." Rel insisted. "Besides, why do the Hylians always get the final say? Why are they the center of the world?"
"You will be spoken too. I have told you of these visions. For years, we have been instrumental in whatever is unfolding. I cannot bend the will of father time."
Rel grabbed a piece of parchment from the oak table, scrunching it up and throwing it at Dornan's head.
"Get up and practice that fucking curtsy! Now!" Dornan snapped.
The scene fell black, Rel slipping into a deep void.
In the present, Rel opened her eyes, slowly recognizing the ceiling of her room at Telma's Pub. The shock of reliving the memory was enough for her to fail to notice Dornan, who was gripping her hand tightly. He sat by the side, grimacing at her.
"Good morning." He said smugly. "It appears you were telling me the truth."
"The truth?" Rel gasped. "What?"
"Your connection has waned." He said casually. "I had a look while you were sleeping."
"I knew that!" Rel barked at him. "Now get out of my room. You are the last person I want to see."
She yanked her hand out of his, sitting up and throwing her legs over the edge of the bed.
"I'm sorry." Dornan sulked. "But judging by the state of your garden, I assumed you were making excuses. It's quite impressive you know."
Rel scowled at him.
"Are you still so mad at me? Your oldest friend?" Dornan asked her.
"Yes. Because if you were my friend, you wouldn't have waited so long."
"I see." Dornan said, rolling his eyes. "You used to be so fun."
"And you used to make good judgements."
"Ouch!" Dornan gasped, feigning offence. "You said this happened after you were attacked?"
"Yes." Rel replied calmly.
"Let me see the wound."
Rel lifted her leg back onto the bed, rolling her trouser's up. A long, dark red scar ran from the middle of her shin, down to her ankle. In the darkness of the room, it was somewhat difficult to see. Dornan leaned forward, inspecting it with his fingers.
"I see what you mean. The veins." he said gravely. "The princess expects me to scry for her, but I'd rather look into this."
"What do I do in the meantime?" Rel asked him, her tone flat.
"Don't leave my fucking sight. Or else."
A week had passed, slowly and at a leisurely pace. Link had busied himself with his farming duties, trying to catch up on all the missed work from when he was away. He was acutely aware of how much work needed to be done, observing that his own garden was overgrown and chaotic. It was with great sadness that Link had to dig up his entire vegetable patch, as everything had withered and died in his absence. The morning after he arrived, Link noticed a slight chill in the mornings, the beginning of the end of the unseasonable warmth.
After days of hard work, Link managed to sow the soil, hoping that it would be ready for the autumn farming. Noticing that Link had been working non-stop, Rusl had joined in, hoping to alleviate some of the burden.
"Are you preparing for the autumn harvest?" Rusl asked Link through ragged breaths.
Rusl's age was starting to catch up with him, something Link had observed over the years. He appreciated Rusl's help and fatherly affection, hoping that he was always going to be around.
"I don't even know." Link murmured. "It seems I have a week or so left until I am back doing Zelda's bidding."
Rusl stopped and gave Link a puzzled look.
"That's a shame." He puffed. "I always thought you preferred being here, with us."
"I do." Link replied quickly. "And you know as much as I do. I've been given another week to make a choice, though I doubt I have much say in the matter."
"Hmmm." Rusl hummed. "Right."
"I prefer being here." Link reassured him, again.
"I know Link. But at one point does it stop? Surely you have given enough to the crown."
The men went back to work, not noticing another villager who had tripped over one of the bushes. The villager hit the ground with a rustle, causing the men stop. Rusl dropped his tools and ran to help his fellow apologetic villager.
"Sorry!" The villager called out as Rusl helped him to his feet. "For interrupting! But there is someone near the village gates, looking for Link."
The men looked at each other. Confused, Link shrugged his shoulders.
"Did they say who they were?" asked Link.
"No, she didn't. But she's a real looker. Kinda tall though." The villager chortled. "Pretty hair colour."
The realization hit Link. It was Rel.
"Do you know who that is?" Rusl asked Link, just as confused as the other villager.
"Yes." Link smiled. "I'll be right back."
Link leaned his rake up against the ladder leading up to his house. Rusl's eyes followed him as Link tried to hide his delight. Bidding farewell to the villager, he trailed behind Link.
At the entrance of Ordon village was a horse led cart. Sitting on the edge of the canopy was none other than Rel, wearing her usual riding trousers, this time paired with an emerald green blouse, complimenting her skin and hair. Rel gave Link a small, unsure wave, which was returned in kind.
Within moments, the men reached the cart, offering to help Rel down. She accepted their assistance, wobbling as she gathered her bearings once more on the ground.
Rubbing his chin, Rusl tried to figure out where he'd seen her before.
Rel, in a similar vein, recognized him and spoke first.
"I never got to thank you for your help that day." She said gingerly.
With a wide smile, Rusl figured it out.
"It's you!" He exclaimed. "I wondered what happened. There is no need for thanks. We did what anyone would have done that day."
Link hadn't said anything yet and couldn't figure what to say. He wanted to tell her that he'd missed their daily interactions but remained at a loss for words.
"Rel- I- It's unexpected to see you." He stammered.
Link silently cursed himself for saying something so stilted as Rusl snorted with laughter.
"Unexpected?" Rusl said, mocking Link's tone of voice.
"Just unexpected?" Rel asked him as she smoothed her blouse.
"So that's your name?" Rusl asked, trying not to keep laughing at Link. "It's good to finally being able to put a name to the face. I assumed you would have moved on by now?"
"Yes, that's your name isn't it, Aurelia?" Link joked.
"Careful." Rel warned him. "I've decided to stay put in Hyrule for the time being."
"That's an interesting accent." Rusl observed.
"I'm an uninteresting person."
Link looked over her shoulder, trying to see if there was anyone else in the cart.
"You didn't bring him, did you?"
"If you mean Dornan, then no. I cannot stand him." Rel laughed.
A wave of relief washed over Link. The distance had allowed him to find some semblance of peace, so the idea of bringing someone as infuriating as Dornan into the mix was disappointing to say the least. Everything about the man made Link's blood boil. His overly handsome face, his attitude, the condescending pet names he gave to people and worst of all, the way he continually mocked Rel.
"I meant what I said." Link reiterated. "This is unexpected. What brings you all the way to Ordon?"
"I was made aware that there is some kind of spring here, said to have mystical properties." Rel blurted out enthusiastically.
It was very obviously the Ordon spring. Link wondered if Shad had told her about it. He continued to ponder, trying to figure out why she was so interested in it. The spring did have healing properties and was the reason why Ordon produce was the finest in the land.
"Furthermore." Rel continued. "I've been told by practically everyone that the produce here is of a different kind. I just so happen to need a few things."
"What do you need them for?"
"An experiment of sorts. Just some personal study."
"It's good that Telma let you out."
Rel waved her hand dismissively.
"She keeps insisting that I've worked off my debt, but I disagree."
Off to the side, Rusl began whistling a tune, his eyes darting around. Link gave him a questioning look.
"My apologies Rel, but Rusl and I have some work to finish. Can I meet you later?"
"I'm sure there's something I can find to busy myself until then." She sighed, a little disappointed.
Rusl bent over, gripping his lower back.
"Oh no!" He said mockingly. "But it seems I have injured my old man body! Don't let me keep you. Link and I can finish tomorrow when I've recuperated. I'll pick up my tools tomorrow, goodbye!"
Hobbling away, Rusl chuckled to himself.
"Lead the way." Rel suggested to Link.
Link took his time taking Rel to his abode. He made sure to give her a brief tour of the village, pointing things out that she may be interested in. She was especially pleased to meet some of the village cats, who warmed to her immediately. Rel followed along happily, asking questions and making comments.
"And this is my house." Link said awkwardly, gesturing toward it.
He couldn't figure out why he felt so self-conscious, it wasn't the first time he'd brought a female visitor over. Smiling, Rel looked around.
"This is wonderful." She beamed.
Link couldn't figure out what to say. Before he could speak, Rel started inspecting his garden. Kneeling, she ran her delicate fingers over the sowed soil. Rolling up her sleeves, Rel started crawling around. Unsure what to make of it, Link watched her intently. Knowing he was looking at her, Rel smiled at Link.
"Shad was right about something, for once."
Link chuckled at the words "for once".
"What do you mean?"
Taking another moment to think, Rel closed her eyes.
"The soil here- it- how do I describe it?" She paused. "It harbours a certain spirit. It almost has a mystical feel to it."
"Did Shad tell you that?" Link asked her suspiciously.
"Not at all." She replied. "Call it intuition."
Sensing that if he pressed further that she would start deflecting questions, Link changed the subject.
"As you can see, I've got a few hours of work left. You can go inside if you like, I have a library that's got some interesting books in it." He explained. "See those weeds over there? I need to tear them down."
Rel stood up, putting her hands on her hips. She strolled toward the offending growth, inspecting it.
"Would you say you are a skilled gardener Link?"
"Of course." He replied sternly.
"Don't tear up these weeds then." She said, pointing to the bundle. "This one, the pale purple flower, it used in the making of salves and draughts."
Link rushed over, looking at the flowers she was pointing to. It was a small, mauve flower, with jagged leaves and a long stem. Rel grabbed Link's hand, guiding it to the flower where he observed a bulbous center.
"Here." She whispered. "Pull the stem gently."
He did just that, gripping the stem.
"The bulb." Rel continued. "Smell that."
He instantly recognized the scent.
"Is that?"
"The same scent as sleeping draughts? Yes." Rel finished.
"Well then." Link murmured.
Unbuttoning her blouse, Rel shrugged it off. Link raised an eyebrow at her, trying not to watch her undress. She was of course, wearing a cotton chemise underneath. She tossed the blouse off to the side her modesty remaning intact.
Link chased after it, picking it up.
"I'll put this somewhere where it won't get filthy." He insisted.
From that point on, the two of them worked as a team. Rel got to work, collecting the small purple flowers and other herbs from the presumed patch of weeds. She placed them in a empty frying pan, as provided by Link. After she'd collected every last one, Rel got to work helping Link with the planting of seeds.
She took her time inspecting every inch of soil, giving her opinion of where the best place to plant seeds. Link had no other choice but to believe her, following all of her suggestions.
By late afternoon, the pair agreed that they'd gotten everything done. The only thing left was the water and much to Rel's delight, this meant they would go to the spring.
Wiping the sweat from his brow, Link stood up straight, the weight of the days work evident. Rel followed his lead, tying her hair back. She was filthy, covered in sweat, dirt and fallen leaves.
"Did you bring any spare clothes?" Link asked her.
"No." She chuckled. "Whoops."
"We need water."
"From the spring?" she asked enthusiastically.
Link nodded.
Rel rushed off to fetch a wooden bucket. Remembering one of the aspects that made the spring so special, he stopped her.
"The spring has more than one mythical property. It's best viewed at dusk or shortly after nightfall."
Rel screwed her face up in disgust.
"That sounds romantic. I will stay home." She seethed.
Link waved his hand.
"No, it- it just looks nicer that way. You'll see what I mean." Link insisted.
Rel retreated inward for a few moments, her expression unreadable.
"Alright." She agreed. "What will we do until then?"
A certain refreshing crispness had begun to touch the later hours of the day. After changing, Link decided to take Rel to spend more time with Rusl and his family. When she asked him if they should show up unannounced, Link chuckled at the suggestion.
"Rusl is the closest thing I have to a father. We don't need to ask." He told her with glee.
On reaching Rusl's front door, Link opened it without knocking. They were greeted by Uli, who didn't even look up from what she was doing. It seems that they arrived at the perfect time, with Uli preparing a meal for the family. The walls were painted with hues of orange and gold from the setting sun as she was introduced to Rel.
Without even so much as a skipped beat, Rusl and the children greeted the pair, ushering them inside to join them.
Any reservations Rel had about intruding were soon stamped out. She listened intently as Link introduced her to the members of his chosen family.
Rusl made a great effort to make Rel feel welcome, including her in conversation as he told stories and made fatherly jokes.
Uli was in the midst of serving the food as Rusl recounted the time that he first met Link.
"And, on the bridge, outside of town-" He recounted "Was some blond kid, with an expensive looking red mare. I hadn't met too many Hylians up to that point."
Nodding along, Rel listened.
"I've met quite a few." Rel explained. "Common in neighbouring countries, at least mine."
"Oh really?" Rusl replied. "Imagine my surprise when I saw one at the entrance of the village. Granted, he was just a boy. At least a head height shorter than he is now and really skinny."
"From what I hear from his friends, he's still skinny." Rel joked.
"I'm not that skinny." Link replied flatly.
"And who'd have thought, that was the day I met one of my best friends." Rusl murmured, his tone tender. "A surrogate son and brother for other ones."
A warm quiet enveloped the room.
"Sorry young people!" Rusl announced. "What even is the time?"
Link looked out the window, watching the sun as it was nearing setting. He knew that if they set off now, Rel could witness Ordon Spring's beauty. They said their goodbyes, setting off in the direction of Link's house strolling at a leisurely pace.
"The royal guards have gone full scale detective." Rel said quietly.
Stopping for a moment, Link looked at her expression. He was concerned at the sudden change as Rel slowed to a halt, folding her arms.
"I'm afraid." She continued.
"Why are you afraid?"
"Because of the way your people react to me. I see the second glances, the stares."
"That's not entirely true." Link tried to reassure her. "What about the musician you found? And the woman who gave you the wine?"
"We had a certain bond." Rel explained. "The same bond I have with some others."
"You didn't do anything. More accurately, you're the victim here."
"I know- But, I can't shake the feeling that something bad is going to happen. I've been restless since you left. Maybe I should hand myself in."
Link put his hand on her shoulder.
"I wouldn't even worry about that."
"We better get going." She answered softly.
Deep within the welcoming embrace of Ordon woods, Link and Rel found themselves immersed in its beauty. The leaves had begun to fall, another sign that autumn was on the way. Together, they followed the long path that eventually led them to the picturesque clearing.
In the heart of the tranquil glade lay Ordon Spring. Its pristine waters glistened, nestled under the protective canopy of the ancient forest. The pool's crystal-clear waters seemed to possess an inner radiance, a soft mesmerizing glow that painted the surface.
Rel's eyes softened as she moved closer to the bank, captivated by its gentle quality. Her proximity to the water lent her a ghostly aura.
Link joined her side, watching as she admired the spring. He was fascinated by her connection to nature and the profound appreciation she had for it. He felt as though the Ordon light spirit knew she was coming, welcoming her prescence.
In hushed reverence, they appreciated the spring.
As the day ended, the glow subsided, awaiting the moon to light its reflective surface.
"You were right." Rel said in quiet bewilderment. "That was beautiful."
"The water of this spring is the reason why the best produce comes from Ordon." Link explained. "It has mythical healing properties too."
She nodded softly before realizing something.
"We left the bucket at your house!" She groaned.
"We can come back later." Link shrugged.
Rel fished around in the pocket of her worn travelling cloak. After a few moments, she retrieved a small glass bottle. Link watched as she knelt beside the spring, hesitating.
"Does the spirit mind? If we take some water?" She whispered.
Shocked, Link joined her side. He gave her a curious look.
"I never mentioned a spirit."
"There's more to the earth and more to me than you will ever know. Keep it a secret."
Link wasn't sure what was making his heart race, his close proximity to Rel or her knowledge of such things. Link stood up, watching her as she filled the bottle with water from the spring.
"Do you have a stove?"
It was evening when they arrived back at Link's home. Most of the other villagers were now inside, their lights acting as small beacons, leading the way back. Rel took her time to take in the serenity, appreciating the village for its homely quality and sleepiness.
"You really love the forest, don't you?" Link asked her affectionately.
Rel shrugged her shoulders playfully.
After climbing the ladder, Link showed her inside. Rel remained relaxed during the brief tour, her eyes landing on his stove. Not wanting her to deflect his questions, Link decided to leave Rel to her devices. He figured it was pointless to ask her what she was doing, choosing to read a book instead. Link made himself comfortable, moving his chair so he could watch Rel and help if needed. Rel made herself at home, moving his belongings.
Within an hour, Rel had something boiling on the stove as Link was stuck in his book. He was engrossed in roof thatching techniques, wondering when he could use them himself. He didn't even realise that Rel was watching him as her concoction simmered. He met her gaze and she was clearly amused.
"Roof thatching?" You knight friend was right, you are boring." she teased.
Link instantly felt annoyed.
"I'm sorry. I haven't overstayed my welcome, have I?" She continued, slightly hurt.
Closing the book, Link sighed deeply.
"No, it's nothing you have done."
"That's a relief."
"Speaking of Darpa, he was asking about you. Last week."
Rel snorted.
"And what did he ask about me?" She demanded.
"He wanted to know if you were actually getting married to him."
Rel smiled mischievously.
"And what did you tell him?"
"I repeated what you said. That the notion was ridiculous."
"And?" She pressed on.
"He wants to know if he has a chance with you. Because you are beautiful."
Link flipped the book back open, burying his face in the pages. He felt too embarrassed to look at Rel.
Rel turned away, her posture coy. This came as a surprise to Link as she was usually so composed and confident. She reached up, brushing a stray hair from her face. Link wondered if he'd upset her, looking over the pages to survey her reaction.
"Rel?" He asked her gently. "You're not upset, are you?"
"No. I just… can't stand that guy. He reminds me of- it's not important." She mumbled.
"What are you thinking?"
"If he is the only man who thinks I am beautiful, I will wear a mask." She joked.
"I can assure you that's not true." Link reassured her. "He's just… unaware of social cues."
Rel relaxed slightly, folding her arms. She averted his gaze, looking downward instead. Their agreeable silence was broken by the boiling water on the stove. Snapping out of her trance, Rel went back to whatever she was cooking. After a short while, a familiar smell wafted throughout the house. Placing his book down, Link made his way to the stove as Rel stepped to one side creating space for him.
"Is that the flower from earlier?" He queried.
"Yes." Rel replied, stirring vigorously.
Link watched her as she took the pot off the boil. He noticed that a fair few of the flowers from earlier, stored in the frying pan, had gone missing. After a while, the liquid cooled down, Rel reaching for an empty teacup. Link handed her the china as she filled it with a ladle.
With an outstretched hand, she offered it to Link.
"How does it taste?"
Link gave it a quick sip.
"Like a sleeping draught."
"I made a small batch. For you." Rel stated. "I know you have trouble sleeping sometimes."
"Thank you." Link said eventually.
"It's not as strong as the other one, that ended up in my stomach." Rel joked. "Considering that I thought I died after drinking it. If your insomnia is especially bad, this will help you drift off to sleep. Just don't use it too frequently! You should still pay attention to your visions."
Unsure of what to say, Link gave her a tender look.
"Rel, this is thoughtful. But, how did you know how to make it?"
Rel shifted on the spot.
"Uh- I borrowed a book from the infirmary library. In your hometown."
"Borrowed?" He asked her sarcastically. "You seem to have sticky fingers."
"I'll give it back!" She blurted out. "After I figure out what to do about my scar."
"Is it still giving you grief?" Link asked her before taking another sip.
"Yes." she said bluntly. "It's hard to explain."
Link shrugged his shoulders. He was admittedly impressed with the taste and consistency of the draught. It was perfect.
"Oh Link, I need to ask you something."
"Yes?"
"Can I stay the night?"
"Of course."
The pair bickered for a short while about the sleeping arrangement. Rel insisted that she was happy to sleep with some of the chairs pushed together, but Link wasn't having any of it. He knew that she hated sleeping rough and he couldn't stomach the idea of not being chivalrous. They compromised by using the lounge cushions as another mattress and laid them nearby each other on the floor. Expecting a sound sleep that night, Link wasn't expecting a visit from an old friend.
"Link." A familiar voice called out, echoing in his subconsciousness.
Another voice soon joined in, one that he'd never heard before. It was a woman's voice, as silky as it was intimidating.
"Show your face."
"You know where to find us." The familiar voice reiterated before fading away.
Link awoke suddenly in the early hours of the morning. Rel was sound asleep nearby as he sat up as fast as he could manage. He had a feeling that he knew where to go, but was unsure how to explain it to Rel. He considered rushing out without saying a word, but something was telling him that he needed to wake her.
Feeling a sense of urgency and danger, Link grabbed for his sword. He sifted around in one of his chests, one that had remained untouched for many years. He retrieved a tunic and trousers, dressing haphazardly before fastening his bracers. The sound of his searching caused Rel to stir. Although she'd just woken, she sensed that something was wrong. Lifting herself, she surveyed Link's features.
"What's happening?" She mumbled in her sleepy state.
Busying himself with his boots and fastening his sword, Link wasn't sure what to say.
"I must go. Now."
Rel made an attempt to stand.
"Where?"
"I don't have time to explain Rel. It's urgent. But- I need you to stay here and wait for me."
She gave him an admonished look.
"With the way you're behaving, I'll do no such thing."
Exasperated, Link tried to explain.
"I have to go Rel, before the sun rises." He explained, frustrated.
Rel put her blouse back on and fastened her cloak, giving him an expectant look.
"Fine!" Link groaned. "But we leave now."
Her boots were hastily thrown on as she followed Link toward the door. Pausing, Rel ran back to the stove. In her hand was the frying pan from yesterday.
"A frying pan?" Link asked, almost amused.
"You're taking your sword. I'm worried." She replied nervously.
"A fine choice in weaponry."
"Where are we going?"
Link met Rel's gaze, trying to reassure her. He didn't know how to explain, instead, grabbing her hand and leading her away.
"Rel, can you trust me?"
She met his gaze and nodded.
"You should put on a cloak in case you get cold."
They were out the door shortly after, the village shrouded in a thick veil of mist and an air of mystery. Rel glanced around, feeling as though something was wrong, but not being able to identify it. Everything looked the same as it had the previous day, but it felt like things had just... frozen. The ambient sounds of the village were all but forgotten, with no sound or movement. Link had observed this too, though he was familiar with the many enchantments that Hyrule had to offer, leading with confidence.
"Something is wrong out here." Rel observed.
"Like everything is frozen in time?" Link asked her expectantly.
Rel saw this as a sign to stop speaking and trust him. She had to remind herself of the promise she'd made him just moments earlier. Clutching the frying pan to her chest, she caught up to his step and they remained side by side.
After what seemed like an eternity, Link held up his hand, motioning for Rel to stop. She did just that, looking at him expectantly.
They arrived at what appeared to be an impenetrable entanglement of trees. Leaning forward, Rel looked upon Link's face, confused with her hair standing out against the greyish scenery before them. Link met her confused gaze and grabbed her wrist firmly, motioning for her to go further. Understanding that something was about to unfold, Rel held the frying pan tightly in her other hand.
After a few moments, a dense, eerie mist enveloped them. It was soft at first but became heavier as the moments passed by.
Squinting her eyes, Rel wasn't sure what she was seeing. She calmed herself and concentrated, making out what appeared to be a beacon. Recognizing it as a torch, she was able to see the faint glow of a flame, tempting them to walk toward it.
"Link, look." She whispered, pointing at it.
Still gripping her wrist, Link looked in the direction in which she was pointing, searching for it. Not knowing what Rel was talking about, he continued to look around, trying to find it. As if in a trance, she stepped forward.
"Rel, stop." Link instructed her.
She turned to face him, apprehension in her eyes. Beaneath the initial layer of uncertainty, Link saw a small spark of determination, her own fire.
"I think that light will guide us to where we are going." She reassured him.
"These woods are dangerous. If I lose you here, you could be gone forever. Very few people make it out of here and most leave without their wits about them."
Rel nodded in acknowledgement.
"It might be time for you to trust me."
"I don't see any lights." Link sighed.
"I see more."
Shocked, Link tried to survey her movements. The last time he was here, he was drawn to great the power of the sword. Knowing that it wasn't possible for it to lead them on, Link made the decision to believe Rel. Although he was confused, he had a small epiphany. Whoever had called him here wanted him to bring her too. Rel continued, stepping with purpose toward lights that only she could see.
The air became noticeably heavier and icy as they moved. The eerie quiet was finally broken by the light sound of liquid splashing. In unison, they both looked down at their feet which were now submerged in a puddle of clear water. Knowing that they must push onward, their steps became louder and weightier. The water was ankle deep before they realized, with Link grabbing Rel, forcing her to stop.
"I can carry you." He offered.
Rel let out a sharp laugh.
"Absolutely not. I have crossed more oceans than you. I know how to swim."
Without a word, they resumed their journey, the water creeping up to their waists. Movement was becoming slow and cumbersome as they waded through the freezing lake.
"Do you still see those lights?" Link asked Rel.
"Yes." She answered quietly. "We just need to go a little further."
Something began to fall from the sky, or at least, what was the direction of what was the sky. Whatever was falling was light and ethereal. As they began to land on the glass-like surface of the water, Link was able to give one a good look. It was a flower petal.
He reached out and gently plucked the petal from the water. Studying it, he handed it to Rel.
Her expression stiffened in a moment, her trance like state broken. She watched the petals fall, slightly panicked as they landed on the water surrounding them.
"We need to keep moving." She announced abruptly.
It became very cold as the flower petals enveloped the entire surface of the water. A minor respite was given in the form of a patch of grass ahead of them, which was relieving as they were now shoulder deep in the water.
Link swam ahead, pulling himself out of the lake and onto the grass. Silent and shivering, he offered his hand to Rel, pulling her out of the water. The entire lake now looked like a field of flowers as they rained down from the sky.
Waterlogged and cold, Rel unfastened her cloak.
"I think this is where the lights were leading us." She shivered.
Link recognized where they were. It was the unmistakable serenity and aura of the familiar place.
"We are in the sacred grove, Rel." He explained, his voice barely audible.
Rel surveyed the area.
"There is many a sacred place in Hyrule." She murmured. "I think I'm beginning to understand."
Despite her cryptic words, Link took his own cloak off. Despite the cold, Link felt it was a better option than remaining bogged down by the weight of it. He tossed it aside.
"You're better off leaving that behind." He told Rel.
Clutching the soaked garment, Rel looked upset.
"I don't have another one though."
Link raised an eyebrow and smiled at her gently.
"I'll get you another one, I promise."
With hesitation, Rel dropped her cloak down beside Link's. He noticed that she was still clutching the frying pan tightly, her hands trembling as she held it defensively.
"You can leave that behind too."
She placed the frying pan with the cloaks. They stood shoulder to shoulder, taking in the surroundings as the quiet enveloped them.
"Do you see where we need to go, Rel?"
Rel's eyes darted about, searching. She took a sharp breath.
"That way. It looks like an old building."
Link didn't even need to look at where she was pointing.
"The Temple of Time." He breathed.
"So, this is where it is?" She whispered in response, her eyes widening. "Why does it look like that?"
Gazing at her, Link tried to catch her eye. Rel's face softened as she met him.
"This isn't the way I took last time." Link admitted. "For myself, it was a maze. It seems someone is expecting you."
Rel looked away as Link placed his hand on her shoulder.
"I think you know who wants to see you."
"What if I don't want to see them?" Rel interjected.
By now, the grove was in full view. Standing before them was a dilapidated stone temple.
The forces of nature had shown their dominance, reclaiming the grand structure to the earth. Twisted vines and tendrils cloaked the stone monolith, with debris laying on the gentle grass, unmoved for a century. Link stepped forward, pausing to give Rel an encouraging look. Despite the cold and their soaked clothing, they moved toward the temple. Not a single creature stirred, no voices or sounds.
"Are you sure this is where we were being led?" Rel asked Link, her voice filled with trepidation and fear.
"I've got a feeling." He replied encouragingly.
Removing his sword from its sheath, Link cut down a few vines, making way for Rel. She was able to squeeze through the small thoroughfare, with Link trailing her closely. She stepped into the dark exterior of the long-forgotten temple, observing its grandeur.
Taking in the magnificence of the hall, Rel studied her surroundings. Despite Its age and state, the Temple of Time still stood steadfast, the grandiosity of its past evident. The building was beyond grand, having once been the pride of Hyrule and a beacon of hope.
The moment that Link's boot hit the floor, everything changed.
The dark temple illuminated in an instant.
A white blinding light glowed around them, the brightness causing Rel to cover her eyes. Link, however, had experienced this before. On instinct, Link held his sword firm, listening out for the familiar footsteps of one who had walked the same path as him before.
He spotted a couple of small steps, knowing that their owner was circling him from afar.
A spectral figure materialized.
Rel gasped as an armored, imposing monster emerged from the light. With its sword drawn, the enemy made directly for Link, at a staggering speed. The figure was none other than the Heroes Shade, the ghostly guardian of the sacred grove, tasked with its protection. Its eyeless helm bore into Link, silently challenging him. Without a word, Link assumed his favored stance, sword in hand. He knew that this was a test, with the images of countless hours he's spent mastering his techniques flooding his mind.
As steel crashed on steel, the duel began.
Rel had moved out of sight, far enough away to watch. The temple echoed with the sound of crashing blades. She'd seen him spar before, but it was nothing compared to this. She watched as Link moved with skill and precision, a fine match for this menacing opponent.
The Shade remained silent, his blows becoming more and more fierce. Link swung his sword with equal force, but the Shade had his own tricks. He had the ability to move from place to place, helped by the magic of the grove. As the battle raged on, the strange flower petals began to fall again, creating a distraction for both challengers.
Knowing that the battle was coming to an end, Link landed one more powerful blow on the Shade. With a swift swing on his sword, the ghostly knight's helmet went flying hitting the marble floor with a loud crash.
Relieved, Link sheathed his sword, noticing Rel who was in complete shock.
"That knight- He- he doesn't have a head." She stuttered, panic setting in.
Link ran to her.
"Don't be afraid Rel." He encouraged her, softly.
"I need to tell you something." She shook. "Now. Before-"
"You are protected here. You can see and hear me. I know who and what you are." The Shade's commanding voice interjected.
Link helped Rel to her feet.
It was as if her ability to speak had left her. The shade took a few steps and picked up his helmet. He placed it back to where it was supposed to be, where a normal knight's head would sit. But this was no normal knight, the Shade held his sword out toward Link.
"You're still skilled, albeit out of practice compared to your former self. You will need to train, embracing the blade once more. You are going to be called upon, again."
"What?" Link gasped.
"Heed our warning."
"I can't live that way, not again." Link murmured, looking away. "Whose warning?'
Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of delicate footsteps.
Emerging from the shadows and mist, three ghostly figures materialized. They bore the unmistakable aura of the Heroes Shade, their spectral presence a testament to times long gone. Link did not recognize any of these apparitions, who appeared to be three women. He instinctually guarded Rel, reaching behind himself to hold her close.
The Shade stepped aside as the women became visible and clear.
The central woman stepped forward first, the tallest of the three. She was beautiful, with fiery red hair that cascaded down her back. Her eyes, a yellow tone that were once vibrant with life, held profound ferocity and power. She spoke, her voice a melody that resonated in the stone temple. Rel's hands gripped Link's tunic, tightly.
"Son of Hyrule." She began. "We are the guardians of forgotten knowledge, a remnant of a bygone era. My companions and I should be familiar to you."
Though taken aback by the spectral apparitions, Link nodded in understanding. Rel's hands trembled as she listened.
The woman continued, her gaze unwavering.
"I am the spirit of this land. My power resonates in every animal, every tree and every stone. I was once a renowned warrior and fire of all realms. I am known to you as Din."
Link inhaled sharply as Rel let go of his clothing.
"Daughter of the earth. I see you have also heeded our call."
Astonished, Link couldn't believe what he was hearing. He couldn't believe that a serving girl from an undiclosed country was being called to by one of the three founders of Hyrule.
"These are my companions, Nayru and Farore."
Nayru offered them a serene expression, her black iridescent tresses shining blue in the light. Farore, with ashen hair that almost looked green, shimmered in the same glow, offering a nod as a greeting.
Rel stepped out from behind Link, who instinctually grabbed for her hand. Farore noticed this and gave Link a tender look.
Their misty forms stood equal with them and in hushed tones, Farore began to unveil a dark and foreboding prophecy.
"Even now, you still exemplify great courage. I am proud of you, my son." Farore spoke up. "Your shade has spoken of your deeds, and we have observed you through the ocean of time. The cycle continues."
Link remained silent, the weight of the situation becoming heavier as the moments passed.
"Link. We have observed the depths of your destiny. There is another shadow looming on the horizon. A great evil poisons the heart of this land, threatening to engulf it in darkness." Din foreboded with a sense of urgency.
"Again?" Link demanded. "Haven't I suffered enough? Has Hyrule not been peaceful?"
Rel could tell that Link was trying to contain his rage. She looked at him, concerned and apologetic.
This time it was Nayru's turn to speak.
"The king of Hyrule will face his end. Queen Zelda's reign hangs by a thread and this kingdom will face dire peril. The threads of fate have been unnaturally manipulated, weaving a treacherous tapestry. The balance that has long protected this land teeters on the brink of no return."
"We have watched the ebb and flow of time, seen the patterns in the stars and felt the poison ourselves. Zelda means to try and prevent this from happening, attempting to divert our attention. She, like the one who is toying with darkness, plays a dangerous game." Farore added. "Zelda mistakenly believed herself to be the only voice of the gods. Too late did she understand that there were more voices."
"This is not the first time my image has been called to these shores." Din started. "But it is the first time my bond with her has wavered. What has happened?"
Rel breathed deeply.
"I was attacked." She started. "Ever since that time, I've not been able to reach you. I feared that- that you didn't believe me worthy anymore."
Din frowned, motioning for Rel to come forward. She surveyed her with intensity.
"I can feel it. It's weak, but it persists." Din explained. "Have you had any glimpses of my power, since that time?"
Rel thought for a moment.
"It is fleeting, but it is there." She recounted. "I have tried, with great effort. I believed that in time, it would quell. I can still feel the plants and hear the voices of the spirits. But everything else? I am lost."
"We do not take this attack on us lightly." Farore interjected. "You will need divine magic to fully break this curse. For now, I can offer to stem its progress."
Farore placed her hands together, concentrating.
"To stem what's progress?" Link demanded.
"In time, my son." Farore sang out in a haunting melody.
"Aurelia." Din began. "You hold remarkable resolve, I do not doubt you will be ever tempted by darkness. I am grateful that such an honorable man is by your side."
"What is this great evil you speak of?" Rel burst out.
"There will always be one of an impure heart." Nayru stated.
"One who will herald sorrow, destruction and despair." Farore whispered over her hands.
"Twins are not to be taken lightly in our culture." Din added.
Confused above all else, Link tried to gather his thoughts.
"We must protect Hyrule and it's rightful ruler." He murmured.
"Is the ruler of this land so important?" Rel asked, confused. "I don't understand."
"We are obliged to uphold the natural order, until the generational curse is broken." Din explained her expression grave. "Would you wish for me to not watch over your land?"
"I see." Rel said understandingly.
Din's eyes shifted to Link.
"It is with great sadness that I admit- it is my part that has corrupted time and time again. For what I believed to be a great good, a responsibility, has always fallen into the wrong hands." She paused. "You must remain vigilant, for the tides of betrayal surge. Trust should not be based off appearance alone. Foes may don the mask of friendship."
"Must you speak in hushed tones and riddles?" Link demanded, his temper surging. "The urgency of this situation weighs heavily on me."
"Young priestess." Nayru began, addressing Rel. "He will try to break your spirit and erode your strength. You must never be tempted to falter. Unfortunately, this burden is yours to bear, as you are the descendant of Din."
"The bond that you share with this man is light in the darkness. The future is never fully set in stone, and I am proud that you have one of my chosen by your side." Farore added.
"Those who wish to seek dominion and power will try and exploit your connection to me." Din finished, her tone solemn.
Turning her attention to Link, Din stepped toward him.
"Heed my warning." She seethed in a fiery whisper. "If any harm befalls Aurelia, if her path is threatened, I shall personally see to your reckoning. You will burn like the very fires in which I command."
Link returned her fiery gaze with intensity. After a few moments, he nodded.
"Swear to me." Din commanded, her arm outstretched.
Without a moment's hesitation, Link stepped forward, his own arm outreached. His fingers met her ethereal skin, and, in that moment, he felt a surge of power, as if fire was burning beneath his skin. It spread through his veins, causing an intense reaction. Din raised her free hand, pressing her fingers to Link's wrist. A small glowing burn mark etched itself into his skin.
"The path you tread is fraught with trials, but with out guidance, you shall overcome." Din whispered to him. "Three flames need to remain extinguished, are you up to the task?"
Din let go of Link's hand.
"My kin, reclaim my gifts. It is your birthright." Din reassured Rel.
"I am trying." Rel expressed with great sadness. "I seek answers as we speak."
"Will you allow your flames to burn?" Din asked her cryptically.
A veil of mist intruded on the group. The bright light of the ethereal scene began to fade, the stone of the temple becoming weathered and aged once more.
Sensing that their time was coming to an end, Rel stepped forward.
"What if I can't find the answers to my questions?"
The ghostly apparitions began to dissipate.
"You can find us here." Nayru sighed.
Farore held out her hand.
"Sleep." She sang.