Chapter 45
What Dreams May Come
"There you are! Princess, we've been looking all over for you. Are you really going to miss your own welcoming party?" Purah exclaimed, chasing after her.
Zelda spun to face her trusted advisor and longtime friend. "Well, it is late, and I have had a rough night. I'm sorry, but I'm not feeling up for a show. I'm quite tired."
"You can't tell me you really intend to sleep with all this racket, right? How could you?"
"Well, it's not worth for trying," Zelda shrugged, offering a sideways glance.
"Oh, c'mon princess! The people need you to be there, among them. Your presence inspires….And besides," Purah tappedher foot on the ground and folded her little arms. "You love shows."
The princess sighed, looking at her tiredly. "They always need me Purah, when do they not need me?"
"I know, dear. But you can't let your people down. They've been waiting for you-a hundred years to be precise," Purah said, placing a comforting hand on Zelda's shoulder. The princess absorbed her words and contemplated them. And before she could reply the little scientist added more to the list of reasons to coax her if that wasn't already enough.
"Then how about, I need you? Is that satisfactory enough for you?"
Zelda smiled and yawned heavily, feeling the weight of her responsibilities settling on her shoulders. "Well in that case. Okay then. But only for an hour." She finished raising a finger.
"Deal, if it's not over after an hour I'll shut down the whole thing myself!" Purah said with a grin, nudging her arm. Zelda giggled at her feistiness and as another rocket exploded above, Purah's glasses reflected back the splendor of it. "By the way, who was that you were talking to a moment ago?"
"Huh, what?" Zelda asked, distracted, and captivated by the glare.
"Yeah, before I showed up. That man?"
It took her a moment, but she remembered. By the gods, she was tired. Boys can be so exhausting. "Oh, yes, sorry," the princess rubbed her head with a shake. "It was Tingle-Jangle. The Jester from that Troupe Lord Simon hired for tonight's celebration. He wanted to bestow me a gift, and he did—"
"—Who?—A fool you say? Ah, oh well, I guess it's not important, let's go—"
"—Yeah, speaking of which I just have to put away his gift. It will only take but a second. Wait here, I'll be right back from my tent."
Zelda hurried to her tent, holding the small box tightly. As she entered, she found a small table by her bed and gently placed the gift upon it. The gift seemed to glare back at her as she turned away, as if held the secrets of all the world's mysteries within it. Her curiosity piqued once more, but she shook her head, reminding herself that it could wait until the morning.
"Don't you be sneaking off to bed on me now!" Purah scolded from outside the tent flaps.
The princess shouted back. "How can I? Like you said, it's far too noisy to dare and try!"
Purah glanced at her timepiece she kept on her arm. A crude prototype crafted by her own hand. A tin, circular contraption made up of cogs and gears that she had to wind back and forth to work. The girl stomped her boot on the princess's entrance rug impatiently as she waited for the princess to return. Seconds turned to minutes. "Sheesh, what's taking so long? Let's go already or you're going to miss the best part!"
"Coming!" came the soft echo of the princess's voice as she emergedfrom under her tent flap. "You have no patience, Purah."
"If you want patience, you'll have to trade me for my sister. I much prefer results. Oh, c'mon you know I'm teasing! But, let's hurry, I know that the men will also be delighted to have your graceful presence among them. This is your celebration after all."
"I know, I know, just lead the way." Zelda nodded, trailing after Purah towards the main pavilion square. The celestial pyrotechnics persisted in their magnificent display, casting a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors over the camp, evoking memories of dreams Zelda once had. The fireworks danced and twirled above her, their warmth flashing over her skin while their rumbles resonated within her chest. The pungent, acrid aroma of gunpowder hung heavy in the air, reminiscent of the earlier battle. Yet, this was no prelude to war – this was a celebration of victory, featuring dazzling Glitter rockets.
Oddly enough, the taste of burnt powder lingering in the air was a tantalizing one, evoking sensations of thrill and excitement. Each burst was like a new explosion of flavor. It transported her back to her childhood, where grand banquets and tournaments marked various festive occasions at the castle, invariably culminating in a mesmerizing rocket show by nightfall. Each brilliant burst overhead painted the sky with vibrant hues and intricate designs. Some even resembled fruits and confections, while others took the shape of proud sigils and woodland critters.
It had been a century since Zelda last had the privilege of witnessing the splendor of Glitter rockets. She recalled tales shared by wandering sailors who spoke of the world's farthest reaches, where illuminated rainbows shone and shimmered in the night sky, cloudless and devoid of a single raindrop. The spectacle before her now evoked those stories, and she wondered if the cascade of lights they saw were as breathtaking as what she beheld.
Zelda couldn't help but feel a sense of awe as she watched the display. How she wished that she and Link could someday visit the magical places described in the sailor's tales. However, their current estrangement cast a shadow on her wishful thinking. The sudden recollection of their dispute dampened her joyful smile. Hugging her arm, she stood amid the gathered crowd that included Purah and others. Impa, too, had joined them, greeting Zelda with a silent, reverent nod before removing her large straw hat.
With a sigh, Zelda resigned herself to the present moment. For now, this camp would have to suffice.
Link's voice cut through the noise. "Oh, yeah, the finale celebration, how could I forget!?" he exclaimed, a hint of weariness in his tone.
Link and Sidon made their way up the hill, the night sky erupted in a vibrant display of color, illuminating the clouds in a dazzling array of reds, blues, and yellows. Thunder rumbled in the distance, the sound beating against their chests like the drums of war.
Sidon turned to him, his sharp eyes glinting in the light. "What do you want to do?" he asked.
Link let out a quiet laugh. "What do I want? You don't need to ask me, all I desire right now is the sweet embrace of sleep," he replied, his voice heavy with exhaustion.
Sidon nodded, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "So, head back to the tent?" he suggested.
But Link shook his head. "Are you kidding? Sleep? How could one possibly sleep amidst all this excitement?" he exclaimed, gesturing towards the colorful sky above. " It's as if the war rekindled all over again around us."
The Zora prince nodded in agreement, understanding the restless energy that often accompanied times of celebration. "Then what?" he asked.
Link sighed heavily. "Well, then I guess there's nothing left for it but to go and make an appearance," he said, his eyes sparkling with nervous anticipation.
"What if she is there?"
"Then I guess I'll just have to see her, won't I?"
"Then will you go to her?"
Link paused his march up the grass and rubbed his arm. "No, I don't think I will."
"Why? I thought you wanted to fix things?" Sidon leaned.
"I do, more than anything. You know that." The knight kicked the dirt, launching a rock with his boot. "Besides, I'm sure she will be far too busy for me. And why wouldn't she? After all, it's her celebration and I'm certain Simon has a whole show planned in her honor. She will have to make appearances and will have to play the part. This is her night." The knight sighed again, angered at himself. " Besides, I've done enough to ruin it. I'd rather her just enjoy what is left of it before I spoil it any further."
"Oh, c'mon Link! You know you can't do that to her. If you ask me, I think she would much rather spend the rest of the evening watching this celestial spectacle with you beside her, than be alone." The prince said, waving his hand across the spangled heavens.
"She isn't alone though! She has all of them nobles with her."
"Isn't that for her to decide?"
Link just shrugged and hesitated, digesting Sidon's words.
"Exactly. I think she would rather have you with her than any one of those stuffy lords."
"As would I, but that time for that has passed now. I still need to mend things between us first." The knight sighed.
"C'mon Link. You know you can't resist."
Link spun and gazed up to the booms overhead, swallowed and faced the prince to nudge him. "Alright, fine. Have it your way. I said I'll go and I will."
"Good! At least now you're making sense."
"Well, at least if all else fails, who knows, maybe if we're lucky there mayhaps be some left over feast. I'm starving."
With that, the two companions set off towards the celebration, their footsteps light on the soft earth beneath them. As they approached the festivities, the sounds of laughter and music grew louder, filling the air with a sense of joy and excitement. Though the knight felt anything but.
Upon entering the pavilion square, just outside the enormous tent, Zelda's gaze swept across the crowd. She was promptly approached by Lord Simon, several of his councilmen, Lady Marin of the Lake, Lord Daneyrio of Draene, and their respective advisors. Her attention was drawn to the large circle of soldiers that had gathered along with who she could have only presumed was the Master of Revels, who was curiously standing in the empty space at the center, atop a wooden platform, fussing with the cannoneers about the pyrotechnics that were being launched.
"Good to see you here enjoying the celebration, princess. May we accompany you?" Asked Daneyrio respectfully.
Zelda, still sort of embarrassed from the way she behaved during their dance, blushed slightly and could only nod. Eventually she was able to squeak out a reply. "Yes, of course. After all, this night is for everyone to bask in."
And before Zelda could give it any further thought as the others piled in around her, the sharp voice of Simon intruded upon her ears. His tone was as pleasant as the rasp of sandpaper against rough wood. "There you are, Your Highness. I was beginning to wonder where you had been. I nearly had half a mind to send out a search party to find you."
"Search for me?" Zelda inquired haughtily. Where have I been? I've been in camp. Though I can't say the same for you. These others may be none the wiser, but you're up to something, and I intend to find out what it is.
Simon cleared his throat with a cough into his fist. "Yes, your presence has been absent for some time. Naturally, I would come look for you. Your joy this evening and more importantly, your safety is of the utmost importance to me."
"Oh, really? How thoughtful," she replied in a teasing, insincere tone. Then why did you march past my quarters earlier and sneak away?
"Of course, you are the princess."
"As I am constantly reminded," she said, offering him a phony, cheerful glance.
Taleran interjected, smoothly interrupting their conversation. "May I present to you, Your Highness, the master of revels, Lord Ingo Gorman. He has been eager to make your acquaintance for some time." The showman approached her, the cannoneers pausing to launch rockets into the air above them as a change of munitions were underway.
The slender man dramatically unfurled his cape and took a knee before her. Speaking with a Tarbelian accent reminiscent of Lady Marin's, yet thick and forced with an over-the-top inauthenticity, he said, "The tales that have traveled down the rivers, beyond the swamps, and across the prairies speak truly of you, Your Royal Highness, and I, Lord Ingo, am humbly at your service. May tonight bring you the wonder you seek!"
Zelda blinked as the man took her hand in his, caressing it gently with his clammy fingers before planting a sloppy kiss upon it. His actions made her wriggle slightly uncomfortable, but with everyone watching, she decided not to make a fuss and offered a polite smile while attempting to subtly withdraw her hand. "That is very, um, kind of you, my good Lord. But, if I may, what tales have you heard?" she said, secretly wiping the smudge from his kiss on the back of her dress after she slid away.
"Of your divine beauty, of course, and—"
"—And?" Zelda inquired, tilting her head to the side.
"And that Your Grace appreciates a magnificent spectacle! I assure you; my troupe is truly one of a kind! You won't be disappointed."
Purah leaned in, whispering into the princess's ear so that only she could hear. "That's certainly one way to put it." The girl chuckled mischievously. "Oh, it's one of a kind, alright. Because once you see his show, you'd seen them all."
Zelda responded quietly as the man continued to shower her with empty praises. "Purah! Hush, I'm sure he means well."
"Oh, I bet he does! Means well to relieve you of your rupees, that is."
"Enough already," the princess said, struggling to hold back a grin. "And besides, I haven't got any rupees. So, what then?"
Purah giggled and nudged her again. "You better not tell him that, he'll perform the greatest trick there is of all and disappear in front of you this very instant."
"Oh, you're terrible!" Zelda giggled quietly.
"That is, if he can manage to actually pull it off for once. Well, I guess, better late than never I suppose."
The master of revels, Lord Ingo, failed to hear them and smiled charmingly. He continued to address the princess with lukewarm platitudes. "Your Highness, I have been told that you possess a remarkable intellect and a keen eye for detail. Our performance tonight will not only dazzle you with its spectacle but also captivate your mind with its intricacies."
Zelda raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his words. "Oh? And what kind of intricacies can I expect?"
Lord Ingo leaned in, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Well, Your Grace, our performance is a blend of the traditional river dance, mesmerizing illusions, and a thrilling acrobatic display that will leave you breathless. The stories we tell through our art are inspired by the legends of this great kingdom and are woven with intricate symbolism that only someone with your discerning mind can fully appreciate."
Though she was tired, Zelda couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement at his description, despite Purah's earlier skepticism. "That does sound quite impressive, Lord Ingo."
"And, if I may be so bold, Your Highness, I have personally crafted a special performance in your honor that I believe will touch your heart and reflect the grace and beauty you embody."
Purah rolled her eyes discreetly, but Zelda found herself genuinely curious about Lord Ingo's performance. "I look forward to it, Lord Ingo. Thank you for your dedication and effort."
Lord Ingo bowed deeply; his voice full of pride. "It is my greatest pleasure, Your Highness. I hope our performance will be a great finish to a marvelous night to remember, one that will forever hold a place in your heart."
As Lord Ingo retreated to oversee the final preparations, Purah leaned in closer to Zelda, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, I suppose that special performance could either be an absolute masterpiece or a dud. But who knows? Maybe you'll be pleasantly surprised."
Zelda stifled a laugh, trying to maintain her composure. "Purah, at least give him a chance. Who knows? It might indeed be an unforgettable experience."
Purah smirked, still skeptical. "Oh, it'll be unforgettable, alright. But whether that's for the right reasons, we'll just have to see for ourselves, won't we?"
Zelda shook her head, her eyes twinkling with amusement as they both awaited the start of the performance, anticipation mingling with a hint of trepidation. The rockets continued to signal the beginning of the finale.
Link and Sidon ascended to the middle of the hillside, their footsteps blending with the lively clamor of the gathered crowd. Soldiers roared in delight and held their mugs up as each resplendent rocket erupted overhead, casting an array of colors onto the faces of the onlookers. At the heart of the festivities, a meticulously crafted stage stood ready, built from a show wagon that poised to host an array of dazzling performers who would soon captivate the audience with their mesmerizing feats.
Jugglers, mummers, and a variety of mirth-makers bustled about, putting the finishing touches on their elaborate preparations. Amidst the whirlwind of activity, the esteemed Master of Revels, Lord Ingo, orchestrated the spectacle with an air of grandiosity. As the final arrangements were set into place, the air was charged with anticipation, the scents of excitement and adventure intertwining with the smoky aroma of the pyrotechnics. The stage was set for a night of unforgettable entertainment, and the audience waited with bated breath, eager for the final act to begin.
Through the sea of faces, the pair inched their way towards the top of the hill. As they approached, Link's gaze fell upon her: the princess. There she was, just a stone's throw away, with the best view. His knees threatened to buckle beneath him, but he fought to maintain his composure, the nervousness roiling within.
She was encircled by lords, her Sheikah council, and other distinguished guests. For a moment, the knight hesitated, unsure whether to approach her or flee. Just as he was about to muster the courage to ascend the hill and make his way to her, a soldier tugged at his tunic.
"Hey, aren't you that no-banners knight?" Link could care less and was trying to slip away, but the man persisted alongside his companions. "Yeah, you're him alright! It's got to be!"
A drunken compatriot also chimed in. "Of course, he is! He's the one who walloped one of the Stonewell brothers, Tavin. I saw the whole thing myself, I did. Beat him at a game of Aces Arrows, easy as you please."
"Well, I'll be! About time somebody had the cucco eggs to show that blabbering idiot who's boss. Put it there, Sir?" The man stepped in front of Link and stretched out his burly hand, unsure of his name.
"Hold up for a second, Sidon." Tearing Link from his gaze of the princess, he replied coolly back. "Link, the name is Sir Link. And yes, I have no banners to claim."
"See, didn't I tell ya, Larrik? He's the real deal. From what I hear, the Lord Commander is mayhaps thinking of recruiting him after things settle down here at the capital. We can always use a good scrapper."
Atop the hill, the princess ignored those who droned on beside her, her gaze finding Link among the crowd below, talking with some of the other soldiers and higher-ranking knights from each of the three great houses. She hesitated for a moment, unsure if she wanted to face him after their argument earlier. But before she could turn away, he looked up and caught her eye. He smiled warmly and shoved past the two soldiers who were clamoring over him with honorary praises. The others around her were preoccupied with themselves and instinctively she found herself inching closer toward him with gentle steps through the crowd, making her way halfway down as if magnetized subconsciously to meet him.
"Excuse me," Link said, brushing past the burly man and making his way over to Zelda. Her heart raced, and the clamor of voices around her faded as she focused on the knight approaching her. They had argued earlier, and although she was excited to see him, she was still annoyed by their quarrel.
She worried what would happen next, would there be more back and forth debating between them, would he be upset, would he apologize? A swirl of emotion pit in her belly and before she could blink otherwise his gentle voice touched her.
"Zelda," he said, pulling her from her daydream. The fireworks overhead continued to ring out. "I'm really glad you made it. I was worried… I was worried that you wouldn't have—"
"That I wouldn't come to my own celebration? It's alright. Well, as you can see, I'm here. Nothing to worry about." Zelda felt a flush of warmth in her cheeks at his words. He was being kind actually. She fought to let him know it by turning away so he couldn't see her. She put on a pout instead, just in case.
"Yes…" Link breathed, saddened by the hurt he had caused her earlier.
Zelda lifted her chin, pretending to care about the spectacle ahead of them, all the while listening and hoping he would say all the right things. "Yes, well, I couldn't let my people down," she said.
Link felt a small grin pull at his lips, detecting the challenge in her tone. "Is that so? Well, I guess I should be grateful for your sense of duty, then. It's what brought you here, after all."
Zelda raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. Nevertheless, she fought to maintain her sternness. "Oh, really? And here I thought it was my dazzling wit and beauty that drew you in. I must have been mistaken."
Link chuckled, feeling the tension between them start to dissipate. "Well, I can't deny that your beauty is a powerful force, Princess. But it's your heart and mind that truly captivate me."
Oh, my wit is what moves you? I see…I bet it's that…Zelda blushed, her playful pout faltering to a slight smile for just a glimpse. "You think you always know just what to say, don't you, Sir Link? That with just a phrase you can fix everything. Hmm?"
"Well, is it working? "
"A little…
"I'll let you know…."
Link shrugged, feigning nonchalance, and then inched beside her to whisper into her ear. "Well, I'll just have to try my best your highness, though, I must confess, it's not difficult when the subject is someone as remarkable as you."
Zelda's heart fluttered and their eyes met. He has never said anything so sweet before, and despite the banter, they both knew they wanted nothing more in the world then to forget their quarrel and embrace eachother in that moment. Link took a deep breath, the sound of fireworks and the mingled voices of the crowd fading into the background as he focused on Zelda. Remembering why he came to her, he spoke in a kind, serious voice. "Zelda, I'm sorry for the way I acted earlier... I let my emotions get the better of me, and I know I hurt you. Can you forgive me?" Link said earnestly, his eyes never leaving hers.
Zelda's heart softened, and she reached out to gently touch his arm. Oh, Link, you wonderful fool. "There's nothing to forgive. I'm the one who let it get out of hand. I'm sorry too. I didn't mean to push us apart. I just... I just saw you with Lady Marin and before I knew it, I was in a whirl myself and then…"
"Shh, it's okay," Link said, placing a finger on Zelda's soft lips, wiping a tear with his other hand.
Zelda sniffed. "I just want us to be together… We did our part, didn't we?" the princess said, tugging on his tunic. "I just wish we could live our lives without all these obstacles. I dread the day ever hearing the words duty and tradition. I want us to be free of them."
Link reached out and gently took her hand, his touch warm and reassuring. "I know, Zelda. And I promise, from now on, we'll face those obstacles together. Whatever they may be. I'll fight an army if I have to. I don't care."
Zelda feared in her heart that it may very well come to that if the others found out. In the darkness, however, and with such a thick shoulder-to-shoulder crowd, nobody could really see what they were doing beside each other. Not to mention, the fireworks stole many gazes from onlookers.
The princess smiled back, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Then let's make a promise, right here and now. No matter what happens, we'll always be with each other and find our way back to one another. Whenever our paths may lead astray."
Link nodded, his heart swelling with love and determination. "I promise." He whispered softly in her ear.
With that, Link took charge, boldly grabbing Zelda's hand in his own. Their eyes locked, and in that moment, all the noise and chaos of the celebration seemed to fall away. It was just the two of them, standing atop the hill, hands entwined as they gazed into each other's eyes.
As the fireworks continued to light up the night sky, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across their faces, Link pulled Zelda closer. Their hearts beat in unison, their shadows merged, and for the first time in a long while, they felt truly connected.
With a smile, Link led Zelda to the edge of the hill, where they could watch the fireworks in all their glory. Together, they stood hand in hand among the thick crowd, their love rekindled as they stared into the mesmerizing display. The world around them seemed to fade, and all that mattered was the bond they shared, unbreakable and everlasting.
As the final firework erupted in a dazzling display of sparks, Zelda leaned into Link's embrace, her heart brimming with love and hope for the future. Together, they would weather any storm or challenge that threatened to tear them apart.
"They're breathtaking, aren't they?" Link murmured by her side.
"Yes, they certainly are," Zelda sighed, nestling into his arm while their hands remained tenderly married. "Who would have thought that something as perilous as fire in the sky could create such a mesmerizing jubilee?"
"Still," Link replied, turning to face her, his eyes locked onto hers in the moonlight and the vibrant celebration above, "they pale in comparison to you."
"Enough already!" She chastised playfully, acting like she didn't want his attention when all she ever wanted was him to speak the emotions of his heart for once in his life.
"What? I'm just speaking the truth." Link shrugged coolly.
In that instant, the most stunning display of rockets burst above them. Zelda's pulse quickened, her knees weakened, and a warmth spread throughout her body, originating from her thighs, coursing past her breasts, to culminate at her lips. She longed to savor the sweetness of his kiss once more. "Then let us soar towards them, Link. Let's be one among the stars."
Link furrowed his brow, intrigued by her words and unsure whether he had heard her correctly amidst the resounding booms. She leaned closer to his ear, her voice a tender whisper that carried the weight of her desire. "Let us become one with the heavens. Take me to the stars, Link."
Zelda bestowed upon him a captivating smile, one he had never witnessed before. It was a smile laden with desire and laced with the promise of sweet seduction. As she smiled, a resplendent cascade of colors bathed her face and dress. The fireworks' brilliance danced in her emerald eyes, leaving him breathless. A gentle zephyr played with her golden tresses, causing them to billow gracefully over her shoulders, and in that instant, his heart stopped beating in his chest.
Zelda's eyes remained on Link and the fireworks roared above again. They sent a shock through him again, reviving him once more. As he faced her, the vibrant display silhouetted his strong figure, accentuating his dark bangs and mane caught in the soft breeze. She could sense his longing to enfold her in his powerful embrace and was drawn to him, her body swaying closer as if tethered by an invisible force. Her hips seemed to beckon his touch, and her lips begged for the candied taste of his kiss.
Then as Zelda was about to lead Link away by the arm from the fireworks show, intending to find a more intimate setting in her tent, where they can be alone, the final explosion of colors and light ceased abruptly. The crowd erupted in cheers and applause, causing both Zelda and Link to instinctively release their hold on one another. For a brief moment, Zelda thought the cheers were for them, as if the world had somehow become aware of the intimate connection they had shared. And that they had approved. But, that was just wishful thinking, she knew better and their reality returned.
Suddenly, the charismatic Lord Ingo took center stage, captivating the audience's attention with his grand gestures and thick accented voice. "Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the finest mummers and jugglers in all the land! Prepare to be amazed by their incredible feats of dexterity and skill!"
Zelda and Link exchanged a nervous yet delighted glance, their secret rendezvous now delayed. "Damn, c'mon just fifteen more minutes. That's not too much to ask for, is it?" Zelda said, stomping while wearing a giddy and frustrated smile at the same time. Like if someone took away the last slice of fruitcake from her. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "Well, it seems we will have to continue our journey to the 'stars another time," she said softly, a hint of disappointment in her voice.
Link nodded, fighting the blush he rarely ever showed, his gaze still locked on hers. He has never known her to swear out loud, so that secretly amused him. He cleared his throat and whispered." Don't worry, Zelda. I'm not going anywhere."
She offered a small, reassuring smile. "I know, I know. It's just... I wish we could hold each other openly, without fear of prying eyes. And if we can't I want us to be alone for one night…That's all."
Link's eyes softened, understanding her desire for freedom and openness. "Me too. But for now, let's just enjoy the performance. I'll take you to the stars one day, Zelda. Soon, I promise."
"You better…" With a sigh, Zelda agreed, her hand briefly squeezing Link's before they reluctantly let go again. "You're right. Let's just focus on the show for now. We have time for us later." She nearly leaned in to kiss him but remembered her place and pulled back, slightly saddened she couldn't but Link understood. He knew it was her duty to put on a show for those around her.
The princess stepped up to Link's toes and faced him, her eyes glistening, and a warm rosy blush painted across her cheeks. "Things…are about to get a bit complicated, aren't they?"
Link breathed, doing that mellow, confident look she loved. "Yeah, but hasn't it always been?"
Zelda could only beam back, agreeing with her eyes.
"I'm willing to take that chance." He finished.
As they turned their attention to the unfolding performance, their hearts still raced, eager to witness the spectacle before them. Though the firework's glare had faded, the stirring of affection within their souls persisted, akin to a warm ember glowing in the hearth, a symbol of their deepening connection and the promise of a more intimate moment the future.
The stage came to life with a whirlwind of color and movement. Mummers in vibrant, shimmering costumes danced and leaped gracefully, their bodies twisting and turning in seemingly impossible ways. Their faces were painted with intricate designs, creating an aura of mystery and enchantment. Each movement was fluid and synchronized, as if they were a single entity, weaving a spellbinding tale through their intricate choreography. Even a cucco charmer performed, playing a long flute which carried a mesmerizing melody that made his cuccos march in a happy line.
The first story presented was the world swallowed by the great sea and then next came the legendary enchantment of the shadow world. Each performance gracefully flowing into another. Seven pyromancers decorated as spiritual entities spat and spun a ring of fire as one, creating a spiraling, dazzling mirror before it twirled and faded back into dark smoke.
Jugglers joined the fray, their hands a blur as they effortlessly tossed sparkling torches and brightly colored balls into the air. The crowd gasped in awe as the jugglers moved with breathtaking precision, their objects cascading a dance of light and shadow. The flickering flames of the torches cast a warm glow on the performers' faces, highlighting the intensity of their focus and the delight in their eyes. They were just a s spellbound as the audience it would seem.
"It's incredible," Zelda whispered, her eyes wide with amazement. "I don't know what Purah was complaining about, but this is the most delightful and wacky thing I've seen since before…before…" suddenly her words got caught in her throat.
"Before the Calamity." Link said.
"That's right…." Zelda's expression softened, suddenly remembering the sacrifice they both endured and the tragic loss of loves ones.
Link tugged at her sweetly. "Hey, it's alright. It's all over now. "
"I know, I shouldn't be such a downpour on a night such as this. I guess I'm just wash of emotions right now. Forgive me Link. Tonight has been enchanting and yet I feel like….I feel…Incomplete somehow… as if there's still much more I should be doing for the kingdom. Or that I haven't done enough. It isn't fair the I live to enjoy in the splendor where so many have suffered due to my failures. I…I—"
"-Zelda, it's alright. You did more than you know, and these people are all alive now because of you. Because of your faith to never give up hope and your diligence, their children for generations to come will never know the horrors of war as we did. Tonight, is the beginning of a new day in Hyrule. Just you wait and see. And we will see it through, together. I promise. Enjoy the show prepared for you. You above all has earned it."
Zelda sighed and wiped away a final tear on the matter, not necessarily of sadness but letting go. "You're right, Link. We will. But that being said, you're wrong on just one thing."
"Hmm? What's that?"
"You've earned it. I couldn't have done any of this without you. This night is your victory just as much as it is mine."
So with that, Zelda and Link continued to watch the mesmerizing performance, captivated by the talent and artistry on display. Their hands inched towards each other, yearning to intertwine again and share the wonder of the moment. But before they could reconnect, they were interrupted.
As Zelda turned her gaze from the show to face Link, the performances suddenly ended, and the drums rolled for Lord Ingo to take center stage once more. The crowds erupted in cheers, whistles, and shouts.
Purah took that as her cue to weave between them. "Hey, you two, take it easy now. If I can see what's going on between ya, then the blokes three rows behind me can too!"
Zelda pressed a playful finger up to her lips and giggled, shushing Purah. "You did not. There's no way."
"Well, where there's a will, there's a way," the little scientist chortled. Link remained quiet, a nervous bead of sweat trailing his brow, unwilling to get between their back and forth.
Riju also slid up beside the couple. "Who cares, let them see, I say!"
"Riju," Zelda said, stunned. "I thought you retired to get some more rest to heal."
"Are you kidding? And miss out on this show? I may not be feeling like a desert rose right now, thanks to those concoctions the doc has been making me swig down. They're no Noble Pursuit I can tell you that, but I assure you, I'm well enough. I only needed a moment to rest my eyes earlier. And besides, once the glitter rockets started going off, there was no resting after that."
"I see. Well, I am glad to have you here with us."
"As am I, princess."
Purah's ears perked and spun to scan behind them. "Uh oh, speak of Demise... Heads up, here comes trouble."
Zelda glanced over her shoulder and spotted Simon accompanied by a few others heading down toward them, amidst the common crowd. They must have seen her. "Good grief... Okay, Purah, Link and I will behave, I promise."
"Oh, don't force yourself on my account, after all, I'm the one whose rooting for you," Purah said, adjusting her glasses coolly. "I like myself a bit of lordy excitement. Court life can be so droll without a bit of ruffled feathers. It's the old hag you're going to have to please, not me! I was merely speaking on her behalf."
"Impa?" Questioned the princess, astonished that she would call her that.
"Who else?-Oh, c'mon don't pretend to be self-righteous on me. You know full well she can be a pain in the backside." Purah smiled coolly.
"Oh, so that's what that was all about?" Riju asked, wearing an amused grin.
"Yup!" Purah nodded, proud of herself.
Zelda shook it off with a smile, grateful for the kinship from Purah and Riju. "Thanks, Purah, for the heads up. I'll behave for her sake then."
Link and Zelda turned their attention back to the stage and took a platonic stance from each other. The shouts of soldiers subsided, and even Simon, who now stood next to Link, seemed pleased with the event thus far. Apparently, nobody of importance had witnessed the exchange between the secret couple; they were too deep within the crowd of non-nobility to be seen.
Zelda knew Simon better though. He wanted to check up on her like a wayward child since she had casually drifted away with Link through the thick crowd for a bit of anonymity. Though, in reality, that was impossible—she was the princess. Her public display of affection for Link would have to wait.
Lord Ingo's voice boomed, "Now, may I present to you all our final act! Please welcome our one and only, our very own most talented fool, the greatest Jester in all the land, Mister Gigglespring!"
Simon greeted Zelda with an entourage of nobility, including the wizard Kelcifer. They all stood in a line beside her, their presence a mix of authority and curiosity.
On stage, the jester, Mister Gigglespring, executed a dazzling array of party tricks, regaling the audience with his zany japes. At one point, he even went as far as to comically imitate the wizard Kelcifer, pretending to revive a dying Riju with a sly, sloppy kiss. The actress portraying Riju jolted as if electrified, leaping off her bed in a fluster to smack the clown's face. His mask spun clean around his head.
In response to her affection, or lack thereof, Gigglespring retaliated with a mock, magical whirlwind to lift her dress over her head, revealing a pair of cute small clothes for all to see as she frantically ran offstage. The crowd of soldiers howled with whistles and laughter. Link, Zelda, and their friends on the otherhand found little amusement in the act.
The real wizard rolled his eyes at the absurdity, and Mister Mattock, wearing a knowing grin, nudged the cloaked sorcerer. "I think he portrays you quite well, Chief Hylian Overseer," the barrel-chested man commented. "I bet that's the story the small folk will tell of it."
"Mattock, behave yourself," reprimanded Daneyrio, his voice as stern as stone.
"It's fine, my lord. I'll let them have their fun. After all, it's all in good humor," Kelcifer conceded with a nod.
The Lord of Draene's counselor yawned, signaling to Daneyrio that it was time to retire for the night. "Well, I think it's time for me and my men to rest. The show will be ending soon, and we have important business for the morrow," Daneyrio said. Turning to Princess Zelda with a soft smile, he knelt and continued, "It's an honor to have you among us once more. May we work together to restore this great kingdom to its true splendor. Sleep well, my princess." Before Zelda could react, he gently kissed her hand as a prince would.
Link instinctively touched the hilt of his blade, but quickly calmed his temper and returned to his stoic stance before anyone could notice. He needed to remember that their love was a secret, for now. So, he relaxed and observed the exchange.
Zelda, too stunned to react and not wanting to draw attention, casually responded, "Thank you, my lord. I look forward to working with all the lords of Draene, and I thank you for your loyalty. It was a pleasure meeting you all. May you find rest as well. Goodnight."
As the Lord of Draene and several others left the hilltop pavilion, Lady Marin and Taleran prepared to follow suit. However, the redhead noticed Link standing beside the princess and approached them. With a radiant smile, she addressed Zelda, "Tonight was exciting, and the people of the Lakeland country are eager to serve you, Your Grace." Turning to Link, she continued, "I'm glad to have met you and enjoyed our earlier encounter. You were kind and know how to treat a lady befitting a man of your station. If you ever need a position as a soldier, Taleran could find you a captain's post on my ship, the Tetra. I've heard you enjoy a good adventure, and I promise you that there's no greater freedom than the open sea." She finished with a quick wink.
Link, taken aback, stammered, "Um, well... I currently—"
Zelda couldn't help but interrupt, trying to hide her jealousy. "What he means is that he's already tasked with recruiting my new guard. Once things are settled, he will establish the new order, as there's no one better suited for the job."
The air between the two young women crackled with unspoken rivalry felt by only them. A collision of statically charged dueling glares sparked between their eyes when their friendly gazes met.
Though the men remained oblivious, Zelda and Marin engaged in a subtle battle of words, exchanging polite yet sarcastic farewells hidden behind cheerful smiles and laughter.
Eventually, Marin closed the loop of endless replies. "Oh, I understand, Your Highness. I was merely offering."
Zelda forced a bright smile and softened her tone. "Well, I thank you for your offer, and I'm sure Link does as well. May you have a wonderful rest of your evening and sleep well."
"As may you, your grace. Farewell and goodnight." Marin finished with a bow. And with that her and her counselor left.
As the show continued, Zelda's expression shifted from awe and wonder to worry. Noticing her concern, Link leaned in and asked, "Is something the matter?"
And just as quickly as it began the show had reached its conclusion, and after an ovation, Lord Ingo returned to the center stage to bask in the crowd's praise. "Give it up for our one and only fool, Gigglespring, and his lovely assistant, the Maiden fair!"
Ingo cleared his throat and continued. " I thank you all for coming and being a part of history this fine evening, for we have our Princess to thank for all of it. May her reign bless us and this kingdom forevermore!" he said, pointing her out among the crowd. Zelda politely waved for him to continue. "This concludes the entertainment we have prepared for you! Enjoy the rest of your evening. Me and my troupe thank you all and goodnight!"
Zelda's eyes widened in disbelief. "That can't be right. Surely, there must be another jester," she murmured, her hand rising to her chin in thought.
Purah and Link exchanged confused looks. "Princess, what are you talking about? Of course, that's him. Lord Gorman introduced him himself," Purah said, pointing to the man offstage who was now off the clock and changing back into his normal clothes, eager for an ale of his own.
Zelda's head swam. "What? It can't be. What of Tingle Jangle?"
"Who?" Purah asked, adjusting her glasses, and clearly confused by Zelda's words.
Zelda's voice grew more urgent. "The jester. The fool we just watched. That's not the man I met earlier. Remember, you asked who I was speaking to? That man isn't him." Zelda pointed toward the wagon where the performers were busily putting things away. "And if that's not him, then that means….that means—" Zelda rubbed the side of her forehead, alarmed by the notion of her suspicions.
Purah's eyes widened, and she sprang into action, calling over to the Lord of Revels. "You there, Lord whatever your name is, by any chance do you have another jester in your employment?"
"No, Your Grace," Lord Ingo replied and approached Zelda cautiously, unsure what the matter could be but the distress in her face said it all.
Zelda's head spun, and her sense of peace moments ago vanished, but she managed to maintain her composure.
"Why? Is my fool not to your liking or taste in humor? Shall I send him away?" Ingo asked, concern etched in his demeanor.
"No, that won't be necessary. It's fine... Carry on," Zelda brushed off nonchalantly.
Unwilling to press the matter further, Lord Ingo bowed gracefully and returned to attend to his troupe, leaving Zelda feeling dizzy and bewildered, along with the others.
"Then that means... That means, the gift."
"Huh?" Purah inquired.
"Back in my quarters. The jester, he gave me a gift. Tingle Jangler, or whoever he was, offered me a present."
Riju leaned in. "And you took it?"
"Well, I tried to decline at first, but he seemed innocent enough and he mentioned he was part of the troupe. I saw no harm in it."
"You truly are one of a kind, Princess," Purah said, facepalming.
Simon, Link, and the others listened intently as Zelda spoke again. "None of you remember that fellow? Tingle Jangle? Surely, someone must have seen him—" Suddenly, like a bolt of lightning, it struck her. "Sylmoor!" she exclaimed.
Simon stepped closer, the group now forming a circle to discuss the matter as the crowd of soldiers began to disperse. The night was concluding, and things were finally starting to simmer down. "What does my brother have to do with this mumbling fool?"
"Sylmoor knows. He's seen him too. He can corroborate seeing this person among us, this man posing as a fool," Zelda explained.
Riju spoke again. "Yeah, but why would anyone want to lie about being a fool? I don't understand—"
"—Because then they can get close to the princess without anyone batting an eye," the deep voice of Kelcifer interjected. Everyone's gaze turned to him, and the young wizard's brows furrowed wisely as a puff from his pipe lit up his face in an orange glow. "It seems to me that whoever this stranger is, he shouldn't be too far. But before we can be certain of that, there is something of greater importance that must be addressed first. Now, you mentioned he gave you a present; pray I ask, Your Grace, may I see the gift in question before you do anything further with it?"
"Well, yes, I don't mind," Zelda replied softly, unsure of what he wanted to do. "But it's back in my tent on the nightstand."
"Then let us have a look, shall we?" Kelcifer said. And with that, everyone trailed behind him to Zelda's private pavilion to investigate the matter further.
Upon entering Zelda's tent, the group spread out to give her room to search for the mysterious gift. Zelda rummaged through her belongings, her brows furrowing in frustration as she tried to locate the small box she had received earlier. The others watched with anticipation, their eyes darting between Zelda and the items she was sifting through.
"Are you sure it was here, Princess?" Kelcifer asked, trying to hide the skepticism in his voice.
"Yes, I'm certain," Zelda replied, her voice laced with determination. "I placed it on the nightstand before I left to join you all. But I can't seem to find it."
As Zelda continued her search, Lord Simon folded his arms and scoffed. "You must be mistaken, Princess. Perhaps you're just tired and imagined speaking to a jester."
Zelda's eyes flashed with irritation, but she kept her composure. "I'm not mistaken, Simon. I know what I saw and experienced."
Purah glanced at the others, concern etched on her face. "Well, maybe it just got knocked off or something. We should all help look instead of standing here gawking like codfish."
The group began to search the tent, scouring every nook and cranny for the elusive gift. However, despite their best efforts, the small box was nowhere to be found. It was as if it had simply vanished into thin air.
Zelda's frustration grew, her hands shaking as she tried to understand how the gift could have disappeared. Link noticed her distress and gently placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Don't worry, Zelda," he said softly. "We believe you. We'll figure this out together. But, perhaps in the morning."
"No," she said sternly, but then quickly came to her senses. "I'm sorry, Link. I mean, ugh, I don't know. It's all so strange. I have no idea what could have happened."
Purah chimed in. "Well, whatever did, it's no longer here now, and that alone worries me."
Simon chortled. "I'm sure it's fine. Nobody has ever been harmed by imaginary gifts."
Zelda shot him a fiery glance, and he immediately recanted. "What I mean is, if it's not here, then surely it can wait until tomorrow. In fact, if it pleases thee, I will have my men scour this camp from top to bottom to look for it. They will leave no stone unturned. How's that?"
Zelda relented. "It's fine." She then spun and snapped her fingers. "Oh, I know! Sylmoor! Like I said before, he saw the fool too! He can tell you." The princess glanced about and realized. "Where is he? Where's Sylmoor?"
"Fat chance getting him to remember anything. Or goddess hell, I'd be surprise if you could even get him out of his chair!" Simon remarked with a snort. "I doubt he could remember what he had for dinner, let alone the party."
"Huh?" Zelda inquired. "What do you mean?"
Simon was about to speak when Sidon interjected, "What he means to say is that his brother is indisposed."
"You mean drunk?" Zelda asked, disappointed.
"Yes, drunk. The fool is probably dancing with a million jesters in his dreams as we speak! So, tell me, Your Grace, which one is it that you want him to recall? Because I bet he can't. He's completely useless in this condition," Simon huffed, folding his arms, ashamed of his brother whom he viewed as a stain on his noble house.
Zelda sighed, exasperated but willing to give up on the search for now. "Well, I'm not drunk nor losing my mind. I know who I saw."
Impa leaned in, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Nobody said you were, dear. It's just that it's late. We all need rest, you included. We can continue our search in the morning with fresh eyes."
Sensing the tension in the air, the others gradually agreed that it was best to get some rest, as the hour was late. Prince Sidon nodded in agreement. "Indeed, a good night's rest may bring some clarity to this situation."
Impa, her eyes filled with wisdom, added, "And perhaps we will have more information by then."
Link spoke up, his eyes reflecting a deep sense of unease. "But what if that jester was up to something? What if the gift wasn't a gift at all? Some sort of weapon or spell?"
Simon snorted dismissively. "Come now, we nearly turned this place upside down. You really think if there was some device here that could harm the princess, I, for one, would allow her to be within a league of it? I don't think so. Nor do I think—"
The wizard interrupted, his voice soothing. "Rest easy, knight. I sense no ill will or any dark manifestations lurking in this tent. After all, I have a keen sense for such things."
Zelda was glad that at least Link cared to ask, but with Kelcifer's reassuring smile, their minds were put at ease.
Zelda agreed to continue the search for the small gift in the morning. Perhaps she had misplaced it earlier. After all, it was a hectic night to say the least. So after feeling the weight of exhaustion from the emotional day bearing down on her, she decided it was time to rest. As the group left her tent, Link lingered behind, offering Zelda a reassuring smile.
"Everything will be alright, Zelda," he said sweetly. "Just get some sleep, and we'll tackle this together when you wake. But before I go, are you sure you're going to be alright alone tonight?"
"Is this my knight asking to stay, or Link?"
"How about both?"
Zelda only gave a weary smile at his words. "I'll be okay, Sir Link." She winked. "After all, Mister Kelcifer said the room had no danger from anything otherworldly. I'll be fine. And as for us sharing quarters near each other… I think we should be more cautious now that the others are watching closely. But before you go…" Zelda glanced around to make sure the coast was clear, then cupped her hands on his cheeks and pulled him down for a quick, satisfying kiss—one that was too short for her liking, but she had no choice but to break away from. "Goodnight Link."
With that, Link walked away on a cloud, taking his leave, and Zelda found herself alone with her thoughts, anticipating a sleepless night. Her mind swirled with questions about the enigmatic jester and the elusive gift. However, as she slipped out of her clothes and nestled into her bed, warmed by the flickering hearth, she found herself drifting into a peaceful slumber. Her dreams soared beyond the concerns of the morrow, filled with tender moments spent with her beloved.
Yet, despite her tranquil rest, something peculiar occurred within the tent. As Zelda lay sleeping, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight that filtered through the tent flap, the mysterious box reappeared, standing alone on her nightstand, silently beckoning the new day and the mysteries it would bring.
Elsewhere, at a place not far from camp, yet elusive to anyone who may have dared to find it, two voices conversed with one another. The first, a high soprano, seemed to sing his words as he spoke. "The seeds of doubt have been sowed my lord and the gift has been sprung. Soon, the princess's young and naïve heart will be ripe for the taking. At last, the great reaping will begin and the foretold psalm of Avenda shall be sung."
"Good….that is very good…I'm glad to hear it. She now holds the key." Answered back his master, returning in a low, cautionary voice. "They make this all too easy…" he laughed sinisterly. "Yes, at long last, the board is set, and the game is now ready…
"Like the seven sunken stars told through time, all their pieces will align. They will all fall through water and fire, just like the shining diamonds of the sky. One by one they will trounce over each other until there's no one left to fight."
"And that will be the calculated moment of our revenge, right?" asked the giddy, devilish voice.
"Yes, when the princess's tender heart is most vulnerable, the key to the sacred golden power that lies hidden within her will…be…mine…."
End of Act I
…To be continued in
The Legend of Zelda and the Last Knight- Act II - Swords and Roses
Authors Notes: This is the end of this first part of the story. The second will continue shortly with chapter 1 all over again. The beginning of the next will be a lot of the story from 100 years ago and how the calamity struck. Now, Please, if you have enjoyed thus far and want me to continue, please help me by leaving a comment, it takes little time but helps the story reach others. I greatly appreciate it.
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