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Something must be done about him. I must get him off of the throne. He is driving the world to ruin, and I can't let that happen.

But how would I possibly achieve that? The king was a ten foot tall tyrant with a massive temper and a massive fist. And I was just a castle servant. A very skinny castle servant at that. There was nothing

I could do with my hands, so I had to take him down by other means. I would have to outsmart him in some way. Or maybe I could spy on him and find out when he is most vulnerable and kill him then.

Absolutely not. I'd get pummeled and die. Alright then. New plan.

I sigh and stare out the window. This was the eighth time this week I've tried and failed to come up with a plan. Most things were trial and error, but it's difficult to do that when you can't do the trial part without getting beheaded.

The castle windows were tall and imposing, just like the king that ruled over the kingdom behind them.

Maybe I could throw him out a window on a high floor?

As if.

My twigs for arms would break trying to move that mountain of a man. There was no way. No solution. No way out. This was hopeless, and I was helpless. We are all doomed. I may be named after the great heroes of old, but I am completely useless. And I put my people to shame.

For years my tribe, the Sheikah, has served the descendants of the goddess Hylia. Now they serve Ganondorf, the first Gerudo male in hundreds of years. The king before him thought that marrying his daughter off to him would bring peace and prosperity between the Gerudo and the Hylians, but it really just brought peril and pain for all people of Hyrule. 

“Link Bushida.” Someone said to me. I look up and see the other Link. 

Link Atkinson was a tall Hylian young man about the same age as I. His blonde hair was long and tied back, and his green eyes were like poison. He had light skin which he clearly moisturized daily, judging by its shine. Ganondorf appointed this kid as his general and honorary hero to get us to shut up about needing one. But he was no hero.

“Yes, general?” I replied, not meeting his gaze. He was scowling down at me expectantly. He wanted me to bow before him, but to bow before him would be betraying the true heroes of legend.

“Why are you just standing around instead of doing your job?” He asked.

“I am not needed at the moment.” I answered.

“Right. You're definitely not just slacking.” Atkinson said.

I was technically planning treason, but if I told him that he'd laugh before strangling me. The best course of action right now was to get the hell away from this ticking time bomb of a kid.

“Apologies, sir. I said, “May I be excused?”

Link Atkinson stared down at me with his lip raised in disgust, maybe. I couldn't read expressions all that well.

“Does your face ever move other than when you're blabbing?” He asked.

“Pardon?”

“Do you always look like a statue? That's what I'm asking, runt.”

This again? People always had problems with my expressions, or rather, lack of them. My face just didn't reflect what I was feeling. Sometimes I had to fake expressions. But in the castle, I didn't feel the need to do so.

How the hell am I meant to respond to this without getting beat?

And again, with the “runt” bull crap. I get it, I'm short, and I'm skinny and I'm weak.

“No, sir.” Was what I came up with.

He huffed and walked off.

There was something seriously wrong with that young man.

Once I was finally allowed to go home later that day, I was passing by the throne room when I heard the king yelling. At whom, I didn't know. Until I heard what he was saying.

“You are a reckless mess, girl! An utter embarrassment! Be grateful that your head is still on your shoulders! Any more of this activity and you shall be exiled. Do you understand me?” The king bellowed. Every word he spoke sounded like gunshots.

He sat on his throne, gripping the armrests like they were the necks of his people. His red brows were pressed together, and his yellow eyes were like a flame burning through a page. 

“Yes, father.” The princess, Zelda replied, keeping her head low. She had the same sad blue eyes as her mother, the late queen. And the same curls, but hers were orange, like her father's red bright hair, but mixed with her mother's blonde.

I'd never seen her look so sad before.

Usually she kept her head high. She attended parties often, usually being the center of attention. Her eyes had a certain… sparkle to them. Now that was gone, replaced by the sparkle of the light hitting her watery eyes.

“Get out of my sight.” Ganondorf growled.

The princess nodded, causing the jewelry she wore to jingle. Then she walked out of the throne room into the hallway, passing me. And as she did, she glanced at me, then her gaze fell back to the floor.

I've always disliked the princess. She partied while her people suffered under her father's heel. Dancing at balls, singing and smiling. Whenever I saw her I made sure to make my eyes look especially judging, but when she met my eyes… I'm pretty sure the only thing she saw was sympathy.

Or at least I think she did. Because that's what I felt.

Sympathy. For the daughter of a horrible man.

Zelda disappeared into another hallway, and a part of me wished to follow her. But… no. I had to get home, and what was I even hoping to achieve by doing that?

I left the castle and walked to Kakariko Village, and then to the cottage where I lived. It had been months since I was allowed to visit. But it still looked about the same. A few more tiles had fallen off the roof, so that was something I had to fix before leaving.

Before I could even open the door, it swung open and Aryll came out and wrapped her arms around me tightly. 

“Link!! You're back!!” She cried. I returned the hug. She'd gotten a little taller, which was worrying, because I had not. That meant she was at least eating well, though. 

For the first time in a while, I smiled.

Almost every night at the castle I lost sleep worrying about Aryll. I hated to leave her alone. Well… she wasn't entirely alone. We lived with our Grandma, since our parents… were killed. The first few years she took care of us, but then she got sick and I had to take care of her and Aryll.

So she's not really “there”. She's just here.

The inside of the house looked the exact same. Grandma's old knitting projects were all over the house. Tapestries, blankets, hot pads, pillows, and the old wolf stuffed animal she'd made for me after my parents died. I was ten. It's been eight years since then.

Photos of our family and paintings of the goddess Hylia were on the wall. One of them was of my parents and I. Aryll was too young to really remember them. So that photo is all she has. 

Mother's white hair was done up in a bun, her red eyes were serious, yet it felt like she was looking down at me lovingly. Father had his arm around mother, and he smiled. His black hair was long and braided, and his brown eyes sparkled. I stood between them, fake smiling. But I still looked happy back then. My black hair was a little longer, like my father's. And I have my mother's eyes.

I wondered if they were smiling down at me from the heavens. Or if their brows were furrowed.

“So, how's workin’ at the castle?” Aryll asked me.

“It's…” I paused. 

It wasn't good. If I did anything wrong or stepped out of line… it was the end for me. That's not exactly a healthy mindset to have all day every day. But it was normal for most people living in Hyrule under Ganondorf's rule. Plus I constantly fell down the narrow servant staircases.

“Same as always.” I answered.

Her mouth moved to the side like it always did whenever she was thinking real hard.

“But it's not bad. I still have my head, don't I?” I added. She chuckled even though the subject matter wasn't all that funny when you really thought about it.

“Debatable.” Aryll replied, snickering.

I rolled my eyes. “Is everything alright back here?”

Aryll pursed her lips. “Grandmama's getting worse. Last night she got up and harassed a squirrel, thinking it was a monster. She woke the whole village up.”

That was not at all reassuring. Pretty soon she'll pass. And Aryll will be left alone. And we'd lose yet another person important to us.

“But, uhm… in other news… I got a letter from the castle.” She said.

“What?”

“I'm gonna be a soldier.”

“What.”

Aryll nodded to confirm, which only made the realization hit harder. My little sister was going to be a soldier. She could die on the battlefield, and I'd lose her like I've lost everyone else.

I couldn't let that happen. No matter what.

“The letter said I had about a month.” Aryll told me.

That meant I had a month to get that bastard off of the throne.

“...No… I… I can't…” I said, “I can't lose you too, Aryll.”

She frowned and looked down at the floor, before she met my gaze again. “You won't lose me, if I-”

“No! You won't. There's no way I'm letting that happen.” I interrupted her. Tears threatened to fall from my eyes, and my throat felt tight, and I croaked out every word I said.

“But how? You can't fix everything, Link. If I don't go I'll just die quicker, and more brutally.” She said. My hands balled up into fists.

“I'll find a way. No matter what it takes.” I vowed. Aryll stepped forward and hugged me. “I'll be okay, I promise.” She told me.

No… she wouldn't. Working under General Atkinson would be just like those bullies at school, fight back and you get punished. Except he can just kill you on the spot if he wanted to. I've always had to take care of Aryll, whether it be making sure she's fed, or making sure she's safe.

That was exactly what I was going to do now. I can't let anyone hurt my little sister.

“We will always have each other.” She said, and I finally hugged her back, wrapping my arms around her tightly. “We will. I swear, I won't let anything happen to you. I won't- I can't lose you too.”

I've always been alone. I couldn't make friends. Everyone always thought I was weird. Whether it was my lack of expressions, or how quiet I was. They didn't like it when I spoke either. I always broke some unwritten social rule somehow.

But my sister understood me, she was like me. Sometimes she really annoyed me, and I'd get so frustrated I'd cry. Like when she refused to eat the only food I'd managed to bring home, or she refused to bathe, or refused to sleep and I'd have to tell her stories to get her to just close her eyes.

 The first few years on our own were hard, and I wanted to just run away. But I couldn't. Aryll needed me. Just as much as I need her. I can not lose her too. I will not allow that pig to take her away from me like he took our parents.

He will pay for his crimes. I'll get revenge.

I made some soup with noodles with nothing else but seasoning. Aryll and I were picky. Chunky food with weird textures that were unpredictable were an absolute no. Simple soup with noodles was completely safe and predictable. I liked simple and predictable things. And so did Aryll.

“I missed your cooking.” Aryll spoke up. “I tried making it myself, but it just isn't the same.”

I tried not to think about the fact that this might be the last time we'll eat supper together. Just take the compliment.

“I could write down my recipes for you.” I offered.

“Really? Thank you! But it still won't taste as good, I bet.” Aryll replied.

“Don't doubt your own skills.” I said.

“I'm just complimenting you.” She said, rolling her eyes.

“And I'm giving you advice.”

“Did I ask for your advice?”

“No, but I also didn't ask for a compliment.”

“Fair enough, I guess.” Aryll said, “But I'm pretty sure asking for compliments is considered arrogant.”

“Yeah, but… maybe people should ask before complimenting. It puts the receiver in an awkward position. Like saying thanks sounds like you're full of yourself, but denying it makes it seem like you're fishing for more.” I replied. Aryll chuckled.

“Pretty sure a simple ‘thanks’ is fine.” She said.

Once we both finished our plates, I took our dirty dishes and went out to the pond with a rag to wash them. Pretty sure that might be unhygienic, but there wasn't any running water nearby, so I just washed the dishes in the pond. I'd been doing it for years.

Then I went to my bedroom. Aryll had clearly ‘borrowed’ some of my things while I was gone and put them back in the wrong positions. It was still tidy, thankfully. I liked keeping things organized. Mess was overwhelming, and the rest of the house was always disorganized. But I had complete control over my room.

I sighed and laid down on my bed. It was just slightly more comfortable than the beds in the servant quarters. And I wouldn't have to listen to anyone's snoring, and I had complete privacy. It'd been so long since I didn't feel like I had a bunch of eyes on me.

If it wasn't for the anxiety swirling in my stomach, making me nauseous, I might've just passed out. But I couldn't sleep. I had to think of something.

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Zelda Solanna Hyrule

Nothing I do could ever please him. I have tried and tried my whole life, but despite that, I've gotten no results. I'm not sure what he even wants from me. Although he does tell me what to do a lot.

“Get your damn nose out of those stupid books.” He'd yell. At least the stupid books make me happy, which is more than I could ever say about him. When I was at parties, laughing and singing, people like me. In books, I can pretend I'm the main character, going off on some grand adventure and finding love along the way.

My mother always wanted to go on an adventure. But she never got the option. Her life was cut short. And before that she was forced into marriage and running the kingdom. That wasn't the life she wanted.

Father was never pleased with her, either. After all, he only agreed for her hand in order to get the throne of Hyrule.

Not sure why I was even born in the first place, because I don't doubt Father would find a way to become immortal just to stay king forever. Who needs an heir when you can just rule eternally? That sounds like a pretty good book, honestly. Could I write that? No… I couldn't possibly find the time. Nor could I possibly finish it. I never finish anything I start unless it's required.

Also, writing a book based on my father would just be spending more time with him than I ever want. And who would want to read a book about a lunatic tyrant? Who also talks to himself?

I overheard him just… talking to the dang wall last night, gripping his hair so hard it might have given him a bald spot. His eyes were wide. And he looked mad. Not angry. He looked utterly out of his mind. It was kind of scarier than seeing him scream his lungs out at me.

“I will find them. I will find them. I will find them. I will find them. I will find them. I will find them. I will find them. I will find them. I will find them. I will find them. I will find them. I will find them. I will find them. I will find them. I will find them. I will find them. I will find them. I will find them. I will find them. I will find them. I will find them. I will find them. I will find them. I will find them. I will find them. I will find them-”

And he just kept going and going and going, until he noticed I was watching him and snapped his neck to look at me. It was like staring at a wild, rabid beast. Unpredictable and unstoppable. I could do nothing but stand there, until he said:

"GET OUT."

His voice sounded so loud, yet his voice was eerily calm. Like a raging fire, almost. And so I bolted away.

Since then I haven't left my room, and I don't plan on leaving any time soon. I have no idea what he was even doing. Maybe he'd lost his head, just like the many many people he's executed. My heart is still beating aggressively against my ribs just thinking about it. And I'm still shaking, lying in my bed and wrapped up in blankets like a child afraid of a monster under their bed. It's not like my covers could shield me, they could only protect me from seeing the scary things.

I wish someone would protect me.

But no one has the guts to face him. No one would want the daughter of a monster. Not even my own mother wanted me. She was ashamed that I even existed. And I remember she would avoid looking at me at all. 

Sometimes I'm ashamed I even exist. I can't believe I had the audacity to be related to such a horrible man. A man who rules with fear and an iron fist. It's not just the civilians who fear him. I fear him. But if I were to express that…

I was born privileged. I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth, wasn't I? So why do I hate every waking moment in this cursed castle? Is it so horrible I would've rather been born to a poor family? In my books, the characters always come from poverty, yet their families always stick together. 

They always love each other no matter what. They may not have everything at their fingertips, but they have each other, and that's all that really matters to them. I'm not sure anything really matters to my father. Except for maybe having control over every little thing. I hate that.

You know what?

I am tired of this cursed castle. It's only chaining me. And I will not end up like my mother. I flung my covers off of my bed, jumped to my feet, gathered my things, opened my window and…

Oh gods that is way too high.

Like a one hundred feet drop, maybe? I'm not sure…. I spaced out during tutoring lessons. The book I was reading at the time was getting super interesting.

So… I definitely couldn't jump out the window without dying, and doing that would sort of contradict the whole plan of not ending up like my mother.  

I had to do things the old fashioned way. Wait… What even is the old fashioned way? Let me rephrase that. 

The boring way.

Leaving the castle normally through a door without getting caught.

I sighed and closed the window, turned around and walked to my door.

Once I'm out of here I can go on an adventure, live on the road, maybe I'll find someone to love. I'll have to keep my origins a secret from whoever they may be. Otherwise they'll be afraid of me. And that wouldn't be a healthy relationship.

I could do whatever.

Maybe not legally. But I could do whatever I wanted.

So I quietly push my door open and slip out. Much to my dismay, two guards were placed outside my door, and even worse, they weren't sleeping.

Actually… if I just don't be suspicious at all whatsoever, they won't question it. I walked past them, keeping my chin up and my expression as blank as I could possibly get it.

This was a bit agonizing. I had to keep this up because of the ridiculous amount of guards just standing around in the corridors near my bedroom. 

Change of plans.

I'm going to go to a lower floor to jump out of a window.

After a terribly agonizing amount of trying to keep my face blank, I finally got to a floor low enough and found a room to go into. As far as I could tell, it was empty.

There it was, my glorious escape. An open window.

I walked up to it and stepped foot on the window sill. The fall wasn't nearly as high as my bedroom, but a part of me was still… scared. This was how my mother…

“Princess?” Someone said from behind me. I whipped around to see a servant, with olive skin, black hair with white streaks and ruby red eyes.

Crap.

I'll just scare them into leaving by being weird like my father!

“Uhm…”

Actually nevermind that would be super embarrassing, and they'd probably tell everyone I'd gone mad.

“...Are you alright?” They asked.

That was… unexpected.

“Yes! I'm more than alright for your information!” I replied.

“You're about to leap out of a window.” They said, “That's not something alright people do.”

I scoffed. This servant was quite bold.

“I meant no offense, by the way.” They added.

“Uh-huh. And just who are you?” I asked.

“Link Bushida, I'm a cook.” They answered. They were much different from the other Link. General Atkinson. My sworn enemy. I hate that prick with every fiber of my being. And I'm pretty sure the feeling is mutual.

“Aren't you supposed to be stirring a soup or something?” I said.

“Yes, but I was… researching something.” Link told me, glancing over at a nearby table. A book was on top of it. It was about the legends of old.

“Researching the legends? For what purpose, exactly?” I asked, putting a hand on my hip. Inside I was sort of excited. I loved those legends.

They picked up the book in their skinny hands. “...Reasons.”

I gave them a deadpanned glare. “How helpful, thanks.”

“Why are you jumping out of a window?” Link asked, not meeting my glare with their gaze.

“...Tell anyone and I swear I will come back for you and beat you to a pulp.” I began, lying to intimidate them, “I'm running away.”

“I suppose if you're running away, I can tell you why I'm researching.” They said, “I want to find a way to get the king off the throne.”

“Don't we all?”

“I'm serious about this.”

They actually met my gaze for a moment, and their expression was as blank as paper. They were actually serious about dethroning my father.

“Good luck with that.” I said, turning away and preparing to leap out of the window. “You're probably going to die.”

But just as I was about to jump, Link grabbed my arm.

“I'd like to come with you, if you'll allow it.” They told me. “...I don't wish to stay in this castle a moment longer.”

Well… heroes always had companions on their journey's, so I guess this stoic servant is mine.

“Fine. You may come with me.” I told them. Then I turned around again and looked down.

This was how she did it… how she broke free from him. But I won't die like her. I'm gonna live. Out of spite.

I felt a whoosh of wind beside me, and I realized Link Bushida had already jumped out the window. They landed in a kneel, and then stood up straight.

“Are you coming?” They asked.

This was it.

I'm finally breaking free.

I leaped, and as I fell I heard the wind whooshing past me, the world around me was a blur-

Until I landed face flat in the dirt. It hurt. A lot. Like someone had just punched me in the nose really hard.

“You alright?” Link asked. I looked up to see them kneeling down with a hand outstretched. Their face was still stoic and unreadable. They were so… mysterious.

“Hey!” Someone yelled.

No time for making intense eye contact, we had to get the hell outta there. I took their hand and they pulled me up. Link lead me into the forest, and we kept running and running until we couldn't anymore. Once they'd caught their breath, Link spoke up:

“I know somewhere we can stay, but we can't stay for very long.”

They didn't tell me where, so I just… didn't ask. Besides, I'd rather it be a surprise. Maybe they were taking me to some secret organization of Sheikah that were plotting to take down the king, or maybe a volcano? 

Death Mountain!

That would be incredible! And genius! Who'd follow us to a volcano? And I've always wanted to visit the hot springs. There have been a few Goron characters in the books I've read, and they all seem likeable.

Okay… I literally can't bear the silence anymore.

“So… uhm, Link, wasn't it?” I said.

“Mhmm.” They hummed, moving a branch away from their face. I did the same so my shoulders wouldn't get scratched.

I almost squealed. They were just like those mysterious handsome dudes with dark pasts.

“Uhm… you already know, but my name's Zelda. And since we're not really in the castle… formality stuff doesn't really matter. You can just call me by my first name.” I told them with an awkward smile. Thankfully they didn't see it, because their gaze was fixed forward.

“Alright.” Link replied.

Short spoken, mysterious, calm… also incredibly short… 

I could hear the voice in my head make an evil giggle, and I could see myself grinning with my fingers pressed together.

“How long till we get to this… ‘somewhere’?” I asked them.

“Not much longer.” They answered, before pointing. In the distance, I could see a village, Kakariko Village.

“We're going to stay at my home. But not for long.” Link told me.

If I had no self control, I would have squealed. This was almost EXACTLY like some kind of book! Like someone was literally writing every moment.

When the village got close enough, Link stopped me by putting their arm in front of me. 

“Wait, we don't want to draw attention to ourselves. Stay here, I'll get you something less… attention grabbing.” They said before walking away.

Oh right. I was still wearing a bunch of jewelry and my regal robes… also why did they say that like that? Did they mean that in a good way or a bad way? Was that flirting? What is even going on at this point?

I might just spontaneously combust.

After a few minutes of waiting, Link returned with a set of Sheikah garb. I took it and hid behind a tree to change. It was form fitting, and they also got me a cloak.

I walked back over to Link with my hand on my hip, but they just turned around and began walking towards Kakariko.

Kakariko Village was a small, yet lively place. There were a few cuccos that ran around squawking as a little boy chased them, laughing. Link saw the kid and shook their head.

Cuccos were ruthless, vengeful little birds. Which is why I love them.

The people looked serious, yet kind, just like Link. Most of them had light blonde or white hair and piercing red eyes. Yet Link had mostly black hair. Some other children running around had other hair colors like them. I swore I heard music, and the sound of stomping and clapping… I looked over in the direction the sound was coming for and… in the center of the town was a dancing circle.

I NEVER missed a dancing circle. NEVER.

So I began walking over to it, but Link grabbed my arm. “We can't draw attention to ourselves.” They told me.

“Oh, come on!” I replied, dragging them with me. Hehehe.

“Princess, seriously-”

I spun them around to get them to shut up, which worked because they looked like they were being held at gunpoint. I laughed, and continued to drag them around the dance circle with me.

 The others were clapping their hands in a rhythm, and I lightly elbowed Link to get them to do it, too. And they reluctantly followed along, looking a bit awkward.

“Oh that won't do!” I said, pulling them further into the dance circle and spinning them around again. They looked so disoriented, and they glanced over at the people who seemed to be egging us on.

Ohhhh…

They're shy.

Guess that means I'll just have to take the lead here. 

“Hey, don't look at them! Just enjoy the music!” I told them, and they looked up at me. I took their hand and did the same steps as the others, leading them. Eventually they seemed to get it, and followed along.

I could even see a smile on their face as they danced.

Hehehe.

Once the dancing stopped, Link pulled me away before anyone could approach us. They lead me to a little cottage just a few feet outside the village. There was a tall tree next to it, giving shade to the small pond under it.

This house was basically everything I've ever dreamed of. I've read about the cutest little cottages in prairies or forests or in lively tight knit communities. And I've always wanted to live in such a cozy place. The castle always felt cold, unwelcoming and empty. 

“Your house is lovely.” I told Link, which seemed to break them for a second before they replied:

“Thanks.”

Link walked up to the door, and they were just about to open it before it swung open. A girl stood in the doorway, she had olive skin, red eyes, and mostly white hair with some black streaks.

“Link you're back already-” She began, but then she paused at the sight of me. I smiled and waved. “Hello.”

“Why is the princess here?” She asked Link. “...uhm… I'll explain inside.” They replied.

The inside of the house was even cozier than the outside. Knitting projects, family photos and also some religious stuff were everywhere. Link quickly explained that I'd ran away, but they left out the whole “dethroning the king” thing.

“Wait a second…” Their sister said, narrowing her eyes at me. She pointed at me, and then at Link. “Are you two…?”

“No, Aryll.” They replied.

Damn, not even the littlest bit flustered.

Aryll snickered. “Uh-huh. Totally not gonna go elope or something.”

I even chuckled a little, and Aryll pointed at me. “See? She agrees! You've been discovered!” She said.

Is this what having a little sibling is like? I've always wanted one… but… that was a far-fetched fantasy. That was as plausible as meeting the goddess Hylia herself. But I wanted what the people in books had. We could've relied on each other. And I could have used the company.

Link shook their head, and rolled their eyes. “Enough of that.” They told her. Aryll just snickered.

“I like this one.” I said, pointing at Aryll.

“Oh, great! I've always wanted a big sis.” She replied.

“Aryll, shut up.” Link said. Again, Aryll snickered in response.

Time passed, and I spoke with Aryll quite a lot. She was energetic and hilarious, and she loved to tease Link. And they didn't seem to care much. She showed me a photo of Link when they were younger wearing a pink, frilly fairy costume. Their expression was completely blank, and they were holding up their little wand unenthusiastically.

It was kind of really hilarious seeing that. Their stoic expression paired with the poofy hot pink outfit was just… too funny. Aryll and I laughed and laughed. Link didn't say anything about it.

“I'm going to go make supper.” They announced, sitting up. “Don't show her anymore weird photos, for her sake.”

Aryll snickered like an imp. “Can't make any promises.”

Link said nothing and disappeared into the kitchen. More time passed, they finished dinner and the three of us ate some home-cooked… I don't know, actually. It didn't taste bad at all, it was good. But it was just noodle soup with seasoning of some kind. Link and their sister bickered a bit, but their was no malice behind their words.

For once I just sat back and watched instead of engaging. I didn't want to ruin whatever was going on.

Then Link told me I could sleep in their room, and they'd sleep on the couch. Their bedroom was very neat, full of family photos, religious things and some of their grandma's knitting projects. If it wasn't for my maids, my room would probably look like a dump.

Their bed had a quilt as a blanket. It was heavy, but cool. Which was actually pretty nice. The covers on my bed were very hot. I closed my eyes and soon fell asleep.

I heard a man humming a melody softly, one I recognized from my childhood. My mother used to hum it to herself.

“It's alright, I won't let any monsters hurt you.” A man told me. He had an accent I didn't recognize, his voice was gentle, like a breeze. I was laying down on a bed, and he was sitting on the edge of it, looking down at me and holding my hand.

His hand was scarred and calloused. It looked like it'd been struck by lightning multiple times. The man had skin the color of caramel, dotted with freckles, and he had a bit of stubble on his chin. He had ocean blue eyes that hid dark secrets deep under their surface. 

He wore glasses, and the lightning scar went up to the right side of his cheek. And he had overgrown fluffy brown hair tied back. The man's build was strong, yet soft.

“They'll have to get through me first.” He added.

“Will you stab 'em’ in the chest?” I asked.

The man chuckled and smiled down at me. “Yes, I'll stab the monsters right in the chest if they dare to try and harm my daughter.” He replied.

“Can you tell me the story again, papa?” I asked him.

“Of course, little bird.” He said, giving me a gentle smile.

“Many years ago, before you were born, your mother and I lived above the clouds on Skyloft. It was a beautiful island, and it was all we knew. We were the best of friends, and the two of us were almost never apart. Until one fateful day, the day of the Wing Ceremony, I got a strange dream.” He began.

“Do you think I'm getting those too?” I asked. The man frowned a little.

“Perhaps. Although what we have is a gift from the gods, it is also a curse. Some of these visions will never come to pass in our lifetimes, yet we see them despite that. And they are difficult to understand. You might not understand why until the answer is staring right at you.” He told me. “Come to me with what you are shown. I'll try to make sense of it.”

“Now,” The man sighed, “back to the story.”

“I saw a spirit-”

“Fi!” I exclaimed. The man chuckled. “Yes. She told me that I had a great destiny ahead of me. And your mother began to hear voices from below, but they were not evil. She too had a great destiny. We would soon discover what all this meant.

“I won the Wing Ceremony, and your mother and I decided to go take a flight in the clouds with our Loftwings. But a tornado came from below, and took her. I tried to catch her, but I was flung into the sky. When I awoke, I saw Fi, and she led me to the statue of Hylia. There was a sword there, in the pedestal. Fi told me that I was to take up the sword and go below the clouds to save your mother. And can you guess what I did?” He said.

“You saved her, duh.” I answered, and he chuckled and stroked my hair. It was blonde. That… that's not my hair color. Where am I? Who is this guy? What the hell is he talking about?

“That's correct. But it was not an easy task. The air down there was thick and difficult to breathe. And the land was covered in monsters on almost every corner I turned. I fought and fought, and I followed your mother's path through dungeons with difficult puzzles and huge scary monsters. I pushed through, even though I was injured, exhausted and starving. For your mother.” He said, “I would do anything, anything, to protect you.”

He leaned down and gently kissed my forehead. He smelt like pumpkin spice and wood clippings. Then he sat up straight and tucked me in more under the hand-made blanket. It had birds of many different colors embroidered on it, flying through the blue sky.

“I love you papa.” I said.

“I love you too, Impa.” He replied.

I opened my eyes, and forgot where I was for a moment. I was in Link's bed. I'd run away. And…. I had a dream. I sat up, remembering all the details. I wasn't myself. I was some little girl listening to her father tell her a story. Although I didn't get to hear the end of it. I was interested, honestly. I hate it when dreams end on cliffhangers.

The man seemed so kind and loving. What was that like? He was absolutely nothing like my father. I couldn't remember what his face looked like, but I could still see his gentle, loving smile.

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General Link Atkinson

Ganondorf sat in his chair at the head of the table. It was a lot larger than the other chairs, just like how he was a lot larger than everyone. He exhaled from his nostrils like a bull. I could tell the man was pissed.

“The princess ran away, eh?” He said. I nodded. I patiently awaited his freak out, or for him to be relieved. He was… pretty unpredictable. I never knew his next move, despite working under him for most of my life. I admit that I'm sort of scared of him.

“And with some servant.”He added, and he started to chuckle. Then he started to laugh and threw his head back as his laughter got louder and louder. He stopped and slammed his fist on the table. His eye twitched. “Find them. Kill the servant. And make sure the princess witnesses their death.”

Oh… oh wow.

For a moment I just stood there, but then I reminded myself Ganondorf would probably get impatient and yell. He did so often, so whenever there was a moment of silence, I felt restless.

“Yes, your majesty.” I said.

“Do not fail at this, boy. Succeed, and you will be rewarded greatly. However, if you fail…” He began chuckling slowly again. “...Your title will not save you.”

“But… I thought…” I started to say, but he shut me up by slamming his fist on the table. “You thought wrong.”

Ganondorf had basically raised me. He trained me, taught me everything I know. How could he… was killing this servant that important to him? I shouldn't question him, but this makes no sense.

I looked away for a second.

“If you wish to be at my side, you must learn to do what I ask without question. Everything I do is with reason.” The king told me.

A part of me felt this was… wrong. But… he was like my father. I couldn't disobey him. That'd be like… betraying him, right? And if I did… he might leave me. Besides, I didn't even like the princess, if anything I'd enjoy seeing the horrified look on her face as I kill her lover.

Ugh…ew. Yeah. This is… completely fine.

“Right. I won't fail you, Ganondorf.” I said, bowing my head down.

“You better not, boy. I expect you to return with that servant's head.” He said, “You may leave.”

I nodded and left the room. I leaned against a wall and sighed. Another one? How many people have I beheaded again?

There was that thief who tried stealing a precious jem from Ganondorf, the woman who was planning treason, another person planning treason… treason treason treason blah blah blah.

Sometimes I swear I can still hear them begging for mercy, swearing they'll never do it again, telling me they've got a lover and or kids at home waiting for their return. It was kinda sad. But sadness was weak. I've never seen Ganondorf sad before. He was a strong, and powerful man. So if I wanted to have a crumb of his pie, I'd have to learn to understand that sorrow is for weak losers.

When I was a child, about seven years old, I was playing outside with a stick, pretending it was a sword. I was imagining that I was a hero, saving the world from a big ugly sorceress. She wasn't actually ugly, I would just call her big ugly to piss her off. As I was in the middle of battling Big Ugly Sorceress, just about to stab her in the heart, I heard the front door open and my parents arguing.

My parents never got along. They would always fight over the littlest things, insult each other, yell, break things, blah blah blah. While they were busy battling each other, I was saving the fictional world in my head from Big Ugly Sorceress. So having their battle interfere with mine was kind of annoying, honestly. Except…something was a bit different about this. It felt wrong. Like I could feel it in my bones that this was going to change things.

Of course, I was right. My father was storming out of the house, with my mother following after him, begging and pleading. “Altheus, please! Think about Link! Do you really want to abandon your son? Are you that heartless?” She said, seizing my father's arm. He shook her off and glared at her, his green eyes like poison.

“We both know you don't give a damn about him.” He replied, and began walking again.

“Altheus!” My mother yelled. He ignored her. She clenched her fists, stormed back inside and came back out with an empty glass bottle of beer. She threw it to the ground, shattering it into pieces to try and get his attention. I flinched. Father turned around, scowling.

“I am done with you, Elora! Both of you are just holding me back and making my life utterly miserable! No man should have to live like this, so I won't! Goodbye!” He said, turning around and glancing at me for the very last time. There was no love in his eyes. Only a little bit of pity.

My mother, Elora, screamed and fell to her knees. She banged her fists against the ground, and I watched, unsure what to do. I couldn't even process what was happening before my eyes. To me, it seemed so unreal, despite the fact that anyone else would've seen it coming from miles away. Now, my father's words make sense to me. “We both know you don't give a damn about him.”

After he left, my mother shattered like that empty bottle of beer. I watched her fall apart. As much as I tried to ignore her fits of rage and drunkenness, she was extremely loud. The house was basically overtaken by beer bottles. Sometimes she'd be asleep, and I'd try to get myself something to eat, and I'd knock over a bottle and wake her up. She didn't feed me, she wasn't taking care of herself, let alone her child. To me she'd transformed into a monster. Big Ugly. Except… I couldn't face her. At least Big Ugly Sorceress did her makeup, nails and dressed up, and she for sure wasn't a raging alcoholic. She had a sense of self-worth, unlike my mother.

One day… she was drunk as usual, but I got that same feeling in my bones. I tried my best to avoid her, but she was looking for me specifically. She stumbled over, and leaned against the wall for balance as she loomed over me. She had dark circles around her eyes, she was pale and sickly. Utterly horrifying.

“Youu damn vermin…” She snarled at me, her speech a little slurred. “Alll yoou do is eat my food. Eating up my money. I don't have any because your bastard father left. AND because I keep havin’ tuh buy food ‘cuz YOU keep eating it all. We'd still be happy if you were never born. He wouldn't have left me. This is all your fault!”

She grabbed an empty bottle off of the table by the long part, and smashed it against the corner. Then she pointed it at me. “Get outta my house, you little bastard.”

I was frozen.

“I said, GET OUT!” She yelled, and I snapped back into reality and fled. I ran and ran. She was running after me, yelling and cursing. But eventually I lost her and hid behind a tree. My heart was drumming in my ears and beating against my chest violently. It felt like a cool fire was burning in my throat, and I realized I'd stepped in broken glass. It was all pain, until he found me.

I was sobbing, hiccuping like a baby, when I heard the sound of a horse approaching. Although I could barely see with the tears making my vision blurry, I could still see the huge black horse with an orange mane, and the large man with flaming red hair, dark skin and yellow eyes.

“Quit your crying, boy.” He said. His voice was deep, and it was like a sharp icicle, or being thrown into a frozen lake. Or the cold, yet fiery pits of hell. For some reason, I had just felt like I had to listen, and so did my eyes, since the tears stopped falling.

The man got off his horse. He was huge. Like a glacier. Then he walked over to me, and I felt the earth shake beneath his feet.

“Tell me, how did you end up like this?” He asked me. I felt obligated to tell, and so I did, trying not to burst into tears. He hummed, and his eyes seemed to be examining me intently. “You show the promise of a great warrior.” He told me, holding out his hand. It was large, scarred and calloused. “Follow me, and I will make you the fiercest young man this world has ever seen. We will show them how wrong they were for abandoning you.”

I took his hand, and he led me to his horse, but forced me to walk on my glass covered feet.

Once we arrived at his home, the castle, I finally realized this man was King Ganondorf Dragmire. I'd been taken under the king's wing. The castle was humongous. It was made with black bricks, and had many spires that looked like spikes. Usually that'd be uninviting, but it wasn't to me. Ganondorf took me to the medics, and they removed the glass from my feet, which was a painful process. But I contained my screams so I wouldn't look weak in front of the king. I couldn't risk him throwing me out.

Then, he began training me himself. One on one sword battles. I was knocked down a lot. Over and over again. He taught me the basics, and made me keep going even after I'd passed out multiple times. That was his way of teaching me endurance, showing me how in real battles, you cannot get out easily. After a training session one day, we sat down together on a bench. The sky was dark, and the stars were out. I was reminded of that night, and my expression darkened. Ganondorf noticed, and told me to stop that. Against my better judgment, I said: “You don't ever feel sadness, do you?”

He chuckled. “That is correct, boy. I am above such things. I do not feel pity, or sorrow. Emotions such as those only shackle you, and I am free of those chains. If you wish to become a warrior, you must learn to feel nothing, or you shall die.”

Every time I stood there frozen, my sword ready, I thought about what he told me, and I pushed my pity aside and let my blade slice through their necks. The first time I executed someone, Ganondorf held my head still, forcing me to look at the corpse. He made me look up close, at all the gruesome details. He spoke as he did, but I couldn't focus on what he said. Now, I force myself to look. It'll make me stronger. Immune to any gruesome sight I might create. At the time, it scared me. But now I know he was only trying to prepare me.

I will find that dumb servant, and I'll teach that bratty princess a lesson.

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Darkness, as far as my eyes could see. And floating above me was a man I didn't recognize. He was unconscious. His skin was the color of caramel, but it was pale and covered in freckles. He wore a light green tunic with a loose red cloth around his waist, baggy beige pants and goggles around his neck.

He was falling, and I was above him suddenly. I couldn't feel any wind rushing past me, nor did I feel any fear, I just reached for him. 

But I missed.

I tried again, and I missed. Again, and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again until I finally caught his hand. His eyes opened. They were glowing white. He grabbed my arm tightly, and opened his mouth.

I could not hear the words he spoke.

I awoke on the couch, with a cold quilt over me, yet I was sweaty, and a wolf stuffed animal in my arms. Groggily, I sat up and folded the quilt, putting it back on the back of the couch. Then I set the crocheted wolf down in his usual spot next to the blue pillow, and patted him. 

When I was younger, I carried him around nearly everywhere. I called him “Wolfie”, and would get upset when I was told I couldn't bring him with me somewhere. For a while, he was my best friend.

Now… he sits idle on the couch, a lone wolf. I felt bad, even though I've been told countless times that it's just a stuffed animal. He wasn't just a stuffed animal to me, though. We went on so many adventures together. He was there for me when nobody else was.

I picked him up and sat down again, and looked into his blue button eyes. So much has changed… I missed the days when he and I would go running around the forest. I used to pretend I could turn into a wolf, and I would run with him by my side. I imagined that I had black fur with white streaks, just like my hair. Wolfie had gray fur, and white patterns that matched the ones my grandma had made.

Those were nice memories. I smiled and stroked the inside of his ear to tell him that I remember him, and I never meant to abandon him. One day, we'll go to the forest and howl at the moon like we used to.

The door to my bedroom opened, and I looked up to see princess Zelda standing in the doorway. Her orange curls were a bit messy, and she rubbed her eyes.

“Goodmorning.” I said, because it was polite, and I set Wolfie down in his spot, resisting the urge to pat him again so he wouldn't think he was unwanted.

“Goodmorning.” She replied, very groggily. “That plushie's cute.” She said, pointing at Wolfie.

“Thanks.” I told her, looking down at Wolfie.

“Is it yours?” She asked. I nodded.

“Did you sleep well?” I asked. This conversation was kind of awkward. To me, at least. She nodded.

“Uh… I had a nice dream, I guess.” She answered. I couldn't say the same for myself. That dream was… strange.

I stayed quiet, and she kept speaking. “I was a little girl, but like… not me, and there was this guy that was her father… he smelt like pumpkin spice and wood clippings… Don't know how I smelt in a dream, but I did. He told me this story about how he defeated some monster. Apparently he defeated it to save the little girl's mother.”

Why was she talking to me? I was just some kitchen servant. How was I going to respond? Uhm… maybe like… ask a question? No… that'll just lead to me having to talk more. Er…

“Also… something about weird dreams? He said they were a gift and a curse from the gods. Super weird. He didn't seem to think they were a gift at all.” The princess continued. She kept going into vivid detail about her dream, like… every detail. How the man looked… he had brown skin… freckles… fluffy brown hair…

Wait.

“Wait… I think I saw him, too.” I spoke up

“Really?” She said, her blue eyes widening. They kind of looked like sapphires.

I nodded and told her about seeing him fall, and him grabbing my arm and saying something I couldn't hear. It kind of creeped me out. His face looked… kind of scared, now that I think about it. The princess put her hand on her chin and thought for a moment.

“That is so weird… both of us have dreams with the same guy… yet they're so different.” She said.

Maybe it was some sort of omen. Was he a spirit trying to warn us? Could it be a message from the heavens? No… that'd be… kind of insane. Well… Zelda was the descendant of the goddess Hylia, so having weird prophetic dreams was normal for her, but I was just some… average person. This wasn't normal. It could just be a coincidence… but… it doesn't seem like one.

“The man could be a spirit trying to give us a message. He did seem… ghostly, at least in my dream.” I told her.

“Well, whatever he's trying to say seems pretty cryptic. It didn't really get through.” She replied, brushing through her fiery hair with her fingers. It was a little frizzy, but it didn't look bad.

“Do you need a brush?” I asked.

“No. It always makes my hair all frizzy.” 

“It's already frizzy.”

She blinked down at me. Crap. I just insulted the princess didn't I? Before I could apologize, she spoke.

“Yeah… it is. Dang it. I knew I should've braided my hair before sleeping.” The princess said, holding her hair up to her face. She sighed, “It is what it is. Can't ever get my hair to behave.”

“It doesn't look bad.” I told her.

“Uhm… it's all frizzy.” She said, holding her hair up to show me, as if I wasn't already looking right at it.

“Yes, it is, but it doesn't look bad.” I replied.

“But it does.”

“In your opinion, yes.”

“My opinion is common sense.”

“Are you saying I don't have common sense?”

“Uh… no, but, I'm just saying you're wrong.”

“Saying your opinion is common sense, which is an opinion I don't agree with, implies I don't have common sense.”

“...It just looks bad, okay!”

“Just accept the compliment!”

“No! I won't because it's a lie!”

“I'm not lying!”

“Yes, you are!”

“No I'm not!”

“Yes!”

“No!”

“What is going on right now?” Aryll asked, emerging from her room. We both turned to look at her. “Uhhm… nothing.” The princess said.

“Go back to your room.” I told Aryll.

She raised her eyebrow at me and glanced at Zelda, before shutting the door again. The princess looked at me again, and just blinked in awkward silence. She held eye contact, which was… even more awkward, and I glanced away often, trying to avoid her eyes. To be honest, they were kind of… intense. Such a bright blue, combined with her orange hair and chocolate colored skin, was just sort of intimidating. A lot of people would call her Hyrule's Beauty, which I couldn't disagree with. If she were anything like her father, I'm pretty sure she could've convinced the whole kingdom to turn on him by now with her looks.

Wait… THAT'S IT.

“Uh… you alright?” The princess asked.

“Remember that plan to overthrow the king I told you about? I thought of a way it might work. You could convince the other kingdoms to revolt against him.” I said.

“How?” She inquired, raising a brow.

Okay… maybe I hadn't fully thought this out yet. I paused for a second, thinking. The princess could definitely charm them, but that wouldn't be enough for some kingdoms. They want a better life. Using her as a manipulation tactic was… not a good foundation for a better kingdom. Actually…

“… Well… You're the princess, they'll listen to you.” I replied.

“Hmm.” She hummed, thinking it over. “I'll help with your scheme.”

The princess walked over to me and held out her hand. Was she trying to help me up? I took it, and she shook my hand. Oh. I should've known that. Then she sat herself down next to me on the couch. “Who are we convincing first?”

“Kakariko. We're already here, and if it comes to it, we've got strong fighters.” I answered.

“Alright.” She said, before very suddenly grabbing my hand and standing up. “Where's your leader?”

For a moment I was dazed. This girl was… something, for sure. “He lives in the cottage on the hill overlooking the village.” I told her.

Once we were outside, I pointed to it. The cottage loomed over Kakariko, like a watchful eye. Tapestries bearing the symbol of the Sheikah, an eye with a tear under it, were hung on the roof of the chief's porch. An old rocking chair sat there in the shadows, so the mayor could watch people. It was his second favorite hobby, next to exercising outside to intimidate any and all who dare to threaten his people.

Zelda continued to drag me through the village, earning a few looks from the passersby just going about their day, confused by the sight of Hyrule's princess running through the streets wearing Sheikah clothing and dragging one of their own along with her. She didn't seem to care, in fact, she seemed to like the stares. Her confidence was kind of admirable.

Iye, the chief, was outside standing in a tree pose, on a hill. That was a disaster just begging to happen. Iye wore a huge sun hat with metal ornaments attached by black hoops, like every chief ever. His chest was binded by bandages over his warrior suit, and that was covered by a cloth with the Sheikah eye embroidered in bright red. His mouth was covered by his turtleneck, which was skin-tight, and his pale blonde hair was braided, flying in the wind.

The princess seemed completely unaware that he was meditating, and would definitely fall and roll down the hill if startled, or she purposely disregarded that fact. I completely expected Iye to jump, fall and start rolling down the hill like a loose kicking-ball when Zelda ran up to him and tapped his shoulder. Thankfully… or… unfortunately? He didn't budge.

“Uhm, helloooo?” Zelda said. “Hush it.” Iye shushed her, putting his finger over her lips. “Learn some manners, girl.”

For a moment, Zelda listened, but then she got impatient and forcefully took Iye's finger off of her lips. “We need to speak with you, please.” Zelda said.

“Shhshshshsshshshshshshshhssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Iye replied, covering her mouth with his hand. Zelda grumbled a few curses under her breath at Iye's expense.

“Woah there, dear, that's no way to address someone.” He scolded her. Zelda replied, but her words were muffled.

“Did you just threaten to bite me?” Iye said, opening his eyes and looking up at Zelda. Once he realized who she was, he laughed, taking his hand off of Zelda's mouth to slap his knee. “How intriguing, yet not surprising.”

“What's that supposed to mean?” Zelda asked.

“Nothing, nothing.” Iye replied, waving his hand dismissively.

“Come on in.” He said, opening his door and beckoning them inside.

His home was full of heirlooms, antiques and plants. Blades and knives were displayed on the wall proudly, belonging to past Sheikah chiefs or heroes. In the middle of the room was a Kotatsu table with cushions on each of the four sides for sitting. 

“Go ahead and sit, I'll prepare some tea.” Iye said, giving Zelda a begrudgingly respectful bow before he left the room and into the kitchen, sliding the door shut as he eyed the two of us with narrowed eyes.

Zelda glanced at me. I never really understood glances, but I could because I felt the same thing. Something was a bit off with the chief. I motioned to the table, and we sat down across from each other. Zelda sat with her legs to her side on the floor.

“Zelda, that's not how you're supposed to sit.” I told her.

“Is it not? I'm sitting modestly, my legs are crossed.” She replied.

“You have to sit on your heels, it's a sign of respect.” I explained. 

“If I sit like that my legs are gonna go numb.” Zelda complained as she repositioned herself to sit on her heels.

“Yes, but it's also beneficial. It stretches your legs and improves your posture.” I said.

“Huh. I never knew that.” She said, “I've never been outside the castle much. There's so much of the world I haven't seen.”

“Now that you've run away, you can see it.” I replied.

“I wonder what Gerudo Valley's like…” Zelda wondered, looking a bit lost in thought. “My father never told me much about my culture.”

“We could go there. It's a part of the plan, anyways.” I suggested.

Zelda looked a little giddy. “I can't wait to try on some of the clothes there, they're good for combat, they're comfortable for the environment and they're fashionable!”

Seems like Zelda had a passion for fashion. 

That was pretty obvious if you saw her walking the castle halls. Her hair was always in elaborate hairstyles and decorated with gold and colorful beads. She would wear extravagant dresses, fitted exactly to compliment her features. Although I personally am not one for dressing up,(sparkly clothing is extremely itchy, plus, I could never afford it) I always respected the care she put into her appearance.

“By the way, I really like the style here. It's serious, and made for movement, and yet again, still stylish!” Zelda told me.

That hit me like a giant horse galloping at full speed (don't ask). She thought my culture's clothing was stylish, and she acknowledged the non-cosmetic parts. I don't know why, but I felt flattered.

“Thanks.” I said.

The sound of a teapot rang throughout the house, meaning the tea was finished. I could hear cabinets opening, glass clinking, and then the sound of the door sliding open. Iye stepped out holding a tray in one hand, and closing the door behind him with the other. He walked over and bent rigidly to set the tray down on the table.

Iye then began setting the table, putting a teacup down in front of me and Zelda, and then one in front of the spot between us.

“So then, your highness, what matters did you want to discuss?” He asked Zelda as he started pouring tea into each of our cups. I noticed that he held the teacup handle in a strange manner when he poured Zelda's cup of tea, and that the liquid was a different color from both mine and Iye's.

He's attempting to poison her. Oh mother of cuccos. I hate those birds.

What am I supposed to do? I can't warn her in front of Iye, at least not obviously.

Wait. I got it.

I took a sip of the tea. At first the tea burnt my tongue, and it was far too hot to tell what kind of tea it was, but it cooled in my mouth and I could taste it. The flavor was sweet, a bit musky, and also tasted like a combination of blueberries, tomatoes and peppers.

Blue nightshade tea.

“Pardon me, Chief Iye, but this is blue nightshade tea, correct?” I spoke up.

“Yes… why?” He replied, speaking slower than usual.

“Princess Zelda is allergic, I'm afraid.” I lied. Usually, I hated lying, but I had to do this. Zelda furrowed her brows in confusion, and was about to speak up before I shot her a warning look. She seemed to understand it.

“Yes, I'm incredibly allergic. It could be fatal. I break out in hives, and then my throat clogs up, I choke and can't breathe, then, if I don't get help, I'll suffocate.” Zelda agreed, taking the lie and completely running with it. “It's disgusting. Not a good look.” She added.

“I see.” Iye said, looking disappointed. “I shall make you another kind. Any other allergies I should be made aware of?”

“Nope.” Zelda answered. Dammit.

He stood up and took her teacup and the teapot before leaving for the kitchen, sliding the door shut again. 

“He was trying to poison me, wasn't he?” Zelda whispered. I nodded.

“What did I ever do to him?” She asked me quietly. “Uhm… Maybe it's because you're Ganondorf's daughter?” I speculated.

“That was a rhetorical question!” Zelda shouted in a whisper. “What's the point of a question if it's not meant to be answered?” I asked. 

“Dramatic effect, dummy!” She answered, throwing her arms up. 

“How was I meant to know?” I asked.

“Uh… context clues?” She replied.

“What context clues?” I inquired.

“Uhhh… I actually don't know. Usually you can just… tell, I suppose.” She answered.

“Well I can't.” I told her. “Oh… I'll keep that in mind then.” Zelda said.

She was actually willing to do that? To be honest, I expected her to make fun of me. But she didn't. No questions asked, just… acceptance.

Once again, the sound of the teapot screeching rang throughout the house. Iye let it screech, and it got louder, so I covered my ears until the sound stopped. Then the chief came out of the kitchen once again and poured tea into Zelda's cup.

“There. It's swift violet.” He said.

He's just going to keep trying. This approach would not work.

“And poison.” I added.

Iye froze, and then he turned to look at me slowly.

“Clever one, aren't you?” He said, “Such a shame considering you're working with the daughter of a demon.”

Zelda frowned, her brows pressed together and she stood. Her fists were clenched tightly at her sides.

“We came her to ask that you join us in our plan to overthrow my father. Poisoning me would get you absolutely nowhere.” She said.

Iye glared up at her. “So you plan to take the throne for yourself using the rest of us? You plan to make us do all the work so you can just take the throne unscathed? The throne of Hyrule must be earned. It is a sacred honor, not some power to be sought. Understand the weight of what you are doing, girl. Many will die, and their blood will be on your hands. The Sheikah have suffered under his rule, and I will not allow us to suffer under your rule either.” He told her, his voice laced with discontent and bitterness.

“No! I suffer under my father, too! Living as his daughter is no different from living as a prisoner locked in the dungeons! I want him gone just as much as the rest of you! I don't want power, I want freedom!” Zelda shouted.

The chief was left speechless for a moment. “Very well then.” He said, “but heed my warning. Many will certainly die. Ganondorf will not go down without a fight, and he will not go down easily. That man has dark secrets, and dark powers. Swords and arrows will not be enough to take him down.”

“You have the support of the Sheikah.” Iye added.

Zelda stood there, and took a deep breath. “Thank you, Chief Iye.” She said, giving him a bow. He looked very confused by that. I bowed as well.

“Thank you for your time.” I said. I could not wait to get the hell out of this cottage.

We both walked out, and exhaled.

This was going to be a bit more difficult than I expected. Well… I expected this part to be easier. I couldn't understand why he held a grudge against Zelda just because of who she just happened to be born the child of. 

“Can't wait for the next assassination attempt.” Zelda nearly muttered. The hell? I blinked up at her.

“What? Not funny?” She asked.

Oh, that was a joke. I snorted.

Zelda smiled down at me and chuckled, and to be honest it was the equivalent of the sun shining down on me. I felt warm inside. Which… was weird, but maybe that's just how everyone felt with friends. If I could even consider Zelda my friend. I didn't know what qualified as a ‘friend’ since I've never really had any other than a stuffed animal. No offense to Wolfie, he was a great companion.

We made our way back to my home through the village, and Zelda seemed to be in awe, soaking up the sights like a sponge, her eyes were wide as if she wanted to take everything in at once. It was spring, so the cherry blossom trees had bloomed a pastel pink. The houses were packed together, with strings of lanterns hung between them. Kakariko was surrounded by cliffs, and waterfalls fell from them, into the rivers, and then into the ponds and the houses.

“Wow.” Was all Zelda said. Then her eye caught a woman with her white hair put up in a bun, and her bangs braided at the sides of her face. “Could you do my hair like that?” She asked, pointing to the woman.

“I love your hair, by the way!” She said to the woman, who's eyes widened. The woman gave her a nod and a smile before walking off.

It took me a second to process what she said. She wanted to try wearing something from my culture. She actually appreciated it, too. That was… so different from what I expected from her.

“Yes, I can.” I told her. I sounded so calm on the outside, but honestly I was break dancing inside. I wasn't good or anything, I was actually just a jumbled mess.

“Thank you!” She said, looking like she could just barely cage her excitement. Pretty sure I smiled a little, and without forcing myself, too.

…

Once we got back, Aryll was lying down on the couch, reading. “Where did you guys go? I was kinda worried you guys ran off to go get eloped without telling me.” She asked, sitting up and looking at us with a sly smile.

I knew not to encourage her, so I just ignored that last part entirely. “We went to go talk to Chief Iye.” I answered.

“About?” She inquired.

Oh mushroom skewers. I never told her about the whole ‘overthrowing the king’ ordeal.

But… I couldn't lie to my sister.

“We're trying to enlist the help of all the races of Hyrule to get the king off the throne. Do not tell anyone, because we can't get caught.” I explained.

“What? Seriously? Are you guys crazy?” She asked, standing up with her arms folded. “And you didn't even think to include me in this?”

“Aryll, this is a serious matter. I don't want you to get hurt, especially since I'm doing this for you.” I told her.

“But what if you get hurt? What if I lose you?” She asked.

…I… couldn't answer that.

“I'll be fine. I know what I'm doing.” I replied.

“Fine, but if you die, I'll kill you.” She said, before disappearing into her room.

I sighed. She was right… but… I couldn't bear to live without her. Even if her snarky comments and teasing annoyed me to death, the absence of them would kill me. It was selfish of me, I knew that. Right, Zelda's hair. Now wasn't the time.

The princess sat down on the couch, giving me some sort of… look. A look of sympathy.

“It's really sweet that you're doing all this for your sister.” She said, “I never had siblings, but… if I did I'd probably do more than just overthrow a king.”

“He's chosen her to be a soldier. She's only fourteen.” I replied, staring down at the floor. “I've lost my parents, and I've basically lost my grandmother. She's all I've got left.”

I glanced at the photo of my parents. What would they think of me right now? What would they say? Would they be doing this too? Or would they tell me this is too dangerous, too reckless, and I should just learn to accept the injustice?

“That…. doesn't surprise me.” Zelda said with a sigh. Suddenly I felt her hand on my shoulder. I turned my head to see her looking down at me with a softly determined expression. “I promise we won't fail.”

“T-thank you.” I replied, tripping over my own words. She smiled down on me again. I saw her fiery curls, and was reminded that I still had a promise to fulfill.

I got a brush, ribbons to tie her hair, a brush, and dragged a chair from the kitchen into the main room. Zelda sat down immediately, and I got to work.

The brush was no use, so I began to untangle her hair manually with my hands. Her hair was extremely soft. Which was no surprise given it was groomed on the daily by maids, but it was still pleasant. The repetitive movement of separating strands of hair was relaxing, so I zoned out. I'd managed to untangle it. 

So now it was time to actually style it. I left to equally sized sections of hair in the front of her hair to braid, and pulled the rest of it back. Then I tied it up in a bun with a ribbon, and moved to began braiding the two sections in the front.

The entire time, Zelda maintained eye contact with me. It was awkward, but for some reason I didn't really mind it. I secured the last braid with a bow, and got Zelda a mirror.

That hairstyle genuinely looked so pretty on her. It was no doing of mine, but definitely the doing of her ancestors. She smiled.

“Thank you! I love it!” She said, her teeth showing.

I smiled back and nodded. But then I could hear her stomach growl.

“Are you hungry?” I asked.

She pursed her lips. “Yeah…”

“I'll go make something.” I said, turning away to go into the kitchen.

“Could I help?” Zelda asked.

I turned my head to look back at her, sort of surprised by the request. “...Yeah.”

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I'd never cooked before in my entire life, and yet I offered to help someone I met YESTERDAY cook. It was an impulsive decision, which I've been told I make often, but hopefully it'll be beneficial. Link's kitchen was small, but cozy, like the rest of their home. The table had handmade placemats for three on it, and an empty vase placed in the middle of the table. 

Link was searching through the cupboards, pulling out strange trinkets and giving them an odd look before setting them down on the counter. For some reason, there were a lot of rocks. I decided not to ask. They sighed and stood up straight. 

“We've got nothing here, so we'll have to go get the ingredients.” Link said.

“What ingredients?” I asked.

“That depends, curry or stew?” They asked me.

I thought for a moment. Growing up, the main meal I ate daily was stew or soup. After a while it got boring, and I'd sneak into the kitchens to get myself something new to eat. There were all kinds of foods that I wasn't allowed. Most of them were great, but some others… not so much.

“How about curry?” I said.

They nodded, “Sounds good.”

“We'll just need rice. I've already got the Goron spice.” Link told me.

“Hehe, that rhymed.” I pointed out. They scoffed lightly.

“Come on.” They said, walking out of the kitchen and gesturing for me to follow. We walked outside, and Link led me through Kakariko and towards a farm area. There were cows, goats, and fields of crops. One was for wheat, and the other was for rice.

Link just walked up to the rice field and took some. “Are you allowed to do that?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. They looked at me and nodded. “Everyone can take some, as long as they leave rupees.”

“How do you know people don't just take the crops without paying for them?” I inquired.

They shrugged. “We just trust that our people are honest.”

“Huh… that sounds like it could go very wrong.” I said.

“It hasn't yet, not drastically at least.” Link told me.

They walked away towards a pot by the fence, and dropped some rupees inside. “Let's go.” They said. 

I followed them back to their house and once we were in the kitchen, Link set the rice down, and pulled out a pot and a pan. Then they saw a cutting board and cursed under their breath. “I forgot carrots.” They said with a sigh.

“Hold on, I'll fetch water for the pot to begin boiling it and you can watch it while I get the carrots.” Link told me.

“Uh… I have never cooked before.” I replied.

“All you have to do is wait for the water to start bubbling, and then add the rice. Make sure not to add it too quickly, or else the water will splatter and burn you.” They instructed.

“That sounds easy enough, I suppose.” I said.

“I'll be back shortly.” Link said, grabbing the pot and leaving the house. I waited awkwardly for a bit before they returned. It looked a little heavy for them, so I took it. They blinked up at me, I averted my gaze and just set the pot down on the stove.

Both of us just acted like that never happened, and Link turned the stove on. “Okay, when you do add the rice, make sure to stir it.” They told me, pulling out a wooden spoon and placing it on the counter next to the stove.

“Uh-huh.” I said, “Is that it?”

“Don't burn it.” They replied, before just walking away.

Seriously? Just “don't burn it”? How am I meant to do that? How do I know when it's finished cooking? I looked down at the water in the pot, which was currently still for the most part. Definitely not boiling. I sighed and pulled up a chair to sit down. This was like watching paint dry or something. I was so bored I might've just crawled out of my skin. My arms were folded and I was tapping my foot.

After a while I began humming that melody. The one my mother used to hum to calm herself down after getting yelled at by my father. Whenever I tried to comfort her, she would slap me away. She was always rocking back and forth on the floor with her knees to her chest. It was kind of a calming melody, like a lullaby. At least it was supposed to be. Now it only reminded me of her. Then I thought about that man in my dream again. He was humming it to his daughter. It was a lullaby. 

Could Link really be right about him being a spirit trying to give me a message? I thought about it… and the only message I could really get out of it was… I have weird dreams I don't understand. Super helpful, totally didn't know that already, mysterious-dream man.

I sighed and checked the water. It was bubbling, and so I put the rice in and stirred it like Link said. They didn't say for how long, so I just kept on stirring until they returned.

Link set the carrots down, then put one on the cutting board and began to chop it up with a knife. They seemed adept, judging by how quickly and consistently they cut the carrot. It was honestly hypnotic. The movement was repetitive and rhythmic. Suddenly, it stopped.

“Zelda, the rice.” They reminded me.

“Oh.” I said, stirring it.

“Nono,” They dropped the knife and walked over to turn the stove off. “You nearly burned it.”

“Whoops.” I replied with a nervous chuckle. “It's alright. I burned the meat for soup once, and the head chef put a bowl on my head, asked me ‘what are you?’ and I replied ‘idiot soup’.”

“Idiot soup?” I echoed with a chuckle. “Everyone in the kitchens called me idiot soup after that.” They told me.

“Oh… that's… rather rude.” I said. Link shrugged it off and drained the water out of the rice pot. “It was funny, I guess, even though I was the joke.”

They dropped the chopped carrots into the pan along with the Goron spice, and let it simmer as they stirred it. Their face was blank like always, even though I'd seen them smile a little a few times. Seeing their smile was nice, or it was like finding a diamond in the rough. 

Link's face was calm and serene most of the time. It was predictable, but I liked that. They were like calm waves, in contrast to how my father was a ship graveyard. 

One moment his face was stone cold, and the next it was full of burning rage. You could never predict his next movement, or the words he would bark out. Every moment in that castle, I lived in fear. There were moments where I could push it down, but that fear would always rear its ugly head. Whether I was enjoying myself at a party, where everyone there admired me, or even respected me in some way, or I was locked up in my room, escaping my world for another through a book, I was always scared he would show up and take that joy away from me. He always seemed to love doing that. Just sucking the joy out of everything for the sake of it.

I remember times when I was denied food at all, and I'd have to steal it from the kitchens. There was always this lingering feeling in my stomach, like my stomach had been ripped out, and I just couldn't bear it. So I would sneak out into the hallway, then the kitchen and take either a slice of bread or a bowl of stew. 

My father never paid me much mind, unless I made myself heard. He would only acknowledge my existence whenever I stepped out of line. During parties, I always made sure that I performed some kind of crazy stunt. One night, I glided down to the ballroom floor using a paraglider. Father was not very pleased by that. Another time, I organized a grand entrance. If he wouldn’t give me the attention I very much wanted, I figured I would just get it from others. Strangers in a crowd, in an audience or at a party. Mingling and small talk was kind of my thing. I could always form my words in a way others would like me for. I could tell what they wanted to hear, and I would make sure to say it. Everyone I knew was merely an acquaintance. Never have I ever had a real connection before. All of them just wore masks, as did I. Nothing ever felt real, it just felt like some big fairytale, and that’s how I treated it. I could be whoever I wanted for a night until the next day came and I would have to face the repercussions. A servant would come to my door, and tell me that my father wished to speak to me. I knew that he didn’t wish to just “speak” to me, he was going to berate me.

What am I even doing? This was just another crazy stunt. He’s going to find me eventually, right? Unless sees my disappearance as a good thing, which I honestly pray he does. I wasn’t family to him, I was just a burden. He should be glad to be rid of me at last. The whole kingdom should be, too. Link had to be completely mad to actually believe that I can convince all of Hyrule to turn against my father. No one would actually bother to listen to a word I say. In their eyes, I was nothing but an ignorant dress-up doll. Yes, I dress myself up and try to be as beautiful as I can possibly attempt to be… but… that’s not all I am. Right? Who am I kidding, I probably just look like a boar with lipstick and eyeshadow.

I literally almost burnt water, for Hylia’s sake. She’s probably laughing at me from the heavens at this very moment. Her blood runs through my veins. That almost makes me want to laugh, since it’s so unbelievable. My ancestors were all fierce and formidable people. Warriors, strong leaders, diplomats, the likes. They didn’t run from danger, they fought it. Yet here I am, hiding out in the home of a stranger who wants me to go along with some crazy plan I don’t plan on going through with. It’s not like it’ll actually work. No one would want to stand up against my father, and no one could. Maybe it’s because I’m not a very close relative to the goddess, it has been eons, maybe her genes just… didn’t reach me. 

“Zelda?” Link said, snapping me out of my thoughts abruptly. 

“Oh, sorry… I was just… thinking.” I told them, looking away.

“About?” They asked.

“Nothing, really. How’s the curry coming along?” I replied with another question. That always changed the subject.

They looked back down at the pan, and stirred it once more. “It’s about done.” Then they looked back up at me. “How did you manage to be thinking about nothing?”

Crap.

“I… Uh… zoned out.” I lied.

“Pretty sure that’s not how thinking works.” Link remarked. Why were they so insistent? Every other person ever just let it go.

I took a deep breath and rolled my eyes.

“Oh, would you look at that, the curry’s done.” I said, pointing at the sizzling pan.

Link looked down at the pan, turned the stove off and gave me a look. Despite their stoic face, I could see concern in their ruby red eyes. “I’ll set the table, you can go sit down at the table if you like.”

I took a seat at the table, which only had three chairs, and watched in silence as Link got four plates out of the cupboard and began dishing each one up with curry. For some reason they were extra careful to keep the sauce separated from the rice. Weren’t they just going to mix them together as they ate anyways? You’re meant to eat the curry on top of the rice. So… that just made zero sense at all, just like the fourth plate. There were only three of us. Me, Link, and their little sister, Aryll.

“Who’s the fourth plate for?” I finally asked.

“My grandmother.” They answered. 

“You didn’t tell me you had a grandmother.”

“I know. I just didn’t feel it was necessary. It’s not like she’s really here. You can’t hold a conversation with her.”

Oh…

“That’s…”

“...Terrible, I know.” They sighed, dishing up the last of the curry.

Now I felt bad for calling them mad. They had their reasons.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. It’s not like it’s your fault.”

Link left the kitchen and then went into the room in between their room and Aryll’s, which was definitely where their grandmother was at. I never even thought about what was in there. It wasn’t my fault, yet I still felt the responsibility to at least do something. After a moment they came back out, knocked on Aryll’s door to notify her about dinner, then they came back into the kitchen and set the remaining three plates down on the table. Aryll came out of her room with a smile, but her face fell once she saw both of our faces. She glanced between us and sat down awkwardly.

“Thank you for dinner.” I said, trying to break the awkward silence.

“Thank you for helping with it.” They replied.

Aryll continued to be silent.

The silence continued throughout the entire meal, and it made my skin crawl like I was restless. It was tense and uncomfortable, which was exactly what I was trying to escape when I jumped out of that window.

“This is good soup.” I noted.

Aryll doubled over laughing, and Link looked away and snickered behind their hand. “Actually, it’s curry, your highness.” Aryll said.

“I’m perfectly aware, little miss.” I retorted, and she continued to laugh. “Why does that sound so hilarious?” She said, “Good soup.” Then she kept laughing. I smiled at the sight.

“Good soup.” Link echoed, and the two siblings and I laughed.

It really wasn’t all that funny, but we were laughing anyway. Which was kind of like how you just laughed at someone’s crappy joke at a party just to keep things from being awkward, except for the fact that it was genuine. The “good soup” crap just continued.

“Man, I just gotta say, this is the goodest soup.” Aryll said with a poor posh accent, taking her spoon and drinking the curry as if it actually were soup. “My compliments to the chef.”

“You’re welcome.” Link replied.

Aryll gave them a heavily exaggerated and judgy glare. “You’re supposed to say ‘thank you’. That response is arrogant and totally not good soup.”

“Totally not good soup.” I chimed in.

“Correcting someone is impolite and totally not good soup, Aryll, and neither is teaming up on me like that. So not good soup.” They countered, casually taking a bite out of their curry with a straight face.

“Neither is being arrogant. Saying ‘you’re welcome’ in response to a compliment is just plain incorrect, and therefore, not so good soup.” Aryll rebutted, setting her utensils down, standings and slamming her hands on the table.

Link calmly set their own spoon and fork down, before they did the same. “Technically, you were thanking me for the meal, and the proper response to that would, in fact, be ‘you’re welcome’. So, it is indeed good soup.”

I stood up and slammed my hands down on the table as well, making the siblings look my way. “Ladies, ladies, you’re both good soup. Now, would you quit your useless debate and let us enjoy this good soup?”

“Yes ma’am.” Aryll said with a quick nod, sitting back down, a smile on her lips.

“One small issue, I’m not a lady.” Link pointed out, looking at me.

“Fine then, sir-ma'am, you are good soup, so let us enjoy the good soup we so tirelessly prepared with nothing but our bare hands in peace.”

“Another small detail, we did not prepare this good soup with our bare hands alone.”

“Correct, we made this good soup with love.”

“Wrong, we made it with a pot, a pan, a knife, carrots, rice, and Goron spice.” Link corrected, holding up a finger for each item.

“Just enjoy the damn good soup, idiot soup.” I replied. They huffed and sat down.

The three of us finished our food. I helped clean everything up and then we left the kitchen. Link unfolded the blanket on the couch, preparing it to go to sleep, and Aryll said goodnight and went into her bedroom.

“I wouldn’t mind sleeping on the couch tonight, Link. I don’t deserve luxury just because I’m royalty or something.” I said.

“You sure?” They asked. I nodded.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” Link echoed, walking into their room. But before they shut the door, they flashed me a small smile, a genuine smile. They didn’t see me smile back at them.

I untied the style Link had put my hair in, and braided my hair so it wouldn’t end up frizzy again. Once I was finished, I re-used the ribbons to secure the braids. Then I adjusted the pillows to be more comfortable. Link left their wolf stuffed animal. It was absolutely adorable. Growing up, I didn’t get that many stuffed animals, although I always wanted a whole collection. Not as decorations, but as people to talk to, or… just company. Hopefully they wouldn’t mind if I kept their stuffed animal company, just for tonight. I got under the blanket and held it close to me. It smelt like tree leaves.

Soon, I drifted off to sleep.

...

Everything was in flames, including my very own comrades. My brother, my parents, the love of my life. Everyone, burning alive before my very own eyes, reduced to ashes. The rest of the world was drowned in darkness. Except for the object of both destruction and creation. The most sought after item of all time, right in front of me. I trudged forward, and I reached for it. But they got to it first. With eyes as red as blood, his body as black as the abyss, and teeth as sharp as the end of a blade, he smiled. He laughed. Through my father's body, the devil spoke to me. His voice was as deep as the deepest depths, rumbling the ground beneath me and causing my bones to tremble.

"Daughter of Hylia and daughter of man. Foolish and fueled with the power of the very gods I loathe with my entire essence. You amuse me, little girl. If you truly believe that my rage can be extinguished, then you are not as intelligent as you have been taught you are. I cannot be defeated, my inevitable rule can merely be prevented. I swear that I shall bring the world back to darkness. I will destroy what should have never been created in the first place. Starting with you and everything you hold dear."

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The trainee before me was fresh meat, about thirteen years old. He was skinny, blonde and wide-eyed. A bit like I was, long ago.

“Well? Are you going to pick up the sword, or stand and die like a coward?” I asked him. He looked like he was hyperventilating, his eyes darted around the training field, like he was looking for an escape. I recognized that look, since I’d seen it in so many others before him. “You’re not going to get anywhere by running, kid.”

His big eyes landed on me, and I swore he was about to pass out. A twinge of sympathy stirred in my chest. But I couldn’t really understand why. This was for his benefit, it would mold him into a strong man. Every time I do this… it feels so wrong. But I’ve done worse.

“Come on, I don’t have all day.” I said, in the hopes that it’d get him moving. Trembling, he bent down and picked up his blade, which was about as big as him. He looked so weak. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I rolled my eyes. “Fine, go on, get out.”

I pointed in the direction of the soldier’s quarters. Personally, I wanted to burn that room down. It smelt like a monkey’s rear end, and it was hard to get sleep in there due to all the little babies crying themselves to sleep. The kid looked so relieved, grateful, even. His face reminded me of a deer when you let it go instead of shooting it. So damn pathetic, just like the rest of the army. Because of how pathetic the army was, I was going to go searching for the princess and her lover on my own. If I had to deal with them whining about a little cut or teeny boo-boo the entire time, I fear I would’ve murdered every single one of them with my bare hands. Or maybe I would’ve held them by their throats underwater and watched them drown one by one. Maybe I would’ve set fire to their tents, cut off their heads, stabbed them in the ribs fifty times. Who knows what I would’ve done, and who knows what I’ll do to the princess’ lover.

The princess was a bratty little attention-seeking doll. And I’m not calling her a doll because she’s pretty or pleasant, she was certainly the least pleasant person I’ve ever had the misfortune of knowing, and in my opinion, which is fact, she looked like a boar with lipstick and eyeshadow. Which I’ve been sure to tell her, many, many times. To think she could even have a partner that long to consider running off with them was absurd. I took her for the type to have a new partner every week.

Ever since the first day I saw her, I’ve hated her guts. Her own father agreed. So why was he making me look for her? This should have been a good thing! She’s out of the picture at last! We should’ve been celebrating! I thought he would have been glad! I threw my sword to the ground in rage, and dust flew in the air. Why the hell do I have to look for her!? Ganondorf told me never to question him, he always has a reason. Then why isn’t he telling me those reasons?

This was bad, super bad. I should never ever question him. I learned my lesson before. The first time I dared to question him, it didn’t end well.

I still have the scars on my face from his dagger.

My fingers reached up and traced it, a straight line starting from above my brow, to my cheekbone. It was a reminder to never ever disobey him, to never ever question him. One I would never forget. Ever. So I better get started, then.

…

I got back to my quarters and put on my armor, and looked at myself in the mirror. The other scar on my right cheek, yet another reminder to never disobey him. My blonde hair was long and tied back with the sides shaved. It wasn’t exactly practical, but… I just didn’t want to cut it. Ganondorf never instructed me to, so I had no reason to do so. He had given me a red scarf, and I wore it proudly like a cape. Again, not very practical either. But no one would dare to use it against me. They wouldn’t live to see another day.

Where was I supposed to start looking? I suppose I could skim through Castle Town, then Kakariko… But what if they went further and searching for them there would allow them time to get even further? Come on, Link, remember, if you hesitate, you are just as lost as those two idiots. I sighed deeply and left the castle.

Castle Town was absolutely bustling, people snaked their way through crowded streets, bumping into each other and either apologizing or yelling curses. The train arrived at the station, dropping off even more folks. A huge Goron with a braided beard stepped out, ducking their head. Next to them was a Sheikah woman holding a basket full of endura carrots giving them a dirty look for taking up so much space. People saw me and made sure to keep away. Parents would drag their children away, warning them of the many terrible deeds I’ve committed. Other passers by would whisper things, and I’d glare their way to shut them up. Although I was used to it, it was still annoying. I rolled my eyes and pushed through the sea of people, grabbing onto their shoulders and moving them aside. Someone turned to curse at me, but stopped when he realized who I was. More people noticed, and they parted and made a path.

Being hated and feared had its perks.

Dammit, I should’ve brought Epona, my horse. Ganondorf stole her from some farm for me long ago, and ever since then, she’s been my best friend. She stuck with me through everything, and best of all, she couldn’t talk, only neigh or make other noises. If I had her here, I could easily make everyone move out of my way.

Alright, I’m going back.

I made my way to the castle stables, and spotted her chewing some grass in her pasture. She was a Clydesdale with a white mane and a star on her forehead. Agni, Ganondorf’s giant horse was in the pasture too, except he was munching on the leaves of a tree. He had an orange mane, and an ash colored coat. Did I mention he was humongous? I got her bridle and walked over to the fence.

“Eponaaaa,” I called, whistling. “Come here, girl!”

She looked up at me and fluttered her lips, showing off the grass in-between her teeth. “Don’t you sass me.” I said, putting my hands on my hips and giving her a stern look. Epona ignored my warning and went back to snacking on the field. I rolled my eyes and climbed over the fence. I pat her neck and put her bridle on. She was a calm horse most of the time. Although she always got irritable whenever Ganondorf was around. I led her out of the pasture and got the rest of her tack on before mounting her.

“Who’s a good horse?” I asked her, and she whinnied in response. “That’s right, you are.” I said, petting her neck with a smile on my face. Epona was one of the only three things in the world I loved. Those things were her, Ganondorf, and pizza. If anyone hurt her, I would burn all of Hyrule down. Agni was okay, I guess, but I’ve almost been stomped to death by him multiple times. And judging by his glare, I’m pretty sure it was intentional.

Epona and I made our way back to Castle Town, the people stayed out of our way. I searched the sea of people, squinting. No sign of any losers with curly orange hair. We circled the town a few more times, until I gave up. I rode to an alleyway and dismounted Epona. “They aren’t here. If they were, they’d be idiots. Maybe they went to Death Mountain, since no one in their right mind would think they went there.” I said to her. She fluttered her lips. “Right, the princess wouldn’t wanna go because her makeup would melt off in the heat.” I chuckled, and she whinnied.

“Hey, how much for that one?” A man asked, appearing from the dark. “She isn’t for sale, bozo. Piss off.” I hissed. “Guess I’ll just have to take ‘er off your hands.” He said.

“Do you have any idea who you’re talking to right now?” I asked, stepping forward and keeping my grip firm on Epona’s bridle. The man stepped forward too, chuckling, until he saw me. His face fell and his eyes widened in fear. I burst out laughing. “Oh you are so dead.”

I stepped forward again, and again, cornering him. Then I grabbed him by his shirt collar, lifted him up and slammed him against the wall. He said nothing, he just accepted his fate as I raised my fist, and thrust it right into his face. I needed to let off some steam, anyways. So I continued to punch him until he was beaten and barely conscious.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! That horse was my daughters! She loved her dearly!” The man pleaded. “If you have any goodness left in you, please, give her back to my daughter. She hasn’t been the same since that horse was taken, and it’s like I’ve lost her. I lost her mother long ago, and I can’t lose her too.” The man pleaded with me. I paused, and felt another twinge of sympathy. No… ugh, why was I so weak? If I lost Epona… I’d admittedly cry. Dammit… if Ganondorf were here right now, he’d be so disappointed in me. I let the man go and he fell to the floor. “Sorry, I can’t.” I told him. She was a gift from him, just giving her back would make him outraged, and me utterly heartbroken. I sighed and pulled some rupees out of my pocket. “Here, buy her a new one so she stops being mopey. Don’t bother me again.” I said, dropping it in front of him. “ And don’t tell a soul about this.”

“I- Thank you?” He said, picking up the rupees. “Yeah yeah, don’t mention it. Literally. Never mention this to anyone or else.” I replied walking back over to Epona and petting her neck. “I see she’s loved.” The man commented. “That’ll bring her some comfort, knowing that she isn’t being mistreated.”

“Uhm, have a nice night.” I said, mounting Epona. I wasn’t sure what I was meant to say to that. I left the alleyway.

I rode Epona into Hyrule field, and got her to gallop. It was night, and the stars were out. The thrill of riding at top speed was one of the best things in the world. It was awesome. The wind in my hair, rushing past me. Nothing could stop me. It was like nothing else existed except me, the wind and Epona. Sometimes, when Ganondorf was really on my back about something, I admit I’d run away and go take a ride on Epona through the forest. Being on Epona just felt right, like it’s where I belonged, other than at Ganondorf’s side. I let go of the reins and just held my arms out, feeling the wind. There were rare times when I just felt… free.

Epona suddenly stopped, knocking me forward into her neck. “Ow… what was that for?” I asked. She whinnied, and seemed to be panicking. “What’s wrong girl?” I looked up and saw… a creature. It had empty looking eyes, like a predator, it was lanky and hunched over. Its jaw was dislodged. Its skin looked like it was rotting off of its bones.

“What in Hylia’s name?” I said under my breath, unsheathing my sword. The creature made an unbearable, disgusting and disturbing screeching noise, and I suddenly froze in place. What was happening? I couldn’t move, and it kept limping forward. I fought and fought, and broke free of whatever it had done. “GO EPONA!” I yelled, she whinnied and got to galloping for our lives. I made sure to run whatever that thing was over. But when I looked behind me, it was fine. The thing slowly got up and began to stalk us. I squeezed Epona with my calves, telling her to go faster. This was still thrilling, for sure, but I had no idea what that gross specimen was, and I sure as hell didn’t want to find out.

I kept going as far as I could, it followed behind slowly. At least that thing was giving me a head start. Eventually, I made it to Kakariko Village. I sighed and dismounted Epona, then secured her to a tree. That was… something. Was that even real? Am I seeing things? Better not question it right now, I had a princess to catch. Ganondorf told me the servant was a Sheikah, so it’s very possible that the two of them stopped here. Although that would be incredibly obvious, and idiotic. But I can’t say I wouldn’t be surprised. The princess was all beauty and no brains, and I doubt that servant got any kind of education at all.

Kakariko was a pretty village, but also an extremely boring one. They were obsessed with rules and religion, two things I could care less about. Also traditional values and other crap like that. I sighed. To be honest, I hated the tasks Ganondorf gave me. Even the ones that didn’t require murder or maiming. But I did them anyway, because I love him. If I didn’t, he’d probably punish me. But… He’s not bad. He always listened to me, he gave me things, he appreciated me when nobody else did. He’s the only person I have, and he took me in. I have to do this. I owe him this for everything he’s done for me.

I walked forward into the village, searching the crowd. Nobody had orange hair. There was a lady looking at her reflection in a river, fixing up her hair. She had two strands braided at the sides of her face, and the rest of her white hair was put up in a bun. How full of herself, clearly someone Zelda would talk to. I came up to her and tapped her shoulder. The woman nearly jumped out of her skin at the sight of me.

“Have you happened to see a girl with unruly curly orange hair traveling with one of your bozos that acts suspiciously homosexual?” I asked her with a forced smile, tilting my head to the side and clasping my hands together like one of those annoying carolers. They would not shut up about me needing to ‘find Hylia’ or ‘come into the light’. I’d rather you not come to my door, thanks.

The woman gulped. “Uhm… yeah, actually. I saw her go to Castle Town.” She told me, pointing in the direction of the city.

“I’ve heard thirteen year olds lie better than you. I was just there, and she wasn’t. So it’s either you tell me the truth, or I take that wig off of your big head and throw it into the river.” I replied, getting in her face.

She held one of her braids, as if that would stop me from just snatching and chucking that weave into the atmosphere. “I-I don’t know. I only saw her briefly and I didn’t see where she went.” She said.

“Do you know who she was with?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

Her throat bobbed before she shook her head. “You’re lying.” I said, reaching for her wig.

“Wait, wait! I can tell you what they look like!” She pleaded. “I’m listening.” I said, leaning back and folding my arms.

“They’ve got black and white hair, and they wear purple glasses.” She told me. “Purple glasses?” I laughed. “You’ve gotta be pulling my leg.”

“I’m not, I swear!” She said.

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever, I don’t have time for this.” I replied, turning around and walking away. So, now I was looking for either ugly purple glasses or unruly hair.

(This is where what I've written comes to an end. A quick summary of what happened next is that he did find Link B and the princess, and Zelda made up some lies that caused Atkinson to leave them be. He returned to Ganondorf, and informed him of what she had said, which ended up angering Ganondorf. He then gets yelled at, informed of a hard truth, which I will not say for now >:), and kicked out >:( .)