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Zelda › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
6,998
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own The Legend of Zelda game series, nor any of the characters from them. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 4
See Chapter 1 for Disclaimer
The heat from the sun rushed her and she staggered where she stood. Her knees shook and threatened to give way but she pushed herself on. Not yet, she would outlast him this time, if it took every breath in her body she would not fail this time. Her heels skidded out and she felt her balance feigning. No, not yet…
“Come on princess, don’t give up yet!”
The mocking voice of her companion reached her ears and she found herself egged on. “Damn you, I swear when I’m done with this I’ll have your hide.” She muttered still in position. Of all the practices they participated in Zelda hated the balance trials the most. It was not so much that she could not balance well it was more so that after seven straight hours her legs would grow tired while Sheik showed no sign of exhaustion. She had decided early on that he, was most certainly sub-human, no ordinary man had the energy never mind the skill he did.
Except perhaps Matzo that was. Zelda felt her hips wobble once more and tried to find her center to balance and her knees buckle. She fell from the beam she was on into the icy pond below. This was not going to end well, not this time. She floundered beneath the surface momentarily collecting her arguments while feelin. She broke the surface and took a breath, hesitant to meet the gazes of Sheik and Matzo.
“You’ve failed again little one.” Matzo’s voice rang out, not angry but not impressed either.
She moved to the shore her body shivering fiercely. “I don’t want to do this anymore,” she mumbled wringing out her hair.
“Then what is it you want?” Matzo growled. “You will not be waited on hand and foot here little one. If you wish to be a Sheikah than you shall pass the trials like all of the rest, this is our law and this you know.
Zelda bit her lower lip and nodded slowly the feel of emotion swelling in her throat. “Yes sir, I understand.” She did not wish to be treated like royalty, never then and never now. She staggered back towards the village alone, too tired to weep. She couldn’t do it anymore, despite her efforts, she was not meant to be a Sheikah. She took in a breath and stopped. She was meant for something far grander. Something the historians would mark with an ardor of undeniable faith. Something far less brutish, a fact she was less than thrilled with.
The path between the training grounds and the villages was roughly three miles, a forty minute walk depending on whether she walked it alone or not. About one mile before the village the path forked off to the north. She had stared down the alternate route many times, had thought about walking it, but never had. She could feel her heart pounding against her ribcage. Her legs felt heavy, her mind weighed. It was so simple; all she had to do was turn and go, to leave behind this life, to run into the wild forever. The winds called for it. The future rested on the horizon and unless she met it, things would fade into an eternal darkness. She sensed it as well as she knew the dark king did.
The seventh seal, the final key to seal the darkness away forever. She shuddered at the thought and folded her arms across her chest.
“Do it then. Run away.” Zelda gasped and turned. Impa stood a few feet away, her arms crossed, and her expression less than forgiving.
“I wasn’t going to run.” She whispered frightened her voice would reveal some sort of ulterior motive.
Impa moved closer. “I know what it is you want. I know as well what you want you will never have, for the world is less forgiving than you may believe young one. What is done is done; walking a different path will not change the past.”
Zelda’s gaze turned from Impa back to the path. “No,” she whispered. “I wish not to change the past. Only to insure that the future remains in our grasp and not within his reach. There is change in the wind Impa, surely you have sensed it as well as I have. The time is coming soon.”
Impa nodded. “The prophetic one will be awoken soon. And those of us who are destined to aid him…” her voice trailed off into thoughtfulness.
“We will be called upon soon enough. I can feel a presence approaching,” Zelda said. “We must abandon the tribe or risk their lives. The dark king will not stop until I am in his grasp.”
Impa agreed. “Then in the morning young one. We will walk hand in hand down this path and face every challenge that be presented to us. I have never called you my daughter princess, but in so many ways you have been that child I always wished to be gifted with. With every passing day you grow just a bit older and I can feel my heart swell with so much joy. I will follow you into eternity and beyond.”
For the first time since they had abandoned the castle Impa fell to her right knee and bowed her head. Zelda felt the weight in her throat fade as tears cascaded down her cheeks. She helped the woman back up and they walked back the way Impa had come, leaving the road to the horizon behind. They would walk it in the morning, and they would find what they sought. Of this, Zelda was sure.
Sheik stood a few yards back watching his aunt and his friend. Things had been said he did not understand. Things that brought him back to the day Zelda had entered his life and foggy memories of what his father and aunt had said. He shook his head, it was not his job to pay any mind to things his elders concerned themselves with and it would remain as such.
The afternoon sun was moving across the golden fields only to be met with darkening storm clouds. It would rain overnight. Sheik grumbled as he moved back towards camp. A lightening and thunderstorm would make the morning training muddy and slick. And if what he heard held any water then he would go it alone, his companion to become a fragile memory in his cobbled existence.
A/N: Update added, I apologize for the delay, but somewhere between Chapter 3 and 4 an ungodly writer's block hit. More to come in the not so distant future. R/R is appreciated!
The heat from the sun rushed her and she staggered where she stood. Her knees shook and threatened to give way but she pushed herself on. Not yet, she would outlast him this time, if it took every breath in her body she would not fail this time. Her heels skidded out and she felt her balance feigning. No, not yet…
“Come on princess, don’t give up yet!”
The mocking voice of her companion reached her ears and she found herself egged on. “Damn you, I swear when I’m done with this I’ll have your hide.” She muttered still in position. Of all the practices they participated in Zelda hated the balance trials the most. It was not so much that she could not balance well it was more so that after seven straight hours her legs would grow tired while Sheik showed no sign of exhaustion. She had decided early on that he, was most certainly sub-human, no ordinary man had the energy never mind the skill he did.
Except perhaps Matzo that was. Zelda felt her hips wobble once more and tried to find her center to balance and her knees buckle. She fell from the beam she was on into the icy pond below. This was not going to end well, not this time. She floundered beneath the surface momentarily collecting her arguments while feelin. She broke the surface and took a breath, hesitant to meet the gazes of Sheik and Matzo.
“You’ve failed again little one.” Matzo’s voice rang out, not angry but not impressed either.
She moved to the shore her body shivering fiercely. “I don’t want to do this anymore,” she mumbled wringing out her hair.
“Then what is it you want?” Matzo growled. “You will not be waited on hand and foot here little one. If you wish to be a Sheikah than you shall pass the trials like all of the rest, this is our law and this you know.
Zelda bit her lower lip and nodded slowly the feel of emotion swelling in her throat. “Yes sir, I understand.” She did not wish to be treated like royalty, never then and never now. She staggered back towards the village alone, too tired to weep. She couldn’t do it anymore, despite her efforts, she was not meant to be a Sheikah. She took in a breath and stopped. She was meant for something far grander. Something the historians would mark with an ardor of undeniable faith. Something far less brutish, a fact she was less than thrilled with.
The path between the training grounds and the villages was roughly three miles, a forty minute walk depending on whether she walked it alone or not. About one mile before the village the path forked off to the north. She had stared down the alternate route many times, had thought about walking it, but never had. She could feel her heart pounding against her ribcage. Her legs felt heavy, her mind weighed. It was so simple; all she had to do was turn and go, to leave behind this life, to run into the wild forever. The winds called for it. The future rested on the horizon and unless she met it, things would fade into an eternal darkness. She sensed it as well as she knew the dark king did.
The seventh seal, the final key to seal the darkness away forever. She shuddered at the thought and folded her arms across her chest.
“Do it then. Run away.” Zelda gasped and turned. Impa stood a few feet away, her arms crossed, and her expression less than forgiving.
“I wasn’t going to run.” She whispered frightened her voice would reveal some sort of ulterior motive.
Impa moved closer. “I know what it is you want. I know as well what you want you will never have, for the world is less forgiving than you may believe young one. What is done is done; walking a different path will not change the past.”
Zelda’s gaze turned from Impa back to the path. “No,” she whispered. “I wish not to change the past. Only to insure that the future remains in our grasp and not within his reach. There is change in the wind Impa, surely you have sensed it as well as I have. The time is coming soon.”
Impa nodded. “The prophetic one will be awoken soon. And those of us who are destined to aid him…” her voice trailed off into thoughtfulness.
“We will be called upon soon enough. I can feel a presence approaching,” Zelda said. “We must abandon the tribe or risk their lives. The dark king will not stop until I am in his grasp.”
Impa agreed. “Then in the morning young one. We will walk hand in hand down this path and face every challenge that be presented to us. I have never called you my daughter princess, but in so many ways you have been that child I always wished to be gifted with. With every passing day you grow just a bit older and I can feel my heart swell with so much joy. I will follow you into eternity and beyond.”
For the first time since they had abandoned the castle Impa fell to her right knee and bowed her head. Zelda felt the weight in her throat fade as tears cascaded down her cheeks. She helped the woman back up and they walked back the way Impa had come, leaving the road to the horizon behind. They would walk it in the morning, and they would find what they sought. Of this, Zelda was sure.
Sheik stood a few yards back watching his aunt and his friend. Things had been said he did not understand. Things that brought him back to the day Zelda had entered his life and foggy memories of what his father and aunt had said. He shook his head, it was not his job to pay any mind to things his elders concerned themselves with and it would remain as such.
The afternoon sun was moving across the golden fields only to be met with darkening storm clouds. It would rain overnight. Sheik grumbled as he moved back towards camp. A lightening and thunderstorm would make the morning training muddy and slick. And if what he heard held any water then he would go it alone, his companion to become a fragile memory in his cobbled existence.
A/N: Update added, I apologize for the delay, but somewhere between Chapter 3 and 4 an ungodly writer's block hit. More to come in the not so distant future. R/R is appreciated!