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incorrectsmashbrosquotes · 3 years

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The Dragon and the Angel

Sephiroth was in his room, reading a book about the history of Eos and the nations of Lucis, Accordo, Tenebrae and Niflheim and sipping more of his favorite drink, Jenova Fruitjuice Tea with a few droplets of Lifestream extract for a minty aftertaste. His room was set up to be a study and adorned with paintings of memories back home like when he burned down Cloud’s home, though most of the paintings of his dear mom, Jenova.

He was interrupted from his reading when there was a knock at his door, sensing it wasn’t his favorite buddy Cloud, he chose to ignore it, not bothering to waste time on lesser beings. The person on the other side knocked again, this time a bit harder as the wood of the door creaked a bit. A third knocking made Sephiroth snap his book shut in annoyance and respond.

“Im not in the mood for company, woman.” He figured it was Rhea again after her little failed attempt at wooing him and still wanting him. He wasnt one for connections, after all he was a superior being and didn’t bother wasting his time with lesser lifeforms, unless their name was Cloud Strife. He knew the woman would return as he sensed her draconic aura behind the door. However he was surprised when black mist began seeping through the door and condensing before him, the mist coming together and forming the crimson and black cloaked figure of the resident Vampire Overlord, no not Mathias Cronqvist, Gabriel Belmont, and going off of his demeanor and gaze, he wasn’t in the mood for being denied an audience with the One-Winged Angel. “Evening, i hope you don’t mind me stopping by and desiring a chat with you, Sephiroth.” The vampire politely greeted Sephiroth who was smiling to his guest as he reached for his tea cup. “To what do i owe the pleasure for the visit, Gabriel, is this about your little grandchild, Rhea, i believe her name was? Quite the beauty i’ll admit, but not my type, too human…” sipping his tea as Gabriel just raised a brow at the silverette’s words. “Quite funny you should mention that, and ironic, considering your own concievment and upbringing.” Gabriel replied with his hands behind his back, not moving an inch as his words registered with the Ex-SOLDIER. Serpiroth set down his tea and his full attention was on the vampire now.

“Oh i can assure you, my mother is much more than a simple human, she-" "Your mother and father were both humans, both brilliant in their fields of work, though from what i gather, Professer Hojo is a bit of a nutcase and Ms. Crescent is imprsoned on her own terms and suffering major guilt for her actions over many things, including you. Like them you are human, your not even a Cetra like Ms. Gainsborough-Fair, human blood runs through your veins as much as the blood of the alien parasite you cling to so desperately for validation and approval, which was injected into you at such an early time that you suffer from it quite clearly. Your blind to the truth, your ‘dear mother’ only sees you as a means to an end, to consume this world and move on. Course thats not to be as she’s currently a useless corpse who'se entire presence has been wiped clean thanks to Mr. Strife and his companions, they also dealt with your machinations if im right on the details.” Gabriel brought his right hand up to cup his bearded chin as if in thought, sensing he struck a chord within Sephiroth as he felt the slow rise of power. “Is there a point to your visit, vampire, or have you come to mock my mother and hope for a slow death?” Sephiroth asked with a light frown, saw what you will about him and his true parentage, he had no care for them, but insult mommy Jenova in his presence, then it gets personal. Gabriel just shrugged and spoke up after glancing around to all the paintings in the room.

“Mocking? Oh no, you see i prefer to give truths and complete honesty when it comes to chatting about matters such as this. I understand your rejection to my dear Rhea and respect your decision, not everyone desires for companionship, be it platonic or sexual in nature. But would it really kill you again to at least open up that black heart of yours a little bit and make an aquaintance or two, or do you have a bit more of Hojo in you than you like to admit?” Gabriel asked as he heard all about the legendary Sephiroth, as the library in the Smash Mansion hosted a variety of knowledge from fighters to the small details of even the most mundane things. He also knew of his defeat and death, multiple deaths, at the hands of Cloud and his friends. Sephiroth folded his arms over his chest and while a bit annoyed by Gabriel poking the hornet’s nest in regards to Jenova, he asked anyway, “And why should I, I seem to recall you yourself are of higher status than others, but you were once human as well, don’t prattle to me about opening up and befriending others when you yourself keep within your castle and avoid mostly everyone like the plague, hypocrite.” he shot back as Gabriel just gave a light chuckle, not even denying that Sephiroth’s words were false.

“You’re right, I was at first, but I confess, Palutena is very tenacious and managed to open me up again, Ganondorf is always pleasant to hang out with and Cereza is just a treat to be around, all in all, i quite enjoy my group of friends. Im sure if you try you could make some surprising friends around here, while sure they can’t replace dear Genesis and Angeal, it wouldn’t hurt to form new friendships, how do you think Mr. Strife and his team were so equipped to stop you and your goals? If you ask me, you might be the better swordsman, but Cloud clearly is the better fighter, perhaps Jenova should have chosen him to be her son, he clearly is much more capable than you are, Mr. Best-Soldier-Ever~” Gabriel smirked with the jab as Masamune was summoned in Sephiroth’s hand and speared through Gabriel’s chest, through his heart and out his back. Sephiroth blinked as he didn’t hear the cry of agony that he was so accustomed to when cutting people down with his weapon, instead he was greeted with a smiling Gabriel, blade run through his torso as he wasn’t even bothered by it, he just took a step closer as the blade went further through and Sephiroth found himself close to Gabriel, Masamune about to be yanked free by its owner, but stopped when Gabriel’s cold hand clasped around Sephiroth’s wrist. “You’re angry, that good, shows that you haven’t completely discarded your humanity, and nice shot, you cut through my heart in an angle that severed the veins and arteries. But as you can clearly see, im a lot harder to kill. Now put away your washing pole and we can turn this little chat into something more appealing.” Gabriel yanked Masamune out of his body and his blood returned into him as his wound ehaled away, Sephiroth setting his weapon aside as Gabriel summoned a chair and sat down across from Sephiroth now. “Seeing as you made your grand entrance by killing off Galeem, i figure we can start by getting to know each other, from one god slayer to another.” Gabriel offered as he summoned a goblet of blood for himself. Sephiroth thought for a bit then shrugged, why not entertain this idea and see what becomes of it. -Later-

Rhea was carrying a few books she wanted to check out from the library and bring into Garreg Mach, both to help Byleth and Bylethe with their teacher duties and also for herself as she was an avid book reader in her spare time and having access to the many books about various realms and more intrigued her greatly. As she turned the corner of an isle, she bumped into someone she didn’t expect to see again, Sephiroth.

“Excuse me, didn’t see you there, here allow me.” Sephiroth greeted and knelt down as he collected her scattered books and then offered a hand to help Rhea up, she was a bit unsure but took his hand anyway and dusted herself off.

“No worries, i was more focused on my books, what brings you here, Mr. Sephiroth, you enjoy literature as well?” She asked

“I do, i read often when not participating in fights. I actually came here looking for you, Lady Rhea.” At her slightly puzzled look, he explained, “I wish to apologize for how rudely i replied to your advancements earlier. Its not that i think your repulsive or anything, its just that form where I'm from and what I’ve lived through, I’ve not the time or interests for such relationships.” He said as Rhea took that in and looked down, while yes she did manage to get over the heartbreak of rejection, she still found him interesting and couldn’t help but want to know the elusive and scary individual that as Sephiroth. “However, I am not opposed to the suggestion of making acquaintances, or friends if you would prefer.” He said as this had Rhea look back to him with surprise, studying him for any false pretenses as he held a rather calm smile that wasn’t mean. She smiled and looped an arm around his as she guided the black clad man around and started asking some questions on what type of stuff he liked to read. Needless to say, this was the start of an odd but blooming friendship.

-With Gabriel-

“Wow, thats new, here i thought he was a giant asshole for the sake of being one.” Sothis remarked as Palutena’s party were all having lunch and Sothis had tagged along at Palutena’s insistience and the group was watching Rhea and Sephiroth pick out books and go over what interests them in reading. Trevor was there too as he figured to spend more time with dad and the goddess who clearly helped him love again, that and Ganon’s kids were rubbing off on him.

“Looks like the mamasboy had a change of heart and decided to stop being a prick, i wonder if that had anything to do with you, darling?” Bayonetta asked as her eyes shifted from the crystalball on Palutena’s staff showing them the new friends to Gabriel as he was enjoying his burger.

“It did, we had a nice heart to heart and i convinced him that it wouldn’t hurt to make some friends around. Besides, im sure Mr. Strife would enjoy not being constantly followed around by his rival.” He said before taking another bite of his food. Alucard just chuckled and quipped.

“Surprised you didn’t threaten to tear out his wing, father. you usually resort to violence when people get stubborn and don’t want to change.” the vampire son snarked out as Gabriel just rolled his eyes.

Come now, my boy, i can be civil and persuasive when i want to be. Besides, i also promised him a good fight if he made friends with your niece.“ He added as this got Ganondorf thinking of how he could promote this and make money, The Dragon vs the One Winged Angel, sounds enticing.

#smash bros #submission #incorrect super smash bros #super smash bros #incorrect quotes #Sephiroth #Dracula #Gabriel #Gabriel Belmont #Sothis #Rhea #Ganondorf #Final Fantasy #Legend of Zelda #Fire Emblem #Castlevania

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katedoesfics · 4 years

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Shadows of the Yiga | Chapter 49

Link slid into the stool beside Dorian. It was by no means five o’clock, so it came as a surprise when Cottla told him where to find her father. He never picked him to be a barfly, but he was the last person to judge. It had been a few weeks since he and Aryll found Cremia, and thus discovered their strange inheritance, and since then, Link found himself at a loss with what to do with the money.

Since then, he had picked up his job again, thanks to Sera, and before long, Aryll had returned to school to begin her final year in high school. Everything was relatively back to normal, and despite all that had happened, Link felt like he had his life in control. Still, he couldn’t help but to feel a strange emptiness when he was home, which brought him to the decision that it was time to move on with their lives, for better or for worse. He had to leave the place he once called home and start a new life for himself.

“I heard you met Camilla,” Dorian said, not looking at him as he sat.

“Where did he get the money?” Link asked, his gaze hard on Dorian.

But Dorian only smiled, not meeting his gaze. “Don’t spend it all at once,” he said cryptically.

“I’m not taking it,” Link hissed. “Not unless I know where it came from.”

“Why does it have to come from anywhere?” Dorian said. “He’s had that thing around for a long time.”

“Nobody has that kind of money,” Link said. “Not unless you’re the damn king of Hyrule.”

Dorian shrugged. “Heroes need to get paid. You said so yourself. Your father saw to it that you would get just that.”

“And I’m supposed to just accept that?”

“Yes,” Dorian said simply. “If you don’t want it, I’ll put it to good use.”

“Yeah, right,” Link said. He sighed.

“Just take it and be grateful,” Dorian said. “It’s what he would have wanted.”

Link looked down at the counter for a moment. When the bartender came by for his order, Link shook his head.

Dorain turned his gaze to Link. He stared at him for a moment, longer than he intended. When Link met his gaze, he turned away.

Link’s brows furrowed. “What?”

Dorian smiled. “Nothing,” he said at first. “I forget how much you look like him.”

Link turned away, but said nothing.

“We sat at a lot of bars together,” Dorian continued. “It kind of felt like that for a second.”

“I wouldn’t have picked you for a bar guy.”

Dorian chuckled. “I wasn’t.” He shrugged. “What are you doing here, anyway? Did you just come to give me shit?”

“Yes,” Link started. “Among other things.”

Dorian raised a brow.

“I decided to sell the house,” he said. “Once Aryll graduates, we’re leaving the city.”

Dorian simply nodded.

“Don’t worry,” he started. “I’ll be sure to come by once in a while to bug you.”

Dorian smiled. “Right.”

“And I got more shit than I need to take with me,” he continued. He pulled an envelope out of the inside pocket of his jacket. “I thought you might want these.” He passed it to Dorian with a shrug. “We have plenty, and I don’t care for your ugly mug.”

Dorian opened the envelope and pulled out the photos inside. The image on top showed a young Rusl and Dorian. They both had a beer in hand and were dressed in their uniforms. Rusl was flipping the camera the bird while Dorian seemed to be mid eye-roll. He smiled down at the picture, then proceeded to flip through them. There were various other pictures, including some of him and his wife, and all three of them together. There was even one of Rusl with Dorian’s daughters. Cottla was on his shoulders, though he was crouched down on Koko’s level while she tried to get at her younger sister.

“Who knew he was such a sucker for kids?” Link said.

“I called him out on that once,” Dorian said. He frowned. “He punched me.”

Link turned away. He studied the bottles on the shelves behind the bar. “I know everything,” he said softly. “I know that he… he didn’t plan on coming back.”

Dorian was quiet for a moment. His voice was soft when he spoke. “There was nothing you could have done. You never would have been able to utilize your full power as long as he lived. It has been that way since the very beginning. The spirit of the hero manifests only in the one worthy of the Triforce. The one with extraordinary qualities that make a hero. And, in turn, it takes two extraordinary people to bring such a being into the world. A part of that spirit rest within your parents. And as long as that part of the hero was there, you would be unable to utilize your full power, especially without the aid of the Master Sword. It has been that way for each and every hero before you and will continue on. That’s just the way it is.”

Link looked down at the counter. “I wish… it didn’t have to be that way.”

Dorian glanced at him. “I know.” He sighed. “For what it’s worth, I was on your side. I tried to stop him.”

Link’s lips pulled into a small smile. “And all this time, I thought you weren’t on my side.”

“Yeah, well.” Dorian sighed. “I have a lot of regrets. But everything I did was to keep you and Aryll safe. And, once in a while, keep your damn father alive. Hylia knows he didn’t make that easy for me.”

“Yeah. I know.” He stood and turned to Dorian. “Well, thanks for everything. That’s all I wanted to say.”

“Sure.”

“See you around, D.”

“Don’t call me that,” he sneered.

Link grinned and left him alone in the bar.

*****

To his dismay, there were two extra women in his house when he returned home. Aryll, Mipha, Cremia, and Anju were sitting around the table, each with their own bowl of ice cream, and Cremia was in mid sob as she spoke to her friends. She paused when Link entered, then seemed to forget about whatever crisis she was facing, beaming at Link cheerfully.

“Well, look who it is,” she said in greeting.

“So,” Anju started. “Are we done talking about the bastard that cheated on you?”

Cremia sighed and put her chin in her hand. “This is not how I planned on spending my first day as a senior,” she said.

“I’m sorry you couldn’t fuck in the bathroom,” Aryll said dryly. “But you’ll have all year to be disgusting.”

“Please,” Cremia said. “I’m classier than that.”

“I don’t think you are,” Anju said.

“I missed this,” Cremia said. “I’m glad you’re not mysteriously on the lam anymore.”

“Yeah,” Anju started. “So, you’re really not going to explain that, like, at all?”

“I told you,” Aryll insisted. “We were on… vacation.”

“You went on vacation,” Cremia started, “with your brother and his girlfriend?” She grinned at Link. “What a buzzkill.” She then turned her attention to Mipha. “You could have dumped her on us.”

“Why?” Link started. “So you could get drunk and crash another car?”

Cremia slouched in her chair. “Oh, you remember that, huh?”

“You’re lucky we went on vacation after that,” Aryll said with a grin. “He would have gone all Hulk on you, otherwise.”

“Hulk?” Anju echoed.

Aryll dismissed her with a wave of her hand. She put a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth. “So, how are we getting revenge on that dick?” she asked, changing the subject. “You can’t let this first day define the rest of the year. You gotta put him in his place and make him regret the day he was ever born.”

“You are in the perfect place to destroy his entire senior year,” Anju added in agreement. “We have to take advantage of that.”

“Wow,” Link muttered. “Is that what women really do?”

“You should have seen what we came up with when you and Mipha were broken up,” Aryll said casually.

Link glanced at Mipha, and she shook her head, but grinned.

“She’s pretty twisted,” Aryll said. “I wouldn’t piss her off if I were you.”

“Trust me,” Link started. “I know.”

“Anyway,” Aryll continued. “We gotta make this year epic. Really go out with a bang.”

“Not a car crash,” Link added.

Aryll ignored her brother. “Because after this, I’m ditching this joint.”

Anju frowned. “You guys are really moving out of the city?”

Aryll nodded. “Well, they are. I haven’t decided where I’m going, yet. I’ve got my pick of colleges.”

“Remind me how that happened, again?” Cremia asked suspiciously. “Last year, you were pretty sure you weren’t going to college.”

“I changed my mind,” Aryll said. “I’ll earn some money stripping or something. That was the plan all along, really.”

“Makes sense,” Cremia confirmed with a nod.

“Or,” Anju started. “Hear me out. Scholarships.” She grinned.

“Well, sure, there’s that,” Aryll said. “But I liked my plan, better.”

“So, are we getting pizza?” Link asked in a desperate attempt to change the subject. “I’m thinking pepperoni?”

“I don’t want to look at another pizza for the rest of my life,” Mipha sneered at him. “I am so sick of pizza!”

“We need a divorce,” Link said.

“I can’t believe she just said that,” Aryll said with a grin. “Next thing you know, she’ll tell us we can’t have peanut butter and banana sandwiches.”

“You are both hopeless,” Mipha said, shaking her head. She took the empty bowls. “Don’t you have a summer project to do?” she asked Aryll.

“Yes, mother,” Aryll hissed.

“How come you got an extension?” Cremia whined.

“I met special circumstances,” Aryll said simply.

“Your month long vacation is a special circumstance?” Cremia raised a skeptical brow at her.

“I don’t think they were on vacation,” Anju said.

“Probably witness protection or something,” Cremia said, rolling her eyes.

Aryll laughed. “Right. That’s it.” She stood. “Are you going to help me bullshit this project or what?”

Cremia sighed. “So, I guess we’re done talking about me?”

“You’re never done talking about you,” Anju said dryly.

“We’ll come up with our revenge plan while we work.”

“You know,” Cremia started. “I did my project. Why should I have to help you?”

“You called that a project?” Anju said. “It was pathetic.”

“You’re gonna help me because you almost killed me,” Aryll reminded her.

“I could have died, too, you know.” Still, she followed Aryll and Anju upstairs, leaving Mipha and Link alone in the kitchen.

“I don’t remember high school being that dramatic.”

“We were too busy fighting Ganondorf’s minions,” Link said. “We had our own drama.”

Mipha smiled. “Wow. I feel really, really old. I can’t believe that was like, ten years ago.”

“Yeah,” Link started. “I think I’m already getting gray hairs.” He pulled at a few strands. “This one is Aryll, and this one is Mipha. And look, here’s a bunch more Arylls. Hm. Way more Arylls than there are Ganondorfs.”

Mipha pushed his arm playfully. “You know,” she started. “It will be nice to finally have a house to ourselves.”

“Where should we go?” Link asked. He grinned. “The world is our oyster.”

#loz #botw #legend of zelda #breath of the wild #fic #fanfic #soty #shadows of the yiga #soty49

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themostcleverandwittyname · 5 years

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There’s Power in Pain

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Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess

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Summary:

A farmer with a troubled past had found a fallen hero on a riverside and makes the decision to take him in. With Ganondorf gathering power by the minute, there is no time to delay in his defeat however there is a time and place for everything as well as a lesson to learn. Link will have to do the hardest thing he has ever done and that is wait until he is ready to defeat Ganondorf.

But will Link ever truly be ready to rely on help to do the impossible? To accept that even heroes need support even from the most unlikely of people?

Meanwhile, a group of thieves organize to steal the sacred sword of the Hero of Destiny for themselves.

Chapter 3: Strawberry Tarts

Chapter 3 on AO3

Two hardly interesting days had passed and Annette’s involuntary house guest was holding up well so far. The wounds on his chest had begun to shrink in size, making them less likely to open up if he were to move around. Still, for the safety of her pristine guest room, she urged the swordsman to remain seated in bed. Bringing him books for entertainment and whatever he needed, she still managed to get some work done with her strawberry jam making process. Many shelves of her storage were filled with the jars and ready to be sold.

Waking up early this particular morning, Annette had checked in the find the man still asleep in the bed, the sun just beginning to rise. She still knew so little about him because he was certainly not one to talk her ear off. Each time she had gone in to check on him or bring him something he needed, silence fell over the room except for her own voice and some half-hearted and quiet responses, usually limited to a thank you or the answer to a yes or no question. She found it odd, but she could understand where the guy came from. She would be silent if she were alone in a stranger’s house too. For the most part, she had caught onto his reluctance to speak and didn’t try to spark any conversation.

She still had no clue if the swordsman had any relatives or friends who were looking for him or where he came from for that matter. With his lack of introduction and no information turning up from Zania, who at the Castle Town marketplace had asked around. They didn’t even know his name yet, then again stupidly Annette had not asked.

Something that she noticed was that the swordsman was very anxious and restless in the room. She figured that if he could stand up without bleeding and collapsing, he would be out the door. Of course, this was normal because having to lay and heal was the most agonizing thing especially if you are crafty or a busy body but this man was more fidgety than usual. He would try to get up and stand and be doubled over before he took two steps and she thought that someone would learn their lesson after getting the same results a few times.

Of course, he would have to learn to rest up because opening his wounds every time was only going to keep him here longer and she knew that was the last thing the man wanted.

She let her thoughts fade as she poured the boiling water over the tea leaves, watching the flow swirl over the diffuser and the color begin to steep in. The aroma was soft but still present among the scent of freshly cooked sausage and strawberry tarts. She had just pulled the pastries from her oven and thought that she would treat herself, her friend Zania, and also her houseguest to her favorite dessert. Surveying the breakfast, she gathered two plates for the time being, as her friend had not yet arrived, and began to place the food on each plate.

She grabbed her teacup, which was in the way of her plating, and turned to place it on the kitchen table behind her. When she did, a sight gave her a fright and she threw up hands up, her porcelain cup launched from her grasp and shattered against the tile a foot away, sending tea sloshing across the floor.

The injured man had wandered out of his room and had found himself in her kitchen and she was not prepared at all to see any figure standing behind her. It had happened so quickly she wasn’t even sure if she had made a sound but all she could do was stare in shock and dismay at the shattered remains of a perfectly good cup.

“Ah, for fucks sake.” she breathed out, having held her breath. Noticing that the blonde was still standing there, surprised by both her choice of words and the mess on the floor, she spoke up.

“I hope you’re not bleeding, standing there like that.” she scoffed, turning to grab the broom. She heard a soft apology, the swordsman’s words sound as if they came from a kicked puppy. She sighed to herself, acknowledging that it wasn’t his fault.

As she swept up the glass, the blonde idly watched her with his blue eyes, looking down at the ground. She wanted to say something to diffuse the tension and halfway let the man know she wasn’t mad.

“Have a seat, you’re making me nervous.” she began and cringed at how harsh it came out, the blonde glanced away and silently sat down, not looking at her. Jeez could she be nice for once? “Um, are you hungry? I made something kinda nice this morning. I was about to bring you a plate anyway but I’m sure sitting at the table is refreshing for you, huh?” she rambled, letting her voice lilt up to attempt to sound anything but harsh and she instead sounded as if she were talking to a child.

Wow, she was not used to houseguests other than her friends.

The man kept his eyes on the table and nodded, his hands clamped together on the table surface. She realized that he had put on the spare shirt that lay in his room for him, just in case. So far, she didn’t see any dots of blood through the cloth, which was a good sign. Despite his protests and dumb actions, like getting up and walking into the kitchen, he was faring well and healing fast. The biggest concern would be how long his broken arm would take to mend. With her mess cleaned up and the tea cleaned, she put the plates together and attempted again at something of a conversation as she set the plates on the oak table.

“Do you like strawberries? These are strawberry tarts made of my strawberry jam and I thought you might like them. They’re a favorite of mine.” she stated, the blonde’s eyes lit up at the desert on the plate. He smiled a little when the plate was passed to him and her mood lifted.

“Yes, strawberries are rare in Ordon and I haven’t had any in a long time.” he shared in a low content voice, not hesitating to reach for the closest tart. It was the first time she had heard him speak in a few days and she was pleasantly surprised. This may be a good chance to continue to talk and see what she can find out.

“Good, while you’re here, you’ll probably eat more strawberries and strawberry based stuff than you care to.” Annette joked, taking a bite herself from the still warm pastry. “So, is Ordon where you’re from? You have any family who are wondering where you are right now?” she inquired, hoping to finally get the answer that she’s had on her mind for days now.

The blonde shook his head and looking above her pastry she noticed that the gash on his face had healed completely too.

“I don’t have any family but I grew up in Ordon. My friends there would be worried for me but I have taken long absences before.” he responded, his face twisting a bit, pausing before also taking a bite from the dessert. So he didn’t have any family and his friends most likely weren’t expecting him back. It wasn’t uncommon for swordsmen to travel and have journeys that last for weeks or months in the forests and fields surrounding Hyrule, no doubt looking for treasures and hunting down mythical items. It was nonsense, but not uncommon.

“Oh, so they most likely wouldn’t be stunned to find out that you’ve been hurt or do you usually return without a scratch?” the brunette mused, a hint of sarcasm gracing her words. The man moved his left arm and winced, placing down his pastry to also try the sausage.

“Normally I don’t…” he trailed off, looking to the side for his words. His voice left a silence for an uncomfortable minute, leaving Annette almost hoping for her loud friend to come bursting through the door. With her plate half finished and his completely clean, she debated prying more or resolving to offer him more food as he blankly looked around the kitchen. She figured that if he wasn’t up to sitting there, he would already have laid back down.

“So… I feel like our introduction has been a little off, huh? What’s your name and what are you so impatient about?” she guessed from the way he was fidgeting in his seat and constantly in a state of trying to leave. He looked up, his eyes wide as he snapped back to reality.

“It’s Link…” he hesitated, his good arm reaching up to rest on the back on his neck. He took a deep breath and winced immediately, as it was still too much for his abdomen. “How did you...do you know where my other things are? You brought my swords and shield to me, but nothing else.” Link explained, looking at her with hopeful eyes. She gave him a look and leaned back in her seat.

“Well Link, I don’t know how to tell you this but you didn’t have anything else with you at the time.” her honest words came out and the blonde stared back, waiting for more explanation. “That’s a lie actually, you were wearing a green tunic and a… fun hat. I have that set aside because it’s absolutely shredded. What other items did you have because if you were robbed I don’t see why someone wouldn’t also take your sword and shield?” her words hung in the air and the same silence settled around them, only this time the tension was solidified by the bitter expression on Link's face.

Annette pressed her lips together, hating to be the bearer of bad news but at the same time still considering the man to be lucky. The blonde squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath, a mental reset. Letting her fingers grasp at the empty plate, she pushed her chair back and moved to place the dish in the sink basin.

"Are you sure you didn't see anything else?" Link hesitantly breathed out, a glimmer of hope still in his voice. She wondered what exactly he had lost that was so important. Surely he could buy back whatever weapons or tools he lost unless they were irreplaceable. Perhaps a family heirloom or specialty item? She paused and turned back to him, leaning against the kitchen counter.

"Like what exactly?" She trailed off before an idea sprung up "If you're desperate, there might be something in the river where I found you or maybe the surrounding area. I could go look when I'm not busy?" She offered, sighing to herself.

Link shook his head and pushed his chair back. Is he giving up and finally going to get some rest? Of course, she was wrong to hope that the swordsman would have any compliance for his own health. Grabbing the plate in front of him, he winced and followed Annette's own actions, placing the plate on top of hers. He rolled his shoulders and tried to pull the sling off his shoulder, letting his left arm support its own weight. He kept a straight face, but his pinched together brow and clenched jaw told the truth of his pain.

"Thank you for your help and generosity but…" he trailed off, bunching the sling into his right hand to gather the straps.

Annette folded her arms and waited for what she expected the blonde to say, knowing that she'd have to argue.

"I have to go and-"

"No"

His eyes widened at her immediate interruption, his mouth still agape. He narrowed his eyes and tried to hand her the sling unsuccessfully, the brunette wouldn't budge and wouldn’t resort to taking the sling. She kept her arms folded.

"I know it's important to you to get your stuff but if you happily try to hop on a horse right now, you won't be as lucky as you have been this morning in not bleeding everywhere. Not to mention, your arm is in no condition to be used. You’re a target.” she stated matter of factly, with the man’s stubbornness she let go of hope that he would agree.

They held each other’s stares for a moment. She hated to come to a point of contention but she knew that in this world, letting a wounded man carrying luxury swords run off into danger all willy nilly would mean allowing him to get more injured or die. There were too many forces of destruction in the area like thieving scavengers that lurk around and creatures that are only interested in killing and taking anything that appears before them. She couldn’t let someone blindly go out only to be killed if she could help it, even if they disagreed. Of course, if he was determined to leave and wouldn't listen to her, she wouldn’t and couldn’t keep him here but she would still strongly encourage him to heal up first.

This being her resolution, she still didn’t like the tension in the air as he sized her up, wondering if he should argue or just leave. Perhaps if she held her ground, Link would come to realize that she was right and stop trying to tough it out. He wasn’t in the position to be a tough guy right now if that’s what he was doing.

His mouth opened to give her his next response but he was cut off by yelling and the clang and racket from outside the side door that led into the kitchen.

“Ugh, fucking bees!” a familiar voice rang out. Annette was somewhat grateful for the distraction from the current tension but Zania was already, as she could tell, pressed about something. Common as it was, Zania would always show up and share her problems with the other, sometimes way past a state of acceptable drunkenness. Today she was certain this wasn’t the case tho, it was still early and her friend most likely would be running her shop all day.

Her friend stumbled in, almost dropping a woven basket and a large ten-pound sack of sugar. A bee dipped in through the door before weaving back out into the outside. The woman’s straight, white-blonde hair fell over her face as she tried to balance herself, cussing to herself. Before anything could be said or inclined, Annette was already grabbing the sugar and basket to help the woman. The icy blonde swiped her hair from her face and groaned, closing the door behind her.

“You really gotta do something about that beehive. If I get stung, I will puff up and be ugly for a few days and that’s not good for my image.” She fussed. Annette sighed, looking back over her shoulder at Link, who was standing in shock, his harmed arm pulled close to his chest. She knew the fracture would be too painful to allow him to keep it out. Zania’s eyes followed Annette’s to the man. She nodded at him and Annette placed the sugar and covered basket to the side.

“Your reputation might have to suffer if you come in from that door. That beehive is too far up for me to reach. I’ve tried to throw things at it, so trust me.” Annette confirmed, Zania tsked and smiled to herself, her crow's feet were emphasized. Zania was more than a decade and a half older than Annette, but she was still a loose cannon and didn’t act any older.

“So, that beehive. I have an idea. We can get it down somehow and you can have half the honey and I can sell the other half. Honey is scarce this year so it’ll make a killing!” she proposed, leaning in to confidently accept Annette’s response, which was most likely expected to be positive.

“Oh, is that right? I think you mean you’ll make me get the honey down and then you profit and all I get is what’s leftover?” she asked, her voice lilting sarcastically. The icy blonde shrugged and nodded.

“Oh Anne, you’re the most cynical, sad thing. But half is good enough right?” she still pried, hoping to get the brunette to agree. Her only response was a scoff and Zania gave her a dismissive gesture, looking past Annette to see the swordsman standing silently. She gave him a friendly and jester-like smile.

“Oh, the pretty boy isn’t dead. How nice!” she bent down to uncover what was in the basket. Cloth bandages like the ones that were brought in the beginning and some hard candies from Termina. “So I brought you more bandages for your boo-boos and some candy as a greeting gift. After this, bandages are 10 rupees each set of five and 5 rupees for every quarter pound of hard candies. Right now, it’s on the house.” she blurted her sales pitch with a wink, her practiced and almost shameless words were delivered in a flat tone. Link looked somewhat taken aback, his eyes darting to the basket and then back to the icy blonde. Her brown eyes twinkled and brushed her hair back over her shoulder.

“Tell me what you’re called.” she said, placing her hands on her hips. Oh no, here she goes again with some way to segue idle talk into a sales pitch. This was one thing she was extremely good at.

“His name is Link and he doesn’t want to hear-” Annette began and was bluntly cut off, her friend’s voice much louder than her own.

“Oh! Link! I’ve heard that name before! Of course, you know my friend Telma right? She owns a bar in Castle Town?” she asked and Annette put her palms over her face, knowing this was inevitable and she should just let it pass once.

Annette peaked through her fingers and saw that Link nodded, an unwise decision. She leaned in and placed her hand on his shoulder, a falsely friendly gesture. The blonde flinched away, from discomfort or the fact that he was injured, Annette didn’t know.

“Brilliant! Let me tell you something because I like you so much already. If you bring me five receipts from Telma’s bar, you will get one free item of your choosing, regardless of price, and a special buy one for the price of two and get the second one free deal that I only give to my most valued customers and friends. What do you say?” she pitched, her eyebrows lifted in expectation. The swordsman gave the salesman a puzzled and dejected look, his eyebrows knitting together.

“But… two for the price of one is just-” he began but Zania didn’t let him finish.

“A great deal? A once in a lifetime opportunity? You are absolutely correct. Nice dealing with ya.” she concluded, giving him a half-hearted pat on the back.

“Could you not bother people for five minutes? Is that so hard?” Annette asked a question she knew wouldn’t be answered. Like expected, Zania ignored it and grabbed Annette’s arm and before she could utter a word, the icy blonde called over her shoulder at Link, tugging Annette along.

“Enjoy your candy and rest up. Don’t forget to put that sling back on, I paid 15 rupees for that so don’t let it be for nothing. I’ll be back with your mom in an hour!” Annette rolled her eyes at that and dreaded what her friend was going to put her through. She pulled her out the side door and into the back half of the garden.

“That was hilarious. What do you want?” Annette groaned, pulling her arm from her friend, it ached a bit where she had a grip of her. Zania shushed her and brought her further out into the yard.

Annette’s own landscaping was still in good shape despite her absence to work on it. Her rose bushes and lilies were still in bloom and her stone bench was perfectly shaded underneath the giant oak tree, the distant buzz of the nearby hive mingled with the sounds of birds chirping. A stepping stone path led to the front of her house where the horse… correction, horses were.

Once the two got to the front where Zania’s carriage was, they stopped beside it and the brown-eyed woman looked around before speaking.

“Do you know who you have in your house right now? That’s Link! Does that name not sound familiar to you?” The blonde asked, her disbelief and excitement echoed through her body and she had Annette by the shoulders. In response, she pressed her lips together and shook her head.

“No I can’t say that he’s familiar to me at all. Especially not his name.” she confirmed, and her friend groaned aloud.

“You mean you haven’t heard of Link? He was the man who saved Hyrule a few years ago. They say he’s a hero chosen by the gods to protect Hyrule and has a special power that only two others can have at a time and it’s-” Annette cut Zania off this time.

“And it’s all nonsense. You know that is just a fairytale, right? Yeah sure, maybe this guy saved Hyrule but it doesn’t mean he’s a hero, chosen one, or whatever mystic title someone can come up with. If he saved Hyrule, then that’s cool but he’s not a legendary triforce holder. That’s all a myth.” she explained, huffing out her words matter of factly. Zania was defiant and she shook her head and crossed her arms.

“No, I know you’re still doubtful after what happened to you but Link really is a hero. Don’t trust me? He has the sword! The Master Sword! Just check the diagrams and compare them.” Zania’s words hit her like a brick. A multi-faceted brick. She knew that sword was fancy and purple but it didn’t mean it was the Master Sword. She was certain as she had even checked for herself, she could unsheathe it. Her heart ached when she thought of the diagrams she kept hidden in her spare bedroom. She had stayed as far from them as possible and the thought of checking them was daunting.

“I don’t have to check the diagrams. I pulled the sword you’re talking about from its scabbard and it came out. The legend says only a goddess’s chosen one can take that sword, so if that sword were real, I wouldn’t be able to unsheathe it.” Annette revealed, daring the other to argue.

“Hmm, well maybe you’re wrong.” Zania resorted to saying, looking over to the carriage. “Come on, let’s go. I need your help with something.”

Annette rolled her eyes and reluctantly got into the carriage. As they departed, she looked back at her home and wondered if she should try to give those diagrams a look later on. She recalled the atmosphere that she left Link in and dreaded coming back to any more tension or argument. There wasn’t really anything to argue over in her opinion because wanting to leave the house in that state was suicide.

Looking ahead at the horses that led the carriage, she tried to not worry about her current houseguest and trust that she’ll be able to smooth everything over later or that Link will have time to come to his senses while she’s gone.

For a moment, she let herself wonder if he really could be a chosen hero like Zania had said.

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Chapter 17: Reunion

Two days later, I was just on the way back to my room from another walk when I heard horses whinny. The castle gate was nearby, and I approached it, expecting to see Malon on her wagon standing in front of the entrance to the castle kitchen. And there she was, hopping off of the coachman's seat and beginning to unload the crates of milk. I felt the unmistakable tingle of joy rise in my chest as I ran up to her, while she placed the last crate on its place. „Malon!“ She turned around upon hearing my voice, and grinned when she recognized me. „Becca! It's so good to see you!“ We hugged, and I felt myself breathe a little easier with her close to me. Ever since Link had left on his journey, I had scarcely ever stopped thinking about him. Even all of my daily conversations with Zelda had revolved around him. But now, upon being reunited with my best friend, the worry which had been my constant companion during the past days, seemed to finally ease off a little. There was so much to say to Malon. How would I explain to her why I was here at the castle and not at home? When I let go of her again, I saw a tear in the sleeve of her dress, and a slight scrape on the skin underneath. „Malon! What happened?!“ She looked at the injury, then at me again. „Haven't you heard? There have been more and more monster attacks lately. A group of monsters attacked me on the way here and tried to break the milk crates, but I managed to escape.“ I hugged her tightly, a sudden chill running down my spine. „Oh by the Goddesses. This is horrible.“ „I'm fine“, she said soothingly, stroking my back. When I let go of her, she smiled. „Link was at the ranch a few days ago, by the way. He looked... pretty tired.“ The way she said 'pretty tired' had me fearing the worst. „If you still have time before you have to return to the ranch, tell me about his visit. Was he injured? Badly?“ Then I clasped my hand in front of my mouth as a sudden wave of nausea hit me. „Maybe you should sit down“, Malon said worriedly and urged me to sit down on the load area of the wagon. „As I said, he was tired and had a few scrapes. Nothing too bad. He wouldn't tell me where he had been or what had happened, he just told me that you were staying at the castle for a while and that I shouldn't worry.“ „Ah yes, he has a habit of doing very worrisome things and then telling people who care about him not to worry“, I said, hoping that the nausea would pass without me throwing up. „S-sorry for being so pushy, but Link left about a week and a half ago, and I haven't heard from him since, so I'm grateful for any kind of news about his whereabouts.“ „Oh no, you poor thing“, Malon sighed. „And now you're sick, too.“ I managed to form a small smile. „No, not sick.“ She looked at me confusedly, but then her eyes lit up. „What... already? Wow! How far along are you?“ „That's a bit hard to tell“, I said while patting my belly affectionately. „But the little one already causes quite a bit of trouble for me.“ „I can tell“, Malon chuckled, then bent down until she was on one level with my stomach. „Hey there little guy... or girl. It's your Auntie Malon talking. Be nice to your Mommy, okay?“ Maybe her words really had some kind of effect, or maybe it was just her lighthearted way of speaking, but the nausea finally faded, and I found myself giggling. Once Malon sat upright again, I gave her a peck on the cheek. „And now it's your turn. How are things on the ranch?“ „As good as they can be with the constant monster attacks“, she said. „We found a new farmhand. A guy named Matthias.“ She blushed. „He's... pretty nice.“ I raised my eyebrow. „Pretty nice, huh?“ „I shall say no more!“, she said theatrically. Then she grinned at me. „Father keeps bugging me about marrying him, because then we can take over the farm together.“ „Once all of this is over, I'll come to visit you. And take a close look at him.“ Malon leaned on me. „Don't scare him away. Please.“ „I promise I'll be nice about it“, I replied cheerfully. „Alright then.“ Malon hopped off of the wagon. „I have to get going. Goodbye, Rebecca. I'm sure that Link will come back to you soon. And if he doesn't, I'll find him and drag him back to you!“

After Malon left, I felt a lot better, so I returned to my guestroom. I looked around there, not quite knowing what to do with myself. I hadn't brought any of my supplies for sewing or knitting. I would have started making clothes for the baby to keep me occupied otherwise. With a sigh, I sat down at the table close to the window again, looking out on the road. Would my entire life from now on be like this? Link embarking on increasingly dangerous adventures and missions to save the world, while I was waiting for him, not knowing if he was alive or dead? „All of that worrying can't be healthy for us“, I told my stomach, despite knowing that my baby probably couldn't hear me yet.

Weeks passed. At some point, I had asked for work in the castle kitchen, just so I could keep my hands and thoughts occupied. I saw Zelda less and less during that time. She never told me what kept her so occupied that she couldn't even take her daily one hour break anymore, but I could guess that it probably had to do with Ganondorf and his activities around Hyrule. And during all of this time, there was no news of Link's whereabouts. No message, no rumour. Nothing. I kept looking down at my stomach, which was slowly starting to show a slight bulge, and wondered if I would ever see my husband again.

About two months after I had come to the castle, I just returned from my work at the kitchen and sat down at the window again, feeling tired but satisfied. It wasn't quite as good as working on the farm, but the work kept my thoughts from stressing me out. I was just looking out the window, when I noticed the figure of a lone rider following it. I stepped closer, so I could get a better look. I could not see any distinguishing features yet, but hope made my heart soar. Could the waiting be finally over? And the closer he came, the more I could see of him; the first thing I recognized was Epona, powerful as ever. Then there was the green tunic of the rider, and the blue ball of light flying next to him. I had to surpress a slight squeal. Link was back! He had come back to me! I turned around and ran out of the room, on my way to the courtyard to greet my husband.

I did not even manage to approach him before stopping dead in my tracks. It was Link, alright, but he looked awful. His tunic was torn and stained with blood, his left leg was wrapped in a bloodstained bandage. But when he saw me, a smile lit up his face. „Rebecca!“ I felt tears roll down my cheeks as I pulled him into my arms. „Oh by the Goddesses, Link. What did they do to you?“ He sighed into my shoulder. „I found Ganondorf's new stronghold, but I got too close to it. It's guarded more closely than Hyrule Castle! But can we please discuss that inside? I'm cold and tired.“ „Of course. Zelda has probably already been informed that you are here.“ He chuckled. „Zelda? So the two of you are on a first name basis, now?“ I blushed. „Well... yes. I got to know her a whole lot better while I was here.“ „That's good“, he said. He sounded like he hadn't slept in days, and when I looked closer, I noticed that there were dark circles under his eyes. Just as we approached the entrance to the castle, Zelda stepped out and let out an audible gasp when she saw the state Link was in. She rushed to his side. „Link! Oh no...“ „It's alright, Zelda“, he said. „Just a few scrapes.“ Zelda looked at me. „Let's take him to the doctor's office.“ „No“, Link said sternly. „I'm alright. A healing potion or two and I'll be fine. And the things I have to tell you cannot wait.“ Zelda looked like she was about to object, but then she sighed. „Alright then. But at least let someone wash out your wounds, so they don't get infected.“ „I can do that!“, I offered. „I will have a bowl with hot water sent to the tearoom, then“, Zelda said as we walked inside.

We had barely taken our places when a two maids came in, one carrying a large bowl with steaming water, fresh bandages and a clean washcloth, the other a tray with tea. I moved my chair closer to Link so I could take care of his injuries. While I was taking off his bandages, he talked to Zelda. „Ganondorf's new fortress is actually outside of Hyrule, in the mountains past Lake Hylia. I found it after I happened to stumble upon a group of his servants on their way back to him. All I had to do was stay hidden and follow them. I could not see much of what was going on inside of the fortress myself, but I sent Navi to scout out the courtyard.“ The fairy came to rest on the table. „Ganondorf was gathering an army of monsters. Lizalfos and Stalfos and some kind of pig-like monsters walking on two legs. Unfortunately, the guards noticed me as I flew back to Link, so we had to run away.“ „Do you think Ganondorf is planning an all-out war on Hyrule?“, Zelda asked. „Judging by what Navi saw, I'd say he does.“ Link took a sip of his tea, sighing deeply. „And after all, what else would he need a place this big for, if not to gather an army?“ The room fell silent for a moment, until Zelda raised her voice again:„At least now we know where the attack will be coming from. That alone is worth a lot. And it means that you can now stay here and continue your training.“ „Looks like that is just what I need“, Link said dryly and then looked to me. „What about you, Rebecca? How have you been?“ „I've been missing you terribly“, I confessed. „But I managed. I started to work in the castle kitchen for a bit, as far as my condition allows it-“ „Condition? Are you sick?“, he asked, concern in his voice. I bit my lip. Then I took his hand and gently placed it on my stomach. It took a moment for him to understand, but when he did, he did not seem to know how to react. „Rebecca... Wow.“ He wrapped his arms around me. „I'm sorry that I left you alone with this.“ „You did what you had to do“, I comforted him. „Why didn't you send a courier to find me? Or a carrier pidgeon?“ I sighed. „Because nobody knew where you were. And I did not want to distract you from your mission.“ He hugged me closer. „One more reason to put an end to Ganondorf's plans. So our child can grow up in a peaceful Hyrule, and won't be forced to take up arms before they reach adulthood.“ Then he looked at Zelda. „I will return to our house, and I will take Rebecca with me again. It's about time she gets home.“ „Of course“, Zelda said with a barely noticable smile.

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Chapter 6: A Home to return to

I don't know what I had been looking for. Given how rich Link seemed to be, I had expected a mansion or at least a very, very big house. But the building we arrived at was just a regular-sized house with a nice wooden facade and a bunch of empty flowerpots underneath the windows. Just big enough for a small family. Link pulled a key from his pocket and opened the door. „I almost expect the key to disintegrate every time I use it“, Link quipped. I raised my eyebrow. „Why would you think that?“ We entered the living room as he answered:„Because the keys in the dungeons I had to go through during my adventures did just that, and for every locked door, I had to find another key.“ „Sounds annoying.“ „It was.“ The furnishings were quite simple. A table with four chairs was standing in a corner of the main room, next to a small stove and oven with firewood underneath them. On the other side, there was a fireplace and a couch in front of it. A green rug with a leaf-pattern covered the floor. In fact, all of the furniture felt like it belonged in the forest. The wood was only polished if it really needed to be, and the side of the table still had bark on it. „It might not be especially fitting for a house in the city“, Link said as he noticed my questioning gaze. „But it reminds me of my home back in Kokiri Forest.“ He sounded so sad as he said the name of his former home that I couldn't help but hug him. „If you loved the forest so much, then why move to the city?“, I asked as we sat dow on the couch. He was quiet for a moment, staring into the unlit fireplace before starting to talk. „You know, I always felt kind of out of place in Kokiri Village. Sure, most of the Kokiri were very kind to me, but I always felt that I was different. And now that I'm fully grown, I feel even more out of place there.“ He sighed wistfully. „Kokiri Village is not made for adults, Rebecca. Even if I managed to somehow build a house that fit my size there, nothing else would.“ I took his hand. While quite small for a man, it was still bigger than mine and I could feel how rough his palms were from handling weapons. And yet he seemed so soft right now. I wondered how it must have felt to him. Learning that he never belonged to the place he had thought of as home. Not being able to stay there, for whatever reason. He must have felt so alone. „Hey. Don't look so sad.“ He gently grabbed my chin and lifted it up so I was looking into his blue eyes. He smiled and planted a kiss on the corner of my mouth.

After a while, we went back to the marketplace, as Malon would soon return from the castle to pick me up. We were only standing at the fountain for a few minutes, when I heard a voice behind us. „Rebecca!“ I flinched and tried to put on a brave face as I turned around to face my mother. „Hello, Mother.“ She did not even greet me. „I thought you were working at that ranch.“ „Malon just went to the castle to deliver milk, while I went to visit a friend.“ She looked at Link in very much the same manner one would regard a particularly large bug. Then she turned to me again. „Running about with random men will only give you a bad reputation.“ Hot fury shot through my veins. How dare she talk about him like that. Time may have erased his deeds, but that didn't change the fact that she owed him her life. All of us did! I took a step toward her, and she must have seen the anger in my eyes, because she backed off. „You have no right to talk to us like this. I spent my entire childhood in fear of your judgement. But that's in the past.“ I took another step. „No. More. You hear me?“ „Now see how you talk to your own mother!“, she spat. „I knew working at that ranch would taint you.“ I did not know what I would have done if Link hadn't grabbed my arm in that moment. He cast my mother a blank look before whispering to me:„Don't. This isn't worth the hassle. The best thing you can do right now is walk away and continue doing the things you love.“ I took a deep, calming breath before turning away. Just at that moment, I saw Malon's carriage approach. „There's Malon. Come, we'll meet her halfway.“ Link led me away from my mother, who as all but steaming with rage.

„Hey, there you are! How was-... what happened?“ Malon stopped the carriage and jumped off of the coachman's seat. „We met my mother“, I said dryly, knowing that that was all Malon needed to know. She hummed in sympathy. „She didn't change her stance on anything, did she?“ „No.“ „She certainly won't be invited to our wedding“, I heard Link mutter under his breath. I turned to him, blushing and alarmed. „W-what?“ „Uh... nothing.“ He hugged me one last time. „I hope I'll be seeing you again soon. Goodbye!“

I was still slightly shaken when we arrived back at the ranch. The encounter with my mother had reminded me of why I had left my childhood home to begin with. I knew that she meant well, or at least that's what I told myself over and over so I wouldn't start hating her. She just didn't know any better. But she also refused to learn. I tried to forget about it. Instead, I wanted to think about what Link said before we parted. He spoke of a wedding. So he wanted to get married? My anger disappeared at the thought, being replaced by giddiness. During supper, I let my imagination go wild for a bit. I imagined myself in a beautiful white dress and Link in the silken tunic I had made for him, and all of our friends gathered to witness us being joined together in holy matrimony. Malon must have noticed how lost I was in my daydream, because next thing I knew, she poked me in the side and whispered:„I hate to interrupt whatever you were thinking about right now, but your stew is getting cold.“ I flinched. „Ah! Sorry, I was just... just...“ „Thinking about what Link said?“ Malon grinned. „Wait, you heard that?“ „Of course I did. I'm not deaf.“ She rested her chin on her folded hands. „I bet you were already thinking about what kind of dress you'll wear when 'it' happens.“ I lowered my head, staring at my still full bowl. „Well... yes, who wouldn't? I know it's too early to think about it, but...“ „Hey, nobody can stop you from daydreaming.“ She grinned. „But you really should get to eating your stew.“

After supper, I retired to my room, my gaze falling onto the bolt of silk Link had bought for me. I let my hand run across the fabric, taking in how soft it was. Then I looked out the window. There was still some time before I had to go to bed. If I started now and worked on it every evening, one bit at a time, maybe the dress would be done by the time Link and I were ready. And if it never came to that... at least I'd have a dress for special occasions. I wanted it to match Link's tunic, with vines embroidered on the seams. Long and flowing, something normally fit only for a lady of standing. I kept working on the dress until it was almost midnight, then I collapsed onto my bed and fell asleep almost immediately.

The next few weeks went by without anything special happening. Link occasionally came to visit, and whenever Malon had to deliver milk, I would accompany her to visit him. I spent the days working to the best of my ability, and the evenings working on my dress. The days got hotter and more humid as summer finally fully arrived.

One day, Link came to visit quite early in the morning. I saw him talk to Malon and Talon at the entrance of the farm while I was on the pasture with Glory. Then he came up to me, still on Epona. „Rebecca! Come, take Glory and follow me!“ I looked at him as if he had lost his mind. „As much as I'd love to, I can't. I still got work to do.“ His eyes twinkled with mirth. „I just asked Malon and Talon if they could spare you for today. They said yes. So I thought we could ride down to Lake Hylia to cool off.“ A date at Lake Hylia seemed tempting indeed. I looked at Glory, who nudged my arm as if to say „Go ahead!“ So I smiled at Link. „Okay then!“

We rode along the road at an easy pace. It was too hot for the horses to go any faster, but we weren't in that much of a hurry, anyway. For a bit of the way, we held hands. At about noon, we arrived at the lake. We rode right up to the waterfront and dismounted, letting our horses drink and rest while we took off our shoes and walked in the shallow water to cool our feet. Link took my hand and smiled at me. „So, how have you been doing lately?“ „Missing you whenever you were gone“, I admitted. „But apart from that, I was fine. How about you?“ „Pretty much the same. Missing you, but otherwise okay.“ Then he stopped and turned to me. „Hey, I want to try something. Close your eyes.“ I did, and then I felt his arms around me and his lips on mine. This time, he was a little bolder, his tongue tracing the line of my closed lips until I opened them. The kiss was still a bit clumsy, but better than it had been, and before I knew it, I was clinging to him like a drowning person would cling to anything that keeps them afloat. We were slightly breathless when we parted, looking at each other with red cheeks and wide eyes. I was the first one to regain my speech. „See... it's all a matter of practice.“ He smiled. „And I'd say we still have a bit of time to practice before we have to go back to the ranch.“ I giggled and let him pull me closer. It felt amazing, having his body pressed against mine, feeling his warmth and his lips on mine. I buried my hands in his hair, allowing the soft blonde strands to flow in between my fingers. When we parted for a moment, a soft, happy sigh escaped my lips. This was too good to be true. It had to be a dream. But no, it all felt real. We sat down in the soft grass and watched the sun paint glistening shapes onto the waves of the lake. Link pointed at a small island in the middle of the lake and said:„One of the temples I visited during my quest to defeat Ganondorf is right underneath that island.“ I leaned forward to see better. „Really? Wow. What was that temple like?“ „Wet. And annoying. In fact, I would rather go through the temple at the graveyard of Kakariko again than ever go back to this one.“ He shuddered. „And trust me, that means a lot. The problem was that fighting underwater is pretty difficult, unless you're a Zora. Which I'm not, obviously.“ Then his face grew sad. „And it's one of the many places where I lost one of my friends. Princess Ruto of the Zora.“ I had heard that the Zora princess had disappeared seemingly without a trace. I leaned on his shoulder, wrapping one arm around him. „Do you want to talk about it?“ He sighed. „As I already told you, Ruto was the Sage of the Water Temple. I only saw her shortly after entering the temple, then she just.. disappeared. I later learned that to become a sage, one must give up their mortal existence. The only sage this didn't apply to was Princess Zelda. I don't know why. Maybe because she has a special kind of status, even among the Seven Sages, or maybe her Triforce of Wisdom helped her remain in this world while also being able to fulfil her duties as the seventh sage. I don't know. I just remember thinking that everything would go back to normal after I was sent back in time again. But it didn't. The Sages remained in the Sacred Realm, robbing almost every part of Hyrule of an important figure. A friend, a princess, a leader. And nobody understood, because nobody remembered. Only Zelda and I did.“ He buried his face in his hands. „Ruto... she deserved better than this. And now she's gone. Gone like all of them are.“ Then he was quiet for a moment, before saying:„I'm sorry. This was supposed to be our first real date. I really shouldn't be talking about these things...“ I hugged him, resting my head on his shoulder. „No, it's okay. It's clear that you needed to talk about this.“ He looked at me with slightly misty eyes and a tortured smile. „Thank you, Rebecca.“

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