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The Legend of Zelda : Twisted Destiny	By : Gamesplayers Category: Zelda > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 5872 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Legend of Zelda : Twisted Destiny
- 2-I
- 3-II
- 4-III
- 5-IV
- 6-V
- 7-VI
- 8-VII
- 9-VIII
- 10-IX
- 11-X
- 12-XI
- 13-XII
- 14-XIII
- 15-XIV
- 16-XV
- 17-XVI
- 18-XVII
- 19-XVIII
- 20-Showdown
- 21-Breakdown
- 12
- 13
- 14
XII

                Sitting down into the tent, Tatl was drawing imaginary figures upon the ground with her index. Once in a while, she would look up at Link’s sleeping figure a moment, then sigh and start to draw again. It was her turn to stay with the Hero, and technically, her shift would end in half a hour. Sheik would be the next to keep an eye on Link.
                Right after he had killed his dark twin, he had collapsed in the middle of the room from blood loss… And maybe because of that rather impressive bump upon his forehead. Anyways, after some inspection of his wounds, they had decided that he would wake up.
                He was still breathing, after all.
                It had been about 30 hours since they had gotten him out of the spirit temple and found a spot cool enough to install a tent for him. And since, everyone was to keep an eye on the Hylian until he would wake up… Or die.
                Everyone but Isca, as Link’s death was most probable to happen if the two men were in the same room, especially if the smaller of them was unconscious.
                And so, it was Tatl’s turn to watch over her injured lover.
                She caressed her belly, looking sadly at Link, somehow hoping he would just wake up and say random stuff, smile and make it all better. He was talented, when it came to make her feel better.
                But he wouldn’t, so she stared at him and opened her lips to speak. “You know…” She took his hand into hers. He was warm. “There’s something I really need to talk to you about, but you won’t wake up… So I’ll tell you anyway. Maybe it’ll make you react.” Tatl laughed softly, but her heart was heavier than the world. “I’m pregnant, Link.”
                She stopped talking and observed his features. He didn’t move, so she repeated what she had been doing all day long: Tatl sighed. “I know it could be Isca’s child… But I have the feeling that it’s yours…” She squeezed his hand. “I’d… Like to hear you about that… Hear your thoughts about this situation… I know it changes our plan; we were supposed to run off together, after this mission… You and I, alone. But, it looks like we’ll be three…” She laughed again, tears rising into her eyes as he wouldn’t move. “Please…” Tatl kissed his hand. “Just tell me that it’ll be alright… Please…”
                Her voice was getting quieter as the tears and sobs were growing into her throat and keeping her from talking. And it was a good thing since she had no intention to talk more…
                She was waiting for his reply…
***
                Feelings aren’t something you can control.
                And when it came to being overwhelmed by feelings and being impulsive, Isca was number one. He was more than intuitive, and as he stood by the oasis, staring down at his reflection upon the water’s surface (without seeing anything, really), he couldn’t fight the impression that she is unfaithful.
                Up until now, he had merely doubted that Link had seduced Tatl, but he never believed that she had fallen for him and the knight thought, as far as he was concerned, that everything would be back to normal between him and the Twili once the mission would be over and Link would be gone.
                But after seeing how worried and distressed Tatl was acting when the supposedly Hero collapsed… Isca had major doubts.
                For him, a relationship had to be faithful… It was a virtue that it was impossible to go against.
                If he was right, Tatl was a rather dishonored woman, by now…
                He clenched his fists as he fought the need to go and finish off the other Hylian with his bare hands.
                But Isca wasn’t going to risk his reputation and integrity for that bastard.
                Not right now.
                He intended to investigate a little over this matter, so he could take the right decision whether Tatl was sleeping with that bastard or not.
                And if she did…
***
                Nami sat in silence as she looked with reddened cheek at Erk’s profile. The mage was staring with intensity at his hands as he joined them and shook the dices that were between his palms.
                Sitting in front of the dark-haired mage was Olwen, with a smirk. He rested his chin against his fist, looking at the mage with a glitter in his eyes. Erk opened his hands and let the dices fall over the sandy ground. He growled and Olwen chuckled as he grabbed the rupees lying in the sand. “No luck, Mage.” Said the butler as he made the rupees disappear within his pocket.
-          “Hm. You are most probably cheating, Sheikah.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “The probabilities are small for one being to win six times in a row with the number eleven.”
-          “Maybe.” Olwen was still smirking. Erk sighed so softly it was almost unnoticed.
-          “Well, I’m out of rupees, so I’m leaving.” The Mage got up.
Nami stared up at Erk as he walked away. She felt somehow like getting up and following him… But she would look silly, since she had no reason to do so… The Sheikah chuckled, beside her. Nami gasped and blushed more as she realized that Olwen was studying her, just a moment ago. “Wh-why are you laughing?” She asked, her voice soft and quiet, almost choked.
-          “Because you are heart-warming to look at.” The fairy furrowed, looking down.
-          “I am no laughing matter…”
-          “If you wish to believe so.” However, the silver-haired man’s voice was still filled with that playfulness that Nami was, right now, hating. She turned around to say something to Olwen, but her speech was cut-off before she would start.
-          “Sheik? He’s awake!” Tatl was calling from the tent, behind them. Sheik –who was nowhere to be seen before- walked and joined her into the clothed house. Nami looked at them.
-          “Let’s continues this conversation later.” Said Olwen before getting up and leaving. Nami followed him with her eyes… And she nodded.
***
                Link was awake.
                Though he still looked asleep since he was lying down on his back, eyes closed. But his breathing rhythm was quicker and he would answer Sheik’s questions with groans… And sometimes a very short word. Sheik had taken care of his wounds quite quickly and had then left the tent, telling Tatl she should let the poor thing sleep a little more.
                She wouldn’t answer, but Sheik knew that his adopted brother was in good hands and that the Twili would let him sleep.
                Therefore, Tatl was sitting beside Link and, again, she took his hand in hers. He groaned and squeezed her palm softly before turning his head towards the Twili and opening his sore eyes. She smiled when the azure shade or his iris appeared under heavy lids. He smiled back. “Had… Weird dreams.” His voice was hoarse.
-          “What kind?” She felt incredibly relieved to hear him talk.
-          “You were, like…” He swallowed. “Saying that you are pregnant.” He chuckled, closing his eyes. “Isn’t that crazy?” Still smiling, he looked up at the Twili.
Tatl was staring dead at him, her eyes wide and lips downwards. It took her a moment to blink. Slowly, Link’s smile faded. He closed his eyes and rested a hand above them. “Shit” He whispered.
-          “You’re… Not happy… Are you?” She asked, her voice small. Link sighed.
-          “It could be your knight’s kid.”
-          “I know, but… I’m sure that it’s yours.” She said. He looked at her.
-          “What proof do you have?”
-          “None…” Link sighed again, then slowly, he sat up. “Look, I know a few witches who could take care of that.” He said, rather seriously. Shocked, Tatl gasped.
-          “What?” She hissed.
-          “I mean it. It could be dangerous, I know, but-“
-          “Are you saying that we should kill the child!?” She screamed, angry.
-          “Ssh” He commanded her. “Well… I’m not ready to be a father, Tatl.” He stared at her.
-          “And that would explain why we should kill it?! No way, Link!” She glared darkly at him. “This child is going to be brought to life!” They locked eyes a moment… Then Link lowered his gaze.
-          “You are… Right.” They kept quiet a moment, then Tatl sighed.
-          “We could run away with it… Raise it together…” She took his hand. “You and I…” Link was looking away.
-          “We could.” Feeling his apprehension, she caressed his cheek. “Link… This would be the family you never had…” He stared up at her.
Something into his gaze was so intense that it almost scared the Twili. However, the flames into his eyes soon died and he looked down again. “Lemme think about this…”
***
              When he said that he had to think about that matter, Tatl was sure that he would reappear with an answer, an idea, a thought (something!) a few hours later. However, he had skillfully fled the subject all the way back to Kakariko. Needless to say that the Twili was feeling more and more desperate.
                But Link’s non-existent attitude towards the growing fetus wasn’t exactly Tatl’s biggest source of anxiety: Isca’s quietness and calm was much more worrying. The knight, usually, was caring and he easily smiled to about anything –but Link. He would just look up at the sky while walking and Tatl could read his thoughts with ease.
                However, since their trip to the desert, he was walking around with his jaws sharply shut and he rarely spoke as he seemed lost in thoughts all the time.
                And those thoughts seemed dark.
                Hands upon her belly, she was walking beside him, looking down as she was now pretty sure that Isca was growing aware of her relationship with Link. Perhaps she would have to confront him sooner than expected, after all…
***
                As expected from Zelda, she welcomed the whole group warmly once again, as she had missed them, even if she would never admit it before Link. However, the said Hylian didn’t stay very long within Impa’s house. Quickly, he changed from his green leather armour into less noticeable clothes, then disappeared.
                Under Sheik’s gaze, he had fled without anyone but the Sheikah noticing.
                He had never really visited the town before, as he usually kept within Zelda’s hideout and into the forest nearby. And as he walked into the crowded village, he would just remember the feeling of taking a stroll in Castle Town. He smiled, softly.
                At the feet of the gate leading to Death Mountain, there was now a sort of market where the Castle Town’s sellers were installed. That was also the place where it was the most animated –and the most crowded.
                With a certain difficulty, Link made his way into the crowd to take a better look at the shops. “Young warrior, are you looking for-“
-          “No, thanks”
-          “And tomatoes?”
-          “Hm… No, thank you.”
-          “A penny for a hooker?”
-          “What?”
The place was really animated as sellers screamed their catchy speeches one above the other. From vegetables to slaves, the market was selling everything. Link sighed, looking around as he managed to lose the weird man trying to make him buy a sex slave.
Sincerely, he could get them free. The thought made him chuckle.
He kept looking around, reading what the shops name were, and trying to identify their products without getting too close, for he was scared that he’d end up being sold as a slave himself.
Finally, he found it.
Link looked around, making sure he wouldn’t get attacked by some deranged seller or citizen before heading to the stall he was searching for. An old woman smiled at him and, at first glance, she looked totally normal (in Link’s standards of normality). “Welcome.” She greeted him. He smiled.
-          “Thank you.”
-          “May I help you with something, young man?” He nodded, and then searched one of his numerous pockets before taking something out. It was the sapphire that he had collected into the Ice Cavern.
-          “There, I was wondering if something can be carved out of this.” He handed the precious stone to the lady. She examined it a moment, and then looked back up at him.
-          “That’s quality. Where did you find it?”
-          “An adventure into a very cold cavern. Anyways, I was thinking about a necklace… Something with silver?” The woman examined him, then smiled.
-          “She’s special to you, isn’t she?” Link blinked.
-          “The stone?” That made the woman laugh softly.
-          “No, the woman you are going to give this to.”
-          “Oh!” He chuckled shyly. “I’m that easy to read?”
-          “It’s written into your eyes, dearest.” She was smiling softly at him, almost maternally. He returned her smile. “As for what you are asking, yes, I can carve you something quite elegant for a fair amount of rupees. How much are you willing to pay?”
-          “Just create something unique and beautiful, I can pay.” The old woman laughed once again.
-          “There’s no price for love, hm?”
-          “Exactly.”
***
                Link walked out of the crowd with a smile on his lips. He looked up at the grayish sky, then at the volcano, almost welcoming them. Being in a good mood, he merely went around town randomly, just visiting Kakariko and registering the streets and alley as he walked through or past them.
                And everything just seemed plain normal.
                Until he bumped into something. Taking a step back, he looked down at what had hit him... Staring up at him was a very, very small man clothed in very tight green garments with… red panties over it. Link blinked as he stood there, slightly shocked.
                The… Man inspected the Hylian with much attention, his eyes small and scrutinizing the taller and younger man before him. Then he gasped, clapped his hands over his mouth and opened wide eyes as a… squeak escaped his lips. “That’s him! You’re Mister Fairy!” Link blinked.
-          “I’m what?”
-          “Mr. Fairy! I’ve seen you walk around into that green outfit with that fairy following you! Ohhhhh! Mister Fairy! You’re so lucky to have a fairy!” The small man grabbed Link’s shirt and pulled it to him. “I want to have a fairy too!” The Hylian pushed his hands away.
-          “Er… Fine, but stop touching me.”
-          “Oh yes! I’m sorry!” The weird man took a step back. “And I forgot to introduce myself! I’m Tingle!” Link examined him as the fairy-man waited for him to respond. But the answer didn’t come. “And what’s your name, Mr. Fairy?”
-          “Ah, sorry. I’m L-“
-          “NO! STOP IT! I do not wish to know!” Tingle clapped a hand over his eyes, letting his head fall back dramatically. “For me, you shall always be Mr. Fairy!”
-          “O-kay…” In a surprisingly quick movement, Tingle changed position to stare back with wide eyes at Mr. Fairy.
-          “I want to become a fairy so bad! You must help me!”
-          “You said you wanted to have a fairy, not to bec-“
-          “Shss!” The tight-clad man pushed a finger against the Hylian’s lips to make him shut up. “You must not live in the past.” Link pushed his face away.
-          “You’re crazy, you know that?” Tingle gasped, bringing a hand to his chest in, once again, a dramatic fashion.
-          “What say you, fiend?!” Link opened his mouth to answer, but he was cut off as a tall and very slim man appeared behind Tingle, resting a hand on the small wannabe fairy man.
-          “Tingle, leave him alone.” The newcomer was wearing a sleeveless shirt and very, very short white shorts, along with a red hat on which there was a bunny and a red flag that seemed to grow out of his butt, on which was written “Mailing Services”. Link was, officially, at a loss for words as he stood there, mouth opened.
-          “But! Mister Postman!” Into the stunned Hero’s mind, that sounded really wrong. “We were discussing!”
-          “No you weren’t, you were disturbing this poor lad.” Said Postman. Under his red hat, he looked at Link. “I’m sorry if my friend here has bothered you, he can be a little… Restless.”
-          “No shit…” Whispered Link as he remembered to blink. Tingle hugged the taller man’s waist.
-          “We met in the desert!” Started the fairy man. “I was looking for fairies and he was sprinting to deliver maiiiiiiiiil. I fell for him instantly.” Postman chuckled as nausea raised into the Hylian’s throat as images made their way into his mind. Link shook his head.
-          “Well, thanks for the story, but… I really have somewhere to be.” The Hylian turned around and prepared to run for his life when the Postman rested his remaining hand on his shoulder. A shiver crept into his spine as he swallowed and turned his head, smiling creepily. “Yesss?”
-          “Are you registered to the mail services, sir?” Link blinked.
-          “To the what?”
-          “Mail services. That way you can receive mail all around Hyrule.”
-          “How can that be?”
-          “I run around the kingdom to deliver mail to everyone: that’s my job.”
-          “Look, I don’t think I-“
-          “It’s free.” Postman smiled, so did Tingle. Afraid to be raped or dragged into a dark alley and be drugged before being forced into a threesome with these creeps, Link finally nodded.
-          “Okay, sign me in and leave me alone.”
-          “Sure!”
A signature later, Link was running away from the alley as the creepy laugh of Tingle echoed behind him. He swore he’d never walk around that town alone again.
***
                Sitting on the house’s balcony with Erk and Nami, Zelda looked at Link and Tatl walking away together. For some reason, the princess had a very bad feeling about this particular night.
                A chilly wind blew by, and Nami shivered as she also stared at the Hero’s back. Erk turned his attention on her as he felt her tremble. She looked up at him and blushed, then looked back down. The mage let his stare linger on the small fairy woman a moment… Then he slowly unclipped his cape to put it around Nami’s shoulders. She shivered again and blushed more. “Th-thank you…” She whispered.
                Erk looked at her, and then nodded. “You don’t have to thank me.”
                Nami nodded, eyes wide, before looking away again. To their left, Zelda sighed softly. They both looked at the princess. Shaking her head lightly, she kicked a small rock. “I just hope they are wise enough not to venture in the middle of the town… I have no idea where Isca is…”
***
                Tatl giggled softly as Link cursed while climbing the wall to the windmill. She was sitting on the small hill that was behind it, her legs hanging in the emptiness under her. Not listening to her Hero, she had walked around a short moment to find a ladder and use it. Link had been trying to climb the wall for the past fifteen minutes.
                Behind her was a couple –a man and a woman- who were rather passionate, telling each other words of love, as they turned around and around. Tatl looked down upon the Hylian, smiling softly at him, as he finally managed to sit down beside her. She stared at him, giving the Hero of Time a “I told you so” stare. Link rolled his eyes.
-          “I succeeded in the end!” He shouted. Tatl laughed softly as she got closer and put her head upon his shoulder.
-          “You always succeed in the end, after you’ve put your life in danger five times.” Link chuckled, grinning.
-          “Dunno what you’re talking about.” He explained casually as he put his arm around her. Tatl smiled softly.
-          “You’ve thought about the baby?” Link grew quiet a moment.
-          “I… Have.”
-          “What do you think?”
-          “I don’t know… I mean, we’ve planned to run off after this world-saving quest… It would be dangerous for a child…”
-          “Link.” Tatl sat up to stare at her lover, seriously. He looked back. “You will be a great father.” The Hylian blinked. “Stop making up reasons to hide your insecurities.” He held her stare a moment, then looked down at the village.
-          “I guess you’re right…” She smiled, then rested her head on his shoulder again.
-          “Anyways, we still have a few months to figure out what will happen at its birth, don’t we?” Tatl caressed her belly.
-          “Yeah…”
***
                Malon was standing near Anju’s house in a working dress: white blouse, pink skirt and brown boots. Her days as a prostitute were behind her, now, but sometimes she hated the hard work of taking care of cuckoos. Right now, she was sweeping the ground near the other woman’s door as Anju was way too allergic to stay out with her chickens.
                She sighed as she swept the sweat upon her forehead. Malon was aware that she was lucky to have been able to escape Castle Town and find a kind enough woman to take her under her roof. The redhead was thinking, sometimes, that if she gained enough money working here, she would someday open a ranch.
                Malon loved horses, she always had. As a young girl, she had grown in a ranch with her father until he died. Then, some of his dad’s employee took control of the place and used the redhead girl as a slave and as a whore.
                Running away from that hell had brought her to Castle Town where she had no choice but to sell her body to survive…
                But she was going to claim the ranch back, someday.
                There was a haystack beside one of Anju’s windows. Malon sat on it to relax a moment. A Cuckoo came to see her. She smiled, searched her pocket to find some grains that she offered the bird. It ate it quickly and ran off to join its other feathered friends.
                Life was rather calm in Kakariko even if it was madly crowded since Castle Town had been… Destroyed. Every day was like a fresh breeze to Malon as her life was slowly changing for the best. It felt amazing, in fact, to be respected and not treated as a low piece of meat.
                She sighed softly, closing her eyes.
                When she opened them again, she was staring at the windmill right before Anju’s house. It was a nice piece of scenery, even if the well seemed deadly creepy. Behind and beside the windmill was a small hill on which lovers tended to end up and, sometimes, Malon liked to look up at them and dream that a knight in shining armor would come up to her and marry her.
                Yes, her eyes ventured there a moment.
                She could clearly see two couples: one Hylian with some turquoise-haired woman as well as Honey and Darling who were being passionate as always. She smiled softly at them, but she returned her attention to the Hylian man.
                He seemed handsome. Light brown hair, pale eyes... Small but athletic… Malon furrowed... then the blood ran off her face as she grew pale. Her mouth opened as her heart skipped a beat.
                Link?!
                And, wait! Wasn’t that woman the Royal Guards Captain’s girlfriend?
                Link was alive and had a woman in his life?!
                Something was building up into the redhead’s chest. It was jealousy and rage. It was the bitter taste of betrayal that she tasted upon her tongue as tears raised to her eyes.
                Link was hers!
                How could he do that to her!?
                Raging, she got up and considered to walk up to them and beat the hell out of that asshole. Malon clenched her fists as she was somehow glued to the ground beneath her feet. She stared at them as they looked happy. As he smiled.
                As they kissed.
                And then, an idea popped up in her mind. She grinned and laughed evilly.
                It was something low and villain.
                It was bad.
                It was a lack of virtue.
                It was motivated by hatred.
                It was vengeance…
***
                Armour-less, Isca was merely enjoying solitude at the Milk Bar in Kakariko. He was staring down at his glass of aromatized milk, moving it in circles so the liquid would force the ice to hit the sides with a soft tingling noise.
                He was, at the moment, calm.
                He had been dealing with all sorts of negative emotions for a while, now, and the stress of it was slowly killing his nerves and his composure. In fact, he really was about to burst and kill the Hero.
                In the beginning, Link had been a nuisance because of his actions and life style in Castle Town. Then, he was merely irritating as he kept coming up to Tatl and getting on the knight’s nerves. At some point, Isca had almost grown indifferent since they hadn’t interacted a lot and Tatl seemed to keep her distance with the smaller Hylian. But now, it was hate that Isca felt towards the younger man as Tatl seemed way too close to him...
                He couldn’t and wouldn’t bring himself to feel negative emotions towards Tatl as he loved her. He really did. However, hating Link was much easier.
                Isca wasn’t sure that they had an affair. He couldn’t prove it, but he feared that he was right. He merely hoped that he was being paranoid and that, in the end, the green-clad Hero would disappear with some hoard of women and let Tatl be.
                Yes, that was what he hoped for.
                Would the harsh reality of the world offer him that single wish? Isca wasn’t exactly sure. Destiny, reality, life… Anything that had to do with the present world and how he had grown up hadn’t exactly been kind to the knight: what he wanted, he rarely got it…
                And Link was the opposite when it came to that as he would, in the end, always succeed… Whatever he did, it would lead to something good for him.
                Maybe it was because the smaller man was able to make the right choices for him, or perhaps he was blessed by the Goddesses, as their Hero… Or maybe he was simply lucky. Isca wasn’t such a lucky man.
                His childhood hadn’t been as harsh as Link’s, at some point, but it hadn’t been necessarily easy. Even if Link had been stuck in the streets, he had Sheik… He had someone who cared about it.
                Isca, a noble young man, had no one to really care about him.
                His father had been a tyrant, forcing his only son to give up on his childhood in order to train him (not raise) to become what he wanted him to be: a knight. Isca could never play with his rare friends or merely be a child. He always had something to do, or he would be beaten up.
                So he ended up being more mature than any other child at a young age, as well as utterly traumatized.
                But being trained as a dog his entire youth hadn’t been what made Isca hate his father more than he hated Link. When Isca was a teenager, he found out that he had a sister. She was some gypsy’s daughter living in another kingdom. An illegitimate child that his father had conceived while he was supposedly away for a business trip.
                Elsaria was the girl’s name and she was younger than Isca.
                Learning that she had been cheated on (along with beaten up once in a while) by her husband, Isca’s mother had merely abandoned herself to death.
                And that was exactly why the knight couldn’t understand in any point or accept unfaithfulness. It had been part of his disastrous life too much yet and he needed no more.
                This life had created into Isca’s mind the desire to create a nice family. He wanted a wife and he wanted children, he was sure of that. He had had a crush on Tatl since he had been old enough to hold such a feeling within his heart, and now that she officially was his girlfriend, he wanted to propose to her as soon as this mission would be over.
                However, Link had appeared and pretty much became an obstacle to his dream.
                Thing was that Isca was the kind of man to beat down the obstacles that rose upon his road… And he planned to get rid of that inconvenience as well.
                Therefore, he was thinking in the Milk Bar about the possible outcomes of this fight for the woman he loved and for the life he wanted when the wind shifted on his advantage in the shape of a redheaded woman.
                Isca barely noticed, in fact, that someone was sitting beside him.
                Sipping down milk, Malon, was staring at the knight with a glitter of evilness into her eyes. In another moment, she would have merely remarked the manliness of her neighbor and would have flirted with him. But not right now. Smiling impishly, she waited for Isca to look at her. When he did, a feeling of accomplishment burned her chest. “Good evening, handsome.” Isca furrowed as he examined her.
-          “Good evening.” He replied, flatly.
-          “If I’m correct, you are the Royal Guards’ Captain, aren’t you?” Isca considered the woman talking to him before answering. He didn’t feel like working right now…
-          “I am.” His voice sounded tired, even though it was smoothly low, as always. Malon laughed darkly as she examined her glass.
-          “I… Know something that might interest both you and I.”
-          “Is that so?” If she were here to report some minor incident, he would merely walk away and go to sleep.
-          “Oh, I think so, yes…”
***
                Tatl was sitting on the balcony, tightly wrapped in a blanket as she stared into the darkness ahead of her. Few fires and torches into the village were the only way to know that Kakariko was there, at night time.
                It had been a Sheikah village, after all…
                The Twili was worried: Isca hadn’t returned yet. The sun would rise in a few hours and the knight was nowhere to be seen. She had the feeling that something wasn’t right and it scared her to the highest point.
                But she wasn’t scared for herself… She was afraid that something would happen to Link… She had that feeling, into her chest, as if her heart was being compressed. And this made her unable to sleep.
              Once in a while, she looked up at the window of Link’s room. She knew that he was asleep… When she left, he was, at least.
                It was weird to be alone at night as it had never happened before. Usually, the Sheikahs would have been up and wandering around the house or merely enjoying blending with the darkness. But Olwen and Sheik were asleep as well, right now, and the night seemed darker and chillier than ever.
                Tatl rose and she realized that the wind was dead.

                Something was about to happen.
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