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The Legend of Zelda : Twisted Destiny	By : Gamesplayers Category: Zelda > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 5872 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Legend of Zelda nor any of its characters, and I make no profit out of this story. Not at all.

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
- 20
- 21
Epilogue
Breakdown

The sky was blue once again above Hyrule. In Castle Town, the folks were slowly starting to return to their old homes. Carpenters were scattered all around the city, smiling, for they knew that they would soon enough become rich with all the buildings they needed to tend and rebuild.
Life was starting to come back to what it used to be. Only different.
Where the white Castle of Hyrule used to stand, and where the final fight had taken place, the lava had dried. The platform that had hovered above it had fallen and now remained a rough, ugly and devastated wasteland. Yet, it would be cleaned and flattened, for Zelda was already preparing the plans for her future castle with the best carpenters of the kingdom.
A few manors had been kept almost intact from Ganondorf’s short, hellish reign. Zelda and the crew that had saved the kingdom were now living there.
Isca had taken back his job as captain of the Royal Guard, which helped cleanse his mind from what had happened. He rarely went to the mansion unless he was summoned. The farther from the Hero, the better.
Sheik was healing and, even if Zelda had recommended him to take some time for himself, the Sheikah wasn’t listening. A Sheikah cannot be kept down into a bed. His broken arm bandaged properly, he was already acting as a messenger for the new queen.
Olwen stood close to Tatl and Sheik when he was around, helping them like he could, like he always would. He had taken, all by himself, the role of chief in the mansion. He had always liked to cook, after all.
Erk hadn’t taken Nami’s death lightly. Ever since Sheik had announced him what had happened, he had become colder than he already was. He kept himself locked up in the room Zelda had assigned him and studied his spells, losing himself in the absorption of endless incantations. Or so thought the rest of the group.
Tatl spent most of her time beside Link’s bed. He had been asleep, or more like unconscious, ever since he had collapsed close to Ganon’s corpse. He was alive, thanks to Zelda and Rauru who had exhausted their powers on him. On his left hand, the triforce had now become a dark mark, it looked like a tattoo.
But it was more of a scar, in fact.
Tatl spent her days there, caressing her stomach and talking to the unanimated Hero of Time. It was a déjà vu… All these bandages, these bruises and cuts... But he was breathing. And she was thankful for that.
She knew that she was about to give birth. It was a question of weeks and days. She did hope Link would be back to this world when the big day was going to come.
Somewhere in her mind, some kind of red alert was ringing non-stop: she had the bizarre feeling that when he would wake up, Link wasn’t going to be smiling, all happy and taking her hand so they’d raise their child together, either in Castle Town or elsewhere. But she was also still hoping. Hoping that the distance she had seen in these steely blue eyes would disappear when he’d gaze down on her again.
When she wasn’t by the Hero’s side, Tatl spent her days outside, in the mansion’s gardens. They weren’t comparable to the ones Zelda used to have, besides the Castle, but they were big enough for her to walk around, humming to the baby she hadn’t met yet.
And usually, she’d meet Isca there. After his work day. They would awkwardly stay by each other’s side, most of the time not talking. He loved her still, she knew it. And the red alert that continued to remind her that she should not trust Link also told her that Isca had the strength she needed, right now…
He was a changed man. Not that innocent, cute young guy he had been months earlier. He was a man, now. And a disillusioned one. He had forgiven her for cheating on him. He had forgiven her for everything, even though he was a rancorous person, and that was his way for proving her his affection.
As the days went by, they started to talk more. Of everything.
Everything but the mission they had been through, Link or this child she was carrying. These were taboo subjects for both of them.
***
It was the middle of the night when Link cracked open an eye and closed it back right away. He sighed and grunted, frowned and felt how dry his mouth was and how in pain he still was. He felt sore and broken, but he knew he would be able to move. Or he’d force himself.
And he needed to move now.
He sat down on his bed. His mind already focusing on the panic he felt at the idea of not being able to leave.
He looked around at the room in which he was and concluded that he had to be in some rich house, for the room was beautifully decorated.
So it wasn’t a dream…
He had done it. He had saved Hyrule. Yay.
Nami was dead because of him. Ganondorf was dead because of him. Sheik was injured because of him. Tatl was pregnant and about to suffer because of him.
Zelda was in love with him.
He couldn’t stay in Hyrule anymore. It was unbearable, these memories haunting him as soon as he woke up. Would they haunt him all his life?
Speaking of life. He had to start a new one.
He wasn’t going to live as the Hero of Time, or the duke of whatever… Or the father of a child that would have to endure the burden of his legacy…
Somehow, it broke his heart and yet, it eased him to think that he was going to do what he had planned in his mind, what he had fantasized about.
He got up, growled softly. His muscles hurt. His bones hurt, but is heart and mind hurt the most. He would carry scars on his skin for the rest of his life. But the ones in his head would be the worse.
Limping around the room, naked, he searched for clothes in the darkness.
And he crossed a mirror. He stopped to look at himself.
Messed hair, dark circles under his eyes, swollen and bruised skin everywhere. He had cuts that would become scars, others that were already permanent memories all over his body. But what attracted his attention weren’t the injuries, but his own eyes.
He remembered being that young man with the bright, piercing and yet afraid eyes. He had the charm of the hunted animal the traumatized child. He had something jovial, a hint of innocence on which he used to cling dearly. A smile, a malicious one, always curving upwards the corners of his thin lips.
But what he saw was not that young man anymore.
He saw a ghostly-white skinned man with pale, yet unlit eyes. Lips that wouldn’t smile. He felt old. Older than the world. He clenched his jaws, saw the muscles move in the mirror.
He was ugly.
Turning his head away, he spotted clothes nearby. Beige pants and a brown tunic. These would do. He dressed up, looked for his boots.
His mind was disconnected. He was moving like a robot. Not thinking. He didn’t want to think.
He found his boots beside his folded tunic and sheathed Master Sword. He stared at them both before looking away and dragging his old, dirty boots to his bed; where he sat down to put them on.
Link sighed, rested his elbows on his knees and his forehead in his hands. He massaged his scalp, ran his fingers in his hair. He shouldn’t take his time like this. He knew it. But he didn’t care.
No one was going to keep him in there any longer.
He got up at the same time the bedroom door was softly opened.
Link raised his head, cold sweat suddenly running down his back. His eyes grew wide.
And Erk caught his stare with his.
Both men stood still, looking at each other. Link was, however, the first one to move. Adopting a defensive stand, he glared at the mage. “Don’t try to stop me, Erk.” His voice was menacing. Deadly steady and cold. “Because I won’t let you, even if I have to kill you myself.” He was serious. Nothing of the scared child remained in these eyes, in this man.
Erk stared at him, considered the Hylian’s threats. Then, without turning his back to Link, he closed the door and locked it.
Link looked at him, puzzled.
The mage raised an empty stare on the Hero of Time. He pushed a bang of hair back behind his ear. “You won’t have to kill me. I’m going with you.”
“What?”
“You heard me. There’s nothing left for me in here.” The mage looked away, shrugged. “I can’t stand this kingdom now that Nami is gone…”
Link looked down. He could not bear the weight of these words, or the guilt of knowing that she had died for him.
“I’ve taken the liberty of filling our pouches with as many rupees as I could. And I brought you a cape and a scarf. It’ll be easier to leave the kingdom.”
Surprised, Link stared at him. “You knew?”
Erk nodded. “You woke up earlier. I was there. You told me what you were going to do, rather openly.”
“I did?”
“Seems like it.”
They stood in silence a moment. “I’m glad you were the one who heard me.” Finally whispered Link.
Agreeing with a nod, Erk pointed the Master Sword. “Are you bringing your sword with you?”
“No. Hyrule is her home. She’s bound to this kingdom… And I’d rather get as far as possible from everything that reminds of what happened.” The mage approved silently.
Erk gave the cape, scarf and the pouch to Link. A moment later, and with the dark-haired man’s help, he was covered and hidden from eyesight. “I suggest we leave through the forest… to the south.” Said the Hylian.
“As you wish. I’ll follow as long as I’ll want. Then, I’ll go my way.”
“It’s fine.”
With a mutual nod, both men left the room.
***
It had been hard, for a limping man, to get passed all the damn sentinels in the mansion. But most of them were stupid and sleepy. And Erk aimed well with these little paralyzing charms. Soon enough, the duo met the front doors of the mansion. But not without a last obstacle in their way.
Well, not really an obstacle. More like a trial of faith.
Sheik stood there, his silhouette dark in the night. Yet, Link could feel his burning eyes as they met his. The Hylian stopped walking, he froze.
“Did you really think that I’d let you leave without telling me?” Asked the Sheikah, angry, irritated. Sad.
Link did not answer. Sheik walked towards him. He pulled the Hero’s hood and the scarf covering most of his face down. Both men stared at each other… Before the Sheikah hugged his brother.
“I will miss you so much…” He whispered in Link’s ear.
A chocked chuckle escaped Link’s mouth as he held back tears. “I’ll miss you too…”
Sheik replaced the Hylian’s scarf and hood, and then took a step back. “Anything you want me to tell the others?” Something was sparkling at the edge of the Sheikah’s eye.
“Yes…”
***
Tatl sat down, heavily. She was turning her back to Sheik and staring out the window in her bedroom. She brought both hands on her belly as the greatest feeling of emptiness invaded her heart.
“Can you repeat, please?” She asked, voice weak.
Sheik took a deep breath. “He said that he was sorry, that he couldn’t bear the burden of living under the Hero of Time title and couldn’t stay in Hyrule any longer. He said that he regretted putting you through all of this misery and that he’d never forgive himself.”
“Did he mention the child?”
Sheik hesitated.
“Did he?!” Growled Tatl, voice filled with anger as she glared at the Sheikah from the corner of her teary eyes.
“… No.”
She clapped a hand over her mouth, but couldn’t hide the choked sob as it left her throat and tears started pouring down her face. It was as if her heart was being ripped apart, torn to pieces. She could not believe what was happening to her.
About to give birth, she found herself alone to raise this child. She had no title, she had no money, no home. Nothing but what Zelda was willing to give her for the moment. And she was alone. Nothing much more than a slum whore stuck with a bastard child conceived outside of the holy sanctity of marriage.
She was nothing, alone and abandoned by the man she loved! And she loved him more than it was bearable to believe, even for her.
So she cried, she sobbed, sitting down on her chair.
She did not feel Sheik’s gentle hand as he put it down on her shaking shoulder, nor did she realized that Zelda was suddenly kneeling by her side, stroking her hair.
Tatl’s world had just fallen apart.
***
Somewhere between two trees, Erk unfolded Hyrule’s map as he ate an apple. Behind, Link appeared, still wet from his bath. He was now in a much better shape, most of his bruises and scratches had healed. His movements were easier and more natural. Yet, his smile hadn’t come back.
He kneeled besides Erk. The mage offered him an apple that he took.
“In two days, we should leave Hyrule.” Simply informed Erk.
Link nodded. “It’s about time. We’ve been walking for over two weeks, now…” He took a bite in the apple, chew and swallowed. “Any idea what the next country’s name is?”
“Termina.”
***
Hyrule’s annual ball would be held that night. Zelda’s mansion was big enough to welcome the nobles of the kingdom. Dressed in a splendid red dress, she was speaking with everyone as they now called her Queen Zelda.
She was fabulous, magnificent, and splendid. These were the words Tatl would have used to describe her, if she would have talked to anyone.
Alone besides the immense windows of the reception room, she looked outside at the city. New technologies were being discovered and it seemed as if the dark, dirty years of feudalism were gone. Carpenters were now beginning to be called architects as they used fancy words to describe their work. And they brought the ‘victorian’ architecture with their new mannerism. Zelda had been seduced by the numerous drawings and, since the kingdom had to be rebuilt, she had ordered that the official buildings would adopt this new style.
It was pretty, that was for sure.
Tatl snickered bitterly as she wondered if her slum house would have that elegant look as well, when Zelda would get tired of her.
Some indiscrete people had asked her why she was not going to go back to her realm, in the Twilight. She had laughed at them, spat at their feet. In Hyrule, she was a refugee. She had run away from her own kingdom, dishonoured her family and lost her rank as a princess.
Wherever she went, now, she was no one. And she wouldn’t really mind, sincerely, if she wouldn’t be about to give birth and meet the necessity of having a roof and certain stability to raise a child.
And that child, right now, she did not know how she would feed it. Of course, Zelda wouldn’t let her down. But Tatl wasn’t going to rely on her friendship for the rest of her life. There were limits to anyone’s generosity and now that the princess had been declared queen… She was busy enough without having to protect a foreign, title-less refugee and her bastard child.
Tatl smirked bitterly as she squeezed her glass of water. She hoped it would be wine; she would have drunk herself to death. But she had to think about that child, which she already loved fiercely, and for whom she had to live.
It was all that remained of him.
That unborn creature and the necklace she wore all the time.
***
Isca readjusted for, perhaps, the hundredth time his uniform that night. Beside him, his second in hand and close friend, Gregory, laughed as he stared at his captain.
“I rarely saw you this nervous.”
Isca growled lowly. “I rarely plan on asking a woman to marry me.”
“You’re such a romantic man.”
“Maybe.”
Isca took a last sip of wine as he stared at Tatl. She was alone by the window at the end of the room. Her hair was gathered in a large bun behind her head, as she wore an elegant, pale blue dress. She was exposing her pregnancy without shame, and beside the sadness that clouded her eyes, she looked stronger than ever.
From that world-saving mission, they all had grown. Tatl had become a woman, nearly a mother. She wasn’t the teenager with sparkles of energy that she used to be. Her charms were these of a nostalgic beauty, a lady of the world with a heavy past. She was more beautiful than before now that she was more mature.
And Isca was aware of this. He was also aware that he loved her, that was why he was going to ask her to become his wife.
If she accepted, not only were they to become husband and wife. No, it went beyond that, and Isca knew it well: if Tatl agreed, she would gain the nobility and titles that came with the man, with Isca’s rank in Hyrule, which was a high one. If she agreed, he would raise this child with her, give her what she needed and take care of her.
But he hoped that she’d say ‘yes’ because she still loved him, somewhere.
So he cleared his throat and gave Gregory his glass. The lieutenant gave him an encouraging slap on his back.
Isca’s heart raced in his head as he tapped his pocket. He felt the box, the ring was in there.
He walked through the talking guests, approaching Tatl. She turned her head and smiled softly to him. They had gotten closer since all this mess had ended. Since he was gone.
He smiled back, joined her. With a shaking hand, he took hers and kissed it.
“Are you nervous?” She asked, tilting her head to the side lightly.
He sighed softly, turned around and cleared his throat. “May I have your attention, please?” He called to the guests all around the room. To help him, Gregory tapped on his glass. A moment later, it was silence in the room.
In the back, Sheik and Olwen stood beside each other. Tatl’s stare found Olwen’s, before she looked at Isca.
The knight looked back at her, smiled, then he kneeled in front of her.
Zelda gasped softly, brought a hand over her mouth.
“Dear Tatl… There is something that I would like to ask you…” Said Isca, articulating each word with precision as he was afraid to mumble and trip over his own tongue. His hand still shaking, he took a small, dark wooden box out of his pocket. He presented it to Tatl and opened it to reveal a silver ring on which was mounted a large diamond.
Her eyes widened and her jaws dropped as the glass of water she held fell to the ground and broke.
“Will you be my wife?”
Whispers, gasps and sighs of surprise or deception echoed into the room.
She froze and blinked as she too understood the meaning of his demand. As she understood what he was offering to her. Tears rolled down her cheek, she nodded slowly.
“Y-yes.”
Isca got up, took her hand and kissed it. He smiled to her, she was still too shocked to do anything but stare at him, even as he slid the ring on her finger.
The crowded clapped and cheered. Someone proposed a toast as the music started again.
Behind, Olwen shook his head as he took a sip of wine. Sheik looked down as his feet.
And Zelda ran to them. “By the Goddesses! Did you see?” She asked, over-happy.
“Of course we did…” Said Sheik, voice dark.
“And you do not rejoice yourself that it is finally reaching such a good ending?”
Olwen chuckled. “A good ending? No. This is only the beginning…”

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