Name's Light-Sensei I'm a London based 21 year old cosplayer, who at the moment is trying to pursue a career in astrophysics while trying to maintain a healthy social life. I have an unhealthy addiction to tea, fruitcake and Zelda.
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Sheik scaled the towers of Castle city doing her best to avoid Ganon’s minions. They were strewn all across the city and patrolled incessantly day and night inflicting fear to those who still dared to call the city their home. A sunset curfew had been set and anyone caught out were mercilessly slaughtered. Sheik wondered how many of the people would still be left if Ganon’s tyranny ever ended.
The rooftops were still unguarded, a mistake on Gannon’s part as Sheik was still able to slip in and out of the city to gather much needed supplies. Little did Ganon know that in the depths of the Ordin Province, a rebellion had started to gather.
The more Ganon tore down the morale of the people, the larger the rebellion became. Ordon was the last free stronghold. It was mostly known as a small farming village so had little worth for Gannon’s regime. It was perfect.
Sheik clutched her precious cargo as she made her way through the city’s only exit. Ganon had withheld all food and medicine from the neighbouring towns as a bargaining tool. Kakariko held out for the longest but when the people had started to succumb to starvation and illness, it gave in to Ganon’s influence.
Sheik skulked through the tall grass of Hyrule Field, she kept alert with one hand on her throwing knife at all times. After she reached a safe distance away from the city walls she cleared her mind and imagined the bridge that lead to the secluded Ordon village. With a crack and a puff of smoke she teleported. Sheik landed head first into Ordon Spring Teleportation was still fairly new to Sheik, but she was fairing okay. Only a few metres off this time and this time the bag containing supplies was waterproof. Sheik wrung out her clothes as best she could before the headed into the village.
Ordon had changed drastically since the start of the rebellion, the once peaceful farming village now was home to several blacksmith forges and armouries. Half of the fields had been turned into training areas. However, Fado’s famed goats got to keep their home. Rounding up goats was a great way to learn how to ride horses. Ganon had confiscated all manner or vehicle so the rebellion had to go old school.
Rusl, an old knight turned farmer, greeted Sheik as she made her way down the dirt path.
“She’s awake.” Sheik’s pace quickened as she almost broke into a run towards Rusl and Uli’s house. She threw open the door and almost dropped her bag. Ellie sat up a little higher in bed. Uli, Rusl’s wife, sat next to her, carefully lifting a soup spoon to the younger sisters’ mouth. Ellie swallowed painfully. Before Sheik rushed over, she rummaged in the tattered lather bag and withdrew a vial of pinkish liquid.
“They almost caught me this time.” Sheik grinned proudly.
“You need to be more careful.” Ellie chided and Sheik drew her sister into a hug. Uli stood up to attend her own newborn while she fussed, leaving the sisters.
“How’re you feeling.” Sheik asked, searching Ellie’s face for any signs of recovery.
“tired.” Ellie had looked more sullen than before. She was getting worse and there was no sign of a cure. The only
“We all are.” Sheik wasn’t sure if she was trying to reassure herself more than Ellie. Ellie took her sisters bandaged hands.
“He will come.” Sheik looked away. It had been seven months and there was still no sign of Link or Rinku. “We just have to be patient.”
“When did you become the wise one?” The sisters giggle uncontrollably until Ellie started to cough. Sheik handed her the vial. “Drink this.” She brought the vial up to Ellie’s cracked lips and helped her drink deeply from the vial. “Sleep well.” Sheik caught her unconscious sister and tucked her back in.
Uli was heartbroken as she watched the sister’s exchange. They now only had each other. Impa was on an unknown mission back in Kakariko. Ellie had been unwell since their arrival and Zelda, disguised as Sheik, had made daily trips into Castle City to find a remedy to relieve Ellie of her pain. If Sheik was caught then it would be game over, the rebellion was pointless unless they had their leader. When the hero returned, the rebellion would be ready to release Hyrule from evil’s clutches.
Link awoke to the clatter of a plate being shoved through a small latch at the bottom of the door which had kept him trapped. He scrambled out the crudely made bed and gulped down what would be his only meal of the day. After he was done he grabbed a nearby piece of charcoal and marked down yet another day on the wall beside his bed. Link checked his surroundings making sure no one was watching him. He reached into an inner pocket of his green tunic and pulled out three medallions. The first was from the Sage Rauru who kept watch over the sacred realm. The second was a gift from Saria, he kept the image of her giggling in his mind to keep him from going insane. Link was glad she was now safe.
The third was from the Goron leader Darunia. His fingers traced of the flame embellishment, a faint twinge ran through his bones as Link fondly remembered the Goron’s affection. He had saved the rock lovers from impending doom. A fire dragon by the name Volvagia had opted to call Death Mountain it’s home and started to create havoc as the once dormant volcano because active once more. In exchange for the medallion, a new fireproof tunic and a friendship that would last several lifetimes, Link slaughtered the creature deluded by Ganon’s wrath, saving the Gorons. He had also picked up some fancy new strength enhancing gauntlets during his expedition through the mountain. The night Link returned to the Goron’s stronghold an extravagant party was thrown in his honour. The likes of which lasted several days. Not one Goron stopped to sleep as they danced and ate their way through three days of festivities. His newly anointed brother Darunia even offered to perform a marriage ceremony to any lady who took his fancy. Link had politely declined with his thoughts flickering back to Zelda.
That was two months ago. The Gorons, Saria and Rauru would all be ashamed of what Link had turned into. Spurred on by his prior successes Link was determined to tackle the Temple of Spirit which had made its home deep within the Gerudo dessert. To get to the dessert, first he had to make his way through the impenetrable Gerudo Fortress. The Gerudo, an all women tribe and being followers of Ganon, didn’t take well to Link’s sudden appearance and Link was quickly caught. He stood little chance, their fighting style was so unlike anything he had faced previously. They were quick and agile and disarmed him in a matter of moments.
Link was their prisoner and he was now waiting for the day he would be taken to face Gannondorf alone and defenceless. He had scoured the room for weeks looking for a means to escape but without his equipment and weapons, which had all been confiscated, he was useless. Even his trusty master sword was lost to him now.
Link slumped back on his bed in anticipation as the heat of the dessert became too much. With little else to do he shut his eyes and dozed off.
He only hoped Zelda and Ellie were faring better than he was.
Sheik watched the lunar festival from afar. Children’s laughter rang out like the chiming of bells. They played their games not far from the main fire without a care in the world. The adults amongst the rebellion sat drinking and chattering noisily. For this evening the war of the world had been forgotten.
Shortly after sunset the bards amongst the group tuned their instruments and began to play melodious tunes singing about the tales of old. Occasionally there would be mention of the Hero of the ages. He had many incarnations and many names, but the story was always the same. In times of darkness he would arise and vanquish the evil which plagues the land. Sheik pondered on how their hero was getting on. She had not heard from him in several months. Nabooru, the de facto leader of the Gerudo, had been waiting for him and promised to send word when she did.
Sheik was getting impatient, so she decided to set off towards the dessert come sunrise. The alliance with the Gerudo was impartial to winning this war. Ganon was of Gerudo descent and up until recently he was their leader. Nabooru and many other Gerudo knew of the legends and immediately denounced him as their leader once he took Hyrule for himself. The Gerudo and the rebellion had been in constant contact with one another. That was until about a month ago. All contact from the Gerudo has suddenly halted. Sheik was worried but more so annoyed if the Gerudo has opted to side with Ganon once more.
The only way to find out would be to visit the dessert in the morning. She quietly pardoned herself from the party and headed back inside. Ellie had woken up again and was enjoying some of Uli’s pumpkin pie. Sheik quickly gathered supplies and sharpened her weapons before hiding them across her body.
“Please be careful.” Ellie pleaded. Sheik nodded before kissing her sister’s cheek. Sheik sat on the floor next to her sister’s bed. Ellie fell asleep shortly after she ate. Ellie found it increasingly difficult to stay awake for extended periods of time. Her illness was still a mystery and for now her best treatment was rest and good food. Sheik lay awake into the early hours of the morning. She was dreading what she may have to face in the dessert.
While the sun was still down and moon still high in the sky, Sheik arose and picked up her bag. She crept out of the house and was relieved to find that the festivities had finally come to end, and everyone had retreated inside. She had made sure she was a safe enough distance away from the town before she began to visualise her destination in her mind. She had been to the dessert once as a child and she hoped that the landmarks were still the same.
With a pop and a puff of smoke Sheik vanished.
The Gerudo trained under the light of the moon. That was the secret to their success. Link could hear as their captains called out orders in their native tongue. Link was intrigued and wanted to learn more about their fighting style. He had attempted to scale the walls of his cell to reach the small barred window several feet up, but he had failed miserably. He just could not get a grip on the smooth sand stone.
He had now taken to listening to the training exercises, he made of each command and the sound of the footsteps and clashing weapons following this. This was the only thing that focused his mind on the task ahead and kept him from becoming insane.
Link was fairly sure he had most of their moves down, the Gerudo were extremely repetitive in their training methods. In spite of this, tonight was different. The training halted unexpectedly as the sound of multiple footsteps marching in unison and the thundering of hooves entered the fortress. Link listened carefully tuning his ears as voices began to speak.
“Nabooru!! My old friend!!” Exclaimed the first in an alarming and demeaning voice.
“Gannondorf!” The jangling of trinkets and armour suggested that the two had embraced like old friends.
“I came as soon as I receive your letter.” The two headed further away, Link’s brow furrowed as he concentrated and followed the voices. “I hope you are true to your word.”
“I would not have sent word if it was not true.” Nabooru replied confidently, their voices almost whispering now. “The Hero of Time is quite a find.”
Their voices suddenly grew louder and the door to the prison began to crank open. It finally dawned on Link what was happening, and he needed to come up with a plan quickly.
“Once the Hero has been removed from this world, the princesses will be easier to find.” Ganon’s voice boomed gleefully.
A puff of smoke and the sound of a small explosion erupted from all angles as the side of the cell was blown clean off. Link shielded his eyes as best as he waited for the smoke to clear. Behind him commands were being called frantically as the Gerudo struggled to figure out what was going on.
Sheik stood with all Link’s equipment strapped to her back and waist. Before Link could speak she grabbed his wrist and pulled him from the wreckage.
“Quickly!!” She urged as Link stopped to gather his thoughts. “Before they realise you’ve gone.” The pair stole off into the darkness of the night with only the stars to guide them.
Through a child's eyes
Gannondorf's wrath had yet to reach Kakariko. Link was relieved to see Kakariko's familiar sight come into view. The creak of the old windmill soothed his drained soul. He dismounted and guided Epona through the gates. He scanned the town carefully, keeping an eye out for anything suspicious. The townsfolk were going about their normal day to day activities. They were blissfully unaware of the chaos happening around them.
As he strolled through the village he became painfully aware of the strange glances he was received. He put it down to his unusual attire and opted to spend the rest of the afternoon in a nearby tavern to come up with a plan. Despite its welcoming appearance, Link knew for sure he wasn't welcome here. Kakariko was an old town, with a history dating back to when records began, it was a town stuck in its ways and was hesitant when outsiders arrived. The townsfolk often liked to keep to themselves and treated outsiders with suspicion. Kakriko had never felt like home.
Link ordered a pint of milk and opted to sit at the far end of Telma’s bar, he kept a sharp ear, waiting for any chatter from the other patrons. A small town like this, there was sure to be gossip. He didn’t have to wait long before he caught word of a strange being roaming the graveyard during the night. Some claimed it was a ghost. He was yet to be recognised.
Link was curious, so he waited. He made a mental note of anything interesting being said. The day drew to a close and the howling of a wolf indicated the beginning of the night. Link threw a couple of green rupees on the table he occupied as a sign of thanks. He had been left undisturbed, apart from the occasional whisper, all day and for that he was grateful. He left the tavern. The streets were silent, everybody had retreated inside. Link presumed it was because of the ghost. Although the graveyard was towards the far end of the town, it felt as if it nearer. The air had an eerie chill and Link shivered.
Maybe a run would warm me up.
Link wanted to converse energy, so he jogged gently up to the graveyard hoping it would defrost his toes.
He hesitated as he reached the narrow pathway leading to the graveyard. After all his parents were buried here. He picked up some of the Silent Princess flowers that lined the entrance. The ground was soft after the rainfall which muffled his footsteps
He would first pay his respects before he tackled the ghost.
Or at least that was the plan. A gentle ringing of a lamp echoed from a ledge just above.
If only he had some form of a hook to grapple onto.
Thankfully there were some conveniently placed vines growing to the left. Link scrambled up them. A lone tombstone stood at the top of the ledge. Link examined the stone, it’s in scripted carved in old Hylian, a language he had no idea how to translate. However, it was the ground behind the stone that peaked his interest. The grass and mud look squashed as if something had been recently dragged over it.
Link braced himself as he began to push the stone, revealing an entrance. Without hesitation, he dropped down into the secret hollow.
He almost jumped out of his skin when he was greeted by the creature below, holding a lamp. The creature examined Link, a little too closely, for his liking.
"It has been a few centuries since our last meeting." The creature started but stopped when it noticed Link's confused expression. "You do not remember me, how sad." Tears formed in its eyes. ‘My name is Dampé and I am the grave keeper. If you win against me in a race, I'll give you my hookshot." Dampé grinned and Link nodded, a little speechless. The grave keeper look as if he too had recently risen from the dead and by the sounds of things he was ancient too.
Link eyed the prized hookshot dangling from Dampé’s belt. This was the tool Sheik had mentioned. He had to have it and was willing to race a dead guy for it.
For a dead guy, Dampé was fast. The course was not as straightforward as he'd originally thought. Link kept his pace only pushing into a final sprint when the end was in sight. He had lost on the first go but Dampé was considerate and probably lonely, so he gave the hero a second chance.
Link eagerly and graciously received the prized hookshot. After he promised to return for another race, Link started left the graveyard. He paused at his parents’ headstone. He uttered a prayer and hoped they were proud of the brothers.
He passed back through Kakariko where Sheik sat waiting for him. She handed him a worn and tattered map. Link examined it carefully. It was a map of ancient Hyrule.
“Head to Kokiri Forest.” Sheik stood up and started to head off.
“But that place doesn’t exist-“
“Tell that to the Kokiri.” Sheik threw, what looked like a seed, on the ground and disappeared a bang and a puff of smoke. Startled Link jumped back. He looked at the map again, Kokiri Forest had been marked out on the east side of the map. He was not sure if Sheik was yet friend or foe but he had nothing else to go on, so he made his way back to Epona. He patted Epona’s neck just before lifting himself back into the saddle. Epona neighed and the pair set off towards the east.
Throughout the journey, his mind often wandered back to his brother. He hoped Rinku was still fast asleep and safe within the sacred realm. He deliberated over the future, would Rinku be scarred forever or who he make a slow but sure recovery. His heart wrenched as he thought, once more about everything Rinku had gone through. He felt incredibly guilty and inconceivably determined to push through the oddity of his quest.
Link would not have recognised the entrance if it weren’t for a helpful tingling voice telling him so. The entrance to forest was guarded by a thicket of brambles. When those were cleared by his trusty sword he was greeted by a doorway only a child could walk through. He sighed as he crouched down and began crawl through the tunnel, leaving poor Epona on her own.
A flash of blue caught his eye but soon disappeared as he made his way into what appeared to be a small village. Although, the houses were primitive and too small for a normal person to live in. He needed directions to the Forest Temple and maybe the Kokiri could help him. He knocked on the hut nearest to him.
“GO AWAY!” Came a child’s reply. Before Link had a chance to answer the tingling voice called
“This way.” Link followed the voice to another concealed entrance. However, this one was guarded by a small child clad in green.
“I won’t let you through unless you play Saria’s song.” Link raised his eyebrows and tried to pass the kid, he had no time for games. “NO!!” Screamed the child throwing his arms wide. Link, feeling somewhat scared backed off. He had no idea what Saria’s song was let alone have an instrument to play it on.
Something wriggled inside one of his belt pouches. Nervously, he opened the pouch. He withdrew his father’s ocarina.
When he worked in the music shop he would find Saria singing a simple tune to herself.
Was this Saria’s song?
He had no other ideas so he brought the ocarina to his lips and began to play. The child started to sob as he moved out of the way.
“Please Mister, save Saria.” Link’s face fell, even Saria was in danger. He nodded as he patted the child on the head.
“Don’t worry, I will.” He bid the boy farewell with a bracing smile and progressed on his journey.
Giant carnivorous plants and giant spiders graced his path. It was never easy. Although this time he had the tingling voice to help guide him. It gave him all the information about the weak spots and how best to deal with these foul creatures. Link was grateful for his newfound companion, although he still had no idea of the source of the voice.
The Moblins were a new challenge. He rubbed his sore ribs as he quietly crept around the corners of this new area. He definitely wasn’t ready to tackle these guys head on. His one encounter left a big enough mark.
Or so he had thought. At the end of the maze he was greeted by the ringleader. He clutched an intimidating club, almost the same size as Link. Link dived towards the creature to avoid being crushed as it swung the weapon. Frantic, Link swung the master sword and the creature's feet. After a few swipes the creature fell.
“NOW LINK!” Cried the voice, Link jumped, involuntarily in the air before plunging the sacred sword into the creature. This new move finished the creature off and it disappeared with a puff of smoke. It left behind a few handy rupees. Link scurried around collecting them before moving on towards his destination. He came to meadow, still and empty. A stump sat in the centre with a set of steps standing towards the back. On a slightly higher ledge grew several trees and there it was…
The Forest Temple.
He scanned the area looking for a way up onto the ledge, the steps were not high enough on their own. Unlike in the graveyard, there were no handy vines to climb. He pondered examining the area intently. If only he had a way of grappling onto the trees above.
Sheik was a friend after all. He vowed next time he came across the masked creature he would thank them. He aimed as best he could and with all the power, and sound, of a small explosion, the hookshot embedded itself in the nearby tree and yanked Link with it. Link still giddy from his rapid journey, grinned as he made his way into the temple.
What horrors would await him here?
Link gathered very early on that he would be learning the hard way on what tackling a temple would be. He had originally thought that the Forest Temple would exactly like the Temple of Time; a huge hall with a hidden chamber in which the sage would be found. It was nice and simple.
He was so wrong.
The Forest Temple was anything but simple. It contained rooms after rooms filled with weak, but never-ending, monsters and to get the next one he had to solve arduous puzzles. Exhausted and battle-worn he almost fell into the next empty room. He tore a piece of cloth from his undershirt to help curb the bleeding of a gash on his thigh. He was grateful for an empty room.
The door slammed behind him and gates rose, blocking the exit.
Two oversized Stalfos fell from the ceiling above armed with swords and shields. Link gulped and braced himself for another fight, hoping his leg would survive.
The trio clashed. He would bash one away and then the other would come flying towards him. The battle was intense, and the creatures were relentless, but he could not give up. He even tried to use the hookshot as a weapon but to no avail. It was too slow and just ended up throwing Link across the room. After several long blows Link, somehow, he managed to disarm one of the creatures with his shield. He was quick to act, he knocked the bones apart and crushed the skull. The fallen stalfos scrambled around hopelessly while Link focused on the one that remained. He repeated his technique, bashing away the creature's weapons with his shield. Within minutes he had destroyed both Stalfos's and a chest appeared in the centre of the room.
It contained a rather handy bow and a filled quiver. He had shot a few times back on the farm but he hoped with a bit of practice, it would come back to him.
Link continued his journey throughout the temple, he met some rather frightening poes along the way and helped them complete a side quest to reunite them. He solved a few more puzzles and a few more beasts before he came across a rather aggressive looking key. All he had to do was find the oversized lock it fits.
Link didn't have to search long before finding the lock, and the mammoth door it protected. Link took a deep breath and unlocked the door. He hoped that this would be the final boss he would have to fight in this temple.
The boss room wasn’t what he was expecting. The room was surrounded by unusual paintings but nothing else. He waited, waiting for his enemy to appear like with the Stalfos but nothing appeared. He opted instead to examine the paintings individually. They were all images of different sceneries. The paintings only had one thing in common, a painting of a dark horse and rider and as he went around the room the image appeared to get closer and closer.
Phantom Ganon erupted from the painting of the forest. Instinctively Link knocked his bow and took aim, hitting the rider in the chest. The Phantom took damage but quickly retreated into the painting opposite. Link refused to blink as he knocked another arrow and aimed it, waiting for Ganon to appear once more. It didn't take long before he did, Link shot the rider once more. This time the phantom did not retreat. Instead, it withdrew its sword as it charged with energy. Link dropped his bow and bared his shield instead. Ganon hurtled the ball of energy towards Link, he closed his eyes waiting for impact. To Link's surprise, the ball rebounded hitting the phantom, paralysing him. Link lunged forward slashing at the beast as quickly as he could. The paralysis wore off and Link leapt back. Ganon raised his sword again, charging another ball. The pair played energy ball ping pong until Phantom Ganon was finally defeated. A familiar eerie blue light emanated from the centre of the chamber. Link wiped the sweat from his brow and sheathed his sword. He felt drained as if he had run a marathon and was ready for several days of rest. Link equipped his bow and collected any spare arrows before making his way towards the blue light.
He had arrived once more in the chamber of sages. Although he was not alone as he had first thought. Saria stood with a goofy grin on the green emblem.
“Saria, you’re the sage of the Forest?!” Link exclaimed, happy to see a familiar face. Saria nodded almost with a hint of sadness.
“I am now unable to return to your world but do not fear, I will be able to guide you from in here.” She handed over the Forest Medallion. “Your next task is to head to the Temple of Fire and free the Sage there.” Link was confused and tried to answer but Saria stopped him. “I’m so glad I could meet you one last time.”
Link’s stomach plummeted as he was once again pulled from the Sacred Realm.
He found himself in middle of one of the bustling streets of Kakariko with Epona by his side. The crowds failing to notice their strange, and sudden, appearance.
Link lead Epona down and the pair left Kakariko. Link looked over to east with a pang of sadness and heartache. He hoped he and Saria would cross paths again.
Afterall, after Rinku, she was his first friend.