Destiny’s Fate

Ok, I didn’t get as much out of my other story as I wanted, yeah it stunk. But I hope this one won’t!

Chapter 1

The beginning.

There was soft piano music flowing from the room across from Zelda’s in the castle. A girl of about 10 years was playing a song. It was a song she wrote, and she wanted to impress the king with it.

“No, No! That is not right! Err!” she moaned. “I’ll never get this done by the majesty’s birthday!”

“Meghan, can I help you with it?” a girl about a year older then her with blond hair and blue eyes asked from the doorframe. Her hair was pulled into an elegant bun on head.

“I’m sorry, Princess Zelda. I want to finish this by myself.” She said as she quickly stood, curtsied, and sat down on the glossy black bench. Her bottom-length brown hair just brushed the bench as she sat. Her hair was down, although it was brushed and knot-less, she hadn’t felt like having it done up today. Instead, her bangs that were almost the same length as the rest of her hair fell in her face.

“I told you, you don’t need to call me ‘Princess.’ You and I are sisters.”

“Not really, and you know that.” It wasn’t hard to tell by just looking at them that they weren’t related. But neither of them had been old enough to realize that until the month before.

Zelda had questioned it first, and Meghan followed. They had discovered something. And the king and queen were forced to explain by the little puppy-dog eyes of the two girls.

The queen had told them that Meghan wasn’t really their child. A mother, who during the war not too long ago had found refuge within the castle walls, gave her to the queen.

The guards were about to throw the lady out, but the queen was convinced she was on their side. She took her in and nursed the mother back to health while the baby was taken care of by a Sheikah, Nimpa, the sister of Impa.

The lady had told the queen her story. She and her friend, whose son was born a few months before her daughter, had been driven out of their homes. They were injured but ran away. The lady’s friend had run away to the Kokiri forest with her son, Link. The lady told the queen her daughter’s name, and that if it was at all possible, let her meet her friend’s son when she old enough to handle the truth.

But, as it turned out, the queen never was able to find the boy.

Ever since that day, Meghan had been calling Zelda ‘Princess Zelda’ and the king and queen ‘your majesty’ instead of Mother and Father. She never looked them straight in the eye anymore and spent most of her time alone in her room with her instruments. They were her refuge, and she was constantly writing new songs on the piano, flute, and harp. She was constantly thinking, more than any other girl her age.

“Meghan, you must not torture yourself like this. Mother and Father love you just as much as I. You mustn’t seclude yourself from every one else.”

“But, Zelda. I must finish this song.”

“Tell me, Meghan. Would you still be doing this if you still thought that Father was your father as well?”

“It doesn’t matter. What happened happened and it was my destiny. I’m a servant of the King and Queen.”

“The ‘King and Queen’ don’t want you to, though.”

“But-“

“No. Please, come with me. This has gone on long enough. What ever happened to my sister, Princess Meghan? The one I used to sit with and share my dreams?” Meghan couldn’t help it. She looked up and saw Zelda’s sincere face.

“I’m sorry, Zelda.” The little girl stood up and ran to her idol, the real Princess of Hyrule. “I’m sorry.” She sobbed into the princess. “I was too caught up in myself to realize the truth. I wish I could meet that boy. This is just too sad. I-I-I oh Waa!” she burst out crying again.

“That’s what I wanted to tell you. I had another prophecy last night.”

“Huh? You did?” Meghan said, breaking away from Zelda to look up into her eyes as she wiped the tears away.

“Yes. I believe that someone is going to come. A boy, a fairy boy from the Kokiri forest. And it is your destiny to meet him. So, I have concluded it is he. I’m not sure, though. So, I’m just going to pretend I don’t know.”

“O-o-ok.” Meghan said as her crying stopped. “I-I-I’ll help you d-do whatever you need to-to do.”

“That sounds like the girl I know.” Zelda took her best friend’s hand and led her to the courtyard. While they were walking, Zelda told her the rest of the dream.

“The boy was holding a Green Stone, I believe it was the Kokiri’s Emerald. But there were also dark clouds. I believe they symbolize that man who came to swear loyalty to father. That man, Gannondorf, the King of the Gerudos, may seem sincere, but he has an evil look in his eyes.”

“Really? He looked nice to me.”

“Yes, well I think he is bad.”

“And I believe you. Your dreams are never wrong. So, you are most likely correct.”

“Yes, and he’s here today. Let’s go see if we can see what he is doing here.”

“OK, Zelda.” The two girls walked to the courtyard. There, they went to the window that led to the throne room. Guards were standing against the walls. The King and Queen were sitting on one end of the room, waiting for Gannondorf to arrive.