FINALLY! Circles, Zelda fanfiction's first courtroom thriller, has finally come to a computer screen in front of you! Isn't this exciting?

At the risk of sounding redundant (but for the convenience of those who don't know, such as a first-time SirJoshizzle reader), this story is an amalgamation of many elements from the Phoenix Wright/Apollo Justice/Ace Attorney/Gyakuten Saiban/whatever you want to call it series. It is not however, a direct retelling of any of the cases from any of the four games, with Zelda characters simply plugged into where the PW/AJ/AA/GS characters were. If you've played any of the games like I have, you should feel right at home with Circles. And if you haven't, by the time this story is completed, you will be itching to play them, if you have not yet done so through the middle of the story. I guarantee it.

I do not own The Legend of Zelda.


Circles
SirJoshizzle

"Here's our lunch!"

He looked up from his iced coffee he was drinking and smiled as she took a seat at the table, sitting right across from him. She set the tray holding two bowls of rice and chicken on the table, putting his bowl and a pair of chopsticks in front of him.

"Thanks," he nodded, breaking apart the wooden chopsticks and testing them out a few times before reaching into the mound of steamed rice.

"I got a few packets of sugar for your coffee," she said, taking one of her three sugar packs and tearing the top off. She motioned for his cup.

"…Thank you," he said, smiling kindly and taking a few sips of his drink. He picked up a strip of chicken breast with his chopsticks and tore it in half with his teeth.

"…U-ugh!"

She looked up from her food, chopsticks in her mouth, to him with a raised eyebrow. "Hm?"

He suddenly started coughing, bits of the food sputtering out of his mouth as he did so. Small, little coughs at first, but they quickly intensified to the point of desperate, hacking gasps for air. His breath hitched in his throat, and his hand clamped around his neck as purple spots blotched in his vision.

She slammed down her chopsticks and her bowl. She was panicking.

W-what's going on!?, she wondered, fear filling her eyes as she watched her boyfriend quickly suffocate as his skin started turning blue. "What's wrong!?"

But he didn't respond. His eyes slowly rolled into the back of his head. He faced the glass ceiling of the cafeteria, before his head fell forward. His face slammed and buried into his rice bowl with a clank.

She just stared at him in shock, unable to register what just happened. But then it clicked: he was dead. But from what? She couldn't think straight. She just let out a blood-curdling scream.

"AHHHHH!!"

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September 2, 2008; 9:50 AM
Hyrule Castle Town, Light Prefecture
Hyrule University, Light Campus—Faculty Lounge

Link Avalon yawned softly as he took the pot of freshly brewed coffee from the machine and poured it into his empty mug.

"Hey Link!" He heard a voice call out from behind him. He looked over his shoulder, to see his best friend and colleague Sheik Adlez come through the automatic sliding doors of the faculty lounge, headed straight for him.

Sheik was Link's fellow professor at Hyrule University. While Link taught Hylian history, Sheik was in the archeology department. The two fields went hand in hand, so the two often worked together, helping each other out if one had a question on the other's area of expertise.

At twenty-eight, Sheik was five years younger than Link. His hair was a platinum gold, brilliantly brighter than Link's own hair. It was short, but in the back was a small ponytail tied by a few simple pieces of string. His eyes were a stunning, yet kind ruby red—trademarks of the Sheikah tribe, which he was a part of. While the two could generally be considered easy-going, it was a general agreement between both the faculty and the students that Sheik was the more laid-back one. But all the same, the Sheikah was quite the intellectual, which often betrayed his childlike antics.

"Oh, hey Sheik," Link smiled lopsidedly as his friend approached him. He placed the coffee pot back into its spot and pressed a few buttons, letting it brew for a little bit longer.

"So, it's the start of a new school year," Sheik smirked. He turned around and leaned against the counter with his elbows supporting his weight behind him.

"Yeah," Link nodded as he yawned again. He took a bottle of vanilla creamer from a tray next to the coffee maker and poured a generous amount into his cup.

"…Huh…" Sheik raised an eyebrow at the plastic container of coffee beans next to the machine that read "Special Terminian Brew—Extra Caffeine!". "That's strange."

"What's strange?" Link glanced at him from the corner of his eye as he closed the lid on the bottle and set it back on the tray.

"You normally don't drink coffee," Sheik shrugged. "…At least regular coffee, anyway—extra caffeine, no less… You're more of a decaf man." He heard Link yawn again, and chuckled slightly in response. "And you sound pretty tired too."

"That's exactly why I'm not drinking decaf this time around," Link said in a matter-of-fact voice with a slight smirk, raising his cup and taking a drink out of it. "I didn't really get a lot of sleep last night."

"Ahh," the Sheikah nodded. "Prepping for the new school year?"

"Yeah," Link nodded. "…And because today… is a very special date."

The Sheikah knit his brow and looked at him for a second, but it clicked in his mind. Ah, he nodded inwardly. Because of her, that's why. "That's right… Today's the sixth anniversary of…"

Link took a deep gulp of his coffee and gave Sheik a hard look. He shook his head slightly, as if to say, "Please don't say it."

"…Oh…" Sheik looked down to the linoleum floor with a small frown, and then back to his friend. "I gotcha… So, did you hear about what happened in the cafeteria last week?" Sheik quickly changed the subject before the tension between them could mount.

"Ah," Link nodded as he downed another gulp. "The, uh… the murder?"

"Pretty scary when you put it like that," Sheik smiled slightly as he shrugged an eyebrow, shaking his head slightly. Link raised his shoulders at that. "Well that's what it was, right?"

"…I suppose," the Sheikah replied.

"Do you know who it was?" Link asked him. "Or at least who everyone thinks it was?"

"No idea," he shook his head. "They're not revealing the details to the public… But there's a rumor that it was a university student… One of our students, no less."

"Yeah?" Link turned to him, still drinking his coffee. Sheik nodded. The Hylian looked back forward and raised his brow a few centimeters. "…Huh… No kidding…"

Another short silence fell between them, then Sheik looked to his silver wrist watch. It was 9:54 AM.

"Oh, I gotta run," Sheik patted Link of his back softly, and adjusted his tie and the jacket of his deep red suit. He stuffed his right hand into the pocket of his slacks. "My class starts soon."

"Alright," Link nodded, gesturing his mug to him. "I'll talk to you later then."

"Sure," Sheik gave a thumbs up and grinned over his right shoulder with his left hand. "Take it easy today, yeah?"

"I will," Link laughed softly as he watched his friend exit out of the sliding doors.

"Hey, Link," Ilia Fado, a new professor in the political sciences department walked up next to him to the coffee machine.

"Mornin', Ilia," Link smiled over to her, finishing the rest of his coffee. "First day on the job, huh?"

"Yes," she blushed slightly. "I'm a little nervous…"

"You'll do fine," he put his hand on her shoulder gently.

"Thank you," she nodded with a smile, gaining a small boost of confidence. She grabbed a bottle of hazelnut creamer and poured a slight amount into her mug. "But then I'll have my mentor helping me out, so it shouldn't be all bad."

"That's good," Link nodded to the blonde. "Mr. Rusl?"

"Yes," she nodded. Link grabbed a napkin and wiped his lips and the rim of his mug free of coffee. "Then you're definitely in good hands."

She laughed softly and took a drink out of her cup. "Alright. Well, I have to go. But I'll see you later!"

"Yeah," he nodded.

"Wanna have lunch later?" She stopped to turn back to him. "Sheik's coming too."

"Sure," he nodded. "I'll be there. How's that restaurant a block off campus? Maybe at… How's 11:00? My class starts at noon."

"Sounds good," she nodded. "Just… bring your own drink. Wouldn't want anything bad to happen."

Link smiled at that, but shot her a scolding but playful look; he knew she was referring to the poisoning that happened the week before.

"I'm kidding!" She shook her head. "Bye, Link!"

"Later, Ilia," he called after her as she exited the doors. Outside the glass doors, the students crowded the halls, mostly new students, searching for their classes. He spotted a group of freshmen girls, crowding around each other, talking and text messaging on their cell phones. A few of them glanced over to him and immediately broke into girlish grins and fits of blushing giggles. He couldn't help but smirk lopsidedly and shake his head, turning his head to the side away from them.

Many of the younger female members of the university's staff—as well as thousands of the female students and even a few males—considered thirty-three year old Link Avalon to be, simply put, devastatingly handsome. His unruly hair was a mix of a very light brown and a dark, dirty blonde, his light blue eyes probed and comforted, his tenor voice was arresting and smooth, and his smile was charming yet youthful. He stood at five feet and eleven inches, and his body was muscled to be sure, but healthy and lean—broad shoulders and a proportionately broad chest to match, his stomach was taut, and his arms and legs were nicely toned, a result of spending his high school and college days on the tennis courts and in the swimming pool.

Link was a fine professor, revered by his superiors and even considered one of the history department's finest. He was a tough teacher and refused to let his students fail at all costs. He made sure his pupils were on top of their school work at all times, and were always caught up on current events. He was strict at times, but he was also respected by the undergraduates because of it—it got business done concisely and efficiently.

In addition to his expertise in Hylian History, he was also skilled in law—he originally attended Hyrule University with the hopes of becoming a defense attorney, and even majored in the field. When he was twenty-seven, he earned his attorney's badge, and for the first time as a defense attorney, stepped into the court room. But that first trial… It scarred him deeply, emotionally traumatizing him enough to drive him to retire his attorney's badge and drop out of the profession, ending his career just as soon as it began. Shortly after that, he pursued his second-greatest passion: to become a teacher.

I can't believe it's been six years, he thought to himself. Six years it's been, since I decided… that I'd never become a lawyer… ever again.

He sighed solemnly and looked at the digital wall clock. It was 9:57 AM. He stood up straight, pushing himself off the counter. He had time; his first class didn't start until noon.

It's time to pay her a visit.

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September 2, 2008; 10:29 AM
Hyrule Castle Town, Light Prefecture
Market District Cemetery

Link rolled up the sleeves of his white dress shirt as he held a bouquet of flowers in his left hand. He walked past a few plaques embedded into the grass, before finally reaching the one he was looking for.

"Hey," Link smiled sadly. "Long time, no see..."

He looked down at the plaque. On the right was a hole filled with water for flowers, and on the left was a color-picture of her.

But there were flowers already in the hole, recently watered and freshly cut.

That's odd, Link raised an eyebrow, staring at the bouquet of domesticated bomb flowers. Who brought these?

He knelt down and placed the flowers into the hole with the bomb flowers, arranging them after they floated in the water for a second. He stared at her name in bold letters, then to her picture to the left. She was smiling brightly, her head slightly tilted to the left. He closed his eyes softly, furrowing his brow as he did so.

"Please, Mr. Avalon! My sister has no one else to turn to! I'm begging you, save my sister and prove her innocence!"

His eyebrows trembled as the voice echoed in his head.

"You believe me… don't you, Mr. Avalon?" Her voice rung through his head, buzzing like an angry bee.

"Of course I believe you," his voice replied back.

"Will you take my case then? …Or will you refuse, like all the other lawyers I talked to?" She asked again.

"…It's up to you."

Link opened his eyes slightly, but instead of seeing the plaque and the flowers, he saw that scene from six years ago, just has disturbingly vivid as ever.

"…NOOOOO!!" His voice cried out in horror. In his mind, the voices were deafening. The flashbacks played back like they just happened the other day. He shook his head free of the painful memories until he snapped back to reality.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, reaching out to trail his fingers against the cold stone. "I'm sorry… that I wasn't able to save you."

He closed his eyes again, then got up to his feet. He dusted himself off, took one last look at her plaque, then turned away to walk back to his car.

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September 2, 2008; 12:00 PM
Hyrule Castle Town, Light Prefecture
Hyrule University, Light Campus—Kokiri Hall, Room 213

The bell rung as Link walked into his class to see his forty-some students all taking their seats. He glanced at all of them from the corner of his eye and chuckled to himself.

"Good afternoon, everyone!" Link's voice boomed loudly through the large classroom with a welcoming smile on his face.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Avalon!" They all replied in unison.

"I hope you all had a very good summer, and a nice lunch as well," he grinned as he picked up a black dry erase marker and popped the cap off with one hand. He turned around to the white board and wrote his name in both English and Hylian.

"Some of you may be familiar with me, some aren't… For the latter half, my name is… Link… Avalon," he said as he wrote. He turned back to the class and capped his marker. He took a step towards them and leaned forward on his desk, his hands propping him up. "You can call me Professor Avalon, Mr. Avalon, Mr. A., or even just Link—doesn't really matter."

He bent over to his computer screen, moved the mouse around the pad and clicked a few times to open up his class roster to take a quick attendance. "Alright, I'll just go through a quick attendance. There's a lot of you, so bare with me for a minute or two, okay? I'll call out your last name, and let me know you're alive with a good "Here!", got it? …Lets see…"

"Excuse me!"

Link paused and looked up to the class with raised eyebrows. "Yeah?" His eyes scanned the room and saw a few students in the first row point to the door. He followed their fingers to the left of him, and who he saw immediately drained all the blood from his face.

"Y-you!" His heart skipped a beat and his mind raced in double-time.

It was a woman. She looked in her mid-twenties, and she was carrying a few textbooks against her chest. She was slightly tanned a neutral peach color. Her long, mid-back length hair was a mix of a dark brown and a light blonde, the opposite of Link's. Her eyes were a mix of dark blue and light purple… And she looked exactly like her.

I… It c-can't be...!! His heart raced and his chest heaved rapidly.

"I-I'm sorry I'm late," she smiled sheepishly. She even sounded like her! She stepped forward and gave him a slip of paper.

"Y… Y-you're—" Link stammered.

"Marin Tarin," she interrupted him.

He stared at her long and hard, examining her closely. "…M-Marin…?"

"That's right," she nodded, still smiling. He slowly took the paper and unfolded it. It was her class schedule. Sure enough, there was her name in black and white at the top of the paper, "Tarin, Marin".

Link looked up from the schedule back to Marin with wide and confused eyes, his brow knit tightly.

M-my Goddesses, the resemblance…

"…Is something the matter, Mr. Avalon?" She gave him a concerned look, tilting her head to the side.

T-that's what she always used to do! Link screamed in his mind as everything from that day came rushing back to him. The picture of her on her plaque back at the cemetery came to mind. He heard the rest of the class whispering amongst themselves and eying him and Marin oddly.

"W-what's up with Professor A.?" He heard a male in the front whisper to his friend.

"I don't know," the girl whispered back. "…He's starting to sweat…"

"…You're staring," Marin blushed slightly. Link quickly snapped out of his daze and shook his head. He grinned sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "O-oh! No, no, I'm fine! I'm sorry… I just thought you were… someone else, is all."

"…Oh," she giggled slightly. "I apologize for my tardiness… I had a… previous obligation."

Link nodded slowly, folding the paper and creasing it before handing it back. "…I-it's alright. P-please, take a seat."

"Thank you." She accepted the paper and bowed slightly. "And it's a pleasure to meet you… Mr. Link Avalon." She turned around and headed for an empty seat in the middle of the class.

"W-wait!" Link stopped her. She froze for a second and turned back to him. "Yes?"

"…How did you know my first name?" Link eyed her suspiciously. "I never even told you it, and it wasn't on your schedule either…"

She gasped sharply at that, and her eyes wandered around the room. She was trembling slightly, but visibly.

Is she hiding something?

"I-I saw it on the board," she finally said in a rushed voice, pointing past him. He looked over his shoulder and saw where he wrote his first and last name just minutes ago. "I-I just assumed that 'Link' was your first name is all."

"…Oh," Link nodded with uncertainty. "…O-of course."

She smiled again and continued to make way for the empty chair. But Link just couldn't shake her off, that Marin Tarin. He watched her intently as she kindly introduced herself to the girl sitting next to her.

He knew that somehow, he and she have met before…

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September 2, 2008; 12:59 PM
Hyrule Castle Town, Light Prefecture
Hyrule University, Light Campus—Kokiri Hall, Room 213

"I'll see you all tomorrow!" Link called out as the bell rang, closing his SuperPoint presentation on the projector and the computer.

The entire class broke out into chatter, calling out their goodbyes to Link as they flooded out the door.

"Bye, Mr. A!"

"Later, Mr. Link!"

"Have a nice day, Professor Avalon!"

"You too," he replied loudly so that they could hear him, not looking away from his computer screen. "Oh!" Link's face shot up. "Ms. Tarin, may I have a minute of your time, please?"

Marin looked at him from from the corner of her eye just as she was about to exit, and walked over to the side of his desk. "Yes?" She asked.

Link logged off his teacher's account on his computer and turned to Marin. "Ms. Tarin… Have we… Have we met before?"

She raised an eyebrow and looked around in thought, like she was trying to remember something. "…No, I don't think so. I recently moved here from Koholint Island… I've never been here in Hyrule up until now… Unless, have you been to Koholint, Mr. Avalon?"

"…No, I haven't," he shook his head, slightly disappointed. B-but she looks so familiar… She looks just like…

"Then no, I don't think we could have met in the past," she shook her head with a small frown. "…Are you sure there isn't anything wrong? Throughout your entire lecture, you sounded… preoccupied."

"Huh?" He blurted out. "Y-yeah! …Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about me, thank you."

"Alright." She smiled warmly and began to walk away.

"O-one more thing, Ms. Tarin?"

She turned around and faced him again. "Yes?"

"I know it's not any of my business," he started slowly. "…But why exactly were you late? I mean, just so I can excuse you properly."

She frowned slightly, hugging her books to her chest closer. "…O-Oh. I was… I was looking for a lawyer."

He raised an eyebrow. A lawyer?

"...My boyfriend… He died… Poisoning… In the cafeteria," she explained with a smile, attempting to lighten the mood. But it was evident that talking about it was hard. "…It was after my registration process. People saw it happen… and they're saying I did it."

So she's the suspect, Link said to himself. She's who Sheik was talking about earlier today. But something clicked in his mind. He repeated what she just said in his head, the outline of the murder case and the circumstances she said she was under. His eyes widened. …J-just like…!

"The trial's in two days," she looked down at the floor, tracing circles with her foot. "And no one will represent me… I'll get an attorney assigned by the court of course," she smiled weakly. "…But I'm afraid he or she might not trust me, especially since no one else did."

Is… Is this for real!? He stared at her is disbelief. Every word she spoke brought up those painful memories from six years prior. T-t-this can't be…

"…I…" Link murmured after a silence. "…I-I'll represent you."

Her eyes widened and she gasped sharply. "Wh-what?"

Even Link was surprised by what he just said. He didn't think before he opened his mouth; the words just came out on their own.

"Ms. Tarin," Link shook his head, then smiled warmly. "…I… I used to be a lawyer… I've devoted eight years of my life to studying law… For a student, I'd be more than happy to defend you."

"…Mr. Avalon," Marin whispered, looking at the floor. "Do you really believe me? …I didn't kill him… You believe me… Don't you, Mr. Avalon?"

She sent chills racing up and down his spine. His knees locked. Her voice rung bells in his head.

"…You believe me… Don't you, Mr. Avalon?"

His lips trembled before answering. "…Of course I do."

"So…" She paused. "…Will you take my case then? …Or will you refuse, like all the other lawyers I talked to?"

His head pounded. He felt dizzy. It was like déjà vu, like he was reliving every single moment from that day all over again.

"I-it's…" He choked, his skin clamming. "…It's up to you."

Marin raised her head and looked him in the eye before smiling gratefully. "…Thank you."

And with that, she left. But he couldn't tear his eyes away from her as she exited the door. Her light red skirt ruffled as she walked, and her long brown-blonde hair—the very same length and color she wore her hair—bounced with every step.

It can't be you, Link shook his head, backing away before slumping into his swivel chair. He held his forehead in his hand and ran his fingers through his hair, combing them backwards towards his neck.

I-it can't…

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September 2, 2008; 5:32 PM
East Village Ward, Light Prefecture
Shad Ashei Law Offices—Lobby

"Good afta' noon, there." The stout female receptionist pushed her swivel chair away from her computer to the desk where Link was waiting.

"Yes," Link nodded. "Ah, I was wondering if Mr. Shad Ashei was in?"

"D'ya have an appointment, son?" She asked as she raised an eyebrow, casually chewing her gum as she spoke.

"Well, no…" Link shook his head. "B-but this is rather important. Mr. Ashei and I are old acquaintances… Can you tell him Link Avalon is here?"

She looked at him for a second, but blinked and nodded. "You got it." She turned to an intercom microphone and pressed down on a red button. "Mr. Ashei, you got a guest waitin' for ya. He says ya know him."

"Who is it, Telma?" A male voice replied.

I never thought I'd hear ol' Shad's voice again, Link smiled inwardly.

"A Mr. Link Avalon," the woman named Telma replied, stressing his name in the same manner he did. There was no reply for a moment, but Link could hear Shad breathe, "Avalon" quietly.

The door to the right of Telma's desk clicked a few times, and the door opened slowly. A man who appeared in his mid-thirties opened the door. He had combed back dark blonde hair, a fair and slightly pale complexion, and clear blue eyes framed by round, wire-rimmed eyeglasses. He laid his eyes on Link, and they widened, a smile creeping onto his lips.

"Well, if it isn't Link Avalon!" He laughed, walking out of the door towards him. Link chuckled softly, heartily shaking his hand.

"Nice to see you again, Shad," Link nodded.

Shad Ashei was a former colleague of Link's, when he was still in the lawyer profession. If owning his own law firm wasn't any indication, Shad was the more gifted an attorney between the two of them; even Link didn't deny that. In fact, Link firmly thought that if Shad were the one handling the defense in that trial six years ago, then it wouldn't have ended the way it did—tragically and suddenly.

"Come on, come on," Shad patted him on the back, gesturing him to go into the room he came from. "Lets talk privately." He turned to Telma and smiled kindly. "Thank you, Telma."

"No problem," she nodded before turning back to her computer, popping her gum.

Shad closed the door behind him and Link stood in the middle of his office. Two leather chairs sat before his bown polished mahogany desk. Behind it were paintings of the legendary Ooccoo society, the City in the Sky. Shad had an affinity for collecting things related to the mythical Ooccoo, said to be an ancestor of the Hylian cucco.

Shad, Link mused as he observed the earthy tones of the room. Same as ever, I see.

"So what brings you here, Link?" The bespectacled man asked him, gesturing for him to take a seat in one of the chairs. "Would you like anything to drink? Coffee? Water?"

"I'm fine," Link shook his head, sitting down on one of the chairs. "And you? How's it going as of late?"

"Ah, it's okay," he shrugged. "Had an offer yesterday, but I refused… Are you, uh, still studying to be a teacher?"

"Actually," Link started, "I'm a professor at Hyrule University."

Shad's eyebrows shot up. "That so, huh? It seems you're doing pretty well."

"And you too," Link nodded with a smile, glancing at Shad's shining attorney's badge, pinned over his heart. "…Shad, can I ask you something?"

"Legal stuff?" Shad rested his elbow on the armrest and rubbed his cheek.

"I guess you can put it that way," the professor shrugged. "…That offer you mentioned earlier… Did it have something to do with… a Ms. Marin Tarin?"

Shad's brow knit at that. "…How did you know that?"

"She's my student," Link shook his head, still in slight disbelief. "She told me that she's under suspicion of her boyfriend's death… And that no lawyer she's approached has accepted."

"I… I see…" The lawyer nodded slowly as he rubbed his clean-shaved chin, as opposed to Link's, which was lined with fine stubble.

"And… It was so strange," Link leaned forward. He rested his elbows on his knees, and in turn rested his chin on the back sides of his hands. "Her situation… It was so similar to—"

"So you noticed as well…" Shad cut him off. Link looked up at him, raising an eyebrow.

"To be honest, I thought it was actually her when she walked into my office too," Shad smiled weakly. "I'm sure you thought the same as well."

"Of course I did," Link laughed bitterly. "The way she looked… The way she talked, the way she acted… The sound of her voice… Even the smell of her perfume…" The lighter blonde shook his head. "Everything was the same…"

Shad raised an eyebrow. "…Link?"

"I promised her I'd take the case," Link stared at him. "I told her I'd be her defense attorney."

"Link!" Shad cried out.

"I know it's crazy," Link quickly tried to explain himself. "…But I know that all this just can't be a coincidence! Two different murders happening at the same place… A couple in the middle of it: the boyfriend is poisoned to death and the girlfriend is the one who everyone is pointing their fingers at… That's not an act of chance, Shad. I know that somehow this case and the one I handled six years ago are related… I don't know how… But I can feel that they are…"

Shad stared at Link. He could see the passion burning in his cobalt eyes. His expression hard and determined. He couldn't help but smile to himself. Link, he thought, after all these years… you haven't changed a single bit.

"You're serious about this?" Shad asked him.

"Yes," Link nodded. "I want to take on this trial… I know I said that I'd never go back into law… But there's something about this case… There's something about this Marin Tarin… Something's not right… I know that if I take this case, then I'll get some answers. I want to know what happened on that day six years ago… And I'm going to find out."

After a few moments, Shad sighed softly. "…Very well." He reached into a drawer and handed Link a manila folder. "This is the court record. Everything you need to know about the trial is in there. I received these from the district courthouse; they assumed I'd be taking the case."

Link took the folder and opened the flap. He quickly flipped through the papers, perusing the contents, before closing it again.

"I trust you still have your attorney's badge?" Shad asked him.

"I do," Link nodded before chuckling. "…Hell, I even had a case specially made for it."

"Then you're all set," Shad nodded as he smiled slightly at Link's last statement. "The trial's in two days at the Court of the Heavenly Goddesses in Hylia Square at 9:45… I'm sure you still know where that is."

Link smirked softly at that. Gods, this just keeps getting better and better… He got up from his seat with a quiet grunt and extended his hand to shake Shad's. "Thank you."

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September 2, 2008; 10:16 PM
Hyrule Castle Town, Light Prefecture
Vantage Pointe Condominiums, Apartment 201

Link got his hot chocolate out of the microwave as soon as the timer beeped. He walked over to the kotatsu, a low, traditional Hylian table with a heater underneath it. He took a seat in front of his open laptop and the papers sprawled around it, and slipped his legs under the table, the warmth enveloping them.

He reclined in his seat, savoring the warm chocolate, ran a hand through his messy, tangled hair, and stared out through the glass sliding doors leading to the balcony of his one-room apartment. Despite living in a high-rise, his building was in a low-density residential area in southeast Castle Town, where the buildings were rather low—a rarity in the endless sea of towering concrete and glass that made up the nation's capital—so he had a pretty nice view of the city from his apartment. The Light Campus where he worked was clearly visible, nearby was the Temple of Time, the seat of the Hylian Church, and not too far off was the perpetually lit and lively Hylia Square, the city's main skyscraper district, and the nearby Hyrule Castle, the home of the Hylian Royal Family.

Setting his mug onto a wooden coaster, he picked up a small square velvet box sitting to the right of his laptop. It looked as if it housed a piece of valuable jewelry. That was half-right; while not necessarily what one would consider jewelry, it was valuable, especially its nostalgic value. He opened it, and sitting in the silk lining was it.

His attorney's badge.

He took it out, placing the empty box back on the table and held the golden brooch-like object to his eye-level. Even in the darkness, it shone brilliantly; the entire apartment was pitch black, with only the bright screen of the laptop and the moonlight pouring in acting as sources of light.

I never thought I'd have to wear you again, Link smiled to himself, examining the front. It was circular, probably no larger than three-fourths of an inch in diameter. In the middle was the Crest of the Hylian Court—a Triforce in the middle with the three Goddesses floating around it in a clockwise manner. The back was relatively simple—a needle with a stopper, so that it could be worn like a pin.

He placed it next to his mug and turned back to a paper lying on top of the keyboard of the laptop. It was the outline of the case.

Link had been studying the court record Shad had given him for hours, trying to grasp as much information as he could from what he was handed. He had spent probably an hour making the court arrangements for Marin's trial, before finally registering as her new lawyer.

He planned tomorrow to visit Marin at the District Detention Center where she was being held for questioning and detainment, and then the cafeteria and interview the kitchen staff to get a better grasp of the situation.

He looked back to the computer screen… It was a confidential file that he had been looking at, but was given access to by Shad. It was the complete record of what happened that trial six years ago. The entire court proceeding, the witness testimonies, the evidence presented… All of it was explained in vivid detail.

He reached for another paper, and pulled out the dossier for Marin Tarin. He examined the picture of her closely.

"She looks so familiar…" Link whispered. "She looks just like…"

He looked up to the computer screen, and there was the picture of her.

Zelda Harkinian.

Zelda was the prime suspect in that trial. She was defended by Link. Everyone was against her then. The prosecution and the witnesses were horribly bent on trying to get her guilty. But Link knew otherwise. He knew she was innocent. And he was so close to proving it.

"She looks so much like you, Zelda," Link said to the picture on the screen, and then back to the picture of Marin."

"Is it you? …Or does she just look like you?" Link traced his finger against Marin's right cheek. "…Of course it can't be you… It can't be, because the only Zelda Harkinian I know…"

He looked back to Zelda. His gaze hardened, slightly furrowing his brow in sadness.

"…The only Zelda Harkinian I know… is dead."


There goes chapter one! Chapter two will be up maybe as early as tomorrow if reviews are lovely, or maybe as late as Sunday if you find me in a vindictive mood. No guarantees. :)

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