I'm back, bang on a week later. Ready for some more angst?

Ah my lovely reviewers; Katie -thank you! I think I'd be bored with 1000 levels…
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She wondered what she was doing. Did she really want to torture herself further? To go, but only to find nothing?

But what if she did find something… Something that she would never be prepared to see…

No. She repressed the images of a body, damaged beyond recognition… No. She could not, would not think like that…

Could she cope with seeing any body? She knew the effects water could have after a month of being constantly submerged beneath it, how skin could become a dull, sickly grey, how hair could…

No. No. No.

She had seen death. Had been the one to deliver it without so much as a second thought…

But this. This was something different.

She pulled her cloak tighter, walking to the waters edge.

Maybe, it would do her good to see something. Perhaps then she could be rid of the lingering sense of hope.

Hope that he had somehow survived, missed a fatal landing, and been swept away by the current… Alive.

Yet looking at the rubble protruding from the water at deadly angles, she felt the ounce of hope dwindle.

She couldn't do this…

How could she bear it if she saw him…

Hope was the only thing that was keeping her going. A prayer that he was alive. A longing that she so desperately wanted to be true…

Zelda stopped, breathing heavier as she removed her boots. Rolled her trousers to above her knees. Knotted her tunic so that it fell no further than past her waist.

She had come this far. Mustered her courage into facing her fear. Told herself that she could handle it as she descended the stairs to Lake Hylia. Tried to offer encouraging words as she continued to draw nearer to the remains of the bridge.

Her body shivered as she stepped into the water. Flinching as the cold met her skin.

Still she waded through it, resisting the urge to turn back, searching for risen land that she could stand on before she would have to fully submerge herself into the freezing depths.

Zelda glanced back at her belongings. Grateful that she had decided to bring a spare change of clothes, and that Lake Hylia was so secluded; no-one needed to know how she was on the verge on insanity over her loss, driven to the depths of despair through contemplating that small possibility that he was in fact alive…

Her foot reached the end of the land that she had walked on. From here on she would have to swim.

She could have asked the Zora's… they would be able to give a more thorough search than what she, herself could provide.

But her own stubborn determination had set in. Searching with her own eyes would stop her from believing that they could have missed something, unlikely as though it would be.

Let her truly be aware that her Hero was…

The ache flared in her chest, amplified by the surrounding cold. No, she was not quitting now. Not when she was so close…

Her fingers brushed the stone. A flood of memories rising behind her eyes, all over- shadowed by her scream…

She pushed down the urge to go back to shore, and continued to persevere, moving any stone that she could. Searching frantically for anything, something

Taking a deep breath as she ducked under the freezing water, seeking out anything through the murky haze. And coming up empty.

Her search continued, her agitation at her own ineptitude rising with each passing moment.

Her fingers were numb, her hair soaked and matted due to her constant dives, her entire frame wracked with shakes that she wasn't even sure was a result from the cold or her own inadequacy.

Nothing.

Not even a piece of fabric or armour. Nothing.

Some part of her was relieved. The other was consumed by the clutches of grief.

She didn't know what she had expected. But she didn't feel satisfied. As if there was something that was eluding her…

Zelda pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind. Forcibly pushing herself back to shore, greeted by the warmth of dry clothes. A small pleasure in life, but something she took comfort in. Something that was stable, and that she could rely on….

She re-tied the cloak around her neck once again, warding off the chill set deep in her bones, and decided on what needed to be done…

First and foremost was getting back to the castle. Her eyes wandered to the stairs leading back into Hyrule field, dreading the climb…

At least there was a suitable way of transcending the two lands now that the stairs had been built along with the Gerudo bridge… how he could endure being shot out of a cannon was an enigma in her mind.

Still, she just did not possess the energy to go up them. It was almost as if though she had been drained of her resources, leaving her rather feeble.

Yet she didn't question her tiredness. Since that day… she hadn't felt the vigour to do much at all… only her duties as sovereign, and that fickle spark of hope that refused to be snuffed by the winds of reality forced her to get out of bed in the morning.

That, and the that moping never got one anywhere, as tempting as it was. No, keeping herself busy - as arduous as it was - distracted her mind from replaying that scene…

It was with these thoughts that she commanded herself to tackle the stairs, knowing that when she arrived back at the castle a letter to the Zora's would be formulated…


"Your majesty, Pisciculis from the Zora Domain awaits your presence in the courtyard."

The Queen looked up from the book she was currently trying to get lost in, (though it was more strenuous than what she had thought - her mind would not cease straying to earlier events…) her eyes landing on the butler at the door.

"Thank you" Zelda answered, rising from her chair. Glad to have something to do.

She had contacted the Zora's as soon as she had arrived back at the castle, sending the letter off without a moments hesitation.

It had been a matter of waiting then, a short wait at that. It had taken only three days for a spokes man to arrive. Prince, or rather King Ralis had responded quickly.

Though she imagined it had something to do with her hero being involved rather than small union between the two races…

Zelda made her way out into the grand courtyard, regretting the choice of location.

She had requested here as it was the only source of water in the castle -other than the Northern Lake which ran directly into the grounds- which actually had an area for formal meetings such as the one she was in now.

That, and she knew that the Zora's could be rather uncomfortable with large masses of Hylians when they were alone, and (though surely after the war, they had realised that there was no rivalry between the two races…)

But she could see a memory all too clearly in her minds eye. Recall the feeling of his calloused digits brush her neck, the cool touch of metal touch her throat… see him smiling behind her as she gazed into the waters surface to admire the item of jewellery.

Her fingers reached to where it rested - above her collarbone, a permanent replacement over the golden armour she used to wear…

Her steps faltered as she made her way to the fountain, meticulously walking whilst trying to avoid actually looking at the feature

Pisciculis nodded as he acknowledged her presence. No "your majesty" or words of greeting. The Zora customs were so different to that of Hylians…

"Our best searched the entire wreckage, and we found nothing of value." His voice was low, and rather unrefined. Almost as if he were bored.

Nothing like the smooth baritone of… she dislodged the thought; now was not the time to reminisce about her hero.

"Nothing was found?" She didn't even try to shroud her disappointment as she practically collapsed onto the fountain base.

The Zora shook his head in a quick flurry of movement. "We did indeed find items, but not your hero's corpse."

Zelda flinched at his brash words, trying not to let it show. "Have you brought them along with you?" her own tone was curt; there was no point of formalities when the Zora was clearly not extending them to her.

Clearly not all of the Zora's were not as polite as their king.

"Of course." Pisciculis replied, as though he was offended by the question. But still, he reached to grab a bag that she hadn't even noticed. "We discovered these." Out of the bag, he drew a long broadsword - one that she had no recollection of ever having seen, and a shield.

A blue and silver item. Emblazed with the Triforce and the legendary red loftwing. Not a scratch was visible upon it. It looked as new as the day it had been made, though she knew it had seen its fair share of battles…

Her Hero's shield.

Zelda reached out for it, her hands shaking with trepidation as she did so. Her fingers glided over the smooth surface delicately, as though she was worried it would break.

"King Ralis seemed to recognise this as belonging to your hero, and suggested that we give it to you."

"Please, send my regards to your King." Her voice broke as she clutched the shield in her hands, wondering how his shield had become detached from him but nought else…

"I shall. Now I must return to the domain." The Zora rose, awaiting her affirmation. Though the imperatives grated against her ears, she replied with as much politeness as she could muster.

"Of course. Thank you. For this, and your participation in the war. Hyrule would not have been victorious without your assistance," Zelda spoke, truth ringing in her words as she looked up, "and we will be indebted to your service should you seek our help at all."

Pisciculis' eyes widened. The first show of emotion he had given since arriving. "Ah, thank you, your majesty. Your words mean a lot to us." He bowed swiftly, giving her a smile before departing.

Leaving Zelda to bury her face in her hands and cry.


Zelda looked at the plate of food in front of her. Resisting the urge to sigh at the masses of food piled high. Had she not said that she was not hungry?

She languidly picked at the meat, pushing the vegetables to one side. Roasted cucco was one of her favourites, and yet today… It smelt vile.

After the day that she had, she thought she would have a large appetite but looking at it, she couldn't help but grimace at how simply unappetising it appeared…

Still, she disliked wasting food; especially when she knew how long it took to prepare and so, skewered a piece of the cucco.

Only to immediately spit it back out into her napkin.

Had they changed the recipe? She glanced around the table, watching every other person there tuck into the dinner happily.

Was it that she was ill?

Perhaps rather shaken at the course of today's events, but otherwise she felt fine…

Maybe it was her? She continued to taste the meat, almost gagging at how utterly repulsive it tasted.

And yet, the potatoes and other various vegetables tasted fine…

She cut up the cucco, inspecting it for any signs that it was undercooked or irregular, and finding nothing out of the ordinary.

Zelda frowned. But it tasted so… abhorrent. Perhaps it was just those pieces? She placed another section into her mouth, and even swallowing it.

Hmm… Now it tasted fi…

Her hands clasped over her mouth, pushing her chair back as she frantically ran outside. Realising that there was no bathroom anywhere close enough.

She ignored the strange looks of bewilderment as she scurried past them all, not daring open her mouth until she was at a safe distance.

Only upon feeling the rush of cool evening air did she stop. Throwing her stomach contents up in way that would have made her ashamed had anyone saw.

Zelda turned away from it, disgusted at herself. Trust her not to just stop when she knew something was wrong…

She could only hope that the rain continued through the night, hopefully washing away that

She slid off her gloves, her fingers touching her forehead. She did feel rather clammy…

Goddesses, she hoped she wasn't becoming ill… Maybe she had swallowed some of Lake Hylia's water? Though she couldn't recall having done so…

Sighing, she wiped her mouth with her glove, her stomach clenching at the sight.

Wanting to avoid the whispers of the maids, she wandered back along the corridors until finding the passage that ended in the corridor containing her chambers.

She was not returning to the dining room tonight…

Yet as she reached it, she froze.

"Well, there are a lot of hidden passages in the castle that only I am aware about…"

Her breath hitched painfully in her chest. So many broken promises…

Not for the first time, she cursed his name. Feeling the familiar sting of tears rise behind her eyes.

She wouldn't cry here. Not with maids strolling the corridors, eager for any type of gossip that they could expand into something ridiculous…

No, she would simply not pay attention to their childish antics. Let them believe what they may.

The whole of Hyrule already thought that they had been lovers… and for once, they had not been wrong… not that she would admit that anytime soon…

But she would still rather abstain from creating more scandalous rumours.

Sweet Nayru, what she would do for some privacy…

Dabbing her eyes, she built up what remains of courage she had and took the passage, struggling to hold the tears back…


Meh, odd place to end. I know. But what I'm planning to do next requires a new chapter, so I had to end it here even if it does seem short.

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