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There should have been an argument, a struggle – anything. They had all braced for it, and now there was only a void. For a second all five of them stood paralyzed. The Captain and the guards rushed in, throwing open the doors to the side rooms. The shackles fell to the floor with a hard clang. “He’s gone!” The Captain’s voice was a hoarse, terrified snarl as he dug his hands into his hair, all his training failing him – the training that had drilled him for a life of war, a short life, one that had finally, finally been promised peace… and now there was only terror of that hope crumbling, doubled

“The roads are in such a bad shape that it’s impossible to transport the stone that far until winter. Then we can take it by sleighs, but right now it can’t be done.” “But if you pave the roads starting from Ruto, can you really provide enough stone by winter? We need all we can get to repair Rauru.” “You’ll have to use wood in the meantime anyway, no?” “Nobody wants to rebuild with wood, our homes have burned down enough times already. But you wouldn’t know that, would y—” “Gentlemen,” the Queen said. She did not even raise her voice, but the r

The sinking sun painted a glorious tapestry of yellow and purple, filling the west sky with warm colors. Such was the heavens. Down on the ground the evening chill had not yet settled in, but there was a little bite in the wind. Zelda left the castle by a small door to the south while wrapping her cloak tighter around her shoulders and looked around. The door led to the castle gardens, and they were an utter mess. Or a work in progress, if one felt generous. Fields had been dug up and thin walkways were in the process of being broadened. The many fruit trees and berry bushes were untouched, along with some fields around them. All of those

The Queen’s chambers were well furnished, as suited a lady of her status. But there were also many things that did not befit a noblewoman. A suit of armor – a combination of leather and chainmail – hung on a scaffold along with a helmet, both the pieces bearing the familiar Hyrule crest, just like the dress and jewelry the Queen wore now. It lacked any other outstanding features, though, obviously made to let her go to war without standing out and making herself an easy target. A sheathed sword and bow with a quiver hung on the wall beside the armor. Also hanging on the wall were two maps, one woven and resembling the one i

The world was a groggy mess. She blinked, eyes dry and hard to focus. The only thing she could see was a beautiful light, shining down on her in a blur. Drawing in air, she smelled dust and a sharp sting of sweat. Disoriented… the smell was like an old, closed off room but then what was that light…? “Your Highness?” It was an old woman’s voice, uncertain and reverent. “Princess?” That was a young man, tired, relieved. The three words dug into her mind like icy daggers, piercing the grogginess. Nobody should know that about her! Startled, she pushed herself up. Fire raced down her arms and she