Second Hand of the Chosen Hero

Chapter Five

Tya had most definitely walked in on something she wasn't supposed to see. There was no arguing that fact. But after the day she had had, she couldn't help soaking up the little bit of positivity she could find, and that positivity was solely coming from the fact that this was amazing. Ancient, important, filled with magic. With the way it opened, she could easily guess that this place hadn't been touched since Skyloft became Skyloft. Her stomach fluttered at the thought of the things that could have happened here. The history written on these walls, the stories that could have begun or ended in this very place.

She wanted to look at everything. Especially the sword and especially the altar that stood behind it with an idol of Hylia's crest. The etchings on the floor, bordered in gold, the art embossed into the pillars she stood against, the aging paint on the walls- there were... Goddess she was too short and it was dark... Were there even carvings and designs on the domed ceiling overhead...?

It had always been true that Tya was too curious for her own good. She'd explored the depths of Skyloft, the islands, the caves. The only thing she hadn't dared to delve into was the waters. She could swim, but she wasn't fond of the activity. She hated the cold water and the chill that would cling to her after she would get out.

She would plan these things early in the mornings just to avoid being seen or spoken to if her destination was on the mainland, but she would often pack picnics for herself and Corrdrin if she was going to fly. He was very fond of sweets, as was she, so Tya would often explore with the Loftwing close behind awaiting the snacks she'd packed him.

There were a few odd little things around Skyloft, but none compared to this. To what Link was privy to, and what she was encroaching on. She had thought she was going to get off Scot-free and perhaps even be able to come back later to examine all the things she wanted to examine.

Then she remembered why she was there. Her dreamstate was ripped away, forcing her back into a reality with the simple stating of Zelda's name. The sinking in her stomach was immediate, but as she tuned into the conversation she wasn't meant to hear, her breathing hitched in her throat.

"The one you want to find," the spirit had said. "Zelda."

Tya's gaze flickered to the pair, anxiety frozen in sickening seriousness, all of which was put at ease by the almost unbelievable statement that followed.

"She is still alive."

It was said so simply. She had no idea how the ghost could know such a thing, nor did she know if it was true at all, but either way Tya clasped both hands over her mouth just in time to keep back the instinctive "where?!" that almost fell out. Link wasn't so quick to catch himself, though given that this was all for him, he didn't really need to.

The spirit, instead of answering the question, swayed gently to the side, flowing ruffles extending out like an arm may, to indicate the sword that glowed its soft blue in her presence. "Take up this blade and raise it skyward in the name of my master," she said. "The fate that awaits you is one intertwined with the Spirit Maiden. Through this, you will find her."

Again, didn't answer the question, but Tya was glad to see Link lunge for it as she very well may have should he refuse. Not... that it would have done her much good, but if a sword was all that was needed, she would figure it out.

Link halted at the pedestal, hands on the hilt of the blade, and she could see his form freeze like he was holding his breath in anticipation. There was no struggle in withdrawing it though, and upon dragging it from its place, he did as he had been directed.

Light gathered at the blade's sharp tip. The glimmer of magic engulfed the blade, and the silver shined under it. On pure instinct, Link flicked the sword downward, and the light radiated out in a sharp beam.