The Fate Of Hyrule

Chapter Two

Shylo nodded, "Of course," He immediately got on his knee, kneeling respectfully before her and bowing his head, "You requested I be here, so here I am... Your Majesty." He kept his head lowered.

Zelda smiled softly, her hands clasped before her lap, "You may rise, formality isn't very important right now." As Shylo rose to stand proudly before her, she continued, "I want to discuss something with you. I'm sure you can guess what it is, Sir Nobella..." She took a deep breath as her eyes avoided him for a moment, expecting shame, but soon she met his gaze again, swallowing her guilt and awaiting his response.

He let out a relieving breath before nodding to her, "I support you, Your Majesty. I want to know exactly what you have planned." He assured her. It made things easy that they had the same goals in mind. "And please, just call me Shylo. I don't mind."

Her lips parted briefly before they curled into a soft smile. How lovely it was to hear that! But alas, her excitement and tears must be contained. She bowed her head to him, "Thank you so very much, Shylo. I appreciate your help. Now," She turned and approached the window to view the courtyard and her land in the distance, "My idea is to get the Master Sword. That weapon is key in defeating Ganondorf, as it is the Blade of Evil's Bane. Its power will rival his own. Problem is, obtaining it. Neither of us are the Hero of Time, nor are we fit enough to wield it." She turned away from the window and began making her way to her desk on the other side of her bed. "That is where the representatives of the Golden Goddesses come in."

Shylo followed her, quite intrigued, watching as she pulled out a rolled up map, laying it out over the desk's surface. It was a map of Hyrule. It looked like she had already marked out various places of interest.

"Here," She hovered over the map and pointed to the Spirit Temple in the far reaches of the desert, "And here." She pointed to the top of Death Mountain, which was now frozen in a deep tundra. "These two places are where the representatives are. They are Great Fairies, the most ancient of all. They protect sacred power and knowledge. There is a third but... I have been unable to locate her, so hopefully the other fairies will know where to point us in order to find her. The Master Sword," She pointed to the Temple of Time, "It used to be here, but immediately following Link's death, us seven sages moved the Master Sword, as well as the Temple of Time, to a secret location to protect the Sacred Realm from harm." She paused, debating if she would tell him, but decided to honor her promise for now. She looked to Shylo, "I would tell you now but, currently, it's a secret to everybody."

He wouldn't tell anyone either, but respected her decision, nodding. He processed everything in silence.

Zelda stood straighter again and rolled the map up, tucking it away in a drawer, "My plan is to visit the ancient Great Fairies in hopes they will aid us. I don't think they're actually fairies, but that's what the legends call them... Anyways, it is said they possess the blessings necessary to wield the Master Sword for those who do not already have those qualities and they want to use it. The trials, however, are very difficult. I am hoping they will deem us worthy..." Her mind drifted to the floor as she clutched her chest with worry, "But if not... Then I guess I'd understand. It simply wouldn't be meant to happen..."

Shylo shook his head, "It must happen."

Zelda raised her head and met his eyes.

"It will happen. I will be sure of it Your Majesty." He intended to keep that promise.

A soft smile returned to her face, truly happy someone was finally ready to fight alongside her again. "Thank you..." She wanted to cry, but resisted. She took a deep breath, looking down to gather herself as she relaxed her arms. "Well, I hate to trouble you..." She looked to him again, "Is there anything you need from me? Any questions you have? I have tea if you desire. No one should be visiting for a while, so we should be safe. We can discuss things over warm drinks." She began to pour cups of tea anyways, despite him not answering yet. She sat at her little coffee table, awaiting him.