The Symbol

The Spell

Zalia woke up, she finally understood everything. She knew how to get her unchained. It was all so simple! "Zelda, are you awake, I know how to get you unchained. ZELDA!"

What's your problem, Zalia. I was trying to sleep. So, Shut Your Mouth.

"You don't sleep and I know how to get you unchained, do you know where the items are that you used to get into me?"

Maybe, or maybe not, I might.

"Tell me you dolt!"

Fine, It's probably still in the house, but you moved. I'll direct you.

Zelda directed her out of the prison, and out of the castle. She directed her almost undetected, but they kind of blew up everything on their way out.

Zalia blew up everyone of their soldiers, and zoomed away before they could send more. They flew through the city, and out into the farmland.

There were some shepherds tending their sheep and farmers herding the cows. The farmers and shepherds kept careful watch on their animals, but the sheep looked up and bleeded, and cows mooed angrily at Zalia, flying through the sky. The farmers seemed not to notice, but the shepherds did. They pounded their fists into the air, not even realizing that their sheep were scattering.

They soon got to the wreckage, or what you could call a wreckage. The ground was growing back, and little weeds were poking their way out of the earth. Then, as they passed the broken down town, they hit a small country cabin, still in tacked, but old.

Zalia rang the doorbell, she didn't hear anything but the sound of footsteps closing in on the door. The door slowly opened, and who was there but her mom! "Mom, what happened to dad? Why are you crying?" Zalia questioned.

"Oh, it's nothing, exet. I thought you were dead. They killed your father, when they didn't find you in the prison. He resisted and said that you would destroy everything they put up. Anyway, it's time you know the truth. I'm not your true mom, neither is you dad." She started, but Zalia cut her off. "Mom, I know. Zelda told me, in a dream. I understand, but thank you for taking me in, do you still have the items that Zelda used?"

" Oh, no, I threw them out, they reminded me of your father. But the garbage cart hasn't come yet, they may still be there." With that she raced out the door, faster than the eye could blink, to the trash basket and started digging through it until she found the map, calendar, eggs, the jar of water,and the cottontails from the bunnies.

When she was back in the house she laid the things in a circle around her within one foot in between everything then she jumped in, but when she got out, their was two people there.

"Oh, hi Zelda." It was just like her dream, same dark hair, same piercing eyes, same everything that she saw and thought. "It didn't work, now I have to get back inside, to finish my work." She yelled and Zalia. "I thought I taught you better." "Well, you didn't teach me anything, now that I think about it." Zalia shot back.

They kept on fighting for about two hours when the mom said, "Stop acting like children. Zelda, your free, aren't you? Zalia, go off to the side, inside the circle. Now Zelda, go on. It will work out. So S-H-U-T U-P!" The mother rebuked, the parents rebuke their children.

They did exactly like they were told. And it worked perfectly. Zalia was the only one left, and Zelda was free within her, not chained within her like before. She felt the full power of the owl, not just the little sliver before. "Now it's time to bust those germeeks and those german scum, let's go!"

They flew off, as a perfect team, well, almost perfect, they still do fight, once in awhile. Fine, always.