You the Thunder, And I the Lightning

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You Are the Thunder,

And I Am the Lightning.

By: Cutegirlmayra (I know right? Cool, title bro. Anyway, I've been so LAZY lately that I've seemed dead and gone. But I want all of you to know that each time I read a comment, or see that someone's viewed my work, it makes me so unconditionally happy. I want to try and finish this chapter and hopefully show you all that I'm trying to improve my writing so I can give you the experience you deserve. It's mostly a thank you, today. A thank you for sticking with me ;J other than that, the final chapter's next. So enjoy this one before that :) )

"And he just... left! Like that, Cappa! It was horrible!" Zelda fell on her long extended chair that also served as a couch at times. "I mean.. I bought him a horse! How else does he expect me to show how much I-"

"Young princess, now, settle down. Haha!" Cappa, who was at his desk, apparently attempting to teach the girl something, waved his arms down to try and calm her. Getting up, he walked over to the small library section of the small office room. "I know your fond of the boy, but he was kinda spooked by your father's presence. Not to mention, even through his bravery at speaking before the king, he is a knight in-training. If he wishes to become a full fledged knight, then he must obey the king's every command. And you know your father's only doing this because he loves you. I know it's strict... but he is just.. Misguided is all." Cappa was rummaging through the shelves, searching for something apparently.

"I know, Cappa... I know.." Zelda solemnly, lifted her head. "It's just.. Ever since mom died he's tried to take on the kingdom and raising me on his own... and for that I've tried to be a good girl, honest I have! But some of his rules are just... well, there plain cruel. Why am I to not have a friend, Cappa? Mother and Father were friends before... weren't they?" she looked to Cappa, whose cheery face grew sad with pity.

"Y..yes.. But that may be why he's worried as well.." Cappa muttered. "Ah-ha! Here it is! The Legend.. Of... ehem.. Zelda." he got the book, and smiled when he mentioned Zelda's name.

"Of me?" Zelda grew enchanted, dashing over to her favorite scholar. "What is it about?"

"Well, your great ancestors of course." Cappa cheerfully led her over to her work study area, where she sat down obediently as he placed the book on a pedestal for her. "This.. Is why your father fears for you, and keeps you locked up so tightly in his household. Look, look, look! But dare me say,..." he spoke excitedly, before the end where his voice grew grave. "Don't tell your father I let you read this book." Zelda looked to him fearfully, before he smiled and she giggled.

"I won't. How could I ever betray you, Cappa?" Zelda hugged him and kissed his cheek, then began to read through the book's first page of contents.

"Haha, well, I know you, Zelda. Your loyal, kind, and extremely easy to teach. And at times, you puzzle, and might I say scare, the other scholars with your infinite wisdom that is, to say the least, quite unexpected for a girl your age." Cappa praised, but Zelda just looked up and smiled sweetly to him, and then continued to indulge herself in reading. "Yes... well.. I do hope that-" Cappa began to walk to the window, holding his robe's long scarf around his big waist as he walked bristly over. "That showing you your father's grief and worry... will somehow save him in the end. I fear that great evil may return, as the prophesy so suggest... but maybe.. This boy could be a ray of light in your life. A spark of some kind... to lead you away from that destiny. And who knows-" he looked out the window, smiling at seeing Link battling in the training ring. "Maybe your not the new Zelda of legend... maybe your just Zelda... and maybe, just maybe-" he held up his pointer finger, waving it in Link's direction and turning to wave it towards Zelda's, "He's not the hero of old reborn.... Zelda? Are you listening to me?"

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