Waking of Monday, April 22, 2019 ~ 3
I killed it. I killed the Flyer that had been circling the Princess’ adjoining tower. And a Turret that had targeted me from behind when I ventured out onto the bridge.
The memory was right there. I took a couple of pictographs, as I’d been doing at the site of every memory, but.... I didn’t recall it yet.
Instead I went across the way into.... Princess Zelda’s Study.
That’s what this tower was, was it?
There was a Silent Princess growing in here, springing up through the tumbled floorboards. I decided I would leave it alone.
And there was another diary—Princess Zelda’s research notes.
There were mentions of Impa, Purah, and Robbie, the discovery of the Sheikah Slate, and restoring functionality to it, and what it could do.... The Princess seemed particularly impressed that it could record images. Without the trained hand of an artist.
The research notes also mentioned the unearthing of the Guardians.... She said records indicated the Guardians were stored in five giant columns beneath the castle—[those things?]—But she said no matter how she looked, she could not locate these columns, and guessed they must have been buried deep.
Those giant columns.... I had seen a Guardian perched on top of one of them.... How were they even deployed? It must have been nightmarish.... All I could envision were Guardians spilling out the tops of those pillars like so many spiders.... and Castle Town.... wouldn’t have had a prayer.
I’d thought the mighty Pillars had aided somehow in containing Calamity Ganon, but.... maybe they were solely in Ganon’s power after all. They did glow red.... Maybe their massive presence and dark possession was the reason the Malice was so thick here to begin with....
In Zelda’s research notes again were recountings of the Champions mastering their Divine Beasts. Mipha had taken to it the fastest, heh....
And there was a passage regarding.... the Shrine of Resurrection.
I drew in a sharp breath when I read that.
She detailed its function and what it could do, but....
She hoped its power would not be needed.
....
When the time is right in the day, I will recall the memory.
But I fear this place.... It’s the wee hours now, but.... I have seen, every midnight, the air thickens....
Is every night a Blood Moon Night here?
Nice, this bridge. That Zelda should have a lovely walkway between her bedroom and her study. The views must have been glorious once. Now.... there’s just so much Malice....
I wait for the day to turn. I like to be in.... similar conditions. To the pictographs.
I climb the spire above her study—find a Korok!
Had to get on the far side so a Guardian wouldn’t see me from below. A decayed one, down on the circuiting road.
Oh the day is all dusk all day in this Malicious bluster....
The time is right. The ten o’clock hour in the morning and the shadows line up. I go back down onto the bridge.
Memory....
Zelda and I walked on the battlement in the sunlight, I in my same Blue Tunic and she in that beautiful long dress—wait no was it even the same one? But she was beautiful anyway, and—a Guardian! crawled on the grass down below, surrounded by attendant Sheikah tribesmen, seemingly leading it along.
Zelda leaned over the battlements and looked down on it.... fondly. And.... ughuh, it sent a squirm through my gut.
She was pleased that we’d come to a point where we could actually control them. But....
“What are you doing out here, Zelda?”
The voice was a man’s I hadn’t heard before. Deep, and gruff.
We turned.
The clothes were rich and exquisite. Guards flanked the doorway behind him.
It was....
King Rhoam.
I sank to one knee and bowed my head and did not move again.
But Zelda could only face him.
He.... tore into her.
He had told her to forget bothering with these ancient machines while she had an as yet unfulfilled duty to her kingdom!
She knew that—she knew—
She brought up that she and I had only just been to the Spring of Courage, where she had poured out every ounce of her prayers to the Goddess—
“And yet you are back here, wasting your time!” the King held it in her face.
Zelda pressed that she was doing everything she could—there was nothing else she could do!
But the King was a hard man and he wouldn’t have it. “You must be single-minded in your training...” he went on again.
I did not move.
“Do you know what the rumormongers are calling you? They are saying that you are heir to a throne of nothing. Nothing but failure.” Some—such—words—
The sting!
I.... could only draw my breath.
So harsh.
But could I blame him?
And could I blame her?
“But it is woven into your destiny to prove them wrong,” the King continued, and I sighed in gratitude at his grace.
But the King was still a hard man.
“As King, I forbid you to have anything more to do with these ancient machines. Do you understand?”
I had no power here.
And neither did the Princess, in the face of her father the King.
She was trapped.
“Yes,” she could only answer, while the Guradian only swiveled between its handlers down on the lawn....
The sound coming out of the memory was different this time.
I have all the memories now.
I have to go back to Impa.
....
And I need more arrows.
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