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Chapter 13

Schedules and tasks




Lorule Castle had become a much more forgiving place after the restoration of the Triforce. The twisted corridors and lava had disappeared, leading the structure to be a surprisingly comfortable place. Ravio made his way up the stairs to the princess' room, and the walls were once again the white they had been, and the purple rug that ran along the ground was a more vibrant color. Yes, all the damage and wear the land had suffered remained, but any of the curses or unnatural things of the land had vanished. The crevices in the land had filled, and bridges were already being built over them, and water had begun to rise up into them.

Thinking of the way the kingdom had turned for the better made the merchant smile softly, and he knocked gently on the door.

"Who is it?" the princess called out.

"It's me, Your Highness." At her beckon, he felt his spirits lift slightly, and holding the glass he had saved for her close, he stepped in. The room that at one time had been so disheveled and broken was now put back together. The plates that had broken from the cabinet were replaced, and the cracked mirror had been taken out. And at the same time, the princess was fixing herself as well.

She turned to him from her desk and smiled warmly. "Ravio," she called gently. "What brought you here?"

He walked over and sat the glass of milk on her desk, returning the small smile. "Since you weren't able to join us, I brought you a glass so you can partake in the festivities, Your Grace."

"Oh my... You needn't not worry about such a thing." But despite her words, she took it in her hands and smiled a little more. "But... Thank you for thinking of me."

"It's the least I could do, Princess," Ravio said with a laugh, and pulled up a chair to sit beside her.

Hilda looked down to the cup as she felt her cheeks blush. "Well, if you wish, I don't mind your company, but you don't need to feel obligated to stay. You have every right to go back down to celebrate with them." She glanced to him as she raised the cup to her lips.

"All is fine, Your Highness," he said with an almost somber smile. "I wasn't participating much myself anyways."

"Are they still causing problems for you?" She looked at him with a frown. "If so, I'll always do my best to put an end to it."

"Ahh don't... don't worry about it, Princess," he laughed again. "I think they're all a little too thick in the head to see much worth from me." He shrugged, rubbing his hands together. "All they see me as is a coward who fled. Nothing more."

"Then we'll just have to fix that, no?" At the questioning glance from the other, she continued. "I've heard that there still have been sightings of the monsters that should have disappeared with Yuga and the restoration of the Triforce. Perhaps you... would be able to take up a blade against them?"

He stared at her for a moment as he went over her words in his head. Then he nodded with a small smile. "Possibly, yes. But before I do, I... need to get plenty of equi-"

"I will have the blacksmith forge a new sword for you if you wish for that," Hilda interjected. "And there are shields as well for your protection in the castle's cellar."

"O-oh... o-okay." He nodded again, surprised by her enthusiasm. "Even if the situation may be trying, Your Highness, I... don't think I'm fit for the position at the current moment. I think that I'll train on my own until I feel I'm strong enough for the job."

"I see... Yes, that would be best." She nodded to herself, then looked to him. "It wouldn't be intrusive if I were to ask how you're taking the separation, would it?"

Ravio visibly cringed at the mention, and bowed his head. "I... still think of it daily. But it's slowly becoming easier, Your Highness." He let out a little sigh as he looked to his lap.

She let out a soft sigh of her own as she watched him, then held a hand out. "Ravio." He looked up at the mention of his name, then slipped from his seat to bow, his hand in hers. "I bid you the best of luck in whichever route you take. And don't forget, you are always welcome to stay here longer if you need to."

"Thank you, Princess." He smiled to her, then gently pressed a kiss to her hand. "But it's due time that I visit my house after all that's happened."

She nodded slowly, an unidentifiable look behind her eyes. "Then you do what you need to, Ravio."

He managed a smile up to her as he pulled away. "Thank you, Your Highness." He bowed to her again, then started off towards the doors, his smile fading into a glum pout, knowing the rush of memories would flood his mind as soon as he stepped foot into his house.

Hilda watched him leave, a gentle breath escaping from between her lips. She couldn't tell anymore what was wrong with him. He had been a simple friend, easy to talk to and easy to understand... But she could see the mixture of emotions behind his eyes. Her gaze dropped down to the cup he had brought her, and she let the tips of her fingers rest against the edge of it. He still had the best of intentions...




A shrill ring of a bell cut through the air in Hyrule. After a moment passed, the indigo haired girl drifted down to the boy on the broom with a pout. "Hey Greenie, you know you can't call me this early!"

Link looked up at her with a little grin, stretching as he was on the pathway outside of his house. "I was wondering if I could ask you a question, Irene."

"Oh alright." She huffed a little, playing up the rough demeanor, but hid a smirk as she looked away. They'd been like this for the past few weeks, meeting each other randomly and having a conversation before one of them was called off for something. Yet they hadn't been able to do so for long, as their schedules clashed. "Make it quick," she muttered, the playful edge to her voice making the other laugh.

"I thought I'd ask you if you wanted to ask your Gram for a similar break as me," Link told her, still stretching out. "Since I'm still working for the blacksmith, I'm not doing much running about anymore... So maybe you could go for a ride on your broom with me while I jog?"

"Tsk, tsk..." The witch's apprentice shook her head softly.

"What?"

"This isn't a date offer, is it?" She looked to him and grinned, expecting a blush... but her smile fell at the look she got.

Link looked to her with a sigh as his ears drooped slightly, his shoulders sagging. "You know I'd never ask that of you, Irene."

She shifted uncomfortably on the broom, cringing as she realized how she likely made him feel. "Yeah, yeah... I know. Sorry." She frowned at him, then closed her eyes as she turned her nose up indignantly. "But perhaps I can take you up on this offer of yours, Greenie."

"You will?" His expression brightened slightly as he grinned, though the sadness was still there. At her nod, he rocked on his heels a little. "Then since it's break right now for me, let's go up to your place and see if we can't work out a schedule?"

"Mmm...Alright." She peeked down at him, then at the inquisitive look she giggled. "Race ya there!" Without giving him a moment to prepare, she did a 180 on her broom and sped off without him, only to slow at the complaint. Soon, they were side by side and making idle chitchat, much as they had been during his quest. She glanced to him, and her thoughts went to the shop keeper whose presence they had enjoyed so much. Link never spoke of him anymore, and she felt that for that day, that was going to change.

"So..." she murmured, looking ahead again. "You haven't been wearing your scarf lately, at least that I've seen."

"Heh yeah," Link laughed softly, though the pain was obviously still there. "It's... probably going to sound sad, but... it still smells like him. So I put it somewhere safe."

"You mean in your bed so you can drool on it while you sleep?" She grinned over to him.

"Pfft what?" He glanced up to her with a chuckle. "No, I put it away in a box, is what I meant."

"I know you did," she called out slyly from her perch in the air. "I was just teasing ya... if anything, if I had a special person and they gave me something like that, it'd be in my bed."

"Would it now?" he asked, and slowed to a walk as they turned the corner, the witch's hut clearly visible ahead of them. At the soft sound of confirmation, he grinned, albeit sadly. He'd done it before with the scarf, but decided to keep it safe from fraying or anything of the sort, and stuffed it into a box.

"On second thought," Irene piped up, hopping off her broom as she snagged the other's attention. "Why don't you stay out here while I ask?"

He frowned at her, feeling his shoulders sag. "Why for?"

"Girl reasons," she said smugly, sticking her tongue out at him. With the obviously repulsed expression she got in return, she giggled and bounced up the stairs to the small house. "Graaaaams!" she called, startling the old witch. She made her way over to her.

"Irene, how many times must I tell you?" the woman chided softly, putting a wrinkled hand on her hip. She stood to the side of a cauldron, holding a long wooden spoon. Her large nose stuck out from under her wide brim hat, similar to her grand daughter's. "The more you do that, the more fragile my poor heart becomes."

"I'm sorry," the girl responded, though it was playful as the conversation had become nothing more than routine. "I actually have a couple questions, Grams."

The witch began to stir the pot again, the bubbling mixture of a new potion being kept from burning. "What would that be, child?" She grinned to her, her voice cracking slightly.

"First off..." Irene leaned back on her heels, her hands on her hips, the broom in the crook of her elbow. "Is it alright if we shift my breaks to this early in the morning? Link 'n I think we're gonna do a little jogging or riding thing around Hyrule to keep in touch."

There was a moment as the spoon stirred the mixture a little faster, then the older woman sighed. "I don't see why not. You do need to have friends in this world."

"Great!" came Irene's shout. "Now... I have just one more little question." She looked to her, cringing as she realized she made the other jump slightly again. Her expression leveled out, becoming more serious. "Is there... a potion to mend a broken heart?"

Her words got the old witch to cackle, and she cringed. "My dearest Irene," the woman chuckled. "What's gotten into you? A witch of your caliber should know that potions have no effect on a person's mentality. Purely for the physical body, they be." She stirred the concoction in the pot faster as she spoke.

"Mmm I knew that," Irene replied defiantly. "I was just hopeful. But thanks for your help, Grams!" She grinned and stepped forward to press a kiss to the older witch's cheek, then giggled as she ran back out. She glanced around to find the other had already started on his way, and she slipped onto her broom to chase after him. "Greenie! Link! Good news!"

The blond slowed his pace as he looked up to her, forcing a grin on his face. "Oh?" Unbeknownst to the others, he'd heard their conversation; The walls of the house weren't that soundproof. He was glad that she thought of him to help, but the idea of a broken heart... that wasn't him, right?

Not catching onto the other's turmoil, the young witch grinned and playfully tossed her hair. "Grams agreed to move my usual break to now, so now you can jog all you want... And I can tag along."

"Ah that's good," Link responded, though it was perhaps slightly too quickly. Whatever it had been, it earned a giggle from his friend as he continued his jog. But despite the joy in having similar schedules to enjoy together, it was over much too quickly, and the two returned to their places of work. Link opened the door to the blacksmith's house, and went straight to the side for a drink. He was out of breath, and his bangs were damp with sweat from the exertion with his jog. Despite the Blacksmith's voice being directed to him, he didn't quite hear it. His thoughts were preoccupied with what he'd overheard from the two in the hut...

It wasn't that obvious he was still upset, was it?

"Link!" The blacksmith shouted, finally grabbing his attention. He spun around to look at them, cringing as he had been lost in his thoughts. The man sported black hair and a matching black beard, and his dark eyes nearly glowered at the teen over his large nose. "For the love of the goddesses..." he grumbled, huffing as he crossed his arms. "You'd think that after going through all that you did, you'd be a bit more responsible."

"I-I'm sorry, sir," Link stuttered, bowing as he wiped his forehead.

"Come now, Grif," the man's wife said softly. "The boy's been through a lot." She cast him a sympathetic smile, yet both of them cringed as her husband started again.

"He can't just sit around and wait for the Princess to choose him for a spot as a soldier, Gwen!" Link felt himself sink back with a little sigh as the man complained in front of him. 

"Actually..." he spoke up, deciding to defend himself. The two glanced over at him. "I was planning on going over to visit her highness after work today."

"Good luck with that," the blacksmith, Griff, grumbled as he stalked away to check on the progress of the other projects.

His wife on the other hand was more supportive. Gwen walked over and fixed his hair for him, pushing it out of his face. "That sounds like a wonderful idea, dear." She smiled to him, something motherly about her tone and posture. "And you were also able to get your friend's schedule the same as yours?" He nodded... only to be pulled into a tight embrace by the larger woman. Despite not being related, Gwen and her son Gulley both shared a strong resemblance to him, as their hair and eye colors were the same. "That's wonderful!" she exclaimed. At the complaints from her husband getting louder, she merely giggled and patted the boy on the back. Resemblance or no, she'd always been the mother figure he needed in his life.

"Thank you," he told her softly, and the two shared a gentle smile. Yet as the blacksmith called to him again, giving his orders for the day... Gwen gave Link a gentle, reassuring pat on the back.

"Just keep thinking of what you can do afterwards," she told him with a soft wink, then went back to what she had been doing before.

He nodded softly, his mind going to places that he hadn't mentioned... But before they could travel there again, the walked over to accept his tasks for the day with a solemn smile.
Sooo... this is slightly late XD; Sorry for making you guys hang on the edge of your seats for so long... and this one probably isn't enough to make up for it. But hey, you know what? The next chapter picks up finally |D Hopefully I'll have these out a bit more often, especially since now I have a laptop I can use to work on them!

I just feel the need to mention that if you want, you can keep up to date with me and possibly random stuff on my Tumblr!
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*cries* will they ever get back together?