The night passes in a haze of restless dreams. I awake at dawn conscious of only one thing: I must make up for the mishap with the king. Dressing quickly, I ignore the sleeping bodies in the bunk beds around me. They are shadows, turned gray in the budding dawn light. The ‘barracks,’ someone called them, are quite the luxurious hole in the wall. A large window in the back of the room looks out into the courtyard. Someone’s out there. No, two people: One tall and muscular and the other smaller, of child stature.
Impa and Zelda.
My chest tightens.
I have to do it. It’s not my strong point, but I have to do it.
If I can utilize the Princess’ trust in me, I may be able to get more information on the kingdom. Information Ganondorf can use. In the very least it will avert their eyes from me. I can’t look like a traitor. But then, why would I? I’m only ten… Why should I have to be afraid of my own people? It doesn’t matter if you should or