#323 – All Souls Day –Untitled – oskalaboska – Legend of Zelda

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Title: Untitled
Author: oskalaboska
Fandom: Legend of Zelda
Characters: Link, Zelda
Prompt: All Souls Day
Warnings: Unbeta’d
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me.  The story in itself is mine.

He stepped out of the church and shivered as his skin met the winter air.  Pulling his cloak tightly around himself, he glanced up at the sky.   The stars in the sky seemed almost etherel in the dense smoky atmosphere of the dell and the large pale yellow moon that seemed to dominate the sky in a made the shadows  seemed almost nil.    

He turned his gaze to that off his surroundings and shuddered as he started walking.  Even with the brightness of the moon, its rays couldn’t soften the aura of gloom and death that enshorded the cementary.  Neat, straight rows of tombstones  made the scene seem like a morbid garden. He noticed that some of them were well care for, containing flowers or a bit of food.  Probably recently deceased, he mused, figuring the those few still had loved ones willing to visit.  A few weren’t so well taken care off.  He saw a bit of dead flowers on one and another covered with weeds.   One tombstone was broken in half, covered in clumps of dirt and grass.  Even from his distance he could recognize the sign of looters and started to job quickly in case the culprits were still nearby.

He had just reached the older part of the cementary, ev ident by the increased amount of neglect graves, when he heard it.   He stopped, standing still so that he could listen.  For a bit, only the night sounds of the crickets and winter wind filled his ears and then he heard it again.  A small voice, almost singing in words he’d never heard before. 

He ran towards the sound in a flash, uncaring about the amount of noise he made as he hurried.   When he got there, a figure in a dark cloak similar to his was kneeling beside a large gnarled willow tree. 

He sighed loudly in relief, then raised his hands to his hips. “Do you know how dangerous it is to be here?”

The figure turned towards him and raised her hood to glare at him. “Its not like no one knew where I was. “  she said tartly, “Everyone knew I would be here.”

He scoffed loudly and lowers himself until he is crouched beside her. “Yeah, but a princess walking alone at night is not good.”  He leans forward, his face just inches away from hers, “Especially when your guards and ladies in waiting have all said it’s a bad idea given the large amount of foreign diginatiries at the castle.”

She glared at him for a few moments before turning away quickly and said softly, “I know.”

He stared back at her in silence.  He really didn’t understand why it was so important for her to be here today, especially given that her coronation was scheduled for the following day.  She had been acting sad all day, bringing the atmosphere of the whole castle down with her attitude.  The rumor mill was already speculating that she was getting cold feet.

“Are you ever going to tell me what this is about?” He asked.

 She turned her gaze to him, “They believe,” she began, nodding her head towards the nearby rock.  He glanced at it in the corner of his eyes then stiffened once he recognized it.  It wasn’t a normal stone as he had guessed it was.  The large eye and tear told him exactly who she was speaking of.

“That they won’t reach the rest of their tribe without a bit of a push,” she finished.  She turned back to the tree, “A prayer you might say.” She glanced down at her hands balled in her lap.  “Since Impa is gone, I’m really the only one left to pray for him.”

He looked down at his own lap.  “No.  You’re not.” And pressed his hands together .  “Show me what to say.”

She looked back at him, smiled quickly and repeated the motion. “Repeat what I say,” and began the lyrical prayer again.