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“Ok, so let me see if I got this right. Your kingdom was covered in Twilight, and you had to turn back and forth from a wolf to get rid of the Twilight. Then you had to defeat Ganondorf, who is pure evil and has already died before but was reborn?” Peter asked me. We were sitting on the couch in his sitting room telling each other about our past experiences.
“Yup,” I said simply. “And you fell into a random world, were given an army when you had no previous experience in leading. Then you had to defeat The White Witch, who you are saying is pretty much the embodiment of the Devil?” I asked.
“Yup,” he said copying me. We were silent for a second then both burst out in laughter.
“Something funny?” a voice asked from the doorway. I turned to find a boy with almost black hair, he was slightly shorter and younger then myself. I figured that this must be Peter’s brother, the other king.
“Ah Ed,” Peter said still chuckling. “This is Link; he’s from somewhere called Hyrule. Link this is my brother King Edmund.” I stood up to shake his hand.
“It’s nice to meet you King Edmund,” I said sounding oddly formal, the look in his eyes reminded me of someone. He took my hand and shook it firmly.
“You can just call me Edmund. Or Ed if you’d like,” he said with a shrug.
“Hey have you seen Lucy?” Peter asked Edmund.
“Last I saw she was going to the stables,” He said.
“Of course, I should have known to look there. Come on Link,” Peter said and stood up to head out the door. As we made our way through the castle we continued to talk about our past. By the time we made it out doors we had gotten into a debate about whose foe was greater.
“I don’t think you understand,” Peter said. “She was The White Witch! She made a winter over Narnia that lasted a hundred years.”
“Ganondorf covered the land in Twilight! He turned all of my people into spirits. He trapped them so all they would know is fear but not what caused it,” I countered. He stopped and held his hands in front of him in a sign of surrender.
“Ok, Ok,” he said. “I think we both know how we can settle this once and for all.” I had an idea of what he was talking about but I let him continue. “We will have a duel.”
“So you want us to fight to see who had the worst enemy?” I asked.
“Well seeing as our enemy isn’t here I think it’s a fair test,” he said as he started walking again, we were just outside the stables.
“Alright you’re on,” I said feeling a little excited at the prospect of a good fight. He stopped just out side of the doors and smiled at me.
“We’ll do it right after you meet Lucy, in the entrance hall, I think it will be big enough,” he said as he opened the door and walked through.
“Wow do you have enough horses?” I asked. He was about to comment when there was a commotion from the other end of the stables. We both looked and saw two half men half goat looking things trying to calm down a rather wild horse. There was also a little girl standing nearby offering words of comfort to the horse. As I looked the horse over I saw its white mane and its reddish brown coat.
“Link where are you going?” Peter asked but I had already sprinted halfway to the horse.
“Nothing you can do will calm her, stand back,” I shouted at the half goat men. They retreated quickly and the girl with them, I slowed down a bit just so I wouldn’t startle her. The horse caught a look at me and stopped trying to kick things immediately. She shook her head and gave a snort that sounded like a sigh and walked calmly over to me. I rubbed her soft nose then threw my arms around her neck.
“I’m guessing you know this horse?” Peter asked from right behind me.
“This is Epona, I wouldn’t have believed it but that’s my saddle,” I explained. “How did she get here?”
“Well she was running around by the castle, she had a saddle so we decided to put her up until her owner found her,” the girl explained.
“Thank you, but I meant how did she get to this world. I was on foot when I came through, though she was nearby,” I said.
“Aslan must have thought you would need her,” she said.
“Or your Goddesses,” Peter said quickly.
“Goddesses?” she asked as I turned around. Peter made a motion to tell her to drop it.
“So you must be Lucy?” I asked walking over to shake her hand.
“Ah yes, Lucy this is Link. Link this is Queen Lucy,” Peter said.
“And is this the last one, or is there another king hiding somewhere?” I asked and Peter laughed. It felt really nice to have someone around with my sense of humor.
“No she’s the last one, which means…” he trailed off giving me an evil grin.
“Oh lets do this,” I said returning the evil grin. After I put Epona in a stable and took off her saddle I introduced her to Lucy. It was clear that Epona really liked Lucy and that Lucy returned the feelings. I left them so Lucy could brush her and headed back up to the castle where Peter was already waiting for me. He went to go put on chain mail like I have so there would be less chance of an injury.
“What took you so long?” He asked as soon as I got in the entrance hall.
“I had to make sure my horse didn’t kill your sister,” I said and I saw his eyes widen a bit. “Don’t worry Epona’s fine once she is properly introduced to someone by me. I think she just needs to see that I trust the person before she does.”
“Wow smart horse you got there,” he said and smiled as if there was some inside joke I didn’t know. “Anyway, you ready?”
“I’m always ready,” I smiled and took my sword and shield from my back.
“I’m curious, is it better to have your sword on your back?” he asked as he drew his sword and got his shield from his back.
“It just keeps the scabbard out of my way,” I explained, while he looked thoughtful. He shrugged and pointed his sword at me.
“Ready? Go!” He shouted and lunged forward. I did a back flip to jump out of his way. “Nice,” He complemented. We each had a permanent grin on our face as we fought. We traded blows for a time both using our shields heavily, until he surprised me by hitting the side of my shield with his so my arm flew to the side. He followed that immediately with his sword, I took a hasty step back but I could hear the Sword tearing through the fabric of my tunic. I shivered slightly as I heard, and felt, the metal on metal of his sword against my chain mail.
“Good one,” I muttered. I decided it was time to stop going easy on him. I rushed at him with a flurry of carefully aimed blows; all he could do was block. He began to stumble backwards in an attempt to regain the upper hand. I grabbed my sword with my shield hand and jumped at him, my blow landed so forcefully on his shield that he fell backwards and skidded away from me. I grabbed my chance and jumped up into the air and landed on top of him, my left knee down on one side of him and my right foot down on the other. My sword was aimed directly over his heart; I had stopped it just right so you could barely slip a hair between my sword and his chest. He looked down at the tip of my sword and let out a whistle.
“Nicely done,” he said. “What do you call that move?”
“It’s the ‘Ending Blow.’ It’s the move that killed Ganondorf,” I explained. Now that I wasn’t in fighting mode I registered our position on the floor, with me straddling him. I scrambled up and offered my hand to help him up. As he took it and got up he looked at me and shook his head.
“I knew I was done for when you did that back flip,” he said. “Something in your eyes changes when you’re focused on fighting. It was there when I took you by surprise when I said ‘go’ then it was gone when I complimented you. Then it came back after I got that cut in,” he looked at the hole in my tunic. “It is a scary look; it’s fierce…like a wolf.” He gave me a smile at the joke in the truth of it.
“Really?” I asked. “I had no idea anything changed.”
“Well it does, believe me. Now come on, I’ll give you something to wear and we’ll get that hole fixed for you,” he said walking off. When we got to his chambers he went to find me some clothes, as he walked into his bedroom I started undoing all of the belts around me. By the time he got back all that I had been able to do was get my sword, shield and all of my pouches into a pile on his couch. He dropped the clothes on the couch next to my pile and raised an eyebrow at me.
“Yeah it’s a little complicated, but it was made to be worn for long periods of time,” I explained.
“Can I ask… what’s with the hat?” he asked trying to hold back a smile.
“Oh,” I said and ripped it off my head letting my hair fall loose. I ran my hand through it to get rid of my hat hair. “I forgot about it, apparently The Hero of Time wore this outfit so the hat is a requirement.”
“Oh come on, that doesn’t seem fair,” he said taking it from me and looking at it. I shrugged and slipped the tunic over my head. I had some issues getting the chain mail off but when I did I felt so light. When I finally took my undershirt off Peter glanced up from messing with my hat.
“Wow you’re ripped, how did you get all that muscle?” he asked looking at my chest.
“Try three months solid of fighting monsters and evil itself,” I muttered. Peter didn’t respond, he got up and walked in a circle around me. When he was in front of me again he extended one finger and poked my chest softly.
“Hard,” he muttered then dropped his hand. “I gotta say I’m a little jealous.”
“You’re pretty toned yourself you know,” I said blushing slightly.
“Thanks?” he said unsure then laughed. “I informed the kitchen that we had a guest so they’re getting something ready in your honor. I’ll let you get dressed, come down to the banquet hall when you’re ready.” With that he turned and headed to the hallway with my tunic. I slipped on the clothes he gave me and paused at the mirror before leaving. The pants were black and the same style as the white ones I wore with my tunic. The shirt was maroon; it was very unlike anything you would find in Hyrule. It hung loosely from my frame and the collar had a split in the front that went down to the middle of my chest that you could tie up, however, I chose to leave it open. After wearing the chain mail for so long it was nice to have such unconstricting clothing. I hurried down to where he showed me the banquet hall was earlier in the day.
“Wow you look different,” peter said when he saw me.
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” I asked.
“Good thing,” he said with a smile. “That really suits you.”
“So this isn’t all for me is it?” I asked looking at the table going down the stretch of the hall loaded with food.
“Yeah, they may have over done it,” he said.
“May have?” I asked raising an eyebrow. Then something on the other side of the hall caught my attention. There was another table covered in fruits, vegetables and all sorts of plant life. Peter noticed my questioning stare at that table.
“Oh some of our guests are vegetarian,” he explained. No sooner had he said that the doors opened and a heard of creatures came in. there were horses, dogs, tigers, leopards, then there were more half men things, not only were there half goats but there were also half horse people.
“If you don’t mind me asking what are they?” I asked gesturing to a half goat talking to a half horse.
“Oh I’m sorry I forgot you didn’t know. The half goat is called a faun, the half horse is called a centaur,” he explained.
“And what was the thing in the woods?” I asked.
“A minotaur,” he said in a lower voice. “He was actually the former general of The White Witch.”
“Oh so you still have some problems with her left over army?” I wondered.
“Yeah,” he said but then a horse trotted over to us. “Phillip, long time no see. How have you been?”
“Your majesty,” Phillip said as he bowed his head. Link gazed at the horse with his mouth open. “I wonder if you have seen King Edmund.”
“Yes he’s over there,” peter said pointing out his brother. Phillip bowed his head again and wandered off in the direction Peter had pointed.
“Wha- th-… what was that?” I finally got out as Peter laughed.
“You should see your face!” he said wiping away a tear. “Yeah all of the animals here can talk.”
“That’s…wow,” I whispered. He clapped me on the back and gave me a sympathetic look.
“I know how you feel, come on I’ll introduce you around,” he said and steered me towards a group of people. Well into the evening Narnians asked me questions about my world and my life in general. The sun had just set and the moon was poking up from behind the trees when Peter finally took pity on me.
“Hello,” he said popping up next to me in the circle of Narnians I was talking to. “Link would you mind accompanying me? There’s someone I want you to meet.”
“Sure,” I said holding back a sigh. He led me through the hall to a back door and pulled me quickly through the doorway.
“You looked in need of a rescue,” he said flashing me his grin.
“I owe you one,” I said with a chuckle. He laughed and grabbed my wrist to pull me through the hallways and up staircases. He finally pulled me through the door to his sitting room; I couldn’t quite place the feeling of fluttering in my stomach. I tried to figure it out but he just simply dropped my arm once we got inside and he closed the door. He flashed me his grin again.
“Nobody bothers me here when the door is closed. Now you owe me a bigger one,” he said cheerfully and plopped down on the couch. I laughed and sat on the other end of the couch; we stayed up late into the night talking. As we talked I noticed something, he was so light and free despite all the responsibility on his shoulders. His smile made me smile, his laugh made me laugh. He was exactly what I needed in the low point in my life, once I realized that I was amazed by how the low point in my life had already turned into the highest point. It was all thanks to him.
Then it hit me, what the fluttering was, and how he could make me laugh so easily. I tried to shove the thoughts away but they kept creeping back into my mind. I liked him, and not in a way that a boy usually liked another boy, he was important to me. There was nothing for me but to except it, not that I would ever act on it. His friendship was way too important to me for me to ruin it by scaring him. I eventually started to fall asleep on his couch, as I was drifting off I felt him get up then I heard him walk to the other side of the room and back. I could sense him right next to me but I faked being asleep, he grabbed my ankles and swung them up on the couch so I was in a lounging position. There was a rustle of fabric and he gently laid a blanket over me, he seemed to hesitate then I felt his fingers brush down my cheek and neck to rest on my collar bone that my shirt left exposed.
“Good night,” I heard him whisper before I heard him walk away and the door to his room close.

(A/N): whoop! Link is having stirrings! Yay. Let me know what you think!