The midday sun shone brightly in the castle courtyard, gleaming off the waters which encircled the garden. Princess Zelda walked out into the grass, and then sat down in it, gesturing for Amethyst to join her. Amethyst was still concerned about how Zelda had known her name, and her peculiar dream, but somehow couldn't resist the sight of the lovely young princess sitting amidst the tall grass and flowers, and so she followed Zelda and then knelt down beside her.
Zelda looked down at the flowers before her and played with them silently. She had been the one who led Amethyst to this quiet sanctuary, yet now she was silent. Whereas before she appeared clever and focused, now she seemed rather meek. Was Zelda playing some kind of game? "What all do you know about me?" Amethyst asked, intent on finding out the truth.
Zelda was silent for a moment, her hands coming to rest on a purple flower in the grass. She touched it absently, waited a moment, and spoke.
"I know... more than I dared speak before my father," she began. "He doesn't... he doesn't trust me."
Amethyst did not reply. Was this an act? It seemed.... so genuine. Zelda seemed so delicate.
Zelda breathed and continued. "What I told you about my vision wasn't the end of it. The shadows I spoke of... they were your shadow. As if you yourself carry both the light and the darkness that shape the fate of this land."
Amethyst gasped. Was... was this a trap? Did Zelda know?? She drew away.
"Wait. I'm not finished. I saw one more thing in my vision... it was a great weapon. A blade as black and infinite as the night sky. A name came to me: the Vortex Sword."
Something stirred in the back of Amethyst's mind. Black and purple images swirled in her brain, trying to form an image... it... it looked like....... it....!!!
Amethyst cried out and grasped her head, wincing from the pain.
Zelda reached out and grabbed her, holding her firmly in her hands. "Amethyst... Amethyst! Are you ok?"
Amethyst opened her lavender eyes, only to see Zelda's staring into them. Zelda's eyes were infinite, like the visions they saw and the magics they contained.
She couldn't remember anything... but she felt relieved, somehow, despite it.
"Zelda, I..." she began, but couldn't finish. Her mind was a storm, billowing, chaotic. She couldn't focus her raging thoughts. But as she gazed forward, the storm began to clear and the sun broke through the dark clouds. That sun was the princess, whose sapphire eyes sparkled brilliantly in the midday light. "I'm... I'm fine now."
Zelda smiled warmly. "I'm glad. I was... so worried about you."
Amethyst felt a warm, fluttery feeling in her chest. The environment she had grown up in with the Gerudo had been so Spartan, detached from emotion. It felt so nice to have someone express such kind and sincere feelings for her. Even though they had only just met, she felt closer to Zelda than she'd ever felt to anyone before.
She suddenly felt embarrassed over her feelings. After all her training, all her work, would she really lose track of her mission? Of her duties? Just for this young, svelte, breathtakingly beautiful princess? "Really. I'm fine."
Zelda simply giggled. "You're blushing."
This declaration only made Amethyst's cheeks burn brighter with embarrassment. For the first time in her life, she didn't know what to say.
"It's okay. You look cute." Zelda herself suddenly stumbled over her own words. "I mean, when you blush... you look cute."
Amethyst, for the first time in her life, felt like the embodiment of a color that wasn't deep purple: red. She felt her face burning like Din's Fire and her heart was thumping so hard against her ribcage that it felt like a beast yearning to be set free. Her breath caught in her mouth, as she was completely lost for words and air alike. She stared, red-cheeked, with her mouth slightly agape... and the Princess... held her gaze. Those spectacular eyes did not shy away from the embarrassing sight Amethyst knew herself to be. They held and accepted her wholeheartedly.
Amethyst allowed her body to relax, slumping slightly forward, her lips barely parted as she leaned toward Zelda... who shifted forward to embrace her as she closed her eyes....
NO. She must not forget her mission.
Amethyst, disgusted with herself, stood up and faced away from Zelda. Zelda, who stared into her very soul, before whom she felt entirely bare.
"I must return to Gerudo Valley," Amethyst said, not daring to turn around, to see the pained expression on Zelda's face.
With that, she leaped into the air, flipping before the sun in the sky like a circling bird, leaving naught but shadows on the far-away ground. She landed on the other side of the castle walls, out of sight of Zelda. That way Zelda couldn't see her glistening tears.
Zelda knew of them, anyway, as she cried tears of her own.
It was a long, lonely return home. The entire way there, Amethyst's mind focused not on her mission, nor Gerudo Valley. All she could think of was Zelda. As the the comfortable warmth of Hyrule changed into the brutal heat of the desert, so too Amethyst felt warmth in her heart fade into darkness with each step she took away from the castle. She didn't feel like she was returning home, she felt like she was leaving it.
The rocky walls of the valley opened up around her, like the hungry maw of a Dodongo. She could hear the distant rushing of water at the bottom of the canyon as she approached the bridge. Two Gerudo stood at the bridge, guarding it from intruders. They watched Amethyst as she walked closer. "Mistress Nightswiper," one of them said. "Ganondorf awaits your return."
Amethyst walked by without speaking a word or making eye contact. She hardly cared about Ganondorf. She wanted only for this mission to end. She wanted to forget about Zelda, about everything. To return to normalcy.
Before she knew it, she stood before Gerudo Fortress. Guards patrolled every inch of the territory. No one could possibly sneak past these fearsome guards. No one but Amethyst, that is, only she didn't have to, as the owned a Gerudo Membership Card.
She walked somberly up the sandy stone steps, to the chamber that housed the King of the Gerudo.
Amethyst was just around the corner of Ganondorf's chamber, when she overheard voices bouncing off of the stone walls.
"...r.... . ..da.. ... .. . .. ...ne. . .. . ... . ..l.v...ss... . ..... ..."
She couldn't quite make the words out in passing. She didn't care, either. It didn't matter. Nothing seemed to matter anymore.
She nearly ignored the words and barged in to interrupt them, but was stopped in her tracks when she made one out clearly:
Vortex? That was... the word... that word...!
"vortex sword," laughed the voice, bouncing from the chamber around the walls, surrounding her, attacking her from all directions.
That word! Those words! Those are the words!
Her head swam and the voice, amplified by Gerudo architecture, mixed with the screaming thoughts in her head, creating a deafening chaos. The vortex sword...! Those were the words she couldn't seem to grasp! Zelda had uttered them. They had occurred to her in passing, but each time, they sought to erase themselves.
NOT THIS TIME, Amethyst screamed to herself. She could feel the shadowy voices in her mind dragging those words back into the dark abyss of her subconscious, but she would not allow them to be taken. "Vortex.. sword...! Vortex sword! VORTEX SWORD!!!" Amethyst yelled once more, expelling the voices in her mind and breaking the spell cast upon her.
Suddenly, her memories came flooding back.
It was a massive sword, the blade alone almost as tall as a man. The hilt was as black as the night during the new moon, and from it sprung forth three blades that were darker than the deepest shadow, which danced around one another in a triple helix of deadly steel before uniting at a single, ultra-sharp tip that was a dark shade of ebony like the feathers of tar-covered raven lying on a black sand beach. It was so black its mere presence warped the light around it, seemingly sucking it in like a black hole. The only exception was a luminous purple Triforce insignia that rested at the top of the hilt... and between the Triforces of Wisdom, Courage and Power was the Triforce of Darkness, which was at least thirteen times as black as all the other parts of the sword put together.
"This is your sword," a mysterious, otherworldly voice spoke in her mind. "This is the sword of the Chosen One. Amethyst, you must take this sword. Claim the Vortex Sword, and claim your destiny."
As she continued to process these returning memories, she heard the voice in the chamber echoing once again, and they brought with them more memories.
Memories of Ganondorf. Of what he'd done to her.
It had been on the day of her thirteenth birthday, the day she had been sent away on a long and perilous journey to the far reaches of Castle Town.
Ganondorf must have sent her away so that she would never recall.
On that day, she had heard the sweet, heavenly voice of her mother, the Silver Goddess. In the unearthly beautiful vocal chords that she had passed to her daughter, she had proclaimed:
"Amethyst... Amethyst.... it is time for your awakening. My name is Wisteria, the Silver Goddess, who blessed this world with the fourth triforce, the Triforce of Darkness. My sisters Nayru, Din, and Farore bestowed upon this world its form, creatures, and life force. However, these forces lacked balance, and were doomed to fall. Like the triforce, which tinkers on the brink of collapse, connected only by their tips... Until I filled the empty center within the triforce. I inhabit that void and that darkness. On this world too I bestowed void, for nothing can exist if not for nothingness. You, Amethyst, are my daughter and my envoy... The Triforce of Darkness is within you and has the ability to balance and engulf the trifles of courage, wisdom, and power."
Just then, a form, black as void itself, had emerged before her. She felt as though her very soul were before her in physical form.. The form of the Vortex Sword.
"This Vortex Sword I bestow upon you on this, your coming of age day. Use it to ensure that the triforce is not permitted to be used for ruin!"
But then Amethyst had forgotten, forgotten entirely until just now.
How could that be?
Ganondorf was how.
He had overheard the mystical conversation using evil magicks and as soon as the psychic link between Amethyst and the Silver Goddess had been broken, he made himself known.
"I will never suffer you to foil my plans with your pathetic power! From now on, you shall become my slave. Forget your heritage, forget your destiny... Forget the vortex sword!!"
His eyes became overcome with spirits and he reaches out his hands, casting a spell that had kept Amethyst oblivious and powerless until her return.
He had cast her away and hid her sword.
But now the bond with her soul had been remade and she could not be fooled again.
She clenched her fist, other hand clasping the infinite nothing of the vortex sword, and she approache the chamber where Ganondorf awaited.
The massive doors creaked open. The throne room was dark and windowless, dimly illuminated by flickering torches. Intricate tapestries decorated the walls, displaying the histories of the Gerudo people, their wars, their kings, their conquests. At the center of the room was a massive throne, garnished in menacing spikes and chains. Upon it sat a tall figure, his grinning face resting upon a curled fist. "Amethyst," the man growled sinisterly. "I see you've returned."
"Of course," she replied. "And I was successful in my mission."
"I knew you would be." The man's grin widened. "I knew nobody could perform this task as well as you, my child."
"I am no child of yours, Ganondorf." Amethyst stepped up to the dark throne. "And I am no longer your servant. I remember everything now. Wisteria. The Vortex Sword. Your treachery."
Ganondorf's grimace remained unwavering. "I knew it was only a matter of time, Amethyst. Your mind is too powerful to control permanently. But I will always be able to make you submit, even if only temporarily." The warlock raised his hand towards Amethyst, his fingers glowing with dark magic. Amethyst suddenly felt her mind being invaded, like an Octorok was wrapping its tentacles around her brain. She stumbled and fell to her knees, gasping in distress. "Fall, my child," Ganondorf whispered evilly. "You will always be my servant. It is your destiny."
Amethyst's fingers clawed at the stony floor, and her teeth ground together as she struggled against Ganondorf's power. She couldn't fall back under his control. She couldn't lose her memories. That was not her destiny. Her destiny was as the daughter of Wisteria.
She suddenly felt the presence of the Vortex Sword once again. She heard it calling out to her, and she reached out to it through the void. She felt its power course through her veins, filling her with its might. "Never!" she screamed as she leaped to her feet. A shockwave blasted through the room, and Ganondorf snarled as his spell was broken.
Amethyst stood adamantly, feeling stronger than ever before. "It is over, Ganondorf. From now on, I am the master of my own destiny. Of Hyrule's destiny!"
Ganondorf scowled at the girl, but his lips soon curled back up into a smile. "It is far from over, my child." He raised his hand into the air and snapped his fingers.
Cackling erupted from both sides of the room. Amethyst recognized the laughter immediately. "Koume, Kotake," she responded grimly.
End Chapter Two.
I believe in second chances, and that's why I believe in you.