It's time. The final numbered chapter of the story... It's taken me a lot of time and a lot of work to come this far. I poured a lot of emotion into this one, so I hope you enjoy! Don't forget, there's still an epilogue to come after this! But we're finally at the end! Let's go!
Sitri awoke early the morning after the final purification. Her head was aching from insomnia, and she didn’t move for several minutes after she first stirred. It felt like she was buried under a set of weights instead of blankets. Her cheeks were stained with tears after crying most of the night, and her eyes were too dead and puffy to fully open.
Still lifeless, she creakily rose to a sitting position, her lips hanging slightly ajar. Breathing felt too much like a waste of time, but her body continued to function against her wishes. She sat alone in a cheap room at an inn in Hyleigh City. Granye offered her a bed as she usually did, but Link and Tetra were staying the night with her, so it was the last place Sitri wanted to be. First Link stole the title of Hero of Spirits from her, and now he was slowly stealing away all of the other precious things in her life.
She wasn’t the Hero of Spirits. Link was. This knowledge crushed her soul into nothing but dust every time she remembered it. Yesterday’s events played on a loop in her mind, and it only hurt more with each consecutive run. The sight of Anjean offering Link the Lokomo Sword, without so much as a glance in her direction, punctured a gaping hole through her gut. She was so sick with grief and envy that she hardly remembered how to think about anything else, including what Mikhaeyla had said last night before they parted ways.
An urgent Council meeting was to be held in the current morning. The purification plan was a success, but Beelzebub had escaped. The next steps for Hyleigh were on the table for discussion. Anjean would be in attendance, as would everyone who helped with the plan. That included Sitri herself. Mikhaeyla requested she come, but Sitri could barely remember what her answer had been. Maybe she just vaguely nodded yes.
This memory rested on the edge of her mind, steadily dissolving like foam. It didn’t matter, did it? She failed to become the Hero of Spirits. They chose someone else. They chose Link. Did it even matter what she did anymore? Her life was over. Everything she fought and bled for, everything she lived for, was dead in her heart. There was no point in her staying involved with anything going on with Hyleigh.
She thought that, but her body still moved to get ready, as if by instinct or unconscious intent. Dressing herself that morning felt more difficult than any fight she’d ever been in. Eating breakfast was too much of a hassle, so she didn’t even bother trying. She clumsily ran her fingers through her hair as an attempt at brushing it, but that was the end of her morning preparations. It just didn’t feel worth it anymore.
Leaving some rupees on the counter, she trudged outside into the sullen alleyway cradling the inn. The sun was still low; just bright enough to illuminate the rooftops and crest over the city walls, but not high enough to brighten up the streets. She walked in the dark, the vague sounds of hustle and bustle still in their earliest stages echoing around her. Everything felt dull, from her senses to her body to her entire lot in life.
The Council meeting was to take place in the Tower of Spirits lobby, so she would need to catch a train. Her body walked toward the station, moving without input from her will. She really didn't want to go. Seeing everyone again after how she was shamed made her want to crawl into a hole and never come out. Even so, she mindlessly boarded a public train, mumbling her destination to the engineer.
For a moment, she wanted to use the Beldine Rule to get her fare waived, but did she really still deserve that? What would be the point in still trying to be someone great? She was no hero racing across Hyleigh to save the citizens. Not anymore. She was just the weak little girl who got skipped over. After a few moments of hesitation, she paid in full and took a seat in the middle of the passenger car.
As she leaned her head against the cold window pane, her chest started swirling with more anxiety. She was going to have to watch Link get venerated as the Hero of Spirits instead of her. Who knows what else they were going to do at that meeting? They might as well just tell her she wasn't needed anymore and send her on her way.
If that was what they wanted, maybe she shouldn't even bother going. If they wanted her to disappear, maybe she should. The train was moving faster now. The door to the back gangway was usually open. She could jump. If she waited until the train was at top speed, that might be enough to make her disappear permanently. Maybe that would be better than dealing with whatever was coming next.
The cushion next to her sunk in, pulling her away from such contemplations. She knew who it was without looking. The idea of meeting her eyes was suffocating, a feeling she was growing more familiar with lately.
“Sitri?”
That gentle voice belonged to Mikhaeyla. Sitri was too miserable to respond, or even acknowledge her. After all, it was her own Aunt Mikha who had initially vouched for Link and his friends, and she celebrated their success yesterday. Way to stab a girl in the back. Sitri hated feeling that way about someone she loved and trusted so much, and she hated herself even more for thinking it.
“I see you’re still upset... I don’t blame you.” she said.
Please, don’t. Don’t do this... I don’t want to hear it...
Sitri couldn’t get those words out of her throat, but Mikhaeyla seemed to understand from the way her body tensed up. She placed a caring arm around her and hugged her tightly. The gesture was appreciated, but it felt hollow. Even her aunt’s kindness didn’t feel real anymore.
“I know that things didn’t... happen the way you wanted them to yesterday. And I see you don’t want to talk about this right now. But I still think we need to talk about it.” Mikhaeyla said.
Sitri squirmed in her seat, pulling herself out of her aunt’s embrace. She didn’t answer or look at her, but her expression said more than her words ever could. Mikhaeyla let her move away, but still placed a hand on top of hers.
“We don’t have to talk now. The Council meeting is starting soon, anyway. But after it’s over... Would you please come home with me? We can share a pot of your favorite tea and just... talk. Like how we used to. Like when you lost your parents... I love you, Sitri. I hope you’ll let me be here to help you through this.”
The tears couldn’t stay inside after that. Sitri felt them drip down her cheeks anew, despite how badly she didn’t want them to. She still couldn’t speak, but she leaned back into her aunt for another hug. Mikhaeyla was always the one person she could count on. She was like a second mother to her, more than just her aunt and family friend. That only made her feel more betrayed by the way she supported Link and the others. She said she wanted to help her through this, but those words were bereft of meaning. Where was she supposed to get “through this” to? There wasn’t an “other side” she could come out on. The concept of an “after” didn’t exist. Her life had already ended. There was nowhere else she could go from here. She wished that Mikhaeyla would understand that.
But in lieu of such words, all she could manage to do was cry. And that wasn’t going to be enough. Not at all.
Quiet footsteps thudded through the southwestern threshold of the Tower of Spirits. Sitri walked a few paces behind Mikhaeyla, still dreading the idea of seeing everyone again. The closer she came to the lobby, the more she wanted to run away. Every breath choked into a knot in her throat. It felt like she was going to pass out on her feet. What was worse, her aunt’s back in front of her looked unapproachable, walling her off from the kindness she thought she knew.
The only thing that broke through this spiral of thoughts was a soft, round dove settling on her shoulder. It caught her completely by surprise.
“...! Chino...” Sitri gasped.
“Oh? Well, look who it is! I’m glad to see he’s still keeping you company.” Mikhaeyla smiled.
Chino cooed and nuzzled into Sitri’s cheek. His feathers were fluffy and his attention was comforting. She still couldn’t smile, but her expression did melt a little. She reached up and gave him a few pets with her finger, and noticed his canister was empty. He had come just to be with her, not to deliver any news.
“I haven’t seen you in a while, huh? I bet you were lonely... I’m sorry.” Sitri said.
Mikhaeyla smiled wider, seeming relieved at the apparent improvement in her niece’s mood. She turned ahead and entered the Tower’s lobby. Sitri’s fears came bursting back out of her chest, but with Chino by her side, she did feel a little better about going in there. He was just a dove; he couldn’t possibly betray her like the others did. Remembering that it was Mikhaeyla who had gifted him to her did sour it a bit, but not enough. Chino was her friend, maybe the only real one left.
Finally, she stepped out of the darkness of the threshold. In the lobby, a large gathering of people greeted her. All five of the Council members were already there, with much happier looks on their faces than when she’d last seen them. Anjean was standing before them, but none of the five Lokomo Guardians were with her. Boyle was there, too, gazing admiringly at the Spirit Train resting in the turntable. Kuudo and Zoie were standing with Ceres, Varuna, and Albion, all chatting amicably. Hawthorne wasn’t there; the man was so serious, he probably elected to stay at the refugee camp just in case anything else came up. But Link and Tetra were there, alright, surrounded by their whole crew, standing at the center of everyone’s attention.
When Link saw Sitri, he smiled brightly and waved her over. The Lokomo Sword was still strapped to his back, which only made his friendliness feel hollow and deceitful. She averted her eyes and walked past him as fast as she could, that pit in her stomach beginning to swallow her up again. Link’s hand drooped down and his expression wilted, as if he didn’t understand why she ignored him. That only agitated Sitri even more.
Trying her best not to look at anyone’s faces, she found a spot to sit on the bottom step of the stairs that led up into the Tower. Chino stayed on her shoulder, quietly watching over her. Mikhaeyla, on the other hand, joined the backstabbers in the center of the room. Sitri felt more alienated from her than ever before.
“Good, it seems everyone is here. Then let us begin.” Anjean said.
“I notice the Lokomo who helped us purify the fonts aren’t attending.” Mikhaeyla said.
“Indeed. They will not be leaving their posts at the Sanctuary sites for some time.” Anjean explained. “The land’s Force is now completely revitalized, which means their power alone should suffice in creating the Sanctuaries and Temples. But this process will still take a few years. In the meantime, we must come up with a strategy to deal with Beelzebub.”
“He escaped again, I heard. From your report, it sounds like he retreated back to the Mystic Realm to recover.” Rasta said.
“The same plan of causing raids to drain Force shouldn’t work anymore, now that the fonts have been purified. I doubt he will be able to conceive of a new scheme so quickly. He will be back one day, but not any time soon, I should think.” Mikhaeyla said.
“So, then, it falls to us to prepare for that time.” Llewellyn said.
“We will also need to deal with the refugees. Now that the Sanctuaries are being built, the people of Kakariko and Great Bay no longer have homes to return to.” Rasta added.
“Yes, that is an unfortunate consequence.” Anjean said sadly. “I know it was under my orders, but I still feel apologetic for it. Sorting them out won’t be an easy task.”
“Needless to say, we can hardly agree on the best of days.” Darius said. “How are we going to get this done? I fear we may not find a resolution any time soon...”
“And we still don’t know what to do about Beelzebub, either... This ain’t good for us...” Mabufu said glumly.
Sitri watched them shuffle their feet around, anxious looks crowding their faces. These were heavy questions with no clear answers. The refugees would surely just have to assimilate into other towns, but for each person to pick up and move their entire lives around like that, it was going to be very unpleasant. Helping them choose where to go, finding them new homes, getting them back on their feet... It was a massive undertaking they were looking at. She wasn’t sure how to even begin tackling it.
There was one person among them, though, who had a sparkle in her eye. As if she was waiting for this moment, Mikhaeyla began to speak calmly and confidently.
“I actually have a solution to both of these problems, if you would be willing to hear me out.” she said.
“For Beelzebub and the refugees?” Tetra asked.
“Yes. In fact, this is something I’ve been mulling over for a long time now. I think we, and Hyleigh as a whole, are finally ready to hear of it.” she began. “Two thousand years ago, Hyleigh lost its royal family, and after the Great War, the Council was established in order to hold the country together until a new leader could be found. But no one suitable ever appeared... Until now.”
Sitri’s eyes widened. She straightened out her back and stared hard at her aunt. What in the world was she talking about? She couldn't possibly be suggesting...
“... Wait a second. No way.” Tetra said.
“You mean...?” Link gasped.
“Tetra, you have royal blood in your veins from a long-extinct kingdom, and every person here has borne witness to your commitment and leadership skills. You were searching for a place to build your New Hyrule kingdom... How would you like to build it here, from the ashes of Hyleigh?”
The whole lobby fell deathly silent. Everyone stared at her in complete amazement. Mikhaeyla had just proposed the unthinkable, something that the Council had long-since given up on ever bringing to fruition. After such a shocking statement, it was difficult for anyone to find the words to respond.
In that silence, Sitri felt her heart break into pieces all over again. Her Aunt Mikha, the woman who promised to be there for her, wanted Tetra to build her New Hyrule over Hyleigh’s remains. She couldn’t feel herself breathe anymore. Desperately, she told herself that she had to have misheard her. There’s no way Mikhaeyla would keep twisting the knife into her like that... was there?
“I... I don’t...” Tetra breathed. “Are you serious...?”
“Very serious. In fact, I’ve been planning this from the moment we spoke in Great Bay City, when I extended my hand to you in partnership. I knew you and your crew would prove yourselves capable, and you have surpassed my expectations.” Mikhaeyla explained.
“Since way back then?! You really are a crafty one...” Tetra said in awe.
“No way... Then... Are we settling here for good?” Gonzo said, stupefied.
“I can’t believe it... After all we’ve been through, we actually get to make our dream come true...” Senza said in shock.
“Haha! You see? I told you something amazing would come if we stuck around!” Linebeck said excitedly.
Link, who was normally the most enthusiastic of them all, was quiet and restrained. He looked at Tetra with concern in his eyes, rather than joy. “Hey... Are you okay?” he asked her.
Tetra covered her mouth and staggered into him a bit. “Man, I... I don’t even know what I am.” she said. “Tarno’s fortune... Jeez, was it really a hundred percent right? That’s insane... I never imagined we’d get to make our kingdom this way... But... Is that really okay? I mean... What do you all think?”
The Council members looked between themselves, knitting their brows in contemplation. Finally, Llewellyn stepped forward.
“I am more than happy to support Tetra as our new monarch. You and your crew have proven trustworthy more times over than I can count. I think this might be exactly what this country needs. ” she declared.
“For once, I completely agree.” Anderson said. “The way you stepped up to help us even when our land and its troubles had nothing to do with you... That valor continues to leave me breathless.”
Mabufu nodded, his arms crossed at his chest. “And I know I’m not the only one who watched those images in the sky. You two put your lives on the line to drive Beelzebub away, and we can’t forget about how ya got Zoie to switch sides. I’m behind you fellas, all the way.”
Darius grubbed his mustache, giving the matter serious thought. “Yes... I see what Lady Mikhaeyla intends now. She wants you to lead us Council members in our activities. Rather than the five of us unhelpfully bickering with each other, we should just follow your orders, since we all trust you. I suppose that makes sense... At least, I can’t find it in myself to complain.”
Rasta was quiet, staring at his compatriots and his liege in disbelief. He lowered his gaze to the floor for a few moments, and then took a deep breath.
“I have to admit, you are endlessly surprising, Your Majesty. I couldn’t have conceived of such a solution in a hundred years... I shall support them, as well. If you trust them, then so do I.” he said.
“I don’t believe it... You’re all really fine with this?” Tetra said, dumbfounded. “But... I don’t want to be a conqueror... I don’t feel right about just... taking over like that.”
“You aren’t. You are rising to the throne with the full consent of the Council.” Mikhaeyla said. “And I believe the people would gladly support the holder of the Lokomo Sword and wielder of the Bow of Light as their new leaders, as well. You are the ones who did what no one else could; you saved this land. And I think that it’s time Hyleigh had a fresh start, after all these years of pain and suffering.”
“If I’m being honest, Hyleigh has been long dead. We’re just saying it out loud now.” Anjean agreed. “It never recovered from the Great War. We’ve all been clinging to its ashes, trying to survive... I think now is the time for a new kingdom to spring up in its place. Hyleigh’s days of yore are in the past. I don’t think that’s a bad thing. I welcome you to breathe new life into it, Tetra.”
“Man... If even you want us to... I dunno...” Tetra said, still looking uncertain.
Link stood at her side, chewing on this enormous responsibility thrust upon them. Each of the crew members, too, looked as though a hefty weight had been placed on their shoulders. None of them knew what to make of it. It had been their goal for so long, and now that it was within their grasp, they struggled with taking that final step forward.
At last, Link spoke up. “I think we should do it. Nudge gave his life for this land. And... I want to keep protecting it.”
Tetra inhaled quietly when he said that. Her eyes quivered as she looked at her closest friend, and finally, she managed to smile.
“You’re right, Link. We’ve come this far. We should go all the way. For Nudge...”
“For Nudge.” their crew agreed in unison.
Mikhaeyla smiled widely. “Excellent. I’m so glad you’re willing to step up. I know this won’t be easy, and I am sorry for putting you on the spot the way I did. But Hyleigh-- rather, New Hyrule is going to need you.”
“We must inform the people at once! I’m sure there will be many opinions flying around, but I fully believe that everyone will come to accept it in time!” Llewellyn said earnestly.
“Hold a moment, we’re not done yet. There is still the matter of Beelzebub.” Mikhaeyla said, holding up a hand in front of the group.
“Ah, yes, you said you had a plan for him, as well. I must say, after your last revelation, I have to wonder what you will come up with next.” Anjean said playfully.
Mikhaeyla frowned, clearly showing that this next topic wasn’t going to be as happy. “This is... a difficult one to discuss. To be honest, I don’t really want to go through with it. But I fear it is the only way we can defend this land from further harm...”
“Your Majesty? What do you have in mind?” Ceres asked.
Hesitation crept over her face in great intensity. It was rare to see Mikhaeyla like that. She glanced around at every person in the group, and then cleared her throat.
“Since Beelzebub retreated back to the Mystic Realm, I think it should fall to the Grand Demonic Knights to hunt him down. But in order to prevent him from returning here under our noses, I... I propose we close the dimensional boundary between the Physical and Mystic Realms.”
Rasta gasped, though he was the only one who seemed to understand what she meant. “Are you serious, Your Majesty...?!”
Anjean seemed confused. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but... Are you proposing that Hyleigh, now New Hyrule, should cut contact with the Mystic Realm completely?”
“Only temporarily, but yes.” Mikhaeyla said. “I plan to call a meeting with the other Demon Kings and work with them to accomplish this. Given their disinterest in the Physical Realm, I doubt any of them would object.”
“I see... So effectively, it would be the same as how the Spirits of Light maintain the boundary to the Sacred Realm. It is very difficult for anyone to travel there without their permission.” Anjean said.
“Oh... That’s why it was such a pain for me to break in there that one time!” Zoie exclaimed.
“And why you never tried to come back afterward...” Kuudo said.
“We would undoubtedly tell if anyone attempts to cross the boundary that way. Beelzebub would not be able to escape our notice.” Mikhaeyla added.
“I see... And what of Harmony’s portal, then?” Rasta asked.
“I will close it, and set it up so that anyone who tries to use it becomes trapped in a Dark Realm, a space between dimensions. If Beelzebub attempts to slip back into Hyleigh through there, he will be caught like a rat in a box.” Mikhaeyla explained.
“You’re certainly covering all your bases... For you to go to such an extreme, I can tell this means a lot to you.” Anjean said.
“It does... Beelzebub’s hatred of humans represents a failure on my part to exterminate such discrimination. I truly love this land and everyone in it... I will do everything in my power to see it safe.” Mikhaeyla proclaimed.
“It sounds like the Grand Demonic Knights will have to fully withdraw from Hyleigh, then, just as we promised to do. We had best inform Lord Hawthorne quickly.” Varuna surmised.
“I see... I’m awfully sad that we’ll have to say goodbye, but... It’s only until we catch Beelzebub, right?” Ceres asked.
“Yes. I pray that our task will be a swift one, as I don’t wish to be apart from our dear friends here for longer than necessary. Even so, I am prepared to dedicate the remainder of my life to keeping watch over this world, if need be.” she said gravely.
“As always, I will follow you, wherever you lead. I am prepared to do the same.” Albion said proudly.
“So you’re all gonna leave us, then. That’s a shame... Though I guess it can’t be helped. I understand the desire to wanna clean up your own messes.” Tetra said.
“No...” Sitri whispered, unheard by everyone else.
“Rasta, what would you like to do? I should like to leave the choice up to you.” Mikhaeyla said.
“... It pains me to leave your service, but I will remain here, with my wife. I vow to dedicate my life to standing watch on this side of the boundary.” Rasta said firmly.
“As loyal as ever... You have been my most trusted confidant for years, Rasta. I wish you and Granye all the best, and I hope I will get to see you again sooner rather than later.” Mikhaeyla smiled sadly.
“No...” Sitri said again, a little louder this time.
“So, we have a solid plan of action. Lady Mikhaeyla and her Knights will work to hunt down Beelzebub on their end, and our our end, we shall follow Tetra’s lead in restoring this land to glory, under her New Hyrule banner.” Llewellyn said.
“We’ve got a long road ahead of us, but I’m willing to put in the work. I always finish what I start.” Tetra said.
“I can’t wait to begin! All those refugees need help!” Link said.
“Hah, nothing ever changes with you. Even if we’re suddenly building our kingdom, I think we’re gonna manage okay.” Gonzo laughed.
“One minute, we’re pirates, and the next, royalty... Though I suppose Captain Tetra’s been royalty the whole time, hasn’t she?” Mako mused.
“Then... You can start going by your true name!” Niko said excitedly.
“Ah, yeah, I forgot about that... Though I still don’t really feel like a ‘Zelda’.” Tetra said wryly.
“Stop...” Sitri said, standing up from her seat on the edge of the stairs.
“There are a few other matters to discuss first. Link, I should like you to keep carrying the Lokomo Sword for a time, as a symbol to the people of this land.” Anjean said. “Tetra, about the Bow of Light... Its power exceeded even the Spirits’ expectations. Your divine blood drew out far more from it than any of us imagined. It may be too powerful to leave in mortal hands... I wish to entrust it to Rael and seal it inside the future Sand Temple, until the day it is needed again. This is the Spirits’ will, as well.”
“I understand... If I go traipsing around with somethin’ that strong, it might send the wrong message... I ain’t a conqueror, after all.” Tetra nodded.
Saying as much, she removed the bow from her back and handed it over to Anjean, who smiled in satisfaction.
“Your demeanor is well-suited for this, Tetra. You may call yourself a prate, but your heart is true and just. I fully believe the people will see that and accept you as you are.” Anjean said.
“Yes... I feel much aggrieved about leaving you all to this work by yourselves, but I trust you.” Mikhaeyla began. “When we first met, I sensed something special about you, but it wasn’t until I heard of your exploits that I truly started to-”
“STOP!”
Sitri’s scream put an end to the conversation. Everyone was startled by the hopelessness of her voice, and finally turned their attention to her. Chino fluttered away from her, frightened by her sudden shouting. Tears dripped down her cheeks, and her breathing was unsteady. Her hands were wrung up into fists, clutching the hem of her tunic in deep frustration.
“Why...? Why would you do this? You’re all... You’re all a bunch of liars!” she yelled in anguish.
“Sitri...?” Mikhaeyla gasped.
“Aunt Mikha, you... You want to be apart from me? After what you said on the train? How could you...?”
“Sitri, no! That’s not... When we spoke on the train, I was asking you to come with me! I want you by my side!” Mikhaeyla tried to assure her.
“No! You’re lying! You... All of you...” Sitri cried. “How can all of you do this? First you cover up all of Hyleigh’s important, historical sites... You wipe away everything Alphonse did... And now you’re saying Hyleigh’s dead?! How could you just give up on it like that?! This is our home! And you’re trying to change it into something else!”
The Council members looked at her with a mixture of dejection and bewilderment. None of them were ready for such virulent opposition so quickly. It didn’t seem like anyone else in the room was prepared for it, either. Mikhaeyla covered her mouth, looking hurt by Sitri’s outburst.
“Anjean, you lied to me, too...” Sitri continued. “You gave me this power and said I could be like Alphonse... I thought it was supposed to be me! I thought I was going to be the Hero of Spirits! It should have been me! Alphonse was my ancestor! I worked so hard for it... And yet...!”
She turned on Link and Tetra next, who looked just as horrified by her words as everyone else. Sitri’s sadness twisted into anger and jealousy when she looked at them. They were the worst of the lot. They pretended to be her friends, only to rob her of everything she lived for. Her whole identity.
“And you two! You lied to me, too! You promised you wouldn’t build your New Hyrule here! You promised to help me become the Hero of Spirits! But you lied! You stole it from me! You’re stealing everything from me! Everything I love... Hyleigh... The Hero of Spirits title... My Aunt Mikha, even... I won’t... I won’t forgive you!”
Sitri drew her sword and pointed it at Link. Sharp gasps rose up from the entire crowd, most of them backing away from the scene. Link’s eyes filled with tears of his own when he saw the state she was in. He didn’t reach for his own sword, but Tetra stood in front of him, holding out her arm in his defense. But this didn’t deter her. She couldn’t let things stand. Her home was on the verge of disappearing, and she was the only one who could still do something about it. The only one who could still make things right.
“You... That sword should belong to me... It’s mine! I’m going to take it back! I’m going to save Hyleigh from you! From all of you!” Sitri wailed.
No one seemed to know what to do now. Sitri took one shaky step forward, making Tetra narrow her eyes in both worry and regret. Link still refused to move, shaking his head at her as if to say no, he didn’t want this. Sitri continued to cry, her sobs breaking up the stifled quiet of the lobby. She took another step forward.
And then Mikhaeyla stepped forward too, in between her and Link. “Sitri... I’m sorry. But you need to stop.”
Sitri’s face contorted into rage as she felt betrayed all over again. “So you’ll still choose them over me! If you hated me so much, why didn’t you ever say so!”
“That’s not it, Sitri... I’m choosing you. That’s why I’m standing here.” Mikhaeyla said, a look of grief on her. “You’re straying from the path you wanted to walk... I’ve long-since decided if that ever happened, I would be there to hold you and tell you it would be okay. I’m here for you, Sitri. Please... Come here.”
Mikhaeyla opened her arms for her niece. She made no attempt to fight. Seeing this, Sitri’s chest tightened so much that she almost fell to her knees. But it still wasn’t right. This couldn’t be allowed to happen.
Aunt Mikha’s a liar... She’s choosing them, even now! She’s protecting them from me! She’s... She’s the one in the way! I have to take her down! That’s the only way Hyleigh can be saved... Yeah, it was all her fault all along! She’s the one who first supported them! She planned this from the start! She... She...
Sitri took another step forward. When she did, a spike of memories from her childhood flooded her mind. The way she cried into Mikhaeyla’s arms when she lost her parents. All the gentle head pats whenever she did well in her studies. The many times she was embraced and healed after training accidents. The day she first gave Chino to her. All the lessons and pots of tea they shared in her study. All of it filled the void in her chest, weighing her down.
No... That’s all a lie! If she really... If she really loved me, she should be on my side! She should be helping me! She should...
Sitri stepped forward once more. Mikhaeyla's face, full of compassion and concern, stared straight into her soul. Her arms trembled, even as she held them open for her. Tears were beginning to pool in the corners of her eyes, as well. This honest display of emotion finally knocked Sitri off her feet.
She collapsed to the floor on her knees, crying uncontrollably. Clutching her head in agony, it felt like her brain was unraveling itself in the most violent way possible. If she wasn’t the Hero of Spirits, she was nothing. No one would need her. No one would want her. She didn’t want to accept such a horrible, despairing reality. Hyperventilating, she looked at Mikhaeyla again, searching her eyes for any reason to get back up and fight for what she knew she deserved. All she found there was love.
A piercing pain struck Sitri through her heart when she saw that. That’s not what she should have seen, not after how she was betrayed. But no matter how hard she stared, nothing else but love revealed itself. This gentle, kind, unconditional love bored down into her, until at last, she dropped her sword.
“No...! I can’t do it...! I can’t attack you, Aunt Mikha... I... I love you...! So why... Why did it happen this way...”
“Sitri...” Mikhaeyla breathed.
Intense regret filled every bit of Sitri’s heart, and the dam broke. She buried her face into the floor and screamed as loud as she could. The idea that Mikhaeyla could ever be her enemy stabbed into her over and over. She completely despised herself for even conceiving of it. Did she want to be the Hero of Spirits so badly that she would even turn her back on her most beloved family? Or was Mikhaeyla the one who turned away from her? She didn’t know what was what, and it was splitting her apart, down to the marrow of her bones. It was far too much for her to bear.
“I’m so sorry! I’m sorry... I was really gonna do it... I thought you were my enemy! But I can’t... I can’t do it... I can’t do anything...” Sitri sobbed. “Everything's gone wrong... I hate this... I can’t take living like this anymore... Should I... Should I just die?”
When she said those words, Mikhaeyla was on her in a heartbeat, pulling the girl into her chest and holding her as tight as she could.
“I’m sorry, too, Sitri... I’m sorry that things turned out like this... I should have done more to care for you... I don’t want you to die. You’re my everything. You’re not just my niece... You’re my daughter. I love you... So please, don’t think of dying anymore...”
Sitri bawled loudly into her shirt, clutching her back with all the strength she could still muster. “I’m sorry... I’m sorry I called you a liar... I just didn’t know what else to do! I don’t know anymore... I don’t know what I can do...”
The two of them weren’t the only ones crying. Link was sobbing, too, feeling their emotions like they were his own. Even Tetra couldn’t restrain herself from sniffling, and quickly mashed her arm over her eyes. Kuudo had both hands clasped over her mouth, surely identifying with what the girl was going through. Each of the Council members hung their heads in shame, as did Anjean, who felt more responsible for this than any of them there.
“I see what you were saying before, Mikhaeyla... I apologize.” Anjean said quietly. “Sitri, I’m sorry that I got your hopes up. I knew what I was doing, and I thought that if you could benefit Hyleigh, then... Well, I should have to rethink my methods in the future if this is the end result. I am deeply sorry for what I did to you...”
“I’m sorry, too.” Link said. “I wasn’t trying to steal anything from you... I just wanted to help...”
“It’s not your fault.” Mikhaeyla reassured him. “Sitri, I know you wanted to be like Alphonse, and I know how hard you pushed yourself to do it... But I should have been more honest with you, about how much watching you do that was hurting me. I let you do as you pleased because I knew it made you happy, but... I always wished you would find a goal of your own to pursue, unbeholden by your past. Will you... come home with me to St. Versailles? I want to help you find a new dream, something that’s all your own.”
Sitri didn’t answer her right away, just kept crying in her arms. Mikhaeyla did love her. She did want her around, whether she was the Hero of Spirits or not. Finally, for the first time in a while, she felt secure in knowing that to be true. She hugged her aunt tighter, feeling mortified over her outburst. She didn’t think there would be an “after” now that everything she fought for had been upended, but maybe now...
I knew Aunt Mikha always wanted me to live with her... Just stay in St. Versailles and live a happy life at her side... Maybe it’s time I finally did that. Hyleigh is going to disappear now... It’s gonna become New Hyrule... I still don't know if that's a good thing or not, but... I’m so tired... I... I think I just need to rest... Put a stop to all of this and think things over from the beginning... And I wanna do it with her. With my Aunt Mikha...
Finally, Sitri pulled herself out of Mikhaeyla’s arms. “Okay... I’ll go.” she said quietly. “But first, there’s something I have to do...”
She stood up unsteadily, struggling to sheath her sword. Her first few steps, she swayed a bit, like she would collapse again. But she reached Anjean, and held out her hand.
“Please... Take it back. The power you gave me... I don’t deserve it.” she pleaded, her voice cracking apart.
Anjean nodded solemnly. “I understand. I apologize again for the burden it caused you.”
The old Lokomo grabbed Sitri’s hand, and she could feel her magic being pulled out of her. It was marginally painful, like a part of her very essence was being ripped away. Her connection to Alphonse was leaving her with it. The power he once used was gone from her body in mere moments, and even when she tried to focus on it, there was just nothing there anymore, a gaping hole left in its place. This emptiness dragged more tears out of her, even if she knew it was for the best.
“For what it's worth... I don’t think the Alphonse I knew would object to this.” Anjean said. “He wanted to protect the land of Hyleigh and its people, but he also risked his life to protect the Mystic Realm from tyranny. I don’t think it mattered to him what shape the land took. He just wanted to help people. So I don’t believe that Hyleigh becoming New Hyrule would have upset him.”
Sitri took in her words for a few moments. She lowered her gaze to the floor, quietly sniffling. “I see... Thank you for saying so...”
Mikhaeyla joined her at her side, gently placing her hands on her shoulders. “I think that was very wise of you to let go of that power, Sitri. I’m proud.” Then she turned to face the crowd, each of them finally letting the tension leave their bodies. “Varuna, Albion, Ceres... It’s time for us to leave. Zoie, there is still a place for you with us. Would you like to come, as well?”
Not expecting to be addressed, Zoie looked around the room. His eyes washed over each member of the Knights there, but they settled on Link. The boy in green nodded earnestly. Seeing that, Zoie laughed a bit.
“Hah... Yeah, sure. I’ll go. Give this whole ‘knight’ thing a try... Maybe it will be good for me.” he said.
“I think you’ll do great!” Link encouraged him.
“Think so? Haha! Can’t disappoint you, then!” Zoie grinned. His smile softened a bit after that. “You know, I dunno if I said this yet... But I’ll say it now. Thank you, Link, for setting me straight. I owe you my life. I won’t forget that.”
Link cheerfully nodded, and they shook hands. “I won’t forget it, either! I hope we can meet again someday!”
“I...” Kuudo began. “I would like to join you, as well... Is that okay, Lady Anjean?”
“So, you wish to join the Grand Demonic Knights as your penance?” Anjean said. “Truth be told, I was considering that myself... Very well. Go see what you can learn with them. You have my blessing.”
“...! Thank you! I vow to atone for my sins, as best I can... And maybe I can help you, too, Sitri...” Kuudo said eagerly.
“I am happy to have you along. I think a Lokomo member would be valuable for my Knights just as much as it would be for you.” Mikhaeyla smiled. “I will send a messenger to collect the rest of the Order once we return, but... Otherwise, I think that’s everyone. Before we go, Rasta, I have something for you.”
Her loyal aide marched to her side. “Yes, Your Majesty?”
Mikhaeyla handed him a small red crystal, the same color as her magic aura. “Take this lifelink stone. I have a matching one. If you break it, mine will break, as well. Even across the sealed boundary of dimensions, you will be able to alert me if anything happens on this side.” she explained.
“Very clever, as always, Your Majesty. I swear to do my utmost to keep this land safe, just as you have vowed to do.” Rasta said.
Mikhaeyla nodded, and smiled sadly as she looked at him. “Yes... Let us both do our part.”
“Erm... Sorry to interrupt, but I have a question of my own.” Boyle asked, speaking up for the first time. “I understand the gist of things, but... What’s gonna happen to the Spirit Train here?”
“A fair question.” Anjean said. “Its purpose has been fulfilled, and so here in the Tower, it shall remain. I must thank you again for your work, Boyle. Your service will not be forgotten.”
Boyle bowed respectfully to her. “Your words mean more to me than I could ever express, Lady Anjean... It was the greatest honor of my life getting to drive her, and I’ll sorely miss her... But I understand.” he said, running his hand along the side of the Spirit Train.
“That about covers everything, then, huh? Time to get to work.” Tetra said.
The Grand Demonic Knights gathered in the center of the room; Mikhaeyla, Varuna, Albion, Ceres, Zoie, Kuudo, and Sitri. Even Chino returned to his place on the girl’s shoulder now, fully willing to go wherever she was going. That made Sitri feel just a little more at ease about leaving. She took one last look at the group, knowing she may not see any of them again for a long time to come. Of course, she couldn’t help but stare at Link and Tetra the most. Her voice wavered in her throat, but she had to tell them while she still could.
“Um... I... I’m sorry for what I said to you... And for trying to hurt you again... I hope you’ll forgive me.”
Link smiled and ran over to her, shaking her hands abruptly. “It’s okay! I’ll miss you, Sitri! You were a great friend!”
His honesty dug into Sitri’s chest, filling her with more remorse. She couldn’t hold back a few more tears from slipping out. “I won’t forget the days we fought together... I know I soured things between us, but I’m glad you still want to think of me as your friend... Thank you.”
“Yeah, you really gave me a heart attack, there.” Tetra said. “But... It’s not like I don’t get what you were feeling. I’m sorry, too.”
She stuck out her hand, and thought Sitri hesitated a bit, she still shook it. Her relationship with Link and Tetra started out rocky, and it seemed it was going to end rocky, too. But maybe that was fine. They were still willing to reach out to her, and that meant a lot to the girl.
“You guys... Thank you.” Sitri said. “Thank you for coming to Hyleigh... And thank you for saving it. I’ll miss this land, and I’ll miss you all.”
Crying once again, Sitri hiccupped and sniffled as she waved to her friends. She knew it was the last time she would ever see Hyleigh the way it was. If she ever got to come back, it would no longer be her home. It would be New Hyrule. But maybe, just maybe, as long as the people were still thriving, things were going to be okay.
But what was she going to do next? In her heart, Sitri understood that she was never going to be the Hero of Spirits. As much as that tore her apart, as much as it made her feel like she was at the end of the road, there was still more life to live after this. She was still alive, in spite of how it felt.
I thought this would be the end of me, but I’m still here... I’m going to live with Aunt Mikha from now on, huh? I think... that’s going to be nice. But... I still don’t know what I should do next, or who I should try to be... I don’t know what I am if I’m not the Hero of Spirits. What else is there? I hope I can find the answer...
Sitri felt a warm hand grip hers. She looked up and saw her Aunt Mikha smiling down on her, radiating love. At long last, Sitri felt like she could smile again, too.
Whatever I end up doing, I won’t be doing it alone. I’ll always have my Aunt Mikha there to help me... Maybe that’s fine. Maybe it doesn’t matter if I know right away... I think I just... want to try living.
With these thoughts running through her mind, Sitri felt herself pulled backwards, into a travel gate. This was it. The last sight she saw of Hyleigh. Her eyes darted around each face in the crowd, but they were inevitably drawn to the Lokomo Sword on Link’s back. She always thought that sword would have been hers. It was the blade her cherished ancestor, Alphonse, used to save the world. And it went to someone else. Someone more worthy.
She couldn’t help but wonder where she went wrong. What was the difference between her and Link? Why was he more worthy in the Spirits’ eyes? She badly wished she could have at least held that sword in her hands, held it close to her chest and felt what Alphonse once felt. But she knew there was no point in dwelling on it now. It wasn’t meant to be.
And so, Sitri shut her eyes away from it, saying her final farewell in her heart. The sensation of being pulled through a thin crack in a thick wall enveloped her, squeezing the worries out. Her new life was beginning now, and when she opened those eyes again, she would greet it with a smile.
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In the farthest western corner of the Forest Realm, removed from anything of note, a portal opened. Outside the reach of any prying eyes, the haggard and wounded Beelzebub stumbled out of it. He leaned against a tree, fresh blood still leaking through his suit. The injuries he suffered in that final battle were stubbornly refusing to close, likely because of the Bow of Light’s power. But he was still alive, and still just as rancorous as ever.
“Those most hateful worms... I am not finished yet. Somehow or other, Lord Malladus will be rescued from his unjust prison...” he rasped.
“And just how do you expect to free him now?”
This sudden voice startled the vile man, turning to the south with great surprise. Lying in wait for him was Byrne, barely recovered from their last encounter. His eyes were good and empty now, glowering toward Beelzebub with cold purpose.
“Ah. The pitiable Byrne again. How did you find me here?” Beelzebub spat.
“That would be thanks to me.”
Another new voice echoed in his ears, this time from behind him. Beelzebub snapped around and found the source of a magic signature that had been calling to him. This was the third time he’d felt the pull, but the first time he’d seen who it belonged to. It was a demon with dark hair and piercing eyes, wearing a ceremonial St. Versailles uniform.
“And who would you be? Some dog of Mikhaeyla’s?” Beelzebub questioned.
“At one time, yes. My name is Rasta.” he introduced.
“Rasta... The demon member of that loathsome Council. What could a traitorous insect like you want with me? Wounded as I am, I can still end your life in the blink of an eye.” Beelzebub growled.
“I wouldn’t, if I were you.” Rasta said calmly, producing a shining red crystal in his hand.
Beelzebub narrowed his eyes. “A lifelink stone... So if I kill you, Mikhaeyla will know.”
“Yes, she will. So it would serve you better to hear me out.” Rasta warned him.
Byrne stepped forward, joining Rasta at his side. The two of them together clearly had something to say to the man. Beelzebub sighed heavily, knowing that he had little choice but to oblige. Yes, he could easily kill them, but in his current state, he would not survive another round with Mikhaeyla, if she were to come running.
“Very well. Speak. I take it this has something to do with why you were calling out to me.” Beelzebub said.
Rasta nodded. “You may have realized this isn’t the first time I have done so. I was the one that led you to where the anti-magic ore was being kept, as well as the Goron’s stores of gunpowder. Consider that a show of faith.”
“Ah, so that was you? I’m sure Lady Mikhaeyla and the others have no idea...” Byrne whispered.
“Of course they don’t.” Rasta confirmed. “In truth, I am still loyal to Her Majesty. But my loyalty to Hyleigh has long-since expired. I have had enough of the Council’s despicable actions. When they turned out the refugees from the safety of their city, that was the last straw. I thought I should discreetly help you overturn their plans, so I’d have an excuse to take my wife and leave Hyleigh behind.”
“Hah. And yet they still succeeded, despite my efforts and your aid. What now?” Beelzebub sneered.
“Now, Lady Mikhaeyla has proposed something so preposterous that I simply feel I have no choice but to leave her service. I still trust her greatly, but on this matter, I find her judgement to be utterly absurd. That outlander, Tetra, is to be Hyleigh’s new monarch, restructuring the country into her New Hyrule. All because she has some royal blood in her veins. And the rest of the Council wishes to lay their duties on her lap. The lap of a child. It is unconscionable and ridiculous. The lengths they’ll go to in order to relieve themselves of any responsibility makes me sick... Not only that, but Her Majesty wishes to seal the boundary between our two Realms, believing you to be on the other side. She is spitting in the face of her history of coexistence and calling it noble. I can no longer stand idly by. Hyleigh deserves its death. That is why I have come to you directly.”
Rasta's explanation amused Beelzebub. “What else do you expect from a hive of cowards and traitors? So? What would you have me do, then?”
“I would have you wait.” Rasta said. “Bide your time for one hundred years. This is my price for keeping you hidden from the eyes of Her Majesty and the Lokomo.”
“One hundred years, you say... And why should I abstain that long?”
“If I can’t live out a peaceful life with Granye in the Mystic Realm, I shall simply do so here. My wife is a human, so I want to spend as much time with her as I can, while I can. I am asking you to wait until her natural life has run its course.” Rasta said.
“Hahahaha! You come before me, speaking of matrimony with humans? You should know how disgusted that makes me!” Beelzebub spat.
“And yet, you will allow me this, because the alternative is I break the lifelink stone and set Her Majesty upon you now.” Rasta threatened.
Beelzebub frowned, knowing he could not refuse. But he still wasn’t willing to comply without a fight. “So? Say I agree, and hide out here for the next century. Can you promise me success the next time I act?”
“I can. The others have overlooked a glaring flaw in their purification plan. Once the Temples have been constructed, they will give you direct access to the major fonts. If you slip inside and sabotage them, it will be far more effective than any of your raids ever were.” Rasta informed him.
Beelzebub’s mouth hung open for a few minutes, before curling into a delirious grin. “Hahahaha... Ahahahaha! Is that so? How delightful! I always knew those Lokomo were foolish, but this?!”
“You are just as misguided.” Byrne interrupted him. “Did you really expect Malladus’s body to still be in-tact after two thousands years in the seal? How were you planning on handling that problem?”
“... What? You mean to say... I need a vessel?” Beelzebub said, surprised.
“So that didn’t even occur to you? It’s no small wonder you lost.” Rasta said, pinching the space between his brow. “Then I shall tell you something else. Malladus’s power won’t be contained in any regular body. The only way you could revive him is if you use a vessel brimming with divine power, like that of the Spirits... or perhaps the sacred blood of Tetra and her family.”
“Hmm... I see. Yes, I should have realized that before... I admit, that mistake is my own.” Beelzebub said. “Very well. You have proven trustworthy. I understand what you get out of this, Rasta, but what of you, Byrne? What do you ask in return?”
Byrne clutched his chest with his hand, his voice shaking in his throat. “I want you to grant me power. The power to never lose again... To never feel vulnerable again... I refuse to remain as weak in body and heart as I am now. I want to be powerful. If I help you unseal Malladus, will he grant me what I seek?”
A wicked sneer spread across Beelzebub’s lips. “You really do know what’s good for you. We have a deal. However, If I am going to train you, you will have to do something for me...”
“And what is that?”
“As a Lokomo, you can wield the Spirits’ powers to craft sacred items, can’t you? There is a certain weapon I should like to find, created by a Demon King of the past... I suspect it’s in a Dark Realm, but if I am going to find it, I will need something like... a compass, to direct me to its location. Make me such a thing, and I swear to make you stronger than any Lokomo that has come before.” Beelzebub explained.
“A compass to locate a weapon made by a Demon King, is it? Very well. I will craft what you desire.” Byrne nodded.
“Delicious. Everything is in order, then.” Beelzebub grinned. “One hundred years is all that stands between His Majesty and freedom... I suppose that will have to do.”
“As promised, I will help you hide your identity here. I will also do my part to make sure New Hyrule is unprepared for you in the future. Living longer than everyone else alive today will certainly help with that.” Rasta said. “Just know that this is all the aid you will get from me. When you set your next plan into motion, I will stay completely out of it.”
“And I will grow stronger... Stronger than anyone else... So I never have to feel like this again...” Byrne prayed.
“Heheheh... Hahahaha! It will be an agonizing wait, I’m sure, but it will be so worth it!” Beelzebub rejoiced. “Yes, enjoy your peace while you can, you wretched insects! But New Hyrule will not be safe forever! Ahahahahaha!”
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“Whoa... What a view...” Gonzo said, slack-jawed.
“I can’t believe how vast this place is... Truly astounding!” Mako said.
Tetra’s Pirates gathered at the summit of the Tower of Spirits, standing at the edge under the canopy, letting the wind blow through their clothes. The sun was just beginning to set, blanketing the landscape in a gentle, golden glow. Each of them, Linebeck included, were completely stunned at the sight before them.
“Yeah, crazy big, ain’t it?” Tetra said. “The day we started the purification plan, Link and I came up here with Sitri. I wanted the rest of you to see this, too.”
“This is the land we saved!” Link said excitedly.
“And it’s the land that will become our New Hyrule... Still pretty hard to believe.” Tetra added.
“Amazing... Amazing!” Niko squealed.
“I knew continents were big, but this is just mind-boggling!” Senza agreed.
“All of this is yours now, Captain Tetra. Sorry... Princess Zelda.” Zuko said.
“Actually, wouldn’t I be a queen? I dunno... Whatever. Not like it matters.” Tetra shrugged.
“You know...” Linebeck said. “I know this isn’t exactly in character for me, but... I think this sight might be the greatest treasure of all.”
Everyone stared at him, their eyes popping from their sockets. In about three seconds, the quiet air was filled with raucous laughter. Linebeck turned as red as a starfish, huffing and puffing about how rude they were being.
“Yes, yes, laugh it up... But between that ring I got and this view? I think the view is even more special to me now. Too bad I can’t sell it.” Linebeck continued.
“Why would you sell it if it’s special to you? You’re a riot.” Gonzo laughed.
“Even so, this land truly is enormous... And you two covered the whole thing while you were helping to purify the fonts?” Mako asked.
“Actually, no... We did visit every Realm, but we still haven’t been everywhere yet...” Tetra said.
“Then let’s go see everything we missed!” Link said. “We’ve still got a lot of work to do... Helping the refugees and leading New Hyrule is important. But we can still have a new adventure while we’re at it!”
Tetra grinned and tapped her dear friend’s shoulder. “Yeah. We better go see what’s over every horizon. Then we’ll have plenty of stories to tell Nudge one day...”
Her entire crew nodded, and gazed out once more at the land their loyal crewmate gave his life to defend. Hyleigh was no more, and soon, their New Hyrule would rise up in its place. Tetra glanced over at Link, watching the excitement dance in his eyes. In spite of herself, she reached out for his hand.
Link was a little taken aback, but he grinned and squeezed her hand in his. Together, the two of them made a vow to dedicate their lives to their new home. The seeds of their future were sown now, and Tetra felt that somewhere, her father was smiling down on her. Maybe from the same place Nudge was.
As the sun sunk lower below the horizon, an indescribable feeling of anticipation welled up in Tetra’s chest. The work would be difficult, but she couldn’t wait to do it. Just like the rest of her crew, and especially Link, she had come to love helping others. And there was no better way to do it than to lead them into the future.
“Finally, we’ve done it...” Tetra whispered. “Our New Hyrule is going to be a light for the people here. I know it. I’ll make you proud, Father...”
Link nodded. He looked at Tetra, smiling brighter than the sun itself. His newly-blue eyes were shining with hope and courage and love. In those eyes, Tetra could see the shape her life would take.
“Yeah... We’ll do it together.” she said, hand in-hand with Link.
Finale
Chapter Forty-One
Hyleigh's Future
Chapter Forty-One
Hyleigh's Future
Sitri awoke early the morning after the final purification. Her head was aching from insomnia, and she didn’t move for several minutes after she first stirred. It felt like she was buried under a set of weights instead of blankets. Her cheeks were stained with tears after crying most of the night, and her eyes were too dead and puffy to fully open.
Still lifeless, she creakily rose to a sitting position, her lips hanging slightly ajar. Breathing felt too much like a waste of time, but her body continued to function against her wishes. She sat alone in a cheap room at an inn in Hyleigh City. Granye offered her a bed as she usually did, but Link and Tetra were staying the night with her, so it was the last place Sitri wanted to be. First Link stole the title of Hero of Spirits from her, and now he was slowly stealing away all of the other precious things in her life.
She wasn’t the Hero of Spirits. Link was. This knowledge crushed her soul into nothing but dust every time she remembered it. Yesterday’s events played on a loop in her mind, and it only hurt more with each consecutive run. The sight of Anjean offering Link the Lokomo Sword, without so much as a glance in her direction, punctured a gaping hole through her gut. She was so sick with grief and envy that she hardly remembered how to think about anything else, including what Mikhaeyla had said last night before they parted ways.
An urgent Council meeting was to be held in the current morning. The purification plan was a success, but Beelzebub had escaped. The next steps for Hyleigh were on the table for discussion. Anjean would be in attendance, as would everyone who helped with the plan. That included Sitri herself. Mikhaeyla requested she come, but Sitri could barely remember what her answer had been. Maybe she just vaguely nodded yes.
This memory rested on the edge of her mind, steadily dissolving like foam. It didn’t matter, did it? She failed to become the Hero of Spirits. They chose someone else. They chose Link. Did it even matter what she did anymore? Her life was over. Everything she fought and bled for, everything she lived for, was dead in her heart. There was no point in her staying involved with anything going on with Hyleigh.
She thought that, but her body still moved to get ready, as if by instinct or unconscious intent. Dressing herself that morning felt more difficult than any fight she’d ever been in. Eating breakfast was too much of a hassle, so she didn’t even bother trying. She clumsily ran her fingers through her hair as an attempt at brushing it, but that was the end of her morning preparations. It just didn’t feel worth it anymore.
Leaving some rupees on the counter, she trudged outside into the sullen alleyway cradling the inn. The sun was still low; just bright enough to illuminate the rooftops and crest over the city walls, but not high enough to brighten up the streets. She walked in the dark, the vague sounds of hustle and bustle still in their earliest stages echoing around her. Everything felt dull, from her senses to her body to her entire lot in life.
The Council meeting was to take place in the Tower of Spirits lobby, so she would need to catch a train. Her body walked toward the station, moving without input from her will. She really didn't want to go. Seeing everyone again after how she was shamed made her want to crawl into a hole and never come out. Even so, she mindlessly boarded a public train, mumbling her destination to the engineer.
For a moment, she wanted to use the Beldine Rule to get her fare waived, but did she really still deserve that? What would be the point in still trying to be someone great? She was no hero racing across Hyleigh to save the citizens. Not anymore. She was just the weak little girl who got skipped over. After a few moments of hesitation, she paid in full and took a seat in the middle of the passenger car.
As she leaned her head against the cold window pane, her chest started swirling with more anxiety. She was going to have to watch Link get venerated as the Hero of Spirits instead of her. Who knows what else they were going to do at that meeting? They might as well just tell her she wasn't needed anymore and send her on her way.
If that was what they wanted, maybe she shouldn't even bother going. If they wanted her to disappear, maybe she should. The train was moving faster now. The door to the back gangway was usually open. She could jump. If she waited until the train was at top speed, that might be enough to make her disappear permanently. Maybe that would be better than dealing with whatever was coming next.
The cushion next to her sunk in, pulling her away from such contemplations. She knew who it was without looking. The idea of meeting her eyes was suffocating, a feeling she was growing more familiar with lately.
“Sitri?”
That gentle voice belonged to Mikhaeyla. Sitri was too miserable to respond, or even acknowledge her. After all, it was her own Aunt Mikha who had initially vouched for Link and his friends, and she celebrated their success yesterday. Way to stab a girl in the back. Sitri hated feeling that way about someone she loved and trusted so much, and she hated herself even more for thinking it.
“I see you’re still upset... I don’t blame you.” she said.
Please, don’t. Don’t do this... I don’t want to hear it...
Sitri couldn’t get those words out of her throat, but Mikhaeyla seemed to understand from the way her body tensed up. She placed a caring arm around her and hugged her tightly. The gesture was appreciated, but it felt hollow. Even her aunt’s kindness didn’t feel real anymore.
“I know that things didn’t... happen the way you wanted them to yesterday. And I see you don’t want to talk about this right now. But I still think we need to talk about it.” Mikhaeyla said.
Sitri squirmed in her seat, pulling herself out of her aunt’s embrace. She didn’t answer or look at her, but her expression said more than her words ever could. Mikhaeyla let her move away, but still placed a hand on top of hers.
“We don’t have to talk now. The Council meeting is starting soon, anyway. But after it’s over... Would you please come home with me? We can share a pot of your favorite tea and just... talk. Like how we used to. Like when you lost your parents... I love you, Sitri. I hope you’ll let me be here to help you through this.”
The tears couldn’t stay inside after that. Sitri felt them drip down her cheeks anew, despite how badly she didn’t want them to. She still couldn’t speak, but she leaned back into her aunt for another hug. Mikhaeyla was always the one person she could count on. She was like a second mother to her, more than just her aunt and family friend. That only made her feel more betrayed by the way she supported Link and the others. She said she wanted to help her through this, but those words were bereft of meaning. Where was she supposed to get “through this” to? There wasn’t an “other side” she could come out on. The concept of an “after” didn’t exist. Her life had already ended. There was nowhere else she could go from here. She wished that Mikhaeyla would understand that.
But in lieu of such words, all she could manage to do was cry. And that wasn’t going to be enough. Not at all.
* * *
Quiet footsteps thudded through the southwestern threshold of the Tower of Spirits. Sitri walked a few paces behind Mikhaeyla, still dreading the idea of seeing everyone again. The closer she came to the lobby, the more she wanted to run away. Every breath choked into a knot in her throat. It felt like she was going to pass out on her feet. What was worse, her aunt’s back in front of her looked unapproachable, walling her off from the kindness she thought she knew.
The only thing that broke through this spiral of thoughts was a soft, round dove settling on her shoulder. It caught her completely by surprise.
“...! Chino...” Sitri gasped.
“Oh? Well, look who it is! I’m glad to see he’s still keeping you company.” Mikhaeyla smiled.
Chino cooed and nuzzled into Sitri’s cheek. His feathers were fluffy and his attention was comforting. She still couldn’t smile, but her expression did melt a little. She reached up and gave him a few pets with her finger, and noticed his canister was empty. He had come just to be with her, not to deliver any news.
“I haven’t seen you in a while, huh? I bet you were lonely... I’m sorry.” Sitri said.
Mikhaeyla smiled wider, seeming relieved at the apparent improvement in her niece’s mood. She turned ahead and entered the Tower’s lobby. Sitri’s fears came bursting back out of her chest, but with Chino by her side, she did feel a little better about going in there. He was just a dove; he couldn’t possibly betray her like the others did. Remembering that it was Mikhaeyla who had gifted him to her did sour it a bit, but not enough. Chino was her friend, maybe the only real one left.
Finally, she stepped out of the darkness of the threshold. In the lobby, a large gathering of people greeted her. All five of the Council members were already there, with much happier looks on their faces than when she’d last seen them. Anjean was standing before them, but none of the five Lokomo Guardians were with her. Boyle was there, too, gazing admiringly at the Spirit Train resting in the turntable. Kuudo and Zoie were standing with Ceres, Varuna, and Albion, all chatting amicably. Hawthorne wasn’t there; the man was so serious, he probably elected to stay at the refugee camp just in case anything else came up. But Link and Tetra were there, alright, surrounded by their whole crew, standing at the center of everyone’s attention.
When Link saw Sitri, he smiled brightly and waved her over. The Lokomo Sword was still strapped to his back, which only made his friendliness feel hollow and deceitful. She averted her eyes and walked past him as fast as she could, that pit in her stomach beginning to swallow her up again. Link’s hand drooped down and his expression wilted, as if he didn’t understand why she ignored him. That only agitated Sitri even more.
Trying her best not to look at anyone’s faces, she found a spot to sit on the bottom step of the stairs that led up into the Tower. Chino stayed on her shoulder, quietly watching over her. Mikhaeyla, on the other hand, joined the backstabbers in the center of the room. Sitri felt more alienated from her than ever before.
“Good, it seems everyone is here. Then let us begin.” Anjean said.
“I notice the Lokomo who helped us purify the fonts aren’t attending.” Mikhaeyla said.
“Indeed. They will not be leaving their posts at the Sanctuary sites for some time.” Anjean explained. “The land’s Force is now completely revitalized, which means their power alone should suffice in creating the Sanctuaries and Temples. But this process will still take a few years. In the meantime, we must come up with a strategy to deal with Beelzebub.”
“He escaped again, I heard. From your report, it sounds like he retreated back to the Mystic Realm to recover.” Rasta said.
“The same plan of causing raids to drain Force shouldn’t work anymore, now that the fonts have been purified. I doubt he will be able to conceive of a new scheme so quickly. He will be back one day, but not any time soon, I should think.” Mikhaeyla said.
“So, then, it falls to us to prepare for that time.” Llewellyn said.
“We will also need to deal with the refugees. Now that the Sanctuaries are being built, the people of Kakariko and Great Bay no longer have homes to return to.” Rasta added.
“Yes, that is an unfortunate consequence.” Anjean said sadly. “I know it was under my orders, but I still feel apologetic for it. Sorting them out won’t be an easy task.”
“Needless to say, we can hardly agree on the best of days.” Darius said. “How are we going to get this done? I fear we may not find a resolution any time soon...”
“And we still don’t know what to do about Beelzebub, either... This ain’t good for us...” Mabufu said glumly.
Sitri watched them shuffle their feet around, anxious looks crowding their faces. These were heavy questions with no clear answers. The refugees would surely just have to assimilate into other towns, but for each person to pick up and move their entire lives around like that, it was going to be very unpleasant. Helping them choose where to go, finding them new homes, getting them back on their feet... It was a massive undertaking they were looking at. She wasn’t sure how to even begin tackling it.
There was one person among them, though, who had a sparkle in her eye. As if she was waiting for this moment, Mikhaeyla began to speak calmly and confidently.
“I actually have a solution to both of these problems, if you would be willing to hear me out.” she said.
“For Beelzebub and the refugees?” Tetra asked.
“Yes. In fact, this is something I’ve been mulling over for a long time now. I think we, and Hyleigh as a whole, are finally ready to hear of it.” she began. “Two thousand years ago, Hyleigh lost its royal family, and after the Great War, the Council was established in order to hold the country together until a new leader could be found. But no one suitable ever appeared... Until now.”
Sitri’s eyes widened. She straightened out her back and stared hard at her aunt. What in the world was she talking about? She couldn't possibly be suggesting...
“... Wait a second. No way.” Tetra said.
“You mean...?” Link gasped.
“Tetra, you have royal blood in your veins from a long-extinct kingdom, and every person here has borne witness to your commitment and leadership skills. You were searching for a place to build your New Hyrule kingdom... How would you like to build it here, from the ashes of Hyleigh?”
The whole lobby fell deathly silent. Everyone stared at her in complete amazement. Mikhaeyla had just proposed the unthinkable, something that the Council had long-since given up on ever bringing to fruition. After such a shocking statement, it was difficult for anyone to find the words to respond.
In that silence, Sitri felt her heart break into pieces all over again. Her Aunt Mikha, the woman who promised to be there for her, wanted Tetra to build her New Hyrule over Hyleigh’s remains. She couldn’t feel herself breathe anymore. Desperately, she told herself that she had to have misheard her. There’s no way Mikhaeyla would keep twisting the knife into her like that... was there?
“I... I don’t...” Tetra breathed. “Are you serious...?”
“Very serious. In fact, I’ve been planning this from the moment we spoke in Great Bay City, when I extended my hand to you in partnership. I knew you and your crew would prove yourselves capable, and you have surpassed my expectations.” Mikhaeyla explained.
“Since way back then?! You really are a crafty one...” Tetra said in awe.
“No way... Then... Are we settling here for good?” Gonzo said, stupefied.
“I can’t believe it... After all we’ve been through, we actually get to make our dream come true...” Senza said in shock.
“Haha! You see? I told you something amazing would come if we stuck around!” Linebeck said excitedly.
Link, who was normally the most enthusiastic of them all, was quiet and restrained. He looked at Tetra with concern in his eyes, rather than joy. “Hey... Are you okay?” he asked her.
Tetra covered her mouth and staggered into him a bit. “Man, I... I don’t even know what I am.” she said. “Tarno’s fortune... Jeez, was it really a hundred percent right? That’s insane... I never imagined we’d get to make our kingdom this way... But... Is that really okay? I mean... What do you all think?”
The Council members looked between themselves, knitting their brows in contemplation. Finally, Llewellyn stepped forward.
“I am more than happy to support Tetra as our new monarch. You and your crew have proven trustworthy more times over than I can count. I think this might be exactly what this country needs. ” she declared.
“For once, I completely agree.” Anderson said. “The way you stepped up to help us even when our land and its troubles had nothing to do with you... That valor continues to leave me breathless.”
Mabufu nodded, his arms crossed at his chest. “And I know I’m not the only one who watched those images in the sky. You two put your lives on the line to drive Beelzebub away, and we can’t forget about how ya got Zoie to switch sides. I’m behind you fellas, all the way.”
Darius grubbed his mustache, giving the matter serious thought. “Yes... I see what Lady Mikhaeyla intends now. She wants you to lead us Council members in our activities. Rather than the five of us unhelpfully bickering with each other, we should just follow your orders, since we all trust you. I suppose that makes sense... At least, I can’t find it in myself to complain.”
Rasta was quiet, staring at his compatriots and his liege in disbelief. He lowered his gaze to the floor for a few moments, and then took a deep breath.
“I have to admit, you are endlessly surprising, Your Majesty. I couldn’t have conceived of such a solution in a hundred years... I shall support them, as well. If you trust them, then so do I.” he said.
“I don’t believe it... You’re all really fine with this?” Tetra said, dumbfounded. “But... I don’t want to be a conqueror... I don’t feel right about just... taking over like that.”
“You aren’t. You are rising to the throne with the full consent of the Council.” Mikhaeyla said. “And I believe the people would gladly support the holder of the Lokomo Sword and wielder of the Bow of Light as their new leaders, as well. You are the ones who did what no one else could; you saved this land. And I think that it’s time Hyleigh had a fresh start, after all these years of pain and suffering.”
“If I’m being honest, Hyleigh has been long dead. We’re just saying it out loud now.” Anjean agreed. “It never recovered from the Great War. We’ve all been clinging to its ashes, trying to survive... I think now is the time for a new kingdom to spring up in its place. Hyleigh’s days of yore are in the past. I don’t think that’s a bad thing. I welcome you to breathe new life into it, Tetra.”
“Man... If even you want us to... I dunno...” Tetra said, still looking uncertain.
Link stood at her side, chewing on this enormous responsibility thrust upon them. Each of the crew members, too, looked as though a hefty weight had been placed on their shoulders. None of them knew what to make of it. It had been their goal for so long, and now that it was within their grasp, they struggled with taking that final step forward.
At last, Link spoke up. “I think we should do it. Nudge gave his life for this land. And... I want to keep protecting it.”
Tetra inhaled quietly when he said that. Her eyes quivered as she looked at her closest friend, and finally, she managed to smile.
“You’re right, Link. We’ve come this far. We should go all the way. For Nudge...”
“For Nudge.” their crew agreed in unison.
Mikhaeyla smiled widely. “Excellent. I’m so glad you’re willing to step up. I know this won’t be easy, and I am sorry for putting you on the spot the way I did. But Hyleigh-- rather, New Hyrule is going to need you.”
“We must inform the people at once! I’m sure there will be many opinions flying around, but I fully believe that everyone will come to accept it in time!” Llewellyn said earnestly.
“Hold a moment, we’re not done yet. There is still the matter of Beelzebub.” Mikhaeyla said, holding up a hand in front of the group.
“Ah, yes, you said you had a plan for him, as well. I must say, after your last revelation, I have to wonder what you will come up with next.” Anjean said playfully.
Mikhaeyla frowned, clearly showing that this next topic wasn’t going to be as happy. “This is... a difficult one to discuss. To be honest, I don’t really want to go through with it. But I fear it is the only way we can defend this land from further harm...”
“Your Majesty? What do you have in mind?” Ceres asked.
Hesitation crept over her face in great intensity. It was rare to see Mikhaeyla like that. She glanced around at every person in the group, and then cleared her throat.
“Since Beelzebub retreated back to the Mystic Realm, I think it should fall to the Grand Demonic Knights to hunt him down. But in order to prevent him from returning here under our noses, I... I propose we close the dimensional boundary between the Physical and Mystic Realms.”
Rasta gasped, though he was the only one who seemed to understand what she meant. “Are you serious, Your Majesty...?!”
Anjean seemed confused. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but... Are you proposing that Hyleigh, now New Hyrule, should cut contact with the Mystic Realm completely?”
“Only temporarily, but yes.” Mikhaeyla said. “I plan to call a meeting with the other Demon Kings and work with them to accomplish this. Given their disinterest in the Physical Realm, I doubt any of them would object.”
“I see... So effectively, it would be the same as how the Spirits of Light maintain the boundary to the Sacred Realm. It is very difficult for anyone to travel there without their permission.” Anjean said.
“Oh... That’s why it was such a pain for me to break in there that one time!” Zoie exclaimed.
“And why you never tried to come back afterward...” Kuudo said.
“We would undoubtedly tell if anyone attempts to cross the boundary that way. Beelzebub would not be able to escape our notice.” Mikhaeyla added.
“I see... And what of Harmony’s portal, then?” Rasta asked.
“I will close it, and set it up so that anyone who tries to use it becomes trapped in a Dark Realm, a space between dimensions. If Beelzebub attempts to slip back into Hyleigh through there, he will be caught like a rat in a box.” Mikhaeyla explained.
“You’re certainly covering all your bases... For you to go to such an extreme, I can tell this means a lot to you.” Anjean said.
“It does... Beelzebub’s hatred of humans represents a failure on my part to exterminate such discrimination. I truly love this land and everyone in it... I will do everything in my power to see it safe.” Mikhaeyla proclaimed.
“It sounds like the Grand Demonic Knights will have to fully withdraw from Hyleigh, then, just as we promised to do. We had best inform Lord Hawthorne quickly.” Varuna surmised.
“I see... I’m awfully sad that we’ll have to say goodbye, but... It’s only until we catch Beelzebub, right?” Ceres asked.
“Yes. I pray that our task will be a swift one, as I don’t wish to be apart from our dear friends here for longer than necessary. Even so, I am prepared to dedicate the remainder of my life to keeping watch over this world, if need be.” she said gravely.
“As always, I will follow you, wherever you lead. I am prepared to do the same.” Albion said proudly.
“So you’re all gonna leave us, then. That’s a shame... Though I guess it can’t be helped. I understand the desire to wanna clean up your own messes.” Tetra said.
“No...” Sitri whispered, unheard by everyone else.
“Rasta, what would you like to do? I should like to leave the choice up to you.” Mikhaeyla said.
“... It pains me to leave your service, but I will remain here, with my wife. I vow to dedicate my life to standing watch on this side of the boundary.” Rasta said firmly.
“As loyal as ever... You have been my most trusted confidant for years, Rasta. I wish you and Granye all the best, and I hope I will get to see you again sooner rather than later.” Mikhaeyla smiled sadly.
“No...” Sitri said again, a little louder this time.
“So, we have a solid plan of action. Lady Mikhaeyla and her Knights will work to hunt down Beelzebub on their end, and our our end, we shall follow Tetra’s lead in restoring this land to glory, under her New Hyrule banner.” Llewellyn said.
“We’ve got a long road ahead of us, but I’m willing to put in the work. I always finish what I start.” Tetra said.
“I can’t wait to begin! All those refugees need help!” Link said.
“Hah, nothing ever changes with you. Even if we’re suddenly building our kingdom, I think we’re gonna manage okay.” Gonzo laughed.
“One minute, we’re pirates, and the next, royalty... Though I suppose Captain Tetra’s been royalty the whole time, hasn’t she?” Mako mused.
“Then... You can start going by your true name!” Niko said excitedly.
“Ah, yeah, I forgot about that... Though I still don’t really feel like a ‘Zelda’.” Tetra said wryly.
“Stop...” Sitri said, standing up from her seat on the edge of the stairs.
“There are a few other matters to discuss first. Link, I should like you to keep carrying the Lokomo Sword for a time, as a symbol to the people of this land.” Anjean said. “Tetra, about the Bow of Light... Its power exceeded even the Spirits’ expectations. Your divine blood drew out far more from it than any of us imagined. It may be too powerful to leave in mortal hands... I wish to entrust it to Rael and seal it inside the future Sand Temple, until the day it is needed again. This is the Spirits’ will, as well.”
“I understand... If I go traipsing around with somethin’ that strong, it might send the wrong message... I ain’t a conqueror, after all.” Tetra nodded.
Saying as much, she removed the bow from her back and handed it over to Anjean, who smiled in satisfaction.
“Your demeanor is well-suited for this, Tetra. You may call yourself a prate, but your heart is true and just. I fully believe the people will see that and accept you as you are.” Anjean said.
“Yes... I feel much aggrieved about leaving you all to this work by yourselves, but I trust you.” Mikhaeyla began. “When we first met, I sensed something special about you, but it wasn’t until I heard of your exploits that I truly started to-”
“STOP!”
Sitri’s scream put an end to the conversation. Everyone was startled by the hopelessness of her voice, and finally turned their attention to her. Chino fluttered away from her, frightened by her sudden shouting. Tears dripped down her cheeks, and her breathing was unsteady. Her hands were wrung up into fists, clutching the hem of her tunic in deep frustration.
“Why...? Why would you do this? You’re all... You’re all a bunch of liars!” she yelled in anguish.
“Sitri...?” Mikhaeyla gasped.
“Aunt Mikha, you... You want to be apart from me? After what you said on the train? How could you...?”
“Sitri, no! That’s not... When we spoke on the train, I was asking you to come with me! I want you by my side!” Mikhaeyla tried to assure her.
“No! You’re lying! You... All of you...” Sitri cried. “How can all of you do this? First you cover up all of Hyleigh’s important, historical sites... You wipe away everything Alphonse did... And now you’re saying Hyleigh’s dead?! How could you just give up on it like that?! This is our home! And you’re trying to change it into something else!”
The Council members looked at her with a mixture of dejection and bewilderment. None of them were ready for such virulent opposition so quickly. It didn’t seem like anyone else in the room was prepared for it, either. Mikhaeyla covered her mouth, looking hurt by Sitri’s outburst.
“Anjean, you lied to me, too...” Sitri continued. “You gave me this power and said I could be like Alphonse... I thought it was supposed to be me! I thought I was going to be the Hero of Spirits! It should have been me! Alphonse was my ancestor! I worked so hard for it... And yet...!”
She turned on Link and Tetra next, who looked just as horrified by her words as everyone else. Sitri’s sadness twisted into anger and jealousy when she looked at them. They were the worst of the lot. They pretended to be her friends, only to rob her of everything she lived for. Her whole identity.
“And you two! You lied to me, too! You promised you wouldn’t build your New Hyrule here! You promised to help me become the Hero of Spirits! But you lied! You stole it from me! You’re stealing everything from me! Everything I love... Hyleigh... The Hero of Spirits title... My Aunt Mikha, even... I won’t... I won’t forgive you!”
Sitri drew her sword and pointed it at Link. Sharp gasps rose up from the entire crowd, most of them backing away from the scene. Link’s eyes filled with tears of his own when he saw the state she was in. He didn’t reach for his own sword, but Tetra stood in front of him, holding out her arm in his defense. But this didn’t deter her. She couldn’t let things stand. Her home was on the verge of disappearing, and she was the only one who could still do something about it. The only one who could still make things right.
“You... That sword should belong to me... It’s mine! I’m going to take it back! I’m going to save Hyleigh from you! From all of you!” Sitri wailed.
No one seemed to know what to do now. Sitri took one shaky step forward, making Tetra narrow her eyes in both worry and regret. Link still refused to move, shaking his head at her as if to say no, he didn’t want this. Sitri continued to cry, her sobs breaking up the stifled quiet of the lobby. She took another step forward.
And then Mikhaeyla stepped forward too, in between her and Link. “Sitri... I’m sorry. But you need to stop.”
Sitri’s face contorted into rage as she felt betrayed all over again. “So you’ll still choose them over me! If you hated me so much, why didn’t you ever say so!”
“That’s not it, Sitri... I’m choosing you. That’s why I’m standing here.” Mikhaeyla said, a look of grief on her. “You’re straying from the path you wanted to walk... I’ve long-since decided if that ever happened, I would be there to hold you and tell you it would be okay. I’m here for you, Sitri. Please... Come here.”
Mikhaeyla opened her arms for her niece. She made no attempt to fight. Seeing this, Sitri’s chest tightened so much that she almost fell to her knees. But it still wasn’t right. This couldn’t be allowed to happen.
Aunt Mikha’s a liar... She’s choosing them, even now! She’s protecting them from me! She’s... She’s the one in the way! I have to take her down! That’s the only way Hyleigh can be saved... Yeah, it was all her fault all along! She’s the one who first supported them! She planned this from the start! She... She...
Sitri took another step forward. When she did, a spike of memories from her childhood flooded her mind. The way she cried into Mikhaeyla’s arms when she lost her parents. All the gentle head pats whenever she did well in her studies. The many times she was embraced and healed after training accidents. The day she first gave Chino to her. All the lessons and pots of tea they shared in her study. All of it filled the void in her chest, weighing her down.
No... That’s all a lie! If she really... If she really loved me, she should be on my side! She should be helping me! She should...
Sitri stepped forward once more. Mikhaeyla's face, full of compassion and concern, stared straight into her soul. Her arms trembled, even as she held them open for her. Tears were beginning to pool in the corners of her eyes, as well. This honest display of emotion finally knocked Sitri off her feet.
She collapsed to the floor on her knees, crying uncontrollably. Clutching her head in agony, it felt like her brain was unraveling itself in the most violent way possible. If she wasn’t the Hero of Spirits, she was nothing. No one would need her. No one would want her. She didn’t want to accept such a horrible, despairing reality. Hyperventilating, she looked at Mikhaeyla again, searching her eyes for any reason to get back up and fight for what she knew she deserved. All she found there was love.
A piercing pain struck Sitri through her heart when she saw that. That’s not what she should have seen, not after how she was betrayed. But no matter how hard she stared, nothing else but love revealed itself. This gentle, kind, unconditional love bored down into her, until at last, she dropped her sword.
“No...! I can’t do it...! I can’t attack you, Aunt Mikha... I... I love you...! So why... Why did it happen this way...”
“Sitri...” Mikhaeyla breathed.
Intense regret filled every bit of Sitri’s heart, and the dam broke. She buried her face into the floor and screamed as loud as she could. The idea that Mikhaeyla could ever be her enemy stabbed into her over and over. She completely despised herself for even conceiving of it. Did she want to be the Hero of Spirits so badly that she would even turn her back on her most beloved family? Or was Mikhaeyla the one who turned away from her? She didn’t know what was what, and it was splitting her apart, down to the marrow of her bones. It was far too much for her to bear.
“I’m so sorry! I’m sorry... I was really gonna do it... I thought you were my enemy! But I can’t... I can’t do it... I can’t do anything...” Sitri sobbed. “Everything's gone wrong... I hate this... I can’t take living like this anymore... Should I... Should I just die?”
When she said those words, Mikhaeyla was on her in a heartbeat, pulling the girl into her chest and holding her as tight as she could.
“I’m sorry, too, Sitri... I’m sorry that things turned out like this... I should have done more to care for you... I don’t want you to die. You’re my everything. You’re not just my niece... You’re my daughter. I love you... So please, don’t think of dying anymore...”
Sitri bawled loudly into her shirt, clutching her back with all the strength she could still muster. “I’m sorry... I’m sorry I called you a liar... I just didn’t know what else to do! I don’t know anymore... I don’t know what I can do...”
The two of them weren’t the only ones crying. Link was sobbing, too, feeling their emotions like they were his own. Even Tetra couldn’t restrain herself from sniffling, and quickly mashed her arm over her eyes. Kuudo had both hands clasped over her mouth, surely identifying with what the girl was going through. Each of the Council members hung their heads in shame, as did Anjean, who felt more responsible for this than any of them there.
“I see what you were saying before, Mikhaeyla... I apologize.” Anjean said quietly. “Sitri, I’m sorry that I got your hopes up. I knew what I was doing, and I thought that if you could benefit Hyleigh, then... Well, I should have to rethink my methods in the future if this is the end result. I am deeply sorry for what I did to you...”
“I’m sorry, too.” Link said. “I wasn’t trying to steal anything from you... I just wanted to help...”
“It’s not your fault.” Mikhaeyla reassured him. “Sitri, I know you wanted to be like Alphonse, and I know how hard you pushed yourself to do it... But I should have been more honest with you, about how much watching you do that was hurting me. I let you do as you pleased because I knew it made you happy, but... I always wished you would find a goal of your own to pursue, unbeholden by your past. Will you... come home with me to St. Versailles? I want to help you find a new dream, something that’s all your own.”
Sitri didn’t answer her right away, just kept crying in her arms. Mikhaeyla did love her. She did want her around, whether she was the Hero of Spirits or not. Finally, for the first time in a while, she felt secure in knowing that to be true. She hugged her aunt tighter, feeling mortified over her outburst. She didn’t think there would be an “after” now that everything she fought for had been upended, but maybe now...
I knew Aunt Mikha always wanted me to live with her... Just stay in St. Versailles and live a happy life at her side... Maybe it’s time I finally did that. Hyleigh is going to disappear now... It’s gonna become New Hyrule... I still don't know if that's a good thing or not, but... I’m so tired... I... I think I just need to rest... Put a stop to all of this and think things over from the beginning... And I wanna do it with her. With my Aunt Mikha...
Finally, Sitri pulled herself out of Mikhaeyla’s arms. “Okay... I’ll go.” she said quietly. “But first, there’s something I have to do...”
She stood up unsteadily, struggling to sheath her sword. Her first few steps, she swayed a bit, like she would collapse again. But she reached Anjean, and held out her hand.
“Please... Take it back. The power you gave me... I don’t deserve it.” she pleaded, her voice cracking apart.
Anjean nodded solemnly. “I understand. I apologize again for the burden it caused you.”
The old Lokomo grabbed Sitri’s hand, and she could feel her magic being pulled out of her. It was marginally painful, like a part of her very essence was being ripped away. Her connection to Alphonse was leaving her with it. The power he once used was gone from her body in mere moments, and even when she tried to focus on it, there was just nothing there anymore, a gaping hole left in its place. This emptiness dragged more tears out of her, even if she knew it was for the best.
“For what it's worth... I don’t think the Alphonse I knew would object to this.” Anjean said. “He wanted to protect the land of Hyleigh and its people, but he also risked his life to protect the Mystic Realm from tyranny. I don’t think it mattered to him what shape the land took. He just wanted to help people. So I don’t believe that Hyleigh becoming New Hyrule would have upset him.”
Sitri took in her words for a few moments. She lowered her gaze to the floor, quietly sniffling. “I see... Thank you for saying so...”
Mikhaeyla joined her at her side, gently placing her hands on her shoulders. “I think that was very wise of you to let go of that power, Sitri. I’m proud.” Then she turned to face the crowd, each of them finally letting the tension leave their bodies. “Varuna, Albion, Ceres... It’s time for us to leave. Zoie, there is still a place for you with us. Would you like to come, as well?”
Not expecting to be addressed, Zoie looked around the room. His eyes washed over each member of the Knights there, but they settled on Link. The boy in green nodded earnestly. Seeing that, Zoie laughed a bit.
“Hah... Yeah, sure. I’ll go. Give this whole ‘knight’ thing a try... Maybe it will be good for me.” he said.
“I think you’ll do great!” Link encouraged him.
“Think so? Haha! Can’t disappoint you, then!” Zoie grinned. His smile softened a bit after that. “You know, I dunno if I said this yet... But I’ll say it now. Thank you, Link, for setting me straight. I owe you my life. I won’t forget that.”
Link cheerfully nodded, and they shook hands. “I won’t forget it, either! I hope we can meet again someday!”
“I...” Kuudo began. “I would like to join you, as well... Is that okay, Lady Anjean?”
“So, you wish to join the Grand Demonic Knights as your penance?” Anjean said. “Truth be told, I was considering that myself... Very well. Go see what you can learn with them. You have my blessing.”
“...! Thank you! I vow to atone for my sins, as best I can... And maybe I can help you, too, Sitri...” Kuudo said eagerly.
“I am happy to have you along. I think a Lokomo member would be valuable for my Knights just as much as it would be for you.” Mikhaeyla smiled. “I will send a messenger to collect the rest of the Order once we return, but... Otherwise, I think that’s everyone. Before we go, Rasta, I have something for you.”
Her loyal aide marched to her side. “Yes, Your Majesty?”
Mikhaeyla handed him a small red crystal, the same color as her magic aura. “Take this lifelink stone. I have a matching one. If you break it, mine will break, as well. Even across the sealed boundary of dimensions, you will be able to alert me if anything happens on this side.” she explained.
“Very clever, as always, Your Majesty. I swear to do my utmost to keep this land safe, just as you have vowed to do.” Rasta said.
Mikhaeyla nodded, and smiled sadly as she looked at him. “Yes... Let us both do our part.”
“Erm... Sorry to interrupt, but I have a question of my own.” Boyle asked, speaking up for the first time. “I understand the gist of things, but... What’s gonna happen to the Spirit Train here?”
“A fair question.” Anjean said. “Its purpose has been fulfilled, and so here in the Tower, it shall remain. I must thank you again for your work, Boyle. Your service will not be forgotten.”
Boyle bowed respectfully to her. “Your words mean more to me than I could ever express, Lady Anjean... It was the greatest honor of my life getting to drive her, and I’ll sorely miss her... But I understand.” he said, running his hand along the side of the Spirit Train.
“That about covers everything, then, huh? Time to get to work.” Tetra said.
The Grand Demonic Knights gathered in the center of the room; Mikhaeyla, Varuna, Albion, Ceres, Zoie, Kuudo, and Sitri. Even Chino returned to his place on the girl’s shoulder now, fully willing to go wherever she was going. That made Sitri feel just a little more at ease about leaving. She took one last look at the group, knowing she may not see any of them again for a long time to come. Of course, she couldn’t help but stare at Link and Tetra the most. Her voice wavered in her throat, but she had to tell them while she still could.
“Um... I... I’m sorry for what I said to you... And for trying to hurt you again... I hope you’ll forgive me.”
Link smiled and ran over to her, shaking her hands abruptly. “It’s okay! I’ll miss you, Sitri! You were a great friend!”
His honesty dug into Sitri’s chest, filling her with more remorse. She couldn’t hold back a few more tears from slipping out. “I won’t forget the days we fought together... I know I soured things between us, but I’m glad you still want to think of me as your friend... Thank you.”
“Yeah, you really gave me a heart attack, there.” Tetra said. “But... It’s not like I don’t get what you were feeling. I’m sorry, too.”
She stuck out her hand, and thought Sitri hesitated a bit, she still shook it. Her relationship with Link and Tetra started out rocky, and it seemed it was going to end rocky, too. But maybe that was fine. They were still willing to reach out to her, and that meant a lot to the girl.
“You guys... Thank you.” Sitri said. “Thank you for coming to Hyleigh... And thank you for saving it. I’ll miss this land, and I’ll miss you all.”
Crying once again, Sitri hiccupped and sniffled as she waved to her friends. She knew it was the last time she would ever see Hyleigh the way it was. If she ever got to come back, it would no longer be her home. It would be New Hyrule. But maybe, just maybe, as long as the people were still thriving, things were going to be okay.
But what was she going to do next? In her heart, Sitri understood that she was never going to be the Hero of Spirits. As much as that tore her apart, as much as it made her feel like she was at the end of the road, there was still more life to live after this. She was still alive, in spite of how it felt.
I thought this would be the end of me, but I’m still here... I’m going to live with Aunt Mikha from now on, huh? I think... that’s going to be nice. But... I still don’t know what I should do next, or who I should try to be... I don’t know what I am if I’m not the Hero of Spirits. What else is there? I hope I can find the answer...
Sitri felt a warm hand grip hers. She looked up and saw her Aunt Mikha smiling down on her, radiating love. At long last, Sitri felt like she could smile again, too.
Whatever I end up doing, I won’t be doing it alone. I’ll always have my Aunt Mikha there to help me... Maybe that’s fine. Maybe it doesn’t matter if I know right away... I think I just... want to try living.
With these thoughts running through her mind, Sitri felt herself pulled backwards, into a travel gate. This was it. The last sight she saw of Hyleigh. Her eyes darted around each face in the crowd, but they were inevitably drawn to the Lokomo Sword on Link’s back. She always thought that sword would have been hers. It was the blade her cherished ancestor, Alphonse, used to save the world. And it went to someone else. Someone more worthy.
She couldn’t help but wonder where she went wrong. What was the difference between her and Link? Why was he more worthy in the Spirits’ eyes? She badly wished she could have at least held that sword in her hands, held it close to her chest and felt what Alphonse once felt. But she knew there was no point in dwelling on it now. It wasn’t meant to be.
And so, Sitri shut her eyes away from it, saying her final farewell in her heart. The sensation of being pulled through a thin crack in a thick wall enveloped her, squeezing the worries out. Her new life was beginning now, and when she opened those eyes again, she would greet it with a smile.
In the farthest western corner of the Forest Realm, removed from anything of note, a portal opened. Outside the reach of any prying eyes, the haggard and wounded Beelzebub stumbled out of it. He leaned against a tree, fresh blood still leaking through his suit. The injuries he suffered in that final battle were stubbornly refusing to close, likely because of the Bow of Light’s power. But he was still alive, and still just as rancorous as ever.
“Those most hateful worms... I am not finished yet. Somehow or other, Lord Malladus will be rescued from his unjust prison...” he rasped.
“And just how do you expect to free him now?”
This sudden voice startled the vile man, turning to the south with great surprise. Lying in wait for him was Byrne, barely recovered from their last encounter. His eyes were good and empty now, glowering toward Beelzebub with cold purpose.
“Ah. The pitiable Byrne again. How did you find me here?” Beelzebub spat.
“That would be thanks to me.”
Another new voice echoed in his ears, this time from behind him. Beelzebub snapped around and found the source of a magic signature that had been calling to him. This was the third time he’d felt the pull, but the first time he’d seen who it belonged to. It was a demon with dark hair and piercing eyes, wearing a ceremonial St. Versailles uniform.
“And who would you be? Some dog of Mikhaeyla’s?” Beelzebub questioned.
“At one time, yes. My name is Rasta.” he introduced.
“Rasta... The demon member of that loathsome Council. What could a traitorous insect like you want with me? Wounded as I am, I can still end your life in the blink of an eye.” Beelzebub growled.
“I wouldn’t, if I were you.” Rasta said calmly, producing a shining red crystal in his hand.
Beelzebub narrowed his eyes. “A lifelink stone... So if I kill you, Mikhaeyla will know.”
“Yes, she will. So it would serve you better to hear me out.” Rasta warned him.
Byrne stepped forward, joining Rasta at his side. The two of them together clearly had something to say to the man. Beelzebub sighed heavily, knowing that he had little choice but to oblige. Yes, he could easily kill them, but in his current state, he would not survive another round with Mikhaeyla, if she were to come running.
“Very well. Speak. I take it this has something to do with why you were calling out to me.” Beelzebub said.
Rasta nodded. “You may have realized this isn’t the first time I have done so. I was the one that led you to where the anti-magic ore was being kept, as well as the Goron’s stores of gunpowder. Consider that a show of faith.”
“Ah, so that was you? I’m sure Lady Mikhaeyla and the others have no idea...” Byrne whispered.
“Of course they don’t.” Rasta confirmed. “In truth, I am still loyal to Her Majesty. But my loyalty to Hyleigh has long-since expired. I have had enough of the Council’s despicable actions. When they turned out the refugees from the safety of their city, that was the last straw. I thought I should discreetly help you overturn their plans, so I’d have an excuse to take my wife and leave Hyleigh behind.”
“Hah. And yet they still succeeded, despite my efforts and your aid. What now?” Beelzebub sneered.
“Now, Lady Mikhaeyla has proposed something so preposterous that I simply feel I have no choice but to leave her service. I still trust her greatly, but on this matter, I find her judgement to be utterly absurd. That outlander, Tetra, is to be Hyleigh’s new monarch, restructuring the country into her New Hyrule. All because she has some royal blood in her veins. And the rest of the Council wishes to lay their duties on her lap. The lap of a child. It is unconscionable and ridiculous. The lengths they’ll go to in order to relieve themselves of any responsibility makes me sick... Not only that, but Her Majesty wishes to seal the boundary between our two Realms, believing you to be on the other side. She is spitting in the face of her history of coexistence and calling it noble. I can no longer stand idly by. Hyleigh deserves its death. That is why I have come to you directly.”
Rasta's explanation amused Beelzebub. “What else do you expect from a hive of cowards and traitors? So? What would you have me do, then?”
“I would have you wait.” Rasta said. “Bide your time for one hundred years. This is my price for keeping you hidden from the eyes of Her Majesty and the Lokomo.”
“One hundred years, you say... And why should I abstain that long?”
“If I can’t live out a peaceful life with Granye in the Mystic Realm, I shall simply do so here. My wife is a human, so I want to spend as much time with her as I can, while I can. I am asking you to wait until her natural life has run its course.” Rasta said.
“Hahahaha! You come before me, speaking of matrimony with humans? You should know how disgusted that makes me!” Beelzebub spat.
“And yet, you will allow me this, because the alternative is I break the lifelink stone and set Her Majesty upon you now.” Rasta threatened.
Beelzebub frowned, knowing he could not refuse. But he still wasn’t willing to comply without a fight. “So? Say I agree, and hide out here for the next century. Can you promise me success the next time I act?”
“I can. The others have overlooked a glaring flaw in their purification plan. Once the Temples have been constructed, they will give you direct access to the major fonts. If you slip inside and sabotage them, it will be far more effective than any of your raids ever were.” Rasta informed him.
Beelzebub’s mouth hung open for a few minutes, before curling into a delirious grin. “Hahahaha... Ahahahaha! Is that so? How delightful! I always knew those Lokomo were foolish, but this?!”
“You are just as misguided.” Byrne interrupted him. “Did you really expect Malladus’s body to still be in-tact after two thousands years in the seal? How were you planning on handling that problem?”
“... What? You mean to say... I need a vessel?” Beelzebub said, surprised.
“So that didn’t even occur to you? It’s no small wonder you lost.” Rasta said, pinching the space between his brow. “Then I shall tell you something else. Malladus’s power won’t be contained in any regular body. The only way you could revive him is if you use a vessel brimming with divine power, like that of the Spirits... or perhaps the sacred blood of Tetra and her family.”
“Hmm... I see. Yes, I should have realized that before... I admit, that mistake is my own.” Beelzebub said. “Very well. You have proven trustworthy. I understand what you get out of this, Rasta, but what of you, Byrne? What do you ask in return?”
Byrne clutched his chest with his hand, his voice shaking in his throat. “I want you to grant me power. The power to never lose again... To never feel vulnerable again... I refuse to remain as weak in body and heart as I am now. I want to be powerful. If I help you unseal Malladus, will he grant me what I seek?”
A wicked sneer spread across Beelzebub’s lips. “You really do know what’s good for you. We have a deal. However, If I am going to train you, you will have to do something for me...”
“And what is that?”
“As a Lokomo, you can wield the Spirits’ powers to craft sacred items, can’t you? There is a certain weapon I should like to find, created by a Demon King of the past... I suspect it’s in a Dark Realm, but if I am going to find it, I will need something like... a compass, to direct me to its location. Make me such a thing, and I swear to make you stronger than any Lokomo that has come before.” Beelzebub explained.
“A compass to locate a weapon made by a Demon King, is it? Very well. I will craft what you desire.” Byrne nodded.
“Delicious. Everything is in order, then.” Beelzebub grinned. “One hundred years is all that stands between His Majesty and freedom... I suppose that will have to do.”
“As promised, I will help you hide your identity here. I will also do my part to make sure New Hyrule is unprepared for you in the future. Living longer than everyone else alive today will certainly help with that.” Rasta said. “Just know that this is all the aid you will get from me. When you set your next plan into motion, I will stay completely out of it.”
“And I will grow stronger... Stronger than anyone else... So I never have to feel like this again...” Byrne prayed.
“Heheheh... Hahahaha! It will be an agonizing wait, I’m sure, but it will be so worth it!” Beelzebub rejoiced. “Yes, enjoy your peace while you can, you wretched insects! But New Hyrule will not be safe forever! Ahahahahaha!”
“Whoa... What a view...” Gonzo said, slack-jawed.
“I can’t believe how vast this place is... Truly astounding!” Mako said.
Tetra’s Pirates gathered at the summit of the Tower of Spirits, standing at the edge under the canopy, letting the wind blow through their clothes. The sun was just beginning to set, blanketing the landscape in a gentle, golden glow. Each of them, Linebeck included, were completely stunned at the sight before them.
“Yeah, crazy big, ain’t it?” Tetra said. “The day we started the purification plan, Link and I came up here with Sitri. I wanted the rest of you to see this, too.”
“This is the land we saved!” Link said excitedly.
“And it’s the land that will become our New Hyrule... Still pretty hard to believe.” Tetra added.
“Amazing... Amazing!” Niko squealed.
“I knew continents were big, but this is just mind-boggling!” Senza agreed.
“All of this is yours now, Captain Tetra. Sorry... Princess Zelda.” Zuko said.
“Actually, wouldn’t I be a queen? I dunno... Whatever. Not like it matters.” Tetra shrugged.
“You know...” Linebeck said. “I know this isn’t exactly in character for me, but... I think this sight might be the greatest treasure of all.”
Everyone stared at him, their eyes popping from their sockets. In about three seconds, the quiet air was filled with raucous laughter. Linebeck turned as red as a starfish, huffing and puffing about how rude they were being.
“Yes, yes, laugh it up... But between that ring I got and this view? I think the view is even more special to me now. Too bad I can’t sell it.” Linebeck continued.
“Why would you sell it if it’s special to you? You’re a riot.” Gonzo laughed.
“Even so, this land truly is enormous... And you two covered the whole thing while you were helping to purify the fonts?” Mako asked.
“Actually, no... We did visit every Realm, but we still haven’t been everywhere yet...” Tetra said.
“Then let’s go see everything we missed!” Link said. “We’ve still got a lot of work to do... Helping the refugees and leading New Hyrule is important. But we can still have a new adventure while we’re at it!”
Tetra grinned and tapped her dear friend’s shoulder. “Yeah. We better go see what’s over every horizon. Then we’ll have plenty of stories to tell Nudge one day...”
Her entire crew nodded, and gazed out once more at the land their loyal crewmate gave his life to defend. Hyleigh was no more, and soon, their New Hyrule would rise up in its place. Tetra glanced over at Link, watching the excitement dance in his eyes. In spite of herself, she reached out for his hand.
Link was a little taken aback, but he grinned and squeezed her hand in his. Together, the two of them made a vow to dedicate their lives to their new home. The seeds of their future were sown now, and Tetra felt that somewhere, her father was smiling down on her. Maybe from the same place Nudge was.
As the sun sunk lower below the horizon, an indescribable feeling of anticipation welled up in Tetra’s chest. The work would be difficult, but she couldn’t wait to do it. Just like the rest of her crew, and especially Link, she had come to love helping others. And there was no better way to do it than to lead them into the future.
“Finally, we’ve done it...” Tetra whispered. “Our New Hyrule is going to be a light for the people here. I know it. I’ll make you proud, Father...”
Link nodded. He looked at Tetra, smiling brighter than the sun itself. His newly-blue eyes were shining with hope and courage and love. In those eyes, Tetra could see the shape her life would take.
“Yeah... We’ll do it together.” she said, hand in-hand with Link.
And time ticks forward, one hundred years...
