LoZ: The Reflection Behind the Door Chapter 3 (Patreon)

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Written by: Undertaker33

Artwork by: Better-With-Salt

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Princess Zelda had seen to it that Captain Vesmas was released and offered an official apology from the commander of the royal guard. There was also some discussion about the two branches cooperating more with one another, though Zelda had determined that any official relation changes between the guards could either be addressed by themselves, or brought before her at another time. She then explained the issue of teleportation to her guard and expressed her own frustration at being unable to control it. It was determined, due to the multiple instances, that should Zelda go missing from the castle at anytime, the guard was to send one guardsman to the nearest City Watch outpost, and one to Ianua’s Candy Shop. The one who would be sent to the candy shop was also to carry with him a bag of rupees, so that Princess Zelda may purchase some candies from Ianua’s stock.

Captain Vesmas was very kind in that he only moderately gaped at the size of her belly. Zelda tried to ignore the sensation of each guard looking upon her middle, though she was able to handle the discomfort slightly better, having grown used to them watching her anyways. She made her way up to her personal room and paused, standing before her bedroom door.

She looked over the face of the door. It was white, with golden trim set into decorative patterns. The emblem of the Triforce hung at near eye level. She raised her right hand and placed it upon the wood.

There was no sensation of magic that emanated from the door. It confirmed her suspicion that the door wasn’t trapped or tampered with in any way. Zelda had teleported herself to the store, it was her only explanation.

She opened the door and entered. Her room was obscured in the darkness of evening, and she flicked her fingers to send small flames of light to two wall candles, as well as one stationed upon her writing desk. She spotted her pile of books and pile of candy waiting for her upon her workstation and loosened a heavy sigh when she removed her shoes from her aching feet.

Next, Zelda pulled her tiara from her head, resting it upon a scale figure. She pulled her pink tunic over her head and looked it over. She spotted some marks of food from her feasting today, and hung the tunic inside of a special box in her closet. She then removed her white dress, treating it much the same, and closed a large iron door, sealing them into the iron box.

Zelda looked down at herself. She ran a hand over the smooth curve of her distended belly. The spark of pain mixed with something else, a slight crack of pleasure at the coolness of her own touch. Her stomach was uncomfortably warm, and she could feel herself churn while she digested the ten pies.

She tried not to think too much about it, but her analytical mind couldn’t help but try to place just how heavy each pie had been, and how she’d somehow managed to stomach so many. She curled her lips. “So much for starting that diet,” she said. She looked up and spotted her reflection in the mirror. She lifted her stomach and let it drop. A jiggle of softness spread outward from her center, causing her breasts to bounce in their undergarment and for her thighs to shake beneath her belly. She tried to remember if she’d looked at herself in the mirror at all lately. She couldn’t place the last time, though she’d most certainly not looked like this.

Still, she was more than ready to acknowledge that today had been one of her most exhilarating days in years. She’d gone out and done things, which sounded sadder than she had meant it too, but she affirmed to herself that it was true. She put her arms behind her head, looking at herself in the mirror, and just thought about all of the things she had done today, about the people and the competition and the candy. Oh goodness, the candy.

Zelda shook her head, clearing her mind. She had things to focus on and could have some more candy tonight while she studied. She turned back to the iron box inside of her closet.

Zelda summoned her will and snapped her fingers.

Inside the box, she could hear the waves of water rushing into and filling the small space. Another snap, and she heard the water begin to move about rapidly, and another caused the box to glow with heat. Steam trickled forth when she opened it back up, retrieving her now cleaned clothing and placing them with her others.

Then she removed a pink sheer nightgown from her closet and slipped into it. It was thankfully loose around the waist, which allowed it to flow over her belly rather than stretching and pressing against it. However, unknown to Zelda, as the nightgown had to now reach further to cover her tummy, it could not reach down far enough to completely cover her bottom. Her round and soft cheeks peaked out from beneath the fabric, showing her fine pink panties.

She made her way over to her desk, sat down in her comfortable chair, and pulled a book from the pile. She opened its front pages before her hand strayed over to the pile of her candy and pulled free one of the larger boxes of chocolates. As she read, her fingers sliced open the paper and pulled free their prize, and Princess Zelda began to eat once more.

Three hours passed, during which Zelda had eaten the large box of assorted chocolates, all of her chocolate mint cookies, the entirety of her new bag of chocolate covered strawberries, two individual jars worth of peanut butter chocolates, half a pound of caramel covered fudge, a bag of hard candies that were in the shape of monsters throughout Hyrule, and was chewing on her second pair of sour sandals when she closed her third useless book and moved it off to the side.

The next book, as well, looked to be a waste of her time. She’d committed much of these studies to memory, but she still had no concept of what she was looking for, so she read on. The History of Hyrule.

Her finger scanned over each page, receiving a refresher in a course she had poured over many times. Long ago, the three Golden Goddesses created the world. Din, goddess of power, Nayru, Goddess of Wisdom, and Farore, Goddess of Courage.

Something happened then, and Zelda felt as if a cloud of boring fog was being lifted from around her. She realized, after a moment, she’d just eaten the heel of a sandal, and could feel her mouth scrunch when she recognized the bitterness of sour taste.

She looked over the previous passage again and read it out loud. At the reading of each of their names, Zelda’s right hand grew warmer, and she noticed the faint glow of the Triforce recognizing the sources of its power.

Her senses began to come back to her. She saw the wrappers from all of her feastings, felt the tightness and heft of her belly. She had to focus her will, pushing the senses from her mind and read forth, passing over the emergence of the Demon King and of Hylia’s rebirth as Zelda’s ancient ancestor. The birth of Hyrule, its rise to dominance, and then of its civil war. She scanned these pages rapidly, hoping to feel the tug of light that she’d had.

She found it, where something nagged inside of her mind. The story of the Ocarina, where the evil Ganon had come forth as a man, Ganondorf, to deceive the kingdom and steal the Triforce.

The Triforce had refused to recognize the Demon King’s shell, splintering into three. Link, champion of Farore, rose up with courage to battle with Ganondorf. The hero was defeated, struck down by the overwhelming power of the beast, and history dictated that the great evil then stole both his Triforce and that of her ancestor. It was only though a desperate act of rebellion that the Princess had been able to raise the populace of Hyrule to stand and fight, and the wisdom of the seven sages managed to seal Ganon away.

Zelda’s right hand itched. She knew the story well, had learned from a young girl that it took more than just courage to win the day, but something inside of her was bothering her implicitly. She noticed her hand again and was caught off guard when the shine of her Triforce slowly began to pulse.

Heat was rising from her hand, and the soft glow lit the room like a comforting campfire. It bade to her, drawing her close.

She closed her eyes and sent her will forth, into the Triforce’s warmth.

Though she could see nothing, she was not alone, there. A presence seemed to glimmer, just outside of her invisible reach, and yet spun around and around her. Warmth, comfort, and energy all filled Zelda with a sense of tranquility.

“Who are you?” Zelda whispered aloud.

There was no response. The shimmer of gold twisted round Zelda. She could feel the divinity, the immense Will, and she knew whom held her in audience.

“Nayru?”

The glow seemed to sparkle, lights danced and twirled round her. Zelda was sure now that she understood. The Goddess felt her questions and gave her the discomfort, made her question the reality. She knew to push her forwards. “The ocarina. What happened on that day?”

Zelda gasped as her vision was suddenly shifted. She stood beneath a blackened sky, and in front of her stood a man with deep blue eyes wearing dark green. His face was covered in dirt, the right side of his cheeks dripped with blood.

Behind him, a giant man of shadow moved froth from the smog. The young man fell to his knees, then to the floor, and Zelda knew he was dead.

Then, something happened, something Zelda could not understand.

To either side of the prone figure came two spirits. One, almost his equal, though he glowed bright with golden light. The other, half of his size, but with just as much glow, and just as much courage.

Each of them turned, still incorporeal, and Zelda saw two more shadow figures appear. Each hero drew forth, made ready to face the darkness, and charged, carrying their golden light.

The scene faded once more into darkness. Zelda felt a tear roll over her cheek, as she knew she had just witnessed the death of the hero. The hero of her time. “A fracture,” she whispered as the glowing lights returned. “Time itself, it broke apart.”

The lights twinkled, though they still gave no words.

Zelda knew she was right. She clenched her right fist tighter and poured energy into it. She delved as much of her Will as she could, pushed as far as she may.

She felt it, pulling deep from within her middle. Her power was greater than she had expected, and she reached even further. She felt the thought, just outside of her grasp. A chill ran down her spine. The fracture was forbidden knowledge, but something worse had come. “Someone else knows.”

The lights seemed to dim, and Zelda felt their irritation. She wasn’t supposed to have done that, wasn’t supposed to have touched. But this was far too important to simply stand by and watch, she would not make her ancestor’s mistake. She needed to act, and therefore, needed to know.

“Who is it?” she demanded. “Who is moving against us?”

The lights dimmed further, until only a few sparkles remained. They pulled away, winking out one after the other, before only one glimmer of gold floated just inside of Zelda’s willful sight. And it began to whisper.

Majora.

Majora.

“Majora.”

A cackling laugh sprung Zelda from her mind, sent her chair toppling to the ground. She spun and saw it, floating just outside of her window. A young boy hung there, lazily in the air.

Upon his face was a darkly colored mask. It had spikes round its side that looked white as bone, and the markings of the interior told of long banished tribes. Purple flowed around its brow, filled over dark lines of red that circled large yellow sclera. In their center, the irises of the eyes were fastened to Zelda.

They were a deep blue.

Zelda let out a silent cry.

The inhumane gibber filled the air, and the boy twirled round and round. His blonde hair glowed eerily in the night, his deep green clothes melded backwards against the shadow. The figure came to a stop about thirty feet out.

“Won’t you play again with me?” the body of Link asked.

Zelda screamed. The glass of the window shattered, flying outwards towards the mask. It nimbly dipped, almost effortlessly dodging the shrapnel. She moved to the window, cast forth her hand. A powerful stream of flame sprung into being, blazing to him.

Again, the figure twisted, bending Link’s body unnaturally though the air. It crowed a wicked shout and screamed from above. “Let’s play hide and seek! One day is done, only two more to look!”

The door to Zelda’s chamber opened as she channeled her spirit. With a breath ripped from her heaving breast, she lifted her arm with fingers pointed to the sky. She felt the rush of wind billow up from beneath, slamming into the figure full in the chest. It twisted with laughter, soaring even higher into the sky, and vanishing behind the clouds.

She felt her rage turn, and she whipped to see several of her guard gaping either at her or out the window after the boy. Fire glowed inside of her hands. “Find me that mask,” she hissed, “so I may burn it to ash.”