Omake: Fi-PT2

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Author's Note: This text was generated by training the 345M model of

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on the current text of Legacy of the Goddess, to an average loss of 0.12, with minor edits for grammar and formatting. Chapter 6.2 will be out soon

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"I have heard of their cause before, but we have not met."Impa frowned. "That's odd. What grounds would there be to request another assassination attempt against our people?"Taetus stepped forward and held out his hand. "It is our duty to bring you all the details, and to make every effort to clean up this mess. For now, anyway.""It will work," she said, after the other Sheikah woman had been telepathically murdered. "We do what we are told, and nothing happens.""The Lord General said he was ready to provide military assistance if the time allowed," Taetus said. "But we'll get to that in a moment.""It is most unnerving to say the least," Impa lied, the thought wholly unfulfilling."-Indeed," Vian said, taking off in the opposite direction. "Thank you for your service. I look forward to seeing you soon.""The northern forces have withdrawn and are on their way," Wymar said, drawing attention to himself. "As I was saying, the southern forces are still in the city center. We're off at the northern gate. The Hylia relay will be working safely again.""Affirmative," Fi said, floating to rest horizontally on the water's surface. "I understand.""Affirmative?" Vestele said. She was curious about who exactly were the Sheikah planning on staging their appearances to. This upset her, and she was quite sure it was none other than the assassins. "I should just ask - was there any other deity besides Hylia?"He frowned. "I don't know much. The guards told me not to talk unless... ah... I mean... when I had the chance.""Very well, you may leave," Fi said. "I will keep watch. Saruman has assigned three of his closest lieutenants to you now - two on your left and right, and two on your right and left.""Fi! Focus!" Zelda yelled. "Mother Above, is this a prank?""You will come to your own judgment," Fi said.All was not as it seemed.Moments of clarity slipped past her mind. Focus, she told herself. The guardsmen had gone their separate ways. That left her alone with the most beautiful woman she'd ever laid her eyes on. What else could she have done? Taken notes? She fidgeted as she scanned the paper. Maybe she should ask her to dinner?"Fate has something else in mind," Fi said. "Legacy wanted to test your mettle."Dare she say it?"Alternate timelines?" Zelda asked."Affirmative," Fi said. "Forgive my intrusion, Mistress; please continue."She scratched her head. "Anli, I don't believe anything has changed," she said. "I trust you've had a good outcome from the deal?""Good, yes," the templar said. "But take note of the straps around your mistress' neck when she goes up against the fronts. If she fails, the bodies will inevitably pile up around her.""Okay," Zelda said, confused."Now. Show her you mean business," Fi urged."But how do I know which directions to-""I'm no medic," Zelda said, exasperated. "Please. Please, I'd like to know how you know all this.""I am no Fae," Fi said."Fine," Zelda said, her frustration getting the best of her. She stormed from the room, calling for backup and readying herself for the inevitable.It didn't help matters that Link was nowhere to be found.Zelda had done well to adapt her tactics to the environments in which she found herself. The bulk of the fighting involved pinning down a single combatant and systematically working her to the ground until her defenses were low and she was utterly dependent on her for support. During longer combats, she would use her Spirit Link ability to summon a larger and more capable companion to force down her assailant. During a particularly fierce exchange, Zelda sent her Spirit Linked companion towards the face of her adversary so she could keep an eye on her prize."Your Grace, I have good news.""But that's bad news," Zelda's mother said. "Not good at all.""Bad for what?" Zelda's father asked."Just bad," her mother repeated, giving her a frown. "For killing Hylia, forcibly taking her place, and now," she said, grabbing at a pile of papers and pulling out a sheet. "It's all here. It's in these pages that I was most displeased. You can rest assured, Princess. I take responsibility if my expectations were too high.""Thank you," Zelda said. "But we can do better. What about Wymar? Has his attitude changed?""He's actually very accommodating," Lensa said. "He expects more of us. He expects us to do a better job of meeting his deadlines. He expects us to run more of the riskier stuff. And he expects us to do a better job of explaining the value of our work to the Crown.""All good points, but what do we do? The Blin are bad news. They won't stay like that forever. We can't just send in the army. The Holy Mother's trying her best, but she can't do it alone. I don't want to send the mothers of our children to war over a few unwise nobles trying to score a few extra rupees.""Your mother's counsel is valid as of right," Fi said, spinning.Zelda's mother quirked an eyebrow at her. Zelda's father eyed her quizzically. Zelda knew her by now, and with a fervor she found she couldn't shake."Fine," her mother said. "Whatever. Whatever Legacy wants.""Thank you," Lensa said, nodding. "And regarding Wymar. I appreciate your explanation. It was exactly what I wanted to hear.""Zelda?"Zelda nodded. "Yes, Progenitor?""I will do my best to to help you against our common foe," Progenitor said, waving a hand. "Golluk pays our expenses, and we're the worst off.""And what does that mean?" Zelda asked."It means that you can prove that the High Bishop really did commit the crimes he was charged with. That means, if you accept my test, then I can prove to the High Bishop that I really knew what I was doing. If I'm being charged now with a crime, I can easily prove that before the court. That's half the power of a preposterous lawyer."Zelda deflated. What could she say to that?"I'm not trying to manipulate you," Progenitor snapped, his expression neutral. "Just I don't know, sixty seconds from now, whether to accept your offer or not. You have everything.""No," she said.Progenitor rose from his chair and knelt before the table, lifting his arm. "Zelda, put your hand up. I have no fear of your hair getting caught, or of course I won't have any women telling me how beautiful they are. Only you would. But first," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Don't tell me you were planning to strum a fret before me.""I was planning to strum a fret before me too," Zelda replied, her heart racing in her chest. What could she say at this point? She was too vulnerable right now, and he knew that. "Tell me," she said."Mother?" Progenitor put his hand.Zelda nodded. She collapsed to her knees, looking desperate. "Mother was actually my father. The fact is, I was the queen's ward. But I never had the luxury of succession.""Pardon?" Progenitor looked to his right, regarding his left earring at the sight. "My mother was right? I was the one who gave you that magic," he said, his tone somber.It was a mistake.Braska stumbled out from behind a shelf and down the hallway, landing hard on his face. His eyes widened in disbelief and pain. His lips curled in agony as he tried to catch his breath. His other hand shot to his chest."N-No! I'm-"His hand went to her mouth to stop her from speaking. "Just a moment, Your Grace. It's okay." Braska said, wavering."No. That's enough. You need to lay low. Don't let anyone know you're injured. You'll do just that."Braska nodded, resigned. If he failed, Zelda would see. If he succeeded, she wouldn't. And if he fell, so did she. If he got up, who knew what would happen?"Now. Have you considered leading the defenders towards the palace? There may be a gateway somewhere within walking distance."Braska clenched his jaw. "No. There isn't any way we're letting that thing through."Zelda nodded, numb. There was only one way to find out. "Take the lift up to the second floor and take a left. You should see it."He knew it didn't matter at this point. Things were falling apart around him and everything he held dear was at stake."Warden? What's wrong?"Braska dropped his weapon. She caught him by the shoulder, surprised. He backpedaled, eyes narrowed, and came closer. She squeezed his hand."I'm sorry. But I'm afraid it's too late," he said.Zelda didn't like to show affection. To her it was just another form of royalty. But to the young man it was proof she cared; she was the queen after all, and this man needed someone to confide in. Someone to rely on in times of trouble.The display on the wall above her showed the various weapons the kingdom had at their disposal. Bows, crossbows, magic-made weaponry, and of course firearms. Simple as that. She had no idea what kinds of feats these things were capable of, and no idea what purpose they served other than to cloak her face and reduce her detection radius. Supposedly, such devices were used by the Sheikah to keep intruders back and prevent them from trying to stab them in the face with clubs."It's a shame. Most weapons are usable with practice," Zelda said with a smirk. "But there are only so many things you can do in a day.""Oh come now," the man said. "What Sheikah have time for this now? Supposedly, they're able to testify witness.""Are you okay, Mistress?" Fi asked."NO!" Zelda yelled, slicing across the stage. Shards of ice flew across the room. The ceiling caved in around them, and several hundreds of shards of tiny razor-sharp ice burst across the stage. Zelda only seemed to embolden herself, twirling in the air. She spun in the air. Her frenzy did little to quell her rage, and she summoned up the energy to fling herself across the room.No one moved. Only Seff rose from his seat, his eyes widening in shock and fear. He tried to collect his thoughts, but memories flashed in and out. In fact, he did not realize what he was doing. As he struggled to his feet, an opening appeared in the curtain that separated the two rooms. Zelda stepped in, laughing maniacally. To his horror, the light intensified to reveal Din doing cartwheels."Oh, what a pathetic creature you are!" Zelda said, stomping across the stage. "You pleaded your case loud and clear in front of Father. That was your right! But you can't-"A torrent of water crashed down on the stage, splitting it in two and soaking it. Arrows whistled as sparks flew. That was one small, icky mess."SEFF!" Zelda called, rushing to his side. "GET YOUR STAFF IN THE ROOM AND LET THEM KNOW THERE'S AN EMERGENCY! THEY NEED TO HOLD THEIR POSITION!""There's no emergency!" Seff said. "You're just drunk!"