A tense silence reigned at the edge of the Haunted Forest as Zelda and the other five maidens watched Seres heal the grievous wound on Link’s back.
Right after that dark fairy had impaled Link on the back, Zelda quickly rushed to him and ordered everybody to fall back. Once they were all within her range, Zelda teleported all of them out of the temple, next to the marker she had placed at the edge between the forest and Treacle Village.
Despite no longer being in danger, it was then when all hell broke loose.
“Link! Link! Talk to me!!” Zelda desperately yelled, hot tears streaming down her cheeks as she cradled the bloodied body of her best friend. “LINK!!!”
Paya had to physically pull the hysteric Princess away from Link so Seres could get to him and start healing him. The Sheikah struggled to restrain the crying Zelda, who wanted to go back to Link.
“Shhhh, it’s okay, Princess,” Paya had whispered to her, keeping her trapped between her arms.. “There’s nothing we can do but hope Seres can save him.”
The grass around Link’s still form was dyed a dark red, as blood wouldn’t stop gushing out of his wound, but with Navi’s help, who pressed a piece of cloth on the wound to block the bleeding, Seres was able to stop it completely, and focused now on repairing his body.
“He’s out of danger now,” Seres announced. “Still, I need more time to fully close the wound.”
That seemed to pacify Zelda a little. Still, the tension and worry for their only male teammate was palpable, even among those who weren’t particularly close to him, like Yazira or Morwen.
But one girl in particular that drew Zelda’s attention was Cinnamon.
Like the other two girls, she wasn’t very close to Link, as the two of them very rarely exchanged words. At least until recently. The way Link had volunteered to fetch her and Seres still stuck on the Princess’ mind, and once they were in the temple she had caught them whispering to each other.
The witch’s normally pale face had lost what little color it had, looking white as chalk. Her brow was sweaty, and she was biting her fingernails as she watched Seres heal Link. She was constantly fidgeting in place. The way Cinnamon acted was no mere worry for a friend.
It was personal guilt.
And as her mind put together the pieces of the elusive puzzle that had been bothering her, her grief and worry became cold anger.
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