Even if lunch had taken awhile to prepare, Zelda would have been content to wait. Milling around in Alastor's home unearthed more memories of her previous life in Songerein and waiting for lunch gave her time to parse through them on her own. Memories of previous meetings with Alastor, of previous visits to his home, came back to her with startling clarity, despite the gulf of time that had passed for the princess since she experienced them. They brought a bittersweet twinge to her heart. How she would miss these memories when she became an eternal dragon.
Fortunately, lunch arrived before Zelda could get too wrapped up in such thoughts. She gratefully accepted the seat offered to her, but hesitated for a moment. She had brought the Master Sword with her, having barely let it out of her grip since arriving in Songerein yesterday. She was reluctant to set it down, even in the company of someone she trusted. Forgoing good manners, Zelda turned the blade sideways and set it across her lap as she sat down.
Little wonder Alastor was curious about its current condition.
"It something of a strange story," she prefaced, though she knew that would probably only serve to intrigue the demon further rather than deter him. (Not that she was trying to deter him.)
"Some months ago, a strange substance began appearing throughout Hyrule. Anyone who touched it became ill or plagued by feelings of despondency or hopelessness. It came to be known as Gloom." As she said it, Zelda realized the Gloom sounded kind of like nightmare energy. How ironic.
"Link and I tracked its source to the ruins of Hyrule Castle and journeyed underneath to investigate. The underground portion of the castle is positively labyrinthian, you see, and my father strictly forbade me from going down there. When we got down there, I understood why."
Zelda hesitated, casting a cautious glance at Alastor, before continuing her story. "Deep beneath the castle, we found the remains of a man known as the Demon King—if you can truly call such a monster 'a man.' The Gloom was emanating from his shriveled corpse." Her lip turned up in disgust. "When we approached, he woke up and tried to attack me. Link tried to protect me, but he was injured in the process. The Gloom destroyed the Master Sword and nearly burned off Link's arm as well."
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Fortunately, lunch arrived before Zelda could get too wrapped up in such thoughts. She gratefully accepted the seat offered to her, but hesitated for a moment. She had brought the Master Sword with her, having barely let it out of her grip since arriving in Songerein yesterday. She was reluctant to set it down, even in the company of someone she trusted. Forgoing good manners, Zelda turned the blade sideways and set it across her lap as she sat down.
Little wonder Alastor was curious about its current condition.
"It something of a strange story," she prefaced, though she knew that would probably only serve to intrigue the demon further rather than deter him. (Not that she was trying to deter him.)
"Some months ago, a strange substance began appearing throughout Hyrule. Anyone who touched it became ill or plagued by feelings of despondency or hopelessness. It came to be known as Gloom." As she said it, Zelda realized the Gloom sounded kind of like nightmare energy. How ironic.
"Link and I tracked its source to the ruins of Hyrule Castle and journeyed underneath to investigate. The underground portion of the castle is positively labyrinthian, you see, and my father strictly forbade me from going down there. When we got down there, I understood why."
Zelda hesitated, casting a cautious glance at Alastor, before continuing her story. "Deep beneath the castle, we found the remains of a man known as the Demon King—if you can truly call such a monster 'a man.' The Gloom was emanating from his shriveled corpse." Her lip turned up in disgust. "When we approached, he woke up and tried to attack me. Link tried to protect me, but he was injured in the process. The Gloom destroyed the Master Sword and nearly burned off Link's arm as well."