(A.N.- Link's thoughts=~~ Zelda's thoughts=**)

Dark… Dank… Dingy…

Those were the words that described the place. Link watched on his small hard bed as a guard tiredly tapped his weapon on the bars of the other’s cells. Link didn’t flinch from the noise, but others did, as if they had gone insane.

And Link of course, minded his own business, and knew he was innocent, which was why he hadn’t gone crazy.

Another guard walked up to the one who was watching the cells and tapping his weapon on the bars.

“Its not for justice anymore, bud,” said the one guard. The other became confused.

“What are you talking about?”

Link’s ears perked of curiosity. He quietly listened to their conversation.

“The king is crashing the place down to rebuild the jail. He’s wanting some servants too, so we’re going to make use of these guys.”

~The king… Wants servants? But that can only mean…~

“He’s going to borrow one and sell the other guys as slaves.”

Link sighed. Could this get any worse, not only did he go to jail, but now he might even get sold to become a servant of some rich, spoiled noble.

“All right come on, lets get these guys out of here.”

A large group of guards entered and started to chain all the criminals up. Some fought back and some refused to go, but Link didn’t even bother wasting his energy.



Zelda watched, tired and bored, as her father suggested some servants.

“No! I don’t want a servant! I don’t need one!” she shouted for the four hundredth time. And her father replied with the same, “We are not leaving this room until you choose one. I am not giving up on you!”

Zelda crossed her arms and mustered the angriest look she could possibly have. She watched as her father sent in another servant.

“No,” Zelda simply said. Her father was frustrated, but he refused to give up.

“Send the next one in,” her father shouted to the guard.

Another slave walked in, and Zelda simply made the same reply.

“No.”

“Send the next one in.”

“No.”

“Send the next one in.”

At that sudden moment after her father’s words echoed out of his mouth, another person walked in, but it shocked and stunned Zelda that she had to force herself from fainting.

Link walked into the room, chained up like every other servant. His boots echoed through Zelda as events of him saving her that night flowed through her mind.

At first, it seemed like forever that he was walking into the room, but Zelda stood there, blown away at what happened to the man she owed more than just her life to.

Her father noticed this and grew a slight speck of hope in him.

“Well? Zelda? Will this servant do?”

“Why is this man a slave?” Zelda broke out. Her father looked towards the guard. He checked a piece of paper that he held of all the names.

“It says here that he murdered three men and stole from a shop in Kakariko.”

“Three men?” Zelda whispered. Memories flooded back as she remembered three men chasing after her that horrifying night.

Zelda then stood up. “Set him free,” she commanded, fiercely. She looked over to Link, who felt relief go through his mind. He smiled at her.

~Thank the goddesses. I might finally become a free man once more.~

Zelda knew and couldn’t bear to see Link suffer as a slave to some snotty noble, which it made her slightly happy to, bring him his freedom.

*This is it. This is payback for him for saving me.*

It was then like a balloon being poked slowly with a needle in her stomach. Her father put his hands on her shoulders.

“Zelda are you okay? You look a little pale?”

Zelda looked at her father with a burning desire. “Please set him free. He is an innocent man.”

Her father removed her hands. “Please Zelda, calm down. Why would you think this man is innocent? We have all the proof that he is guilty.”

“Because he stopped those men, from,” Zelda couldn’t say it. Her father put his hands on his hips.

“Look, I don’t have enough time to argue with you. Pick a servant, or we’ll finish this tomorrow.”

Zelda opened her mouth to reply, but looked at Link. Link gave her a look of hope. Zelda got the message.

If I can’t set free Link that way, then sending him back to jail or in a noble’s house will get him nowhere.

Zelda pointed at Link. “Him,” she simply said.

The king became confused. “Him?”

“Yes, I choose him,” Zelda said.