   She knew what it was like. Likely more than anyone else, Zelda knew what it felt like to have darkness creep through her veins, taint her soul and leave upon it a stain that she could not remove. There were nights in which she woke screaming because she could still feel his presence within her, her skin tinted green and covered marks that she could not bear to see. Even during the day, she was not granted reprieve with an anger that was not hers causing her hands to shake and tempting her to yell, scream, throw every last document from her desk, and smash every ink pot against the walls.
   Yes, Zelda knew more than most what it felt like to be at the mercy of evil, so when she found Garth she knew, in some way, how he felt. While sheâd not been forced to commit crime and sin in the way that he had, she felt a sense of solidarity between them, but it was not that alone that caused her to approach the ranger with intent to offer comfort.
    âSir Garth? Are you all right?â
*.:･â *ďž Â Â Â It was apparent heâd thought himself alone- distant from any other human soul as his thoughts carried him away. The sound of Zeldaâs voice brought him suddenly from such dark musings, the sound of a Princessâ tone snapping him to attention. He rose to his feet in a fluid movement, standing straight in her presence as due respect of her position.
      âPrincess Zelda-â Forest green eyes, in the low light they appeared blackened, darted sheepishly to the side. âJust... Feeling restless.â He dare not mention the truth of his troubles; of half memories so terrible, an entire year of memories suddenly existing in his mind where they once did not exist at all. ( Before there had been blissful amnesia- but the memories came back, oh they came back... ) âOr tired. Maybe .... Both?âÂ
     It was embarrassing- he did not even know what to tell himself, much less the Princess who cared enough to ask him.Â
