I sit at the spring on a rock, gazing at the full moon. I remember that time, so long ago when he was about to leave. Three years, four months and seven days. That is how long it has been since we last stood here, me, grooming Epona, he, waiting paitently for once.
I look at Link, green eyes concerned. "Link..." I say to him. "Just, promise me soemthing. Promise me you won't go out of your league, that you'll returned home safely? Please?"
the last time I saw him, he gave me a little wooden statue, and I gave him a whistle. I had just regained my memories, and it could not have felt better, greeting him, who was like a brother as though for the first time. And I remembered that little moment, three years, four months and seven days ago..
so long ago, and yet it seemed like yesterday. Three years...four months...seven..days...so long...so long...
My eyes drop closed, I slump against a tree, nearly falling asleep. My eyes snap open as I hear a noise. An injured animal, a fox perhaps, crying out. Where is it? There-to the right, in the forest. I sweep up my bag in my hand and run, noisily to where the noise was.
It is not a fox. At first I think it was a man, for I see only its-his feet, which have not changed yet. I round the corner, and come in full sight. I nearly scream.
"P-please..." he begs. "go...Ilia, go, now!"
my emotions conflict so much I do not bother to wonder how he knows my name. I shake my head; this man-this thing is in pain. But he continues to refuse back, enduring the pain on his own.
"You're injured-I'm not leaving you!" I cry, coming down to his level.
His blue eyes of a feral beast gaze into mine, willing me to go. At first they remind me of a boy I used to know... And then-they change. A smile curls across his lip, but it is no longer his. Instead it is that of a green-gray wolf, though his eyes remain the same.
This strange beast growls. He leaps up, I fall back, stumbling in the dirt, but I do not cry out. I cannot alert any hunters, or villagers-to do so would mean the death of this thing I felt that I once knew. He lunges forward, teeth meeting my throat. The last thing I see before the Journey to the Sacred Realm is a sorry look, and the eyes of man in the face of a wolf. As my spirit leaves Hyrule for the afterlife I can think only one thing.
This wolf was Link.