Prologue -Emowhen-
Link bluntly refused to marry. Though he did LOVE Zelda, he had no wish to settle down at his young age of 20 years. He did promise, to stay with her a few days between travels. In turn, this is how Emowhen came to be. Princess Zelda had her child on a stormy day, early in the summer months, and the child came to be called Emowhen.
It isn't even known why Zelda herself chose this name, it was so and the kingdom rejoiced. Link was of course, far away, and unaware of his daughter. There was no doubt that Emowhen was Link's child either, she had the same fierce blue eyes, the same stable fingers. It was only 2 months after Emowhen was born that Link returned. He set eyes on the infant and crossed his arms. Emowhen was napping, and so Link stood very quiet so not to disturb her. His arm crept toward the edge of the crib, and he leaned gently over it, pondering whose baby it was. A small bracelet was around her wrist, and it was labeled. Bending down to get a better look, he read…
"Emowhen." The words clung to his throat. The writing was engraved; it wasn't one of the town's babies. That was for sure. The child was wrapped in a soft, baby green blanket, which was probably the finest baby blanket in the world. What a wonder this new child was. Zelda entered the room to check on her child, she wasn't in formal clothes either. Just a loose white shirt, and a faded blue skirt. It took Link a moment to realize who was hugging him; in the time it took her to realize her love had returned.
"Link, darling!" She exclaimed, burrowing her forehead into his shoulder. "I missed you so."
"Oh…its you Zelda, I missed you a lot too." He said awkwardly. "Uh… who's Emowhen anyway? Isn't you mom-dead or something?"
Zelda frowned and released Link. "Don't you remember?" She asked. "Please remember…" She waited, letting Link answer her question. Link sat, trying to remember the year before-his last visit was so long ago. Curse is memory!
"Oh!" He exclaimed. "We were discussing names-you just brought the subject up…right? So-someone named their kid after my favorite name?" He asked stupidly. Zelda grinned. He was half-right.
"Yeah…but-I named her." She told him. Link thought for a moment, waiting for his thought process to continue. He looked at Zelda, and looked at the child. He looked at himself too. It was odd. He was off saving the world while his kid was sleeping in her crib. How embarrassing. However, if he did not show love towards Zelda's pains of motherhood, it would depress her so. So he gave Zelda a long hug, and smiled even if he didn't have understanding…of what to do.
Link bluntly refused to marry. Though he did LOVE Zelda, he had no wish to settle down at his young age of 20 years. He did promise, to stay with her a few days between travels. In turn, this is how Emowhen came to be. Princess Zelda had her child on a stormy day, early in the summer months, and the child came to be called Emowhen.
It isn't even known why Zelda herself chose this name, it was so and the kingdom rejoiced. Link was of course, far away, and unaware of his daughter. There was no doubt that Emowhen was Link's child either, she had the same fierce blue eyes, the same stable fingers. It was only 2 months after Emowhen was born that Link returned. He set eyes on the infant and crossed his arms. Emowhen was napping, and so Link stood very quiet so not to disturb her. His arm crept toward the edge of the crib, and he leaned gently over it, pondering whose baby it was. A small bracelet was around her wrist, and it was labeled. Bending down to get a better look, he read…
"Emowhen." The words clung to his throat. The writing was engraved; it wasn't one of the town's babies. That was for sure. The child was wrapped in a soft, baby green blanket, which was probably the finest baby blanket in the world. What a wonder this new child was. Zelda entered the room to check on her child, she wasn't in formal clothes either. Just a loose white shirt, and a faded blue skirt. It took Link a moment to realize who was hugging him; in the time it took her to realize her love had returned.
"Link, darling!" She exclaimed, burrowing her forehead into his shoulder. "I missed you so."
"Oh…its you Zelda, I missed you a lot too." He said awkwardly. "Uh… who's Emowhen anyway? Isn't you mom-dead or something?"
Zelda frowned and released Link. "Don't you remember?" She asked. "Please remember…" She waited, letting Link answer her question. Link sat, trying to remember the year before-his last visit was so long ago. Curse is memory!
"Oh!" He exclaimed. "We were discussing names-you just brought the subject up…right? So-someone named their kid after my favorite name?" He asked stupidly. Zelda grinned. He was half-right.
"Yeah…but-I named her." She told him. Link thought for a moment, waiting for his thought process to continue. He looked at Zelda, and looked at the child. He looked at himself too. It was odd. He was off saving the world while his kid was sleeping in her crib. How embarrassing. However, if he did not show love towards Zelda's pains of motherhood, it would depress her so. So he gave Zelda a long hug, and smiled even if he didn't have understanding…of what to do.