I knew I would lose him.
I knew it before he was born. The great goddess Farore came to me. Her words shocked me, for he wasn't even brought into the world yet. She told me of his fate and the trials he would overcome. Tears welled up in my eyes. How could my unborn child have this destiny? How was it fair that I would not be able to be with him as he grew?
"He has had this fate many lifetimes, and will have it for many more. May he be watched over by loving eyes," she said, fading out of my sight and into the Goddess Realm.
Each growing day frightened me. Who would raise him? Who would sing him songs every night as he fell asleep? "Please keep him safe, oh Great Goddesses. Help him be strong, Great Din. Help him be wise, Great Nayru. And help him be courageous, Great Farore." I whispered these words to the night sky, hoping my pleas would be heard.
I remembered his father. Oh, how I loved him. He was a great warrior and a very loving husband. We would dance when no tune was heard and talk beneath the light of the moon. I miss him so much.
He left for the war not long ago and I longingly awaited his return. I couldn't wait to tell him the news of our child, before I knew his destiny. I was sitting by the window on a warm summer day. Through the glass in the distance, I saw a knight on one of the king's horses. As he grew closer, my hope for the fact that it was my husband diminished. The knight stopped at my door and I stepped out, fearing the worst.
My suspicions were correct: my husband was killed in war. The days began to grow colder from that day onward, and when Farore came to me I had hardly enough will to keep me alive. But I had to. I had to make it through for this child.
The day my son was born was the happiest I had experienced for a long while. The pain affected me little, for I was aided by Farore. When I held him for the first time, I saw that he had them: father's eyes. A tear rolled down my face as I whispered to him, "You will be strong like your father."
The few days I was able to still be with him were wonderful. He hardly cried: he was too busy giggling! I whispered stories of his father and of the Goddesses and of his fate. I knew he wouldn't remember but I felt that these words needed to be heard.
The war had raided upon our village after only a week after his birth. I knew what I had to do.
I saddled up the horse as quickly as I could. I held my baby close to me as I charged towards Kokiri Forest. The Goddesses told me he would be safe here. The horse raced across Hyrule field and into the forest. When I had approached the Great Deku tree, the arrow in my side became more painful. I knew I wouldn't live even a few more hours, so I whispered to the Tree.
"Watch over him while I cannot. Keep him safe and help him grow up strong," I said through tears. I kissed his small forehead for the last time. "Mother loves you so much. Father would have loved you, too." I drew my last few breaths, sweet forest air filled my lungs. "Be courageous, Link, destined Hero of Time. I love you."
I knew I would lose him. But he would have a great hand in the fate of Hyrule. And I couldn't be more proud.