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Hi, all! You probably don't know me, but that's alright, this being my second work on here. As the description states, this is Link returning to Hyrule after the events of Ocarina of Time and Majora's Mask. R&R is appreciated, and stay tuned for more!
Seven years is a long time.
Some say that the years go by quickly, but I'd like them to try this on for size. Say you've been sealed away body and soul for seven years. It only feels like a few seconds, but when you wake up, you've gone from not even a teenager to being a young adult. Your childhood friends no longer recognize you, you home has fallen into ruin, and the whole kingdom is ruled by an all-powerful madman. Now let's say that you defeat this madman, and what happens to you? You get sent back those seven years. Now that might not sound so bad, but take into account that those are the seven years that the madman spends rising to power. Not to mention that you can't go back home, because you might interfere with the course of events. No, instead you have to travel the world. Once again this might not sound so bad. But that's not taking into account that you end up being stuck in a time loop, repeating the same three days over and over again until you have to save the world all over again. Throw in another seven years worth of things like that, and you'll be glad to see the end of it.
And today is that end. Through all the time travel, through all the wandering, through all the chaos that has been my life, I have counted the days, recorded them one by one, carving a notch onto the inside of my shield for each day, waiting and counting, and today is the day.
Today it has been exactly seven years since I returned to my childhood. Many times I have wondered if it was all a dream, a hallucination, or some other fabrication of my mind. But then I see the scars on my body, the sword in my hand (by now more of a dagger), and the ocarina in my pack, and I know. It was not a dream. I traveled to the future. I defeated Gannondorf, King of Evil. I returned to the past. And I traveled the world.
And I am coming home. I will be there with the people as they rebuild. I will be alongside them. By body has grown, becoming what it was when I defeated Gannondorf. With this body, I can work a plow, build a cottage, wield a blade, and return to the one I find that I missed so dearly over those long years.
Zelda…
I'm coming home.
So, yeah, it's not all that long, but there will be more forthcoming, which will actually have a goodly-sized chapters.
