A Voice to Remember
At first, there was only darkness. Inky and thick, almost as if it shrouded his whole body, enveloping him in an inescapable grasp. He wasn't sure why he was there; in fact, he wasn't really sure who he was. Until… until he heard that voice. It was soft, sweet, and melodious. The sound of it filled his whole body with a burning light, freeing him from the clutches of the darkness. Dimly, he was aware of something draining from around him, his body being exposed to the musty air, a shuddering breath wracking his body as he breathed for the first time in, well, a century. Slowly, he regained feeling in his body, his fingers twitching erratically as he attempted to move. He laid there, the cool air washing over his body as he gasped, his lungs stinging with each breath.
His eyes slowly cracked open, darkness once again overwhelming him. He observed his surroundings, noting the dimly lit cave he must be in. Suddenly, he heard the voice again, telling him that he must wake up. He wasn't sure why, but that voice filled him with the power to move, his body limply pulling himself from the cold table. He felt strange, almost disconnected as his body moved slowly, pulling the "Shiekah Slate" from the strange pedestal. The voice called out to him one more time, saying that he was the light. The light that must shine upon Hyrule once again. He stumbled outside, wincing as the harsh light invaded his eyes, drunkenly staggering to the edge of the cliff. That was the first truly happy memory he had. The scent of the sweet forest air filling his body, bringing with it the familiar feeling of longing. The warm air caressed his body, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. His mind replayed the one thing that stuck out to him, one word that the voice had repeated to him. Link. He liked that word. Maybe he'd stick with that for a while.