A/N: The events take place before Skyward Sword, and replace those in the manga, although I don't ignore it completely; I consider it's the legend such as told by the peoples of Hyrule, several hundred years later.

This is a translation from French to English of my story Le Cycle des Âmes Liées. As I am still learning English, it is likely that there will be mistakes and sentences that aren't well built. You can signal those to me and I will address it as soon as possible.

Disclaimers: I won't do disclaimers for this story except for humoristic purpose, as I assume anyone who reads on this website already knows the stories we write on don't belong to us.

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Introduction

Time.

Without it, nothing moves, nothing lives.

It is an integral part of the worlds' web. Pull a thread, and the surrounding fabric will be disturbed. Replacing the material might be enough, and everything will be back to normal again. But if the one that is pulled breaks, then a hole will form. If this thread is part of our world's frame … Yes, time travelling is not dangerous just for the travelers, because those who get through the stitches of past and of future might catch on a thread as they pass by, and then undo the work.

Time eats away at the memory of the mortals.

So many things were forgotten, and of those that weren't, many were modified. History such as told by creatures endowed with consciousness testifies of it well. My past as well as that of my colleagues was largely erased by the flow of time, the omissions on behalf of those who told it and their oversights. Another part was exaggerated, embellished, mystified and simplified. There is still a trace of what was, to be found by analyzing the tales and legends. It is the stories weaved on the weft of reality that makes the best epics.

Time passes, changes landscapes, customs and people.

I have seen how the reality of some becomes the fiction of others. I saw traditions being established, then their origin be lost in the meanders of time. I noticed how much people changes easily to adapt itself to the upheavals which occur around them.

Time goes by, and our decisions forge the paths of the present.

I did terrible things for the greater good. It allowed to save many lives, but I have the feeling that if it was not for my incomprehension of the mortal, we would have been able to save more. Some have suffered so much by my fault. I owe it to them to change, to understand better.

One day, I won't be the same anymore, this I know to be true. But the archives I established will keep the memories of the brave ones who sacrificed so much in the hope of better future, to preserve the truth, and so, maybe, allow future generations to save itself when the time comes.