After his journey to search for Navi, Link has changed his point of view of the world. The first time when he saw the moon which was about to fall down to Clock Town, he was very bewildered and realized that in this world, magic happens so frequently that people could not tell differences between it and the devious one. Link was just like other happy residents of that accursed town, completely oblivious to the fate of his own and any others. There were really bizarre things happening, but Link has never once questioned it – for his world has always been so clear and simple as lines on a sheet. Among thousands and thousands of swordsmen that were far more powerful and courageous than him, why was he the one to receive the Triforce of Courage? Why did Ganondorf want to take over Hyrule so badly even though he had had all the power and fortunes of this world to himself? Why did Zelda choose him to be the one she entrusted with all her hope and faith and not some Sage or loyal servants?
And the most recent of all, when Link carelessly felt down from the edge of mountain into a ravine, someone had saved him and carefully put him on a rock in the nearby cave. In the faint rays of light that was bend through the thick cover of waterfalls, Link saw a ghostly shade of red shaped a shadowed figure. The figure had had been staring at him for a while now. He guessed that it must have been the one that saved him. Even though his head still hurts and Navi was constantly asking him an abundance of things which he can't even answer, Link still recognized who the shadowed figure in the dim light is. Rather, he could not not to recognize who it was, as he was the one whom he had to duel to defense for the last of his dignity on the edge of death and defeat from time and time again. And this wasn't the first time his eyes had caught that gaze, that unfathomable, troubled gaze that had been staring at him. He could never look right back at it, for it was too somber and filled with anguished.
Link has never asked.
Ganondorf, why did you cry?
[Ever since a long time before, Zelda has often had weird dreams.]
Zelda swung the sword. Even though by her calculations, with this speed and angle the tree in front of her should have been cut into half; but it only got a slight scratch and it still stood there as if mocking her. Zelda panted, swiping the sweat off her browns. Her servants might thought of this as something redundant, because she's a girl or because she was born to be a princess, not a carpenter. But there's still something that drives her, something that urges her to leave the library every Saturday's afternoon, change out of her gown and go to the backyard with her sword in hand. A year has passed since Zelda picked up this habit, but the tree she used to practice on still hasn't budged. Zelda has has everything fully seen to – she even invited the best sword master of Hyrule to teach her, but things didn't seem to turn for the better either. He said that her problem lies not in technique, but in physical strength. Zelda stare at her own hands, wondering whether this has anything to do with the Triforce of Wisdom at all.
[But the weirdest dream of all, which is also the one that occured the most, is a dream about a land filled with a never ending chaotic war. Zelda stood among the battlefield, among the lingering corpses, neither afraid nor stirred. The sword in her hand was drenched in blood. All she could do was to dash ahead, like a killer, an instinct. And she search and search and search...]
Suddenly, from a branch of a tree, a figure dashed forward as quickly as a squirrel. Acting on instinct, Zelda blocked the incoming blow; but the movement of the stranger's sword has quickly gotten out of her control. The maids scrambled and was about to scream for the guards, but Zelda has signaled them to stop. It was just one of her friends.
- You are playing Ganondorf today?
Link did not answer, only gave up a faint smile. He felt happy that Zelda has been handling the sword so well; in fact, he felt that they could even begin to take a one-on-one match by now. Zelda pulled a hooked swing, intended to use the centrifugal force to strike the sword out of Link's hand. But Link was no ordinary swordsman, for he had fought with things that normal people wouldn't know if they exist. So situations like these were merely a simple task to him. He skillfully created slight friction as they crossed sword, which made Zelda's sword poped out from her hand. It went just as planned. But Zelda hasn't given in, either. She stumbled backward, conveniently sweeping Link's legs. Loosing control of his foot, he felt upon Zelda's body, as soon as she began to burst out laughing.
Link slowly closed his eyes and kissed Zelda on her cheek. The princess of Hyrule raised her hands and held the upper person's firm back closer to her. The maid blushed bright red, whispering to one another then hurriedly backed away into the palace. There were also times when guards sneaked a peek at the two of them while pretending they were still strictly doing their job. Link and Zelda were like the precious lovebirds of the palace, people thought that the two of them were meant for each other and not for anything else. Link weaved his hand through Zelda's silky smooth hair, letting his fingers slide on the princess' luscious curves, pulling her garments to her bosom. He let himself sink into Zelda's arm, where all the sweet scent and aroma of flowers across the country lingered. He kissed Zelda one more time, because he missed so much the feeling of the warm embrace of the motherland. Zelda slide her fingers under the rough fabric of Link's garment, felt the smooth skin underneath and also the scars that had long since swelled. How she craved to snuggle up into Link's hair – full of sunlights of a different color than those in this backyard – the color of undiscovered lands. After every journey, what Link brought back is far more than gifts – he brought back the breaths of the most faraway, mysterious hidden places…
They drift apart only to come together again. They were friends that held each other dear.
- They probably think we are really strange, right Link? – Zelda laughed, the two of them lying next to each other, watching birds fly over the serene blue sky. – But I guess it's better to be friends than to be lovers, isn't it?
Link nodded slightly, looking so innocent that Zelda just wanted to kiss him a few more.
- There are things that I can never understand. – Zelda stared into her own hands – But… isn't it better that way? Is it better for life to have things that I can't understand?
Link knew what Zelda meant, even though she hadn't said a single thing. Ever since they were little, Link and Zelda had had a deep connection, for they were unlike any other kids, or any other Hylians. Zelda and Link were in a separated world, a world of their own, wondering why no one had ever realized the unanswered questions about this world.