Sheik

It would be so easy. For all of her brave front, she is so weak inside. Sometimes, in the dark and quiet of her our room, I want to push her. Break free. Wiggle a fingerhandarm. Scare her. But I don't.

I exist in the tiny corner I sit in when she's in control thinks she's in control. Because she isn't.

Not by a long shot.

But she doesn't know it.

Her and her pretty giggle. Her and her pretty dresses. Long books and quiet conversations.

Not a fighter; that's my job. Let out the animal, make it fight, and then lock it back up.

But I go back because I have to. Because if I didn't, she'd be terrified. Everyone would be terrified. And Link...

I know he thinks I'm just her, looser and angrier, but I'm not. And living in her head, day after day after year, some of the feelings... especially about him.

She loves him, and her embarrassment is...

I flirt with him, almost subconsciously, and I'm not so dumb as to ignore that this is her doing this. Her controlling me. And that's why I go back.

Because I will have once chance. Once chance to squash her consciousness until it's nothing.

Because I know what it's like to be only in half control, and I'm not having any of that bull.

When I get out, I will stay out. I'll leave Smash Mansion.

Leave Hyrule.

Leave the boy that I don't love but do anyway because of her.

Leave anyone and everyone who knew her and I will run until I am just Sheik.

Never Zelda.

Not Sheik/Zelda.

Sheik