Decision. Patience. Declaration.

By I wish I had skills

The Hero decided.

The Ordon sky was absolutely wonderful.

The refreshing morning air, still damp with dew, was clean.

The Hero waited.

She was looking, looking far beyond the shrouded mountains.

Into the East, where the young dawn, fingertips of rose, rises from fleeting sleep.

On the cool, soft blanket of moist grass the pair sat.

"Ilia."

Emerald orbs broke their stare into the sunrise.

Souls met.

The world disappeared, each filling the other's eyes.

"Yes?"

Her voice a silvery choir of angels.

Of Goddesses.

And the Hero spoke.

Rolling off his tongue, three words.

"I love you."