Inspiration: North and South the miniseries, and "Didn't We Almost Have it All?" by Whitney Houston.

Author Note: This story takes place after TGwtGH. Saria is an adult in this story, if you would like to know how or why, read TGwtGH. If not, that's okay too. I do not own Legend of Zelda or any of its copyrights. It is owned by Nintendo EDA. Enjoy. ~ZR~

Special Out: This one is for the reader Amanda. I don't know if you'll read this, but I had you in mind when I started writing this.

Word Count: 5,984

The Covenant, The Keeper, and The Promise

Chapter 1

I remember.

I remember a time before all the responsibilities of adulthood. I remember being a young child running through the fields of Hyrule Forest and getting lost in the wonderment of it all. I remember a time when the greatest form of duty was simply assigning who would be 'it' in the next game of 'Find the Kokiri'. I remember the snows of the frosty bitter winters blanketing the evergreens of the forests, making them appear as ivory spears pointing towards the heavens. I remember the comfortable nights thwarting the cold days because of the fiery hearths at my or another Kokiri's home. We would congregate together nestled by the presence of the Deku Tree. My friends and I often used to sit together listening and embracing the guardian's warmth and wisdom.

I remembered it all.

However, that was many years ago, sixteen to be exact, and I was but a mere boy. Little did I realize my life was going to change forever shortly thereafter. My tenth year wasn't the normal coming of age rite that most children that age would undergo. My experience was quite extraordinary. To keep my explanation brief I will forego the unnecessary details. It all began one day when I was summoned by the Great Deku Tree. It was a day that started like any other day. However, on that day I was expected to garner a fairy, my fairy. I had been looking forward to my initiation for many weeks, I was more than ready. Nevertheless, when I was brought forth, I saw that the great spirit of the forest was gravely ill. It was a unprecedented and astonishing set of circumstances. However, since I bore witness to the incident, I was commissioned to make him well again. So, like any good Kokiri, I went forth and did what I was told. Even though I was eager, I had no idea what I was in for. Notwithstanding that fact, I did my duty with no questions asked. The Deku Tree was like a father to me, and if his life was in danger, then all the Kokiris' lives were in danger. Even so, I went inside the hallowed tree, I vanquished the monster causing the sickness, and prevailed in the end... but there was a cost. There was a great cost. With that first outing, it was only the beginning. I had no idea what was yet in store for me.

After freeing the Deku Tree, the great guardian sat me down and told me the story of my history, my true history. I found out then that I was a Hylian, not a Kokiri. I found out I had been blessed by the goddess Farore and was imbued with the Triforce of Courage. My heroism was not simply with the convenience of mere luck or happenstance. After learning of my past, I was commissioned from that moment forward to save the world, to save the kingdom, to save everyone. That entailed not living in the confines of the forest any longer. Needless to say I was beyond astonished upon hearing all this news, but it all made sense to me in the end why I was so different from the other Kokiri. However, I wasn't going to let my astonishment stop me. I was going to do my duty like any respectable Hylian, and I did. I was young, a boy of only ten years, but bravery was bravery, and I was not going to let Hyrule down.

After a leap in time of seven years, I proved victorious when I fought an evil creature named Ganon. However, I wasn't alone in that defeat. I had the aide of an infallible princess by the name of Zelda. I couldn't even begin to explain how important that woman was to the kingdom of Hyrule, and later how she became important to me personally. She was the sage, the prefector, the princess, and jewel of the royal family. Zelda undoubtedly could be called perfect. Every action she took was for a very specific reason, she lived and breathed Hyrule.

The aforementioned battle was nine years ago when I was age seventeen. With Ganondorf gone and the kingdom now back in times of peace, the princess who aided me then became my wife and queen, which in turn made me Hyrule's new king. I never imagined such a life for myself, but then again one could never assume who would be his future bedfellow. In short, not everything in life was what it seemed, or at times what we wanted it to be. I state this because the picture of perfection of the queen and I wasn't so perfect. In fact, I would be so bold to say that it was a cleverly disguised ruse. However, it was one I was willing to partake in it to keep Hyrule safe… even if it meant giving up the woman I truly loved.

That was a pretty distinguished pivot in the conversation.

Speaking of such, included in my past memories were those of a very dear friend, a girl with the most beautiful emerald green hair I ever beheld. Her name was Saria and she was truly someone special. I couldn't rightly espouse all the wonderful qualities about her, but her kindness and self sacrificing spirit were two things I admired about her very much. At ten I didn't rightly know what love was, I was only a child, but I felt it when I had to leave the forest that fateful day and she couldn't come with me. She gave me her ocarina and told me to never forget her. I never did, and even after seven years of slumber, I still remembered her. I realized then it was because I loved her. I loved her then and I loved her still. However, as fate would have it, Saria awoken as the Forest Sage at that time. She was given the responsibility to be one of the protectors of the Sacred Realm. Due to such an outcome, I never got the opportunity to tell her I was in love with her, nor did I think it would be deemed proper to tell her I loved because of her duty. There was also the issue of our lineage that acted as another barrier. I was a Hylian and she was a Kokiri. It just could never be, and I had to move on.

In any such case, a mysterious set of circumstances that dated back over a year, led Saria back into my life. It began interestingly enough when I met her to tailor some clothes for me for my wedding. She worked in a dress shop in Kakariko Village. She looked nothing like the young Kokiri from my childhood. Instead, she was this stunningly beautiful Hylian with emerald green hair and bright blue eyes. I was completely taken aback at her beauty, but it wasn't that that made me feel drawn to her. I felt this haunting familiarity with some of the things she said and did in that first meeting. I remember staring at her and marveling at her smile. I told myself then: "If Saria were a Hylian, she would look just like this." At first, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me, but over time she indeed proved to be the same Saria I grew up with in the forest… she was just all Hylian now.

I liked her all Hylian.

At the time it seemed like good fortune for me. The circumstance was too good to be true. Just in a previous instance before making her reacquaintance, I was thinking about Saria and wondered how she was fairing in the Sacred Realm. Truthfully, it turned out she wasn't doing so well. She had some heartfelt issues she needed to resolve… issues involving me. When I first saw her, I was in shock and awe of her, but I wasn't yet convinced of who she was. At the time, her past was a mystery. Her true line of work was a mystery. Everything about her seemed to be a mystery. Even so, it didn't take long for me to figure out who she truly was. However, again as fate would have it, I simply couldn't be with her. I wanted to, but I just couldn't. The circumstances were too complicated. However, I wasn't going to lie, I still wanted to be with her. I loved her to this day, but unfortunately life had a different destiny for me.

Currently I was on my way to Ordon Village. Ordon Village was a newly excavated town that I recently discovered a little over a year ago. I wasn't claiming ownership of its discovery. I still had no idea who had done that, but the town was now a small farming community. At its inception, the area was a mystery, a ploy put into place by the late King Daphnes. Needless to say, there were a great many secrets in that village. The former king made sure to conceal its true concordance, but when thinking about the former king I paused.

Daphnes, I thought

There was so much I recalled about him. He was a complicated man I remember not initially liking. He was always at odds with me regarding the decisions I made when I was his appointed knight. I could understand him better now as a king, but Daphnes was controlling to a fault. However, at his untimely death I finally understood why he acted the way he did. He wasn't the tyrant I thought him to be, but rather, he was a man with many many many secrets. I found it hard to dislike him once I understood the gravity of his reasoning. Now with me being king, I could empathize with him.

Rest in peace sire... I thought.

In the context of rulership, this first month was a whirlwind for me as a monarch. Understanding court life and all it entailed was an education in and of itself. Zelda helped get me up to speed, but ultimately the heavy decision making was mine. Everyone had high hopes for me, being the hero and all, but I wasn't so certain this political life was my forte. Even so, whether I wanted it or not, it was mine to commission and receive. I was now the king. King Link… who would have ever thought? Who would have believed a boy from the forest would be sitting on the throne of Hyrule? Not me, the last person to deduce this was me.

Anyway, assimilation of politics wasn't my natural barter, but I was a quick learner. I realized there were a great deal of vipers and swine in the court. I was working systematically to relieve them of their so called 'service', but it was a work in progress. Some were more clever than I gave them credit for and I already had a few enemies vying for me. I needed to be careful, but overall I had the backing of most of the people, and even a great deal of the court. It was just a few who were proving to be problematic. However, I suppose every king had their share of enemies.

I'll need to develop a more ratified strategy, I thought.

I stroked Epona's mane as I contemplated all this. She was my trusted horse whom I had for years, and I guided her deeper into the forests. She was probably my most loyal companion. No one had my back like my impeccable Epona. I had her as my steed since I was ten, but our union seemed like a lifetime ago. Even so, she was here with me now. Also too, regarding my recent departure from the castle, I had to maneuver very slyly to get away and be alone for this journey. A king was always supposed to have a guard or knight with him to protect him. I found it bothersome, but I understood the concern. If I were assassinated there would be social upheaval of the worst kind. There was no telling what the consequences of my actions could bring. However, it was a risk I was willing to take because of a promise I made.

A couple months ago Saria informed me she was getting married to a young doctor by the name of Ralph. I had my misgivings regarding their union, but I wanted her to be happy. In short, she invited me to her wedding and I promised her I would attend. I didn't care if I was king, I wasn't going to miss my best friend's wedding. The secrecy on my part was more than necessary in order for me to get away, but I did have to bribe my steward so he would vouch for my absence. I told him to make up anything that didn't sound too crazy. As for Zelda, I informed her I would be gone for a few hours. It wasn't the most kosher exit, but she and I didn't have the most kosher relationship. I wasn't going to get into that now, all it did was frustrate me.

I finally made it to the back of the forest where a bridge suspended in midair was waiting. I paused, dismounted Epona, then passed, remembering well the circumstances that led me here the first time in the past. I proceeded across when the lights in the distance gave evidence to a festival going on. I hooded myself so as not to be recognized. That last thing I wanted to be was a distraction on Saria's big day, and a king attending a wedding was a huge distraction.

Even so, I made quick work of the bridge and continued down the road to the impasse at the end. The trees in this area were magnificent, even at night. There was a kind of ethereal light that shined through from the canopy above, and I almost missed the beautiful spring resting in an alcove to the side. How could I have overlooked something so beautiful the first time I came through here? I needed to stop having such a one track mind, but tonight wasn't the night for it. I admired the spring for a moment longer and then continued on my way down the path. In the satchel I was carrying, I had Saria's wedding present and I wanted to make sure she got it before the ceremony. She told me the ceremony started promptly at seven; it was about half past six now. I quickened my pace as the lantern lights brightened in the distance.

When I went inside the main village, the entire square was decorated for the wedding. At the center was a small white chapel with some fabric material called tool and white flowers all wrapped around it, the centerpiece beckoned out to two rows of seats on both sides of the chapel. There were double rows on both sides. In the center walkway was a white carpet leading all the way to the back where I was standing. To the side was a pretty sizeable cake, decorated in white frosting, sitting on a table with flowers, plates, and goblets. For a humble setting, it looked pretty nice. It was my kind of venue.

I skimmed the area and caught sight of a sign in book for well wishers, but I was more interested in the person moderating it. They could possibly direct me to the Saria's quarters. I made that my first destination and walked over to the young man, then cleared my throat before I spoke.

"Excuse me," I said quietly, not wanting to bring any undue attention to myself.

The young man turned immediately and I made sure my hood was secured.

"Yes sir?" he asked.

I wanted to be as prompt as possible.

"Can you direct me to the bride's cabin?" I asked.

He grinned at me after giving me a quick once.

"Can I ask who's calling sir?" he asked.

I grinned myself.

"An old friend," I replied.

He raised a brow at how I said that.

"An old friend huh?" he asked with a hint of suspicion.

I nodded.

"That's right," I replied.

He raised a brow.

"You do realize she's getting married tonight right?" he joked. "Don't let the groom catch you... 'old friend'. You might have more than you bargained for."

I looked at him surprised, but then chuckled at his jest. He was more right than he knew.

"I'll be careful," I promised.

He then gestured for me to follow him.

"Right this way sir," he said to me.

He started down a path and I followed after him, making sure to keep my head covered. Around the short walkway, we stopped at a modest cottage and the gentleman escorting me knocked softly on the door. There was a delayed response.

"Who is it?" a female voice called back.

"It's me," the young man called back.

I raised a brow perplexed, because the girl didn't sound at all like Saria, but I remained silent. Soon after the door opened, and the woman speaking wasn't Saria but someone else. She could have possibly been a bridesmaid. She was dressed in a dark blue dress, her blonde hair was up, and she was quite pretty. In fact, she looked a little like the bridegroom.

His sister perhaps? I thought.

She groaned at the message bringer.

"Pinkerton what are you doing here?" she snapped. "You know Saria is nervous already! The ceremony starts in less than thirty minutes!"

Pinkerton raised his hands up in surrender.

"Sorry, sorry," he quickly apologized, "but the bride has another well wisher."

The blonde quickly cut her eyes to me and raised a brow.

"Who are you?" she demanded. "Saria isn't seeing anyone right now."

She was pretty straight forward.

I needed to appeal to her sensibilities as it were.

"I apologize," I began, "but I've known the bride since we were children. I just wanted to wish her well before the ceremony started."

She quickly gave me a suspicious once over.

"You can do that later," she stated.

I shrugged.

"I realize that, but I'd like to do it now," I said.

She looked slightly taken aback with my counter.

"You still didn't give me your name," she said.

I hesitated, not sure I wanted to go about this in this way. I didn't want to say my name and then cause mayhem to erupt throughout the wedding party. I had to think quickly.

"Can you just tell her… Mr. Killjoy is here?" I asked.

The young lady gave me a cocked eyed stare just then.

"What?" she said confused.

I cleared my throat again.

"Tell her Mr. Killjoy is here," I said.

The blonde looked to Pinkerton like he brought a mad man to their door, but at my request she went inside and did as I asked anyway. I listened from the outside.

"Hey Sar, there's some weirdo in a hood wanting to see you," she told her, "he says his name is Mr. Killjoy."

There was a brief pause, but I could only imagine Saria's face.

"Mr. Killjoy?" she repeated.

The blonde encouraged Saria's instant cynicism.

"Yep, that's what I said," she replied, "he sounds crazy."

There was another brief pause.

"Mr. Killjoy?" Saria said once again, but soon the realization finally hit her. "Oh my goddess! Wait a minute, what?! Mr. Killjoy!"

With that, I immediately heard some scuttling from the inside of the cabin and soon Saria hurried to the door. Her eyes were wide when she saw me and I was taken aback with how incredibly beautiful she looked. I mean seriously, she looked stunning. The blonde, now behind her, was also taken aback at Saria's reaction. Pinkerton too then turned back around to look at me. I kept my eyes on Saria.

"Hello," I said quietly with a grin.

Saria placed both her hands over her heart and smiled a huge smile.

"Hello," she replied quietly herself.

Pinkerton and the blonde were still looking at the both of us slightly off kilter. Saria's reaction was probably something they weren't expecting.

"Uh…" the blonde started, "you two know each other?"

Saria nodded, then turned around and looked at the young woman.

"He's a dear friend," she explained, "we grew up together."

The blonde then darted her eyes back to me.

"You grew up together?" she repeated cynically.

Saria nodded.

"Yes," she replied.

A look of concern spread across the blonde's face.

"Does… Ralph know him?" she asked cautiously.

Saria gave her an offhanded look.

"Of course he does," she said, "he was the one who formally invited him."

The blonde grunted.

"I don't remember a 'Mr. Killjoy' on the invitation list," she said.

Saria groaned.

"Well you don't have to because I do," she replied, "now get going for a moment, I want to speak with Mr. Killjoy alone."

I raised a brow, not sure that was a good idea after all that was happening.

"Uh…" I was going to interject, but found no words.

The blonde apparently shared my thought process.

"Saria…" she trailed, "the wedding starts in less than half an hour."

Saria placed her hands on her hips.

"And we're wasting time standing here discussing this," she countered.

The blonde looked at her surprised.

"Saria-" she tried.

"Ten minutes Gertrude," Saria interrupted, "just give me ten minutes, please Gerty."

The now known Gertrude was still hesitant and glanced over at me with open suspicion. I merely glanced back and tried to be as low key as possible.

"Fine," she said, "ten minutes, but Ralph better know about this!"

With that, Gertrude exited the cabin, but not before giving me another snide look.

That has to be Ralph's sister, I thought, and stepped out of her way.

Pinkerton too gave me the side eye before following Gertrude. I turned my attention back to Saria who was now gesturing for me to hurry inside. I couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm, she always had that kind of affect on me. I walked up the three steps into the cabin and she quickly closed the door behind us. I was finally able to remove my hood and she clasped her hands together excitedly.

"I can't believe you're here," she said, "I'm so glad you could come."

I smiled at her, and now in the light of the room I got a full view of her in her dress. She looked magnificent with her classic silk white gown and her hair was up in bun surrounded by white flowers. It was simple, but very elegant. She looked so perfect.

"I wouldn't miss your wedding for anything in the world," I said.

She seemed so happy I said that.

"Thank you so much for saying so," she replied.

I was quiet for a second and gave her a quick once over, then thought back to Gertrude a moment ago.

"I hope I didn't cause any trouble with your friend," I said, "that wasn't my intention."

Saria fanned the concern off.

"That was Gertrude and she's Ralph's sister," she explained, "I wouldn't expect her to be any other way when a handsome man comes knocking."

I chuckled with the way she said that.

"A handsome man visiting a beautiful woman," I added, "I guess that is a deadly combination."

Saria looked to the ground and blushed at my compliment. That was still her signature characteristic. She still blushed.

"I guess," she said, then fell silent.

The silence occupied both our ends for a moment and there was so much unspoken candor there. However, I didn't come here wanting to be a burden and make her think about the past too much. What could have been could have been wonderful, it just wasn't to be. I'd rather have her as she is now in some capacity than not at all. I simply wanted to wish her well and hoped her wedding turned out to be the happy occasion she always wanted it to be. I decided to change the subject.

"I got you something," I said, remembering the present.

Saria looked at me surprised.

"You didn't have to," she said.

I thought nothing of that.

"I'm aware of that, but I wanted to," I said, "it's your wedding."

Afterwards, I opened my satchel and pulled out a silk wrapped box. She took the gift hesitantly and I had a feeling she was going to love it when she saw it. She was twiddling with the box for a moment.

"Can I open it now?" she asked.

I nodded.

"That's the whole idea," I said.

She paused for only an instant, then quickly went to open the box. She made quick work of the wrapping and when she took off the lid, she held her hand over her mouth in complete surprise.

"Oh my goddess!" she whispered.

That was the reaction I was hoping for. In the box was a green onxy ocarina. I remember her having one once before, but I wasn't sure she kept it. This one I had especially made for tonight with her name engraved on it. It was the least I could do for all the wonderful memories she and I had together. Even so, when Saria looked up there were tears in her eyes.

"Thank you so much," she whispered.

My smile faded a little when I looked back at the gift. I wanted so much for us and it just seemed so unfair that it wasn't me waiting for her outside. I should have been that groom. However, I wasn't going to do that to her. I wasn't going to take this moment away from her by dumping my feelings on her and making her have to deal with that while she still had to say 'I do' to Ralph. That wouldn't be fair. I would just keep my empty words to myself. Words meant nothing if there wasn't something to be done about them.

"You're welcome," was all I said in reply.

She swallowed hard just then and she set the gift down on her dresser. Afterwards, she came over to me and wrapped her arms around my waist and hugged me tight. I hugged her back, but I knew I couldn't prolong this. I didn't want to slip and say something I couldn't take back.

"Link…" she whispered as she started to sob gently.

I took in a deep sigh and closed my eyes.

"Hey," I said softly, "don't cry, everyone's expecting you to look sensational. You don't want a tear stained face on your wedding day."

Saria was silent for a moment, then pulled back and looked up at me.

"No…" she replied, "I suppose not."

I stared into her eyes and I had to will myself to be strong for the both of us.

"Exactly," I said, "you've got to go out there and be the most beautiful bride any man's ever seen."

She stared intensely into my eyes when I said that. She reached up and caressed my cheek just then.

"Even to you?"she whispered.

I didn't reply to that, and she let her fingers linger on my chin.

"Link…" she whispered, "I lo-"

"I want you to be happy Sar," I interrupted, knowing what she was going to say, "and you can only have that with Ralph."

Saria clamped her mouth shut in that instant and stepped back after hearing me say that. She fidgeted with her fingers indecisively, then wiped her face of her tears.

"You're right," she said finally, "you're right."

She sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than me. I looked at her and hated this for us as much as she hated denying herself. It just wasn't fair.

"Of course I'm right," I tried to joke.

It didn't seem to work.

Saria walked back over to her dresser and sat back down. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, then looked to me.

"Are you staying for the ceremony?" she asked.

I nodded.

"Yes I am," I replied.

She seemed pleased to hear that.

"Good," she said, "then you better get to your seat, the show starts soon."

I stared at her for a long time with how she worded that.

The show?

I guess we all have to wear masks now, I thought.

"I better," was all I said in reply.

She closed her eyes, then looked at her reflection again. It was best in that moment I took my leave. This was only getting harder the more I stood here. With that, I turned and headed for the exit, but before I left I turned and looked at her once more and saw that she was staring at me through the mirror. Her eyes were once again filled with tears, but she quickly cut her gaze and looked away when I caught her.

Please Saria, I thought, for both our sakes.

I decided not to linger any longer and placed my hood back over my head. I left her cabin and paused before heading back to the main square. As I exited, I caught Pinkerton and Gertrude staring at me from a nearby cabin across the way. It seemed like I couldn't stay above suspicion for very long. It was no matter. I chose to ignore them and headed for the main square anyway. I wasn't going to ruin Saria's night. When I got back to the main square, I engaged a few eyes when they looked at me regarding my attire. Who wore a hood at night at a wedding? However, I couldn't worry about their inquiring faces, I took a seat in the back and hoped not to be noticed any longer. It seemed to have the desired effect.

Anyway, standing near the chapel now was Ralph, and boy was he a handsome fellow. His golden blonde hair shined even in the moonlight, he had a chiseled face and an almost too perfect of a pair of sky blue eyes. I could see why Saria liked him. I could also see them having some beautiful children together as well. I remember meeting Ralph last year and he seemed like such a decent, kind young man. He was a doctor now and he came from a simple, but loving family. That was just what Saria needed. She needed a man who was stable and would take good care of her. She had already been through too much not to have that.

A moment later, the live quintet strung their instruments. The ceremony was about to start. I looked over at Ralph and he was happy, but he looked nervous. I couldn't say I blamed him. What man wouldn't be? It was a huge commitment to live by. I remember my wedding day, and goddesses it was nerve racking. Zelda looked like the goddess incarnate in her white dress and veil. There couldn't have been a more perfect looking creature in creation that day, but I was nervous as hell. Those 'I dos' meant I was accepting the kingship and was swearing sovereignty and allegiance to Hyrule. Daphnes was right when he mentioned it being destiny. It certainly seemed that way.

The music then started playing a lovely Ordonian jig as the ring bearer and flower girl both walked down the aisle. They were adorable, as the little girl was throwing out too many rose petals at once, and the little boy seemed to be running to give Ralph the ring. A few chuckled at his antics, but at least he was trying. Next were the two groomsmen and the bride's maids. I noticed Gertrude look my way as she walked by. Hopefully she would forget all about me and focus on her brother since this was his day. Anyway, there was a quick change up in the music when Saria finally made her appearance. Everyone turned, including me, and had their eyes glued to the beautiful bride... and she was beautiful. She was now wearing her veil and the old man she traveled to Hyrule with a few years ago, gramps as she called him, was giving her away.

I grinned when I saw the old man. He wasn't very fond of me as I recall, and I couldn't say I blamed him considering the circumstances. However, I was glad he was still around to give Saria the honor she deserved. She had no family outside the Kokiri Forest. She was like a granddaughter to him, and she was marrying someone he approved. I remembered the time he scolded me when he thought I had ill intentions with Saria. He told me 'not to play with her heart'. I guess that didn't work out very well. Even so, Saria and the old man started the slow walk down the aisle, until she was finally given away to Ralph waiting for her at the other end. Ralph looked beyond excited when Saria stood opposite of him. I even saw him mouth 'You look amazing,' and she did… she really did.

The ceremony then commenced and the rest was history. I sat there and watched another man marry the woman I loved, but was powerless to do anything about. Even though I was king, there was very little I could do in her regard. And when the lovely couple walked by, I pretended to be happy for them and clapped like everyone else. I gave them their due congratulations the way any decent person would.

I put on the face.

I put on the mask.

Once the ceremony was over I hurried to take my leave, knowing I couldn't stay and socialize. I caught a glimpse of Saria before I left and saw she was looking for me. I gave her a parting smile and nod, then took my leave. That was all I could do to retain my pride. Even so, this was my opening effigy to the promise I made to her over a year ago. I wasn't sure how these coming years were going to work out. Maybe they would be good. Maybe they would be bad. Maybe they would be nothing special at all. I wasn't sure, I would just have to live them and wait and see. However, at least I saw Saria get married... at least I saw her attempt to be happy.

The next chapter will be up soon.