Link sat on a log in some forgotten part of the forest. He was in the Lost
Woods, looking at Navi for the first in a long while. He had been looking
for her most of his life, and here, finally, she was.
-Hello, Navi, he huffed. Long time no see, eh?
-Hello, Link, she said in that familiar voice. You look a lot older than when we parted.
-I don't just look old, I am old, he replied. I've visited (and helped) many places over the years, and I've learned a lot from it. Some would say I'm a wise old man now, a sage. He chuckled. How about you, Navi? What have you been doing?
-Oh, this and that, nothing much, really, she answered. She felt a bit guilty, now that she knew of the active life her friend had had. By the way, have you met with Zelda again?
-Once, after you departed, he replied. Never since. Now, I think that was the one big mistake I did.
-Oh? And how come? She asked, puzzled. After all, the King and Queen of Hyrule were happy, and the kingdom was very prosperous these days.
-During my travels, I've come across a book about reading the future, he explained. Since, you know, I was curious, I've tried my hand at it.
-What?! She exclaimed. You can read the future?
-Only glimpses and bits of it, yes, and those shreds talk of a dark time ahead for Hyrule. I should've stayed with Zelda to help form a new Hero of Time. Oh, well. Navi, before I die, could you tell Saria something? He finished surprisingly.
-Yes, I. Hey, what do you mean, before you die? She asked, surprised.
-Well, yes, even Heroes die, he said. Then he paused, a thoughtful expression on his face.
-Well then, what is your message? She asked tersely.
-Wha. Oh, yes! Say to Saria that she needs to educate a Sage-apprentice. If she doesn't, well, times are going to get very rough, he warned. Now go, Navi, and goodbye.
Navi left, but before leaving the clearing they were in, she looked at Link, the Hero of Time, one last time. His wrinkled features were relaxed into a peaceful state and a smile was etched across his face. His spirit had gone into a place where one didn't have to worry about floods, destruction, Ganon nor the end of peace.
The Hero of Time was dead, and a northern wind started blowing, bringing with it the annunciation of a thunderstorm.
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-Hello, Navi, he huffed. Long time no see, eh?
-Hello, Link, she said in that familiar voice. You look a lot older than when we parted.
-I don't just look old, I am old, he replied. I've visited (and helped) many places over the years, and I've learned a lot from it. Some would say I'm a wise old man now, a sage. He chuckled. How about you, Navi? What have you been doing?
-Oh, this and that, nothing much, really, she answered. She felt a bit guilty, now that she knew of the active life her friend had had. By the way, have you met with Zelda again?
-Once, after you departed, he replied. Never since. Now, I think that was the one big mistake I did.
-Oh? And how come? She asked, puzzled. After all, the King and Queen of Hyrule were happy, and the kingdom was very prosperous these days.
-During my travels, I've come across a book about reading the future, he explained. Since, you know, I was curious, I've tried my hand at it.
-What?! She exclaimed. You can read the future?
-Only glimpses and bits of it, yes, and those shreds talk of a dark time ahead for Hyrule. I should've stayed with Zelda to help form a new Hero of Time. Oh, well. Navi, before I die, could you tell Saria something? He finished surprisingly.
-Yes, I. Hey, what do you mean, before you die? She asked, surprised.
-Well, yes, even Heroes die, he said. Then he paused, a thoughtful expression on his face.
-Well then, what is your message? She asked tersely.
-Wha. Oh, yes! Say to Saria that she needs to educate a Sage-apprentice. If she doesn't, well, times are going to get very rough, he warned. Now go, Navi, and goodbye.
Navi left, but before leaving the clearing they were in, she looked at Link, the Hero of Time, one last time. His wrinkled features were relaxed into a peaceful state and a smile was etched across his face. His spirit had gone into a place where one didn't have to worry about floods, destruction, Ganon nor the end of peace.
The Hero of Time was dead, and a northern wind started blowing, bringing with it the annunciation of a thunderstorm.
I do not own Legend of Zelda, but I do own this story, so don't touch!