Time. Time. Time. I'm so sick of Time. At first it seemed like Time was my ally, like I had all the Time in the world, and I could even control Time, but no-one, not even the Hero of Time, can truly control something so infinite. Even the Goddesses themselves cannot stop what they have set in motion. And now I am guardian to eternity, their thrice damned bastard child.
How many times now? I've lost count. How many centuries? It all seems like such a distant concept, and one that's left me bitter, and numb, like I live outside the legend that is supposed to be my legacy. Hero..? Hardly; I think it seemed so at first, if only to me. After all, no one else could remember. I wish I were so lucky.
It's been so long, and yet, the memories are all so perfectly, crystal clear. The first time was the worst, and possibly the best. I appear young now, but the first time was the only time I was truly young. The first time - the time no-one remembers - the time it felt the most significant, the time that took my life away. I wish I'd just stayed in bed.
So long ago…
It was early spring, and for the last time in my life, I had no idea what time it was. I was asleep, if the nightmare I was having could be called sleep. That was the first time I'd ever see the face of the enemy. My enemy? Or perhaps he was just my unfortunate counterpart, trapped, just as I am, in the curse of forever.
"Link? Link! Wake up Link! Can Hyrule's fate really depend on such a lazy boy?" The shrill, musical voice of a fairy. At the time I'm not sure whether I really heard or understood her words, but later.. It all became clearer somehow. Though, just then, I was happy to have a fairy to call my own, a friend. She was company, of a sort. And the Great Deku Tree wanted to see me, and only me? Specifically me? It was a big day for me; I had no idea that from the moment I'd awoken, the weight of the world had already been dropped on my sleeping shoulders. I was ten.