She sat there for hours, staring off into the waves and the slowly darkening horizon. Even after the sun disappeared and left her cold and lonely and blind. The tide, as it climbed steadily up the shore, soon kissed her feet, but she didn't move; she couldn't. She couldn't even feel annoyed that the wind, incessant as ever, continued to crisp her carefully braided and curled hair with salt and flicked the crusty locks harshly into her cheeks and neck until sore red marks formed.
If Link was right about his quest, and this world really was a dream, she wouldn't exist tomorrow. The Wind Fish's egg was broken, she could see it from the shore and that meant that any second now she would fade away into nothingness. She wondered what that would feel like, being nothing. Hopefully it didn't hurt too much.
Glancing back out to the waves, Marin noticed the horizon looked closer than before. She wished she could say goodbye to her friends and family, but it was too late to reach the village now. All the island girl had left was the strange boy she had found, and her determination to find him.
A picture floated to the surface of her mind, his blond, wind-tossed hair and eyes the color of cool, sweet ice shining as he gave her his usual quiet smile. Perhaps is she found a way to escape this world as he had, they could be together again. That thought brought a soft smile to her lips.
"I'm coming, Link. Someday."
Her wish for a seagull's wings had been replaced. She would see him again. Help him again. She could feel it. Marin stood, extended her arms and squeezed her eyes shut.
The sounds of crashing waves stopped. Moments later, she couldn't hear the birds or the wind in the trees. Everything she knew was gone. But she knew it would be okay. Her eyes opened again and she saw only whiteness. How could she still exist when nothing else did?
Marin knew instinctively that she did not look the way she had before. The hair she saw swirling around her in a halo was not her old strawberry blonde, but a dark brown. Somehow that felt more right.
There was another difference too, she could feel. New appendages on her back that, when she moved them, pulled at the air and caused little bursts of wind to buffet her face. Wings. Extending them, she directed herself towards the sun and took off towards the light with a wide grin pulling at her features. That was where she would find him. She just prayed this time nothing would come between them again.