He woke in a cold sweat, waiting for the sunshine to
evaporate his tears. 'It is a new day', he said to
himself. His lanky boyish figure rose off the bed and
stood in a slump on the cold wooden floor boards. His
toes jumped at the touch. His lightly tanned skin and
broad shouldered had a superb hint of muscularity piercing
through. He rushed over to the stream of sunlight from
his bedroom window and felt the warmth on his chest.
A million golden rays shone through his dirty blonde
Hair. He looked out the window for something he
couldn't put his finger on. It was the moment right
when you wake and your mind is completely clear. There
are no worries present. You are confident and self
assured. He let out a big yawn while he stretched his
arms to grasp the morning air. There was no smile on
his thin and rounded lips. They kept a steady pace
with his jaw and stood stagnant. This was odd for a
fairy boy. They were usually happy folk. They lived only in
their kingdom of peace and responsibility.
But link was no longer part of their peaceful little
village. He had grown substantially taller than
Kokiries are known to. He was not short and plump but
lanky and slightly muscular. He barely
remembered the boy in the village that existed once
upon a time. It was only a legend now. Lost to the
wind.
Link grabbed his tunic and belt and strapped them on. His belt rest just upon the line of his hip.
He pulled some fruit from his bag. He was careful not
to wake anyone in the house. He was a guest of the
family. They are nice enough to let a stranger like
Link stay in their home. He had found all of their
escaped chickens and they felt they had a debt to owe.
Link would never had taken advantage, but it included
a good meal and a warm fire. He jumped on the chance.
It was barely 6 in the morning when he strapped on his
boots to continue his travels. The youngest of the
homes residents ran up to him in surprise and begged
him to stay. "Puease" she said as her small four year
old face scrunched up next to his tunic. "I cant, I'm late already" he said in the warmest voice possible. In desperation he said "I
will be back to visit you, I promise". He swept off
out the door without a creak.
Outside the morning was fresh. Some of the older people
were up already beginning their daily chores. He saw
his steady horse Epona standing in a stall next to the
families home. She was sturdy, dark and muscular. She
was incredibly intelligent. In her he saw a face from
his past. Her long brown hair, and beautiful blue
eyes. A remembrance only the crisp air of morning
could bring on. Within seconds of remembrance Epona
was a horse again, chewing on hay. The memories from
his boyhood lingered like a gassy fragrance. They
were present but not welcomed completely. Things were
different now. They were different. He had changed
without realizing it. He jumped onto Epona with a
leap and gave a small 'yaah!' to get her trotting. He
left the small village with the feeling of a new
morning.
Within a few minutes of riding he remembered his
dream. He was inside of a palace lined with gold
patterns on the walls. Some of beasts, some of people.
It was all a kaleidoscope of pictures swirling in his
mind. Until a few minutes before he woke. Everything
went dark and he could swear he heard a voice calling
out his name. A voice that sounded like a young woman.
It was clear and crisp and as it kept calling his
surroundings became brighter. It said to him "Link you
must find them..". Continuing to repeat itself two
more times before the warmth of the sun brought him
out of his trance. As he rode the tick of Eponas hoofs
helped him keep his thoughts strait. He pondered if it
was something he had heard while in town yesterday. It
was unimaginable. Suddenly he remembered the face
behind the voice it came as an epiphany. He had heard
it only afew times before. One of which occurred nearly
eight years ago. He blurted out to the nothingness
around him "Its Zelda..".