Everything In Hyrule is finally coming back together. Things between the Gerudo and Hylain's are starting to simmer down, and trading among all races are at an upmost high quality. Everyone has moved on, and those who remember the horrific memories of Ganon and his rule over Hyrule, have pushed the thoughts to the back of their minds, forever forgetting them. Everyone, but me. I have to retain all of these memories, keep dreaming that I am once again on the battle field fighting numerus waves of enemies. Everyone has forgotten the once possible future, and me. Most don't remember the Hero in clad green, the Hero of Time. Those who do remember though, push me aside, not wanting to reminisce about the once future, and live their lives to the fullest. I am but a figment of the imagination, a myth, my story being one that a seven or eight year old would make up. I am someone forgotten, someone who only exists in a non-existent time. I have no one to comfort me. All who cared for me or I cared for, left. Impa, Darunia, Ruto, Naburoo…. Saria. All left to become sages, to protect the balance of good and evil with Zelda. And as for Zelda, princess of Hyrule, gets cherished and thanked, where as I get pushed aside, scrubbed away like dirt upon a shoe. No one cares that I saved Hyrule from the clutches of darkness, its old news to them, but it's forever stuck in my mind. To always remember, to see night after night in my dreams. I lost so much, and gained so little.
