A single, emerald eye opened slowly, looking around blearily. It took in deep blue hues on a black background. With nothing else to see, it closed back up as its owner nuzzled deeper into her bed while covering her head with a wing. Even though there had been a voice commanding her to wake up, she saw no problem with another five minutes or so. Pushing through her exhaustion to open a single eye had been a monumental task. Not only that but whatever she was lying on was soft and warm.

She had no intention of getting up unless people were dying, the world was ending, or there was some other dire need for her to get moving.

Despite her internal declaration, she stretched with a wide yawn. As she did so, her head fell off the surface that had been supporting it. She huffed in irritation as she moved her head around, trying to find a place for the appendage without moving too much. After a second or two of exploration, she blindly found the edge again, however, she wasn't able to relax. For whatever reason, the object she was laying on had hardened. She shifted herself again, causing her head to bump into something in the process.

She froze. Though it had been for the briefest moment, she could have sworn that she heard a grunt. Raising a hand, she gingerly poked around with the tips of her fingers. Her heart stopped for a moment as her fingers trailed across what felt like a pair of eyes, a nose, and mouth just above her head. She had somehow fallen asleep atop someone else and nestled her head between the person's head and shoulder.

Her eyes snapped open as she pushed herself up quickly. Springing up to her feet, she nearly fell backward if he hadn't lunged towards her and caught her wing.

Both froze as they finally took a look at the other. Unlike her, the young man that had caught her wasn't covered in feathers and had neither beak nor wings. The only remarkable qualities he had were his bright blue eyes and bright golden hair.

As her eyes traveled downwards, she saw something that caused her to become flustered. The young man was naked save for his smallclothes. It took her a second to realize that she was in a similar state of undress. Unlike her, his eyes hadn't traveled from her face, but from his angle, they wouldn't have needed to.

"Pervert!" she squawked as she brought her free wing up and slapped him. She caught him by surprise, causing him to let go of her as he recoiled defensively. Instantly regretting her decision, the young woman fell back and cracked her skull against the floor. She curled up, cradling her aching head in her wings as she tried to cover herself at the same time.

"You okay?" The question was quiet and toneless, as though the inquirer wasn't actually concerned about the state of her well-being.

She peeked through her feathers to find him kneeling above her. Reacting quickly, she rolled away and climbed to her feet, still using her large wings to cover herself up and retain at least some modesty. To her ire, the young man in front of her had neither the decency to spare an apologetic glance or be the least bit abashed by his own near nakedness.

As though reading her thoughts, he turned away slightly so that he could only see her out of the corner of his eye. "Are you okay?" he asked again.

"What's it to you?" she spat.

He didn't say anything in reply.

"… I'm fine," she finally growled. Her head still hurt, but there was nothing he could do about that. Even if there were something he could do, she didn't want him anywhere near her.

He nodded before turning away entirely. She felt her beak tighten as he walked away. He had somehow pulled a woman on top of him in her sleep, let her fall and hurt her head when she tried to get away and then proceeded to ask if she was all right. Hadn't asked her name, if she was really okay, and worst of all, he hadn't even apologized for anything.

Suppressing her frustrations, for the time being, she turned her attention to trying to find a way out of the situation she was in.

The chamber was round, with a single black wall wrapping around them. Scrawled across its surface were symbols that shown with a soft blue light. Approaching a group of them, she tried to read them as best she could. No matter how she cocked her head though, there was nothing she could glean from them.

"Over here."

She glanced over at the only other person in the room. He was standing next to a pedestal that she could just barely out in the dim lighting.

"What?" she asked from a distance, refusing to get any closer to him than absolutely necessary.

"I found something," he replied, sounding unconcerned about their situation.

"Really?" she asked sarcastically. "I wouldn't have guessed."

He said nothing as he reached out and took hold of something she could just barely see.

"What is it?"

"That is a Sheikah Slate. It will help you on your journey."

She stiffened as she recognized the voice, looking around the speaker. The voice that was now telling her that she was the light of Hyrule was the same voice that had woken her up to begin with. In her discovery that she wasn't alone and her subsequent embarrassment, she had forgotten about the feminine voice.

She wondered briefly if she was going crazy as there was no one else in the room except the young man.

On a whim, she searched every recess of her mind, trying to determine whether or not she knew the voice. Try as she might, she couldn't find anything to that helped her identify the voice. Even more concerningly, she couldn't find anything of much use. Not only was she unaware of how she had gotten there, but she had no memories before her awakening at all.

She suddenly felt very small as it occurred to her that she had no idea how much she had lost. It was a terrifying thought, only mildly alleviated when she thought that maybe the person she had woken up with might have some idea of who she was. If he was experiencing the same phenomenon as her, then maybe he was tied to her some fashion.

She would have to find out whether or not he could remember anything.

"There's a way out."

Her eyes snapped back toward him. Just behind him, she could barely make out an opening that hadn't been there before. She made her way over to him with a measured pace. She didn't want him to think she felt vulnerable because she was moving too fast, but she really did want to leave this place behind.

Just before he reached him, he spun on his heel and stepped through the doorway. At least he knew that she did not want him behind her.

She entered the next chamber, still using her wings to preserve what little modesty she had left.

"I think those are yours," her companion muttered, pointing to a small chest across from the one he was kneeling in front of. Before she had the chance to make a snarky comment, he straightened up, holding a few folded items in his hands. He walked towards the other end of the chamber and set them on the floor. Taking the top item, he stood back up and unfolded it.

Seeing the shape was the only prompting she needed to hurriedly fling her own chest open and remove its contents.


He reflected briefly on everything he knew so far. A voice had woken him up and called him Link, he had no idea who he was or why he was here, and, to top it all off, he was in the company of a bird-woman who wanted nothing to do with him.

Yes, that summed it all up nicely as far as he was concerned.

His ears twitched slightly as he listened to his companion grumble about the state of her outfit. He remained facing the other direction, figuring that it would make his life infinitely easier to wait until she gave him some signal that she was fully clothed rather than making an assumption.

As he waited, he unfastened the Sheikah Slate from its place on his hip and held it up in front of him. One side was jet black and smooth while the other was covered by a single eye with a teardrop. Just above it was three triangles that formed its eyebrow.

"Is that the Slate thing she was talking about?"

He nodded as he handed to her.

She stared at the foreign object in her feathered hands for a moment before she dropped it back in his hands. "What makes you think I want that?"

He gasped as he caught the object. Based solely on what he could see of it, he had no doubts that it at least had some durability to it. That didn't mean he was willing to test it right then and there.

"Oh, stop with the drama," she said as she stepped past him.

He found the comment ironic considering her first action was to huddle up on him and then proceed to shout pervert. He kept his thoughts on that particular matter to himself though considering how volatile she'd been thus far.

Really, he couldn't blame her for being so defensive. He had woken up with no idea who he was outside of a name that an apparently bodiless voice had given him with a nearly naked woman lying atop him. Under the circumstances, a little bit of skepticism wasn't the worst thing.

"Hey, you!" she snapped, pulling him out of his reverie. "Will you get over here and do something about this door!"

He sighed. A little bit of civility wouldn't be the worst thing either. Considering the fact that he had gone out of his way to help her feel a little more comfortable by making it a point to not look at her, he didn't feel that asking her to be a little more polite was too large a request.

Sending a brief glance around, he found a pedestal that was similar to the one he had found in the previous room. The only major difference was that the symbols that covered it were orange instead of blue; however, no sooner had he set the Slate on it, the orange was replaced by a blue. There was a sharp click just before he heard a mechanism grinding against itself.

As the door slid aside, bright golden rays invaded the room, forcing Link to cover his eyes as he rejoined his companion. He blinked a few times, shaking his head as though the action would help his eyes adjust to the harsh light. Once his eyes had suitably acclimated, he looked at the young woman beside him.

The young woman standing beside was a strange creature indeed. She was covered in feathers that came in a variety of blues, except for her feet, and where her cheekbones would be, which had small red spots. He supposed that his opinion of what looked normal was skewed and that, from her perspective, he looked like an oddball himself.

She was staring through the tunnel in front of them before her closest eye flicked towards him.

"What are you looking at?" Her beak, which was slightly rounded on top, had an almost soft appearance. It almost surprised him that it was capable of making such biting remarks.

"Link," he said, completely ignoring the question she had just posed.

"What?"

"My name is Link."

She blinked at him for a few seconds before letting out a deep breath. "Revili," she sighed.

He nodded, not breaking his gaze.

"What are you waiting for, an invitation? Get moving!"

Link sighed as he turned back to the tunnel and made his way into the light. No matter what the voice had meant when she claimed that there was a journey ahead, it was bound to be a tiring one.


A/N: I don't know anymore...