Author's Note: I have updated this story so much. Please enjoy the read!


I gazed in awe at the incredible landscape before me. I examined the wavy and peaceful grass on the ground vibrating lightly with every gust of cool Hyrulian wind and I stared at the beautifully ominous blue sky above, which was as clear as the crystal waters of my home. I squinted to see the red hot volcano in the distance, Death Mountain, showing the world that destruction is a part of the circle of life, a truth many are afraid to admit. It's ironic to me to think that death, which we consider the opposite of life, is just a single step in continuing life as we know it, and that even while many may die, even more are being born at the same time. When someone passes, life continues, stopping for nobody, and that is truly the most unforgiving part of Mother Nature; she is bound by no rules.

But after that beautiful-observance-turned-morbid-philosophy, I began to force my mind back to the here and now. I took note of my surroundings, an old tree to my left, a sturdy rock to my right, and the beautiful view before me and I focused on these things, trying not to let my overactive mind drift to what I knew I really was trying to think about. I eventually, forcefully and painfully, brought my mind back. I then slowly hoisted myself up and looked around at our freshly-set-up camp. There were six tents in our little base of operations, one for each of the heroes. All of these tents were in a neat little circle so as to keep everyone warm and cozy for the chilly night, but I knew I'd still be cold.

It had been a long day of monotonous and tedious trudging along the very long cobblestone road. We seldom stopped to rest, and when we did there was always some speech or argument about something arbitrary, and because of this, the quiet marching along was what everyone quietly and unanimously enjoyed the most. But during these quiet, long, and boring periods of silent trekking I was constantly hoping that something more interesting would happen, like an attack or a discovery, or even better, that Link would decide he could detach himself from Zelda's hip and keep me company as I walked. After all, I was his childhood best friend, not her; I'm the one who healed him when he was injured, played with him when he was bored, loved him when nobody else did. I often found myself beholding these thoughts in my brain, and when I did hot tears began to swell in my eyes, and afterwards I would always scold myself, telling myself that there was a good reason he had to stay beside her at all time, but I never truly accepted it.

But I then ripped myself away from these thoughts, and sluggishly used my aching feet to walk over to the now roaring fire, warming myself after the chilly night breezes from Lanayru Mountain began to sweep across the land.I outstretched my hands as I stared into almost mischievous and melancholy flames, unwillingly returning to my deep thoughts, despite my best attempts at bringing myself back. I began to really ponder the entire situation we were in: the return of evil, the princess's duty to her kingdom, the divine beasts. All of these things distanced me, kept my heart aching and longing for my beloved, who now took his oath too seriously to make time for anybody else; to make time for his best, no, his only childhood friend. I was breaking, and no one knew except me.

But fortunately, I was ripped from my thoughts by a large hand on my shoulder and a royal voice in my ear. I looked up at a smirking Urbosa, who, after taking a look at me, lost her signature confident smirk and her face changed to concern. She saw through me, as if piercing my very soul, and at this moment a single tear slid down my face. Her face softened slightly, now realizing why I was upset, and she sat me down on the ground and took her place right across from me, still gazing into my self-conscious being. After a minute of this, she spoke up and asked, "It's about him isn't it?" The words rattled around my skull for what felt like eternity and I couldn't bring myself to speak. My body was then taken over by emotion and I began to cry uncontrollably in front of the strongest woman I'd ever met. But instead of scold me or judge me, she simply scooted up to me and embraced me, allowing me to let everything I'd been storing up flow out.

I wept and wept for several minutes, but finally I was able to pull myself together. No words were spoken between us about his incident ever again, but we both had an understanding of sisterhood, that felt like we could come to one another, even though I was very clearly the weak sister. Urbosa then got up and crawled into her tent without uttering a sound, and I was left to my own thoughts once again. I then used these thoughts to thank Hylia for allowing me to have such great people to call friends.

I then got up and walked toward my tent, but before I crawled in it, I took one last look at Link's tent, as if he might come out and want to play or explore like we did when we were children, but I knew that what I yearned for would never come to pass and so I crawled into my tent. I laid looking at the top of my tent for a long time, contemplating everything. I began to cry again, albeit much more quietly than before, over Link. I'd have given anything for him to come sleep with and embrace me, telling me that things would be the way they used to be, but I quickly informed myself that he would never do that now, and even if he had, it would've been inappropriate. We had a job to do, but I knew I couldn't ignore my heart forever.


Author's Note That May Change (ANTMC): So, I really want to give this story some more love. I really enjoy this setting and the character, but I've been occupied with my other big story. Over the next few days I'm going to be refining that update while simultaneously refining this chapter as well as beginning work on a second. I've really been procrastinating these projects, since they're very tedious. On a different note, I originally was going to have this story be non-chapter based, but after a week of thinking how long I want it to be, having no chapters would be torturous for you and me. But anyway, thank you for reading and being patient, hopefully I'll have this thing reheated before too long!