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Link gave a yelp as his Clawshot gave a little jerky motion, pulling him towards the top of a tree. He pointed the other clawshot at another nearby tree, and pulled the trigger. It pulled him toward it.
He grabbed to the top of the tree, and balanced himself on the top of it. He sat down, and looked around. In the distance to the north, he faintly saw Hyrule Castle, a thin veil of mist about it.
He almost smiled. It seemed like so long ago that he fought Ganondorf there, and saved Hyrule. It seemed like a dream-- No, A Nightmare, a horrid unimaginable nightmare.
He shook the thoughts from his mind, and in a manner to change the subject, looked down to the fairies floating in the Ordan Spring. The cave of Ordeals... so many different adventures. It felt odd almost to him at first, but now normal life felt odd, he felt something should be wrong.
In an attempt to change gears, Link grabbed the Horse Call Illia had fashioned for him from around his neck, and blew a steady stream of air into it. He felt it twitch slightly in his hands as he did so. The familiar notes drifted through the air.
He heard distant galloping, and saw Epona in the distance, crossing the border from the Faron Province, into the Ordanian Province. He jump out of the tree, and with a grunt rolled on to the ground.
He jumped onto Epona, and immediately smacked his boots against her sides, and she increased in speed.
Link steered her towards his house, and stopped her beside said house.
He had spent most of the day out there, Clawshotting around, and it was time to go see what it was Illia wanted.
He quickly ran into his house, with a stumble coming in the door. He always felt a little nervous in groups, and he wasn't very social growing up, and his social skills hadn't exactly developed well, but that didn't stop him from communicating. When he got in, he immediately stripped off his Ordanian Shirt, and sandals. Grabbing a length of cloth from a rack, he slipped off the bottom part of his Ordanian clothes, and wrapped himself in the towel.
He had started a fire before leaving, and set the water on top, and the water was now boiling hot. Just how Link liked it. He dipped himself slowly into the water, and let out a sigh, as he did. As he soaked in the water, thoughts came into his head.
He thought of what had happened when he had gotten back, he immediately, soon as he could had come into his house, and taken off all of his equipment. It had weighed him down enough. Then, Illia had come to see him.
A voice penetrated his thoughts.
"Link?" The voice timidly chimed out like a bell, strong, and suddenly weaker.
Link gasped, and sunk lower into the water. Link heard Footsteps moving through the house. "Link?"
Link almost jumped out of his skin, he knew that voice it was...
They opened the bathroom door. There was a shriek.
"L---LINK!" It was Illia, her normal pale white face, flushed a deep red.
She immediately, without warning, slapped him, causing him to scream in pain.
"Link, I'm ashamed... M--Make yourself Decent!" She turned away, still flushed the same shade of red.
Link shook off the pain, and jumped out of the bath, in a similar manner to jumping out of his Iron Boots, and immediately grabbed a towel, and wrapped himself in it.
Illia turned around, "Can I look?" She asked timidly, still the same shade of red, her green eyes full of a sort of... fear almost it seemed to Link.
Link gave an affirmative grunt.
She turned fully around, and put her head down.
"I'm sorry Link, I--I should Of knocked..." she said, guilt-fully.
Link simply nodded, and turned her around, and pushed her a little toward the door. Illia nodded, and walked out, shutting the door behind her, after which Link let out a sigh of relief, and grabbed his green tunic. He put on only the Top part, without the undershirt, and the bottom part, and stepped out.
Illia was sitting on his couch, looking at a picture on his table. In the picture, a mere memory, was a man, with brown hair, wearing a green tunic, identical to the hero clothes, and a woman with short blonde hair, wearing a white shirt, standing next to the man both looking happy.
As link looked at the picture, suddenly, his left hand had a jolt of pain. Link cried out, and fell to the ground, and clutched his hand.
"Link?" Illia let out a gasp as she turned around, to see Link on the ground, kneeled, with his right hand around his left wrist, and a green light emitting from his left hand.
A scar in the form of three united triangles to make one triangle, with the bottom left one most vivid was burning deep into Link's skin.
He let out a cry, and saw white...
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Ohnoes, Link is teh pwn3d