"Wait…" Sairah stopped herself and tilted her head to the side. "Is this… the Second Realm?" It wasn't, and she knew it, but for lack of better reasoning, the question made sense. Link shook his head.

"No, this is Hyrule. It's considered the First Realm," he answered. "Do you feel well enough to keep riding? I can tell you what I know on the way."

"And where are we going?"

"Hyrule Castle."

That seemed fair enough, so Sairah nodded. Where else would they be going, after all? In a place where she vaguely remembered being assaulted by a water… sprite (there was another name, wasn't there? What was it…?) and was now sharing a horse with a man dressed like he belonged saving princesses and hunting dragons, a castle fit just fine.

"Good. Just let me know if you feel any sickness at all," said Link, kneeing the horse into movement again. It was a strange request, seeing as she felt just fine, but she kept it in mind. "The people of Hyrule have a symbol that we call the Triforce. It is a triangle that breaks down in three smaller triangles that stand for Wisdom, Power, and Courage. However, it also has another meaning."

"Three realms?" asked Sairah, taking a stab at a conclusion that made the most sense. Link nodded.

"The first, second, and third realms, three dimensions connected as points surrounding the central realm, which we call the Sacred Realm," he continued. "The world where you come from is called the Third Realm, and is the least connected to the other two. Very, very few people of your world knew where the points were. The First and Second Realms, however, have become more integrated in the last few years, due to a need to expand trade."

"Sounds… reasonable." What has he said that nagged at her so? The way a sentence had been worded had caused a chill to run up her spine, but as she thought on it all, she couldn't grasp what exactly it was…

"Basics aside… why am I here?" she asked, tilting her head back and looking up at him. All he did was stare ahead, not actually looking down, though he had to be aware that she was watching him.

"Sairah," he said after a few moments. "Do you remember how you got here? Do you remember what happened?" She let her head fall forward again and stared into the shiny black mane of the horse they were sharing. Did she remember…

… what?

"I…"

Very few knew where the points were…

"There was…"

Few knew…

"They…"

… where the points were.

And there is was, spread across her mind's eye, everything that she had seen. The fog, that ugly, color stealing mass that floated as on the wind, but smelled like it was weighed down with the life bloods of thousands. There were the screams, as someone saw another lose all that they had been to the ugly, ugly cloud… only to be silenced. Cut off, as it seeped into them.

"Link…"

Her leg was beginning the throb, as it hung limply over the side of the still moving horse. She stared at the torn shreds of fabric that one once been her pants. There had been blood on them, but it was gone, washed away. Gone…

"Link… I'm gonna- I'm gonna be-" He was already reining in the horse and halfway down from it when the heaves started from somewhere in the center of her body. Somehow, he got her down and tried to support her, but she collapsed to her knees and dropped her head onto her arms as they folded on the ground. She dry heaved for an endless amount of time, positive there was nothing in her system that could be ejected out. The whole time, Link just stood there, one hand on the reins to keep control of a horse that was quickly growing bored. When her convulsions stops, Sairah began to sob quietly, and, as the sun set behind the trees, even those drained themselves out. This was a longer process, but Link was willing to wait, even until the moon was at its highest point in the sky. Sairah had been quiet for a bit, and now she pushed herself up on her hands and stood.

"Why?" she demanded. "No… who? Tell me who… created that… thing." She was still shaking as Link silently helped her back onto the horse, then clambered on behind her.

"We brought you here to find out why," he told her, "and who. Right now, no one knows, but we do know that it, that dog, wasn't something that acted on its own. It has a master, and its master sent it to your world for the purpose of weeding you out."

"Well, I'm here," she snapped, raking a finger through her knotted, wind tossed hair. "Bring 'em on."

I hope it's that easy. It wasn't something he could say aloud, because to say it meant he actually had to put hope into it. That wasn't going to happen.