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I sigh, watching Katniss retreat into her bedroom. I suddenly wish I had taken her offer of food, but I could tell that she didn't have much. I could simply go get some later. I have a lot of rupees. Those must be worth something. Nonetheless, she almost caught me grabbing my red potion. After I'm sure Katniss really has gone to bed this time, I slip my potion out of my inventory bag. I uncork the bottle and swallow the familiar red liquid. I sigh in relief as I feel the potion do its job. My skin weaves itself back together in seconds, and I run my hand over the new, smooth skin.

Even though I'm healed, I must stay here tonight. Act surprised tomorrow when my cut is miraculously healed. I turn over on the table and close my eyes. Most people would find the old, uneven, wooden surface to be an uncomfortable place to sleep, but I am used to sleeping in the wilderness. This table feels safe, a feeling I felt rarely in Hyrule. Ganondorf may have meant to send me to a nightmare, but I feel better than I ever felt in Hyrule. Here, no one knows me. No one knows I'm a hero...or should have been.

The realization hits me as hard as Ganondorf's blade. I've failed Hyrule. I, the supposed Hero of Hyrule, am now as good as dead, and Ganondorf has probably already taken over Hyrule. The princess is probably dead, along with Midna, and all of my hard work to save the citizens is for naught. I must return to Hyrule quickly, as quickly as I can, and yet I have no idea how to even begin. Sleep evades me all night long, as I lay there, tossing and turning, wishing I had died instead of being sent here. Then I could at least say I tried. But in this place, I am still alive, and yet cannot help my kingdom. Perhaps this is what Ganondorf meant. But I will find a way to return.

...

I decide that I must get Link a job when he heals. He can be a miner, and we'll never have to talk again. That way, everything will go back exactly the way it was. I get out of bed, pull on some clothes, and head out to the kitchen to make breakfast; more bread and cheese.

Link is lying on the table still, but he is already awake. His bright eyes are shadowed by dark bags underneath them. I suddenly wonder if he slept at all last night. "Hey," I say gently.

"Hey," he replies. He doesn't sound tired.

"Have trouble sleeping?" I ask.

"Yeah," he shrugs. My eyes reluctantly wander down to his wound. I gasp, noticing it's completely gone. Not even a scar is left to hint at the injury's existence.

"How?" I exclaim. Link looks down to his side, and his eyes widen when he notices the gash's absence.

"I-I don't know," he stammers, but won't look me in the eye.

I narrow my eyes. "What did you do?"

"Nothing!" he says innocently. "I just laid here all night, I promise."

"Then why is your injury gone?" I question pointedly. "That never happens."

"You think I know what they put on me?" Link retorts, exasperated.

I open my mouth but can't think of anything to say. Of course, he has no idea. I should ask Prim about this first. But she's still sleeping, and I'll let her sleep. It is a Saturday, so we have no school. I shake my head. We sit in silence for a moment.

"Where are you from?" Link asks, perhaps trying to begin a conversation.

"District 12," I reply, unsure of what to think of the question. Shouldn't he know that? Link nods slowly. "Where are you from?" I ask.

"I'm not supposed to say," he answers vaguely. He definitely ran away from some other District.

"I see," I say. "Well, would you like a job here? I'm pretty sure I could get you one."

Link brightens. "You could?"

"Sure," I say, "You look strong. I'm sure the other miners wouldn't mind having another strong worker around, even if you aren't from around here."

Link smiles. "Thank you." He suddenly cocks his head. "Your sister is coming." I turn around, and sure enough, Prim is walking down the hall toward the kitchen. Her footsteps fall silently, so I'm not sure how Link heard her.

"Good morning," Link says cheerily to her.

"Good morning, Mr. Link," Prim replies with a curtsey.

Link laughs. "Why all the formality? I'm just some nobody."

"I always try and be polite," Prim answers timidly.

"That's nice," Link says. "I never caught your name."

"Primrose. But most people call me Prim," Prim says.

Link nods. "Cool."

"May I see your wound, Link?" Prim asks.

"Yeah, but...well...it's sort of...gone," Link replies awkwardly.

Prim's eyes widen, and she steps forward to inspect Link's side. She gasps when she sees the flawless skin where the huge gash had been.

"I-is that not supposed to happen?" Link asks, nervously.

"I mean, it's great," Prim says quickly, "but it shouldn't be possible."

"Well, since Link's better, I was going to get him a job as a miner," I say, simply to end Prim's confusion.

Prim shakes her head in disbelief. "Okay," she agrees. "But if it starts to hurt at all, you come right back here, promise?"

"Yes, ma'am," Link promises. I quickly make breakfast, while Link pulls on his shirt and chainmail armor. Seems a bit outdated, but I don't argue. He slings his sword over his shoulder, as well as his shield, and clips his cloth bag to one of his many belt buckles.

"Want any?" I ask Link again.

"No thanks," he says again. But his stomach growls loudly, so I cut him a slice of bread anyway. He gratefully gobbles it up. After that, I bid farewell to Prim, and tell her to tell Mother where I went. I take Link down to the mines, where workers are still working, despite it being Saturday. I quickly introduce Link to the man in charge, Bork.

"Who have we here?" Bork asks as we approach.

"Katniss Everdeen, and Link…" I begin, only to realize I don't know Link's last name.

"Ordonia. Link Ordonia," Link finishes.

"I see," Bork replies. "Is this young man looking for a job here?"

"I am," Link says.

"You're not from around here, are you?" Bork asks.

"Afraid not," Link agrees.

Bork laughs. "No worries! You work hard and do what you're told, I won't mention a thing."

Link nods gratefully. "I will, I promise."

"You know how to mine coal?" Bork asks.

"No," Link answers.

"Well, let's spare the little lady our lesson, shall we?" Bork continues. I take this as my cue to leave and begin to head back home. I'll make sure Prim and Mother are fine, then head into the woods to meet Gale.