Link opened the door to his apartment while looking over his shoulder. He had been sure that someone had been following him on his way there, though he hadn't heard a peep.
He shut the door with a thud, and locked the deadbolt, before hauling his napsack onto a chair that was near the door. It rustled with some creepy whispers before settling down. He sighed and surveyed his apartment. It was a small studio, a couple of chairs being directly in front of him turned toward a small television. The kitchen was also in the same room, double steel sink, the fixtures being painted a dim yellow. To the left was the door to the bedroom, and to the right, the bathroom. There was nothing else.
He glanced at the clock that was above the television. It was around noon. He still had some time to shower, and get ready. He felt that grime had settled over him. He also had enough time to chronical some things...
I nearly had a heart attack when Ganondorf had entered the room, it had looked like a large, billowy whisp of some evil had just strode into my hospital room unannounced. An ancient evil. I had clutched my heart...my sword... my sword?! Where was it? I had reached for the Master Sword...but it wasn't around. I was in a hospital gown. My attacker had me!
But then, my vision had cleared, and I saw a large man, which looked Gerudian, or, at least in part, sit down at the chair near me. I felt ice prickle through my veins, as he had studied me impassively. He seemed to recognize me. But then... he had found my journal! I wonder if he had recognized himself within. A large billowing figure with black magic, and...sometimes, a large pig-like creature that charged at me, wishing to run me down. Always, always wanting to kill me.
Kill me...why? Because I was always thwarting his plans for world domination...or, at least, domination over Hyrule. Constantly, over and over again...the Hero is born, and, it's always...me.
He penned these last few words, and shook his head. His head felt clear now...it felt like he was onto something, that he was telling the truth in his journal. But, how could that be? Tales of a hero that saved the land had faded into legend. No one worshipped the goddesses anymore...well, maybe some did, but they were generally regarded as crazy. The goddesses hadn't made any attempt to speak, or touch the world in so long, that their legends were a bare whisper in the annals of time. For them to have a hand in this...
"It's impossible." He said to himself, his hand trembling a little with the realizations that were coursing through his mind. He didn't want this... Was this the reason for his memories...for his dreams? Was it just a fluke of nature for him to be having such clear insight into all of this? What, exactly...were the goddesses planning, if they even still existed? The last thing he rememebered...well, if they were memories... was getting the triforce, and then awakening Zelda after defeating a darker version of himself...
It felt forever ago. He slumped in his chair.
"A thousand years..." Said a voice from his backpack.
"What?" Link pulled his backpack to himself, and opened it, seeing the Mask of Truth staring at him with that one eye.
"A thousand years ago...you obtained the triforce. You were 16."
"How do you? Get out of my head."
"It's not hard, you're broadcasting everything." There was a little chuckle in that awful, creepy voice, and then it continued, "Then, after you awakened Zelda, you returned to your family, became a farmer, and found a bride, living happily until the end of your days."
Link laughed. "I don't remember that part. I just remember fighting...all the fighting." He rubbed his temples, as he was beginning to get a headache.
"Well, sometimes you didn't make it. The hero of Hyrule doesn't always succeed, and sometimes he is born without necessity. He is still given the training, though."
"The training? Oh, you mean my dreams."
"Aye, why do you think that you were so eager to pull the sword at the hospital? Because you knew. You knew to defeat him you would need the sword. Or-"
"The silver arrow." They both said at once.
Link paused, memories flooding into him. Some were terrifying. Some were comforting, or even funny, but once he opened his mind, it was like watching a movie. All the pictures flooded together, and connected, making sense. "Ganon appears only as a street thug right now, though. It would make no sense to kill him. Perhaps I have just came here this time to make a small life, and to not interfer."
There was no answer from the mask. Link knew it could see into the past, but, perhaps, not the future. He sighed, and stood up, going into his bedroom, and placing his journal in one of the drawers, before gathering some clothes, and heading towards the bathroom. He still had to shower before going anywhere, and his headache hadn't subsided, but he was filled with new hope, and knowledge. The images still came, he would have to tell Quatre about them. He smiled to himself, she might not believe him, but she had listened attentively before now. So she might come around.
He did wonder where the artifacts of long ago might be kept. Perhaps he could find them soon? He wondered if they would react to him at all?