Link didn't understand many things. He especially didn't understand how
loving goddesses could let the world fall into such a hateful, violent
place. He especially didn't understand how the goddesses worked, however,
the next day, when the news came.
It was around nine o' clock, and Link was still asleep as the guard arrived at his tree house and knocked on the door.
"Whozit..." Link mumbled sleepily.
"I am here under the orders of the King's successor to bring you some news," the guard responded.
Immediately Link snapped out of his tired state. "Successor?" he asked.
"Well...that's what I've been sent to tell you..." the guard said uncomfortably. He shifted.
"Well...?" Link encouraged.
"Well...it is to my regret that I must inform you...last night Zelda was found dead on a bank a mile off of the castle...and His Highness and his wife found dead in their beds," the guard said. He shifted again. He was very good at concealing emotion; a tactic a guard must use many times. Now, however, he found it hard to keep it hidden.
"WHAT? They're WHAT?!" Link cried.
"I'm terribly sorry...I know you were very close to Zelda...and...and King Harkinian..."
"Yeah..." Link mumbled, turning away. "Yeah, very close..."
The guard turned and left. Link walked slowly to his sink and, grasping the edges tightly, stared at his reflection. This was another thing he didn't understand: how could he feel such unexpected, impossibly strong surge of emotion that either did not have anything to do with the current event, or just a stronger emotion than he ever knew he could have. And as of right now he felt just that. As he continued to stare, tears slowly leaked down his cheeks. Then there was a total outburst, as though a block had been removed, and his grief passed all measure, all endurance...and then anger, boiling anger, anger he never felt before, and then it passed anger and turned into hatred, pure, raging, bubbling hatred making his head throb...then the desire to kill, torture, cause terrible suffering...
He was going to kill the person responsible.
xxCurrent Day...xx
Link leaned over his wrist, a knife in his right hand, gently running over his wrist. The knife felt cold against his used-to-be smooth skin. What used to be his left wrist was now covered in deep red cuts and darkened scars.
"Today...just a little bit deeper..." He mumbled to himself.
Link moved the knife into a starting position on the left side of his wrist, then with a fierce, strong motion let out three days of fury and pain as blood poured out of yet another new cut and began mumbling to himself again.
"Good...good job, Link..."
"LINK!"
Link jumped and turned around to his door. Saria stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips.
"And just what are you doing, mister?!" she demanded.
"Well, I...I...No, nothing—" Link started.
"Don't do that to me, Link! I can see just a plainly as you can what you just did to yourself! Look at you! You're a WRECK! Ever since Zelda and the king died, you've been cutting yourself for every little obstacle in your life! Don't you care? Zelda loved you and if she were alive and knew what you were up to—"
"But she's not," Link interrupted. "She's dead and she's gone. I saw her retire forever in her grave. She's never coming back, and neither will I. When she died, so did I."
"Link..." Saria started, tears forming in her eyes.
"I'm dead, too." Link said.
Saria turned to leave, but then she turned around again and said, "Link, you can't live on her forever. I've seen what you've been doing; drinking, getting into fights, cutting....You're a wreck! Each cut you make, it's closer to your veins, and it's closer to do some serious damage! You're really worrying me, you really are! You really need to stop it!" She burst into tears and ran off, forgetting about the ladder and falling a long distance for a Kokiri and landing on her hands, in an attempt to protect herself from harm.
Link ran out to the top of the ladder. "Saria!" he yelled down, "are you all right?"
"I'm fine!" Saria screamed. Then she started bawling. "I'm perfectly f- fine! N-n-never been better!"
"Saria..." Link started.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Saria shrieked. "GO WASH OFF YOUR OWN DAMN CUTS AND WORRY ABOUT YOURSELF, SEE HOW MUCH IT MATTERS TO ME!" With that she ran off to the Lost Woods, beyond caring where a wrong path would take her.
Link stood there in positive shock. Saria had never acted like that before. Never. Not only had she never sworn before, but she had never blown up at him either. Something must have been up with her. He couldn't understand what....Truthfully, however—and he was very ashamed, Saria was his only friend after Zelda—he found he didn't care much. He fell to his knees and realized, after several tries, that he couldn't get up. He looked at his wrist. It was worse than he had taken it for. He tried turning around and started dragging himself to the sink, but his body wouldn't listen to what his brain told it to do. He couldn't move at all. He had lost too much blood and felt extremely weak.
"So..." He muttered. He couldn't muster the strength to talk in an audible voice. "This is how it all ends for me, Link, the Hero of Time...This is what I get in thanks for saving the whole world..."
But it didn't end there. Even as his strength drained ever still, he could no longer sit on his knees and fell face first into the hard ground at the foot of his ladder. He was feeling very numb at that point; luckily for him, it didn't hurt very much. Finally, after lying there for at least another ten minutes, everything around him began to get very blurred. He couldn't see in front of him, and finally his entire mental existence whited out and he knew nor felt no more.
It was all over.
It was around nine o' clock, and Link was still asleep as the guard arrived at his tree house and knocked on the door.
"Whozit..." Link mumbled sleepily.
"I am here under the orders of the King's successor to bring you some news," the guard responded.
Immediately Link snapped out of his tired state. "Successor?" he asked.
"Well...that's what I've been sent to tell you..." the guard said uncomfortably. He shifted.
"Well...?" Link encouraged.
"Well...it is to my regret that I must inform you...last night Zelda was found dead on a bank a mile off of the castle...and His Highness and his wife found dead in their beds," the guard said. He shifted again. He was very good at concealing emotion; a tactic a guard must use many times. Now, however, he found it hard to keep it hidden.
"WHAT? They're WHAT?!" Link cried.
"I'm terribly sorry...I know you were very close to Zelda...and...and King Harkinian..."
"Yeah..." Link mumbled, turning away. "Yeah, very close..."
The guard turned and left. Link walked slowly to his sink and, grasping the edges tightly, stared at his reflection. This was another thing he didn't understand: how could he feel such unexpected, impossibly strong surge of emotion that either did not have anything to do with the current event, or just a stronger emotion than he ever knew he could have. And as of right now he felt just that. As he continued to stare, tears slowly leaked down his cheeks. Then there was a total outburst, as though a block had been removed, and his grief passed all measure, all endurance...and then anger, boiling anger, anger he never felt before, and then it passed anger and turned into hatred, pure, raging, bubbling hatred making his head throb...then the desire to kill, torture, cause terrible suffering...
He was going to kill the person responsible.
xxCurrent Day...xx
Link leaned over his wrist, a knife in his right hand, gently running over his wrist. The knife felt cold against his used-to-be smooth skin. What used to be his left wrist was now covered in deep red cuts and darkened scars.
"Today...just a little bit deeper..." He mumbled to himself.
Link moved the knife into a starting position on the left side of his wrist, then with a fierce, strong motion let out three days of fury and pain as blood poured out of yet another new cut and began mumbling to himself again.
"Good...good job, Link..."
"LINK!"
Link jumped and turned around to his door. Saria stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips.
"And just what are you doing, mister?!" she demanded.
"Well, I...I...No, nothing—" Link started.
"Don't do that to me, Link! I can see just a plainly as you can what you just did to yourself! Look at you! You're a WRECK! Ever since Zelda and the king died, you've been cutting yourself for every little obstacle in your life! Don't you care? Zelda loved you and if she were alive and knew what you were up to—"
"But she's not," Link interrupted. "She's dead and she's gone. I saw her retire forever in her grave. She's never coming back, and neither will I. When she died, so did I."
"Link..." Saria started, tears forming in her eyes.
"I'm dead, too." Link said.
Saria turned to leave, but then she turned around again and said, "Link, you can't live on her forever. I've seen what you've been doing; drinking, getting into fights, cutting....You're a wreck! Each cut you make, it's closer to your veins, and it's closer to do some serious damage! You're really worrying me, you really are! You really need to stop it!" She burst into tears and ran off, forgetting about the ladder and falling a long distance for a Kokiri and landing on her hands, in an attempt to protect herself from harm.
Link ran out to the top of the ladder. "Saria!" he yelled down, "are you all right?"
"I'm fine!" Saria screamed. Then she started bawling. "I'm perfectly f- fine! N-n-never been better!"
"Saria..." Link started.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Saria shrieked. "GO WASH OFF YOUR OWN DAMN CUTS AND WORRY ABOUT YOURSELF, SEE HOW MUCH IT MATTERS TO ME!" With that she ran off to the Lost Woods, beyond caring where a wrong path would take her.
Link stood there in positive shock. Saria had never acted like that before. Never. Not only had she never sworn before, but she had never blown up at him either. Something must have been up with her. He couldn't understand what....Truthfully, however—and he was very ashamed, Saria was his only friend after Zelda—he found he didn't care much. He fell to his knees and realized, after several tries, that he couldn't get up. He looked at his wrist. It was worse than he had taken it for. He tried turning around and started dragging himself to the sink, but his body wouldn't listen to what his brain told it to do. He couldn't move at all. He had lost too much blood and felt extremely weak.
"So..." He muttered. He couldn't muster the strength to talk in an audible voice. "This is how it all ends for me, Link, the Hero of Time...This is what I get in thanks for saving the whole world..."
But it didn't end there. Even as his strength drained ever still, he could no longer sit on his knees and fell face first into the hard ground at the foot of his ladder. He was feeling very numb at that point; luckily for him, it didn't hurt very much. Finally, after lying there for at least another ten minutes, everything around him began to get very blurred. He couldn't see in front of him, and finally his entire mental existence whited out and he knew nor felt no more.
It was all over.