Returning

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"Link! Link wake up! Ganon, what did you do?" a voice shouted. He tried to move towards the voice, but something held him back, well not in a way you would think, it held him back in a memory hold. He felt like he wasn't there, that was from something else. "Your not there, you're here. Stay here. Stay upon this land." He knew that wasn't right the voice rolled around. It was to real to be true. Someone was shouting at him to wake up. But the strange thing was, they were calling him Link…

Lunar's head shot up and he became dizzy and he started to get scared and afraid, in till he realized where he was. He was in the cell, just like form his memory. In the same old rotting cell with his back to the wall, a high bared window, a wooden door, a dark corner with a skeletal leg sticking out. But the strange thing was, he felt like he was being watched. He turned and looked at the dark corner, the skeletal leg twitched and a hand came out. Lunar gasped, the hand wasn't human that was for sure it was webbed and blue. Lunar pushed himself to the wall as the figure came fully out of the shadows. "Stay calm." The blue thing said.

Lunar would of fainted at the spot but he stayed where he was getting a tiny painful memory of what it was. "You're a Zora." Lunar said to the small blue skinned fish sort of human mix crawling towards him.

"Yes. They took me here and locked me up. I'm not sure why though. They didn't say, but it's good you came in, I needed some company." The Zora said and reached out a webbed hand. "My name is Cor. What is yours?"

Lunar flinched but he reached out his hand to Cor and shook his hand. "My name is… Well I don't know. I made up a name for myself, Lunar. But now I think it's something else now. Don't call me weird, it's just I don't remember a lot in till yesterday where I met this farmer. Before I met her, well, I don't remember anything." Lunar explained letting Cor's hand go.

"Really? You don't remember your name? What do you think it is?" Cor asked leaning back and using his fined arm and webbed hands to keep him balanced.

"Well, I think It's Link." Lunar explained rubbing his head in frustration.

Cor shot up and staggered. "L…i…nk? You think your name is Link? But that can't be possible! Wait. You could be Link's ancestor." He said and sat back down.

Frustration bubbled for a moment then it went away. "That's the thing. I know your thinking of that one Link from 50 years ago. But I think that I'm him! Don't scream." Lunar said as Cor opened his mouth but quickly shut it. "Listen. I've had these memories rush into me, it's painful, but they make sense. The last time I got a memory was when the farmer, Romanie, was reading me a story that took 50 years ago and is about Link. Now just listen for a second. You may think I'm crazy but I'm not. I think I understand why they brought me here. They brought me here because of these beads. Look." Lunar continued then he reached into his pocket and pulled out the three beads, one red, one green, and one blue. He knew it, they weren't in his pocket before, but he knew they'd be there after the story that Romanie said.

"These beads weren't in my pocket just a moment ago. I think that's why they have me here. They think I stole them." Lunar explained then he shoved the beads back into his pocket and fiddled with them inside.

At first Cor looked confused but his face soon flashed up. "You know. I've seen these colors before." He explained and reached out his hand for the beads. Lunar reached back in and pulled them out, and then carefully placed them in Cor's hand.

"Yes, I have. They look like the colors of Hyrule. Link was from there. The colors are supposed to represent the Triforce. Here look." Cor leaned in for Lunar to look. "Red means the Triforce of Power, Blue means the Triforce of Wisdom, and Green means the Triforce of Courage. They must be the colors for a reason." Cor said and handed the beads back to Lunar.

Lunar nodded. "Maybe. In a dream, actually it was a memory, I was here in this very cell and I pulled out the beads, fiddled with them and then I heard the guards talking about killing me. They came in through the door and I wasn't there. I didn't see anything else after the guards went into the cell. But I think I returned to the place I truly am." Lunar explained the best he could.

Cor became confused, as expected. "I don't understand."

"Ever felt like your somewhere your not? You're somewhere but you aren't truly there? Sort of like daydreaming. You go into a different place and you think your there, but your not, yet it seems so real, but soon you find out your not really there and you wake up. Sort of like a dream as well." Lunar explained and he fiddled with the beads in his palm.

Cor nodded. "That happens to me sometimes. But you really think this is not where you're supposed to be?"

"Yes. I think that because of the story that Romanie reads to me. It seems all so familiar and boring sometimes because it feels like I've actually been there. And the same with you, I know I've never seen a Zora before. But at the same time I feel like I have a while back. That's why I think that I'm not where I'm supposed to be." Lunar explained and he clutched the beads in his fist.

Cor nodded. "I think I understand…"

The cell door threw open and a guard came walking in. Lunar looked at the guard and watched his gaze as it slid over him and at Cor. "Your coming with me." The guard said and he reached down and seized Cor's fined arm.

"Cor!" Lunar shouted but the guard pulled him out of the cell and it slammed shut. Soon Lunar was at the exact same place he saw he was in the memory, in the exact same place, at the exact same moment. Lunar shivered and hugged his knees like he saw he would. It was as if he was a puppet being controlled and doing what he knew he was to do. Then he could hear voices outside of the cell, small voices talking about him calling him 'stranger' because they didn't know his name.

Lunar looked past his knee at the ground to spot the three beads scattered on the cell floor, he had dropped them when Cor was carried away. Lunar got out of his ball and leaned forward and reached out towards the nearest one, the green one. It felt smooth and woody in his fingers as he pulled it back to him and placed it in his palm, and then he reached for the red one, then the blue one. It seemed necessary to do it that way, to reach out to them in that color coordination. They felt like he had felt them for centuries in his palm, as if they had mad an imprint in his palm, like they had stayed there forever. Then Lunar's head jolted up when a crash came from outside the cell.

Slowly Lunar curled back up into his ball and looked at the beads with his palm between his knees and his chest. He fingered the presious beads that felt so right, so knowing, so familiar, like he had seen them just a few minutes ago, which was true, but before he ever noticed them in his pocket. Like when Romanie was reading the part of Link opening his palm to notice the beads in his hand, Kotake giving him the beads secretly so nobody would notice. They were important, that was for sure, and they wanted to kill him for having them. Lunar continued to fiddle with them in till he heard the word he was waiting for. "We should kill him!" someone shouted and Lunar glanced up at the wooden door, waiting for the guard to knock it down and come into the cell.

It didn't come, the knocking down of the door didn't come. Actually the only thing that came was a whirling sensation and darkness surrounding Lunar. He whirled around in it, gusts of wind passed through his cloths and messed with his hair, making it in a way. Then he felt himself go naked and quickly dressed again, but in different cloths. He felt boots being slipped on his feet, he felt the wind swirl around him brushing against his hair and cheek. It circled around him in till he felt transformed, not in his place, not the person he just was, but someone else. The wind whistled by and he felt it gather at his outstretched hand, it wasn't outstretched before, but the wind made it that way. He could fell the wind circle around his hand, making it cold, and then forming a shape then it turned solid, but he couldn't feel his hand clutching it. Then all of a sudden he felt himself stop and laid down on something. It was stone ground and it hurt his cheeks.

He willed the feeling in his hand to come back so he could feel the solid shape the wind made. Soon he could feel it, it was greatly decorated with smooth curves and it was small then he reached out to feel more of it to find out… It was the hilt of a sword.

He had finally returned to the place he was supposed to be…