1Saya stared out the window, where dawn had broken, sending golden light down to the peaceful village of the ever-youthful Kokiri.
"So?"
"How else could she have envisioned him? We've never said a word at night or to her face about Prince Rain! If I recall correctly, prophetic dreams have run in the family."
Navi said nothing. Of course she knew this. It was that same knid of dreaming that had led Link to becoming who he was now: Hyrule's hero. But still, she wondered how Saya would react if Rain came running out from the castle gates.
"Well, Saya, if you don't want to leave, it's all right with me," Link said gently.
Saya sat up straighter. "I'll be fine," she assured him, "Maybe it was just a bad dream, and that's all." Her father smiled as Saya rushed to get dressed. He left the room to go set the table.
She'll be fine, Link told himself, Navi will make sure of it. But I just wish I could find some way for her to check- he stopped.
Rushing to a small box in his room, Link opened the lid with trembling hands and pulled out a Deku-wood object. Carefully, his fingers traced the small, drilled holes up to the pointed mouthpiece with its little green shape. Holding the tiny thing in his hands, he whispered, "Yes...this is it...of course it will still work. She has your blood, Saria. Saya will be able to use it. She just needs to be taught."
Link went back to the kitchen, smiling almost to his pointed ears. Then, on top of the things he had gathered for Saya's journey, he placed Saria's Ocarina. He took out the Ocarina of Time and played a song of three notes twice. The wooden Ocarina glowed for a moment, until Link tapped his own. He sighed as he sat down. All he really had to do was teach Saya how to play Saria's Song.
Saya came into the kitchen and squeezed her father around his waist. "Good morning!" she told his tunic. Then, to his face, she said, "That was a pretty song, dad. What's it called?"
He gave her his trademark half-smile. "Your mother wrote it. She called it 'Saria's Song.' Whenever I play it here," Link tapped the Ocarina of Time, "I can talk to you," he tapped Saria's Fairy Ocarina, "here. It works the same if you play it. Don't worry," he added, catching the look Saya threw him, "I don't intend to play it. It's up to you to decide when you want to talk."
Saya was a fast learner. It only took her a few minutes to memorize the tune. Link smiled as he told her, "Just in case you misplace the finger positions in that big mind of yours, Navi's seen me do this enough times. She knows it."
Saya nodded and turned back to her glowing Ocarina. Link tapped it once and both reverted to normal.
Saya spent all afternoon practicing sword fighting and reviewing maps with her father. Navi hung back, knowing Link had only today and tomorrow morning to be with his daughter. She only interfered when Saya accidentally scratched her father with her sword.
When night came, Saya was too tired to be excited, too tired to dream. She fell asleep within minutes. Link watched his only child sleep, wondering how he could live without her.
Morning arrived to find Link, Saya, and Navi on the bridge between the Forest and Hyrule Field. Link reflected on all those years ago, it had been himself, young and small, but able. Now it was he, standing on the Forest side. Saya threw her arms around the only other Hylian she knew. Her father kissed her forehead and looked at his child. Link felt as though he were Saria, wishing her friend well on his journey.
"Saya," he whispered, "I will always be here for you. Always. Never forget what brought you here today. Your mother was the Forest Sage and your father is a warrior. Be strong. May Nayru guide you, Din defend you, and Farore bring you safely home to me."
Saya gave her father one final squeeze, then nodded and backed away. Navi didn't dare break their silence. Saya felt tears rise and ran away from the only home she ever knew. Navi followed. As Link watched his child leave, he too turned away, wiping his own tears from his eyes.