A/N: Linktober. Prompt: Moon.


Link has lost all sense of time.

Everything is so muddled after living the same three days, over and over. Rinse and repeat. Every motion is practiced by now, every movement just another cog in the grand wheel of time.

Link is lucky that he can turn it back. Or maybe he isn't lucky at all. He's done the hero thing once before. This journey that he set out upon wasn't supposed to be the same- it was supposed to be a small little vacation in which he wandered around to find Navi.

He didn't find Navi. Found Termina instead, a nearly-dead world on the brink of the end.

Link felt the courage pulse within, tugging at him to help. The Goddesses must rule here too, even if they're nameless, even if they aren't known.

And who is Link but a vessel of courage, born to do one job and one job only? Even in unknown worlds, that power burns brightly in his veins.

So, he turns back time and changes the future. Helps who he can to fix the worst of most outcomes. Termina has done nothing wrong and Link will fix it.

But, Link is lonely and feels so utterly lost. His only companions are the masks in which he's saved, dear spirits who manage to live on, but really they aren't much different than him. Solitary beings who crumbled away, only to be sealed into carefully carved wood, unable to rest.

Link wonders if they hate him.

He hopes they don't because they are his only companions.

And then there's the Moon. It sits high in the sky, peering down at him. Creeps closer and closer as doomsday approaches.

Link knows Majora is the cause, knows that the Moon likely didn't want for this. He watches the thing one night from Ikana Canyon, sighing softly as it steadily falls towards the earth. The Moon is a victim too. They're more similar than not, two beings brought into a mess that doesn't concern them.

Termina, though, will somehow survive. Link will ensure it, even if it means turning back the clock for an eternity and then some.

But, as he looks up, watching dark gray blot out the sky, he wonders:

Is the Moon just as lonely as he?