With a wistful expression in the blue mirror of the soul, the little boy stood in front of the stone tomb and stroked the carved letters of the inscription with his fingertip.

It was clear to him that he took no part in the blame for the Darmani's death, but the matter still weighed heavily on his shoulders. Now he was also supposed to walk in the Goron's domain with his mask left behind and complete tasks that were not his. As Link recalled this destiny, his heart grew heavy, and he slowly lowered his hand. Destiny wasn't always right; after all he had decided himself that he wanted to help the land, but he hadn't yet known all that was behind the masks that fell into his hands.

His heavy heart was besieged by more weights as the young hero remembered little Deku whom he had encountered at the beginning of his new adventure. When he first saw him for the first time, Link thought nothing of it. Later, things became clear, and he became aware of what had happened to the frozen Deku. And even if it was surely a long time ago, Link couldn't tell just how long ago it was. Time after time, he would always turned back the clock, the bitter aftertaste of guilt clinging to his tongue. Beyond everything, because of him the little Deku had been torn from life.

"Link? We have to move on."

The voice of his current companion, Tatl, roused him out of his gloomy thoughts. He'd completely forgotten that he wasn't alone. A tender smile settled on his fine lips, and he turned to the entrance of the cave.

"Now let's calm down a Goron baby," Tatl chimed in.

Link perceived a small, subtle smile on the little fairy's lips, which in turn made the little hero smile a little wider. With a nod of agreement, Link fell into a determined stride and left the tomb, leaving his thoughts about the deceased Goron inside.

He would wear that mask with pride and dignity.