A/N: Is a sad one today


"I know we will see each other again, someday."

Sidon said nothing, fighting to keep his smile as his older sister smiled up at him with all of the grace and care in the world. He wondered if any of the others from the fallen timeline were experiencing his grief over the impending parting.

From the sounds of it, they didn't understand how he felt.

Daruk and Yunobo were giving each other one last fist-bump, while Urbosa and Riju took one last opportunity to express their pride in the other. Teba and Revali were… civil, though that was the extent of it. The haughty Rito Champion and the mildly irritable archer had gotten along, but it was no secret that there were certain topics they simply couldn't discuss.

He shouldn't have been surprised, after all, they had been summoned to help defeat the Calamity as far as he could tell. With that quest finished, there was no longer any reason for them to remain in the past. Well, new past.

Returning his attention to his sister, he knelt down, taking one last chance to embrace her as the light surrounding him intensified. "I hope you have courage to live your dreams, dear sister." How he had not yet choked around the lump in his throat was beyond him. "And please… don't forget about me." It was an incredibly selfish request, especially after he had been gifted with the opportunity to save her. Even so, he could only bring himself to care only so much.

"Never, sweet Sidon. I will always remember this time we shared together."

As luck would have it, the Zora Prince had been sent back to the courtyard. Thankfully, it was in the middle of the night, when most others had already turned in. As such, Sidon only had to make a few passing remarks on his ways to his private quarters. It was still one the most difficult treks he had ever made. Trying to fake a smile and pleasant greetings while his eyes burned and a lump sat stubbornly in his throat was something he had been trained to do for years. And it still took everything he had.

Eventually, though, he made it to his room. No sooner than reaching his bedside, he sunk to his knees, his head falling to his mattress as he finally let out all of the pent up sorrow he felt. He did his best to keep his sobs silent, lest the guards try to help.

Though he had often imagined scenarios in which he had the chance to see his sister again, nothing had prepared him for the opportunity. He was beyond grateful that he had not only gotten to see her in the flesh again, see her smile, and experience the genuine love and affection he remembered from his childhood.

So why was he crying? Shouldn't he be overjoyed?

Perhaps there were things he hadn't dealt with from his childhood. He had no memories of his mother, only Mipha and his father. Seeing as his father was always so busy attending to the matters of the Domain, Mipha had been the one with whom he had spent his childhood. She had taught him so many of his lessons, healed him when he was hurt, and encouraged him when he needed it. She had been a rock in his life. Always there, always smiling, and always ready with a kind word.

And then, without warning, she was torn away, leaving him alone. Yes, Muzu and his father had been there. But neither of them were his older sister.

He hadn't even had the chance to tell her goodbye.

Seeing her again, and getting the chance to understand her better was such a precious gift, but it had come at a price. That being the reopened wounds of his younger years. Wounds that had never had a chance to heal for anyone.

He wasn't one to often question fate but this time, he did.

Why? Why did he have to lose her yet again?

As he continued expressing his pain, fighting to keep his sobs quiet, he felt a gentle hand placed on his shoulder.

"Sweet Sidon, why do you cry?"