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Author's Note(Be Warned):

Justin: Oh my god you people. Just one review. That's all I needed. Is it seriously so hard to click the little button at the bottom of the screen and type in, like 2 words?? "Good story" "Nice writing" "It sucked" All of those would have been fine! I just want your feed-back people! The one person to give me a review was someone who already did before! (By the way, you rock. EVERYONE: Check out The-Saiyan-From-Hyrule because he is seriously awesome.) But come frickin' on!! I only needed ONE review! Just one! Uno!! And you guys couldn't even give me that. And I am NOT going to apologize for being whiney, because y'all deserve it. Plus, I did nothing wrong in asking for reviews, and I'm doing nothing wrong in asking for them again. Consider yourselves lucky I like writing so much, and that I'm even continuing this stuff. After all, I guess its if your story is actually read that matters. So I'll continue writing- but I am not happy!! THE MUSE IS GONE!!

Disclaimer:If I did own Zelda, I'd known already that everyone liked my story. (seriously, how can you not like Zelda??)

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Illia:

I knew it. I had always known there was something missing. In the back of my void, there had just been an empty void, a hole- filled with darkness. Nothing had made any sense. All I knew is that we had to help the Zora child, he was dying. That was it. I guess I also knew I was in Hyrule Castle Town, that the woman with me was named Telma, and she owned a bar- but how is that really knowing? I felt like I was naïve. I felt like something was missing, but back then it didn't matter. Back then, I had other worries.

Now it was different. Now that the Zora Child- Prince Ralis- was recovered, there was nothing left for me to do. Nothing left except to examine that void, that hole. But there was nothing to examine, nothing. It was empty. I couldn't even derive my own name. I didn't know how old I was, where I was born, who my parents were. The feeling of complete frustration was constant, and never ending. Certain things would seem so familiar, but as I tried to grasp at them for another clue, the hole would swallow them up, and I'd be left with nothing once more.

His name was one of those. Link… I knew that I had once known that name. But his face seemed totally unrecognizable. In fact there is still something different about it. There was something there that hadn't been there before. Looking back I know what it was. Link had the look of a soldier. That indefinable quality of having a cause to fight for, of placing others lives before your own, of simply traveling across the land- that was there. It was still there. I had a feeling that it will always be there, always to remind me of that time, that time where I knew nothing.

Yet it wasn't a bad thing. It was handsome, in a way, and it also gave me strength. It gave us all the determination, and the power, to strive for good- to strive for the light. We did all we could to help the Gorons, and to help Link. And they did all they could to help me. Sometimes I still feel guilty about it. They were busy helping me when they could be helping others. Others who truly needed help, and saving. At least I was still alive.

But it was annoying. Annoying, and frustrating, and boring. The hole never left. Everyday, when I woke up, I knew the darkness would be there. And everyday, it was. The worst of it was when my eyes traveled to Epona. I knew that name. And I knew I knew it! But like always, the answer remained elusive. It escaped me and plunged into the darkness that resided in my mind. I felt like screaming at that point. Why couldn't I remember? What was wrong with me? Would I stay like this forever?

Nobody told me, and I didn't ask. My memory was a topic that wasn't open to discussion. At least, no one talked to me about it. I was left in the darkness, to wonder what would happen. I couldn't stand it. I tried to stop thinking about myself, so I immersed myself in my duties. I helped out as best I could. I did anything to distract myself, anything to stop thinking about it. I think that was when my true resolve came- something that hasn't left me. I gained true strength then.

I'd create my own memories. That was my new reasoning. If I couldn't salvage my past, then at least I could save my future. I disregarded the darkness, the void. I focused only on the light in front of me, and the people who needed the light, who couldn't find their own. I became a machine; I finally had a purpose. It was a fragile existence. Every time Link would come by, that sense of longing familiarity returned. I knew I was missing something, and I knew I couldn't keep this up. I needed to remember. I needed to banish the darkness within me, before it consumed me entirely. I was scared. Scared that I would never recover. Fear was a constant companion. I was even scared for the loved ones whom I didn't remember.

Then all that changed. With that tiny, insignificant, little object it all came rushing back. Everything. The sights, the sounds, the smells, the feelings, the tastes. Especially the feelings… Homesickness hit me hard, only to be eased by my restored memories. Things made sense now. I could finally think properly. There were several images that flashed before me. My father, Ordon, the Spring, Collin, Epona, Link… Link! I knew him! He was my best friend, always willing to help and to share his smile. I was practically jumping in excitement, I remembered!

Illia. That was my name. That was what I was called. Illia.

So much passed in that moment, that one moment, where he stood before me offering the key to my memory. I did the only thing that I could. I gave him a gift, one that I had been working on since before we even left our hometown. I knew it could be useful, but it wasn't enough. Nothing was enough. Link had healed me, he had restored my lost memories, he had made me whole. Nothing would ever be enough to thank him. I would always be grateful.

But then he had to leave. Just like that, he had to go. I had just gotten to know him again, too. I wanted to tell him something, something that had been lingering on my mind and heart for awhile. Something that had stayed with me from home. But I couldn't bring myself to say it. I couldn't keep him here. How could I, when he had already done so much for the community, when he had done so much for me? I didn't say it. I didn't tell him. My last words stayed within me, to be released for another time, for another age. I would not keep him from his duty. I would not keep him from where he wanted to be, from where he was needed.

I didn't know how long it would be until I saw him again. But I knew he would return. He was Link, he was indestructible. He could stand through anything. He was patient, he was caring. He had gotten this far, and he would get farther. In my heart, I knew. He would be alright. He would make it through.

I just hoped he didn't treat Epona too hard.

I smiled to myself once he left. He had already done so much. I would wait. I could wait for him to take me home. To take us all home. I missed my father, I missed my bed, I missed the feeling of peace and serenity.

But it would be okay, right? All I had to do…

All I had to do, was wait.

Author's Note(Revisited):

Justin: Sorry about all that up there… I went pretty crazy… and self-righteous :( I got caught up in the heat of the moment, I am actually sorry about that. But still- review please!