"Link? Link can you hear me?" she raised her voice and continued to call his name.
Concerned she drifted down from her perch and glided over to him. As she grew closer she grew even more concerned. This wasn't Link. It couldn't be, he looked almost identical except his hair was black, his skin was grey and all of his clothes were as dark as the shadows of the twilight realm. She slowed her approach and once she had finally reached this shadow it remained still. She stared at it for only a moment before reaching out to touch it. Something about it transfixed her, it was identical to Link in form the only obvious difference being it's coloration. As soon as her small hand made contact with it's chest she felt a flutter beneath her palm. A heartbeat. So it was alive, it wasn't just a shadow or an illusion created by this place. She lifted her head to look at it's face and had to suppress a gasp.
It's eyes must have opened when she had touched it. They were not ordinary eyes, they were pupil-less and their deep red color made gave them the appearance of small pools of blood. Disturbing though they had been at first glance she found herself unable to break eye contact. As she continued to stare she felt a hand close around her wrist, the grip was not hard or aggressive. It seemed rather benevolent. She looked down at its hand around her wrist, then returned her eyes to its face. She had so many questions though there was one she had to ask first.
"Can you speak?" she inquired timidly. Normally she wasn't this timid or this considerate. With Link she had always been blunt, this felt different though. She sensed that she needed to handle this situation delicately.
It only blinked. It's mouth opened but no sound came out, as if the air were caught in it's lungs. It closed it's mouth ceasing what it realized was a futile effort to form any kind of noise. It dropped it's head for a moment and closed it's eyes as if in deep thought. Only a few seconds later it lifted it's head and met her gaze. It was then she heard the voice.
I used to speak, not anymore though it would seem.
It had not moved it's mouth, that she was certain of, this was not it's voice then, but rather it's thoughts. She had never known of anything other than a spirit capable of thought projection. This was thing, whatever it was, was strange indeed. It had the powers of a spirit but with a corporeal body.
I am not a spirit. At least I do not believe I am.
"Excuse you! Projecting your thoughts for communication is fine by me, but I would like you to stay out of my head. Thank you very much."
I'm sorry. I have been here for a long time and I never knew how to carry myself around others.
"You're forgiven. Now since you invaded my thoughts will you allow me an invasive question? Heh, I'm going to ask it anyway who am I kidding"
She had decided to abandon her previously tentative manner, this thing seemed to be docile enough.
"You look somewhat, well evil, and yet you seem so polite. Why is that?"
It is because I was created for evil. I was created to destroy Link, though not the Link you know. I was born from his reflection in this pool we stand in now; I was an embodiment of everything dark in him. Once he defeated me though that darkness it fled me, but not without leaving it's imprint all over my body. Without it though I have no purpose, why did I not die? Why have I been in this place for generations? Why are you the one who was able to make it here? I have as many questions as you.
"You speak so formally, lighten up a bit! I understand being in a bit of a glum mood after going through what you have, but here's the plan: we are going to get you out of here!"
I don't think that is possible. The last time anyone was in here was the boy named Link. Only after he felled me was the way out opened.
She felt immeasurable pity for him. She had tried to put on a façade of optimism, though even she knew he was probably right. After all he would be more familiar with this place than anyone else. She knew she had to leave to help Link save Hyrule, and to save her own realm from tyranny. Yet she couldn't leave him. He wasn't just some shadow, nor was he a spirit. He was a boy, maybe a little old to be called a boy but still a boy who had been trapped in here alone for generations.
"I will find a way. I'm not leaving here without you." she promised him with a smirk.