Well, three years later here it is…really need to get back to writing. I miss it.
Link sat on the shore of the small pond with his feet enjoying the cool, crystal-clear waves that washed upon his toes. The summer sun refracted from the water to the sword link had laid across his lap, hilt in one hand, grinding stone in the other. Though the Master Sword lacked any need to be sharpened thanks to its purity, it put Link at ease, and kept Midna from creeping up from the back of his mind.
Looking out into the middle of the pond, Link noted the moss on the stone arch starting to brown and wither as the approaching Autumn quickly descended upon Hyrule.
Link returned his gaze to his ever-sharpened blade and muttered to himself, "well, couldn't have this wonderful weather forever."
Each scratch of stone on metal edged the smallest portion of stress from Link's shoulders. The more he stood around the more he knew it would be difficult to travel in Gerudo, but he wanted to enjoy peace and relaxation one last time before adventure spurred him Goddesses know where. Though the Hylian truly missed adventure and grew restless from the mixture of ranching, moping about, and sword sharpening, the lack of blood and gore left the battle-hardened young adult peeved and paranoid. Things are too quiet, Link always thought.
Finally satisfied by the sharpening of his wits Link sheathed the sword and strapped it to his back. Though finished with his chore, Link took one last look at his bare feet and the water and stuttered out loud, "This is as good a place as any to live…if I ever see you again Midna, perhaps a place like this is where we could start over."
The silent prayer both tore Link apart and mended some of the wounds he had sustained by the lack of closure. Thinking of the Twili always hurt, but in times, thinking of what their lives could have been in some cosmically alternate universe, didn't hurt quite as bad as thinking of what the actual outcome was.
Even as twilight approached Hyrule, the small grotto was still illuminated with the warm sun beams. Each stone wall cascaded another strand of golden light onto the soft floor, making it that much harder to boot up and begin what could possibly be Link's final journey. Alas, Link walked from the fishing hole, and slammed the door shut without looking back at the place he lusted to live and die in.