Zelda would kill me if she knew I was watching Link sleep. Good thing that magic of hers is strong and it made us into two different souls. I had been surprised by the Hero. He was braver than I expected a boy to be, even if he was in an older body. Watching him be lifted by Bongo Bongo and slammed on the ground broke my heart.
I knew these feelings weren't mine, they were Zelda's. When she made me, by accident, any emotion she had felt at the time copied to my soul. She just so happened to have been thinking about how she could see Link.
The princess's thoughts about Link roamed through my mind. She loved him. I knew that much. I had felt the same towards the boy. But the emotion I felt for the boy was not my own, but indeed hers playing through me. It gave him hope to go on, so I played along, easy as it was. Link was waking from his slumber. I had to leave.
I saw Link again before Zelda pushed me from her body. I knew it was the end, but it wasn't. I woke up seven years into the past. My body that of a child. I tried to think straight and realized I could. Zelda's emotions did not affect my decisions. I did not love Link. I had my own feelings and it filled me with glee.
I made my way to Lake Hylia. I was at peace there. It was the only place I had met Link when he got out of the temple. I had been distracted by the returning beauty and played it off as if I loved him and wanted to see him.
I felt guilty for playing his emotions, but I knew he would be happier with Zelda. I pulled out the Lyre that I received from Zelda, surprised it was still there. I played five simple notes and was whisked away, mind returning to my body as I landed on the familiar island.
I could feel a presence underneath me. It was in the temple, but what was it. I searched the temple, which was hard with the body of a kid, till I came to a room of endless fog. I knew this room was an illusion. One Link had gotten rid of in the future. The feelings I felt on the surface were strongest in this room. Loneliness, despair, regret. Many things came to me from this room. The tree in the middle was the focus of it all.
I walked closer and could hear crying. It was faint, but my instincts picked it up. A small boy was sitting against the tree, tears running down his tan face.
"Are you ok?" The boy's hands shifted and I saw a slash through his stomach. "You are not ok!" I tore off my cowl and turban. Ripped them, I turned the head dressings into bandages.
The boy just watched as I cut through his tunic, not caring as I took it off him, and only whimpered a little as I cleaned and bandaged his wounds with what little I had.
"You are lovely to look at." I blushed. My heart rate sped up. I knew this feeling all too well, but discarded it.
"You sure are interesting. What is your name?" The boy thought for a moment. Maybe he was making up his mind, trying to decide if he could trust me or not. I was disappointed till I heard the tiniest whisper.
"Dark." It matched him. The dark hair, tanned skin, black clothes, everything. Except those crimson eyes. I knew mine were the same and I felt a connection spark.
"That is a nice name. Don't think I will forget it." It was true I wouldn't. But I didn't know that at the time.
"What is your name?" I blushed once again. This kid was growing on me.
"Sheik."
It had been a long time coming, but I soon found myself walking down the aisle, Impa leading me because I had no father to do so. Dark waited for me. Over the years we had come to love one another in a way that was beyond either of us.
"You look stunning." His words brought a smile to my face, followed by a blush.
"As do you. Black is your color." Now it was his turn to blush. I couldn't help but giggle and the ceremony began.
When the priest finished and we said our "I do's" Dark pulled me close to him. I laughed and he gave me that mischievous grin that I loved so much. Soon we were kissing and the crowd roared, except one very upset princess.