A/N: Thank you again to everyone who has read this story thus far. I do enjoy reading the comments, and they do help. Some have even given me a few ideas, which is one of the most enjoyable aspects thus far.

This chapter was fun to write, I only re-wrote it a couple times, for the sake of brevity and interest. I've recently realized the joy of discovery writing, which may impact the progression, but it makes the narrative all the more fun to write.

Cat McHall: That's essentially what I'm going for, but not quite. I hope in the next few chapters you'll see how it diverges.

OnePunchFan8: Thanks for your review, and for your encouragement thus far! I'm not sure if I could juggle an ensemble cast, as I don't want to do an injustice to the several great characters, but nothing is set in stone as of yet.

PrometheusDark: I was worried about how to present itself without making either character a mary sue who simply doesn't lose, or fodder to artificially prop up the other. I hope the next chapter especially gives more time to carve out their strengths.

That said, I hope you enjoy Chapter 6, Bonding.

It didn't take long for the trio to be met with a couple Zora guardsmen at the gates. Apparently Lizal raids were quite common even this deep within the Lanayru region, and unfortunate travelers weren't rare. The sight of Link charging headlong into the wilds wasn't a cause for alarm either, as he had been known throughout the settlement to frequently come and go as he pleased. What got their attention, however, was the sight of the sole Princess of Hyrule unreservedly, and unaccompanied, towards the frontier of civilization. Not wanting to get another scolding by Seggin or Bazz, two unwitting Zoras rushed as fast as their feet would allow.

The Princess was pleased, and easily negotiated for caretakers for their horses, at least for one more evening. The Zoras knew very little of the nature of horses, but they would be fools to deny such an important political figure. They quickly found a place for Epona and Zelda's pristine white steed, whom she had yet to settle on a name for. They also noticed a striking black steed nestled just beyond a rock across the span. It looked slightly bigger than average and was clearly well-defined and well-cared for. The dark hair upon its mane made it look equally opaque.

"That's my horse there. His name is Fitz, and I would be deeply thankful if you could look after him as well."

Both guardsmen gave a shrug before taking the black horse's reigns to meet with the others. That was the last sight the two duelists took in before pursuing the long-since-gone Zelda.

"Sir Link, if you don't mind me asking, who was that woman who shot those Shock Arrows? I assume you two are well-acquainted?"

Link wanted to laugh at that comment, but he completely understood the bewilderment of being confronted by such an imposing figure that he knew nothing about. "Her name is Zelda. She is the last Princess of what was the Kingdom of Hyrule."

"The Princess?!" Scott's jaw sank to new depths as he took in the new information. "I-I can't believe it… Now I've done it… What do I do, Sir Link?"

He had to admit, the Hero did like being spoken to with his own honorific.

"It's quite alright, Scott. No harm is going to come of you. I will protect you from her, just as it is my duty to protect her from the dangers of the world."

"Wait… if you're her appointed knight, then… SHE is THE Princess of legend as well? You've both aged quite well in consideration!"

"Her situation is a bit… easier to explain. I can explain it later, but," the Hero let out a yawn. "I recommend you speak with the Princess while you're here. I get the feeling she'll start to warm up to you."

"Are you sure? What are you going to do, Sir Link?"

"I'm going to take a nap. I've been awake for well-over twenty-four hours now, and I need to be well-rested before we leave tomorrow."

"Are you serious? No wonder I was able to win, you were holding back! How gentlemanly of you!"

The duo reached their crossroads, the central plaza of the Zora Domain. Just before they were to go their separate ways, Scott took immediate notice of the central statue.

"This statue is one of the most beautiful I've ever seen! This woman must have been quite important."

"She was the crown jewel of the Zora people… She was Lady Mipha, their Princess."

The outsider noticed the pangs of sadness in his partner's voice. "She must have meant a great deal to you as well."

"She was… in a manner of speaking."

"I see…" the red-eyed wanderer let his gaze shift back to the statue, admiring the delicate grace with which the sculpture was carved. "I would have been honored to meet her."

The blond didn't give a response. He averted his eyes toward the ground and shifted his form in a different direction. "I suppose we should part ways at this point. Please enjoy your stay in the Domain, it's one of my favorite locations within the Kingdom."

Scott was about to turn and leave just the same, but something caught a glimmer within his right eye. He looked at Link's waist and saw something peculiar next to his satchel. "Sir Link, if you don't mind me asking, you have something on your waist…"

The good Sir stopped cold and checked his right side for a familiar tablet. He unfurled it with a dumbfounded expression, as if it weren't meant to be there.

Did Zelda see this?

Did she know?

Is that why she was acting differently?

"What is this mysterious thing?"

The jig was up. There was no turning back now.

"This is what's called a 'Sheikah Slate.' It's an ancient marvel of technology crafted by the Ancient Sheikah. It's capable of limitlessly conjuring magical powers that assist me in my travels."

The man in black was mesmerized. "What kind of magical powers, if I may?"

"In my hands, it can spawn explosives out of thin air, summon pillars of ice, even freeze hostile foes in time… and that may not even be the limits of its capabilities. There are only two in the world: this one, and the original held by the Princess."

Link held up the Slate and swiped through some of its features in demonstration. The most peculiar sight, however, was that as Scott watched, his sclera seemed to flash red for just a moment. It was probably the light emanating from the tablet.

"One last thing… for the love of Nayru, do not tell the Princess that this exists and is within my possession. It's a recent addition and I'm still waiting for the right moment to introduce it."

"Say no more, Sir Link. Your secret is safe with me!"

The Hero smiled. His agreeableness and easy understanding of his point of view were greatly appreciated. He was almost like a reflection of himself, in a way. At this point, he finally turned to take his leave. He turned not toward the inn, but toward the Zora Palace. He was sure the King wouldn't reject his request.

Link was in a state of bewilderment.

On one hand, he had known for sure that King Dorephan would in no way object to him taking a nap within one of the guest chambers. He had reassured him that he was family, so it was perfectly consistent.

On the other, he never imagined that he would be led to such elegant chambers. He didn't know what to think of it. Dorephan insisted that it would be perfectly acceptable, and that he had them prepared for him specifically upon news that he and the Princess were due to visit the Domain. Link imagined that it would be improper, but the King gave his reassurances, and he knew that it was what his daughter would have wanted if she were still among them.

The room itself was a masterpiece to behold. It was quite massive, much larger than the suite reserved for Zelda. The walls were adorned with the finest craftsmanship and artistry among the Zora people. Chandeliers of Luminous Stone draped down from the ceiling. The floors contained the familiar mosaics and differing shadings of blue and turquoise as seen in the rest of the palace. Ten thousand years of artistic development reflected itself well within these walls.

The center contained a turquoise, translucent round table, flanked by a matching couch and elegant armchairs. On one side, a massive long wooden table joined by matching silk-cushioned wooden chairs rested. On the opposing side, massive bookshelves covered the wall, towering as high as Prince Sidon. Of the two remaining walls, one was fitted with massive glass windows, while the other held a multitude of weapon mounts, with a central one gilded with opal and sapphire accents. Littered throughout the room were massive plush dolls, comfortable rugs, elegant draperies…

The tired hero lazily trailed toward the massive, canopied waterbed. It was colored a vibrant turquoise and held by four ruby red columns. After everything that had transpired recently, he was looking forward to a good day's rest. He took off his arms and mounted them on the nearby wall, and then his brown boots. With everything in order, he moved toward the comforting cushions ahead as we would with any task, with his best foot forward…

…Followed by his other foot colliding with something hard.

"Ouch!"

He quickly sprawled onto the bed, gently blowing his bruised right toe. What did he just hit?

He gingerly moved off the bed and examined the area underneath. Sure enough, he pulled out a metallic chest, which looked as if it weren't opened in a long time.

Try as he might, the chest wouldn't budge. It was locked, and there wasn't a key in sight. It was a shame; some secrets were to remain hidden.

Once again, the blonde took his position amongst the inexplicably comforting bed beneath him. As his mind slowly drifted off, he envisioned all that came to his mind: his duties to Zelda, his longing to learn more about Mipha, and the true meaning behind his Slate. One thought ran through his conscious as he drifted away…

'How did that get there?'

Seldom an arrow flew through the Zora Archery Range now. Aside from a passing guard, it was only inhabited by Zelda, who was diligently examining her ebony bow. Her focus was aimed at the upper portion, where a nick was present just above the grip.

The Princess was out of practice, but she clearly remembered all her instructions on the bow and maintenance. The Sheikah-crafted Royal Guard's set of weapons were developed to be extra powerful, but just as vulnerable, and they frequently broke after repeated use. As a result, most of the Royal Guard dropped their use except for purely ceremonial purposes. The inquisitive blonde wasn't satisfied and worked closely with the craftsmen to increase her knowledge on her bow. It wasn't difficult to learn how to properly care for it and prevent it from breaking.

She really didn't understand why Link gave her all those extra bows, when this one was the only spare she needed. On the subject of Link, she surmised that he was the culprit behind the bruise on the bow. It wasn't just coincidence that he found it: he probably took it out for a run as well. Oh well, it could have been worse.

A pitter patter of water splashing against boots interrupted her thoughts. By the repetition and direction of the sound, she could tell that their owner was moving toward her. Without turning around, she gave a passing comment to her visitor.

"I told you Link, please enjoy your day off."

She was flustered. Did he forget how to give someone personal space?

"Please forgive me, your highness. I've merely come to apologize for earlier."

She finally stood and turned to meet her visitor, who turned out to not be whom she assumed it to be. Kneeling before her was the ebony-clad warrior who pinned her knight just minutes before. The gesture was unexpected, but not unwelcome, yet she wouldn't reveal her cards just yet. She did hold a grudge.

"You have some nerve to come after me, especially after what you've done with my knight." She readjusted her grip on the bow, pulling it into a more practical stance. "I promise the next arrow won't miss its mark."

Scott was sweating bullets and refused to avert his gaze from the ground. "I'm truly sincere when I meant no harm! I challenged Sir Link to a duel, but never expected to best such a warrior. Even more, I never thought I'd meet the legendary Princess and heiress to the throne, Zelda in the flesh. I mean no hostilities, only repentance."

A wry thought and a smirk passed by her face. "I'm impressed that you know of my name and station, warrior. Even more so, you know of the old customs of the Knights of Hyrule. What is your name, and from where do you hail?"

"My name is Scott, I hail from islands far to the south inhabited by the survivors of Hyrule. I am the grandnephew of Sir Gulley and grandson of Yuya, both of whom helped shepherd those they could to safety. I am their sole surviving heir."

The Princess was usually excellent at sealing her hidden emotions from public view. It was a useful asset, as she was amazed upon the mention of such names. Gulley was the last leader of the Hyrule Royal Guards, and her father's most trusted knight. He had only recently entered that position after it was vacated by Link, to escort her and to be more flexible when Calamity Ganon returned. She assumed that he would have went down with the castle on that fateful day, and her magic didn't permit her to detect his presence… or his remains. Inwardly, she was glad to hear that he not only survived, but helped others reach asylum.

The other name was even more surprising. She was quite close with Yuya, which was natural considering his place among the court as its poet. It only seemed like yesterday when he would serenade her with fanciful lyrics for any occasion. She was equally grateful that he was able to survive, but considering his age, she assumed he could have lived to this day alongside Impa and the others. It saddened her to hear of his fate, but nothing could be done. At least he met someone who brought him happiness.

"I can't say that I'm unimpressed to have met such a prodigal warrior." Zelda relaxed a bit, putting away her bow before taking another good look at the man in front of her. "You have my attention. Stand, Sir Scott. What is your business coming to Hyrule?"

The ebony-clad warrior rose to his feet, and the Princess finally got a good look at his face. The tan skin, the pale hair, the red eyes: these were all endemic of one with an equal balance of Hylian and Sheikah ancestry, perhaps a slight weight toward the latter. If it weren't for his mannerisms, she would have simply referred to him as Dark Link.

"Thank you, Princess. To be frank, my purpose was to follow my grandfather to this land in order to find him. My parents died when I was young and I had spent several years with him, but he departed our islands for this kingdom before the midpoint of my life. My great uncle Gully's last wish was for me to find him. I had been traveling this land for many months before I discovered grandfather Yuya's fate, which saddened me deeply."

She regretted asking the question, but such things were necessary and normal in a world like theirs.

"Call me crazy, but I feel lacking in purpose. My great uncle had trained me from birth in the sword and said that I may be called upon to save our ancestral homeland one day. From the sound of things, that fight is over. I'm now in search of a new destiny."

"There must be boundless opportunities for a swordsman of your caliber. You've bested the best knight of the last century by yourself, which is no small feat."

"It wasn't a true victory, he clearly sandbagged considering his condition…"

"A victory is a victory, no matter how it is achieved, Scott. Link knows this as well, the sharpest sword in your arsenal is within your mind."

With the atmosphere much more relaxed, the Princess took a seat at her perch, and motioned to sit on a round stool diagonal from her bench. He didn't seem like an assassin or outwardly hostile, but she wasn't completely sold on him either.

"I've noticed the arms on your back. May I see your blade, perchance?"

The moon-haired man nodded and presented his family blade to her. She admired the craftsmanship of the Royal Guard's Sword, and how it was delicately cared for over the ages. The sword in particular contained a small marking on the underside of its cross-guard. It was barely visible, but a trio of triangles were embedded there, similar to the sigil of the royal family.

"I can't imagine that you crafted this yourself."

"Aye. It was a family heirloom, passed down from my great uncle. He taught me to properly care for and respect it, as an extension of myself."

She smiled, even if it was just a little bit.

"These blades were crafted by the Sheikah one hundred years ago. They were designed to improve upon the already existing arms used by the Royal Guards, but their durability could not keep up with their rigid regimen. They mostly fell into disuse and out of circulation, so it's incredible to see such a blade that has been so carefully maintained."

"What you've said is consistent with what my great uncle once told me. He told me that whenever damage started to erode the blade, I should apply a mixture of oil and a local herb. It never failed him throughout his life, and it has yet to disappoint me."

She was more than impressed. It wasn't the exact remedy she used, but the results could not be denied, which explained how such a sword could be maintained and regularly used for all this time. She gingerly returned the blade to its wielder. She peeked over his shoulder, instantly recognizing the ebony frame and deducing that it was indeed the matching Royal Guard's Shield. Perhaps she could learn a thing or two from this outsider.

"Princess Zelda? May I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead."

"Can you tell me the history of Hyrule, and of this Calamity?"

"Why certainly. Now, where to begin? Ah, I know. It all started on one day… when a fortune teller was heard in the royal court…"

"It was a pleasure to be at your service, master Link! We hope to see you again soon!"

The aforementioned Hylian nodded and turned to his trusty steed. He enjoyed his time within the Zora Domain, but it was time for him to return to his duty. The Princess would be waiting for him at a nearby village just outside of Lanayru, and he had until nightfall to rendezvous with her.

He had visited and left the Domain several times within his lifetime, but for some reason, this departure weighed much heavier on his mind than the others. He of course cherished his friends among the Zora, just as he would for the other races as well, but he couldn't put his finger on it. These feelings would have to be put on hold: his duty was far more important.

It was only a few seconds after he motioned for his horse to trot away when a shout interrupted his thoughts.

"Delivery for one Master Link! Delivery!"

Link craned his neck and saw a narrow figure from the Domain dashing at incredibly high speeds. His red hat and white attire made him highly distinguishable among the taller and colorful Zoras.

This eccentric figure could be no other than the infamous Postman.

The aerodynamic figure reached the brown horse within moments and transitioned into jogging in place, holding a ruby-red envelope in his right hand.

Curious, Link took the envelope and nodded. He wasn't expecting any deliveries, and if he had forgotten something, he wouldn't have to make a long trek back.

"Thank you, Postman."

"No, Master Link, thank YOU for keeping our roads safe. Until we meet again."

With a one-handed salute, the Postman waved off his recipient and dashed to his next delivery.

After being left alone in his thoughts, he took a better look at the parcel in his hands. The envelope itself was quite simple, with a modest plain coloring. On the reverse, the folds were sealed with the sigil of the triple crescent, the insignia of the Zora people. He carefully tugged it open, in a way that didn't tear any part of it.

Within was a piece of paper with a long, elegant scrawl on it. After looking both ways to ensure there were no interlopers, he exhaled and began reading.

'Link,

I hope this finds you well.

There are so many thoughts I wish to confer onto you right now, but I don't want to overwhelm you just yet. I could scarcely get any rest within my room, so I took my energies to the quill instead.

First, I want to truly thank you for last night. I cannot express my emotions in words, no matter how much time I devote to them. It felt like a massive burden was lifted from my shoulders, and all my worries washed away with the tide. It didn't happen… exactly as planned, but yet again, I never planned to hold these feelings for a Hylian such as yourself.

Secondly, I want you to take as much time as you feel that you need. We may never know how long it will take you to make a decision, a life-changing one at that, but I want you to know in your heart that you've made the right one. You need not worry about me, as I litigated many months before coming to my conclusion. It's only right for you to be permitted the same.

You're probably wondering how I was able to craft the Zora Armor to match your proportions so perfectly… Do you remember the time we confronted the Lynel of Ploymous Mountain together? You left something for me to repair, but you never came back to retrieve it. Don't worry, I still have it, and I will gladly return it to you on your next visit. I would've returned it earlier, but it was… necessary.

This week is oriented to be quite stressful. Father has tasked me with assisting patrols keeping the northern bluffs safe, and Sidon begged me to bring him along. I managed to convince him that we can start his combat training, and by the end of the week he may even get his own weapon! I don't think a spear would fit him just yet, but maybe a bow, or a sword would do.

Sometimes I feel that I could just converse with you forever. Or just silently contemplate while being in your company. I was drawn to how you always conducted yourself in a soft-spoken manner, yet my verbosity on you is elongated and imprecise, how ironic.

Again, thank you for making last night so magical. Even if it had to end, it will live on in my mind always. Please don't feel pressured to make a decision one way or the other. No matter which path you choose, I will understand, and I will still be there for you, no matter when or how. In the meantime, I will await the next time we meet.

Please do send my regards to Princess Zelda, I hope all is well.

Forever yours,

Mipha'

He re-read it a few times to take in everything that was there.

He brought his finger to his cheek to wipe away a teardrop. He was touched, and another feeling started welling up inside of him, but he didn't have the leisure time to figure it out.

He opened his satchel and carefully inserted the letter and envelope within. Moments later, he nudged his horse, signaling for it to resume its course.

Link woke up relatively quickly, and in sweat.

He took inventory of his surroundings. Where was he? What about the letter?

He quickly realized he was still within the confines of his guest bedroom, underneath some of the most luxurious covers he ever felt since his awakening. It was a shame, the dream felt so real.

'Maybe because it was...?'

It was possible that he just experienced a vision of the past. It was also possible that any hallucination could be construed as a memory. He figured that one could potentially envy his position. The Hylian Champion could fill in the gaps of memory with his own desired story, filled with whatever facets and flaws he wanted. The only ones alive who could possibly object to his entertainment were either too young to remember, on death's door, or neither privy nor caring about such a thing. But that wasn't who he was. He wanted to know the truth.

Since he had a firm grasp on what was reality, he decided to give his surroundings a second look. The furnishings were so ornate and lavish, he felt out of place, but at the same time, right at home.

After stretching and yawning, he escaped from his bed and started moving around. He felt like a new warrior with his stamina recharged, and he wanted to break into several routines to get the blood pumping.

It would be a bit more challenging, as the night sky stretched above the mountains. It was quite likely that most of the Domain was asleep, including Zelda. A pity that his vacation time was spent so quickly. He'd might as well go back to sleep.

That was exactly what the knight was going to do. That is, before a sudden impulse drew him toward a nightstand next to the bed. It was simple, bearing nothing on top and only hosting a single drawer on its side. If experience was anything to go by, magnificent treasures were held within containers unbefitting of their contents.

He motioned toward the stand and gently pulled the knob back, taking care to not take any chances of damaging the furniture. Within were simply a set of folded linens. A disappointing sigh followed.

'What was I supposed to expect? It's a guest room anyway.'

At least his curiosity was satisfied for the evening. He began closing the drawer, accepting what was in front of him.

'Wait… Zoras don't use linen in their clothing…'

Link reversed his prior action, taking another look within the drawer to explore its contents. He steadily placed his hand on the linens and gingerly shifted through them. After a few moments, he felt something hard and cold. Gripping the offending object firmly, he retrieved his hand from below and brought the contents to the surface.

In his hand was a silver key. The tip was carved into the shape of a small heart, while the bow diverged into a trio of crescents. It was unique, so unique that he couldn't recall ever seeing a lock matching such a design…

Unless…

The blonde looked down at his foot, then back at the key, and hatched an idea.

He pulled the locked chest out from under the bed and rested it a few feet away from its hiding place. This was the moment of truth. He inserted the key into the lock.

Click.

With a turn, the lock came undone, and the chest began to open.

He took one big gulp before exposing his treasure. What could it be? A brilliantly cut diamond? A case of gold rupees? A master craft of a sword? Whatever lay within would surely be of unspeakable value to its owner. Regardless of its contents, surely the first thing he'd notice would be its shimmer within the room.

Truth be told, the first thing that came to mind was the musty old smell, which forced the treasure hunter to back up two feet in response. What crawled up in there and died?

Still pinching his nose, Link slowly inched his way back to the chest. He came this far and faced much more unpleasant obstacles. This wouldn't deter him. With a brave face, he turned his eyes into the chest, looking for the source of the offending odor. In a moment, his deft eyes caught the source of the sour stench, and his hands quickly removed the object from the container.

It was a linen shirt.

Who would lock a musty old shirt away in such an elaborate chest? It didn't even seem that remarkable. It was a tan, linen shirt with several patches around the middle and on the sleeves. It didn't look any different from the undershirts he wore, nor was it any bigger or smaller.

He quickly surmised that this couldn't be the treasure, yet he gently folded it and placed it beside him, out of respect for its prior owner. With that taken care of, he returned to the chest, searching for its other contents.

Unfortunately for the plunderer, it was mostly empty. All that remained were a few pieces of scattered papers and blue envelopes. The blue envelopes were carefully removed, it seemed, so well that not even the golden wax to seal them was damaged. On closer inspection, said wax looked quite refined, with an imprint of three triangles taking the centerfold. That was clearly the royal seal of Hyrule.

With his curiosity reignited, he reached into the chest and pulled out the topmost written script. The writing and prose resembled nothing of the vivid lines from his dream, and parts of the paper were smudged, indicating the wear of time on the parchment. It was still somewhat legible to him, and he began reading.

'Hey,

I just wanted to let you know that I got your letter safe and sound. To be honest, I wasn't expecting to get something like that, and I was pleasantly surprised to have received it. Don't feel intimidated by the packaging: I didn't have any stationary on me, and I had to haggle this off the Princess. I'd prefer not to say what I did, or what I ate, to get this…

Anyways, I want to start by saying how I truly enjoyed that evening we held together as well. I've always enjoyed the times I get to visit this part of Hyrule, and when I got to bond with you. I thought it funny that I felt most comfortable around someone who spoke as conservatively as myself, but I'm relieved that you came to the same conclusion.

As you know, we have a tremendous burden looming over us. It's quite daunting, and I have a sinking feeling that even though planning may be indispensable, our plans will be for naught. The thoughts permeate my mind every day, and I cannot allow myself to focus on even the most mundane of emotions, such as joy. I haven't even planned a life beyond this coming conflict, and yet here you are.

I've always cherished the times we spent together, whether it was exploring caves, defending your home, or just basking in each other's company. I'm at ease whenever I visit because I'm reminded of halcyon days when looming evil was nothing more than a mere bedtime story. No matter what happens, promise me that you won't forget that.

I suddenly don't feel as lonely regarding my current tour. We are supposed to investigate ruins within the Faron Region and search for clues. My detail is pulling me toward the central falls and has tasked me with obtaining a Horn of Farosh. She believes that when brewed in an elixir, it will greatly enhance its effectiveness. I've never been excellent at botany, but we will see how that turns out.

I'm starting to warm up to her company as of late, but for some reason, it feels a bit empty. Sure, we've become more cordial as time has gone on, but it's not the same as when I'm with you. I don't feel as comfortable when I'm with her. I'm counting down the days until this term ends, and I can enjoy another break.

I want to thank you as well, for everything you've done. At times I feel a bit selfish to rely on you to mend my wounds, but it always sets me at ease when you do. I only wish I could do something equally as magnificent, to truly do them justice. Perhaps I will find that along the way.

The Princess is indeed doing just fine, and she's lavished praise on your progress. She says to keep up the excellent work.

…

Your Knight in Shining Zora Armor'

The eloquence, the verbosity, the sentimentality. Who could have written this letter? Judging by the odor, it must have been held within for quite some time. Knowing the longevity of the Zoras, it may have been up to ten thousand years.

Something told him that it was much more recent than that.

The knight took one of the envelopes into his hands. The envelopes were of a distinct royal blue, and he had to bring it to his tunic to confirm his suspicions. They were of almost the same shade.

He discovered another clue when he turned the envelope over and made out a smidgen of text written on the front.

'Addressed to Lady Mipha of the Zora Domain'

It couldn't be.

It perchance was a coincidence. After all, Zelda's name was tradition within her royal family to be given upon the daughters of their line. There was probably a similar provision within other ruling houses to recycle familial names to preserve the prestige of the privileged.

Except there was no mention of such a tradition within any part of Zora society.

It could be.

He'd humor the idea for a moment. Even if this text was referencing Mipha, there was no way these documents were legitimate. It was probably just a ruse by some of the nobles to bolster his self-confidence, a white lie to lighten his mood and give some closure to his massive hero's journey.

That theory might have held a chance, yet the hero took in his surroundings once more. His room was quite elegant, so much more than a guest chamber offered to the next Queen of Hyrule, and for a common warrior such as himself. Courageous as his deeds may be, he would still be leagues behind her in importance.

There was a chance, that this wasn't just a guest bedroom. Maybe it was an old bedroom for someone important… Someone like…

Oh dear.

It was.

Not only was he reading her letters… Link was in Mipha's room.

Then that meant that these letters were written… by him?

'Your Knight in Shining Zora Armor'

Even that cheesy line from his memory on Vah Ruta was there. It was definitely him.

No wonder he was a mute.

It took a few moments for him to take everything in at once. He was humbled at casually resting in a room of such importance, especially to someone who was equally important. His prior disgust transformed into self-flagellation for items that belonged to his dear friend. There was no way he could have known what lay in store, but that still wasn't a satisfactory excuse for his thoughts.

The chest must have contained items that carried significant importance to her. So much so, that the contents were fiercely guarded even from family, to the point where even a century later they couldn't find them. Even the items themselves looked as if they were meticulously cared for. The text looked a bit worn, with the ink seemingly running at odd corners of the paper. Was it because he was a sloppy writer?

He pulled out the other papers from the depths, carefully collecting within his hands. He skimmed through them and deduced that they were all similar letters written in the same format, likely from him judging by the handwriting. He didn't naturally feel like the passionate romantic that regularly sent love letters to one that he fancied. Maybe there was a back and forth going on.

Then he remembered: his dream…

The first letter seemed like an almost perfect response to the letter he read in his dream. It was quite unusual for him to remember text written that vividly. Maybe it wasn't a dream, but a memory.

'Then that means…'

She was too good for this world. A gentle personality full of kindness and respect for those around her. Someone who treasured him not for the great hero that he was, but the simple Hylian that he is.

'It shouldn't have ended this way.'

Downtrodden, he reached into his satchel, desiring to press the Zora Armor to his face. He was a fool to think so casually of bringing back the dead. Purah's experiments would inevitably lead nowhere fast. Even if the Blood Moon theory were possible, they only had a two-week window to enact some grand plan. He'd recall Zelda occasionally praying for the serenity to accept the things she could not change.

Instead he felt a heated, yet cool object in his hands and pulled it out. The familiar red glow of his Slate seemed a bit like a taunt. He stared deep within the eye, and the Sheikah eye stared right back. He'd need the courage to change the things he could.

'It doesn't have to be this way.'

Finally, he turned his head to the side of the grand bed. The Master Sword rested on an angle against the wall, glittering within its golden sheath. No matter how dire the battle, this blade never forsook him, and neither he it. The hero recounted several times where the odds were stacked against him, where he fell in battle and lost those he cared about and was given a second chance. If there was a way for him to right the wrongs of the past, he would find it. He had already done it once before.

"It won't end this way."

The grandeur of this room. The notes he held within his hand. The smiling faces from the night before. The Princess who meant the world to her people. These were what he was fighting for. They were his motivation. He owed it to himself to do what he could.

The yawn escaping from Link's lips indicated that it was time for him to return to bed. He made a mental note to contact Robbie at a later date. He would definitely hold some insight into his situation, and he could assess a theory the knight had. For now, he had to get his rest before the return trek in the morning.

The collection of letters was placed within his inventory, compiled for reading at a later date. The linen shirt was returned to the chest and placed under lock and key. He didn't quite understand it's value, but Mipha would have placed it within for a reason. One person's trash is another's treasure.

As he returned to his bed and relaxed his muscles, he allowed himself to embrace his situation. He was home and where he was meant to be. His work was far from over, but that would be for another day.

"It's a bit early for you to be awake."

Sidon heard a call for him from the east, but the figure was blurred out by the morning sunlight rising above the mountains. He got a good look via shielding his eyelids, recognizing the source of the comment.

"Ah, there you are Link! I was prepared to see you off, but not so soon."

The hero joined the Prince at his usual perch, the central statue.

"Don't mind me, I was just… thinking about a few things."

The magnanimous Zora showed signs of contemplation. He showed similar contemplation when he arrived in the Domain, although this expression was less sad and more uncertain.

"What troubles you?"

"Caring as always. I always enjoy your company. Haha!"

He turned his face toward the statue of his sister once more, this time with his usual grin absent. Whatever happened in the previous day must have been less than optimistic.

"There are a number of things on my mind, old friend. It's not easy these days with my father. His condition is rapidly deteriorating. Male Zora royalty inherit gigantism, allowing them to grow until they die. You can see the effects with him: it's permitted him his massive bulk and strength. Our medics are saying that it's having an adverse effect on his health. They fear for the worst…"

Link was saddened to hear this. The king had only just accepted him as "family" and welcomed him into his home: something he had been lacking since his awakening. In a world that felt completely alien, one of his last remaining anchors was in danger. He didn't know what to say or do, other than place a reassuring hand on Sidon's back.

"Thank you… Ever since I was born, I was being prepared for this moment. I've been raised and reminded every day that my career is intertwined with his death, which while the event isn't surprising, it doesn't make it any less hurtful… He's all that I've got left, aside from you, Link."

He could feel the anguish in these words. It was rare to see such an optimistic figure in such a despondent state, but even the prince needed to vent.

"I spent all of yesterday searching Vah Ruta for anything new, to raise his morale. Old weapons, abandoned artifacts, anything that could be linked with my sister… nothing. I found nothing. Not even the torn shreds of her Champion's Sash. Not a trace remains! That demon must have incinerated every trace of her back then…"

Link was the master of keeping a brave face. His unemotive expression masked his pain upon hearing the reality reach his ears. Still, he responded by rubbing Sidon's back as he spoke.

"Maybe… maybe if she were still alive, she could…"

"Peace, Sidon. Don't over encumber yourself with such a burden. Even if she were alive, her powers wouldn't be sufficient to mend his condition. She'd want you to be the same optimistic, dashing, goofy prince you've always been, and lead the Zoras through a new golden age."

"Thank you, Link." The large royal turned to face his would-be brother and brought him into a massive bear hug. "I still have you, and Zelda, and all our magnificent friends! I'm glad to have lived in the same lifetime with you."

'Right back at you.' Was all the hero could think while being choked to death.

Link and Sidon stood at the end of the bridge entering the Zora Domain. The Knight was eagerly awaiting the Princess' arrival. He was optimistic that they could exit Lanayru and reach a stable by nightfall if they left soon. Hyrule's favorite prince was there to see them off, of course. He wasn't bored in the slightest, as the trio of horses kept him busy. He was fascinated by them and expressed a boyish grin as he caressed Epona.

"It's incredible that you Hylians ride these beasts into battle. The Zora don't domesticate any animals: anything we encounter is either an ally, an enemy, or food. I can't even imagine how difficult it would be to train any of them."

"It's not as hard as it looks. After you've corralled a few of them, it's just a matter of applying a steady hand and being predictable."

The blonde readjusted his Slate onto his holster. He was able to add minor fixes to it so that the Slate wouldn't fall off by accident. He still couldn't tell Zelda about it, not yet. He had to find a good avenue to share the information, but the longer he sat on it, the uglier her response will become. If things went his way, he would confess after the last Blood Moon rose. That would give him enough time to confer a proper explanation, he thought.

"So, your horse is named… Epona!"

Link nodded, and Sidon gave his trademark pose to revel in his victory.

"Let's see, this black one is quite strange. I thought you came as a pair?"

"That horse belongs to a traveler named Scott. We met yesterday. He said his horse is named 'Fitz.'"

"I see…" the Zora attempted to caress the mane of the dark horse. The steed was guarded, but eventually relaxed and lowered its neck to grant easier access.

"Then, this pure white horse belongs to Zelda! Its name is…"

"I'm sorry to keep you two waiting!"

Both turned to see Zelda approaching from across the bridge. Link hurriedly hid his Slate within his satchel before she could garner a closer look.

The Princess was wearing her traveling attire, with her Bow of Light holstered on her back. As she drew closer the pair noticed something else.

She had company.

"Good morning, Sir Link! It's good to see you again!"

Behind her was not a stark shadow, but Scott, waving his hand to the Hylian he admired.

"Zelda! Thank you for what you've done and for visiting us! Please feel free to come again soon." The prince craned his neck to face the newcomer. After taking note of his physical features, his face morphed into a look of surprise. "I beg your pardon, but I did not see you entering the Domain. Who are you, traveler?"

"My name is Scott. I'm descended from Hylian refugees in the southern isles, and-"

"…He's pledged himself to the Knights of Hyrule."

Bright blue eyes widened at this last exaltation.

"What do you mean, 'Knights of Hyrule,' Zelda?"

The Princess gave a wry smile as she explained herself. "Yesterday, Link and I encountered this fellow at this very bridge. Although in sport, he did engage with my appointed knight and pinned him before I intervened."

"P-pinned? You mean Link lost?" The notion that the Hylian he spent his life believing in had lost a fight was equally as unexpected as the perpetrator looking exactly like him.

"So, it seems, Sidon. Although the circumstances aren't cut and dry, he did attack an agent of the crown, which regardless is an offence. To merit his punishment, I've commuted him to serving on the frontlines. He's demonstrated he's more than capable of holding his own, and he has the lineage to support it."

The Hylian Champion stroked his chin. This could be interesting, but it made him a bit uneasy. They had just met this person. Yesterday, the Princess was at his throat, and now she was giving a full-throated endorsement of him. She must know something he didn't.

"It would be an honor and a privilege to serve alongside you, Sir Link!"

Sidon flipped his head toward Link, who gave a smile in response, and back to Scott, who was erupting with pride and awe. He couldn't let himself be outdone.

"Aha! Of course, you would. I've seen many a battle, and Link is by far the greatest comrade to fight alongside me, the great Prince Sidon!"

Scott was taken off-guard by the raw charisma espoused by the fish-man in front of him. The glimmer in his toothy grin, the brilliant amber eyes, the perfect striking pose…

He would not lose.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Prince Sidon! I'll have you know that Link is a magnificent warrior with excellent swordsmanship. Our movements are so in-sync, that you could say we're two halves of a whole!"

The Sheikah swordsman attempted a pose of his own. He brought his left hand in a clenched fist up to his face and attempted a glimmering smile. His teeth, while white, did not glisten like the dew on the tips of the morning grass of the eastern Hyrule Fields, and his arm was a tad crooked.

It mattered little, as the Prince slightly staggered back. How was he going to come back from this sudden intimacy the outsider had with Link? How would he meet this cad's challenge?

"Tales of such artistry mingle like the fabled flame dancers of old. But I'll have you know, Link and I swam into battle to disarm the Divine Beast Vah Ruta. Our movements were as swift as the rapids, and our delivery as mighty as the falls beneath us!"

Such… such a magnificent tale of bravery and daring! The wanderer was clearly outmatched by his new rival.

"That's quite enough, both of you."

Link was relieved that Zelda stepped in to defuse the situation.

"I hope you don't mind the company Link, and the suddenness of this decision. It's just that I've been thinking it over yesterday, about how I, no we, have been dependent on you and your service throughout this ordeal. Despite our greatest efforts, even when we thank your labors, you've been at my side without respite. Yet you hold an important niche, one that we haven't been able to fully replace Hylia forbid anything happen to you. Then this gentleman came along…"

"He's proven himself to be a gifted warrior and a noble soul, and with proper training he could be a capable alternate in your absence, in light of the state of affairs of this Kingdom. He could be the first among many of a new generation of soldiers safeguarding the land, making it as safe as it once was."

"Sir Link, if I may. I'm in complete agreement with Princess Zelda, and it would be an honor to fight by your side. It would be an honor to learn from you, the greatest swordsman in all the land."

The hero couldn't say no, especially after he made such a humble bow in respect. He almost felt bad hearing him address him as "Sir Link." He smiled and nodded in approval.

"Excellent! If we depart now, we can cross the Lanayru Wetlands by nightfall, and reach Kakariko Village by the end of tomorrow. The Village is full of the Sheikah people, Scott. You'll fit right in and learn more about your heritage there."

His eyes lit up at the thought of learning more about his background. The red-eyed warrior could barely hold his excitement for the adventure.

"Be careful, Zelda. Our patrols have noticed a significant migration in hostile creatures as of the last couple weeks. Take caution on the roads."

"Thank you, Sidon. We won't be making any detours this time."

With a wave to signal their departure, Sidon made one last glance at Scott, amber eyes meeting ruby, and leaped backwards into the falls below. They could see a small red speck riding the waterfall towards the Domain, but just barely due to the speed.

"So, the Zoras can swim up waterfalls? I guess their fins aren't just for show."

"There's plenty more I can tell you about the Zora people. They have a storied history much like our own. They're steadfast allies to the end, Link could tell you that."

The three turned to their horses, adjusting themselves to their respective saddles. Since the span connecting the Zora Domain with the rest of the Lanayru region was too narrow, they crossed it one at a time. As Zelda finally reached the other side, she patted her horse with a smile, indicating she had something on her mind.

"I've finally decided on a name for my horse."

Her two knights turned to their Princess, awaiting her proclamation.

"From now on, you will be known as Sayre."

She noticed that both nodded identically, with exact timing and depth. It looked like unconscious coordination. She'd have to keep a closer eye on them.

The day was young, and so were they. The trio had a lot of ground to cover that day.