Chapter 20 - Work of the Divine

Link's eyes flung open. He was laying down in a bed that was completely foreign to him. In fact, the entire scene in front of him seemed very strange. He slowly tried to pull himself up to a sitting position on the side of the bed, but he soon realized that there was a pain in his right foot that made it unbearable for him to even move it. His entire body ached all over and he housed a huge headache that made the entire world around him seem to spin.

"Take it easy, you still need rest." He heard someone say.

Link closed his eyes again and tried to remember exactly what had happened to him. But, try as he did, he simply could not. The last thing he could remember was getting defeated by Ganondorf's sent assassin, and then everything went black.

Link groaned and rubbed his eyes lightly, perhaps hoping that doing so would help him see the situation he had fallen into more clearly. He slowly opened his eyes again and began to study his surroundings closely. He soon noticed that he was lying down in the bed that he had originally rented in the inn. He also noticed his sword and shield were still resting innocently on the table that he had placed them on earlier, and he couldn't help but feel disgruntled by the fact that they were not this close by when he actually needed them during his fight.

"How are you feeling?"

Link looked around and noticed that it was Lyza who was talking to him. She had drawn a chair up to the side of his bed and was wearily watching over him.

"Lyza…" Link groaned. "What's going on? Where…where is Ilia?"

"You need to relax." Lyza replied, trying to change the subject.

"Lyza, where is she?" Link said again, perhaps more forcefully than he had intended.

Lyza shook her head almost imperceptibly. "I'm sorry, Link." She said, hardly louder than a whisper.

It was not a very clarifying answer, but it was enough to confirm his fears. In his anger and sadness, Link violently pounded down on his bed with his right hand, an action which he instantly regretted. The impact caused the bed to shake, and, by extension, Link as well. And this only compounded on the throbbing headache he was already feeling.

"How long has it been?" Link asked quietly, feeling overwhelmed by this plethora of bad news.

"Almost a day, now." She explained quietly, as if fearing that Link might lash out at her for giving him the bad news. "You passed out in the heat of the battle but that strange man did not go for you after that. He chased down Ilia and soon caught her, taking her with him somewhere. Then I brought you up here, and you've been unconscious up until now."

Link silently took a look out the nearby window. The sun was just visible off in the horizon, but in an hour or two, it would disappear and another day would come to an end. It was far too late to try to track down the man and Ilia now. They had gotten off to a day's head start, and that aside, Link was in absolutely no condition for any extensive travel now. As quickly as she had come, Ilia was gone.

Link sighed lightly and began to examine the extent of his injuries. He tossed the sheets off of his body and looked down at his foot. He noticed that his right foot was already completely wrapped in bandages. There was a large dry spot of blood noticeable on them, but the bleeding seemed to have stopped some time ago.

"I did the best that I could." Lyza said quietly as Link continued to examine his foot.

"And you did a good job." Link replied gratefully. "Thank you. But these bandages really should be changed now."

With that, Link began to try to get up again, but Lyza stood up and held him down on the bed. "No, you'll hurt yourself further. I'll go get more some more bandages."

Link smiled lightly as he watched Lyza leave the room, silently thanking his lucky stars for her help. Only the goddesses knew what terrible fate would have been in store for him if did not have her help. While he waited for her return, Link pulled himself into a sitting position on the side of the bed and began to unravel the bloodied bandages off of his foot. This process turned out to be quite painful, as the dry blood had fused with the bandages, so removing the bandages reopened the wound slightly. Small amounts of blood began to leak out from the wound, and Link used the now-removed piece of cloth to absorb the blood until Lyza got back with more bandages.

Soon, Lyza returned with more bandages, and she quickly discarded the old ones that Link had been using. Link allowed her to take over at this point, and she began wrapping a long piece of fresh cloth around his foot. She made the complete journey around his foot a few times before tucking the end of the cloth inside of itself, to keep the cloth from unraveling. She seemed to know what she was doing, which led him to believe that she had a good deal of experience with treating injuries.

With the fresh bandage secure, Link turned and lied back down on the bed. He wanted to feel optimistic that this wound would heal completely, but he just wasn't sure at this point. He had never sustained any kind of injury quite like this one. The foot was unique in that it felt the pressure of the entire body on top of it at all times. It had to be strong to be able to sustain such an enormous burden. And, given the extent of his injury, he was unsure whether his foot would ever be strong enough to support his weight again.

Lyza seemed to notice his worrisome aura, for she soon said encouragingly, "You'll get better, Link. Just give it some time."

"Time I don't have." Link muttered under his breath with a sigh, but he smiled lightly nonetheless. He quickly noted how she now used his true name, and he changed the subject by saying, "Well, I guess my secret is out now, huh?"

"What?" Lyza asked, slightly confused. But when she realized what he was talking about, she blushed and said quietly. "Oh, yeah. Link, had I known who you were, I…"

"Don't worry about it." Link interrupted. "It made for a fun couple of hours."

She smiled. "Anyway, your secret is safe with me. I won't tell anyone about your true identity or that…thing you had in your bed either."

Link gasped as he realized what she was referring to. "Midna." He muttered under his breath. He then began to look around the room for any sign of her.

"I laid it down on the floor on the other side of the bed." Lyza explained.

Link quickly peeked over the side of the bed and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Midna lying there. Lyza had wrapped her up in a spare set of sheets, and Midna looked like she was sleeping in a bed that was tailor-made to fit her. Link returned his head to the pillow and smiled at Lyza as he said, "Thanks."

She returned the smile before she was overcome by a large yawn. Link then noticed that she was a little black around the eyes. "How long have you been sitting here?" Link asked quietly, fearing he already knew the answer. He suddenly noted that she was still wearing the same dress that had been wearing the day before.

"Oh." Lyza replied embarrassedly. "I…well, I haven't left since bringing you here."

"What?" Link exclaimed quietly. "You mean you haven't gotten any sleep for the past day and a half?"

"It was no big deal." Lyza replied squeamishly, even though her body said otherwise. "Really."

Link frowned. "Well, I think I am good for the night. I'm going to go back to sleep. Do me a favor and go do the same."

Lyza rose to her feet, but instead of saying goodnight and leaving the room, she took off her shoes and squeezed in next to him in his bed. She wrapped one of her arms around him before resting her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes.

"Uh, this isn't quite what I had in mind." Link said uncomfortably.

"I need to be here for you if you need anything." She replied innocently. "And besides, I'm sure that you could use a friend right now."

Link sighed lightly as he silently admitted to himself that she was right. So he allowed her to stay with him, and before long, she had fallen fast asleep. She clearly had been very exhausted, as she fell asleep in a matter of minutes. Link, despite being unconscious for the better part of the past day, felt extremely tired himself. He was really sore though, and the pain in his foot made sleep hard for him to find. And when sleep finally did come to him, his dreams were clouded with fears of the unknown.

Link did not wake until late the next morning. It had been at least twelve hours since he first fell asleep the night before, and yet, Link felt just as tired now as he did then. The pain and soreness that he felt all over his body did not seem to have gotten any better, nor did the murky thoughts that plagued his mind clear.

On first glance, Link saw Lyza still resting on his shoulder and he thought that she was still asleep. On closer inspection, however, he saw that her eyes were open and staring off into space. When she noticed that he had woken up, she quickly got up and sat on the edge of the bed. "Good morning." She said she did so.

"Yeah, you too." Link replied distractedly. He tried to stretch out his limbs as much as possible without drawing any pain, but doing so only brought discomfort.

"Can I bring you something to eat?" Lyza asked him as she got to her feet.

As if on cue, Link's stomach growled loudly at the mention of food, and Link nodded his head fervently. "Yes, please." He replied appreciatively. It had been over a day since he had last had a bite to eat, and even though he had spent most of that time either asleep or unconscious, his body still desperately called for sustenance.

Lyza nodded in acknowledgement and silently bent down to pick up the shoes that she had taken off last night. She carried them with her as she walked barefoot out of the room and out of sight.

Link grunted in discomfort as he got up and sat at the edge of the bed and put his feet on the ground. It was time to test his foot to see just how bad the damage was. Slowly, he rose up to a standing position, balancing on his undamaged left leg and allowing his bad right foot to hover above the ground. With that, he began to lower his right foot until it also touched the ground. But as soon as he tried putting any significant amount of weight on it, his entire leg would buckle up under the pressure and he would have to shift his weight solely onto his left foot again.

Link groaned as he fell back into a sitting position on the bed. This was growing even worse than he had imagined, and he had pretty low expectations to begin with. With each passing second, Ganondorf would be getting closer to achieving his goal of taking over Hyrule. That meant that Link, too, had to make the most of every second that he had at his disposal. He had wasted far too much time here already, and there was no telling how much longer it would be until he could walk normally again. There had to be something he could do at least so that he could travel again. Epona would be a huge help right about now, and could possibly even make traveling in his current state manageable, but she was still locked up back in Hyrule Castle somewhere.

A few minutes later, Lyza returned to the room carrying a tray of food. Link noticed that she had taken the time to get changed as well, and was now wearing a plain shirt and a simple skirt that extended to her knees. She walked in and placed the tray of food next to him on his bed and she reclaimed the chair that she had been sitting in the night before. The tray contained two identical plates of food, which turned out to be a helping of scrambled eggs and a biscuit to go along with it. Lyza took one of the plates and set it in her lap, and Link did the same with the other plate. There were also two forks on the tray, and they each grabbed one and began to eat in silence. As good as the meal was, the food did not sit right with Link. With all of the uneasiness that he was feeling constantly, it seemed as though his stomach had followed suit.

This time, it was Lyza who finished the meal first. She softly placed her dirty dish back onto the tray and gave him a questioning look when she noticed that most of his food was still on his plate. "Link?" She said quietly while she watched him slowly play with his food with his fork. "What's the matter?"

Link put his fork down and placed his unfinished plate back onto the tray. "Lyza, I need you to help me something."

"Of course." Lyza replied, still looking at him with a questioning look. "What is it?"

"Renado." Link said simply. "I need to go see Renado."

"Renado?" Lyza repeated quietly. "What do you need to see him for?"

"He is the whole reason I came to Kakariko in the first place." Link explained. "I need to go see him but because of my…well, you know…" Link looked down to the ground embarrassedly as he continued. "I doubt that I could make the journey alone. Could you help me get over to his sanctuary?"

"Wouldn't it be easier for him to come over here?" Lyza asked. "I could go get him, if you'd like."

"You…you would do that?" Link said quietly.

"Of course." Lyza replied with a smile that clearly said she was surprised that Link thought she wouldn't. "Are you ready to talk to him now?"

"Yeah, I'm ready." Link replied distractedly. "Thanks again for everything; you've been so much help."

She gave him a quick smile before turning and leaving the room. Link watched her leave and once she was out of sight, he began to slide himself over to the other side of the bed. As expected, Midna was still slumbering on the ground on the other side of the bed, and Link leaned over and scooped her up. He carefully placed her on the bed, making sure to cover her inconspicuously with the bed sheets. Though he was almost sure that the inn was deserted, he did not want to risk anyone coming in and spotting her.

Link waited for about ten minutes until Lyza finally returned with Renado right behind her.

"Hello, Link." Renado said quietly as he entered the room. "It is nice to see you again."

"And you, too, Renado." Link replied with a slight nod.

"I'll be in the lobby. Call if you need anything, Link." Lyza announced from the entrance to the room. Link nodded in acknowledgement, and with that, she walked out of the room and closed the door behind her.

Now alone together, Renado approached Link and sat down at the chair that had been previously occupied by Lyza. "Now, what can I help you with, Link?"

"Look, first of all, no one must know about what you are about to see here." Link said in a hushed tone. "I need your word that you will not tell anyone."

"Of course, Link." Renado said with a slight bow.

"Also, I have become something of a marked man recently." Link added. "So my identity must be made a secret as well. Can you hold it?"

"Yes, I have noticed." Renado said with a slight frown. "Word is out on your latest exploits, Link, and I must say that I do not approve."

"What?" Link said distractedly. The only thing that Link thought that Renado could possibly be referring to was the fact that Zelda had denounced him as the father of her child, so he said quickly, "Look, you can't believe everything that people say."

"Those are words straight from the Princess herself." Renado followed. "And I find it hard to believe that she would slander one of her subjects."

"I told her to say that!" Link responded irritably. "Look, it doesn't matter anyway. Can we stay on topic, please?"

"Alright, what is it that you want?" Renado conceded.

Link reached over and carefully removed the sheets from on top of Midna, revealing her to Renado. "This is a friend of mine." Link explained as Renado began to examine her in wonder. "But she has fallen under a very powerful curse."

"Which curse?" Renado asked quietly. If he was surprised to see this strange, inhuman figure, he certainly didn't show it. He had gotten up out of his seat and began to more closely examine Midna. He was doing all sorts of things that Link wouldn't have even thought to do, and Link still wasn't sure what these actions accomplished. He rubbed the inside of one of her palms, laid an ear down to her exposed abdomen, looked deep into her unseeing eyes, and even opened her mouth and looked down her throat, among other things.

While Renado continued to check her out, Link explained, "Well, at first, I thought it was the eternal slumber curse. But I have been told that her spirit still exists somewhere in her body, so that disproved that explanation. I can only think that this is some kind of completely new curse."

Renado nodded in approval. "Yes, this cannot be the eternal slumber curse; I, too, sense that her spirit is still there. But that's not all."

"What do you mean?" Link asked quietly.

"I detect that there is another spiritual being living in her body with her." Renado explained. "A foreign spirit."

"What does that mean?" Link said with a frown.

"The caster of the spell must have known that you would take her around with you." Renado continued. "It is my belief that the caster of the spell that has befallen this poor imp intentionally placed a fragment of his own soul in the body to contain the soul of the imp, rendering her useless. In doing this, he is also able to sense everything that the imp senses."

"Are you saying that he can hear us…right now?" Link asked quietly.

"If what I say is true, yes. The caster is listening to us as we speak." Renado nodded.

Link ran a hand through his hair. "This is becoming worse than I thought." Slowly, he began to cover Midna with the sheets once more, making sure that he covered her ears thickly, so that Ganondorf could not hear the rest of this conversation. Of course, Renado could be wrong, but he seemed pretty confident about and Link didn't want to take any chances. The thought that a part of Ganondorf was living inside of Midna was deeply unsettling. "Do you have idea on how to cure her?"

"The only way is to expel the foreign soul from her body." Renado replied. "With that fragmented soul out of her body, her soul will regain complete control."

"But how do we do that?" Link asked with a frown.

"The easiest way would be to vanquish the soul that the fragmented soul originated from." Renado replied.

"You mean…kill the caster?" Link asked.

"Yes." Renado said with a nod of confirmation.

Link frowned. If only that was as easy as Renado thought it was. His whole motivation behind reviving Midna was so that she could provide invaluable help in his quest to take down Ganondorf again. Killing Ganondorf did not seem like a plausible option at this point, so Link asked hopefully, "Is there any other way?"

"Perhaps." Renado answer ominously. "I do have methods for expelling spirits from the body, but I fear they may not work in this situation. I've never encountered a situation where two different souls coexisted in the same body before. Usually, when a spirit possesses a body, the soul that had been in the body previously is expelled. So, to cure this, I must simply expel the intruding spirit so that the existing soul can reclaim the body. But this is different. If I try the same method here, I doubt that I will be able to distinguish between the two, and both souls will be banished from the body."

"Couldn't her soul reclaim the empty body after both souls are expelled?" Link asked.

"Maybe. Maybe not." Renado responded dubiously. "I am not sure. Under normal circumstances, she probably could. But her soul has suffered much and it has become weak. I doubt it could survive very long outside of her body. And even that aside, I think that the fragmented soul has latched on to the imp's soul. Simply dispelling them from the body will not detach the two souls from each other."

Link nodded and sat in silence for a minute or two. "I know that this is a lot to ask, Renado, but could I get you to look into this situation further? I have met with a few people but none of them seemed as experienced as you are. You may be my last hope for saving her."

Renado nodded. "If you leave the imp with me, I'll see what I can do."

Link nodded, but when Renado stood up to grab Midna, he said, "Wait, Renado, one last thing."

"What is it?" Renado asked.

"A couple of days ago, I noticed something strange." Link said. "When I touch her forehead with the palm of my hand, I saw something…some kind of vision, I think, and I heard her voice. And later, when I touched her again, I had another vision, and this time, she gave me some sort of message. Do you have any explanation for this?"

Renado thought for a moment before he answered. "That's strange, but not out of the ordinary. Spirits often communicate through physical contact, so that part doesn't seem out of the ordinary. What does seem strange is the fact that she had managed to do this despite being trapped by the foreign spirit. I very much doubt that the captor's soul would stand idly by while such a connection was made. These connections were short, yes?"

"Yeah, no longer than a couple of seconds both times." Link replied.

"Yeah, I thought so." Renado said. "However it was that she managed to communicate with you, she probably could only maintain the connection for a couple of seconds before it was broken by the other soul. And doing this must have been excruciatingly painful for her. Whatever she was trying to tell you, it must be important to her."

Link nodded silently; the explanation seemed to make sense. Renado then began to unravel Midna out of the sheets once more. He carefully picked her up and hid her from view in his body-length robes, in much the same fashion that Link had been accustomed to doing. With that, he began to walk towards the door. Link began to get to his feet as well, with the intention of seeing Renado out of the room. But, in the midst of his informative conversation, he had completely forgotten about his injured foot. As soon as he put some weight on his foot, Link cried out in pain. His leg buckled again, and he fell back down to his bed.

Renado had stopped in his tracks and spun around quickly to see what was wrong with Link. "That is some gruesome-looking injury." He said quietly.

Link began cursing under his breath as he waited for the pain to subside. "Yeah." He said distractedly when he got a chance.

"But Link, I would have thought that you, more so than anybody else, would believe in the curative powers of the goddesses." Renado said.

"Huh?" Link asked, partly out of confusion and partly out of distraction.

"The goddesses are healers." Renado answered. "They are normally selective with who and what they decide to heal, thinking it best that mankind learn to resolve their own conflicts. But you are different. They entrusted you with the Master Sword. They have given you their blessings so that you may someday become the Hero of Hyrule. If you offer up your wishes to them, I am sure that they will respond."

"But how do I do that?" Link asked apprehensively.

"You are aware of the goddesses' springs." Renado replied. "They are spiritual places. Offer up your prayers there and, if the goddesses deem you worthy and your wish honorable, they will answer."

With that, Renado turned to leave, and he soon vanished out of the room. Link watched him go, his mind full of thought. It was true; he had witnessed the healing powers of the goddesses himself. But would they help him out now?

It was worth a shot. Slowly, Link struggled back up to his feet. He could not put any weight at all on his bum foot, so he, more or less, hopped on his left foot as he crossed the room. He used anything that he could get his hands on for support as he passed; things like the table, a chair and portions of the walls all acted as replacement legs for him. When he got to the door, he quickly opened it and hobbled out. Using the wall as support, Link managed to proceed down the hallway to the upper floor of the lobby. From there, he began to descend down the stairs, using the guardrails to lean on as he did so.

"Link?" Lyza exclaimed when she noticed Link hobbling down the stairs. She had been standing behind the counter again, waiting to admit new guests to the inn. But when she noticed Link hobbling down the stairs, she instantly rushed over to him. But by the time she had reached him, he had already descended down the last step. "What are you doing? You're going to reinjured yourself."

Link hardly even acknowledged her. He was too blinded by the pain in his foot and the ambition in his heart. "I'll just be gone a second." Link grunted as he began to stumble forward, making for the inn's exit.

Lyza grimaced as she watched him stagger about in obvious pain. "Well, here, at least let me help you." She said pityingly. She rushed over to him and wrapped an arm around his waist, trying to help add stability and compensate for his weakened leg. Link responded gratefully by wrapping his arm around her shoulder and allowing a fraction of his weight to rest on her shoulders. Lyza had a light frame so Link was careful not to overburden her, but even so, her support made walking much more manageable.

At the door out of the inn, they had to turn and walk sideways, which turned out to be no easy task. But, with a bit of effort, they did make it through into the streets of Kakariko. Link was still barefoot, a fact he soon began to regret. The afternoon sun had been absorbed by the hard, gravel roads, so it felt like he was stepping on hot knives.

"Where are we going?" Lyza asked quietly.

"The spring." Link replied.

"The spring?" Lyza repeated questioningly.

But Link did not reply, and they began to walk from the base of the inn towards the spring of Eldin. The journey took only a moment or two, and not a minute too soon either, for the walk had become quite painful for him. Once they had reached the edge of the spring, Link let go of Lyza and allowed all of his weight to rest on his left foot. And when Lyza had withdrawn her arm as well, he allowed himself fall backwards to the ground with a thud. Now sitting on the ground, Link inched himself closer to water until his was sitting on the edge of the spring, and then he dipped both of his feet into the cool water. Lyza remained silent and was watching him closely, but she didn't really seem to understand what he was trying to do.

The water of the spring felt great on his exposed skin, and it seemed to relax his pain away. But he wasn't sure whether the water was actually healing the wound or if it was just relieving the pain. The water around his injured foot slowly became a dull red as the dried blood from his wound dissolved into the spring. Likewise, the water also caused the bandages to weaken, and they were slowly breaking apart. Unable to wait any longer, Link impatiently brushed at the remained bits of cloth, and they easily broke apart at his touch.

What he saw made him gasp. Not only had the wound completely healed up, but there was no evidence that it had ever even existed at all; no blood, no scar. It was as if he had never been injured. He slowly raised his foot out of the water and watched as the water ran past the area where he had been stabbed, thinking that it had to be too good to be true; that it was some kind of trick.

"It's…it's a miracle." He heard Lyza say from a couple of paces behind him.

Link reached out and began to run his fingers over the area on his foot where, until just recently, there was a large gash. He was still convinced that there was something wrong. He had seen the goddesses work their healing magic at times before, but never with an injury to the extent of this one, so he couldn't help but feel skeptical. But even when he pushed down hard on the center of his foot, he felt no pain or discomfort at all. And when he brought his foot down and pushed hard against the ground with it, he still didn't feel anything out of the ordinary. He had regained complete mobility and functionality once again, a result that he did not even deem imaginable in such a small amount of time.

Link began to laugh lightly as he stared out across the spring in wonder. At some point while he was doing so, Lyza had sat down next to him on the ground. She removed her shoes and let her feet float in the water innocently next to Link's. "So, it's true, then." She murmured. "This place really is sacred."

Link didn't reply. Instead, he silently thanked the goddesses in his thoughts. He wasn't sure if they could hear him, but he did know that he would show them that he was worthy of the second chance they had given him.

A few minutes passed before Lyza asked, "So, what will you be doing now?"

Link bit his lip for a moment. This joyous occurrence had made him forget about the reality that still lied before him. "Well, I guess I have to continue to do what I set off to do." Link replied cryptically after a second of thought. "Now that I am not bedridden any longer, I really cannot stay any longer than I must."

"I was afraid that you would say that." Lyza said quietly.

Link turned his head see that she was looking at him with a very ambiguous expression on her face. It was difficult to read, and he soon gave up trying to. "I have to do this." He replied simply.

"Yeah, I know. I get it." She said shortly, sounding a tad envious. "But will you come back?"

"I'm not sure." Link said uneasily. "I don't know what lies in store for me. Live for today and don't worry about tomorrow, right?"

She smiled lightly at the reference to what she had said just a couple days prior. "That's right." She said quietly. "But that was much easier for me to say before I knew what you are up against. Honestly, I don't know how you do it."

"I think taking it one day at a time is the only way I can do it." Link replied.

She nodded slightly but held him tongue for a moment longer before saying, "Well, seeing as I might not see you again-"

"Come on, Lyza, don't talk like that." Link interrupted, although even he knew that there could be some truth to her words.

"I want to give you something." Lyza continued on as if Link had not interrupted her.

"You've done so much for me already." Link replied with a frown. "You don't need to give me anything."

Again, Lyza acted as if she had not heard him. She reached to the back of her neck with both of her hands and fiddled with the clasp of her necklace. It was a simple, silver-colored necklace that was rather plain, but charming nonetheless. However, it was only when she began to remove it that he noticed that it was not completely bare. Most of the necklace had been hidden underneath her shirt so he had not noticed it before, but what appeared to be a ring was hanging from the necklace. She carefully removed the ring from the necklace and held it in front of him with her outstretched hand.

"Here." She said quietly. "Take it."

"I, uh, I can't…" Link stammered.

"Take it." She repeated, slightly more vehemently. She reached out and nearly had to force it into his hands before he reluctantly accepted it.

"It was my father's." She explained as she began to reclasp the necklace around her neck. "He carried it as his charm; he always thought that there was something lucky about it. And I think so, too. Maybe it was just coincidence, but when my home village was raided, my father did not have time to find it and put it on…and he didn't make it out."

Link remained silent for a couple of moments. "If it means so much to you, I can't accept this." He finally said uncertainly.

"Please, take it." She replied with the shake of her head. "Lucky or not, that ring only brings me unhappy memories. I've kept it close only because I've never had a good reason to part with it before."

Link nodded and began to examine the ring. It was a plain silver band with no engravings of any kind. It was smooth to the touch and it almost felt weak, as if it might break if he pushed on it too hard. "Alright." Link said with a nod after a moment or so. "Well, thank you, Lyza." He began to try it on, to see if it would fit any of his fingers. To his surprise, it fit snuggly on his middle finger.

"Hopefully, it will bring you the same luck it brought my father." She said quietly.

Link grimaced inwardly, for he knew that he would need all the luck that he could get.