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They took a deep, rough breath of the thin air around them. The sky blended colors of fuchsia, and saffron above them. Only morning, Link remembered he was still in his pyjamas, getting chilly from the cool wind. He was only a bit embarrassed, standing beside Zelda in front of the academy, haven't yet moved after his small comforting talk. He told her they would start their day soon, but she had taken her time to admire the morning for at least five more minutes. He waited for her to do whatever she needed to, as long as she was okay. Zelda closed her eyes, and relaxed. She had been too tense, and tough on Link, when he just wanted to help. She felt wrong, even if she shouldn`t. There was no time to worry of such a thing now; she had to calm herself, and take her time. Link stood, by her side, staring no other place but at her serene expression. She couldn't notice, but he was lost in her presence, wanting to feel what she did. Wanting her to know what he did. He couldn't have it so easily because they both knew it would take time. He craved something not-so-impossible now, though. To hold her hand. Although he knew he couldn't dare, he wanted to. It was just the icy cold chills that it would send up his spine, and the softness of her delicate skin. No, he shouldn't. She doesn't feel comfortable with such a thing today. He's held her hand many times before, but she's never reacted that way when he approached her. Not even when they were friends. Ever since he found his love for her, he found her too mesmeric, and beautiful. He craved her love as well. The luck of having her here should be enough, and he knew that. He just couldn't accept it, with ease. She swiftly pivoted back to him, and nodded. "We should start; the sooner the better."

"Oh…right." He focused, again. "I have somewhere I wanted to bring you." He told her, still staring back at her.

She looked back, waiting for him to take her to where it was. She gave him a meaningful smile, and slowly blinked. Maybe he was crazy, but the early light definitely brought the color from within her. "Um…heh, we should go." He ran towards the platform, and plunged to the clouds, and signaled for his Loftwing. She copied, trailing behind.

The light blue Loftwing appeared, and swept Zelda on her back. "What a majestic bird. You're so pretty! I think I remember you…" She whispered into the feathers. The bird cawed, as if wanting to tell her something as well. Link led her to demark at a small island near their home, with a few matured trees scattered around. He hopped quickly off his crimson bird, while Zelda gracefully stepped off her own. Back on the ground, she pat her Loftwing's side, running her soft hands through the turquoise feathers. "Aren't you lovely?" The confused bird cocked its head, wanting to get a better look at Zelda. There was a good chance she sensed something wrong with Zelda, or even something different. Loftwing's were meant to be intelligent, caring, and one with their humans. Whatever she felt, the bird must've felt too. "No, I really think…you look incredibly familiar…" Link left his own Loftwing, patting it on the side as well, and they both came over to girls. He slowly brushed the bird's side, and faced Zelda "Link, I think I remember her. I remember…her beak, her feathers, the way she looks, the way she feels. I remember her color…her everything. It's all so recognizable." She explained.

"That's great; progress." He smirked. Zelda gave the bird a quick, snug embrace, closing her eyes into her ruffles, and waved her off to fly home with Link's. She concentrated back to the tiny retreat, and to Link. "This was where we used to getaway. Whenever we were upset, or bored, we'd come here. It was the only place no one knew, since it was so hidden, and in the middle of nowhere. No one knew where we were, except Gonzo; he's a shop owner at the bazaar. We brought him here once to set up a few things." He walked her to a fully grown tree, one branch holding up a wooden board with two worn out ropes. "He promised not to tell anyone, although I think he told your father."

"This is so amazing. It's beautiful here." She admired the beautiful trees and strong smell of pine.

"Go on, try it out." He gestured to the swing. She smiled, and walked over to take a seat. It was hard, and lumpy. The ropes were rough, scratching at her palms, but she didn't mind.

"I like it." She admitted. "It's cute." He came around her, and gave her a light push. She swung her legs back at forth, following the rhythm of the wind. She giggled to herself, and closed her eyes, getting a nice feeling of the wind streaming in between her locks. He lifted his hands along the ropes, and took a light step behind her on the swing. He was careful not to hurt her, considering it was a fairly old swing, and he didn't want to put a lot of pressure on it. She smiled to herself, as he kicked his other foot off the ground to give them a push. They swung back and forth for a while in quiet, neither wanting to leave. Flakes of summer pollen threw against the breeze, swarming around the two. "How old were we?" She broke the silence with curiosity.

"I was thirteen, but you were eleven." He answered easily. "We didn't have to deal with school drama until then. I guess now, those problems look so small compared to what we've been through."

"School drama?" She picked out.

"Bullies, homework, that kind of stuff. Groose, the guy with red hair, he began to bother me more that year. I…" He didn't want to explain why Groose had teased him, but he knew she should know everything she would've if she didn't lose her memory. "We were good friends, and he…he had a crush on you. He decided it was 'meant to be' then, and he was jealous that we were so close." He said. She just stayed quiet, analyzing his sentences in her mind. He said it! Now's your chance; ask him how close! When are you going to get a chance like this again?

"We…were close?" She blurted out quietly.

"Uh…" He blushed a little. Now's your chance…tell her! Tell her what you two almost did! Tell her how close you were! "Well…yeah. We were close…" Come on, don't be a coward. You want her to know, don't you?

"Oh." She responded. Okay? Go on!

"But…not then." He started, adding quickly. "I mean…we were always close it was just that…" Link hadn't noticed how hard he had been pulling on the ropes until it was too late. They heard a snap, and tumbled to the grass, spraining themselves. He groaned, rubbing his himself at hip he fell on. It wasn't hurt, just a little scratched. "Are you okay? I guess I was a little too rough of the old tree. I'm sorry." Her face was planted into the ground, with her hair spread all over.

"It's okay, I'm fine." She said, pushing herself up. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." He responded blandly. He stood on his feet again, and helped her up. "So…" He remembered what he was about to tell her, but she was busy untangling her hair to realize. There goes your chance. You'll just have to wait. "…Do you want to see something cool?" He asked her.

"Of course." She responded, giving her attention back to him. He ran over between the bushes, pushing branches to a huge, grown tree. She gasped, and peeked to up in between the leaves, where a wooden house was hiding, small. Without being asked, she hugged the ladder's cool, thick surfaced boards with her palms, and climbed up to the house. It's our tree house… Old books and toys were scattered on the splintered floor, alongside sleeping bags and a lantern.

He followed, and placed his hands on his hips. "It's been so long." He smiled, with a sentimental expression "We had a sleepover here once, when we accidently stayed too late reading, and playing. The Loftwing's don't fly at night, so we didn't have a choice. Your father was so worried, and I was ashamed I did that to him. We explained it in the morning, and he calmed down after a while. We were sure never to do that again." He reminisced. "We always used to study up here, or at least you tried to help me study. I wasn't a learner, I was a do-er, I guess."

"Link, you remember everything. I really appreciate that, and I knew that I would've back then too."

"I don't just always remember, I mostly never forget." He smiled, turning to the floorboards, shyly.

"Well…thank you. Not for the day…well I mean not just for the day. For being such a good friend." She faced him, her hair flying off her shoulder, as she tried to get back in his sights. She reached for his hand, and intertwined their fingers together.

"No, thank you. I would have no ambitions without you." He admitted, returning her look. He pulled her to the door again, sitting at the edge of the entrance. Their legs dangled at the ends, and flung back and forth. It was late again, with the pink and golden sunrays following the sun out of the sky. "I guess we stayed to late again." He smiled sheepishly. "Do you mind sleeping here tonight?"

"No, it's fine by me." She returned a small smile. She waited a bit, thinking to herself. "Link? Do you think that, honestly, I'll ever remember again?" She tilted her head, looking a tint depressed, but covering it with her smile.

"No, I don't. I know you will. It sounds cheesy, but it's true. No matter who helps you get it back, you'll have it and that's all that matters." He told her. She suddenly remembered reading that somewhere. 'It sounds cheesy…' My diary? No, it was something else. Oh, right the letter. What was his advice then? Was it…listen to yourself…? No, no it was keep track of …no. Oh, I know. Follow your heart.