Link replayed their fight in his mind over and over again. Going to Academy now felt foolish. How could he leave Zelda after such a argument? Frightning and vicious thoughts zoomed through his head, of how she could be in certain peril right now. The nightmares terrorized him with no distraction, and what felt like no end. He recalled another day where he had lost Zelda to the Surface, and her father had stopped him from getting to her side because of his leg fracture. He had lost so much precious time, for his own needs. Was he going to let that happen, once more? Then again, the same question as it had before, balanced in his mind; how could he disrespect her father? What was more important to him; his respect or her safety? It didn't take long for Link to answer that question on his own. He wriggled from Zelda's father's grasp, and immediately apologized. "With all due respect sir, I cannot leave Zelda. Not now. I'm terribly sorry, but I can't lose any time. I can't lose her." The pain's shock spread along his leg, but he didn't stop running off the platform.

Zelda's father, who avoided any expression of shock, smiled at the hero's bravery love for his daughter. He couldn't ever want or expect anything else out of Link.

Zelda kicked her legs back and forth of the hill, in front of the Sealed Temple, she sat on. She ran her fingers through her hair, dragging her bangs to join the rest of her shimmering locks. I should have known. Thinking to herself, playing the fight in her head, she continuously sniffled. If Link loved me, he would've told me. Why would anyone hide something like that, if he knew I loved him back?

Oh right. He didn't think I 'couldn't handle it.'

She scoffed, and looked up desperately at the sky. I'm just the helpless, princess in this lowly fairy-tale. I can't help myself. I need my hero's endless saving. She shook her head at the inconsiderate thought. How could Link think like that about me? I thought he was different. The way he knew everything, and remembered every detail about me… If he loved me that much, why couldn't he think I was strong enough?

She distracted herself from her heartbreaking thoughts, and lifted the light-weighted bag onto her thighs to check on the bottles. None of the vials spilled of their ruby-red potion, or had a single crack. That was extremely lucky, even though she didn't really need the bottles anymore. She didn't want to see Link for a long time, so its uses were limited. She searched deeper into her bag, looking what else she had. Nothing hid, but her wallet, hairbands, ribbons, and lotion. None of this seemed very useful to her, not now anyways.

Behind her, she had sensed footsteps nearing again. She jerked and felt her face redden; wishing it was anyone but Link. "Good morning, child." That sounds a lot like…Impa? She faced the elderly woman, who held something confidentially behind her back

"Oh, good morning, Impa."

"What are you doing on the Surface this early, and alone? Is there something wrong?"

"I'm upset, Impa. Everyone thinks I cannot help myself in this condition. I want my memory back, I want to remember everything by myself, and I want to be able to prove my strengths to them." She listed.

"By everyone, are you referring Link?" Zelda simply nodded in return. Impa smiled, and steadily folded her legs as she took a seat next to the young girl. Whatever she was holding behind her back was now sneakily placed on her opposite side but Zelda didn't care enough to be bothered by it. "I remember, a long time ago, I met with a young girl with a similar problem. She had the duty to remember important subjects from thousands of years ago, that she didn't believe she could. However, that doubt could never stop her."

"So, what did you do?" Zelda knew full and well that the elder was talking about her, but she couldn't recall the answer to her own question.

"I sent her to two distant springs, which could replenish her memory."

Zelda gasped. How could I forget about the springs?! I created them, for memories. It's perfect! If I go to the springs on my own and get my memory back, I can prove myself to Link, and remember everything on my own! "That's exactly what I need! Thank you, Impa!" She prepared to leave, when Impa's hand interrupted her.

"Hold on, child. Not just yet. You forgot something in the Temple a while ago. I can only suspect that you left them behind when you tended to Link's wounds." She pulled a bow and arrow, and the Harp from her side. "You'll need this for your journey."

"Oh, Impa! I must've been…I must've been distracted. I'm sorry."

"It's alright. However, you must be more diligent on your journey. You must protect yourself the best you can. I will pray for you." She smiled.

"Thank you, Impa." She wrapped her arms around the surprised elder, and ran off. Impa shook her head slowly, chuckling.

Link was dropped off carefully next to the fairly large granite statue. His injury felt as if it was only growing, but he didn't second guess his actions. He didn't care what he had to give up for Zelda; he just wanted to do it. On the other side of the province, he could see dark and ominous clouds drifting to his direction, but ignored it. Without any other interruptions, he hobbled inside the large stone Temple in front of him. The room was the same old temple, from the one he saw a little over a year ago. Nothing, but a fully grown sapling brightened up the grey and chilly room. He expecting Impa to be sitting in the same place he had always found her on his journeys; in front of the giant doors in the back. He would never have to go looking for her, because she would be right there when he needed her, except now. It never occurred to him how convenient that was. In her place, four different races formed a circle on the ground. They looked so focused and calm with their eyes closed that he carefully lurked around them to avoid distracting them. Then again, if they were listening hard enough, they would've heard the doors open and close from when he arrived. He realized this, when he had open the other set of doors on the south side of the Temple.

He staggered up a few stairs, and found Impa sitting on the grass, with her legs overlapping one another. She must've caught the sounds of his movements, because she didn't need him to say anything before she did. "I knew you would come, Link." She said, in utter tranquility. He tread closer to her, as if it was her way of accepting his presence. "You're too late, once again. She had just left for the Skyview and Earth Spring."

Her simple statement impacted Link so easily. "You saw her?"

"Of course. I sent her there." She spoke the words in what was almost a whisper.

"You sent her there, alone?"

"You worry for your friend too much. You still have to learn that you can assist her by solely believing in her." She told him, ignoring theoretical question.

"It's so dangerous in those Temples. She could get hurt in so many ways." Ready to daze off to worst case scenarios as usual, he was interrupted by a realization. "Wait…if you knew that those springs could help her revive her memories, why didn't you send us off to do that in the beginning?"

"I knew that this was all to happen. I had learned in my years that Her Grace would need those springs more often than she had hoped for. It was only about time when she lost her memories and it would affect the two of you greatly. I knew that there was a slight possibility that she wouldn't need to use the springs, and I left it with all hope, as your last chance."

"I'm sorry, Impa, I have to g-"

"First and foremost," She interrupted, "you cannot protect her in your condition. You are inadequately equipped, and you are far too injured. That is no position to protect Her Grace." How does she know my leg is sprained? She's facing the other way. "

"I don't have a strong sword anymore…" His voice trailed, imagining a quick image of his friend, Fi. It was a lot easier when she was around. If he had the Master Sword, he would`ve defeated Ghirahim before he could kill Zelda, and none of this would have to happen. He could be with the regular Zelda, but the unlucky hero knew it was never that easy. "And my leg is fine…" He lied, wanting only not to waste these futile minutes.

"The sword you had discarded in your former house has more value than you take it for. You must remember that the sword wields no strength unless the hand that holds it has Courage." The thought of that last word gave him an icy cold chill, crawling like Aracha's up his back. What Courage do I contain? I have failed to protect Zelda so many times, and every time I had the time with her, I misused it... I'm such a failure… He thought, dejecting himself again. No. This is the exact thing Impa's talking about. I can't protect her with this attitude. "And don't try to deceive me. Your leg is nearly broken, and it will only get worse."

"I'm sorry. I really don't want to use all this time for myself." He admitted.

"I understand. Although, it is pointless to rush to her side if you aren't prepared." She pointed out, and Link knew she was right. "Where is your tunic? You cannot go out in that weak, and loose apparel." This is going to take a lot longer than I hoped… "You must retrieve these things before chasing after her."

"But that'll take all day!" He fought.

"You lack patience. I know you want to protect her as quickly as you can, but like I said, it's useless to go after her the way you are now." She replied, calmly again.

He sighed in sign of agreement. Please Zelda, prove me wrong.

A/N- Okay, it's kinda of a lame chapter. I did it twice, with alternate beginnings. I couldn't decide if he should go with her father or not. I eventually figured Link's determination and lack of patience would lead him to leave him. I know, it's sort of rare that Link would be so rude to her father, or any adult for that matter, but I argued countlessly on which to choose. That explains why it took so long to update the story, so I apologize. Tell me what you think about it anyway, would it have been better if he went with her father?

On a happier note, MakorraLove97 had found this beautiful picture for a previous chapter, and we agreed it was so perfect for it, we had to show you viewers. It's totally up to you if you want to check it out, but I'm leaving it out there at anyways for you to see. There was this post called 'Feel Better' on DeviantART by an artist named ~AngelofHapiness. It fit so cutely with chapter twenty, so I thought to make it the stories image, but it didn't fit. So, if you're interested, you're more than encouraged to check it out, but again, I'm not forcing you to. Hope you like it!