"So your memories just… conveniently returned in that moment. Easy as that?" Sidon's eyes narrowed slightly…
"-That is amazing! So you remember everything?"
Link shook his head. His brain was throbbing, his heart hurt. He had just finished recanting everything to Sidon. The circumstances of his awakening...his adventures on the plateau with the old man… his complete and utter lack of memories up until now.
"I only remember a few things." Link said. "I remember my childhood, and my father. I remember the Domain. Up until I left for the second time." He clutched his head in pain. Now I see why Rhoam didn't want to overwhelm me right away...
"The memories are fragmented, there's still some gaps… to say the least. But they're there." He glanced up. "I cannot believe… that you're an adult now. It is quite odd. Other than your size… you've hardly changed!"
Sidon stroked his chin. "Is that so?" He closed his eyes. "I scarcely remember you from that time. I must apologize. I was quite young."
Link shook his head. Felt like his brain was rolling around inside...
Sidon continued. "However, my father used to remind me often of you, would regale me with stories of this incredible young Hylian my sister had known so well…" his sharp-toothed grin returned. "I grew up with images of a mighty warrior, the lynel-slayer, the great man whose skill and bravery were the envy of anyone - Zora or Hylian! So I can't help but feel… a bit of kinship with you! My friend! My old and wonderful friend!" He shook Link's hand with a powerful grip.
"So," Link said, "You told me you needed some help? What's the situation at Zora's Domain?"
Sidon's face appeared conflicted. "Link, I'll have to be honest with you… I no longer believe that it is a good idea for you to immediately accompany me to our Domain. If awakening only a few memories had this sort of effect on you… perhaps we should abstain from overwhelming you again."
Link's head throbbed and he winced in pain again. "I am inclined... to agree." He let go of his head. "However, I've dealt with way worse than this. Why don't we-"
Sidon held a hand up to cut him off.
Just like his sister… Link thought.
"You said earlier that you were… lost?" Sidon asked. "Were you searching for something? Someone?"
Impa! The name suddenly came to him. Rhoam had asked him to see her first. Perhaps he should have heeded the warning…
Oh well , he thought. I'm much better off with these memories restored. Incredible pain and all.
Link pulled out his Sheikah Slate, activating its map feature. He leaned over to show Sidon, gestured at a general area northeast to where the Great Plateau was pictured. The Plateau appeared as a detailed landmass surrounded by a sea of dark blue mystery... "I was told to visit Impa, the elder of a village. It's supposed to be somewhere east of this large mass here...I think. But I can't seem to remember the name of-"
"Oh!" Sidon shouted. "My father told me about this interesting device. May I?" He grabbed the slate from Link's hands, poking around with curiosity. "Astounding! I'm truly blown away!" He was like a distracted child with a brand new toy. "Hmmm… and what is this?" he poked at a strange menu item that appeared on the slate. A dot appeared on the map in the sea of black and blue.
"Ah! You're trying to reach Kakariko Village . I thought so." He flipped the slate to show Link, whose eyes narrowed.
"You're joking." Link said flatly. "It was in there the whole time?"
Never was good with technology…
"Excellent!" Sidon said. He handed Link his slate back. "I think it would be wise for you to do as your late King requested, for the time being." Link frowned internally at this. He was still being jerked around by that old man, even now…
"But I am quite excited, truly…" Sidon said. "I believe we have found our Hylian! And not just any Hylian… but the Champion! I trust that we shall be seeing you again very soon. I cannot wait! I'm serious!"
Link nodded, gathering himself up and preparing to leave. But before he left...he felt like he really needed to address the looming question that both of them seemed to be avoiding.
"Sidon?" He glanced over at the tall Zora Prince. "I have one more thing to ask you. It's about… Mipha." The smile faded. Sidon's face suddenly appeared uneasy… strained. He knew what was coming.
"Rhoam told me that… all of the champions lost their lives. That I would need to free their spirits in order to proceed." Link could feel the tears welling up again, fought them off.
"And I suppose that means... That Mipha-"
Sidon cut him off again. "All of the champions were sealed inside their divine beasts." He explained. "We all found it incredibly unlikely that any of them survived." Link nodded grimly. His heart hurt.
"But!" Sidon continued, "you said that Zelda is still alive herself, sealed away in Hyrule Castle. That gives me hope, even if it is quite the longshot for us…" Sidon looked down at him. "I will be blunt, Link. I have grieved for my sister for many long years now. Yet my blind optimism tells me… that we should hold onto any hope we possibly can!" His classic smile appeared. He clasped Link's hand tightly once again, shaking it. "I look forward to your triumphant return…" He took his trademark pose, teeth gleaming. "And I shall keep your pending arrival a secret to everybody!"
A graceful backflip later, and Sidon was swimming straight up the river and away from Link.
Link turned, and left the pier - not stopping to look back. He still found himself fighting off tears as he climbed the hill and mounted his horse, Inferno.
There is still so much I don't know… he thought. So many questions, so many regrets…
Are you still in there, Mipha... trapped in Vah Ruta? After all these years?
Is it even possible?
…
...
Really. I just woke up from a one hundred year slumber, got attacked by giant lethal heat-spewing robot, and fought side-by-side with a hyperactive red fish-man.
I'm pretty sure anything is possible in this insane world...
Inferno began galloping, due south to the direction of the waypoint on his slate. Armed with even more resolve, Link's smile slowly returned; his confidence grew.
Please wait for me Mipha. I'm coming for you, very very soon.
The sun set as Link and Inferno continued their ride back down to the beaten path. As the moon's white light found its place in the night sky, Link saw a familiar, orange-glowing structure rising up from the marshlands ahead of him: a shrine entrance. After activating the shrine, he found that he had neither the energy nor the desire to immediately solve whatever puzzle awaited him in the interior. Instead, he decided to spend the night inside, leashing Inferno to the pedestal with a supply of apples to keep her satiated.
The next morning, he awoke on the floor near the shrine elevator, and quickly moved to solve the puzzle. It involved using the magnesis rune to scoop orbs out of small pools of water contained within the shrine.
They sure got creative with these, he observed. He wondered just how crazy these puzzles were going to get in the future…
The immediate rush of energy and life he'd received from his first exchange with the goddess statue, back at the Temple of Time, was enough of an incentive for him to continue pursuing these mysterious spirit orbs. It was for this reason that he made sure to stop at every shrine he found along the way back to the Dueling Peaks.
After about a half day's ride and a morning of puzzle-solving, he finally saw the welcoming sight of another Sheikah Tower rising in the distance - just at the foot of the twin peaks. Before long, he'd already scaled the tower, marveling at his renewed stamina and energy.
I suppose raw emotion is a rather powerful motivator… he thought to himself, reflecting on his memories of Mipha and the Zora as he climbed. The feelings still stung, still ached like a fresh wound. He'd continue to channel this into positive energy. So long as he was able.
Soon, the familiar drop of strange fluid had dropped onto his slate from the Guidance Stone atop the tower. However, this time it not only gave him a detailed map of the immediate area, but also granted him another nice tool - a shrine sensor.
The annoying beep it produced told him there was a shrine nearby… he turned to face the Dueling Peaks, and the beeping grew louder in frequency as he did. I'll have to find a way to mute this irritating sound, he noted.
He looked over and beheld the mountains now that he was up-close. They were totally massive. He had to fight back the urge to climb them for now - the next shrine was probably down near the river that flowed through the large split that separated the two peaks. And if his new detailed map of the region was any indication, he'd be traveling through there to get to Kakariko Village anyway.
He descended from the tower with his glider-
Much, much easier than climbing down. Thanks old man…
-and mounted Inferno again. They made their way through the split of the peaks.
After locating and activating the shrine, Link encountered a small encampment of bokoblins. But rather than wasting time with hand-to-hand combat, he figured he'd get some practice in with his Sheikah Slate.
So I can stop being a grumpy old technophobe, he thought to himself.
After wreaking havoc with several remote bombs and one magnesis-controlled boulder, the encampment was totally annihilated. As he sacked the camp for supplies, he discovered a chest. A nice treasure the Bokoblins were keeping, perhaps. Inside, he found...
...a thing. He actually wasn't sure what it was. It was a carved piece of colored wood, bent at an angle and flattened. A melee weapon of some sort? He hadn't the faintest idea, couldn't conjure up a memory of such a thing. Sliding it into his pouch for later, he mounted Inferno again, and after about twenty minutes of riding the pair found their way out to the other side of the Dueling Peaks.
A strange building awaited them there. It was a wooden construct, with a gigantic crudely-shaped model of a horse head decorating the roof. Banners and tapestries were draped all around it, and Link saw several horses tied up nearby, happily eating from a bin of oats and water.
A... horse stable!
It had taken the better part of a day to get from the first shrine in the wetlands all the way to this stable, so Link figured it would be best to stay here for the night. And besides that - there were people around. Lots of people. He felt it would do his heart some good to be around warm souls again, even for a little while. And it made him happy to see that normal life in this world had simply carried on, in the decades following the Great Calamity one hundred years prior. He had expected to see a ruined, dark, sad world, filled with depressed people. The remnants of those that he failed to save…
But life had continued just the same.
Link and Inferno trotted up to what appeared to be the front desk of the stable.
"Well, you're looking wild today, stranger!" said the man at the desk. His hair was dark brown, as was the squiggly moustache that ran across his face. Another man stood outside the stall, identical in appearance. He was shaking his head at him, and Link soon realized why - he was still basically naked. Aside from his underwear of course.
Oh well.
"The name's Tasseren." said the man behind the counter. "And over here-" he gestured at the man outside, "-is my brother Rensa." The man waved.
"From the looks of things, you're needing a place to stay for you and your horse?"
Link nodded. "Indeed."
"Well I can certainly help you out." Tasseren said. "You don't appear to have visited here before… you'll have to register your horse first. This will give you a nice saddle and bridle, and free board for your horse during future visits. We require a 20 rupee fee…"
Rupee? Link hadn't the faintest idea of what this man was talking about. Tasseren seemed to recognize the look of confusion on Link's face…
"You… do have rupees, right?"
Link recognized that he was talking about currency at this point. He shook his head.
Rensa began laughing suddenly, and walked off to examine the boarded horses nearby. Tasseren crossed his arms. "Well, I'm sorry young man, but without money you can't-"
"Allow me to help with that!" said a jolly voice from nearby. Link looked up, and saw a strange-looking person walking up to the stable.
"The name's Beedle!" the stranger said as he approached. "But most people call me… well actually, Beedle is all they call me. So it'll do." He reached up and shook Link's hand.
He was certainly odd, but seemed friendly enough. His hair was a perfect bowl cut, his nose was bright red, contrasting with his tanned skin. He was incredibly muscular as well - likely a result of his apparent travels with this enormous beetle-like bag on his back…
He's seriously ripped. Link couldn't get the thought out of his head, and he held back a laugh. His face totally doesn't match his physique...
"I'm a traveling merchant, I buy and sell things." Beedle explained. "And my prices are quite good, both ways. If you have anything to sell, I'll bet we can easily come to an agreement and get you those twenty rupees you need…"
"That sounds... quite helpful actually." Link finally replied. "Thanks." He swung his bag around, searching its contents for anything of value to sell to Beedle. After exchanging a few gems he'd retrieved from fallen Bokoblins, as well as some parts from guardians he'd destroyed in shrines, Link found himself with about seven-hundred thirty rupees - far more than he needed, yet far more than enough to be prepared. He hoped. Beedle explained the corresponding color values of each rupee type, and Link thanked him for his help.
"No no, thank you for the business!" Beedle said. He walked over and squatted down with some nearby travelers around a campfire. "I'll be right here if you need me!"
Link turned his attention back to the front desk. "I guess that settles that, " he said.
Tasseren smiled back. "Indeed it does. So as I was saying… that'll be twenty rupees for the registration, and twenty more for a bed in the inn, if you want it." Link nodded, tossing him a pair of red rupees. He reached forward and rubbed Inferno's mane to soothe her.
"Thanks." Tasseren pulled out a quill and a registration sheet, began to scrawl some notes. "What's your name, stranger?"
"Link."
"Excellent. And the name of your horse?"
"Inferno."
Tasseren suddenly paused his writing, then glanced up at Link, a bemused look appearing on his face. "That, my friend," Tasseren said, "is a remarkably unusual name for a horse." He examined Link up-and-down. "...and a remarkably unusual lack of clothing for a traveler. Didn't really want to say anything before…" He paused for a second, then continued writing.
"Not that it's any of my business... but what's your deal?"
Link chuckled, hopped off Inferno and slowly approached the stand. He leaned in on the counter, grinning wildly. "Boy... do I have a story for you…"
Link spent the late afternoon making conversation with the various travelers who were staying at the Dueling Peaks stable. He particularly enjoyed his chats with Beedle, who was really quite well-traveled. Link discovered a feeling of vague familiarity with this person as they talked, to the point where he wondered if he'd met him before… long long ago…
"Perhaps in a previous life!" Beedle had joked, producing a genuine laugh from Link.
Meanwhile, the other travelers seemed unbothered by Link's mostly-naked state. He easily befriended them, joking and trading stories of adventures from around the world. And in doing so he was beginning to realize… that he wasn't bashful with them at all, wasn't self-conscious. In this new world, nobody knew him. Nobody expected anything of him. Nobody demanded anything from him. There was no phony persona to maintain.
The only things he truly had to answer to were the responsibility of destroying Calamity Ganon - daunting as it was - and his atonement for the deaths of those he failed to save.
He was doing it all for these people. Some were cocky, some were strange, some were funny, some sad. But he was fighting for all of them just the same.
As he continued to interact with a variety of strangers at the stable, Link's sense of duty began to take over. Each person carried with them unique food items and materials from the regions they'd visited. And each person… was very very hungry.
"Let's have a feast!" Link suddenly declared, stealing a line from his memories of King Dorephan. He surprised himself with his confidence… with his carefree attitude. But it seemed to be in his very nature to want to help people out, to solve problems. And with darker days most surely ahead, he simply rolled with it for the time being.
Rensa and Tasseren brought out some extra cooking pots from the back of the stable, and Link and a few others got to work planning and preparing a massive dinner for the roughly thirty or so individuals that were staying there.
He wasn't strictly sure where his skills or his overwhelming excitement came from, but before long they'd produced a diverse number of delicious dishes he had no idea he was capable of making; salted skewers of smoked fish and vegetables, peppered crab, medium-rare steaks with mushroom gravy, toasted honey bread, and Hylian herb salad - among many others.
It was fun. And the travelers seemed more than happy to help and to share and to partake in the experience of mixing and matching cuisine. They dined and partied the night away, and Link took great pleasure in their joy. This was hardly enough to make up for the weight of his failures, that much was true. But the smiles on everyone's faces still helped to soothe the ache of deep guilt he felt. They gave him hope.
Humbly, he kept to himself during the actual meal, preferring to stay alone and out of sight in his state of reflection. For himself Link had carefully prepared a large plate of some fresh raw fish, skinned and cubed to absolute perfection - a craving that likely resulted from his newfound memories of Zora's domain. The taste and texture eased his stomach, and its familiarity also helped to comfort his broken, hopeful heart.
After their nice feast, the group of strangers turned in for the night, and Link departed the next morning just before the sun rose.
Link and Inferno made their way north across the ancient Kakariko Bridge, which spanned over Lake Siela. At least according to his slate anyway. He found himself wondering how the Sheikah Slate was able to retrieve all of this information from the surrounding countryside - especially the names of landmarks and towns. But he decided not to fry his brain thinking about it too much.
Roughly a half hour later, the pair found themselves galloping along a roadway that was curving up into the mountains towards Kakariko Village. Link glanced to his right as he rode, enjoying the breathtaking view of the valley below. It only grew in majesty as they climbed, higher and higher and higher. In the distance, Link could see an orange-glowing Sheikah tower - likely another place he'd be making his way to soon, and-
What. Was that.
Link did a double-take, as he could have sworn he saw an extremely odd-shaped tree along the road… one that vaguely resembled a tall, pudgy humanoid.
He pulled back on Inferno's new reigns, looked behind him, spotted it.
It... was alive.
And it was waving at him.
Link paused for a second. Stared intently at the plant-like creature. Then he shook his head.
Nope. I am not dealing with this right now.
He turned around, spurred Inferno, and continued on his way.
"You there! Who are you?! How dare you trespass upon Lady Impa's abode!"
Link took a battle-ready stance, but kept his Zora spear mounted on his back. These two guards - dressed in what appeared to be traditional Sheikah garb - looked unarmed themselves. So Link decided it would be fair to fight them on their terms. If it came to that.
"Wait… is that… a Sheikah Slate on your hip?" the first guard asked.
Link eased up. The Sheikah lady at the gate earlier had asked him the same question, and it seemed everyone in this quaint village could probably recognize it. "But that would mean…" the guard continued, "...No, it's not possible. Can it be?"
Link decided not to dilly-dally. "Yes, yes. I'm the guy who overslept for a hundred years, here to see Lady Impa… you know…"
The guards straightened up. "Please, do forgive our rudeness. Impa has told us all about you…" Link nodded, and prepared to head up the stairs towards what he presumed was the home of the village elder, Impa-
-But one of the guards grabbed his arm, holding him back.
"...Why aren't you... wearing any clothes?" he demanded.
Link rolled his eyes. He'd still forgotten that he was basically naked.
"I'm sorry," the other guard said, "but we simply cannot allow you to proceed if you're not...properly dressed." He gestured back towards one of the straw-roofed traditional buildings behind him, where Link had left Inferno tied up earlier.
"There's a clothing store right there. If you have the money, please clothe yourself properly before seeing our Lady Impa…"
Link sighed, and laughed at himself as he turned and made his way to the store. Figured I could only get away with this for so long…
He entered the clothing store. The clerk, Claree, was really quite friendly. She let him try on a variety of outfits they had for sale, although Link only truly felt comfortable in a pair of stealth tights he found. It was like a second skin to him.
He figured the guards would complain if he didn't buy a shirt as well. He was deciding between a pair of different-colored Hylian tunics, when he saw it: a very neat-looking hood and cape set, solid black in color with an ornate design flowing down the back.
I want that.
He glanced in his pouch. He'd already dropped most of his rupees on that nice pair of armored tights… and he could really only afford one more item. He glanced back and forth between the hood and the green tunic he'd selected.
This... is the toughest decision I've had to make since I woke up.
Meanwhile, the two guards at the bottom of the staircase to Impa's abode were lightly chatting with each other. "I'm genuinely shocked to see that the hero… has finally returned" said the first guard, Cado.
"Indeed" replied Dorian, the other guard. "Although I have to say… he's a bit wilder than I expected-" He paused mid-sentence, as Link was approaching them again.
He'd done as they'd asked.
Sort of.
"Gentlemen." Link said as he approached, nodding cordially at the two guards. He was wearing a very nice pair of Sheikah stealth tights, a black Hylian hood-
And nothing else.
Cado pulled him aside again as he tried to pass. "I… I give up," he said. Sit tight, I'll go grab you a shirt." he ran off to grab a spare top from his home. Dorian shook his head, tried not to laugh. "To be honest," he said, "it doesn't bother me. But young Paya would positively flip out if she saw a boy dressed like you are…"
Soon, Cado returned with a Sheikah stealth top to match Link's new tights, which he donned immediately. The Sheikah eye symbol decorated the shirt's chest, and the pauldrons were made of leather, just like the shin guards on his tights. It was a pretty nice look, he had to admit. And quite comfortable to boot.
With his new clothes - and with approval from the guards - he was finally on his way up the long stairway to the entrance to Impa's home. Without hesitation Link pushed straight through the double-doors, stopped right in front of the entrance way, and put his hands on his hips.
A frail yet powerful voice, withered with age, spoke up as he entered. "...So… you still seem to know how to make an entrance…"
As Link's eyes adjusted to the darkness inside, he saw her. Impa.
She's a lot smaller than I figured she'd be, he thought.
She too was dressed in what appeared to be traditional Sheikah garb. A tan jacket with red accents adorned her small torso, the chest area dyed a royal blue. On her head she wore a pointed straw hat. The Sheikah eye symbol adorned the front, and eye-shaped blades appeared to descend from chains all around the hat's brim.
It was a bit excessive, to say the least. But Link found he quite liked the aesthetic.
"You're finally awake." Impa continued. She raised her head, looked up at Link, and smiled. "It has been quite a long time… Link." She patted her leg as a welcoming gesture, and he took it as his cue to enter. Nearby, he saw the head of a young woman peering down from upstairs. When he caught sight of her, she let out a small yelp, and ducked back up the stairs. That... must be Paya. Link thought.
He stopped in front of Impa, and stared blankly. Even up-close, he didn't recognize her... at all .
"What is the matter?" Impa asked. "You are looking at me as though I am a complete stranger. Those eyes… they lack the light of familiarity."
Link finally spoke up. "Well, that could just be because you are ridiculously old now," he deadpanned.
But Impa laughed.
"Or," she said, "it could be that you've lost all your memories after all. But surely...courageous one… you must at least remember the name Impa?"
He shook his head.
"Well, this could be a blessing in disguise." Impa's hands folded into her lap. "Link… a hundred years ago, the kingdom of Hyrule was destroyed. It was Zelda's wish that you were put into the long slumber you have awakened from, so you could live to fight another day."
Link nodded. "I am aware. King Rhoam's spirit told me everything."
"...I see." Impa shook her head. "It does not surprise me that the old man has found it difficult to pass from this world, without seeing the destruction of his greatest enemy firsthand."
Link took a seat, cross-legged, in front of Impa. He figured a long talk was coming…
"Zelda entrusted me with some words she wished to say to you… about what you must do next." Impa explained. "I have been waiting 100 years to deliver this message. However-"
Link held his hand up. "Pardon my interruption… but if you're going to send me on some inane mission before you tell me what I need to know, then I must warn you that I'm a rather impatient type…"
Impa began to laugh. "I can see… that you've gotten quite well-acquainted with King Rhoam and his more... roundabout ways of doing things." She shook her head and smiled warmly. "And I can also see that you're just as intent to charge forward with only courage and justice on your side! Once a hero, always a hero. Even without a memory to your name."
Link found himself returning the grin. "Actually… I do have some memories back." he explained. "I ran into a Zora… Prince Sidon." He explained what he'd experienced so far, and what he knew of the Divine Beasts. Impa listened intently, smiling all the more as she did. When Link had finished, she held her hands up in defeat.
"Well then." she said. "It seems you've jumped ahead of Princess Zelda's plan for you… we were expecting you to come straight here after your awakening. We did not foresee your taking a brief little detour..."
"To be fair though," Link countered, "It's not like I woke up with some kind of instruction manual on how to go about saving the world and all…"
Impa laughed. "I can see your sense of humor is well-intact to boot. I will not mince words with you then. There are four Divine Beasts that you must free. Vah Rudania, controlled by Daruk of the Gorons. Vah Medoh, controlled by Revali of the Rito. Vah Naboris, controlled by Urbosa of the Gerudo. And as you already know… Vah Ruta, controlled by your Lady Mipha."
My lady?
"Link, I must warn you… it would be ill-advised to face Ganon without the power of the Divine Beasts to help you. You must infiltrate them and bring them back to our side." She gestured towards Link's slate. "I shall enter in the locations of each Divine Beasts on your map. You can expect to find more information on each beast by visiting the four races." He handed her the Sheikah Slate, and she got to work.
Link pointed at the device as she tapped away. "I am admittedly… not very tech-savvy. But I noticed that there seems to be some missing functionality in the slate."
Impa nodded. "You are missing several features, indeed." She finished fiddling with the slate's map function, and handed the device back to Link. "I believe that someone in the research lab in Hateno Village might be able to help you. It would be a good idea to restore functionality as soon as possible - the missing functions might be key to restoring your lost memories."
"Got it." Link said. "I'll leave immediately." He wasn't sure what else to do, so he stood up, holstered the slate at his hip, and pulled Lady Impa into a big hug. He nearly pulled her off the large stack of pillows she was kneeling on, but she returned the gesture just the same.
"Thank you." he said. "For all your help."
"You are quite welcome." Lady Impa replied. "Please check in as soon as you can, so we can keep a gauge on your progress… and on your safety." Link nodded, spun around, and began to make his way back through the entrance to Impa's house.
"Oh, and Link…" she called from behind. He stopped in front of the door and turned around.
"I feel that I must give you one last piece of advice, before you depart. It's about Lady Mipha."
He took a deep breath, exhaled. "Yes?"
"You may not know me right now…" Impa said, her voice turned low. "But I know you , quite well. And if you find yourself chasing a ghost... then I must warn you to please suppress your desire."
Link opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off. "I know that it's hard, Link. But it is useless to worry too much about the dead…"
"-Yes." Link replied. "I understand. ...But even the dead have stories to tell. Even the dead need resolution. It would be good to both learn from them and to honor them." He paused for a second.
"...And it is my full intention to chase after any shred of hope I possibly can." He spun around, and left the house abruptly. He didn't look back.
Impa smiled again.
"...Profoundly wise words from someone so young." She closed her eyes.
"Do what you must."
See you in Chapter 8: Outlier.
