Inspired by an amazing album called Worlds by song artist Porter Robinson.

Whoops I don't have a name for this

As if she were a princess, or even a goddess, the little girl, who only knew her name as Hy, danced around the upset and wounded boy. She didn't know what she was doing, but she hoped it made him feel at least a little better. And of course, it was working. She knew that she always made him upset, constantly forgetting his name, not being quiet when she needed, going off to places when she shouldn't, and not even leaving his side when he accidentally discovered her under the remains of the ruins. She wanted to make it up to him.

Her dance was a magical healing grace that enchanted him. Her magic did work in confusing ways, yes, but at least she is able to discover it and use it affectively. Hy wished she knew more about herself, this way she could actually help him in his slow journey, even if he didn't tell her what it was. She cared about him.

"Hy. It's beautiful."

She continued, pretending as if she did not hear him. She didn't want to talk. She was busy healing him. Hy, although still dancing, became under a trance herself. In her mind, memories she never thought she had before flowed in and away. Memories of her older, in her past lives, as a kind-hearted woman, a selfless person. Memories of a brave man of whom she does not know, though seemed familiar. Memories of an older woman who seemed as a mother figure to her. Then many other figures, all familiar looking. Hy knew their names.

She remembered something. Something important.

Hy gasped, immediately stopped her dancing and froze. She ran up to the boy, who was startled by her sudden actions, and gripped him by the shoulders.

"Zelda!" She exclaimed. He was confused. "What?"

"My name is Zelda! I remembered! And I remembered I have to find my friend... I have to find Link! Vaati, I have to—"

The boy cut her off with a "Hey!" and pushed her away. She stumbled back, getting ready for another mean retort after calling him by the name he did not like. But he did not say anything. He was silent. And then he sighed, looking down.

"Hy, please. I keep telling you not to call me Vaati."

"I'm sorry... Donovan." Hy/Zelda had to think to remember his preferred name.

"Just. Don't do it again. Or don't call me anything at all." The boy, Donovan stood and dusted his satchel, now ignoring the gaping wound on his forearm. Now realizing who he had taken with him on his adventure, the child he tried to get rid of, he felt like a jerk. A big one at that. Hy/Zelda wanted to cry, she let it show on her face. Donovan saw this, and quickly walked to her and hugged her.

"Hy, I'm sorry for all of the horrible things I said to you. I realize now that I'm a bad guy after all. Like you told me." He rubbed her arm in a slow motion, as if to soothe her. And soon enough, she felt better.

"I'm Zelda... Call me Zelda, please. That's my real name." She said quietly, but enough so Donovan could hear her. He nodded once as an okay, and let go of her. He took her hand and they started again down the path in the field to their destination. The tree that he had fallen from earlier now served as a landmark, in case they had gotten lost again. Zelda did not complain about her painful limp this time.

"So. This Link person. He is your friend, yes?"

Zelda did not say anything for a few seconds until she answered.

"Yes. At least, I think. He has the triangle I'm looking for. He can help us." She had a hope-filled look on her face. Donovan looked at Zelda's free hand. The hand that had glowed the Triforce. She was Looking for this era's incarnation of the Hero of Legend all so suddenly. Maybe it was her mission before the disaster of the ruins, when it took her memory, and almost her life. Donovan couldn't know why she wanted to find him, anyway. At least not now, since his only mission was to find the witch who could lift his infinite curse off of him. The curse of the Four Sword. The curse that, with the help of the Wishing Cap, he gave himself. He wondered if he would even be able to get rid of it. And what he would do after all of this was over.

"Zelda, when we find that witch, and finally finish all that we have of this trip, are you going to go back and find him? Your friend?" Zelda nodded with a single "Ahuh." She was looking at the sky. Donovan did the same. Maybe he could take her to Castle Town, and she'd handle things from there. She would finally be home, what she had always asked for in the beginning, and safe from the harsh oustide world.

But then again, Donovan didn't want anyone to find out he was wandering Hyrule, away from the Four Sword. And worse, with a presumed-dead Princess Zelda.