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Day 1 of my quest to find you
Dearest Zelda,
I have to talk to you through letters again for the time being. I’ve been awake for a week, and I already miss you. Is that weird? It’s funny, I spent a hundred years and six months without you, and these seven days hurt more than all that time.
I spent a long time getting better on the Great Sky Island. My arm was completely decayed, but I met your great-grandpa Rauru and he gave me his arm. It’s so cool! It’s kind of mechanical with these elegant pointed nails, and it can do magic, or, sorry, channel Zonai powers just like the Sheikah Slate used to. I’ll have to show you all the stuff this hand can do when I see you again.
Like, in a professional, research setting, obviously. I meant nothing else by that.
Anyways, he had me do a bunch of shrines and I saw you on the ledge through a temple. I think I gave you the master sword. I don’t know. I don’t know where you were or what’s happening or if you’re like back in time or in another dimension or what. All I know is that the sun shined and you wore this sleeveless white and green dress and looked very pretty. And safe. For Hylia’s sake, I hope you are safe.
I should have gone to the castle and talked to Purah, or tried to find Impa to explain everything to me, but I really just wanted to go to bed after sleeping in a cave for who knows how long, so I got my horse from a stable and rode back to our home in Hateno. Perhaps it was unchivalrous and selfish of me to not immediately go search for you, but maybe you’d be there, fast asleep in our bed, the moonlight resting on your shoulder. Maybe we wouldn’t have to do this again.
You weren’t there, of course, and I hadn’t lived alone for a long time. It was a weird feeling to get used to again, bathing in the pond without a watchful eye, cooking for one, sprawling out on an empty bed. My chest feels funny when I can’t hear your light footsteps on the stairs.
I didn’t read your diary, I promise, but I’m writing on your desk where I wrote to you the first time we were separated. I hope it doesn’t take me six months to get back to you again.
Oh, and I got my hair tie back from your well, since it’s hard to fight without it. I left it there after, well, before we went to the castle the last time and after we…well…you know…we…um, I’m gonna stop writing and go to bed.
Your faithful companion,
Link
P.S. I will find you tomorrow.