A bright light warmed her right cheek for a brief moment, until it flew away from her, gently like a welcoming breath of wind, and the young woman lifted her head.

Delicate, fluttering wings, shining in a lighter color than the realm of the goddesses, filled the air around them with the glittering veils of a joyful and gentle power.

The princess's gaze rested on the little creature, which had just flown around her pointy ears with annoying incentive and reminded her again and again that they wanted to return as soon as possible. Back to this horribly destroyed city, your home, which once shone in just as proud glory as this colorful display of flowers at your feet.

The magical creature had now entered exactly this splendor of flowers and hovered excitedly around the thin stems of some of the flowers shining in gold-silver-yellow.

"But not in such an urgent hurry?", Said Zelda about the funny looking, futile efforts of her tiny companion, who pulled the head of one of these flowers with her short arms and began to growl dangerously.

The young woman knelt in the tall grass, between colorful plants and also some herbs with healing properties, because of which the blonde beauty had dared to venture into this small piece of forest between the small village called Kakariko and the local cemetery. She had only come here to help Link.

She stretched out her hand and the little fairy, who was not bothered by the delicate fingers, one of which was still a little bit bigger than herself, moved on. And so she suddenly lost all hold, all control over her delicate body and gave a surprised scream as she rolled backwards through the air with the bright flowers in her arms and sprayed a trace of magical and glittering sparks.

"Oh, sorry Navi.", Zelda said, hoping not to have angered the little creature, as the fairy did not utter any treacherous utterance or emotion, but only flew silently towards the small, brown bag made of firm linen, which she flew towards Princess had tied around her waist.

She knew too well about Navi's heated disposition, which can often be kindled by little things. She had not only heard it from the mouth of the hero of the times, but had even been able to experience it for herself a few times when she met Link and his companion in the past times of dark days. At that time she had barely been able to save herself from the nasty consequences of contact with the powdery substance of a fruit from the holy forests, which could knock even the toughest gorons out of their skin and with which the enraged fairy had pelted them. ..

"Is this plant good for something?", Zelda wanted to find out, while she loosened the thin band around the bag, so that Navi could do her achievement with the few herbs that she had previously picked herself and put into it."Oh yes ... the sinfully sweet taste of these flowers seduces me again and again ... It is a temptation for the senses of every fairy like me ... A delicacy that cannot be put into words, hmhm ...", the little creature answered and smiled, becoming a delicious one in heaven Dreaming.

The pretty heir to the throne then pulled on the thick fabric of the dark robe that she wore over the sparsely warming white robe when a cold breeze made her shiver slightly in the cool morning breeze. Her gaze was directed towards the wide firmament hidden behind a dull gray.

"Well ...", the young woman remarked and replied the remaining, happy and dreamy grin on Navi's face with a short smile, then looked up again at the cloud-veiled, dark sky.

"We should still be on our way now. If we hurry ... maybe we will be lucky and not end up in the midst of a capricious violence of the heavenly spirits."

A strong gust of wind rushed cheerfully through the long branches of the trees around them and a pleasant, humming melody came to life, combined with the peaceful rustling and crackling of the forest, to which the tall grass and flowers gently move in time with nature rails.



And it was only some time later, the moment when Zelda stood in front of the broken drawbridge to the gate of the much more destroyed city of Hyrule, in which countless raindrops lashed the water restlessly in the moat built around the once so magnificent kingdom let angry waves beat against isolated, crunching pieces of wood.

She was completely soaked in the meantime, the thin material of her white robe stuck uncomfortably to her skin and the black, wet cloak lay heavy over her shoulders. A bright light broke through the gloomy clouds, haunted by threatening rumble, the fleeting fury of the holy deities who ruled this world. A magical world in which the princess, as a sage, had a predetermined place. In a kingdom that still lived on in her memories. A place that she would bring back to its beautiful splendor and revitalize it.

She felt the exhilarating touch of pure energy gently brushing the soft skin of her wet right cheek, a well-intentioned gesture that drove her forward. And so the blonde beauty took a step, accompanied by a brief hesitation, before she stumbled resolutely over the remains of the bridge, crossing the raging water at her feet. She walked the stone-lined streets that led her, her heart, to a forgotten place.

It was the memory of the pulsating life, joyful laughter and loud voices that echoed around in the corridors between the many closely lined up houses and on the large market square, the colorful heart of this city. A steady, happy hustle and bustle, of which only the silence of the ruins and the sad smell of ashes testified.

Zelda let her gaze wander attentively around the area until she suddenly perceived a warm, familiar aura next to ashes, destruction and death.She heard an unexpected sound, which the fairy uttered in shock next to her ear.

A bell-like 'Oh no' broke through the relentless patter of the rain and the eyes of the young woman followed Navi, who flew away furiously and discovered the same, terrifying image as those of the magical creature.

"Link!"

An excited scream stole from the mouth of the heir to the throne and her legs began to move, she ran, but a short moment later she stopped again in amazement, narrowed the lids of her blue eyes a little bit, tried better through the thick rain veil to recognize.

She felt an eerie presence that sent an unpleasant shiver through each of her bones, and yet nothing. She saw the existent contours of something hideous, and yet she could see nothing or see anything. Even when the Princess of Hyrule began to stir again and approached the young man lying lifelessly on the ground, she saw no creepy power, no creature of a malevolent nature that would be able to hold the royal blood in hers Freezing veins like this. It was as if nothing was here, apparently nothing happened and yet ...

Immediately her attention was directed back to Link and she let herself slide onto her knees, next to his resting body, on the hard and wet floor.

"What happened then? Link!", Zelda shouted desperately when she discovered the faint, pink-colored trace of the blood, which was almost completely washed away by the cleansing mass of the rain.

Her hands wrapped around his also completely soggy upper arms, grabbed him and with the application of some strength, they lifted the body a little higher. With her right hand she patted restlessly on the cheek of the unconscious hero, in which his little, faithful companion put all her trouble, but he did not let himself be woken, only made a few tortured noises. Nevertheless she noticed a small movement, a touch of the young man's left hand, saw how her fingers cramped uncontrollably a few times.

"Link ...", Zelda whispered softly and acted without hesitation, clutching the young fighter's shoulders and dragging the body, which was a little too heavy for the princess, over the hard, wet floor.

First in the dry. Back to the devastated house, which had survived the long war well, in which she found a safe shelter for the injured hero. This was right next to her and she tore at the remaining, small piece of a smashed wooden door, disappeared behind the softness of a dirty, dark fabric.

With an effort she dragged the unconscious fighter through the dirty, partly destroyed room and let the battered body come to rest on some blankets. The blonde beauty heaved a tired sigh through her pretty lips and let herself fall carelessly on the dusty floor and her gaze was directed at the worried fairy, who sat on the left on the soaked shoulder and a few bright sparks of light on the dirty fabric of his white shirt left behind.A gloomy expression lay on her enchanting features, which Zelda had not escaped before leaning a little towards the young man's face and placing her left hand on the glowing skin of his forehead.

"Don't you - no ..." were the barely understandable words of the young woman when she suddenly gasped for breath in surprise.

Completely unexpected was the gentle touch of warm fingers on her skin, which shakily reached for her other hand.

"Zelda ...", she heard Link's hoarse voice say and took his hand in her own.

She was about to ask him how he is, but forgot this thought again when she noticed the hero's other, free hand, felt a gentle touch on her right cheek. She gently stroked the delicate skin, brushed a few damp, golden-blonde strands from the pretty face of the heiress to the throne.

"Zelda ... your hair ... you are all wet ..."

Then his deep blue eyes closed and individual strands of wet, dark blonde hair shook water under the falling movement of the head, which sank to one side, exhausted.

"Link?"

Concern spoke in the princess's voice. Her fine fingers felt nervously over the young man's chest, buried themselves in the damp, slightly dirty and in some places pink-colored shirt, whereupon Link let out a noisy, whistling breeze through his barely opened lips. But a closer,