1st chapter




The young man's breath came to a halt, and reminded him of that cruel fight he had waged so recently, in addition to the raging pain that tore at his body and mind.

And although he had won and the danger averted, all the beautiful things in this wonderful world, which he had protected all along with the commitment of his life and ultimately saved from it, a gloomy feeling of helplessness enveloped his mind.
His blue eyes closed and he leaned closer to the tree behind his back, which in its proud and unique splendor stretched over a small piece of this gigantic, spacious and green meadow, around the young fighter.

He let out a strong breath, noticing how this so simple movement made the darkness flicker behind his eyelids, and a pain that rose up like burning flames in his upper body.

The rustling of fabric faded in a short movement to him, resounded again directly in front of his face, while a fresh breeze carried a bewitchingly sweet scent to his nose. Only when he felt the warmth of a gentle touch, a hand on the heated skin of his forehead, did the young man suddenly open his eyes.

"I don't want to leave here ... from you ..." he whispered in faint sounds.

He had only fought for her. For her alone he had held out so long and faced his fate. But now…
Did she really ... want him to go ...?

The fingers of her right hand carefully ran over the worn, moss-green fabric on his body.

"Please ..." pleaded the almost angelic voice of the blonde beauty and her hand wandered a little further until it came to rest just above a breast wet with holy blood.

"Give me the ocarina of time, Link."

But a strong hand closed around the young woman's delicate wrist, preventing this close contact between them when the fighter pushed them back, mindful but decisive.

"I can not do that…"

"You have to," she replied.

"You have to go home. Back to where you belong ..."

Her slender fingers caressed the battered fabric of the tunic of this brave boy trapped in the wrong body one more time until they reached his belt.
The young man sent a surprised tone over his lips when his counterpart fiddled with the leather clasp, the precious musical instrument on his left side, with blind hands and took it.

"I'm sorry, Link."

She brought the instrument to her lips, played a few meaningless, melodious notes until they melted into a gentle melody in the wind and Left's eyes widened in shock.

What followed was a hasty, unpredictable action, a quick movement which, under other circumstances, had already cost the lives of so many vicious creatures in the past.
All of a sudden the strong arms of the fighter had closed around the body of the young woman, held him prisoner and pressed him tightly to his."Zelda! Please not!"

The blonde beauty gasped in surprise, and the beautiful melody from the instrument on her lips fell silent, shortly before Link gave a painful moan and his head fell against her left shoulder, his face disappeared into the golden blonde strands of her long hair and he slumped against her, leaning against her.

Single, pure tears gathered in her sky-blue eyes, because she was sorry ... it hurt to see the young hero so sad, so hurt and exhausted, so afraid.
The gasping, gasping breath in her left ear almost broke her heart, almost made her feel the pain of his physical wounds ...

This innocent child's heart in the adult body, where warm arms held her slim figure, wrapped in the soft, pink fabric of her dress ... it should never have fought ... never should have killed.

Therefore this is not the right place, the right time for him, if the princess, whose beloved land Hyrule he saved from ruin, couldn't stand it ... She would never be able to forgive herself.

The hero of Hyrule ... He deserved a happy life.
Far away from here. Far from all the suffering and pain. Far from her ...

She felt the warm breath that beat trembling against the skin of her throat, the gentle, yet firm embrace around her body that had not let go of the firmness, that did not let her escape.
This closeness made her heart beat painfully against her chest in a restless, nervous rhythm ... but it would be her duty as the way fate can never cheat, would have to submit.
Holding the holy relic to her lips, she sadly lowered the lids of her eyes, awakened tones clad with enchanting magic to new life. A gentle melody, sounds that secretly chased time, tried to catch it in a quiet moment, were carried away in the arms of the wind.
The Princess Hyrule noticed a gentle, magical gust of wind that gently brushed her pretty face, the more cramped, warm hands on her back, which tried to defend themselves against the winged spell ... always an inexpressibly important, precious presence to her soul more dwindle ...

So she opened her eyes for a short moment, wanted to look one last time into these unspeakably deep, blue eyes Links and so be able to keep them forever in her memories, while the white magic with glittering rays ensnared her owner, him, his reluctance and ignoring his hitting against nonexistent walls, carried away ...

And when the wonderful sound of the mighty ocarina in her hands faded in the wistful longing of the blue sky, shimmering, silent tears crept down Zelda's delicate cheeks and fell to the ground unseen.

She slumped, kneeling on the soft grass, her trembling hands hugging herself. The gentle breath of a magical aura was still dancing through the air, testifying to the ruthlessness of transience.How could she have let it come to this? Why hadn't she paid more attention in the past few years, months and weeks, especially in the last few days, not prevented it from happening ... that she cried so bitterly ... her heart threatened to break in agony ...