01-02-2019, 12:59 AM
When Link up, he was alone. He didn't know who he was, why he was here. He didn't even really know his name until he ran into the Zora and Dorephan recognized him. That was the first time Link realized he had a life before waking up -- just like everyone else did. But it was so long ago and why didn't he remember?
Nobody understood his questions. They didn't tell him what he was here for, who was he, what happened? So he was foisted off to tame a beast without really understanding. And that was fine with Link. He was ... he was a hero, he knew that much about himself, even before his name. He liked how he felt when helping people, when they thanked him. And that ... that mattered.
Just earlier today, he got a blinding headache. He doesn't know why. There were flashes behind his eyes, and something unfamiliar has rooted itself in his head. He doesn't like it. It's tugging him towards something. He goes without complaint, curious, if a little off-center. What greets him is a cocker spaniel resting there, looking confused. His head pounds, but Link vigorously shakes his head to try and dispel it like he thinks other people did sometimes. It doesn't help.
He steps closer, eyes round. There's that pinched feeling of recognition that makes his nauseous to acknowledge. His approach is near silent, and he circles to her front, ears lying back. Once he stands in front of her, he tilts his head. There's no recognition in his eyes, just a flicker of pain and curiousity. Very softly, he yips, chirp-like in sound, a prompting for an explanation of some kind. Anything at all.
Nobody understood his questions. They didn't tell him what he was here for, who was he, what happened? So he was foisted off to tame a beast without really understanding. And that was fine with Link. He was ... he was a hero, he knew that much about himself, even before his name. He liked how he felt when helping people, when they thanked him. And that ... that mattered.
Just earlier today, he got a blinding headache. He doesn't know why. There were flashes behind his eyes, and something unfamiliar has rooted itself in his head. He doesn't like it. It's tugging him towards something. He goes without complaint, curious, if a little off-center. What greets him is a cocker spaniel resting there, looking confused. His head pounds, but Link vigorously shakes his head to try and dispel it like he thinks other people did sometimes. It doesn't help.
He steps closer, eyes round. There's that pinched feeling of recognition that makes his nauseous to acknowledge. His approach is near silent, and he circles to her front, ears lying back. Once he stands in front of her, he tilts his head. There's no recognition in his eyes, just a flicker of pain and curiousity. Very softly, he yips, chirp-like in sound, a prompting for an explanation of some kind. Anything at all.
"we will not be torn" —-- link / ascendants / misc
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