Prologue “Link,” Zelda said, looking up at the large building before them. They were sitting next to the fire, watching Impa’s house. Gannon had been defeated; it was time for rest. But Zelda…seemed to have other plans. “I’d like to visit all the villages the remaining ones. Would you take me?” “Um, sure,” Link mumbled, not expecting the question. She’d looked to comfortable next to the fire, watching the Cuckoo’s and lazily sketching them in her notebook. Ur he supposed she’d want to leave one day, one way or another. Because the world had changed in the last one hundred years, and she was a naturally curious girl; a girl curious to see the world. “When do you suppose we can leave?” She asked, shuffling and holding up her sketchbook next to the Cuckoo. It looked almost exactly the same; like she’s taken a photo in black and white rather than sketched it. Link was impressed; art had never been his thing. He was better at hitting the Cuckoo’s than drawing them, and getting attacked by them in turn. “I suppose we could leave tomorrow,” Link told her, checking the time on the Sheikah Slate. It was late, almost midnight. If they were to get going, they’d have to wake early to travel; the slate could only transport one person at a time, not two, so they would have to travel by horseback. “Let’s do that, then.” Zelda decided, giving him a warm smile before standing, stretching. “I’m going to inform Impa we’ll be on our way. I recommend you go to the inn and rest; I’ll join you in just a second.” She walked away, slowly, her body obviously drenched with tiredness and exhaustion. As Link watched her walk away, her king golden locks falling loose around her shoulders and the hood she’d borrowed from him adorning her back, he couldn’t help but smile. Mainly because it was very rare for him to actually sleep.
