He’s a child, sitting on the roots of the Great Deku Tree. His tunic and shorts are ripped, his knees are scraped, and he’s caked in mud up to his elbows. He leans against a thicker root, looking up at the tree, and speaks.
“Hey, Great Deku Tree… do you think I’ll ever see a dragon?”
And there’s a flash, brittle sharp and fever-bright, of a man
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