Who: A fully grown Link, Sheik
Where: The river, Sheik's home
When: Early afternoon
Summary: Sheik was meant to be the guide. He was meant to keep one step ahead. Somehow his feet were failing him.
Rating: PG, probably, just to be safe.
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Times change, people move - like a river's flow, it never ends. )
Link followed after Sheik, but quickly fell into step with him when the Sheikah slowed down. He was glad of that. Sheik had always been unfathomable to Link. A year after Sheik had died - though, in some twisted sense, years before - Zelda had shown Link the old grave in Kakariko, where Sheik was meant to have lain. All he knew of Sheik were some old gouges in weathered stone, either an alphabet he didn't know or was simply too weathered to understand spelling out a long forgotten name.
And yet it was so easy to be here with him now. It made the situation all the more dreamlike, unreal. Especially if there was a younger him running around usually. That thought made him wince. He remembered how confused he had been back then, how young and hurt and easily led the wrong way by himself. Zelda had helped him through it, after she had sent him back, and Navi had given him some grounding in reality, forcing him to stop and rest even before then.
It must haven been hard, to come here with neither. And...
"This has to be hard for you."
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