A melody for water. Ambition for eyes of blue.
[She is perplexed. Confused naturally, by many things. It is said that those with the inability to understand fear what they do not hold a grasp upon. Perhaps there is a part of her where fear is present. The idea of being somewhere that is remotely familiar and yet at the same time, is completely foreign to her... That is a frightening thought indeed.]
[Is it naivety that has kept her here? She has told him, the man different from her and yet the same, that she feels as though she has simply slept a while in the time that has passed. It is as though she has been careful with her observance and simply stands in the shadows, wondering when the appropriate time has come to arise and make her presence known. Though one who observes learns far more than one who waxes idiotically. She feels a part of her has said it before but to whom, and when, she does not know.]
[Even a person in shadows is still a person. At times it is wiser to simply be a silhouette than to genuinely thrust yourself into the public eye. What sort of public eye be this, however?]
[The sky she's faced with is one she saw after the fall of the evil man. There is something serene about it and at the same time, her heart is heavy with some form of obligation, some form of duty, but to whom? She knows now she is not the only one of her, and that there may be many. She knows that she is not the only one who holds her counterpart.]
"Do I hold any sort of influence, however? These talks of retaining the Triforce of Wisdom, and yet I do not feel any wiser now than I did prior."
[Her dreams tell her nothing. She recalls them being as blank as canvas can be before it is put to good use. Is this an omen, or some type of gift from the goddesses?]
"There must be something that I am missing. Something or someone." [Though the latter is bitterly obvious to her, no matter how she may pretend such a thing does not exist.] "I wish to find this something. I will continue on to do so. My heart tells me there is something more. With my hands, I will reach for it and be it not a star in the sky, I will obtain it."
[Before her, water. A clear blue as though nothing would ever taint it. Beneath it, something she has never personally been inside, but once a place of horror--perhaps. Zelda seems perfectly determined.]
"Lake Hylia, perhaps you are where this chapter shall begin. Let us rejoice with a song to tell of future tales."
[Is it naivety that has kept her here? She has told him, the man different from her and yet the same, that she feels as though she has simply slept a while in the time that has passed. It is as though she has been careful with her observance and simply stands in the shadows, wondering when the appropriate time has come to arise and make her presence known. Though one who observes learns far more than one who waxes idiotically. She feels a part of her has said it before but to whom, and when, she does not know.]
[Even a person in shadows is still a person. At times it is wiser to simply be a silhouette than to genuinely thrust yourself into the public eye. What sort of public eye be this, however?]
[The sky she's faced with is one she saw after the fall of the evil man. There is something serene about it and at the same time, her heart is heavy with some form of obligation, some form of duty, but to whom? She knows now she is not the only one of her, and that there may be many. She knows that she is not the only one who holds her counterpart.]
"Do I hold any sort of influence, however? These talks of retaining the Triforce of Wisdom, and yet I do not feel any wiser now than I did prior."
[Her dreams tell her nothing. She recalls them being as blank as canvas can be before it is put to good use. Is this an omen, or some type of gift from the goddesses?]
"There must be something that I am missing. Something or someone." [Though the latter is bitterly obvious to her, no matter how she may pretend such a thing does not exist.] "I wish to find this something. I will continue on to do so. My heart tells me there is something more. With my hands, I will reach for it and be it not a star in the sky, I will obtain it."
[Before her, water. A clear blue as though nothing would ever taint it. Beneath it, something she has never personally been inside, but once a place of horror--perhaps. Zelda seems perfectly determined.]
"Lake Hylia, perhaps you are where this chapter shall begin. Let us rejoice with a song to tell of future tales."