Okay, hear me out. Sad BOTW short story
Trapped. There would never be anyone here. I would wander the halls of my prison, my home, glorious, beautiful, safe home always glimmering close by, but never quite there.
When I had run out of tears, surrounded in a pool of them, I would think of my brother. Would he have grown? Would he still remember me? Or had I faded into a small fanciful dream, forgotten by the one I held dear.
Trapped. I would wail helplessly as I watched my dear friend infected with a pulsing, oozing malice, threatening to flood the Reservoir. I would always feel useless as I lay on my back, listening to her cries as water poured relentlessly from the skies.
When I had run out of tears, I was left to think. My thoughts would return to the champions. Revali, would he have fallen too? Defeated by a bow, as I a spear? Daruk, when would he have fallen to exhaustion, unable to create another shield? Urbosa? My beloved? Would she have been as beautiful fighting as she was dancing with me? Would she have excepted her fate with the steel I know lay under her skin or would she have submitted, worry flooding her.
Trapped. Knowing that my home was at risk, people were suffering because I failed them. Would father be disappointed that I failed Zora’s Domain or stricken with grief because I never returned? Would I ever see him again?
When I had run out of tears, I saw a familiar face. Link. He hadn’t aged a day, had he survived? Or was a so alone I saw the ghosts of the past, coming to mock me once again? Then I heard him yell a name I thought I would never hear again.
“Sidon!” He called, as he landed in the water, “Sidon! Come! I am about to drown!” My brother. I didn’t bother concealing my tears as I saw the proud, beautiful Zora my brother had become.
When he entered I saw faces of the past standing beside him. His faithful partner, as proud as the Rito had ever been, using his powers to aid him. His face was that of longing, jealousy and hurt, covered behind a cruel mask of arrogance.
Daruk, ever the father figure, desperately ready to protect the boy he saw as his son. His body was a warm as ever, his smile lighting his face lined with worry and a bone deep tiredness.
Urbosa. She was a stunning as ever. Her red hair flowed along her back, jewellery clinking as she moved along Link. She gave me a look of longing, one of great sadness when she realised I had fell too. She was fuming, one look at her and you could tell someone had messed with someone she loved. And for a second did not believe it was me. She was thinking of her little bird. Her baby girl.
This night was different, as Link slept peacefully by the dying fire, I did not cry, I hugged, laughed and talked to my friends. I saw Sidon, I kissed Urbosa. I saw Father from the bonds of the spirit world.
Revali was asleep, pretending to wrap himself around the body of Link, as they had all those years ago. Daruk, softly snoring, his face set in a frown as he dreamt of something similar to my thoughts.
“I thought about you everyday.” I whisper, not letting me voice break, as I leaned into her. She wrapped a tanned arm around me, her warm scent sending me back to a simpler time.
“I never stopped thinking of you.”
