six sentence sunday
Maybe it was for the best that he not remember. Maybe his father had been right, and coming home was a distraction he still could not afford. After all, what good had the sparse memories he’d gathered of this place done him in the end?
Then again, Link thought, pulling his slate out abruptly as night settled in and picking a destination at random—somewhere, anywhere that wasn't here—then again, what good had his father's words done him all those years before? They had been spoken with the best of intentions, Link knew, and yet…
Maybe it shouldn't have surprised him when the world reformed on glowing strands of light to reveal the moonlit pools of Zora's Domain.









