He stared at the sky, lying on the ground, in front of his house in Hateno Village. Carefree? Or careless? He did not care.

He turned and tossed on the dry grass, which grazed the bare skin of his arms his tunic could not cover below his shoulders. At least, that was the sensation, a real one. He could feel.

Even the cooking pan right next to him did not interest him today, abandoned and ignored without an alluring fire underneath.

He was terrified. He wanted some answers. The clues. Just anything.

The lost memories. 100 years of slumber. The duties; save the Princess and rebuild the kingdom of Hyrule. End this Calamity, once and for all.

Because you are the chosen hero, Link, the bearer of one fragment of Triforce, he remembered the old lady, Impa, who claimed to be one of his old friends telling him.

Those words had grazed his eardrums and burnt the back of his mind. He had wanted to scream, but all he could have mustered was a hum. A deflated one.

How could he do such things? He did not remember shits. He closed his eyes, breathing deeply.

The chatter and laughter of kids in Hateno Village filled his ears once again. The warm breeze brushed his hair. He tried to stay calm at this moment.

"Link," your voice suddenly chirped in. A familiar voice. At least, recently, it grew familiar to him. His eyes snapped open. Your face looked down at him as he was lying down carelessly on the ground, dirts and dusts over his tunic—whatever the old lady had called, was it the tunic of Champions?

You laughed softly as his eyes darted and flitted everywhere, cheeks red, "You have a house right behind you. Why are you lying here?"

He finally opened his mouth, rolling over to lie on his side, "Just thinking."

His voice sounded so bizarre to his own ears. But you never minded it. Rather, you seemed to be fond of his voice whenever he rarely opened his mouth.

His chest felt like swelling suddenly without his permission. Whenever you were near him, he felt like himself, although he didn't know who he was himself.