Waking Up

Link's life is haunted by shades of blue.

Specifically, Sheikah blue. The shrines are blue. The towers are blue. The bombs are blue. His old tunic is blue...A Guardian's beam is blue.

Everything he can't remember is blue, and he hates it. He hates these half remembered fears, these vague spaces left behind by a tragedy he doesn't remember. He doesn't remember any of it, except a sense of something (someone) missing.

The voices all tell him he'll remember eventually. Eventually couldn't come soon enough.

This story is cross-posted on AO3 under the name self_indulgent_authorship (which is me)