[Part One // The Golden Hour] Chapter One ☆ Do You Really Remember Me?

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Disclaimer: This fanfic is based on the Legend of Zelda (mostly botw & totk) a game by Nintendo.

A/N: Hey guys, ToTK is finally out!! I actually drafted this story last year, but never posted, so I decided to finally get my life together and post. So here you go! A very bad not accurate Zelda Fanfiction! Also this chapter is rlly short sorry! Hopefully I'll update again soon
- jelly (June 27, 2023)

A/N (after edits: August 30, 2023) heyyy this chapter was so short and kinda cringe so I'm editing it a lil lol

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"Link, May I ask, do you really remember me?"

I froze, the question that had been bubbling inside me for the entire length of my journey to reach this place, this person. It was rising in my chest, my answer unknown.

Zelda's voice seemed to echo around me as I thought about when I first awoke, hearing her voice for the first time. Well not really the first time.

I thought about all the guidance I had received to save her, to save a girl I didn't even know at the time, but as I looked out from her worn down sandals to her tired face, a handful of scattered memories came slowly back to me. I realized how closed off I had been with her, I never spoke to her, not as she talked about new recipes she had learned, nor when she had been crying in the forest after calamity Gannon awoke.

I so was cold. Emotionless.

I thought that I would have the chance to make things right with her, and that after we had defeated Gannon, everything would be okay. I wouldn't have to bear such a burden after the beast was slaughtered.

I thought that I would be able to spend more time with Mipha, just like she had requested. I wanted to win at that rock eating contest with Daruk. I wanted to finally make it up to Vah Medoh on my own and defy Revali, and to have a noble pursuit with Urbosa!

But that didn't happen. It never will.

Because I died.

100 years ago.

Just past Fort Hateno.

I was rushed to the shrine of resurrection.

And I lived.

But at what cost?

I had forgotten everything, even my own name.

But now, seeing Zelda standing before me I knew how I was going to answer her. To answer myself, for I had been pondering that very question since I first heard her voice, guiding me.

I studied Zelda's face.

"yes" I said quietly

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