Good Morning

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This chapter was revised as of 3/31/2020

Heyoo! Thanks for clicking this far! This fanfic is basically a slight AU where Link and Zelda are both put into the Shrine of Resurrection, and they both have to recover their memories together. I saw some art on Pinterest portraying this idea and absolutely fell in love! So I decided to write this lengthy fan fiction, and I've been enjoying it immensely. Here's hoping you will too!

Also, a lot of the dialogue in this fic is taken from cut scenes from the game and mutilated just a snitch (because Zelda's with Link) but just know that I am not trying to take credit from writing some of the dialogue in this fanfic. I wanted to keep this story as close to the game as possible, as if it were a two-player game with Zelda, so that's that.

Restoration process complete. Waking occupants...

A sliver of light pierced the young man's eyes as he slowly opened them, wincing as his vision was flooded with blue light. The first thought that came into his head was simply: Where am I? To answer that, he was in some sort of... bed? Tub? A strange liquid was draining around him, and as it's cool touch was leaving his body, he felt more awake. Despite that feeling, however, he couldn't find the strength to move. Odd.

Who am I? The thought struck him as odd. Shouldn't he know his own name? He stared at the blue light as an unusual structure or... design came into focus. His eyes widened. Link... I'm Link. What a strange name. Link blinked a few times before finally sitting up, propping himself up with his arms. He was surprised he didn't creak like a rusting door. He certainly felt 100 years old.

The air around him was strangely warm and stuffy. It smelled old. He looked around the weird room, stopping only when he saw another tub bed structure right next to his. Even more strange was that someone sitting in that bed, just like him, was staring right back at him. Except... It was a girl. She had long golden hair and dazzling green eyes that were filled with relatable confusion. Her face was soft and round, and yet she seemed stubborn and full of an attitude to fight. She was wearing a sleeveless dark blue dress that looked more like a long shirt tied with a string around her waist.

Silence swirled around the two, making Link's thoughts and questions run wild. It was making his head hurt. So, he took the initiative and spoke. "I'm Link." He said, surprised by how his voice sounded. It was basically a whisper, barely audible. His throat felt dry and unused. Huh. Weird.

The girl blinked a couple of times before replying. "I... I'm Zelda... I think." She murmured, her voice just as soft as his.

Again silence fell over them before a flash of blue light caught their attention. They both looked over to find a peculiar looking pedestal. Link glanced at Zelda before swinging his legs over the side of the bed and standing. The cold ground sent chills up his spine as he slowly walked over to the structure. He heard light footsteps behind him and soon Zelda was standing next to him. She was keeping her distance though. And for some reason that sent a pang of hurt through Link. Why? I don't even know this girl.

They both looked down at the structure only for it to flash again and... change. A small, flat device lifted up and spun around to reveal an orange and blue design that resembled an eye. The orange designs on it pulsed like a heartbeat as the device sat there, almost like it was waiting for someone to pick it up. So, naturally, Link took a step forward and picked it up. He turned the device over in his hands, staring at the blank side. The eye design suddenly appeared before him, making a strange little sound as it did.

Zelda inched closer, staring at the device with large eyes. "What is it?" She asked.

As if to answer her question, the device made another little sound and words appeared on the screen. A female voice emanated from the device and began to read the words out loud. Link almost dropped the thing in surprise.

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