History has it's eves on you

History Has It's Eyes On You

He had no idea how long he had been wondering around, it could have been seconds, minutes, maybe even years. Time was impossible to tell where he was, not that he knew where he was. His eyes scanned the space again, seeing nothing but a misty white in which distance was non existent. The only thing that wasn't white was his body, all a fleshy tan color, and his hair, a dark yellow almost bordering on brown at times. Surely his eyes were in color as well but he couldn't tell nor could he ever remember seeing them in a reflection. Not that he could remember much of anything. His mind was a blank expanse similar to the space around him except for one small detail. He knew his name, Link.

As the thought of his name flashed through his mind he realised that he had moved. No longer was he in a blank expanse but rather in a small wooden room. The room was circular in shape and rather sparse in furniture. In front of him was a small wooden framed bed under an even smaller window. On the wall to his right was a table with a circular mirror setting on it. Next to the table were some wooden planks and a bucket. Behind him was a rectangular opening, presumably a door, but the space outside it was black and without light. On the wall to his left was another small table, this one with some berries on it. And underneath him was a stump of wood that had been fashioned into a seat.

The room seemed oddly familiar to him despite the fact that he was positive he'd never been in it before. Maybe it was somewhere I saw on my travels. Even as he thought it he knew it was wrong. Though I have traveled before, that at least seems right. This revelation brought with it images of a country side, the land smooth but for the trees and the distant view of a castle. Flashes of a vast mountain covered in snow, an even bigger volcano spewing a constant stream of lava, a beautiful oasis surrounded by towering palm trees, a city made of silver and topped by a splashing fish, and a wide lake spanned by a great bridge bisected by a flowing fountain.

I've been to these places before haven't I? But something feels wrong, I've been there surely but I don't think I was alone. A sudden smell wafted through the room and as it passed his nose he was sure he'd smelled it before. Golden hair filled his thoughts, shocking green eyes that alway seemed to hold a question, a blue so deep it seemed better suited to the sea. A name came to his mind, Zelda. And he was on his feet before he knew he'd stood. However before he could take a step to the door a deep voice called out:

"You won't find her out there, or in here for that matter" The voice seemed amused, "I knew that look as soon as it crossed your face, I've worn it many times myself, although im sure at the time I didn't realise it."

Link turned and sitting on the bed he'd noticed before was a man. Clothed in armour of gold and topped with sandy hair the man seemed as familiar as the room around him. One of his eyes was covered by an eye patch and the other was a deep blue. For the first time Link had the thought to look at himself. Where before there had been flesh was a tunic of blue and trousers of light brown. As he looked up again he realised the man in front of him was smiling.

"I haven't had the pleasure of meeting a Link without memories before, although I'm sure deep inside yourself you know who I am. Even as you look at me I see the realisation dawning on your face." And the man was right, Link did know who he was even if he couldn't quite tell how.

"You're me" Link's voice was scratchy and weak as if it hadn't been used for a while, "How are you me?"

"It's a rather long story and I'm sure Mr. hero of the skies could explain it better, but essentially a long time ago a demon placed a curse upon himself, the bloodline of the princess of Hyrule, and the spirit of a hero," The man's voice, previously light in tone had grown ruffer, "This curse doomed the demon to be resurrected time and time again along with the hero and the spirit of the goddess encased in the original Zelda. Every however many years they are resurrected and prophesied to battle until either good or evil has won. We both have inherited the spirit of the hero, lucky us" the last words were laced with sarcasm.

"This curse is never kind on us heroes and many of us have lost people we care about, people we loved, to it" Pain coursed through Link and he knew that he had lost someone, maybe many someones he had loved, "But we usually beat the evil in the end"

"You talk as if there are more heroes than us" Link said, his voice steadying out a bit.

"There are, we have been fighting this war for millennia. None of us have managed to completely end this curse". The man said, his tone still dark. Link looked around the room and realised that they weren't alone. Sitting and standing around the room were many men, always with sandy hair and green clothes, accompanied by beautiful women with differing hair colors though always a shade of blonde or brown. Occasionally around the room was a man with blood red hair and dark skin. Swinging his eyes back towards the first man he noticed that he had changed, his armour had been replaced by a tunic of green and his eye was no longer covered by a patch. Sitting at his side was a woman in a pink dress, her brown hair flowing down her back. At his other side was the man with red hair and dark skin.

Link was startled by how young all the people in the room were, none of them were older then their early twenties, with the notable exception of two of the red haired men.

"I don't understand, why can't I remember anything, why am I here?" Link was shocked by how young his voice sounded.

The first man looked at him and his eyes shined with pity, "You were injured in your duties, to save you they had to place you in an enchanted sleep. It has been quite a while since you were originally put in here." Link could tell he was speaking the truth, he could feel the honesty in his voice.

"I failed her didn't I?" He almost didn't want to know, he thought he might give up if his Zelda had died because he had failed.

"She still lives, your sacrifice unleashed her powers" Link could feel the smile rise on his face, "Even now she is awaiting you return, however before you go I must tell you that you will not remember this encounter"

"I don't understand, what if I need to know this" Link asked

"You must recover your lost memories on your own, the world will need you to remember your duty. Then again, you seem like the type that would help even if he had no memory of who he was or what was happening." The man had shifted back to his armour and as link watched he raised his helmet and set it upon his head. His face changed, a greyish skull with one gleaming red eye. "I trust you will do the right thing" He stood, looked at Link one last time and faded away.

A hand touched down upon Link's shoulder and he turned. Standing behind him was the other Links. The one with his hand on him seemed to be the oldest. His hair was darker than the rest and there was something beast-like in his blue eyes. He nodded to Link and stepped past him, fading like the other man. The other Links nodded to him as well, the Zelda's smiled at him, and the red haired men looked at him expectantly. Then they stepped past him as well, fading aways. And suddenly he was in the room alone. The was around him slowly started falling apart, disintegrating into dust and floating away.

As he looked around himself he noticed he was in a blank white space, the walls were well and truly gone. Walls? When were there ever walls? Where exactly am I? Who am I? Despite the fact that he wasn't quite sure who he was he felt a fierce determination inside him, to do what he didn't know but he was sure that nothing would stop him in his path.