In dieser Zeit...
Chapter 2
2nd chapter
The world before his eyes had become more and more twisted, more and more confused, enveloping him in a creeping darkness. He felt strangely tired, as if in an impotent state of numbness that betrayed neither the feeling of weight nor lightness.
And he wondered how long he could hold out ...
For how long would his consciousness defend itself against this overwhelming spell on his body and be able to assert itself before he could no longer feel any hope or light?
Because this warmth giving white light, which he followed, became weaker and weaker ... more desperate. It suffered from gnawing feelings of loss. It couldn't feel the young hero, couldn't hear his calls looking for him ... didn't notice him anymore.
'Zelda!'
He called her. He ripens the name of this luminous creature. And yet not a single word left his mouth, not a sound formed his lips. The time in this world was against him, unwilling to carry the young man on its fleeting, yet at the same time everlasting streams, to grant him future and history ... yes, it even prevented the hero from speaking.
'Zelda!'
Nonetheless, he was not yet silent, not completely lost in the darkness that seduced him to sleep. His heart screamed for him, fighting steadfastly, looking for a way out for him ... a way to her.
'Zelda! Please tell me ... Show me that you can hear me! "
Crystal clear tears fell into the depths, testifying to the regret and grief of the beautiful heir to the throne, while she cursed her fateful decision and her actions.
She had sent him away, ignored his pleading ... let him down. She cried because it hurts terribly.
She had sent him away, ignored his pleading ... let him down. It hurts terribly.
'Zelda! '
She could still feel the young man near her, perceive his familiar and warm aura, because the winged spell seemed to last around her, which she had sworn with a heavy heart. The wind played happily with her long hair, carried a soothing, secret power in its invisible wings, brushed her skin with a gentle breath as if it were trying to comfort her.
Zelda slowly opened her weeping, blue selenium mirror, believing it was her hopeless despair that fooled her senses, whispered malicious words inside her, began to sing joyfully.
'Zelda! '
She heard his familiar voice, heard her call her name ...
Did it already start? Sneaky madness crept into her mind, now?
Was she really that weak, so very vulnerable?
Zelda! Please tell me ... Show me that you can hear me! "
Her gaze was directed towards the sky and it was a short, yet seemingly endless moment that made the blond beauty gasp in surprise, although her eyes widen with disbelief.
Wild, dark blonde strands of hair danced in front of the fluttering, closed eyelids in the graceful face.The precious soul fought against the spell, which tried to carry the young body on its wings, to lead into a sleepy calm.
Her hand wandered forward, trembled, was afraid. The Princess of Hyrule was excited, afraid it might not be true, not real. A deceptive existence, nothing more than what she wanted to see.
"Link!"
Zelda's fingers touched the soft skin and her heart began to beat faster, tearing the thought of a dream away from her. And maybe she was beginning to understand.
"You were never gone ..."
The body of the young fighter shimmered, its contourless contrast flickering, distorted and ununited with this world, caught in the flow of time.
She heard a tortured murmur from his mouth, incomprehensible words and suddenly felt a pain that seized her greedily, embracing her physically and mentally.
The young woman felt crushed, a cruel vulnerability. Fear, self-doubt, sadness and helplessness tried to overwhelm her heart. It was his feelings.
She crossed her arms in front of herself, her slender fingers clutching her own body, digging into soft skin.
There was a much worse feeling, a deep-seated pain, stronger than his open, battle-worn wounds that made the princess weep silently, make her scream inside.
The feeling of being left alone. Lonliness.
As if by itself, panicked, Zelda held out her right hand. She was attracted to him, didn't know whether it was a weak or a strong heart that led her to him, secretly contorted towards him ... could not let the young man go. Even if she knew he couldn't stay.