Sing it back...woaaaahhhhhh.....

Hello again. I was back at school today so I'm sleepy and have homework to do. -_-

Yuck. I hate homework. And it's test week next week. *Moans silently* Oh well.

Kel-chan, if you're reading this I hope you're OK. Tell me if you're not 'K? 'S what soulsisters do ne?

And now...a story. All characters (Link, Saria, Zelda etc) except for Leah and Kayla Seda are copyright to Nintendo and Shigeru Miyamoto. I am making no profit of my stories so please don't sue me!

‘Do you know what hurts me the most?
It’s not the fact that I’m a Kokiri and can never grow up.
It’s not the fact that I’m the Sage of the Forest and will be called on to save the world at certain times.
It’s not that you have left me in this forest alone but surrounded by friends...No
What pains me the most is that you still look at me as if I were a child.

Dear Link...I’m not. I’ve lived so much longer than you. For Farore’s sake, I’ve even walked the Hylian plains! Except...That was so long ago. Nearly 1400 rotations now. Yeah, I knew that would shock you. I was a young girl once, about 16 autumns when I wandered into The Forbidden Forest.
It’s so long ago now...I can barely remember it but the Summer and Winter Equinox’s are the only days the Deku Scrub’s barriers break down in my mind. I snatch at whatever memories of old times I can get. Like a melody of a song you don’t really know exists but you still find yourself humming it.

And do you know what?
I miss you.

I miss the stories you tell me of the lands you...no neither of us never knew I walked on and I miss your clear scent that cuts me to the core of my being and I miss your eyes that could destroy my soul with one glance (which they did this very evening) and I miss your golden blonde hair and the way the sunlight falls on it, making you seem like an angel. My guardian angel. I hate that.

I wish you knew the real me. I’ve never told you how I used to be Hylian and how I was like you. I never told you about the parents I remember and how I remember the Sheikah and Gerudo working together. I never told you how I’ve always known I was different and how I knew you were different.
I never told you I met your mother. I never told you how you came to be here. I’m sorry.

I love you. You might not believe it after the massive fight we had just hours ago at the party I held and am still holding. I still hear the cheerful laughs and the buoyant music floating into my ears as I write this. I can feel Leah, that odd blonde Shadow-Desert elf coming to check on me after the fight. I can still hear you scream at me. I can still feel the tears falling down my cheeks as I whisper to you. You’ll never understand what I
whispered to you.
Only I will. You’ll never understand how much you kill me.

My heart is screaming and tearing and raging to be let free out of my chest. My heart and mind are breaking under the heaviness of the loss of you; my smile still stays on. Can’t ever let anyone see me cry. Except you. Thing’s haven’t been right between us for a long time now Link. You and I both know this and it shreds my soul apart.
Do you remember the wish I made once? We both sat on the branches of the Forest Temple tree and you told me ‘wish on the shooting star and it’s sure to come true.’
I wished...for peace. I wished for you to be happy. I wished for me to grow old.
I wished to die.

Yes I know how melodramatic I sound but it’s what I wished. I wanted to die. Still do, I suppose...How can you live when the very breath has been stolen from your lungs? How can you survive when the one you love rips your heart out of your chest and walks away with it? How can I possible subsist when the only reason I’m still alive was you? You try staying stuck in the body of a child with the mind of a wise woman and the soul of an elder for 1400 rotations.
I’ve been dying for years.

I’m leaving soon. I know that you’ll feel guilty, hopefully if you have a heart, and I don’t want you to.
I’m going to explain. I’m leaving the forest and my life and my body and I’m going on. To the Goddesses and to the Sacred Realm. The title of Sage of Forest will be passed onto another.
My real name...no that’s not right. Because Saria is a real part of me, she’s always been part of me. My Hylian name was Kayla Seda. It means Wise Child of the Forest Voices. Ironic huh? That even before I was a child of the Kokiri I was a Forest Child. My parents loved me. I knew that. I think I’ve always known it.
My mother’s name was Nida Lexiss and my father’s name was Luam
Seda. Mother’s name meant Elf Protector of Mankind and my father’s
meant Peaceful Forest Voices. I remember...the Royal family and the
Sheikah; the Family’s special guards. My mother was a Royal Messenger to the friendly Gerudo and my father was a Royal Guard. I was so proud of them.
I’ve always heard the voices. Not just the Forest Spirits but I heard thoughts and wishes and desires and shades wanting to live again. I was driven to the edge of my sanity when it first began to happen. Then dad explained and everything was all right again. It was a family trait. He was the only male in the family to get it.

Link I am telling you this because I want you to understand me when I myself can’t. You told me once that self destruction was the coward’s way out, the way of those with faint heart. I’ve always been weak. I was only ever brave for you.

I was once a rebel. I know, me a rebel? I was 16 and walking with friends, ‘conveniently avoiding’ school, through the planes when I was dared to run into the Forbidden Forest and see if I died.
I accepted and was bound there forever. My friends, being real and true, followed me and we became the first children of the Kokiri. Now you know why I hate Kokiri dying. Because they are the only remnants of my past and I’ll never see them again. I have never been able to die. I’m sorry the ink is going smudgy and blurry but the tears that are in my eyes will not go away.

I hate being the Sage of the Forest. Well not hate it...but I don’t like doing it. Everyone treats you with this respect that is borne out of fear. I don’t want people to be afraid of me. I want people to like me and respect me because I earned it. Because I’m a nice person. The Sage of the Forest is a burden and not the blessing that the other sages make it out to be.

I wish for true peace. I wish to have this burden lifted from me. What did I do to deserve it?

I did the job that killed me in every way imaginable because I wanted to see you. I accept having to save the world and discard my ‘foolish’ wishes for death to see you. And now that you and I are no longer even on speaking terms I have no reason. No rhyme nor meaning left. All my friends have died now. All the Forest Children here in Kokiri Village are not connected to me in any way. And now I have to die to start the new family of the Kokiri. I’m ready.

My love...Oh I’m so sorry to leave you. But you still have Malon and Zelda and Ruto and all the races will rally around you to give you support. I, on the opposite side of the mirror, have nothing left to lose. Forgive me Eir...’

A young figure sealed the letter with hot wax, as was the custom, and jumped down from her house. The screams of laughter and notes in her ears made the tears falling down her cheeks increase. Taking one final, lethal look at the forest, Saria ran out.

As her feet pounded the grass of the Hylian plains her Kokiri body died and her true Hylian body reformed itself. And she let out a great sigh that encapsulated every being in Hyrule. Seizing several brightly coloured flowers Saria laughed joyfully and danced. Her body ran to Kakariko Village. To the graveyard where Saria the insightful Forest Sage, the 1400 year old Kayla Seda would rest.
While she ran, her Kokiri garb rippled away to reveal a ragged white shirt over a dark tunic which fell to her knees, showing high-knee boots. Short green hair streamed to become thick, straight rich brown hair to her waist. Long pierced ears with many ear ornaments gracing the lobes and lips stained a rich red. Youthful, buoyant blue eyes shadowed into darker, more sensible blue. Saria had died now. Only Kayla Seda was left.
The folk of Kakariko, those that were awake that is, gasped as this girl, who had turned an implausible tinge of white, crawled desperately to the graveyard. Tears trickled onto the dew-damp grass as the adolescent collapsed in the burial ground.
“Where are you?...Mama?...Papa? I’m...home. Sorry I...took...so long...I got a little...held up...” The sweet, light, gentle voice was different now. It was soft and wise and rich with the promise of many things. Kayla smiled as her fingers dug into the turf towards two adjoining graves.
“I’m home.” She gasped and her tears fell down her weathered cheeks for the last time. Her final breath asked if her parents had slept well and if they had missed her?
She died and was finally free.

Link found the letter. Leah had scolded him for his ‘childish behaviour’ and asked him ‘did he know how much he had affected Saria?’
“I didn’t do anything to her.”
“Goddesses Link! Get over your ego for a minute. When you left she was bawling her eyes out. You broke her.” The Hero looked at the woman with concern, the last remark hitting him inside his heart.
“What...what do you mean?”
“Can’t you feel it? Can you feel Saria anymore?” Leah begged and
vanished with a Deku Nut.
He ran to Saria’s house; the only place he had felt safe as a child. She was gone. The letter wasn’t. He collapsed on the floor.

In Kakariko Graveyard a young elf woman sits near her parents graves and weeps for the dead girl near her. Link ran in, begging for it not to be true. Leah looked up and the wind whipped her hair off her tear-stained face.
“Where is she? WHERE IS SHE LEAH?!” The girl points to Kayla’s shell near her and Link ran to it.
“No no no no no no no no no,” he chanted as his mantra, “oh not Saria no not my Saria...” He cracked.
“Not Saria.” Leah gulped heavily then tried again. “She’s not your Saria anymore.” She snapped slightly but with pain scratched into her voice. Link nodded as streams of crystal pain dripped onto the dead girl’s face.
His voice cracked as he heavily announced to her
“No. Not my Saria...Kayla. Kayla Seda. The strong one.”

Eir means my guardian.

Well?

I'm going to do my homework now. And try to find Anna Lawson's Zelda art on the Net again.