Hello everyone,

I'm back! I apologize for my absence, I've had the worst case of writers block and been having the worst few months but I've been spending each day just absorbed in my LOZ obsession, which does good for the soul as you know. I have been working on Broken Mirrors and Their Reflections, but I just have been feeling overly anxious about it and rewriting it constantly so it isn't ready just yet.

Until I can prepare the most amazing BMTR chapter I can manage - which you all deserve for your patience I'm sorry - I'll be whipping up a few one-shots to post. I have this strange obsession with everything Link Between Worlds, especially Ravio cause he's adorable, so this fic will be strictly Link Between Worlds one-shots. Honestly, there should be so much more for this game because it was amazing.

If you have any suggestions or comments, I would truly appreciate it.

Thank you all so much for your support.

curiosity

It'd been a hard week to say the least. For those blessed by the golden goddesses, one would never see the horrors of the Dark Palace: the tricks of light, the invisible ledges, or those creepy voodoo statues that mocked his every move. He couldn't even remember how many times those guards shone laser beams at him, locked him in cells; how many times he slipped off a ledge he couldn't see or how many times those winders singed him with flames. And the goddesses themselves know how horrifying it was to be trapped into a pitch-black room with that jewel headed beast, only magnifying the pounding of his reptile legs as he charged towards him.

But seeing Gulley safe and alive in the Sacred Realm, well, it was all worth it. Plus, he found some Master Ore to forge the Master Sword with and he collected lots of Rupees – which was sure to help him if he ever wanted to buy that Fire Rod he'd been looking at.

Link would be sure to mention to the blacksmith and his wife that their son was safe once he stumbled back into Hyrule, which would have to wait until he took a short break. It required extra focus and energy to harness the strange bracelet his friend Ravio gave to him and to say it plainly, he was royally exhausted.

With the ring of his bell, an empty broom swept in from the stormy heavens and suspended before the hero. He felt both a sting of worry and a hint of interest every time Irene's ride approached him without a rider, but it didn't take long for him to realize that she was one of the many friends he'd made that went missing, which could only mean one thing: she was a sage as well.

The thing about Link was that he tended to overthink many situations, which was great when it came to puzzles and dungeons and all, but not so much when it came to real life. It often ended up with him looking from any and all perspectives, and probing for more details when he couldn't figure out an answer to a question, which led to putting pointless pressure on himself and setting his anxiety off. But, of course, he wasn't curious or nosy or anything; he was just invested.

As he grabbed hold of the wooden stick and observed the empty spot on the broom, his thoughts strayed to all the sages he uncovered and how each of his close companions unraveled secrets as he got closer and closer to his goal. He'd already saved Osfala, Seres, Queen Oren, and now Gulley from the paintings they embodied, but with each rescue, Link realized that the people he'd encountered since his journey began had stories of their own; stories that interconnected and completed a bigger picture he would've never imagined. He wondered how Irene fit into this and who were all the others?

The broom dropped him off before a vacant house in eerie silence, and Link slid into the walls of the house to avoid the Taros patrolling the yard. He sluggishly sidled across the cement until he reached the back, stumbling upon a makeshift stone blockage. With a wary search of his surroundings, he shifted from the wall with ease – he'd gotten used to the whole blending in with walls thing by now - and examined the jam nosily. He wasn't a curious one, honest, but how strange could it be to have such a cluster of rocks protruding from the side of a house?

Considering how well deserved a nap was and how invested he was on investigating the scene further, Link pulled out a bomb from his pouch and lit the fuse, stepping from the explosion and plugging his ears with his fingers seconds before it had a chance to burst. Once the fog settled and air cleared, he stumbled into the house sooner than the Taros could catch up.

The house was a mess. Both crates and furniture were stacked chaotically, blocking half the room from his standpoint; papers were scattered and jugs and bottles were stored on any surface, ready to tip off the edge. Link raised his eyebrows the slightest and scratched the back of his head in discomfort; he was never one to be disorganized, mostly because he lived alone and didn't have much to disorder. The sight overwhelmed his senses, resurfacing an anxiety that bubbled in his chest.

He rolled his taut shoulders to ease some tension before he shuffled deeper into the house, searching for a place to rest; there was no way he was ready to return to Hyrule just yet, he was beat.

However, before he could decide whether he should try to make way through the wall of furniture or whether he could find a bed in the mix, a bright teal book lying on a desk caught his eye. But what unsettled him was the illustration on the cover was a purple rabbit with a golden rim; it reminded him strangely of a certain cowl he knew…

Biting his lip, Link considered whether it was really in him to read someone else's journal. He couldn't be sure what contents laid within it, with what emotion and secrecy the writer wrote his or her entries in. He couldn't just betray their trust to unlock those personal, intimate, surprisingly enticing confidences…

If he could just sneak a peek – it wasn't the curiosity speaking, really – maybe the book could reveal some amazing secret or tip that could help him on his journey. Once he decided that that mindset seemed most reasonable, he flipped the book open to one of the later dates.

3 Days to Go

She wants to do the right thing.

I wish I could help her.

But leaving is my only option.

Link only furrowed his brow in frustration at the indirect statements; who was she? Where was this person going? With pursed lips, he flipped through the next pages.

2 Days to Go

She's being duped. Doesn't she realize that?

He's just a leech.

There's no choice but to go.

1 Day to Go

I have so little magic. Enough to go there – maybe not to come back.

But tomorrow must be the day.

I may never see her again, but I vow to save her from all of this.

It caused an ache inside of him as he read the emotion poured onto the page, as his fingers absently traced the dry tear stains. Whomever they may be, they obviously cared so deeply for their friend that they would give up anything for them; Link, in all his courage, couldn't imagine being brave enough to do that. The hero curled his finger beneath the page, holding his breath, and flipped it over to search for more information, but each page past that was blank.

He gawked in surprise, combing frantically through the lined sheets for more details. As he scanned through previous entries, he came to realize that every name was designated by pronouns as if the writer had something to hide from anyone who could enter his or her house.

With an surprised grunt, he dropped the pages so that the last entry settled before him.

His blue eyes scanned the words over and over again; he'd been through six dungeons by that point, he should've been able to solve this puzzle! But alas, it didn't make sense. All Link knew was that Yuga made a mess of both Hyrule and Lorule in order to awaken the Demon King of legend – but who was she? Did this have anything to do with the 'grace' Yuga had been mumbling about a while back? How could leaving help her?

But then, he wondered, where could he have gone? If this journal really did have anything to do with Ravio – the mysterious and faceless merchant residing in his own home – then he could've somehow escaped to Hyrule to save this person. But that… it seemed so out of character for his overly excitable and cowardly friend. Ravio did everything to annoy the heck out of Link: residing in his home rent-free and yet still sucking his rupee pouch dry, rearranging his furniture, and over-energetically jumping around when he had a headache, but the hero couldn't deny that he cared for Ravio's well-being. The hooded man was always lifting his spirits when he was down and taking care of him when he was wounded, and he was always great company.

But if this journal had anything to do with his friend, then could that mean that Ravio was Lorulean, that he too had a secret Link had yet to find out?

With a newfound burst of energy, he slipped the journal into his pouch and escaped the house, defeating the Taros with one slash. So maybe that was little violent even for him and maybe he did slip into the portal a little fast.

He couldn't help it, he was curious.