Link watched the world burn. People, millions of innocent people, murdered. Man, woman, and child alike killed. They weren't slaughtered, there was no blood or cries of pain. There was fear then silence. The people left behind were shellshocked. Those people, the ones who lived stayed behind to suffer. It was a loss like no other. There was no explanation, no cause as people disintegrated into dust and vanished. Children were left without parents and parents were left with homes empty of laughter and cries. Offices were abandoned, TVs and radios left blaring static in empty homes, and the streets, the streets held the remaining population to roam without cause.

There was no fight, no war to put the blame on. Only a small handful of the remaining universe understood what had happened. They were there but even then, they were also left in confusion. They did not know how to go on from there. They had lost the fight and their own people. No tears were shed the first night. The loss did not feel real. The severity had not yet hit them yet. It was the next day, and the days to come when the confusion settled into fear and determination to take revenge settled.

Those left behind mourned. Search parties for the lost came to an abrupt halt as there were not even bodies left behind to find. Link watched it all happen with dread in his chest. These visions of a possible future came to him at night, mere hours after he saved Termina from being crushed by the falling moon. He sat in a beautiful open field with tears in his eyes knowing without a doubt that he would be made to fight again. His sleep was plagued with nightmares though not of the familiar type. The land was unfamiliar, full of technology he did not know of. The inhabitants were dressed oddly and spoke in accents he had never heard before. There were no visible monsters, only those who knew how to hide behind Hylian skin. But they weren't Hylian, nor were they Goron, or Zora, or Gerudo, or Kokiri. They were of another race, one that Link was not at all familiar with.

But it did not matter to him. What mattered was that there was a being in that universe with a frightening similar moral to that of Ganon. Only this man kept his sanity to where Ganon did not. Link did not know if that made the situation better or worse. The power he saw the being wield was devastating. It was unnatural to wield that amount of power in the way he did. He killed for the sake of bettering the universe to his own twisted idea of genius. It was wrong and even more horrifying to think that this man believed it to be the correct path. Link did not understand if the man's actions were to better the universe or to satisfy his need to bring death on unsuspecting planets. Either way, Link could not let it pass.

He was tired. His very bones ached at the thought of unsheathing his sword once more. The shield and sword strapped to his back felt heavy, like he was carrying the weight of all those lost souls on his shoulders. In a way, Link thought, he actually was. The Goddesses would not have sent him these images of a distant future, of a world he had never seen, without just reason. The Goddesses would not have led him back to Hyrule or given him hints to return to the Temple of Time and not expect his assistance. Link would not have been given the favors by the Great Fairies upon his return nor would he have been bestowed with more magic-inclined items if he were not being sent to yet another land in peril.

Link would not have shed tears of remorse as he felt the familiar warmth of light transport him to said land if he were not destined to fight another being much, much stronger than he.

He had no companion; No Navi or Tatl or even Epona for help. He was alone as he clumsily navigated through the busy streets of a technologically advanced village he had only ever seen snippets of in his dreams. There were more people around in this large village than he had ever seen in both Hyrule and Termina alike. They bumped, shoved, and yelled at him as he walked briskly during the day. At night he dodged and evaded suspicious men slinking in and out of narrow passages between tall metal towers. Link made an odd sight, became an easy target, as he skillfully navigated through the concrete jungle he found himself in. His elven features and clothes to the long weapon and shield strapped to his back made for easy pickings for both concerned adults and shady figures.

He was a child in appearance who carried a weapon easily as tall as he was. Soldiers in odd blue uniforms had attempted to detain him during his journey. They spoke in low tones, almost soothing voices asking him to put down the Master Sword and Hylian Sheild to the ground. They had offered to bring him to a safe place where they would attempt to call for his guardians and someone even mentioned Thor once they caught sight of his pointed ears and exotic features. They offered him food and warm clothes; A place to bathe and sleep but Link saw these temptations for the distractions they were. It was then when he realized his first mistake. His face and his body in youthful appearance would garner more attention to himself than if he were elder.

Again, he cursed Zelda's need for him to gain the childhood he had lost in the seven years he spent asleep. He could not blame the girl for her sentiment. She did not yet realize that his childhood had been stripped from him the moment Navi woke him with a message from the Great Deku Tree.

He ran from the soldiers, hid behind piles of garbage and on top of buildings when he caught sight of men and women dressed in blue uniforms. Once he was sure he had evaded them all, Link finally reached into the magic void gifted to him by one of the Great Fairies. He no longer needed his pack to carry all the items he had collected during his travels. Instead, all Link needed was to call forth said magic and visualize what he needed. Despite the circumstances, the boy couldn't help but think the journey was almost worth the new upgrades he had been gifted.

The mask of the Fierce Deity still frightened Link whenever he held it. The spirit contained in it no longer felt malicious. In fact, the spirit in the mask was mostly harmless as it slept. The spirit, after having assisted Link in the final leg of his journey in Termina, had deemed the child worthy of its power. It was the power he gained after putting on the mask that frightened Link. It was strong and incredibly addicting but Link knew he could overcome the temptations it radiated. Besides, this transformation was needed if Link hoped to quell the adults need to coddle him like a child.

The change took no more than a few seconds. Link had taken a moment to adjust to the physical changes, the newly added height was always something that threw him off, before he moved on. He searched for the people he saw in his visions. The man made of metal, the girl who spoke of science and magic, the woman who weaved the red magic, or even the man with the shield for hands. Anyone that had fought the man in the future that had not come to pass.

It was nearly two days after his arrival at the new land when he finally found someone he was looking for. Well, it was the boy who actually found him. He was tired and hungry from moving nearly nonstop. He had ignored his aching stomach as he searched the streets for a familiar face when a shrill bell rang from a building adjacent to the small tower he was perched on. Link watched as young adults poured out of the building, some racing across the courtyard with a sense of urgency he could not understand. He heard them laugh and bicker with each other. It was a jarring experience to Link as it had felt like a lifetime ago since he had seen people act so carefree; Without the worry of imminent destruction heading their way.

His eyes roamed over the kids, almost desperate like before his attention landed on a boy who was looking straight up at him. Link had felt his heart skip a beat when he saw the other boy. The boy was one of the fighters from his visions. The young one who had snuck aboard the ship even after his mentor had demanded him to return to the ground. Link could not recall the boy's name but he did remember the bravery the young hero had exhibited beyond the stars.

Link felt relief at the sight of one of the heroes from his visions. He had not known where to look and was merely given directions to help stop the impending doom against this universe. Link wondered if Navi or even Tatl would have helped him find one of the warriors faster. They definitely could have helped in relaying the message which honestly was now the biggest hurdle to cross at the moment. The boy silently cursed as he stared down at the hero and his companion. How the hell was he supposed to warn them now?