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"Remember, even if I have healing powers, that doesn't mean I'm more special than you," Mipha said with a smile. "Your specialty is in here,"

I looked at her hand at she poked my chest, over my heart. I giggled sadly. I didn't want her to become Champion. She'd get hurt — she could die. I held her wrist.

"Mipha, don't go," I say, clutching her wrist harder.

"I love you, Sidon." She turns to Link, who's standing a ways away but definitely in earshot. He's looking away and the sun half-shined on his face. I know why Mipha liked him so much. He's nice to me even when I'm not nice to him. I read Mipha's diary yesterday and she has weird thoughts about him. Not just holding hands.

He's kinda weird though. If he wears his hair down, he could look like a girl.

Mipha stands and joins him, and they start talking. I watch them walk away until they fade into the distance.

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I remember exactly what kinds of things Mipha wrote in her diary, and if anyone read that... I think she'd lose all dignity forever. I'm sure father would laugh, but Muzu would flip his absolute shit at all the dirty things in that book.

I look at it, old and tattered in my hands. Reading it is quite a trip down memory lane. She wrote a lot in this thing, and in my older years I remember sneaking into her room and acting out all of the PG-rated scenes. I was a stupid kid.

"What's this?" Link runs his hand over the book, not even flinching when he gets a paper cut. I take his hand in mine and stare at it. It's so small and dainty that I want to laugh.

"Mipha's diary. There's a lot about you in here."

"Read me some."

I pause. It's a breach of her privacy and I doubt she'd be okay with him reading it. "Er, no."

He quirks an eyebrow. "...fair enough. Is it interesting?"

I pause. Gross? Yes. Poetic? Yes. But interesting? That might be a stretch. "I dunno." I walk over to my desk and prop the book up on it. Some pages are falling out and the book is full of water spots, but it's perfectly legible. Mipha's handwriting is beautiful, a wispy and girly font.

The room is silent for a while. I can barely hear myself breathing and I realize that I don't like the silence. It reminds me of that night. I can't believe it was two months ago already.

Link wraps his arms around me to the best of his ability and doesn't move for a while. "I miss Mipha." He mumbles.

"Yeah. Me too."

I fidget with my knife, spinning it around my fingers and consciously reminding myself that cutting myself isn't a good use of time. Sidon is sitting beside me, presumably reading a book.

He snorts then starts laughing. "Oh gods,"

"Hm?"

"Nothing. Just looking through the files on the Sheikah Slate. You're an idiot."

I hear wind crackling through the speaker and lean in to listen. I can hear sizzling and myself talking. "'Kay," my voice sounds completely different than I remember. "I have bomb arrows. Let's kill this bitch. Remember, this is for SCIENCE, Sheila."

That was my horse. I loved her, but horses don't live forever.

The recording continues and suddenly a huge explosion noise sounds, and I hear coughing. "Ergh... that's gonna leave a mark. Notes to future self: bomb arrows... on Death mountain is a no."

I remember that day. I was testing out my new bomb arrows on everything and I was super stoked to use them on those dumb Moblins up the volcano.The second I took it out of my flame-retardant bag, it blew up in my face and burned me terribly. I think I still have a scar.

"That was fun," I sign. Technically it hurt, but I flew like 10 feet in the air. Getting hurt was always fun for me. Shield-surfing! Oh hell yes. I broke my legs whilst doing a flip once. IT was painful but worth it.

Zelda always called me an adrenaline junkie. I guess she wasn't wrong.