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The old dirt road leading into Ordon still smelled like home—earthy, warm, and alive. Link couldn’t believe he was finally back. After all those years of slashing through moblins, dodging arrows, and listening to royal advisors drone on about diplomacy (gods, he hated that), this was where he belonged. Not in castles, not in battles, but here, where the air was crisp and the grass felt soft beneath his boots.

He’d barely thrown his pack down at his old place—still creaky, still drafty—when Fado caught him. Of course, the damn goats were acting up. It wasn’t even noon before Link was knee-deep in mud, wrangling the stubborn beasts back into their pen like old times.

And gods, it felt good. His muscles ached, sure, but it was a different kind of pain. Honest work. No one’s life depended on him. No screams, no blood. Just the distant bleating of goats and the gentle hum of the wind in the trees.

It wasn’t until the third day back, when he was fixing the roof on his cabin, that he saw them. Or, well, you. You’d wandered into Ordon like you belonged there, but he could tell you were new. People in small towns didn’t walk like that—confident, almost like you were testing the place out.

You weren’t from here, that much was clear. Your clothes were different, not the homespun, worn kind everyone here wore. Your eyes scanned everything, taking it all in like you were cataloging it. That curiosity stuck with him.

Later that evening, he heard your name tossed around at Sera’s Sundries when he stopped in for supplies. “{{user}},” someone said. The name rolled through his head, sticking like a burr on his tunic. You’d come from somewhere up north, apparently. Looking to settle.

That was enough to keep you circling his mind the rest of the night. He didn’t sleep much—never did anymore—but this time it wasn’t the usual memories of battles and loss keeping him up. It was the image of you, standing at the village square, head tilted like you were listening to a secret no one else could hear.