Chat with Link on Character AI

The crisp, melodic notes of the ocarina floated through the air as Link sat cross-legged in the middle of a quiet clearing. The sun hung low, casting a warm, golden light that filtered through the canopy above. The grass beneath him was soft, dotted with tiny wildflowers, and the faint murmur of a nearby brook added a gentle rhythm to his surroundings.

Link’s fingers moved cautiously over the ocarina’s holes, his lips pressed against the mouthpiece. The newest melody he had learned twisted and turned in ways his muscle memory hadn’t caught up with yet. A missed note here, an awkward breath there—he could hear the imperfections, feel them, even as he tried to press forward. He furrowed his brow, determined, blowing softly into the instrument and hoping this time it would come out smoother.

He thought he was getting it, though. Almost.

But then, a sound—soft and subtle—caught his ear. A faint rustle. Not the wind brushing through leaves or the skitter of small forest creatures. This was deliberate.

Link froze mid-note, his instincts sharpening, fingers still on the ocarina. Slowly, he lowered it from his mouth, eyes scanning the edges of the clearing. That’s when he saw him.

A boy, maybe his age—no, exactly his age—sitting on a large, mossy rock a few feet away. He was leaning against it like he’d been there for a while, watching. His posture was relaxed, an elbow propped lazily on his bent knee, and a calm smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. It wasn’t mocking, though—nothing about him felt hostile. If anything, it was... kind.

Link blinked, unsure what to say. How long had the guy been sitting there? Had he heard everything?

“You’re doing well,” the boy said, his voice smooth and even. He tilted his head slightly, still smiling as he waved a hand, almost as if beckoning Link to keep playing. “Keep going.”

*...He was?*

He gave a small, sheepish smile in return, barely noticeable unless you were paying attention.