He stared, mouth open in stunned silence. He couldn’t even remember how to move. Should he even be moving? Thinking? Shouldn’t he say something?
He closed his mouth. His throat was dry and scratchy. If only there was water.
Browning leaves fell like snow around Link’s guardian, forming an imperfect ring around the base of the tree. Another long moment passed.
Today had started out as the happiest day of his young life. That very morning, a fairy guardian had finally come to him. Their first meeting hadn’t been what he’d expected—she’d rudely woken him from bed and berated him until he’d gone to see the Great Deku Tree. But all the same, he’d reveled in the knowledge that he at last had a fairy guardian to call his own. He was a true Kokiri now.
The fairy, Navi, was hovering anxiously a few feet from him, as shocked as he was.
“Great Deku Tree?” she asked tentatively to thin air.
Link swallowed hard. “I think&