Impa's wrinkled face looked up at the Princess inquisitively. "You want to rebuild the kingdom?"

A nod from the silent princess.

"Well, what exactly are you rebuilding?"

"The castle, Impa."

The elder was wise, and thought on the idea for a moment. It took her a few moments to respond. "I would recommend fixing conflicts between races beforehand; Link should know any prominent issues."

Impa and Zelda looked back at Link, who was surprised from the sudden attention. "What?"

Both women simply sighed and rolled their eyes in a certain manner that was unique to them.

"Next," Impa spoke again, raising her head which made the chains on her hat jingle. "Go and speak with each of the Champion Descendants or their Elder. You will need their help if you wish to rebuild the castle, or even castle town itself."

The princess tilted her head in question.

"The castle was made with masonry, something few people today know. Castle Town was the only reason why Central Hyrule never had a quiet moment. Everyone had something another person needed. Rito were skilled in making archery weapons and teaching such. Hylians were good hunters and farmers. The Zora would bring the best fish to the market, Gerudo would craft the best weapons, and the Gorons could supply any rocks or gems for any building needs."

The old woman needed to catch her breath after all of that; being well over a hundred years were starting to show. Zelda placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, which was met with a grateful smile.

"Anything else we need to know?" Link asked.

Impa pressed her lips together, muttering a hmm noise. "I would like to speak to Zelda in private."

Link nodded, and walked out the door with a gaze seemingly fixed on Zelda until he could no longer see her anymore.

The wooden room which smelled of lavender incense lost its formal tone as Impa blurted out with a smile: "When's the wedding?"

The not-so-silent princess seemingly choked on air as she somehow scoffed, blew a raspberry, and coughed at the same time.

Regaining her posture, she looked nearly as flushed as Paya. "Impa!" Zelda laughed, covering her face. "It's not like that."

The elder lifted an eyebrow. "It's not like that, she says about the man who woke up with no memories and still went to save his Princess."

"I'm sure it was out of fear. Or something."

"He is reminiscent of the triforce of courage, dear."

The princess faltered for a moment; if what Impa was saying was true, then so were those compliments last night. Dear Hylia, she didn't know how to process this.

"Now, I realize I'm nearing the grave; should this be the last we visit, do remember to take care of yourself, alright?" Her tone had no hint of somberness, rather it was hopeful.

Zelda hugged her mentor, able to hide feelings of dread. Her friends in the past were aged or dead, while she remained in a statis form. It wasn't fair, was it? At least Link didn't remember most of it.

"You and Link are gonna have the cutest ki-"

"Impa!" Zelda screamed, high pitched she would felt her cheeks rush with heat, making her even more embarrassed as she knew her blush was apparent. "We aren't even-"

A solid knock at the door stopped her sentence. "Zelda, are you alright?"

Impa had the most mischievous smile on her face, as she welcomed Link in.

"I'm fine, thank you though."

"We were just talking about how you and Zelda should-"
"Get going, the horses aren't going to ride themselves!" Zelda dryly laughed. "Thank you, Impa, for the advice," she said in a lowly voice. "We will be on our way now."

Impa nodded, taking a good final look at Zelda.

The villagers in the town waved bye, and they hopped on their horses again.

Making it out of the lavender-scented village, Link stopped his horse. "Where are we headed?"

"Zora's domain, they're the closest to us at the moment."

"Alright," he said, biting into an apple which seemingly came out of nowhere.

"Link, where'd you get that?"

"It was in the bridge in Kakariko."

The princess immediately told him to get that out of his mouth, Hylia knows where it's been, much like a mother.

The ride to Zora's domain was going to be a bit longer than expected; they were going to be passing at least two stables before getting there. They decided to rest at the second one once they got there.

For now, they ended up racing each other again on their horses. Terrako was just the slightest bit faster, but Epona had more stamina, meaning Epona was the first one to the Dueling Peaks stable.

"Ha!" Link trumiphly shouted, lifting his arms in the air, as Epona slowed a trot. "I remain uncontested."

"For now," Terrako's rider added, as she leaned on the reins. She brought out the map on the sheikah slate, pinpointing where they were at. Following the route to Riverside Stable was going to take them to at least noon, she planned as she handed the slate back to Link.

During the ride there, Zelda noticed the ruins of what once were guard centers and trading centers. Them having no use was all the more reason to rebuild the kingdom.

Upon seeing one of the places pictured in the sheikah slate album, Link cautiously asked Zelda if she had any memories of him that he couldn't remember himself.

The blonde-haired girl began to search around in her head, looking for one that didn't harbor negative emotions.

"I do recall you always baking fruitcake whenever I was particularly upset about something. I must've mentioned it was favourite, because you always seemed to have it in on hand," She laughed sweetly as her smile nearly reached the edges of her face.

Soon enough, the ride to Riverside stable was full of reminiscing on the lost moments Zelda and Link had before the Calamity, unseen to the rest of the world.

All those moments were lost just like Hyrule's own history. Sure, little memories could be found here and there. But what's the use of a torn page from a book?

The Princess was right, by noon they caught sight of the stable. Just in time as well, because the clouds above started to mass together and darken.

Epona and Terrako were kept safely in the stable as the rain started to pour down on the land, dampening the beige dirt into brown muck.

As they entered the stable, the pitter-patter of rain hit the sturdy fabric roof above them, drowning out any other noise outside.

Luckily, the disguises were working this time; the worker at the front who happily let their horses rest in the stable had no idea who he was talking to. Zelda sat down, nearly taking off the hood which would reveal her identity.

As a knight, Link followed, and sat beside her, back against the wall, staring into the open environment with those blue eyes from the previous night.

Zelda was fiddling with the sheikah slate for a moment; it truly was fascinating how many secrets it could be hiding.
She saw the picture gallery, an assortment of pictures Link had taken during his journey. They were quite amusing, as the majority of them were pictures of horses.

To be fair though, a select few pictures were truly breathtaking--she could only imagine what they looked like in person. The picture she was currently looking at was a snowy environment, and to the right was a homely little cabin covered in snow and surrounded by evergreen trees.
She squinted her eyes as if it would help to figure out just where the picture was taken.

She felt a sudden weight on her shoulder as Link leaned on it, his messy hair just barely brushing her ear. He pointed to the top of the photo where a location was listed, and spoke, "This one is taken in Lanayru, a lady named Selmie lives there."

"In that kind of weather? Is she a Rito?"

"Nope, just a regular Hylian who's crazy about shield surfing." A soft laugh escaped from his mouth, and he lifted his head from her shoulder, returning his gaze to the outside once more.
There seemed to be a story behind every photo; each of which was incredibly well shot. There was one of a Great Fairy Fountain, some pictures of the Divine Beasts, and one of a blue dragon.

Impatient, Link was tapping his foot against the wooden floor; was there something he knew would happen? What was keeping him going? The princess wondered these things to herself as she examined his nervous gestures.

Probably every cell in her brain was telling her, yes, Link is troubled, help him, but for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to do so. Her logical understanding of how things worked seemed to fail whenever it came to dealing with whatever emotions she had going on in her head.

After an hour or so, the rain slowed down, turning into little sprinkles in the sky which was now clear of darkened clouds. The ground was still mushy and would stick to the bottom of your boots, but if they got moving, they could get to Zora's domain by 4 pm.

"Ready?" Zelda asked, peeling her boots from sinking further into the muck. With a quick nod from Link, they were once more upon their steeds.

They watched as the environment around them slowly turned from wild green forests and animals into intricate blue arches and bridges, as they gained closer to their destination.

Next to one of the cooking pots on the route, there was a brown hooded figure, holding an elixir in hand. At first, it seemed to be red but changed into a green color as you looked closer. The figure looked quite bulky, so other than a Hylian-looking hand, you couldn't tell what or who it was.
Zelda and Link slowed their horses down to be on guard in case it was a Yiga attack.

A voice reminiscent of a young female adult came from the hood, with fish-like blue eyes. "May I help you, travelers?"