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She was a goddess. The most revered, the most powerful of the deities. Gone was the illusion of the simple life of a teenage girl, not with wisdom beyond the infinite horizon of humanity.
She was also exhausted. It had taken all of her divine energy to seal herself away for the thousands of years she had to lay dormant. Anything to keep Demise at bay. Anything to buy her people more time.
Her name was Hylia; the name that punctuates prayers all across Skyloft and below, the name that commands a choice between devotion and dread.
No longer suspended in the crystal of her own volition, she stumbled on mortal feet.
Tears in his eyes, Link caught her. He was here. After everything, he’d made it. He’d made it for her. “Zelda,” he said as she was snug in his embrace, his soft voice reaching her ears alone. “It’s so good to see you.”
Zelda. She’d been that girl once, yesterday and a thousand years ago. A simple life in the clouds, surrounded by those she loved without a shred of divinity. A life of classrooms, Loftwing flights on lazy afternoons, and hearty meals at the Lumpy Pumpkin. All the things her mortal mind had come to love now behind her.
Wrapping her arms around him, at least she could pretend to be Zelda again, if only for a while.
Her voice raspy but smile genuine, “Good morning… Link…” she said.