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{{ Soul Shadow }}
The outside world was not as formidable to Link as he thought it would have been, certainly not in a wicked or ominous sense. It made him nervous a little, but his edginess kept him chipper and alert. Everything was business. Everyone had a job to do, some part to play in everyday life. Link often wondered what his part in life would be, or where he would fit in to this new world of his. He found for the most part that people were kind if treated with respect and cross if asked too many questions. He quickly learned to recognise thieves and pickpockets and to avoid them, and to know when he was being fed compliments by peddlers just so that he would buy from them.
Link was never in one place for very long; he would stay a few days, work an odd job here or there or help out in exchange for room and board. He was always courteous and gentlemanly to those who were kind to him, and every now and then he would happen upon a face that seemed almost familiar to him. Like the jolly, absent-minded man who owned and ran Lon-Lon Ranch. Link knew it must have been from one of his dreams, but he puzzled over how he could have possibly known the man when he had never ventured outside of the Lost Wood.
In any case, Link was now a wanderer, always moving, never settling, sleeping out under the stars and setting off the next day. It all sounded very romantic and exciting, but the fact was that it was generally dull most of the time and he got lonely. He missed Saria, even grouchy Mido who was always trying to outdo him. Once in a while Link would think that he saw a small, flying light in the corner of his eye, but when he turned his head for a better look, it was gone. It must be the dreams, he thought.
The dreams.
He didn’t really know why he was wandering like this, back and forth like a lamb that had been separated from the flock, but he felt within his heart that it was only a matter of time before he found the reason, whatever it may be, for something inside of him was aware of it; it was as if the world had its own great clock that counted by the ages, slowly and steadily. And then there was Link’s clock, much smaller in comparison yet functional, ticking much more swiftly than the world’s. The time would come, he felt, when his own clock would syncopate with that of the world’s, and for a few moments they would tick together in perfect unison before resuming their discordant paces with one another. In that brief moment, Link believed, he would find his reason, if he even had one.
But until then, he had all the time in the world. Or so he thought.