Literature
Everlasting Legacy - Zero
His hair is like my father's, wavy, blond, blowing about carelessly in the wind. He smiles like my father, hugged like my father. And when he opens his eyes, they shine with a vivid bluejust like my father's. As they said, he was the same. Everything passed from one generation to the next.
Except for me.
I hold the boy close, gently pressing him to my breast. My feet struggle down the steep hillside without the use of my hands. Ordon Village lay below us. My deepest regret is that I cannot raise him, cannot nurture him as my parents would have wanted, remain as a mother, and teach him all that the Hero of Time would have wanted.
Now