Tossing a book behind him, Link sorted through a few rows of all kinds of books, novels, and encyclopedia’s. All of which were useless to Zelda’s cause.

“How much longer is this going to take, Princess?” He shook his head as he skimmed a few more titles down the row.

“It has only been two hours, Link.” Zelda called sourly from the other end of the room.

“But have either of us found anything even resembling a pictograph album? I think not.”
“You forget this library’s size, Link... honestly...”

Link clicked his tongue, going down the seemingly never ending bookshelf row. “Hm?” One caught his attention, the tatter dark blue binding on the small book made it practically unnoticeable next to the much larger volumes surrounding it. “What’s this?” He pulled it, eyes alight with curiosity.

Pulling the book from between the other large books, the rest of the books on that end of the shelf followed, piling on top of Link. “Gwah!” A few more dropped onto the pile he concealed by, his left arm sticking out holding the small blue book out of the pile.

“Link...? Are you alright?” Zelda called, coming over when no response came. “Oh, what have you found?” She took the small record out of his hand. Flipping through a few pages of hylian, she stopped at a book marked page with an old dried white flower, and another pictograph of the same four family members in a different pose.

She gasped when the thought struck her. “Link, I think this is my mothers journal...” She turned around to face the pile of books Link was under again, his hand twitching slightly to try and whack a few books off and make an air hole. “Oh dear...” She set the book onto a small desk not far off, and came back to take all off the books off of his torso (he could get the rest).

“Ugh.... what now...?” Link queried as he stepped out of the books that now littered the dark tile floor. He began setting them back up in no particular order.

“That book you found... I believe it is my mothers journal.” She walked back over to the desk and came back with it, holding it in her crossed arms like a small kitten.

“Why do you say that?”

“It has a pictograph of us all, as well as a flower I remember Impa telling me about that was only in a secluded patch where she liked to wander from time to time...”

“Well what does it say? Or have you not even read it, yet?” He faced her once all the books were back in place.
“Well... actually...,” Zelda’s peripheral fell to the ground. “I am a little frightened...”

“Of your own mother’s words?”

She nodded, taking the book into her hands and staring at the front. An etching of the triforce, white, and the center piece was black. In hylian, the script read Anyeal Misunao Lealne Hyrules Private Writings. Zelda ran her index finger over the rough edged etching of the hylian characters.

“Are you going to read it, or should I?” Link suggested, crossing his arms as he watched her become more and more infatuated with the literature. Zelda shook her head quickly, retracting it back towards her chest, her fingers clenched around its bindings in a death-grip.
“Alright, then open it. You’ve been so curious...”

Zelda sighed and looked down at the journal again. She inhaled deeply and opened to the first page.

It is truly wonderful. Twins. So beautiful. A girl and a boy, and their names are Zelda and L-

Zelda’s eyes shot open, the corner of her lip quivering slightly. “...What?” Her eyes lingered on the name of her brother, and then drifted slowly up to Link who held a confused look on his face.

“Well? Who is it?” He asked innocently, trying to look over the cover of the book, but she kept bringing it closer to her so he couldn’t see. “That’s not fair, come on, Zelda... Who’s your brother?”

She gaped at Link silently for a few moments, mouth lolling open slightly, eyes as wide as ever. “...You.”

“Me? Hahah... What?!?” His eyes went wide too, wider even than Zeldas. “I’m...!?” He pointed to himself, not losing eye contact with Zelda so he knew she wasn’t joking. Zelda just nodded slowly before looking back at the book to see if it mentioned it anywhere else.

Almost every page was Zelda and Link, Link and Zelda, Zelda and Link.
“This is ridiculous...” She muttered, still flipping.
“This is insane...” Link muttered as well.
“No, it is perfectly rational.” Both of them whirled around to see Impa standing at the door of the library. “How could you not be related and look so much alike?”

They stared at Impa, then at each other, and back at Impa. Their eyes still widening.
“But... Impa, why did you not tell me to begin with?!” Zelda shouted, dropping the book. Link caught it before it hit the ground.

“There was no need. You have figured it out for yourself, and now it is done with.”
“It’s not done with!” Link interjected. “It’s creepy!”
“Creepy?!” Zelda gasped, looking at him.
“In a way that we were friends and are brother and sister, not ew creepy.”Link explained.

They looked back at where Impa was standing after that was cleared up, but she had already left, leaving them there to deal with their little quarrel.