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Turning Point - Part 8 (Final)

Characters: Poly!LADs x gn!mc

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Injuries, Angst, Loss of Arm, Lots of emotional struggle with disability. Sylus myth mentions.

Word Count: 5610

Written: 17th January 2025

Notes: Pre-relationship with gn!MC with all LADs, with my personal pov of the game and lil headcanons littered in. Unnamed MC, but using my personal MC's basic appearance and adjusted backstory. I take some liberties with what the game offers me. This was rough... Truly romance is hell for me to write (don't ask why an otome game is the only game I write fic for, it's a mystery). I hope you enjoy, final chapter of Turning Point. Thank you for reading ❤️

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Sylus has spent a lot of his life alone.

It's an indisputable fact of who he has been, and who he continues to be.

A monster, a warlord and a criminal.

There was one fragment of time when he was surrounded by those that loved him, and then they were taken from him.

The dreams of cutting through thick scales, of tearing parts of himself off, throwing them across the cave floor, shivering in the corner. He begs and pleads with gods that don't listen, to fix him. To make him better. To make him worthy.

Good.

Instead he is punished, and reminded of why he is a beast. A failure. A creature to despise.

His hands useless when faced with the blood splattered members of his family. The once warm home turned to a desolate cave, full of nothing but remains.

Home is deeply embedded in a soul, the parts of himself that he wishes he could erase, will never leave him. He is a beast that has little value, outside of what he can provide. Be it a scapegoat, or sating greed.

Throughout his life, he has abandoned being seen as anything other than a monster. That even you, with eyes full of hatred and hurt, had seen him that way. Fury curling your lip, and snarl in your throat. Lunging for him with the knife in your hand.

He has been alone for such a long time, he has forgotten how to be around others. Luke and Kieran are the sole exception. They are unbothered by his harsh tone, finding him more amusing than terrifying. It should not surprise him that EVER are as capable of breaking a mind, as the Justiciers were. They may as well be cut from the same disgusting cloth. He sometimes wonders if they are.

So when he snarks, or bites, or teases, they respond with laughter and response. He has adapted to their countenance. Understands that they will mirror what he offers back.

You… sometimes you respond in kind, biting and scratching, little crooked smile on your face and a twinkle in your eye. Other times, you ache. Look at him like his words have cut somewhere he can't reach to heal. That is when he eases, remembers a field of flowers and the ways he wanted to be before the world decided to destroy dream and hope.

He thinks he is learning to be around you, how to hold you without hurting, and how to soothe your heart with his words and actions. How to be who he wants to be… a fragment of the man left over from the moment he truly thought you could be together after you shared your souls.

With poetry and music, he has carved out a place as himself, so that he can share it with you. In a world where he gets more time, and more space, to share and offer what he is to you. Regardless of what the world says about him, he has only ever cared what you say about him.

He is learning to believe the words you offer him, as who he truly is.

You may not remember, but he always will.

He is, however, still adjusting to the others. He has no basis for adjusting to others, it has been too long since he was in a home that was warm. He has approached them similarly to Luke and Kieran, and while their responses rumble his chest. Fill him with amusement at the discovery of something new, he is aware that they are not as unbothered.

The doctor will ignore him if he teases, until his buttons are pressed enough that he will get a furrow between his brow and speak to Sylus in a voice that is deep and close to a growl. He finds the push entertaining, because breaking people who are so upstanding is a sick satisfaction of sorts.

There are, however, moments when he returns with a wound, and the doctor tends to it. Your hands aren't as steady yet to handle a needle and thread when his EVOL cannot help repair him. The shackles around his power too sturdy, too hindering, and he cannot keep pulling your resonance to him until you feel stronger. Wary of pushing you too far, or making you feel as though that is all he wants. As the doctor watches over him, carefully mending his skin, he wonders at the concern in the man's eyes. Teases him for it.

To worry for a criminal. Not many would.

It receives a huff and eyeroll, and a slight pressure in his wound as the needle pushes through skin, "What you are doesn't matter, who you are does."

Sylus finds himself thinking about it, he knows the doctor is a moral man. His files affirmed that much, observations to understand your life. To blend in better… to be part of it.

It still feels odd for the doctor to help tend to his wounds. Like he doesn't deserve it.

He finds the fish the most fun to tease, to argue with, no fire in his words as the fish gets more agitated with him. He reminds him of you, feline-like and prone to swishing his tail and baring fangs. You are jovial with yours ever since he has gained access to your life with affection. The fish it depends, on his mood, on his health, on the day of the week. Some days he enjoys the clash, Sylus notes, finding the chance to bite and growl fun, other days it is accompanied by genuine frustration. Evening out as the months have gone on, settling down to be less angry.

The more they argue, the more Sylus sees the entertainment in his eyes, even though the fish denies it. There are times when he sees the man painting, stepping over to watch the paint to canvas. Sometimes the fish will ask if he's looking for anything in particular.

"I'm trying to understand." He answers honestly sometimes.

He would be ashamed at the widening of the fish's eyes, but then he shrugs, and speaks as he paints, "Everyone sees something different in my work, some see nothing at all. I see something that others may not. Doesn't matter what you see, as long as it's what you see."

So Sylus stands, and watches him paint, and thinks. The fish makes no other comments, but moves to the side a little, so that he can see better. So he can study easier. Sylus thinks he sees the sunrise over daturas, another day coming, this one with more hope than the last.

He later goes to buy one of the fish's paintings. To think about more.

The prince is more complicated, he is quiet and he sleeps often. Sylus is unsure if he's sick, or simply prefers the land of dreams to reality. If he had been asked many years ago, he would have agreed. Dreams had been the only time he had kissed you, afterall.

He teases the prince, but receives little in response, except for the occasional cold look. The moments he understands the man most are when Xavier is helping you. He notes the way he lights up, and takes account of the differences. It is in small actions, often that you may not notice, but Sylus does.

He, along with the doctor, ensure Xavier's pillow is clean, that he has food when he returns from missions, that he isn't eating junk food every day.

That when he returns, there is something warmer waiting for him.

Sylus thinks if it were him, that is what he would want, after long days working.

This process, of understanding, of learning, unsettles him to begin with. That he is changing, not just for you, but for others. He enjoys feeding you and your heart, and he begins to look forward to reactions to his food from the others. It is a strange feeling to sit down at a table with others, to share food.

It is… pleasant. The voice that sounds like yours speaks in his mind. Like your busy soul in his chest. Singing and dancing everytime he teases the fish, or chuckles at the doctor's dry wit, or realigns the blanket on the prince's shoulder.

He enjoys his days more, the more you grow and become yourself. No longer as restricted into yourself. No longer aching as dearly. He sees when the days are harder, but you are brighter. He knows that being able to hunt again, likely buoyed you beyond anything else. Still, he is relieved to have a hand in helping you climb the cliff out of the abyss.

Sylus was honest, when he told the others that he had no intention of leaving. That no matter what your heart spoke to you, his path would always lead him to you. That he would keep hold of your hand as long as you wanted it. No matter what form it took. That he was not simply there for your heart but every part of you, that no matter the snapping fangs of fate, you are his destiny.

He has spent too long without you, he is not about to lose you now that he has you again.

While he has long known himself to be greedy, craving your presence, what contact he can receive, every laugh from your lips, every look in your eyes that tells him more than your mouth has managed to… He has found himself craving more.

The warmth around a table he has never known.

The return to a home that is not empty, or full of skeletons.

A place that does not tell him he is a monster.

Perhaps it is the blood on the fish's hands, and the blood on the prince's, that he knows he is not a beast to them.

It is the lack of judgement in the doctor's eyes, that he still matters despite what he has been created to be, forced into being.

Every choice he has made, every path he has taken, he has never expected to find those who do not look at him and see what he is told he is.

You bring change to his life, no matter the time. Opening up worlds he cannot hope to understand in just a moment. He needs many moments, all of them. So he is greedy, he does desire, and he knows those feelings will never fade away from his soul. That hungers and needs and demands.

Seeking the warmth of this space for as long as he can, not leaving its embrace without good cause, just like he does not leave yours easily, when it is offered to him.

Sylus can only hope you will see his heart as well, and accept it once more.

He is, however, struggling with the fact that his kitten has decided to become jumpy once more. Skittering out of his grasp, fleeing at the first moment.

The recent weeks you had sat in thought, mumbling to yourself, keeping them at arm's length. He has seen you leave with Tara and Simone, and he has waited for you to come to him.

To explain the startled look that you give when he sneaks up on you. To finally stop running away from him.

He believes that he is growing accustomed to you, that he knows now when you run from him to hide in an alley, to lick wounds that you're too scared to show, when he would happily dress them for you. To when you are simply thinking, and processing, and trying to find the space to work out how to approach.

He did not lie when he said he did not wish to pry, despite his impatience, and his need to know everything there is to know about you. He does not want to pull it out with his EVOL or against your will. You will speak to him when you are ready.

Sylus does find the skittish nature somewhat adorable, but the fact that he has not been able to hold you, touch you for any long period of time, or share a bed with you as you slept and he watched over, is bothersome. He misses watching you lower your guard, and he does not want to go back to when you daren't even touch him casually with a tease.

So he uses the morning to try to… corner you. He will not pry into your mind, but he will seek out the touch of your hand. Place it against his chest, and let you feel your joined hearts beat a song against his ribcage.

Instead, however, as he approaches you before you leave, intending to go out with Tara, yet again, he is called by the twins. Demanding his time, a report that cannot wait. Time he cannot waste, because he needs to see to Onychinus.

As much as he wishes to tell them to handle it, he has not heard them sound so frantic and serious in a long time. While he has little desire to leave, he is not willing to abandon them or his organisation, when he needs both.

Sylus catches your hand before you pull away, tugging you into his arms and crowding you against the door.

"Sy?" Your voice shakes, soft against his ears, as beautiful as always.

He leans down, long fingers tilting your face up so that he can look at you. Mismatched eyes wide, and trembling with something. Something he wants, something he yearns for, something he desires desperately. Waiting for the moment you speak it into existence.

"Have a good day, kitten. Miss me." His lips brush against your temple, and he inhales against your hair, before leaving you.

Not before he feels the twitch to your fingers, and the tightening of your grip…

And the soft, pleased exhale against his skin.

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You have spent two hours setting up. Two hours spent scurrying around, cooking, decorating, arranging.

Tara has run in to grab supplies for you as well, eager and excited. You're sure it's so she can hear every single detail when you're done, but you're thankful. You can leave the house alone, but it is always to meet someone. Being alone in a supermarket fills you with dread, least of all because of your arm.

She doesn't question, and she helps. When she finishes lining the things up you forgot, she offers further help which you reject.

You have to do this, you have to make this worth it. They have raised you up off the ground, caught you when you slipped. You have to return it.

You know they would not ask, would not want you to see it as something to return, but you have to make them see.

When you have struggled, or been tired, or worn down, they have offered food, or gifts, or presence. If that is how they show you that they care, you will return it.

You can only hope you return it in the way you hope.

There are some half deflated balloons that you failed to breathe enough air into, your lungs aching before you could even get through one. You are not as dextrous with your metal hand, so when you cut ingredients they are uneven. You fight to swallow the irritation and the pain in your chest. Even though the need to cry burns at them at things you cannot quite get right.

That it has to be perfect. You have to be perfect. Even if you never were, and even if you never can be. At least for this, you want to be…

There's a voice in your head, cold as the chain around your ankle, that reminds you you're incapable of perfection. That you are going to mess this up, and hurt yourself and others.

The knife trembles in your grip as your limb shakes.

It is a squawk that shakes you out of it, Mephisto flies over in a flurry of feathers and glowing red. To settle on your metal shoulder, talons steadying him. He has gotten familiar with perching there over time, since you stopped flinching at anyone touching your prosthetic.

It has become his favoured perch.

His feathers settle, and he bumps your cheek with his head, keeps red eyes on you as your hand settles.

He does not move, as you resume cutting, as you breathe through the feeling, edges closer to the heat of your neck with his body overtime. You think if a robot bird can sleep, he would do so settled there.

His presence helps, he reminds you of Sylus, but he also reminds you that you're not alone. That even the robot bird that Sylus denies is his pet, cares to see you keep going. It silences the beast at your ankle enough that you keep going.

You prepare meals that Caleb taught you how to cook, when he worried you wouldn't be able to survive alone during your studies, even though he never left you alone long enough to really go that long without food. Turning up at the apartment you shared with friends when he got chance, to hand you over a tupperware of food. To poke around the place and make sure you were alright. To lie on your bed and listen to you tell him about what you had been doing.

Even if you lied. That things were fine, that you were doing well. You knew he saw the truth, but you think he just liked the moment to listen to you talk. To see you in front of him. Alive.

You think you understand better now, how he felt. It always hurts to remember that it took losing him to realise.

Tara's words about regrets flit in and out of your mind. That there would be things you wished you'd done if you died tomorrow. As you cook, and you think about the last hour you have before the people you care about return, you know there's a few.

You're going to make an effort to tick them off.

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He has been listening to the twins talk for two hours, and he cannot help but feel like this meeting should have been a call. Or a message.

The twins aren't stupid, despite their chaotic inclinations and their need to cause trouble wherever they can, they don't often bother him without need. Not concerning work. He trusts their capabilities for a reason. Despite their curiosity over if someone will ever claim his head.

He has been tempted to tell them that you are the one, but has decided when the day comes for you to cut his shackles, he would rather see the looks on the twins' faces.

No warning. He imagines it would be quite a sight. He hopes they're not wearing their masks when it happens.

Still, as he reads through his messages, he thinks he knows why they dragged him out here.

So he looks at them, watches as they chat. Luke waves his hands as he speaks, and there is something he notes. The two are trying to feed off each other's energy. Getting more animated as they go.

They are running out of fodder.

"You two-" They jump as his voice drops, looking at him through their crow masks, "are you going to explain why Kitten sent you to summon me away?"

"We don't work for the Hunter!"

"We work for you, boss."

"That's not an answer to my question."

"Why would we follow their orders-"

"-when we don't work for them?"

He says nothing, watches them, watches the way their shoulders pull in, and they gravitate towards each other. As if being closer will defend them from the glowing red eye in Sylus' head.

Before he even gets time to pry, they deflate. "Aww man, we didn't even manage three hours like they asked."

"We got close though bro. Two hours and twenty minutes with the boss, that's good going."

"Is it enough?"

"You two!" He raises a brow, and watches as they look at each other, then back at him.

"We were told to keep you away for three hours, so they could do something at home."

"Don't tell them we told you, they'll be disappointed…"

He's joked before that you have the two acting like your henchmen, and he's starting to realise it is not simply a joke. He shouldn't be surprised, he supposes. You have full control over Onychinus, every password, the location of every base, access to all of his weapons.

Full dominion over him.

Of course you've won over the twins.

"They won't be disappointed." Sylus sighs, "I'll stay for the last fourty minutes." It's a small concession, time wasted in favour of not ruining whatever you are doing. He could check with Mephisto but there is some warning in his chest. Over the heart he has shared with you, that asks him to wait.

That the waiting is worth it.

So he will wait for the three requested hours, and not a second longer.

It is a long wait, however, so while the twins chatter to him, they have abandoned mission reports and are now sharing information on games they want to play, or places they've been, he messages the other three.

The minutes go slower than expected, but finally he watches it pass, and stands.

"Have fun boss!"

"Good luck!"

He doesn't question them, he's almost curious what you told them to gain their help, but he thinks if it was any plan to be mischievous with him, they'd accept without any reason.

There is a kind of satisfaction in knowing he has the twisted loyalty of the two, they certainly don't work in any way his enemies would understand.

He also doesn't hate the fact they bring a smile to your face, or you to theirs.

When he finally returns to the apartment, he sees the other three sat outside, staring at the door. "You all look like loiterers. You're going to get reported. How will the good doctor cope with a criminal record?"

"How does one suit you?"

"Always a story to tell at parties."

The prince's head is resting on the fish's shoulder, he blinks a little, "You're late." Before he stretches and stands.

"Yeah crow, we've been waiting."

"Rafayel almost walked a hole into the floor going around in circles." Xavier adds.

"You almost broke the door down."

"Impatient." He yawns, shrugging as if it's not a problem. "Sylus can replace the door again, it's fine."

"Have you forgotten your fingerprints are registered?" Sylus asks, raising a brow.

"Quicker to break through the door."

He watches as the doctor rubs at the bridge of his nose, sighing so deeply he's surprised he doesn't fall under the weight of it, "You two act like such children sometimes."

"Not gonna share the macarons I bought with you then."

The doctor frowns, the furrow of his brow deepening, turning his face so he can hide some of the blush on his cheeks, "I'm alright with that."

"They're strawberry."

"I apologise."

"Too easy doctor."

"Can we go in now?" Rafayel stands, barely holding himself back from beginning to bounce on the heels of his feet.

"Alright fish."

Sylus watches as Rafayel opens the door. When it swings open, and they enter, the first thing he notices is bunting.

Hung from the ceiling, along the walls, in purples and blues. There are large red ribbons tied around chairs. Balloons half inflated on the floor in pink and green. A banner along the length of the dining table that has 'Thank you' drawn onto it in messy block letters, yellow stars decorated around it.

All four of them pause. The smell of fresh food, plates and bowls piled high on the table. And gift wrapped boxes, messily wrapped with some torn paper, next to each of their seats.

You are standing in the kitchen, stirring a pot to music, bouncing a little on the spot. Singing along with Mephisto whose squawks leave a lot to be desired in the music department.

He is sure that in this they are unified. Watching as you sing, and move, and twirl to grab something from the side. The feeling in his chest is molten and bright and warm, and if he ever loses it he knows he will have truly died.

"Kitten." Escapes him on an exhale as you smile that familiar crooked smile to yourself.

Your spatula clatters to the floor as you twirl to face him, and see all four of them. "Oh, I lost track of time, shit." You squat to clean up the mess in a panic, receiving a disgruntled cry from Mephisto as he flies off his favoured perch over to sit on the top of a dining chair.

"What is all of this?" The doctor asks, as Xavier rushes over to help you clean up.

You hesitate where you stand, toying with your fingers, before pointing over at the table, "I wanted to thank you."

"You don't have to thank us, cutie. Is this why you've been so jumpy?"

You close your eyes and he watches as you take in a long inhale, steadying yourself, and shivering a little, before you open them again. Flames burning in the depths of them, "No. I wanted to tell you something."

He wants to make a joke that you look like you're about to go to war, as you walk past them and indicate the table, to where there are gifts on the table, each with an initial scrawled on the paper. Yet there's a feeling like if he jokes, he's going to shatter something, and he hesitates before pushing it down, to follow as you lead.

He finds the one with an S, and lifts it up, it's a cube wrapped in black and red paper, with a small golden ribbon. He can tell you've torn the paper, struggling with the hand you still can't control for intricate work. You have given him one gift before, the handmade crow phone charm, one he knows matches the charms for the others. It's crooked and it's not perfect, but you made it. For him.

He has shot a man for almost breaking it during a fight.

His chest feels too hot, as a dragon he isn't sure he's ever felt such a thing before. He thinks if he had really kissed you that day so long ago, before it had all shattered, it would feel like this. It makes him feel sick, but he wants it to last forever.

"They're nothing big, it's. I wanted- You needed-" You sit then, slumping and covering your face to force their air in and out of your lungs, "Sorry. Please open them."

The paper comes away easy, and nestled inside with tissue paper is a red mug with a crow that looks suspiciously like that plushie you'd had him catch, and a key inside, with a series of charms. A crow, a star, a snowflake and a fish. He hesitates as he stares at it, hand careful. Like he could crush it easily if he tenses too hard.

Like it will shatter if he moves just a little.

Disappear if he blinks.

"Rafayel was right, when he told me that the password to your place can change easily, your key can't." You're looking down as you speak, and he can see you out of the corner of his eye, though he doesn't want to look away from his gift, "Well I could change the locks, I guess, but it's- That's not the point."

There's a wince before you tighten your hands into fists in front of you, the air is still and they watch. He can feel something and he's not sure what it is.

"You all made sure I could stand back up again, you were here for me when I needed you and wanted you. I wanted- needed you to know that I'll always want you here. That when you go back home, you're welcome anytime, that I-" Your voice keeps trembling, and pausing, and he wants to reach out, to hold you, to take your face in his hands, to cry with you he thinks, "I love you all so much. I needed you to know, before you went. Before this was over, and I had to say bye to this life."

"Cutie, do-"

"I love you. The- ah- the kind with- shit. I should have written this down."

He finally releases the keychain, approaches you as your hand trembles, eases his thumb over your skin, and watches as Xavier hooks his chin over your shoulder. Zayne and Rafayel crouch down to look up at you, a hand pressed to your knees. The contact eases the strain out of your body, but you must feel the small tremor in his, because you tighten your grip on him.

When you speak, you have found your ground, "I never settled down long enough to think about it, what you all are. I knew you were important, precious, but I didn't have a name for it, or wanted to think about it. I was sure if I didn't think about it, if I lost you it wouldn't hurt as much. If something happened to me, you'd be alright." He watches hands tighten against your skin, because he knows his own does, losing you is not an option, "I was wrong. Even though so many days have hurt, or felt like agony, you were home for me. Safe. You feel like love should feel. When I think about where I want to be, it's anywhere you are."

Your hand shakes as you reach out, to ease over Zayne's cheek with your fingers with your metal fingers. Flinching when he gasps at it, when he leans into your hand, taking it in his to press it further against his skin. "I don't know where to go from here, or what you all want. I know I'm asking a lot, and I understand if you don't feel the same way. I needed you to know, before you left, when I was ready. I don't want to keep looking back, I want to move forwards."

There is a shudder in your frame as you swallow, you take the time to look at them all, even though the angle Xavier at pulls at your neck, and Sylus feels that feeling he got when he used to fly, when you hold his gaze. Freedom, falling, soaring. Able to go anywhere, and do anything. When he held you and soared when you could not sleep, while he can't do that now, he can always take you on the back of his bike. Every sleepless night.

Forever.

"I love you."

It is measured, it is careful, and it is spoken on a tremble. Unused to vulnerability, wilfully shown. A wound on display, not hidden and kept under covers. No longer smothered under the bloody blanket, no longer trembling in the darkness.

He watches you look at him, tears streaming down your face with the weight of feelings he knows you struggle to process, and he was right.

You truly are beautiful when you cry and let him see.

"We're not going anywhere, darling." Zayne whispers against your hand, as he kisses against your palm. Cool lips against cool metal. You close your eyes at the feeling, shiver down your spine.

"You're home, starlight." Xavier nods, brushing lips against your cheek.

"Of course we love you cutie, forever, and always."

Sylus watches as Rafayel kisses your knee and squeezes your leg, watches more tears spill from your eyes, in what he knows is relief. Turns your hand so he can press his lips to your wrist, to your palm, to your fingertips, and sighs against your skin, "Thank you for telling us, beloved."

Thank you for loving him again. For embracing him once more.

For seeing him as more than a monster. For seeing a future that he has a part in.

For walking the path with him once more.

For accepting him as your home.

Later when Sylus has had his moment of breathing in the scent of you. Eased against the junction of your neck, hand tracing shapes into your hip. Whispering affection and murmurs of beloved against your skin.

When they have eaten, when mugs have been placed in the cupboard of your apartment, waiting for when they are needed. When he has stared at the key you have given him willingly. Offering him entrance whenever he wishes, trusting him in your territory. That he watches you sleep against the doctor's chest. Relieved and exhausted.

He knows there is more to do, conversations to have, things to fix, to arrange, but he feels like he is finally back at the starting line, prepared for the race ahead.

As he places your prosthetic back on its stand, and pulls a blanket over the prince who has rested his head in your lap, and cleans up some of the mess, so that the fish can paint the image in front of him, he leans down to place a kiss to your head.

Sylus thinks back to the empty cave, the blood splatter and the bones of the past. He thinks about loneliness and eternal exhaustion, of a search for something he worried he may never grasp again.

He is a boy again, standing in the cave, surrounded by family and loved ones, and this time, he has the power to protect it.

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sombersummerskies · 1 year ago

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A Champion's Love: Chapter 13

Chapter 13: Trials Call Word Count: 5610 CW: None

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Your dreams that night were plagued with horror. Visions of your fight with Calamity Ganon, the curse he’d laid upon the land, one involving Ganon defeating you a second time and laying waste to Hyrule. You’d repeatedly wake up from each of these nightmares, hyperventilating and in a panic, finding it impossible to get any peaceful rest.

That next morning, however, after finally getting a few hours of sleep you were awoken by the sound of calm, running water. Groggy, and rather tired due to not getting the best sleep, you crawled out of the tangle of blankets and blink your eyes, adjusting to the sunlight streaming in through the windows despite the blinds being drawn.

You sit up with a yawn and look around, confused when you didn’t see Zelda sleeping in the other bed. You pushed the covers off and scrambled over, your protective instincts kicking in when you assumed something must’ve happened in the middle of the night. Someone might’ve broken in and kidnapped her, she may have wandered off and gotten lost, or-

Your nerves settled once you spied a note left at the end of her bed. You quickly ran over and picked it up, recognizing the princess’ neat handwriting scrawled across the page.

Dear _____Hope my absence doesn’t startle you too much once you’re awake. I woke up rather early and decided to go ahead and speak with King Dorephan and the rest of his council about further reconstruction plans, as well as Sidon’s training in becoming a pilot as well.

I decided not to wake you and let you continue to rest. Once you are awake, let one of the servants know and we can have someone sent to escort you to where we’ll be meeting. The head of the guard scoped out an alternate route we can use to walk to the Divine Beast; this way we won’t have to avoid that camp of Lizalfos.

Zelda

(Oh, I thought it might serve you to know that the guards and staff have started their own little gossip circles discussing certain rumors about you and the prince. Apparently I’m not the only one who’s noticed the two of you becoming rather close.)

With a sigh you fold the parchment and toss it back onto the bed. You make your way around the beds and walk towards the door, stretching your arms out to release some tension that’d built up while you were asleep. Reaching for the handle, you slide the door open just barely and peer outside into the hallway.

You spy a young Zora woman walking down the hall, her scales a pale purple color with a sash around her torso. In an attempt to get her attention you clear your throat rather loudly, making her stop and spin to look at you.

“Oh! Good morning, Lady _____,” she quickly greeted you, bowing her head as a sign of respect.

You smile and wave your hand. “No need for formalities, I was wondering if you could do me a favor if you’re not too busy,” you reply, and she quickly nods her head as she waits for you to elaborate. “Please deliver a message to either Princess Zelda or Prince Sidon and let them know that in just a few minutes I’ll be ready for my, er… escort?”

She quickly gave you a bright smile and clapped her hands together, “of course, Hylian Champion! I’ll speak to them right away!”

Her cheery demeanor was a breath of fresh air compared to the stress you’d endured with your nightmares from hours before. You watched as she quickly walked away, no doubt heading to the upper floors of the palace to seek out Zelda and Sidon.

You walk back into the bedchamber and shut the door behind you, puffing out a tired breath as you walk towards the pool of water in the room. “I guess a quick little bath wouldn’t hurt before getting dressed for our venture today,” you mumble to yourself, untying the robe and letting it slide off and fall into a pile of fabric on the tile floor.

You step forward into the pool, humming as you feel the cool water on your skin. Taking a few more steps, you’re now fully submerged, sinking down slightly so the water sits just above your lips, leaving enough room to breathe through your nose.

Leaning backwards, you sit against the wall of the pool and rest your head on the edge, shutting your eyes as you let the water settle over you. Since the blinds were drawn the sunlight peering in was subtle, meaning the majority of the room was still bathed in the blue light given by the luminous stones embedded in the walls. The light had a calming effect on you, and you found yourself growing drowsy where you were comfortably sitting.

‘A few minutes here won’t make me late… just… let me close my eyes for a little bit…’ you thought in your mind, feeling a subtle weight beckon you to just lay back and rest.

Within a minute you’ve drifted off, falling asleep again without meaning to.

…

“... __? _____ are you in there? I’m afraid I’m going to have to enter without permission if you don’t respond, little one.”

Your eyes flutter open and you panic as soon as you hear the sound of the door handle behind jostled slightly. “Ah! Sidon- I’m here, d-don’t come in!” you say aloud, face flushed when you realize your state of dress- or rather undress.

“Oh, good to hear you little one. Are you quite alright?” he asks through the door, the air of concern in his voice making you smile slightly. ‘It’s always so nice knowing he cares for me…’ you think in your mind momentarily, before remembering the situation you were in once more.

“Yeah- yeah, I’m doing great! Just uhhh, gimme a minute- or two!” you call out as you climb out of the bathing water, cringing at the loud sounds of splashing water your movement causes.

You scamper around the room quickly, grabbing a plush towel to dry yourself off and pulling open the drawers to try and find some reasonable clothing you can quickly throw on. Every action you make causes a ruckus of noise, and you find yourself flustered as you try and pull your undergarments and a sea blue tunic on at the same time.

“... Little one? Don’t tell me you’ve been in the pool this whole time and aren’t even dressed yet,” Sidon says in a somewhat amused tone, and you can practically feel the bemused smirk that he must’ve been making outside your room.

Huffing a frustrated breath of air, you furrow your brow as you pull on a similar pair of waterproof slacks to the ones you wore the day before. “N-no! How dare you accuse me of such a thing- I would never, that’d be such an irresponsible thing of me to do, no- I could neverrrr-” you ramble in a sarcastic tone of voice, shoving your feet into your boots as you grab the Zora armor at the same time.

“Ah. I see. So if I were to enter this room right at this moment you’d be fully dressed and presentable and ready to leave the palace, yes?” he asks, and you can hear just from how prideful he sounds that he knows he’s right.

You pause, tugging the armor down onto your torso and purse your lips. You weren’t gonna back down from this, you were too stubborn, usually to your own detriment.

“... Yesssssss…” you say slowly, securing the armor and turning around to the mirror to attempt and quickly make your hair look reasonable.

You hear a quick chuckle before Sidon says, “You don’t sound very sure, little one, but you’ve already secured your fate.”

You hear the lock within the door click and it begins to slowly open, and very quickly you spruce your hair up and strap the Master Sword’s sheath around your chest, grabbing the sword in one hand and gripping your bag of supplies in the other.

As soon as you turn around your eyes meet a pair of bright yellow ones, and you stick your tongue out as soon as you see the cheeky grin on his face.

“Well.” you say, and move your hands as though you’re gesturing to yourself, “I’m ready. I’m all dressed up and ready to head out on our next grand venture,” you announce to him.

He raises a hand and taps his chin thoughtfully as he gives you a look over, making some blush lightly dust your cheeks. “Hmm… no, I don’t believe you’re ready.” he decides, making you scoff.

“And why do you say that?” you ask with a pout, sheathing the master sword and crossing your arms.

“Because,” he starts, walking into the room in long strides and picking something up off of your bed, “you’re not wearing this.” He waves the item around and it glints in the sunlight, shining somewhat.

Your face pales somewhat when you realize he’s showing you the silver arm band he’d gifted you all those weeks ago. “... Dammit,” you mutter, making him laugh.

You walk up to him and extend your hand, palm up, asking for the arm band without using words. In response, Sidon gently grabs your wrist, making your eyes flick up to look at him in confusion. He takes the arm band and fits it over your hand, and you’re both silent as he slides it up your arm gingerly before letting it rest on your bicep, atop the sleeves of the armor.

Once he was sure the band was snug and comfortable on your arm, his own eyes moved to meet yours and you each stared at one another for a fleeting moment, before he pulled his hands away and gave you an embarrassed smile.

“A-apologies if that was far too forward, little one, I didn’t quite think beforehand,” he quickly says, taking a few steps back to give you your own space.

You shook your head, a flustered blush creeping up on just about your entire face. “I-it’s fine. We should, um, probably head up and meet with Zelda, yeah?” you suggest, adjusting the weight of the bag on your shoulder and giving him a small smile to reassure him.

He nods and allows you to walk out of the room before him, shutting the door once you’re out into the hallway. You walk side by side in comfortable silence, and at one point pass a pair of palace servants who giggle once they see you and turn to have a whispered conversation.

“Oh yeah,” you mutter, leaning over and looking up at Sidon, “Zelda did mention that there are apparently some… rumors being spread about the two of us.”

You grin watching his eyes go wide and he frowns somewhat. “Do you want me to get them to stop, little one? I can speak to the palace staff about it, it’s incredibly unprofessional of them to-” he begins, but you quickly shake your head.

“No no, it’s okay, really. I think it’s kinda… cute,” you laugh, watching as his eyes flick down to you and a subtle blush dusts his cheeks.

After another minute of walking the two of you are walking up the steps into the throne room, and are quickly greeted by a very excited princess.

“_____, Sidon! I have some very good news in regard to the Divine Beast and Sidon becoming it’s pilot,” she said with a wide grin once you got to the top of the staircase, “in Mipha’s journal she noted that she did a trio of trials in order for Ruta itself to grant her access and trust her, in a way. I’ve heard word of certain occurrences popping up around Zora’s Domain that bear a striking resemblance to what Mipha described in her writing. And-”

Before she continued on, she lifted up the Sheikah Slate and selected a yellow point on the map, showing something marked higher up in the mountains surrounding Zora’s Domain, “the slate is showing me four glowing points on the map that look just like this one. I have a feeling that we’ll be using these in our quest to train four new pilots. So I think it’d be best if we sought out this marked point, examined it, and then we can go on to assess the areas that are showing signs of being new trials.”

At the end of her ramble she beamed up at both you and the prince, clearly ecstatic about the development. “Sounds like a plan to me. Let’s just follow the map and scope out the area,” you decided with a shrug of your shoulders, turning to look up into the mountains where the slate was saying to go- and you could swear you were able to see a faint orange glow in the distance.

…

After a quick trek up into the mountains you, Sidon, Zelda, and two guards- Tottika and Dunma, were walking on a grassy plain high up above the sea. You could sense Zelda’s excitement growing once you were able to see a pedestal covered in Sheikah symbols with an orange light ahead of you.

However, you stopped in your tracks when you heard… accordion music?

“... Kass?” you asked aloud, your speed picking up as you approached the pedestal even quicker. Sure enough, the familiar Rito stood beside the pedestal, playing away on his instrument of choice.

As soon as the group got closer to the pedestal, you heard the Sheikah Slate buzz in Zelda’s hand and in response the light of the pedestal turned to blue. In a flash of light, three images appeared on each column of the pedestal, appearing to show different locations around the Lanayru region and Zora’s Domain.

“Did that stone monument just start glowing?” you heard a voice ask, and turned to look over at Kass who’d stopped playing and was gazing upon the monument.

He quickly took notice of the five of you and gasped with a smile. “_____- and Princess Zelda, oh my, what brings you all here?”

You quickly explain that the pedestal is what you’re here for and he nods thoughtfully. “Oh yes, one of the monuments mentioned in my teacher’s unfinished song.”

“Song?” Zelda quickly asked in a curious tone, walking closer to the blue Rito.

He nods and turns to look at the Divine Beast perched on a neighboring mountain. “Yes, a song about the Champions of one hundred years ago. How glorious it would be to sing this song in the very land it describes… the song my teacher left behind, it includes a verse about the trials that Lady Mipha overcame.”

You felt Sidon tense up beside you at the mention of his sister, and you gently placed a hand on his arm to ease him slightly, which earned you a warm smile in return.

“Allow me to sing it for you,” Kass began with a smile, stretching his feathers and taking hold of his trusted instrument. He begins the song, playing a few notes of what sounds like a light and happy tune, before adding in lyrics as it goes along, “Reaching skyward from waters blue, Ruta’s Champion a heart true. The hero’s power shall grow, seek trials monuments show. One, find what the light’s path shows. Two, conquer the ancient foes. Three, chase rings of the waterfall. Champion, the trials call!”

Zelda quickly clapped her hands together once he was done performing and you did the same, making the Rito beam as he turned back to look at you.

“So, did it move you? By asking around about the Champions of each region, I’m starting to piece together the key verses of the song. I can feel it… my teacher surely sang this very verse from this very spot… I wish for nothing more than to carry on my teacher’s dream to complete and perform this special song. To do so, I must learn all there is to know about the Champion’s of old,” Kass explained.

“Ah, I’m sure his father can assist in telling you all you may need to know about Lady Mipha,” Zelda said with a smile, stepping off of the pedestal. While Kass was explaining the song she’d gone and taken pictures of each map point on the monument with the Sheikah Slate, “now then, there’s no doubt in my mind that each of these places coincide with the trials described in both Mipha’s note and Kass’s song. I believe we should go to the farthest one first, it’s one of the Eastern most points of Hyrule, right on the coast of the Lanayru sea.”

“Sounds like a plan,” you grinned, looking over at Sidon who was making the same beaming smile.

…

You decided as a group that you’d travel by horse to the Lanayru sea. Returning to Zora’s Domain, you and Zelda were handed back your horses which had been in the care of the palace staff. Persephone greeted you happily, letting out an excited whinny upon seeing you- and Storm greeted Zelda in a similar fashion.

Sidon decided on riding a steed named Morellus, a handsome horse with a shimmery brown coat, decorated in a bridle and saddle of silver similar to what the Zora wore. Tottika and Dunma were instructed to remain in Zora’s Domain, you decided that traveling as a trio would be faster and that you could protect yourselves well enough anyways.

Soon enough you were off, riding horseback east. You traveled down the mountains and across the plains, and after a few hours a group of islands just off the coast came into view. “The point on the map is right on the coast and close to Ankel Island and Knuckel Island,” Zelda explained, leading both you and Sidon since she had the slate map in her hands.

As the three of you got closer you were able to see plumes of smoke, presumably from a campfire, on the cliffs.

“Ah yes, the Council informed us that they’d sent Zora out ahead of time to keep watch over each location where the trials had taken place one hundred years ago,” Sidon said thoughtfully, his horse trotting besides your own, “I suppose this further proves Zelda’s theory that each marked point on the map is a trial like those my sister faced during her own training.”

Once you approached the campfire, you were a little surprised to see a familiar face looking out at the vast ocean. “Muzu!” you called out happily, tugging on Persephone’s reigns to bring her to a halt and hopping off to greet the elder Zora.

“Ah! _____, Zelda, Sidon, good to see you’ve finally made it. We are here at the behest of King Dorephan and the council who tasked us with keeping watch on this area.,” he began, gesturing to a Zora guard who waved as a greeting, “this is the land where Princess Mipha completed her sacred trial. Now, the signs that appeared one hundred years ago have returned.”

“Mipha’s notes had a phrase which I’m fairly certain are in regards to this specific trial,” Zelda announced, pulling the journal from a bag of supplies on the side of Storm’s saddle. She flipped it open, skimming through a few pages before her eyes lit up and she read the words aloud with a smile “she notes a trial besides four eastern islands. ‘While the morning sun is newly born, follow the path of light to the trial.’”

You hummed as you listened to this before remembering something from earlier that day. “Didn’t Kass’ song mention something about a path of light? ‘Find what the light’s path shows’.”

“Well then, I can only assume we must wait until morning to complete this trial as written down in Mipha’s notes,” Sidon decided, finding a nearby tree to tie Morellus’ reigns to.

“Well, we’ve got a campfire, I’ve brought food along, and,” you pause, raising a hand over your eyes to gaze up at the sun; already setting in the western sky, “it’ll be nightfall soon. Guess we’ll just be camping out overnight.”

“What?!” Muzu immediately protested with a shake of his head, “I cannot have the Princess of Hyrule camping out in the wilderness unprotected! We have no tents, no barricade to stop any monsters who may show up overnight-”

“Muzu, I assure you it’s fine,” Zelda said with a smile, setting a hand on his shoulder to try and calm the rambling Zora.

“Actually,” you interrupt, taking the Sheikah Slate off of Zelda’s belt and looking over the map, “there is a stable down the road farther north. Just to ensure the protection of our royalty you can all spend the night there in the inn and I’ll stay camped here in case something happens in the very early morning.”

You could immediately see by the concerned look on Sidon’s face that he wouldn’t agree to leaving you out here on your own for the night. “_____, I will not allow that,” he began, walking towards you, “if anything were to happen you’d be left here, alone, to fend for yourself.”

You smile and shake your head, lifting a hand and placing it on the prince’s arm reassuringly, “Sidon. You forget I traveled for three weeks on my own just before facing Ganon. I think I can handle one night,” you say with a little laugh, and watch the look on his face soften as he thinks back to your travels.

After some more discussion, and a small amount of bickering, it was decided. You’d stay here overnight while Sidon, Zelda, Muzu, and the guard would spend the night in the stable’s inn. They’d return in the morning, and you’d be here to keep watch in case anything were to happen before they were here to commence the trial.

The four of them got ready to ride towards the stable, but Sidon lagged behind momentarily after he untied Morellus’ reins. He looked over at you, and you could see the hesitation in his face.

He turned towards the other three and quickly said “I’ll catch up with you all, just give me a quick moment to speak with _____.”

Muzu sighed but had a smile on his face and a knowing look in his eyes. Once they set off on their horses the prince turned back to you, not quite able to make eye contact and seemingly with many thoughts flying through his head.

“Hey,” you say in a soft tone, leaning up to place a hand on his cheek and offering him a smile, “I’ll be fine, you know that. I’m strong, and it’s just one night. Besides, I’ve got Perse to keep me company,” and as though she knows she’s being spoken about, Persephone lets out a loud whinny.

Sidon laughs softly at this and lifts his own hand, placing it atop yours and holding it against his cheek. You’re both silent, just gazing into each other’s eyes. You stay like this for a few more sweet moments before you tilt your head, “you know you’ve got to go with them, yeah?”

He nods dejectedly and slowly lowers his hand, allowing you to pull your own back. “I shall see you tomorrow, little one. Good luck, stay safe, and…” he trails off, as though he’s trying to carefully pick his words but still not knowing quite what to say.

You both say your goodbyes and after a tight hug, he’s off, and you watch as he rides away on his horse with a sad smile gracing your features.

A sudden huff and loud neigh pulls you out of your thoughts, and you turn to see Persephone staring you down. “What’re you looking at?” you ask, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow at the equine.

She shakes her head and bristles at you, pawing at the ground with one of her hooves. “No, I am not denying my feelings for the prince, so you can cut the attitude, missy,” you reply in an annoyed tone, making her stamp on the grass.

You sigh and hang your head back. “What am I doing? Why am I talking to my horse about my emotions like she understands what I’m saying?” you ask yourself, running a hand through your hair in frustration.

You untied the bags of supplies from Persephone’s saddle and dug through them momentarily, pulling out two apples and showing them to her. She whinnied happily and moved to lay down in the grass, and you set the fruits down in front of her to let her eat.

While she ate you moved to sit closer to the fire, facing the island along the coast and looking out over the ocean. As the sun set deeper in the sky you let the flames from the campfire keep you warm as you ate some crab cakes you’d nabbed from the palace’s kitchen earlier that day.

It didn’t take much longer for the sun to set completely and the sky above you became a deep indigo as it did. The light from the campfire bathed the grassy area in a faint glow as you laid down on the ground, using one of your bags as a makeshift pillow behind your head.

It was mostly silent, save for the sound of crickets and other bugs in their natural habitat and Persephone’s even breathing as she slept beside the tree. The night so far had been rather uneventful. No travelers, no monsters, nothing. Just you and Persephone and the view and… your thoughts.

You’d been thinking a lot since you didn’t have much else to do out here. Your thoughts surrounded various things but mostly they revolved around… Sidon.

You couldn’t get him out of your head. It was impossible. No matter what your train of thought always just came back to him. That big, stupid grin he’d always give you and his bright, stupid golden eyes that always lit up the room.

You were almost mad at him for making him think about you so much but… you could never actually be mad at him like that, especially when he’d done nothing to deserve it. It was just your emotions doing dumb emotional things, or at least that’s how you were seeing it.

“... stupid feelings,” you grumbled, crossing your arms and fixing your gaze up above you. Your eyes danced across all the stars, watching as they twinkled and lit up the sky alongside the moon. Despite your conflicted thoughts and scrambled emotions you eventually lulled yourself to sleep, drifting off peacefully with the sound of the fire crackling nearby.

…

You were awoken suddenly hours later in the dead of night. You had no clue what time it was, but somehow the campfire had gone out and you were left shivering in the grass. You sat up, curling up and crossing your arms in an attempt to conserve heat.

You reach out, hands shaking as you reach for your quiver of arrows. ‘If I use a fire arrow maybe I can relight the fire,’ you think, grabbing ahold of one of said arrows- it’s ruby red tip glimmering subtly in the moonlight.

As soon as you try to look for your bow in one of the supply bags you hear a faint sound. You perk up, squinting your eyes to try and find the source.

It’s a distant galloping sound. A horse. ‘What horse is awake at this time of night?’ you wonder, glancing over at Persephone who’s still sleeping soundly, seemingly unbothered by the sudden cold.

Your answer is very quickly answered, however, for soon you see the horse coming closer along the path with a traveler upon it’s back. But not just any traveler. A tall, strikingly red, Zora traveler.

‘... Sidon?’ you realize, unable to stop the grin that made its way to your lips.

Within a minute he brings his steed to a halt and hops out of the saddle to greet you. “I thought we agreed that I’d be fine out here on my own,” you quickly say, crossing your arms and giving him an accusatory look; but the smile on your face let him know that you weren’t seriously upset with him.

“Well, little one, I became aware that it was a rather chilly night, especially here by the cliffs. I assumed you wouldn’t mind if I brought you some fabrics from the stable to use as some blankets. Besides, I can see you shaking, and I could not live with myself if I knew we’d left you out here in the cold,” he explained, unhooking the bag tied to Morellus’ saddle and opening it to reveal stacks of folded quilts and silks.

You didn’t bother to argue with him. With the prince’s help you managed to find some sturdy sticks and use them alongside the fabrics to set up a makeshift tent, just barely big enough for two people. Morellus laid down in the grass beside Persephone to fall asleep. You relit the fire using one of your arrows and sighed happily as you felt its warmth fill the area, combatting the cold wind.

You grab one more quilt from the bag, this one being a pale yellow color and wrap it around you before retreating into the tent, curling up inside of it. You peer outside the tent and watch as Sidon ties his horse’s reins to the same tree where Persephone’s are tied. He grabs a much bigger blanket from his bag of fabrics, a deep blue one, and wraps it around his shoulders.

“C’mon, princey,” you call out, patting the ground beside you to welcome him into the tent.

He shakes his head and you can practically see him hesitate to accept the offer, “No no, little one, I hardly believe there would be enough space for the two of us inside of there. I’m practically twice your size,” he replies.

You blush at the insinuation of him being physically bigger than you and huff. “Sidon, I’m not letting you sleep out there when we’ve got a perfectly good tent right here. C’mon, I’m sure we could both squeeze in here,” you retort, curling up on your side to make more space for him.

He opens his mouth but quickly closes it again, giving you an exasperated smile. “I know there’s no point in arguing with you, little one, so I’ll give in. Just this once,” he says, shooting you a cheeky look.

“I dunno, Sidon, I think you’ll find that I can be very persuasive when I want to be,” you laugh, playfully sticking your tongue out at him.

He chuckles softly, taking off his sash, arm bands, and other accessories, storing them away in the bag he’d brought with him, before finally getting inside of the tent alongside you. It takes a few moments of moving around and adjustments, but eventually you’re both fit snugly inside. To accomplish this you had to lie down on your side, facing away from him, slightly curled up. At the same time Sidon had laid down behind you, facing you so that your back was to his chest.

The closeness made you blush quite a bit, you were just hoping he wouldn’t be able to see that, or hear the way your heart was pounding in your chest.

“Little one, is this quite alright? You are comfortable, yes?” he asks, oblivious to how flustered you were. When he spoke it made his warm breath hit the back of your neck, causing you to involuntarily shiver.

“Y-yeah, this is fine,” you immediately reply, maybe a little too quickly. You clear your throat nervously and wrap the blanket around you tighter, “let’s just get some shut eye, yeah? Gotta be up bright and early for that morning sun, after all.”

You feel him nod behind you and shift to get a little more comfortable. “Well, alright. Goodnight, little one,” he murmurs in a sweet tone and it makes the corner of your lips quirk up into a smile.

“Night, Sidon… sweet dreams,” you mumble, shutting your eyes and trying to force your nerves to calm down so you can get some sleep.

…

Hours later, you’re waking up naturally, sniffling and attempting to blink the sleep out of your eyes. Apparently you’d shifted around in your sleep because as soon as you could successfully open your eyes the first thing you could see was… Sidon.

You tensed up as you gazed up, the prince’s sleeping face right in front you. Very slowly, as to not wake him up, you slide out of the tent. You unwrap the blanket from around you and fold it into a cube, setting it down in the tent besides Sidon.

You stretch your arms up and crack your knuckles, sighing as you take in the area. The campfire was still lit, though the only effect it was having was offering you warmth. Everything was lit in a soft orange hue, and when you turned around you could see why.

Facing the ocean, you see the sun coming up over the horizon. It looked absolutely breathtaking, casting a glow on the sea. The water of the Lanayru Sea reflected the light of the sun with a shimmer, almost making a sort of… path.

A path?

The light’s path.

You gasp and your eyes follow the path over the water, squinting when you see something faint, blue, and glowing far down below.

‘... I think that’s where the first trial begins,’

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