#DOES THE LEAF ARROW MAKE A GUST OF WIND AS IT BLOWS?

[thatskindasapphic]

Woagh wait what if we can fuse items with elemental arrows. Like for example attach yellow chuchu jelly to an ice arrow to make superconductive arrows? Oh my god the combat possibilities are endless

[writerleo86]

Terravenger - Season 5: Part One - Episode 334 (Do Not Copy)

   In the Training Room at the Midas Academy, the seven students stood by the doors as their counselor Mercury remained at the other side.

   Mercury commanded "Jade Fenmore! Please step forward!"

   The questioned Jade pointed her right finger at herself and cried "Who? Me?"

   "Go on Leaf!" Tai told her. "It's your turn, I guess!"

   Jade began to walk toward the right side of the battleground as Clay yelled "You can do this Jade!"

   "Be confident!" cheered Akari. "You got this!"

   Jade stood at her spot as she thought "Girl! You gotta do this!"

   Paige stood with her arms folded as she questioned "I wonder who the Commander has picked as her opponent?"

   "I have no idea," Iris replied. "But I hope this match will be more entertaining than the last. Even though it was Clay that won the fight."

  "Only because Seth Black submitted," Paige implied. "But I doubt that he had a way to escape from Clay Wilcox and his devious trap."

   Then Mercury faced the left side of the gym and shook his head. Another person soon entered from the doors at the other side.

   "Who is this person?" asked Paige.

   It was the older student, Oren Garcia. He was a charming man with tan skin, brown eyes, and short black hair that was scattered into three parts. He wore a sleeveless black shirt, black jeans, and dark-brown tribal boots. He had a brown pad on the top of his left shoulder with the thick lace going down to his tribal belt that had a rectangular golden buckle. He also had on a dark-brown gauntlet around each wrist. He wore a necklace that had a small golden arrowhead tied at the center. And he had red paint around each arm.

   "Oren Garcia," Dilan implied.

   "Who?" questioned Tai.

   "You're right Dilan!" cried Akari. "That's him! Oren Garcia!"

   A smiling Paige lowered her head and said "This does make perfect sense."

   Tai turned to her and cried "What's goin' on? Fill me in Paige! Who the hell's this guy?"

Episode 334:  The Beginners Arc -- Jade Fenmore

   And Iris responded "Oren Garcia. He is an 8th-year student at the Academy. He has the ability to manipulate the element Fire. He can create any form of weaponry using this skill like a sword or an axe."

   "His energy however," added Dilan. "He uses a special type of energy -- Spiritual Energy."

   "Spiritual?" called Tai.

   Paige answered "This is an ability that is passed down from generations of his family. He can simply for any weapon using energy from the spirits of his ancestors."

   Then Akari implied "This is like Jade and her family."

   "Jade's family?" Tai asked. "Does Jade have something too?"

   "Her fighting style," answered Akari. "It is legit Ninjutsu. Her version of the style was passed from everyone in her mother's side of the family. In ancient times, Jade's family were shinobi."

   "Wow!" Clay implied. "That explains a lot about Jade as a fighter!"

   Tai gave out a large smile and thought to himself "So, Jade was born a ninja pretty much. That's so cool!"

   "That," Akari informed. "And Jade's family were known as geomancers."

   "Geo-what?" called Tai.

   Dilan described "These are people who have the ability to control and manipulate the ground itself."

   "Oh!" Tai cried. "That's why Jade can control Plants! She's born with that power!"

   And Akari thought "But I wonder how Jade will do against Oren. Grass is weak against Fire."

   Mercury stared at each competitor and told them "You may start."

   First, Jade placed her hands above her which blew a barrage of healthy leaves to her opponent.

   "Grass Release.." She yelled. "Razors of Demeter!"

   Oren pounced into the air to dodge every projectile.

   And Jade thought to herself "I gotta strike quickly! Then he won't use his powers!"

   She lifted her hands as she blew out more razors in the form of green leaves. Meanwhile, Oren dodged every projectile by appearing at different areas of the gym. After her opponent flashed above her, Jade pushed her right palm up which released a long whip that was made from a green vine. And the front part of the plant had wrapped around the wrists of the older boy.

   "Gotcha!" Jade cheered. "Now I gotta finish this!"

   Suddenly, Oren twirled around and placed his left heel on the vine.

   He yelled "Emerald Strike!"

   A fiery green light emerged from his heel which cut the vine that imprisoned him. And Oren landed at the other side of the battlefield.

   "What?" Jade cried loudly. "He broke out?"

   "Apparently," Oren implied. "You were not informed that I can form my energy on my feet as well as my fists? This is part of what I was gifted by the spirits."

   "Yer family's ghosts?" Jade responded. "I heard yer powers came from the ghosts of yer ancestors."

   "That is correct Jade Fenmore," answered Oren. "The power of my ancestors give me the strength I need for my battles. This has been taught to the warriors of my people for centuries. The spirits of my ancestors have always guided me through my journeys."

   Jade lowered her head as she thought "That means this ain't gonna be an easy fight."

   And she faced her opponent once again with determination.

   "I guess..." Jade told Oren. "...I gotta fight wit' everythin' I got."

   A calm Oren shook his head and said "May the Spirits guide the both of us during this battle."

   A questioned Tai turned to Paige and cried "This spirit guy's really mellow! Does he know this is gonna be a heated battle?"

   "Oren knows for certain where he is," Iris replied. "But he is a pacifist by nature. He does not kill unless he must. In fact, he has not been seen in many battles because of this. He has great power however."

   And Paige informed Tai "When he is inclined, Oren is able to read the ki of any opponent using only his spiritual powers. Honestly, I believe he can sense the ki of their spirit rather than the body of the enemy."

   Clay shook his head and said "I got that."

   "You're saying..." asked Akari. "...Oren can read Jade's spirit easily?"

   "With no doubt," answered Paige. "He may have learned what level of ki Jade possessed once he entered the room."

   Oren soon informed Jade "You must battle with all that is in your soul."

   Jade shook her head as she said "Got it!"

   Tai yelled "Kick his ass Leaf!"

   And Akari told Jade "Do your best Jade!"

   Oren gave out a calm smile and said "Your friends would like to see your full potential as well."

   "Then I'll do my best for sure!" yelled Jade. "You'll see how tough I am!"

   After that, Jade placed her palms forward. A long vine emerged from each hand. And the pair of whips flew directly to the collected Oren. The older boy jumped into the air and flung his right arm away. That caused a large gust of green fire to blow from his hand and burn the front of both vines.

   Jade appeared behind him from a quick flash and struck with a spinning Left Kick. Oren blocked the attack using his wrists and released a small wind of green fire to her. And Jade was blown to the other side as Oren stood with his calm face.

   Next, Jade performed a cartwheel toward him and gave out a vertical Right Side Kick to her opponent. Oren appeared behind her once again and Jade turned away as she blew a thrusting Right Punch. Oren caught her fist with his hands. Then Jade struck the chin of her opponent using her Left Leg that blew in a crescent pattern. And Oren turned away until he floated at the other side of the room.

   Jade pushed her left hand forward and blew out a pale-violet cloud which scattered toward Oren.

   "This is gonna work!" thought Jade.

   And she yelled out "Konanemuri!"

   Oren faced forward as he flew as quick as he could away from the ghastly fog.

   "Jade plans to end this fight quickly!" Tai implied. "So, she's usin' that gas! That'll put anyone to sleep!"

   "Perhaps that may work," said Paige.

   "This is a strategy well-thought of," Iris implied. "But then again, Jade is the type of fighter that thinks on her feet."

   "You're not far off," Paige answered. "Though Jade does not appear as a desperate person at the moment."

   "What do you mean?" questioned Akari.

   Paige gave out a calm smile and told her "Jade may be testing the waters. Perhaps she would like to learn how great Oren truly is."

   And she lowered her head as she added "Or this... This may be out of desperation after all."

   Once the cloud of gas blew closer to him, Oren spread his hands forward and a barrier of green light formed around his body. The gas finally faded as it surrounded Oren. Jade soon appeared above him and struck the barrier with her right leg after performing an aerial back-flip. Then Oren landed on the ground and lowered onto one knee as his shield vanished.

   Jade performed a diving cartwheel and landed on the other side of the battlefield after performing an upside-down pirouette. After that, she blew out a barrage of razor-like leaves from her hands. And surrounding the leaves was a large green cloud.

   "Grass Release..." She yelled. "Demeter's Might!"

   Oren moved his right hand in a circular pattern and small arrowheads made of green fire flew forward which burned every leaf from Jade.

   "Whoa!" cried Akari. "I didn't know Jade was this powerful!"

   A watchful Paige gave a soft smile and replied "Never have I witnessed Jade in this fashion. She has become stronger than the last time the two of us fought."

   Oren continued to stay calm as he stood up. He soon closed his eyes as Jade faced him while in her battle stance.

   "I am able to feel all that comes from your spirit," He informed Jade. "And I have come to a conclusion."

   A bow made of a fiery green light appeared in his left hand. He held the low bow forward as he readied an arrow that was also created from the green energy.

   "You have potential in becoming a remarkable soldier for the Midas Armed Forces," added Oren. "But for now, you do not have the means to defeat me."

   Then he shot the great arrow from his curved weapon to her. And a helpless Jade was blown toward the group of students.

   The emotionless Mercury shook his head and announced "The winner of this battle is Oren Garcia."

   After his weapon vanished, the winner Oren turned his face away from his opponent.

   "As I said," He told Jade. "You are not able to defeat me with the strength you currently possess."

   Akari hurried to her and held Jade in her arms.

   "Jade!" cried Tai.

   "She's okay," Akari reported. "She just need to rest."

   Jade slowly lifted her head as Oren faced her. And he said "You will get stronger Jade. But you must train harder than you have before."

   Then Jade shook her head with a calm smile and Oren told her "You will become a fine soldier for Midas someday."

   He finally walked off as a peaceful Jade shook her head once again.

   On the sandy ground by the calm lake on Taurus Road, a student was fell face down as another stood as the winner.

   The one rising from the sand was a girl with brown eyes and dark skin. Her long dark hair was in braids and tied into a high bun. She wore a sleeveless black top, a short white skirt, dark leggings, and short black boots.

   The other was an older girl with brown eyes, peach skin, and long dark hair. She had on black eyeliner and dark-red lipstick. She had worn a sleeveless black top with long black leggings attached to it. She had a black pad around each elbow. And she wore a pair of long black boots. She also had on a transparent red shirt with long sleeves.

   She tried to rise up as an orange light shined around both her fists. But she was stopped by the wicked girl who placed her left heel on the helpless girl's back. And the younger girl was forced into the sand once again.

   A large crowd that stood around the fighters gave out loud cheers after the voice of Victoria Sidney announced "The winner of the fight, Rachel Conners!"

   The wicked girl looked up at the shining sky as another person rose her right hand.

   It was the strong young girl named Alana Robin. She had ivory skin, long blond hair that was in curls, and cold blue eyes. She had on black eyeliner and pale-violet lipstick. She had on a sleeveless orange top that lowered to her middle section. She wore a brown warmer around each wrist. She also had on tight white leggings that lowered toward her knees. She had on a pair of long black boots. And her MAF badge was placed on the left side of her chest.

   "That ki!" thought Rachel. "This great and delicious power! It's coming from the school!"

   At the top floor of the Sky Dye Mall, the worried Eli Peters turned around as he stood by a small restaurant.

   Eli was a teenaged boy with tan eyes, khaki skin, and short brown hair that was spiked up. He wore a golden shirt with long sleeves, tight gray jeans, and brown boots.

   He gave out a calm smile and claimed in a soft voice "There must have been a great fight just now."

[sabraeal]

Neither the Hunter nor the Quarry

Fae AU | Previous

Obiyuki AU Bingo Magic AU

The taste of honey sits cloying on this tongue, sour as it ages. Obi spits, eager to be rid of it.

The wind catches, and he’s hardly had the chance to relish its absence before the spittle is thrown back at his feet. He can’t help but huff out a laugh, bemused. Most masters never thought about the skies of their domains save for their color and the spires they could thrust through them, but this Izana, prince of the daoine sidhe -- it seemed there was no angle that missed his omnipotent gaze.

Obi lifts a leg, surveying the damage. Ah, and he’d just polished those boots this morning. Lucky thing that he had no more good impressions left to make.

With the ease of habit, he pulls the shadows to him. Like a quilt sewn with fog,  they settle softly against his skin, more comforting to him than a mother’s touch. The crisp bite of autumn’s chill floods his senses, driving out the last of that sickly taste. That bit with the trees was an old magick, learned with trickery and made his own, but even still, it leaves a rank tang in his mouth.

Some fey take to magic like this -- aes sidhe, for one, born liars the moment they were brought into being, silver tongues dripping with honey as they spoke -- but sweet nothings has never been his way. He worked best with masks and mirrors, with sharp blades and deep shade. To put himself into the sun’s full view -- it had been uncomfortable, to say the least. Like a shoe worn a size too small.

Still, it served him well for this, as little as he liked it. Surprisingly potent, for such a little thing.

He takes in a breath and coughs. Not so surprising, really. This whole place stank of charm and glamour, each gust buffeting more of that sweet scent against him.

He lets out a huff, cozening himself between crenelations. That girl should thank him for this; no matter how fair of face these aes sidhe are -- and rumor had that these princes had that gift in spades -- they were not men. It was not so long ago, not to any of these fey, that mortals were prey. To more than were apt to admit it, they still were. It had been foolish of her to forget.

At least now whatever thrall they have over her would fade, and maybe one day she would find herself wandering out of this mound, back to the world of men.

Whatever still is left for her then.

The wind blows hard through the spires, and Obi tucks his nose beneath his scarf to ward off the chill. In the mortal realm, the land would stretch out before him like patches on a quilt, but here the laws that bind man’s reality are only passing acquaintances with those of the knowe. Despite the simulacrum of the sun burning brightly above the master’s palace, a light fog settles outside its gate, obscuring the road out to the city, only the tops of the ancient pines piercing through its cover. From the ground it would be merely another nice day in Wistal, overseen by their lord, but from above, well --

It seems His Highness Izana knows better than any that enemies may come from anywhere, even above.

Obi lets loose a sigh, rubbing gloved palms over his thighs, bracing his feet beneath him. Now with that unpleasant business concluded, he could go--

It stings him in his chest, a hard buzz that makes his teeth jitter and grind. He looses his footing -- him! -- and it’s only reflex that saves him, his hands sweeping out to brace.

He gives a hard pant, confused. That isn’t the choke collar of his geasa, but instead a whip’s lash --

His spell. Someone has broken his spell.

Obi scans the ground with a bird’s eyes. That fog might cover the lands outside the palace, but his quarry would be inside now, content with their cunning. The prince maybe -- the second one, the one who started this mess -- or one of his aides -- the daoine sidhe one, not the dog. How they had known so soon, he cannot even hazard a guess, but --

A flicker of red catches at the corner of his vision, like a cardinal through the bush.

Not just someone broke his spell -- she did. That little mortal girl. Unbelievable.

His lips quirk, amused. He underestimated her. Looks like he’ll have to discourage her the old fashioned way.

He draws the shadows tight around him, not like a blanket, but like a shroud. This time he would be careful -- he more than anyone should have known what a mortal might be capable of when he lingers so steadily at the threshold.

Cunning though she may be to so deftly untangle such a working, there’s no mage alive that can ignore a spell-breaking, She knows it too; she’s off like a shot through the arcades, disappearing behind liana and lingerer alike. Even with his sharp eyes, he catches mere glimpses of her, hair roan as hind’s rump, disappearing into the brush.

He takes bow into hand, mouth curling into a grin. Hind she may be, but he is the hunter, and though this misstep may have spooked her, he won’t make another. His arrows are heart-seekers, all.

The shadows shudder as he leaps to the next parapet, and then to another. It is harder with the way the sun shines overhead, burning away the shade, giving him little purchase where he lands. Still, he’s more than just a few tricks in a bag, more than just what magicks he could steal -- he’s skilled too, naturally agile. The shadows are a help, but his body alone is no hindrance.

It’s not hard to stalk her flight; unlike a hind, she takes the most direct route to safety, bounding past servants and sentinels alike, barely avoiding a tragic brush with the aes sidhe that populate this court. The guards may reach out to hold her, but she’s swift, dodging limbs as a deer does underbrush.

Ah, that’s the issue, working with amateurs -- never quite as good at their jobs as the situation needs. Still, he grins.

She may be fleet-footed, but oh, she is not the fastest one here.

Obi flies from shadow to shadow at a breathless pace, the world blurring around him as he fixes on his goal. There is only one way to deal with quarry in flight -- cut off their route of escape.

He hurls himself to a balcony, one that affords him an uninterrupted view of the tower that leads to the a youngest highness’s apartments. In this world, she has but one sure ally -- an elaborate, yet romantic, form of suicide in a place like this.

He grins. She’ll find that out soon enough.

A shaft of ash catches under his palm; his cache here is limited, but he only needs a single shot. Oak and elm and alder might fly true, but ash is the only wood that would hold what needed doing. His fingers pass over the shaft, the scent of copper and acrid smoke curling up from his working. He holds it up to the false light, assessing.

Perfect. Even a master would be hard-pressed to do better.

Red flashes again, that tempting glimpse of hind in flight, and he nocks the arrow, the strength of his whole chest pulling bowstring back to its limit. Ebon-black feathers graze his cheek; an unwelcome caress, an unwelcome memory.

He looses.

It strikes home. He grins to see her chest stutter, to see the way her jaw hangs slack. Her hands tremble as she reaches out, her touch so ginger -- but the runes flash on the shaft, and she flinches at the sting --

Right before she rips the arrow right out of the wall.

“What?” he breathes, soaked in disbelief. It’s not possible --

She takes a staggering step, her face rucked up in concentration, and then another, and another, until she’s moving at a run, sprinting up the tower steps.

“She’s not stopping,” he wonders, and for once, he laughs, even as the backlash leaves him breathless. He should have known; a girl like that doesn’t fear anything, not even death.

His lips peel back in a grin as he hunches over, bow and civility abandoned. It’s been so long since he’s had a proper chase.

He no longer keeps his distance, jumping from parapet to parapet -- no, this is personal now, and he flings himself down to the balconies, to the trees. Her hair is bright so close, like a fox-tail, a tease he can’t resist. He catches the sweet apple scene of her magic on the air, and, ah, how that makes his blood run hot beneath the too-delicate shroud of his skin.

Mortal lords train their hounds for this, to flush out the vixen and herd her in, to catch her but never give the killing bite --

But Obi is no lord’s dog.

Knives slide between fingers like claws, and his stomach surges with pleasure, the victory of a kill well done singing through his veins.

“Looks like you’re headed home, young lady,” he purrs, “one way or another.”

He pulls back his arm, tension coiled in every bone --

And she stares straight at him.

It’s enough to give him pause, but he only has a moment to wonder at the lack of fear on her face, at the annoyance --

And then she rips the shadows from him, like a bandage from a wound.

By shadow and shade, no one’s ever done that before.

She knows it too; as much as he goggles at her, she does the same in return. He’s struck by her, by the spray of freckles across her pale skin and the vivid green of her eyes, like the sun viewed through a leaf. She’s so small this close, even smaller than he suspected, but even so --

“Shirayuki!”

She jumps, whirling to face that shout, arrow tucked neatly behind her back. Obi jumps too, dragging at the shadows to shroud himself, to be invisible as the youngest highness nears, face the very picture of concern.

“Zen!” she gasps, voice as clear as a bell, sweet as a song, and --

And now is the time for his hasty escape. The prince complicates this whole competition far too much.

With a grin, he leaps to a shaded column, feet dangling over the balustrade. There will be time yet to finish this game.

After all, it’s only just getting interesting.

[diziar]

LinkedUniverse: Sky’s Fears

Again, I had a really cool idea for this, I loved the concept and writing out small parts of it, but as a collective... Im not a fan at all. Im honestly my biggest critic but still I’ll probably write more like this for some of the other Link’s eventually.

Falling…

The sound of wings flapping aggressively, Zelda screaming were what followed after the bang in the sky field. The wind being knocked from his chest, unable to breathe. The air rushing past him in all directions and unable to make heads or tails in which direction he was falling, and then…

Darkness.

Someone… someone was calling his name. He felt weightless but also as heavy as a stack on pumpkins at the same time, he couldn't bring himself to move. He could hardly see anything in front of him it was darker than any night he'd ever seen, and then there was a light so bright he struggled to see the figure of purple and blue speaking to him. That somewhat metallic and heavenly voice calling out to him once again, the only thing filling his senses, echoing all around him.

“You are vital to a mission of great importance.”

Zelda. She was there, falling along with him. He reached out for her, extending his arm as much as he could possibly manage. Her scream once again filled his ears, it was the worst thing he could ever hear. That fear so evident in voice. He was helpless to do anything as she was consumed by…

Darkness.

Sky found himself zoning out more and more recently, always thinking back to the same event that kick-started everything for him. Most of the time he could get away with it; sitting around the campfire with his bowl on his lap, startling and dropping his food when someone called out or touched him. Drifting away into sleep and his dreams being filled with that black expansive void, only to jolt awake covered in a cold sweat.

Sometimes though, the thoughts came at the worst of times. Whilst wood carving was a relaxing hobby he had, those small thoughts of fear would plague him and make him jump and catch his hand with his knife, causing far too many little cuts in his skin. Or perhaps when holding his bow he may had let an arrow loose prematurely once or twice, with stern words from Legend following.

If any of the others had noticed, they hadn't said anything yet, and he was grateful. He wasn't sure how he'd explain it if they did. They all had something from their adventures which instilled a sort of fear into them, and most of them refused to talk about it for reason he understood completely now.

They all had it: the Triforce of Courage, but still there were things that went past even what that could do to dull some of the effects of what had happened to them. Physical wounds healed, but mental ones were a bit trickier.

Sky definitely wasn't the closest to Time, the two of them saw things very differently regarding certain matters, but they still got along well enough. It was the way that Time never really talked about himself, in any matter until it was absolutely necessary. Even after they all met Malon, they all found out they really knew less about him than they realised. That was out of a fear that the eldest of them all had going back to his past.

He struggled to admit it to himself, let alone would he ever to Zelda, but from the first moment he had jumped from his bird to descend into the unknown surface beneath the clouds, he had been terrified.

It was a terror that ran icy cold from his head to his toes, numbing every part of him. He could see the trembles from his hands on the hilt of his sword or fingers clutching into the fabric of his sailcloth after skydiving down. When his feet hit the solid ground beneath him, it was instinct to pull his sword out and be on guard.

Fi was always there, helping him calm even without him needing to call her. She was a constant throughout all his trials. It almost seemed, looking back on it, that she grew just a little bit more human every day. Her speech patterns changed and some of the things he had to comment on about people or creatures on the surface made him laugh a few times. He… respected her more than he could ever say in words. He was…

Thankful. To her.

Something's he struggled to forget... No matter how much time had passed.

He understood now how Time felt a little bit more. Talking about what had happened was hard. Painful.

His journey with the other Link's hadn't been at all peaceful, though none of them had exactly expected that. They all had scars to prove the travels they had all experienced in some way or another. Physical reminders or not.

"Ahhh! Link!"

He could hear his name being called over the sound of the two birds screeching and the rushing wind past his ears, his hair blowing out in all directions from the tornado and he reached his hand out for her form that quickly disappeared under the clouds.

"Sky! Sky!? Hey get your head out of the clouds and come on!"

This was different. His name, it sounded so different. Odd. The voice that carried it was also not the one he heard before. It wasn't… her voice.

Metal clanging together and shouting flooded his ears, it was almost too much. The heavy feeling of his sword and shield in his hands returned once again, as solid as the ground beneath his feet and the wind once being knocked from his chest, gasping to catching his breath as the air rushed past him. He couldn’t help but look down at his hand as it trembled around the grip of his sword, his fingers losing all feeling as he nearly dropped her.

“Sky!?”

Fi? Where was she? Why… Why wasn’t she coming out? No matter how much he wanted her too, no matter how much he stared at his sword inwardly begging her to make her appearance, she would never show. No matter how much he tried or how much he prayed, she wouldn't come out. The dowsing wouldn't work, her voice wouldn't ring throughout his head, and her metallic body wouldn't float before him. He knew… He knew she was asleep but that one thought rung out in his head loud and clear. That one question he hated asking himself.

Had he been abandoned?

“SKY!”

A chorus of voices called out. It was to no use.

The others couldn't reach him in time as wooden club was swung at him, hitting him square in the chest with absolutely no reaction. Whilst he held his shield, Sky had no been protecting himself and he was hardly aware of the battle going on around him. Bokoblins were never much of a challenge, especially again nine heroes, but the never ending stream of them only had reminded Sky of something far too vividly.

Moving hurt. The tree he had bashed into hadn't made for a very soft landing and whilst the ringing in his head has stopped, the shouting had escalated. Eight voices all so different so similar called out to him, but the effort to open to his eyes and move had completely disappeared.

His ribs ached. His back ached. His head.. ached. Everything was flaring up in agony and it took everything in him to move and to reach for his sword that he had dropped.

She wasn't going to appreciate that at all.

At least the darkness clouding his vision had stopped finally allowing the bright sun to appear again as he looked up to the sky above him. There was no blustery winds pulling him about, just a soft breeze rolling through the trees. He was on solid ground. The dirt he could feel through his fingers was proof of that.

Breathing still hurt. No longer because of phantom gusts blowing him about like a leaf in a storm, but because of a bruise forming in both the front and back of his chest. The scratches on his hands and back from the twigs poking into him stung something fierce, but at least he could tell he was mostly unharmed.

Sky teared his gaze from the bright blue sky with soft clouds rolling across the field, down to the eight figures catching their own breathes in the clearing before him, and then to his sword. She still shine beautifully in the light, the blue hilt reflecting the sun like a crystal, many different shades bouncing across the blade. She was still so immaculate after so much time.

“Hey! Earth to Sky! What in the Goddesses name was that all about?”

Legend had been the first to call out. None of them had been particularly surprised by this at the least but it prompted them to all now turn towards the one in question who was still propped up against the tree, staring down at his sword rather than his companions. Eight pairs of eyes stared at Sky, all showing an variety of emotions. From curiosity, to annoyance, and worry, all of them could tell something was up with their friend.

Time was the first to approach him fully, even though both Wild and Twilight accompanied the old man to assist where and if they could. Twilight, after quickly looking over Sky could see that the slightly younger man was struggling to hide the pain on his face and turned back to the others.

“Hey, does anyone have any potion-”

“I’m okay. I just...”

Sky finally speaking up and startled them all, and still he hadn't looked up from the ground as he got himself up slowly, propping himself up the entire time on his sword and dusted himself off. Both Wild and Wind shared the same facial expression of uncertainty, but no one said anything as a heavy collective sigh went across the group and Twilight moved forward to lead the charge once again. After all, they still had places to get to. They couldn't wait around all day.

“Are you sure?”

Time had stayed behind with Sky as the younger of the two took one of his potions out from one his Adventurer’s Pouch, drinking down the red liquid in order to speed his recovery. Even he could admit to  already feeling better the moment the substance touched his tongue, and he had to be carefully swallowing it as to not choke in surprise.

“Yeah, I’m okay now. Just.. I had a moment.”

“I think it was a bit more than just ‘a moment’ don’t you think?”

Really he didn’t need to be called out on it, he was aware of what had happened. He had been find with the first few Bokoblins, cutting them down along with the others with no issue, but when he noticed that more and more kept coming that feeling of dread washed over him and he froze.

Once again the two started walking to catch up with the others. Being left behind would have done neither of them any good, but they still kept back a little bit. Sky because he didnt want anyone over hearing - it seemed like Link, no matter where he was from, had the habit of being a bit of an eavesdropper - and Time because he could trust Twilight to lead the others. He knew where they were headed.  

“I miss her sometimes.”

“Who? Your Zelda or-?”

Time nodded his head to the sword on Sky’s back. He was well aware of the being Sky spoke of on occasion as he cleaned his sword, always a small happy, but pained, smile on his face.

“Both. Fi was a blessing from the Goddess who accompanied me the entire time when I was looking for Zelda. She was… Always there for me. And Zelda… Every time I got to see her, she’s gone again only moments later. I just…”

“You’re worried. I get it. Being away from the one you love is dreadful, not only you, but also them are filled with that fear of what if you never see them again. No one ever knows what can happened whilst you’re off out on another adventure. And you’re allowed to miss those who aren't around anymore. Its natural. All of us understand that.”

Sky was at a loss for words. Everything his elder had just said was exactly true. He looked up to the seven backs walking in front of him. The seven, eight including the man next to him, versions of himself who had all been on perilous journeys, singular or multiple in some cases, and had all gone to find or save someone or something, and had all lost someone or something at some point.

“All wounds heal with time. Some just take longer than others.”

Sky couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped him, and even Time’s raised eyebrow and unimpressed one eyed glance couldn't stop him.