#Hero's Spirit

[mewsartworld]

DAY 23 ● Rusted Hero ⚔️

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[skyloftian-nutcase]

Prompts!

Classic LU, pit the boys against one of your favorite/least favorite Zelda enemies

Sky Link encountering unfamiliar creatures on the Surface and misjudging whether they’re friendly (could be funny or angsty)

HC boys on a really truly awfully busy couple of shifts, or on a strangely quiet shift

Pick one of Link’s companions and write from their perspective (Epona, Crimson, Navi, Proxi, Ezlo, Midna, King of Red Lions, Phantom Zelda, etc.)

Is Abel okay though (any of them, honestly)

Warriors had never experienced anything like this. He felt impossibly light and heavy, warmth seeping out of his very being, permeating the air and distorting it. He chest heaved in an automatic response to stress, but no air moved within his lungs. Looking around frantically, he saw one of his brothers-in-arms on the ground, motionless, and he hastily knelt down at his side.

"Come on, farm boy," he ground out, shaking Twilight. "Wake up!"

As he shook him, he noticed with alarm that his friend looked strangely... distorted. Waves of light akin to the reflections of water washed over Twilight, and as Warriors looked at his own hand, he saw similar movements. Everything was bathed in pale green, and he felt like he was swimming, floating, and pushed into the earth all at once.

Where were they?!

He was trying desperately to remember how they'd even gotten here, only recalling that he and Twilight had been patrolling the area when the world had faded away to wake up here. They'd been looking for Sky, who had been late returning from his own route.

Twilight groaned, sniffling and coughing, and Warriors noticed with alarm that the grass beneath his friend did not move in response to the action.

Were they... had they...??

"What in Hylia's name is going on?" the captain whispered, staring at his hand.

The hair on the back of Warriors' neck stood up, and Twilight sprang to his feet, nearly knocking the captain over. "Sky?"

Warriors jumped, whirling around to see their companion watching them silently. At this point, the captain also noticed that a strange ring was on the ground around them, alongside intricate patterns that glowed in a similar eerie green as the rest of the place, bright and ethereal. Sky also had that strange watery reflective nature to him as they did, but he... was... floating? His feet hovered just above the ground, hair waving about as if he were underwater. Strangest of all, he was dressed a little differently - his green tunic was the same, but it lacked his red sash and his treasured white cape, while he sported a green hat very similar to what many of them had worn in the past.

"Sky, are you okay? Where are we?" Warriors called, walking towards the teenager. Why was he dressed different? Why was he looking at them like that? Sky was never this somber, something was wrong.

As the captain moved towards him, Sky stepped forward to meet him halfway. The movement was specific, Warriors could tell from the ground he covered. It was an awkward gait, determined but too small for the usual stride he took. He practically stepped on Twilight's toes, blocking both their path, standing on the edge of the circled that encased the elder pair.

"Link, what's wrong?" Twilight asked softly, also noticing that something was very off about their friend. He reached out, placing a hand on Sky's shoulder reassuringly and worriedly.

Sky gasped, flinching away from the touch and hugging himself, bending over slightly as if he'd just been burned. Warriors and Twilight exchanged confused glances, and the captain's chest clenched even more.

"Let me see the wound," Warriors ordered, stepping forward.

The world turned red.

It was a gut lurching, disturbing feeling, and the strange, cool wateriness of the world became scorching hot. It was as if electricity was shooting through Warriors' entire body, something akin to adrenaline but somehow terrifying in the fear that froze his muscles for an instant. Twilight whirled around frantically, eyes wide, immediately searching for threats.

They didn't have to search long. Warriors could hear the clanging of heavy footsteps, metal armor clinking, swords being unsheathed. They were ambushed quickly, surrounded by beasts Warriors was completely unfamiliar with, all made of metal and bearing one to two massive swords. One beast came up behind Sky, putting a hand on his shoulder and pulling him closer, almost protectively, making Twilight call out in alarm. Warriors reached for his sword--

Only to realize he didn't have one. And Twilight wasn't armed either.

What had--where did their weapons go?!?!

Warriors swore uncharacteristically, looking at Sky once again to see how he was doing, but the metal beast protecting him was backing away a little as two others floated into range, swords raised in attack. Warriors and Twilight both moved to duck and roll, but they were quickly being surrounded and their maneuverability was limited.

This was bad this was bad--

The swords came down, but no pain followed.

Warriors could hear his and Twilight's frantic breaths, having both braced for impact when they'd had nowhere else to run. Looking up between his arms that he'd held to guard his face, Warriors saw... Sky. Sky was standing over them both, towering, posture strong and fierce, feet spread wide and arm raised as if in a block. His white cape was back, hat gone, red sash nearly imperceptible in the bloody haze all around them.

What...?

Sky bore neither weapon nor shield, yet all the monsters were held at bay with his arm held in the air. Wrapped around the extremity was what looked like ivy, a plant of some sort. Twilight gasped at the sight of it.

"Are those tears of light?" he asked, before continuing, "Sky, are you--what the heck is goin' on, you were--"

"What are you guys doing here?" Sky interrupted, the plant and petals glowing brightly, pushing the monsters away. Suddenly, as soon as the beasts were outside of the ring in the earth, the world turned aqua green once more, placid like a lake.

"We were... looking for you..." Warriors explained halfheartedly, looking around in bewilderment, heart still racing. "What's going on?"

Sky turned to face them now, helping them stand. Without an explanation, he moved them to the center of the ring. Warriors looked around, a vague sense of worry filling him as if they were missing something. The space that Sky had occupied earlier when he'd dressed a little differently and behaved strangely was empty, but the captain swore he saw movement where that one metal soldier had retreated with him.

When the three stood in the center of the ring, Sky directed them to place their hands on his shoulders. They did so without argument, both still trying to keep up with what was happening, and then Sky dug his right arm into the earth as if digging, the plant wrapped around it glowing in response.

Everything grew dizzyingly blurry, and Warriors felt the ground shift beneath him as the world faded to black. When he awoke, his body felt heavy and exhausted, but normal once more. Nothing was in a strange hue, he wasn't partly glowing or shining or whatever it was he had been doing before, and Sky and Twilight were both there, alive and safe.

"What was that?" Twilight demanded, shooting to his feet faster than the captain could even get his bearings.

"A silent realm," Sky answered, offering a hand to his elder knight. "Pieces of the sacred realm designed by Hylia. But I'd not seen one here before. I wonder if we're... somewhere... well, it doesn't matter. I'm just surprised you two managed to fall into one. It usually isn't open to anyone."

"Sacred realm...?" Warriors repeated, awed. That was... Sky was right, that wasn't supposed to be something mere mortals could access.

How did Sky know how they worked?

Sky smiled reassuringly at them, his face gentle in his care, and he pat both of them on the arms. "Come on, we should get to camp. Let's make sure nobody else stumbles into this area."

Shakily, Warriors nodded, looking back at the place, seemingly innocent amidst the forest. He'd... rather not face those beasts unarmed again.

[we-do-bones-bracket]

Round 3 Match 2

Propaganda:

Stalhorse

motherfucking HONSE

Hero's Shade/Hero's Spirit

Also known as "Hero's Spirit" he is heavily, HEAVILY, implied to be the Link from Ocarina of Time and Majora's Mask, who has transformed into a stalfos. He laments about not being remembered as a hero and the only thing he can do now is teach the Link from Twilight Princess his knowledge in swordplay. It's honest quite sad thinking about it, especially since the potential reason this Link turned into a stalfos was getting lost in the Lost Woods as an adult.

[m5or]

I have been thinking about something in the Linked Universe Au comic. In Twilight Princess when you are in Arbiter's Grounds you follow the scent of a poe soul. So, by that logic, TP Link knows that souls have a sent to them.

What would the hero's spirit smell like to Twi? Of course, there would be variants to each link respectively. (idk why but I think the "hero's spirit" would smell like cinnamon) In Shifting Shadows part 5, Wolfie could follow Dink aka Dark Link via scent. Would Dink's scent be similar to the hero's spirit? I am curious because it's not a malice-related color at all. I don't know, It could not be relevant at all here but it's a thought.

I could see the chain adjusting to this info and realize it's a Dark Link. Or maybe the chain already knows it's a Dark Link. It probably belongs to one of the two mysterious links yet to be seen. What did Dink's Link do to make it Link the Universe?

Does anyone have better info than I do?

[phantoms-lair]

Hero's Spirit: A Vision of Nightshade

All For One did not reach the age of over 200 by not listening to his medical professionals.

He was still looking for a faster way to regain his full vision, but until then the Doctor had recommended him using a cyberpathy quirk to look through security cameras and such, so he wouldn't be out of practice with light levels, colors, and shape recognition.

He didn't enjoy it, because he disliked having his consciousness out of his body (at least unless it was going to be a permanent transfer). But he recognized the value of the Doctor's orders and did a few short bursts a day.

During one of these he noticed Tomura's little rival, Midoriya. (He would allow it until All Might finally chose a successor, then he'd encourage Tomura to switch over.) Midoriya was talking to a young woman on the sidewalk he seemed to know, who was speaking to him fondly. Maybe she had been his baby sitter when younger, or a neighbor? He focused the camera in on her.

She was beautiful, with long dark hair and purple eyes and lips that made a stark contract over pale skin. All For One felt his pulse quicken through his weak connection to his body as his heart pounded in his chest. His mouth when dry and his palms began to sweat. What was this feeling? It had been so long since he felt it? Ah, right. Abject Terror.

He slammed back in to his body and immediately opened the communication like to the League of Villain's current hideout.

"Shigeraki Tomura you will immediately cease any activity targeting Midoriya and any focusing one UA class 1A that might involve him." Tomura, predictably, did not like this announcement. "No! You said I could destroy the things I hate! And I HATE him."

"Tomura if you continue this vendetta we will both die."

"This is stupid! I'm not afraid of All Might-" "Nor am I. He is a pathetic worm that will one day die at your hand. But Midoriya is under the protection of Nightshade." Fear shone in speaking her name.

"Never heard of a hero by that name." Tomura began scratching at his neck.

"Not a hero, no." Kurogiri tilted his head in thought. "Was Nightshade not the name of the first villain?"

"It was. It is. I knew her well, as we had been allies for a time. She didn't seek power, but wielded it effortlessly. Personal power, power over others. She had amassed an army of those with powerful quirks even at the dawn of them and laid waste to the United States. She had been fond of the first hero, you see, though he was never credited as such. And the American Government not only killed him, they covered up all he had done, to ensure he was forgotten and their mistake never came to light. She crippled the country which at the time boasted the strongest military force in the world." "But she was stopped. I mean, America's still a country."

All For One shook his head. "No. She stopped when anyone even tangentially involved in the decision and those who defended them were dead. No quirk affected her, and he quirk could not be stolen. She is an untouchable wildcard who will slaughter thousands to make her point. She has chosen Midoriya as hers. Do Not Touch Midoriya Again!"

[occasionallyprosie]

Thinking about the Hero's Spirit

Okay, so, when Time left the Adult Timeline... he took the hero's spirit with him. There was no hero's spirit to reincarnate when Ganondorf re-emerged and (as of the goddesses flooding the world) no other spirit born that could become the bearer of the Triforce of Courage.

Until Wind. Wind, whose spirit is its own spirit, came and becomes the embodiment of courage unlike any other hero. He forges his own spirit into one unbreakable, restores the Triforce, and defeats Ganondorf at the age of twelve.

But his hero's spirit is stubborn in a way everyone else's is not. He doesn't need the goddess to bless him with reincarnation, he wasn't even born with the Triforce of Courage (due to the fragmentation) he restored it and out of sheer will became the one to bear it and he knows it. So out of sheer will and stubbornness, he reincarnates.

Enter Spirit. Spirit, who is a hero in every right, but he doesn't follow the beaten path because Wind's hero spirit doesn't do that. He chooses to be an engineer instead of a hero or a knight.

But then the timelines merge, and suddenly, there's two hero's spirits? What? Well, obviously First's goes to Warriors, but where does Wind's go?

Linkle. Linkle, because their spirit doesn't follow the beaten path, it makes its own path, it sails through the waves rather than with it, it forces the winds to yield to its call and its power, the limits of death does not bind it, the expectations of ghosts of the past does not force its hand.

First's, Sky's, and every other hero's, their spirit is one of tenacity, one of pain and suffering, one that can take every hit and still stand and fight. They share a spirit of determination, one of courage, one that is unbreakable because it will stand in the way and be the immovable object that will always be there to hold back the darkness.

But Wind's spirit? Wind's, Spirit's, Linkle's, their spirit is also one of determination, but theirs is one born of choice, theirs is a spirit of free will, of stubbornness and a need to stand their ground. They were not forged by pain like the others, but by love (for Aryll, for Phantom/ST!Zelda). They take every hit, but they don’t stand because they can and they must, they don’t get back up because they have this undying need to endure and to persevere, they get back up because of their loved ones and the people they protect. They are the unstoppable force that drives darkness back.

Don’t get me wrong, the original Hero's Spirit is still stubborn, those heroes are still an unstoppable force, they are still seeking to protect the people they love, but if you have a hero hated by all, a hero who has nobody they should logically be trying to protect? They would still fight because that's what's right, that's what their heart is like, the whole world could hate them and they'd still protect it because 'the people in that world deserve to be saved'. The Adult Timeline's spirit is much of the same, they are similar in spirit, but there are differences.

The original spirit is a forest, one that will never truly be destroyed because something will always survive and that something will regrow and restore the forest that once stood.

The second spirit is a river, carving its path through mountains and valleys, overcoming insurmountable odds and creating great canyons. Nothing can stop them for good.

[binouchetruc]

prompt was the quote "stars don't shine, they burn" from encanto's song "all of you"

[ryunumber]

Would the hero’s shade have a decimal Ryu number?

This is the skeleton/ghost of young Link after the events of mm (and getting married to Malon, Matpat did not do the Sword side quest in OoT)

(I'm not sure the word "decimal" means what you think it means.)

The Hero's Spirit/Shade can have a Ryu Number of 2.

Link has a Ryu Number of 1.

(clarification below)

I'm personally of the opinion that the Hero's Spirit is sufficiently different and discernable as an identity from Link, the Hero of Time to at least warrant a bespoke path, but certainly, it's not the only defensible opinion. I'm going to shrug my shoulders and defer on this.

[theoneeyedgoldenwolf]

Ghost Guide

Whumptober 2024, number 9: Broken Window, Bruises, "Frame me up on the wall, just to keep me out of trouble."

Summary: The era the Chain of Heroes arrive into is Legend’s but it is not his timeline. The moment he realizes something precious missing from his counterpart’s hold, he knows things aren’t going to go well. Yet, he never thought the situation to go down as cruelly as it does.

CW: Glass shards, blood, cursing, getting a beating, bruises, feeling of loss and sorrow, hurt feelings, struck by tentacles, life sucked out of someone, Temporary Major Character Death (or at least close of such), being a ghost, broken bones, shared connection (Hero’s Spirit)

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“Legend, this has to stop.” Time told firmly and sorrowfully. “This is third time within three days that you’ve ended up into a trouble.

“I’m not at the fault of those situations.” The Veteran almost snapped before tad flinching as the Old Man, as carefully as he could, was picking off glass shards out of his body. “I’m in them, yes, but I’m not the one who initiated them.”

“Doesn’t matter.” The Chain’s leader stated out while starting to wrap bandages around the bleeding wounds. “Sooner or later that trouble will end up killing you. And I can’t stand that thought.” He said before bit jerking at what he ended up giving out.

“What?” Legend queried bit surprised.

“Nothing. Just forget it.” The one eyed male replied and carefully finished the work. He stood up and went to wash his hands. “Just take it easy and give those wounds a chance to heal. Once the others return, we leave this place.”

“Why?” The Weapon Specialist asked while tilting his head.

“Because I can’t--!” Time started before shutting up. “Because this is—“ He tried again before groaning and turning his gaze off. He closed his eye and bit slumped against the counter behind him. “I can’t lose you or anyone else.” He finally whispered sorrowfully. “I’ve lost enough. I can’t lose this too.”

Legend was bit out of knowing to reply to that. Yet, he soon bit grinned. “Frame me up on the wall, just to keep me out of trouble.”

The Old Man blinked in surprised before already frowning. “Uh… Excuse me, what?” He half queried, half stated out while having no idea why one of his boys would say something like that.

The Veteran grinned even more and moved a chair close to a wall. He stood up to it and showed decorated bracelet he was wearing. “Ravio’s Bracelet.” He simply said before striking it against the wall. The Chain’s leader gasped and took a step backwards when the youngster suddenly got sucked into the wall and turned into a painting.

“Freaking hell, Legend! Get out of the wall!” Time screamed out while not knowing how to feel. Freaked out about the situation, impressed of the item or something else. The boy jumped out while grinning widely. The one eyed male sighed heavily and facepalmed. “Shit… Never thought I’d say something like that.” He half mumbled while calming down.

The Hero with most quests done chuckled and grinned before bit sighing. “We’re not yet done with the current mission at here.” He reminded bit unwillingly.

The oldest Link of the nine Heroes sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, yeah, I’m aware. Mission you’ve chosen for yourself. And for the rest of your brothers besides me.” He half grumbled before shaking his head. “So, your era, your choice. How do we continue from here? Current way doesn’t seem to work.”

“Well, it’s not entirely my era. Just one of those alternate ones.” Legend replied while waving his hand in manner of explaining. Yet, after that he shrugged. “I’m not sure. Thought we’d give it one last try tomorrow and see if it’s enough.”

“Right.” The one eyed male sighed almost exaggerated. “And what exactly are we doing? I feel like I’m being held out of the actual loop of information in here.”

“Let’s just say that currently you’re the only one to….” The Specialist started but he trailed off uncertainly. Time raised an eyebrow while waiting for continuation.

“I’m the only one to… What?” The Chain’s leader asked while bit tilting his head.

“You’ll understand when it’s on.” The Veteran replied while hating to withhold crucial information from his oldest brother. “Thanks for the healing.” He continued with a slight smile and the Old Man simply nodded in acknowledge. He left the room and gave a swift glance to the place where a specific mask had once been at. It wasn’t in his possession anymore and that freaked him out.

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The moment the nine Heroes came into the new era, Legend knew it was his. It was a feeling of familiarity even though some things didn’t really seem the way it had been at last visit to his era. “My time and yet not.” He called out straight off while taking the lead towards the cabin that he knew was still his. “And no, I only have a feeling but nothing’s crashing in.” He continued into the raised eyebrow he gained from Time.

The walk was done in silence as he tried to figure things out. There was an eerie feeling accompanying the familiarity one but he couldn’t figure it out. Yet, the moment they came to his house and entered it, he knew. He gulped once and straight off averted his gaze from the wall where the freaky mask once had been.

The Chain’s leader knew of the mask and his gaze checked the place straight off. “Not yet having found it.” The Veteran told airily and shrugged. “Thought to put something else at there and hence the hook. Quests just keep too busy to decorate the house.” He explained as calmly as he could while feeling full dread of the situation. If even half of the Old Man’s stories were true… They were screwed.

“Get settled in. I need to run few errands at the castle.” The Specialist called after having left most of his stuff to their rightful places.

“Not exactly your era but you’ll handle your counterpart’s work?” Hyrule queried and glanced at Time. “Even Time doesn’t get mixed up into the situations with his counterparts unless have to.”

Legend shrugged and grinned. “Gotta keep up the appearances.” He simply claimed before already leaving the house. He moved as calmly as he could all the way until he was out of sight. He glanced around before putting the magic of the Pegasus Boots on and ran as fast as he could.

The Weapon Specialist wasn’t certain why he had just lied to his brothers. And especially to Time of all people. He knew they deserved to know of the quite certainly being threat. Not to mention about how much they could aid to deal with it.

Yet, he had a feeling there was something more going on and he needed answers. Even though he didn’t get the knowledge like what the Old Man did, he got feelings. And right now it was telling him that the answers weren’t at the castle even though he had claimed such. They were in a Temple he hadn’t been to during any of his quests.

He skidded to a stop and took the magic off when he saw how heavily the Temple was being guarded. He gulped once as he realized the protectors of the place were Hyrule’s own soldiers. He took a deep breath and walked as calmly and confidently to the duo guarding the front door.

“I need to speak with the leader of this place.” Legend stated out as firmly and commandingly as he could. He gave his best scowl mixed with disappointed look he was trying to learn from his oldest brother.

“Like hell you do. You’re here only to kill.” One of the two guards stated out while having harsher glare on his features. His teammate glanced inside while being very ready to call for backup if their unwanted guest would cause actual trouble.

“Only if the threat is real.” The Veteran stated out with a slight grin. He crossed his arms over his chest and tried to get the full feeling of the situation. He wasn’t yet certain if these guys were just stupid or under the spell of mind control.

“The kingdom’s in better condition than what it was during your control.” The other one stated out and pointed the spear at Legend. The action got the youngster to back off by few steps to be off of the danger.

The Hero with best experience with Temples gulped while realizing how dangerous the situation was getting. “Don’t ask.” He thought while being taken off guard by the claim. “Either way, I need to speak with your boss.” He commanded while trying to pick up with the claimed title.

“You only want the leadership back. Get lost or we’ll get physical.” The first guard told roughly and gave a mark by his spear.

Legend didn’t like the situation even one bit. He wasn’t certain of how many guards there were but he could count at least five whom came close to the doorway. “You don’t want that.” He told with bit dangerous voice, yet he very soon fought to stay confident as the other men drew out their weapons and seemed very eager of starting a fight with him.

“Don’t force us. You might be a Hero and former King but you are not capable of dealing with an army of Hyrule’s Knights.” The second guard warned with a slight smirk.

The Veteran took uncertain step backwards while knowing he would be in bad situation alone. One to three he could take on but seven was too much. And he was certain there were even more around the area. “Fine. I’ll back off.” He stated out while still doing his best to uphold his composure. He narrowed his gaze while giving last words: “For now.”

The guards snorted and smirked. They clearly knew to have won this round. The ones in the room weren’t too happy for the fight to have been avoided but they returned deeper into the room. The duo by the door calmed down a bit before giving him a shooing action.

Legend scowled and turned away. He knew the mask was there but the information he gained definitely wasn’t what he had waited for. Unwillingly, he left the area as calmly as he could. If he had been a King at some point, he needed to get things done correctly. And for that, much to his displease, he needed to include the rest of the Chain.

The Veteran took out the magic of the Pegasus Boots once he was once again out of sight. Then he dashed as fast as he could back to the cottage of his but he stopped long before being in sight. He put the magic off and caught his breath before walking calmly back to his counterpart’s home.

“Got things cleared?” Wild queried the second the Specialist entered the house.

“No. Gotta try tomorrow again.” Legend replied with a sigh. He glanced around the room to check on whom of his brothers were in the main area of the place. “Where’s the Old Man?” He inquired after noticing that everyone else was there but not their leader.

“Taking a walk in the forest. Why? Something wrong?” Warriors replied while getting worried at the clear uncertainty of the Veteran.

“Maybe, maybe not.” The Hero with most quests done half sighed and slumped down to the chair next to the table. He kept frowning while trying to figure out how to clear things off without giving out too much. He felt like they were being watched which made him be far more careful with his words. Suddenly he grinned a bit and began to sign.

“I don’t know why but it feels important to keep Time out of knowing what I’m going to reveal next.” Legend started after having shown everyone to get close to him. “I feel like we’re being watched. The less we speak aloud, the better.”

“Why can’t we tell Time?” Wind inquired worriedly.

“I don’t know but it’s important. All I can tell is that I have a feeling he’ll be having very important part in getting everything done right.” Legend replied uncertainly. “Majora’s Mask is missing. And I know where it is but I can’t get inside. I need you guys to infiltrate the place while I provide a distraction at the front door.” He planned out as swiftly as he could while being unaware of when their oldest brother would return.

“Majora’s Mask? As in the Demon that terrorized Termina? As in the one Time faced at there?” Twilight asked and the house’s owner simply nodded. “I think we should let Time in on this. That’s a beast he knows and is capable of facing.”

“I know but Time keeps telling us to follow the feelings we have.” Legend pointed out as firmly as he could. “And my feelings tell me that he needs to be kept out of the loop.”

“What’s the place we need to go through?” Four inquired while not liking of the situation but understanding where his brother’s reasons came from.

“A Temple. I’ll show it to you tomorrow.” The Veteran replied. “Once we reach it, stay out of sight and get inside. The people at there are Hyrule’s knights. Try not to start a fight with them. They’re innocent. Mind controlled.” He explained while hoping his notions were right.

“What are we going to search for once inside?” Sky asked while hoping the Master Sword would lead his way at there.

“I’m not sure. Anything that’s evil and needing to be taken down.” Legend replied with a shrug. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out once you see it.” The Chain nodded and after that scattered off to their own business around the house. Wild returned to handle the meal while he stayed by the table. He needed to plan things right to get things done correctly.

Within ten minutes or so Time returned to the house. “Got things handled?” He straight off asked and the Specialist shook his head.

“Nah, things didn’t go well enough. Gotta try again tomorrow.” Legend replied and felt grateful when the Chain’s leader simply nodded without asking questions.

At the next day the eight Links left the house early. The Veteran had used the Pegasus Boots earlier but this time he couldn’t rely into such magic. They needed to do things slower which turned hour’s run into two hour walk.

Unlike his brothers, the Veteran had left his main weapons back to his counterpart’s home. All he really had was Ravio’s Bracelet, hidden knife and several different rings. He wasn’t there to start a fight, only to keep the guards and knights occupied for the time being. Yet, he didn’t want to be entirely unarmed either as yesterday’s threat was something he wasn’t going to take lightly.

“Came back for more?” A new guard queried with a smirk as the Specialist approached the front door as calmly as he could. His brothers had already separated into two groups and were rounding the area in search of a way in. “We’re not letting you in. You should know this already.”

“I’m going to get through here one way or the other.” Legend replied while knowing he was putting himself into one hell of a danger.

“No, you won’t.” The other guard stated out firmly while pointing a sword at their intruder of sorts.

“What? You gonna attack an unarmed man here?” The Veteran queried while crossing his arms over his chest and raising an eyebrow. Yet, he soon shrugged. “No witnesses, though. So, do your worst.” He challenged while narrowing his gaze.

The guards glanced at each other bit surprised before already smirking. Other one of them gave a signal and the knights in the room came to the doorway. “We’ll give you one hell of a lesson. One that will keep you away from here.” One of the new guys told as he and the ones at the room came out.

Legend backed away to give them all the needed space to leave the first room of the Temple. He saw his brothers sneaking towards the entrance of the place from different sides. It was clear they hadn’t found a way in which meant this was the only entrance they’d have. With the notion of the Temple’s guards and knights in the Weapon Specialist, the six Links quickly entered the place.

“Alright, guys, let’s have some fun.” A knight of Hyrule told while taking off his weapons. The others followed his actions and soon all the ten guards and knights had was their armors. The Veteran looked around uncertainly as the group slowly surrounded him. He was grateful of his brothers having gotten inside before any of the men would have noticed them.

“Last I checked the throne belonged to Princess Zelda.” The Specialist commented as calmly as he could. The men around him snorted and laughed.

“She’s incompetent. This kingdom deserves someone strong.” One of the knights stated out.

Legend’s gaze narrows at such claims. “Where. Is. She.” He snarled the words while readying himself for the battle. This hadn’t been the plan but, hopefully, he could keep his ground long enough to let the Chain check around far enough to get full knowledge of the situation at hand.

“Not here for certain.” One of the men replied while twitching and being very eager for the fight. It seemed like these guys hadn’t had much of action lately and the Chain’s most experienced dungeon crawler was better than nothing at the moment.

“Maybe not even around this kingdom either.” Another one barked out with a laughter.

“Haven’t seen her since the new king rose to throne.” Third knight informed with slight frown. Yet, he soon shook that off and returned his notion into the upcoming fight at hand.

As Legend looked around the group surrounding him, he was even more certain of them being under some kind of controlling magic. They weren’t the enemy. They just were bad lucked people whom ended up being too weak minded to fight the magic. Yet, he scratched that last part of his line off. He had seen his own brothers fall under control magic and THEY certainly had strong enough minds to fight something like that. Still, he shuddered as he recalled that last time one of them had fallen.

It had been Time. A Wizzrobe, in midst of the battle, had snuck up on him and struck hard. He had fallen to his knees with a scream. The beasts suddenly turned their notion into him and attacked. He and the rest of the Chain had done their best to get through the beasts that were trying to tear their oldest brother to shreds.

Suddenly the one eyed male had screamed and some kind of force field had sent several dozen of the closest bests flying. He stood up slowly while opening both of his eyes. One was dark golden and other light golden due to the lack of sight in there. He looked once around the eight Links before closing his eyes. “NO.” It was simple word but stated out with such command and rage. He just stood still and flinched every now and then as an internal battle was clearly going on within him.

“Sprite. How can we help?” Warriors had begged and moved slowly closer. “Please, talk to us.” He had pleaded while hesitating about whether or not to touch his little brother. But Time hadn’t replied. He just stood still and fought a battle they couldn’t see or aid with. Yet, they were capable of keeping the other beasts at bay and deal with them.

Eventually Time had screamed and crumbled to the ground. The Wizzrobe was scowling above him while readying an attack magic. “Fucking bastard.” It snarled in rage as it hadn’t been able to force its vessel to attack the Heroes. Yet, before it could strike with the magic, three arrows already struck into the wizard monster. Those were soon followed by the attacks of enraged Chain of Heroes.

The Veteran wished he had equally strong mind as his oldest brother had. Yet, he wasn’t certain if that was the case. He felt like there had been more to the situation and to the fact of him having not attacked them.

The Specialist recalled that one case when Hyrule had been under mind control magic. The youngster had fled. And fought only when he had been cornered. After things had been cleared he had been devastated of how things had gone. Yet, no-one blamed him for the situation.

The Hero of Legend sighed heavily inwardly as he understood everyone reacting differently into mind controlling magic. It also depending so much on the strength, way of getting struck with it and whom or what cast the spell. Not to mention about what was being forced to be done and what words were being whispered within one’s own mind.

While the Link with weapon or an item for pretty much anything was distracted by his own mind and understanding of the situation, the knights and guards took their chance and attacked. It was a brutal way to snap him back into the situation at hand as the fist collided with his face. It was followed by a kick to leg which crashed him to the ground. Another punch to face and he was laying on the grass.

Legend fought back while knowing his attacks weren’t much of use as he couldn’t attack the torso due to the armor. All he could strike were arms and legs at the moment. And that didn’t do much of good while being so fully overpowered. In the end he could only try to protect himself and take the beating.

It took a while but eventually the group had enough. They left the youngster half conscious onto the ground and returned to their posts. Unlike Time, the Veteran had no idea of how much time had passed by now. He had told to the others to take only couple of hours in checking and return out of there after that. He needed to keep the notion of the Temple’s guardians until the seven others got out of there.

So, Legend forced himself to sit up and took out a red potion. He drank half of it while not being happy of having to diminish his currently small supply of healing aids. Once the work of the magical drink had ended, he put the bottle back for later usage and stood up. “How about another round since you fools took the cheap shot?” He called out while approaching the Temple’s entrance.

The guards of the place snorted but they smirked and approached their persistent guest. Other one of the two showed for the other eight to follow and soon they had surrounded the Specialist once again. This time, though, he had a chance to fight back. Nonetheless, he still was entirely outnumbered and soon he was left beaten onto the ground. Once the ten had moved far enough, he shakily took the other half of the potion and waited for a while for it to work. After that he stood up and went to face the group again.

Over and over again Legend went to face the ten guards and knights. And each time he ended up losing the fight. He suspected that the group left him conscious as they waited for him to leave by his own two feet.

Eventually, after having used the last red potion he had, the Veteran finally left the area. The Chain had managed to sneak out of the Temple. He had been just barely able to show to them not to come for his aid since that wasn’t the plan.

“Found anything?” Legend queried once he had gotten back together with his brothers.

“Didn’t wait for you to get your ass kicked to keep their notion.” Warriors replied bit roughly. He sent a glare at the people guarding the Temple while very much wishing of going to there and returning the favor.

“Wasn’t exactly the plan but it kept the busy.” The Hero with most quests done replied with a shrug. Yet, he winced a bit since the further things had gone, the less of the damage was healed. Or, at least those were left into painful bruises instead of being of danger to his life. “Anyway, tell me. What you found?”

“It’s a maze.” Sky answered and shook his head. “Locked doors, long corridors and lots of stairs downwards. It’ll take more than couple of hours to get through.”

“We either need a map or knowledge of right directions.” Four commented while trying to put together the roads they had so far taken. Wild had worked with his Slate and drawn the map out of everyone’s explanations.

“Well, those guys aren’t going to help on that one.” Legend stated out with slight deadpan voice. “Besides, the Temple’s new. I haven’t gone through it during any of my quests.”

“Maybe not on your quest but maybe your counterpart might’ve.” Twilight told with a slight frown. “Might be a good idea to check on your counterpart’s place for a map and info.” He suggested and the Specialist nodded slowly.

“I’ll check on the castle’s library.” Four decided before bit sighing. “Assuming I’m let to enter and they have one of such.”

“If they don’t let you in, there’s a hidden road to the castle on right side. A drop so you won’t be getting out of there through the same way.” Legend explained while feeling like that still held true even for this timeline. He told as much as he could while reminding that things might be different to how things were for his timeline than to this era’s Hero.

With the plans made, the Chain headed back to the cottage. Four left different way to try his luck with the castle. The Veteran kept Hyrule from healing him which the half-fairy wasn’t too happy. “Gotta give the Old Man something in a way of apology of sorts. So, yeah, I’ll let him fuss over me for now.” He told with a slight grin even though he was feeling bad for worrying Time.

The one eyed male wasn’t happy of the situation to say the least. He was up for putting the Traveler to handle the fixations but with Legend declining from that, it left him with dealing the situation. And, eventually, he had created something the fairies had taught to him. The blue salve with hint of purple had the effect of soothing and relaxing which eventually, with the Chain’s leader also providing a massage to go with it, got the youngster to fall asleep.

Third day rose and the Chain of eight Heroes were bit more ready this time around. The Smithy had found information and the Veteran had found a map. It didn’t cover all of the roads but still most of them. Each of the eight had a copy of the map as they returned to the Temple. And, as they’d go through the place, they’d add into the picture the road they chose. On that way they could create even more into the already existing map and later on put them together to get more of the place figured out.

This time, though, with couple of other ways into the room found through the map, Legend wasn’t going to just create a diversion at the doorway. He was going to go inside and see the entrance for himself. A strong feeling was telling that it was the road he needed to take if he wished to reach his destination.

Once the eight Heroes reached the vicinity of the Temple, the Specialist gave his brothers a moment to reach the couple of different roads into the place. After that, while having all of his weapons along this time around, he made his way towards the guards at the door of the structure he needed to infiltrate with his brothers. The two knights slowly drew their weapons while frowning at the approaching youngster.

Soon enough the Hero with most experience with dungeons was already running. He drew out his Tempered Sword and activated his two Strength Rings. The guards at the door took a stance and readied to for the attack. One took up for blocking while the other decided to go for countering. Neither waited to be struck through the double doors and into the room.

Legend didn’t stop. He ran past the duo whom were laying on the floor bit baffled and took a swift check around. All eight of the group were in that room and quite startled of the breach. Yet, they were quick to draw out their weapons and attack.

The Veteran had no intentions of fighting this time around. He moved closer to the ones coming from his left and ducked beneath their attacks. Right after that he moved past the gap between the knights. He had seen a doorway leading deeper into the place and the feeling of needing to go there was strong.

The shouts and commands were going behind the Specialist as he dashed into the hallway. He felt the Ravio’s Bracelet respond to something. It took him a moment to recall the feeling from some of the Temples and dungeons he had gone through after gaining the item. It reacted to cracks in the walls as those led a way forward. A road into somewhere he needed to go.

Link with Dark World form of a rabbit started to look around in search of the needed pathway. He followed the feeling as swiftly as he could while knowing it wouldn’t take long before the guards and knights would catch him. Just when he found the thin hole in the wall and was about to strike the bracelet against the wall, one of the guards yanked him backwards.

Legend fought and tried to pull himself free from the hold but he wasn’t dragged backwards. No, he was being tossed away from the road forward and right in front of one of the armored men. Before he had a chance to scramble up to his feet, he was yanked and thrown again. The knights and guards had placed themselves well into the hallway as eventually he ended up back into the entrance room of the Temple.

The Hero with a pink streak in his front hair screamed as he crashed through a window. He growled in pain when he impacted with the ground and got some of the glass shards pushed deeper. “And stay the fuck out of here!” One of the guards shouted in rage.

Without potions in his use anymore, the Veteran wasn’t exactly in the best of condition. He had gotten the knowledge he needed but reaching the area where the feeling was leading him to was entirely another thing. He groaned as he forced himself up to his feet. He gave a swift glare at the guards by the door before turning away from there and heading back to the house that belonged to his counterpart.

Time was entirely freaked out when one of his boys came back bleeding and weak with glass shards in his back, arms and legs. He was swift in starting to work on getting the sharp objects out and heal the wounds. Legend told about his attempts of having tried to enter a Temple and how those had gone.

The Chain’s leader offered over and over again to help but he was shot down with each turn. He understood the mission his boy had chosen but the way it was being handled didn’t seem wise in any of way. Yet, even though he was the leader of the group of Heroes, there was very little he could do when all eight with him kept telling he needed to stay put. And so, all he could do at the next day, was to stay at the house and wait…

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The one eyed male felt like going stir-crazy. He could pace around only so much while quite well doing nothing. Yet, the bigger problem was the fact that he was worried sick for his boys. He just couldn’t understand why his aid hadn’t been accepted and why he wasn’t told more than very small tidbits of things. And even all that felt like it was just words that meant nothing and explained even less.

Suddenly, after ten hours, thirty-three minutes and ten seconds from the Chain having woke up to head to the Temple again, something changed. The oldest Link could feel the magic that was gathering into the house and he felt like needing to get out of there. Yet, before he had a chance to act on that thought, a being appeared out of nowhere right into middle of the living room.

Time gasped and staggered up to his feet from the chair and backed away by couple of steps. The slight scraping sound from the Biggoron Sword’s tip did against the floor by its wielder’s actions got the thing to snap its golden eyes into him. “Majora…” He whispered in shock but something felt off.

Before the Chain’s leader had a chance to take a better check on his enemy from Termina or figure out his own feelings considering the unexpected situation, the creature attacked. It didn’t have hands but long tentacles. The face was covered with the Majora’s Mask. The body resembled the Demon’s but there were minor differences within the patterns around the lithe being’s frame.

The tentacle was struck fast and hard. Time brought the sword up to block the attack but the impact send him flying. He growled as he crashed through the window but he refused to stay in the ground after gasping at the impact with the solid surface of outside world. He simply used the speed and somersaulted backwards back to his feet. He backed away from the house while keeping his gaze fully fixed into Majora.

The Demon almost floated out of the house through the shattered window. Its gaze was fixed into the one eyed male. “Fierce?” Time called out while knowing he’s having better chances now than when he had been a ten year old kid. Nonetheless, he’d still rather rely on the God of Protection’s aid with this fight as they won together back then.

“Go for it.” The Deity replied without hesitation. He wasn’t going to point out that Legend had lied about the Demon’s mask. He didn’t even mention that getting it back was probably the reason he had kept the Old Man out of the loop.

The one eyed male swiftly took out the mask of Fierce Deity and put it on. He screamed in agony as mortal body changed into that of a divine being. Once the scream subsided and Fierce stood in Time’s place, the one being made out of two locked his gaze into Majora. He struck the Biggoron Sword into the ground before drawing out Double Helix from thin air. Not waiting for the enemy to make the first move, he already dashed forward and swung the double-handed blade.

Majora avoided the strike by a backflip. Fierce followed and struck again only for the Demon to keep avoiding. “Change roads! I can’t let this battle destroy the apple trees! Those are Legend’s retirement plan!” Time half shouted when he realized where they were heading. The Deity inwardly nodded and moved more to left to force the enemy to change its road.

Once in a wider area, Majora finally attacked. The divine Hylian ducked beneath the first attack and struck against the other. The tentacle didn’t cut off as he had thought. Instead, the impact got him to stagger backwards bit startled. “This is not how we faced him before.” He commented while avoiding the returning tentacle and standing on defense.

“Not our era either.” Time reminded before bit frowning. “The markings are wrong. Even the colors are different.” He pointed out until already gulping in slight fear.

“Empowered by the black blood?” Fierce suggested while not liking that idea even one bit.

“I don’t know. Something feels off.” The Chain’s leader replied while trying to figure out the unconscious notions he had so far done. He and the Deity avoided the tentacles again by ducking low. While the long vines of sorts were moving and trying to return in time, the duo in one dashed forward and attacked. They gasped as the body of Majora opened up from the blade’s way and closed after it.

The entirely unexpected action gave the being with the Demon from Termina’s false markings a chance to strike back. A new tentacle was created faster than one could blink and it struck forward from the creature’s chest. Fierce-Link had no time or chance to avoid as the thing hit through his armor from front and behind while impaling his right shoulder.

The divine being with two lives within him screamed in agony. He growled as the tentacle moved back towards the Majora lookalike until its tip was inside the God of Protection’s shoulder. Right after that he screamed again as the beast started to suck his life out.

“NO!” The oldest Link screamed the moment he realized the situation. He forced Fierce’s body to move and grabbed the tentacle. He called out Ice Magic and froze the thing to its core. The beast screeched as part of its tentacle got too cold for it to stand. Once the area before the shoulder was fragile for breaking, Time forced the Deity to strike his hand through it.

The moment they were free from the hold, the Chain’s leader forced the body up and to back away. He grabbed the tentacle and yanked it out while fearing how much of control the fake-Majora still had over it. Yet, instead of just throwing it away, he called out Din’s Fire and burned the thing to ashes.

“That’s not Majora.” The one eyed male stated out firmly. “And I’m not letting it try and take your life.” He told before already bringing his hand to the edge of the mask. “Please.” He nearly begged and Fierce sighed in defeat while aiding to pull the wooden item off of their face.

After the scream and slight staggering, Time straight off pocketed the mask. The Double Helix was gone from his hold and Biggoron Sword was bit too far for him to go and grab it. Yet, he had managed to land a hit once so he could do it again. He just needed to grab a hold of the tentacles and freeze them.

For a while the fight seemed to have turned to his favor as he managed to avoid the tentacles and take a hold of them as they moved past him. He froze and struck the pieces off of the Demon-wannabe. For a while he even though he could win before he would overdo his own magic.

That was when the Majora’s counterpart of sorts brought out more tentacles. Fierce, Darmani III, Mikau and Dextri tried their best to aid but they were ghosts and not having a solid form without someone using their mask. They tried to anticipate the next attacks and give out warnings as swiftly as possible. It worked for a while before the beast brought out even more of those tentacles.

Time screamed whenever the tentacles struck into his body. Those strong impacts broke his bones and struck him roughly into the ground. Eventually the enemy impaled the Chain’s leader through his stomach. Yet, that was only to keep him down as another tentacle already followed its companion and pierced through his heart.

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This time around Legend didn’t face the guards and knights of the Temple. He let Twilight lure the ten soldiers away from the door and out of the room while he snuck from side inside the place. Once there he simply gave a nod to his brother until dashing into the corridor. He searched out the crack swiftly until already striking Ravio’s Bracelet against the wall and turning into a painting. After that, as he didn’t want to wait and see if the protectors of the entrance would have heard the metallic clang, he straight off went through the fissure and started to head further into the enemy stronghold.

The Veteran was running down the hallways and going through every crack his bracelet gave notion of. The feeling was getting stronger but he knew there always was a chance of taking the wrong turn while trying to find the right place. Yet, as he just pulled himself off of the wall once again, he suddenly gasped in pain and stared wide-eyed at the floor.

The Specialist slowly and unwillingly turned his gaze into his left hand. He was shaking in fright as he already knew what had happened. “No… Dear Goddesses, please, no…” He begged quietly before gasping as he saw slight piece of the Golden Triangle’s right corner being dim. He crashed to his knees before wrapping his arms around himself and hanging his head. “This wasn’t supposed to happen. You weren’t supposed to die.” He mumbled while starting to cry. What was the reason of handling this mission anymore if one of his brothers was gone?

“Legend.” The firm call of the expert of dungeon crawling’s name got him to snap his shocked gaze up. He stared wide-eyed and almost terrified at the ghost not far from him. “I’m not entirely dead yet.” Time told while wanting to pour out all of his anger about having been lied to, held outside crucial information and having not been warned about the battle with Majora-lookalike. Yet, he knew now wasn’t the time for any of that.

“T-Time…?” Legend called with broken voice. “I-I… I-I’m so sorry! You weren’t supposed to die!” He nearly shouted while feeling entirely like he himself had taken the Hero of Time’s life.

“Shut it!” The one eyed male’s ghost snapped and his boy flinched at that which got him to feel bit bad about the situation. “We don’t have time for this. You need to follow me. I know where the beast’s core is. The quicker we reach the area, the more certainly I’ll still survive.”

“W-what do you mean?” The Specialist queried while shakily standing up.

“Just move!” The Chain’s leader barked before already half floating, half dashing down the corridor. Legend ran after him while putting the Pegasus Boots magic on to stick to his oldest brother’s speed. “My body’s dead but Fierce, Darmani III, Mikau and Dextri are doing their best to keep me in this realm. The beast I faced with Fierce is not Majora.”

“It’s not?” Legend half queried before almost stumbling as Time shot him a glare for interrupting him.

“No, it’s not.” The Old Man’s spectre replied before pointing to a gap in the wall. Right after that he moved through the solid wall and waited impatiently for his boy to get through. “I don’t know what the thing is but it stole Hero’s Spirit from me. The thing needs to be destroyed for that to be freed and returned to me. After that Hyrule can heal my body and bring me back to life.” He explained as well as he could.

Legend listened carefully and nodded in understanding. He followed his leader without hesitation while using all he could to stick to his speed. He nearly stumbled when the Old Man gave one simple command: “Grab that!” He didn’t think twice as he snatched a green orb from the wall. Yet, as it renewed his magic and strength, he almost stumbled in start. Nonetheless, he was more than grateful of the refill on his magic as it allowed him to keep the speedy boots on and keep following the ghost of his oldest brother.

“Never thought I’d end up being a Ghost Guide.” Time chuckled after a while of silence. “Followed two so far in my quests but this…” He shook his head before slowing down into a stop and getting serious. “Through that crack and head to left. The beast is at the end of the corridor.” He told firmly.

“You’re not going to aid me in the battle?” The Veteran half requested.

The Chain’s leader sighed heavily and shook his head. “This is as close I can get to it.” He told before looking upwards into the ceiling. “Besides, I gotta lead the others to the two crucial pieces of the creature. With them gone, you can land the death blow. Plus, I need to get Hyrule and Warriors over to my actual body.” He explained bit sorrowfully.

“Alright.” Legend nodded firmly before taking a deep breath. “I’ll see you soon.” He told with a weak grin. “Hopefully with you in the book of living.”

“Only if things happen fast enough.” Time commented with a grin. “Go. I’ll lead the others.” He commanded and flew up through the ceiling to find the rest of the Chain.

The Specialist struck the Ravio’s Bracelet into the wall and went swiftly through the crack before already pushing himself out of the surface again. He ran and skidded into a stop at the doorway of the room he needed to enter. The creature was crouched in middle of the room with a slight golden aura around it. In its cupped hands was the missing piece of the Chain’s leader’s Hero’s Spirit.

Legend narrowed his gaze and drew out his sword. He screamed and attacked fast and hard against something that had similar colors to Majora’s mask but looked horrifyingly lot like a ReDead. The beast stood up slowly and screeched but its opponent was too raged to really register the blood-chilling sound.

The Hero with most quests done put absolutely everything into that battle. He drew out different Rods, he used the magics he had learned, he used all weapons in his possession until finding the combination for Ice. He didn’t care if he’d exhaust himself as long as he’d take this beast down with him.

Legend avoided, blocked and countered anything the being struck his way. He froze every single tentacle he came into vicinity of.  He wanted to revenge what this thing had done to his oldest brother and he would take it no matter what or how he’d do it.

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Wild hadn’t entered the Temple as he chose to keep eye on the place’s vicinity and the ten guardians of it. He couldn’t fully see all of them but he did see the doorway leading deeper into the place. And so far none of the mind controlled soldiers of Hyrule had approached the road. Things were being very calm on his end of the plan.

Suddenly the Champion felt the same pain he had had back when the three Champions of Hyrule had died in their Divine Beasts. The same pain that had threatened to overwhelm him when Twilight had almost died by the Dark Lizalfos that had turned into Iron Knuckle. He gasped in agony and brought his hand over his heart before snapping his gaze towards the way where Legend’s counterpart’s home was.

Shakily the master archer took out his Slate and called Wind. He forced himself to ease out his breathing so that he could function. Just like before during those four situations. The moment the connection was on, he stood up bit wobbly. “Wind, I’m going back to the house. Something’s happened to Time.” He simply stated out and cut the call before the youngest Hero could reply.

Right after that the Chain’s primary cook ran. He didn’t have any speed giving elixirs along as he had used the last one several portals ago and hadn’t had a chance to create more. He wasn’t as good as his oldest brother when it came to going from tree to tree so he couldn’t use that either. But, he did notice something else. High ground.

While heading to right direction, Wild climbed up until already jumping off the ledge. He deployed the Paraglider and moved through the forest from high above the tree tops. It cut the needed time of traveling quite a much and he managed to use few updrafts which he saw the birds knowing of to keep to the air longer than he would’ve otherwise.

The over hundred years old youngster gasped and narrows his gaze when he saw the lithe being with tentacles as arms at the yard of his brother’s counterpart’s place. As he put the Paraglider off to get into speedy approach, he noticed the melting, glistering ice around some cut off tentacles. That gave him the idea of taking out his Ice Arrows instead of just normal ones.

The creature with Majora’s mask never saw the attack coming as the three projectiles already struck into its back. The beast screeched as the ice overtook its body and slowed it down. Two more followed swiftly the first ones and froze the legs until one more struck into the head.

Wild took the Paraglider out for a short moment to land safely. Right after that he already dashed towards the monster and attacked with a sword. He cut the thing to pieces while coming between the Chain’s leader and the enemy. “Pull the tentacles out. We can keep him alive until more help arrives.” Fierce said when he turned around to see the situation behind him.

The Champion simply nodded and did as he was told. Once the things were out, he froze and destroyed them. The cracking of ice got him to turn his notion back into the shattered main body of the Majora. He gasped as the frozen confinements blew up and threw glistering, bluish pieces all around. The thing slithered back together and stood up.

The master archer didn’t think as he already shot more Ice Arrows at the thing. He froze the beast all over again and dashed to break it into as many parts as he could. “You can’t beat it like that. Its core isn’t within the body.” Darmani III told while watching the situation.

“The others will handle that part. I’m just here to keep that thing from attacking Time again.” Wild nearly growled back. “And I’ll keep freezing and shattering it as many times as needed.” He swore while hoping he wouldn’t run out of arrows.

“Just keep it frozen.” Mikau suggested. “It can do nothing in that state and you don’t need to use so many arrows.”

The Chain’s cook nodded and calmed down a bit. He made sure the ground was frozen beneath the thing so it wouldn’t have a chance to try and escape that way. Whenever the ice started to crack, he struck with new Ice Arrow into there and froze the being to its nonexistent core of the body.

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Hyrule stumbled and fell to the floor. “Dear Fairies of this world…” He mumbled in shock. He shakily raised his left hand up to see the lighted mark of Triforce of Courage having part of it dark. “This can’t be happening.” He whispered before closing his eyes and slumping fully. He wrapped his arms around himself while breaking down. “Time fell.” He whispered quietly in Hylian. The magic within him felt painful as it mourned after one of those whom hadn’t been a fairy but had their magic as his own. It was the connection he had had with the Chain’s leader and now it was gone.

Warriors felt his heart shatter and he couldn’t breathe. “S-Sprite…” He mumbled with just barely audible voice while staring wide-eyed ahead and feeling the tears already spill out. When the half-fairy confirmed what he already knew, he fell to the ground. He couldn’t hold back the scream of agony that left from within him.

“Wars. Pixie.” The familiar call brought out a startled gasp out of the two members of the Chain whom had their own connection to the one eyed male. Neither by blood but still stronger than with some of their brothers: Magic and long ago created brotherhood.

 “No… No, please, no… You can’t…. Sprite.” The Chain’s leader’s second-in-command barely whispered with choked voice. All the way until now he had always had a feeling his little brother was alive somewhere but now… Seeing his ghost and having the feeling of having lost the most important person in his life…. He knew he wouldn’t be able to continue forward. Not with this mission nor with the quest. He had lost the reason to live.

“I might be a ghost at the moment but I’m still hanging on to life as we speak.” Time’s ghost told as calmly and softly as he could. The duo gasped in shock while clearly having slight bit of hope inflicted into them. “I need you two to head back. One to aid Fierce and the others to keep me alive and other to aid Wild in keeping my body safe and sound.” He told while trying not to command.

Warriors and Hyrule nodded firmly before the Traveler already turned into a fairy and hid into the Captain’s pocket. Without a glance behind, the war Hero began to backtrack as fast as he could. He didn’t want to see his brother as a ghost any of longer than needed. Plus, he needed to concentrate into his going because he couldn’t afford to lose time by stumbling or crashing with monsters. Speed was the most important thing at the moment.

The half-fairy knew he needed to save his magic and strength to aid Fierce and the others but he also understood the severity of the situation. That was why he tapped into his brother’s magic and used his own like a constant green potion. “I don’t know what you’re doing, Hyrule, and I don’t know if it’s wise but… Thank you.” Warriors simply said while feeling his stamina and strength staying the same even though he was losing both by his running. Luckily, though, this little trick halved the needed time to get back to the house.

“Don’t destroy it!” Wild shouted the moment he saw the duo coming to there. “We just need to keep it frozen and out of causing any harm.” He explained as he noticed the Captain having been up for drawing his sword and shield out.

Hyrule flew out of the war Hero’s pocket when he heard the Champion’s voice. Right after that he zoomed off straight to Time in full fright. He changed forms swiftly and crouched down next to the way too still body of his oldest brother. “Continue from here. We will aid you to keep your magic going.” Fierce told while changing places with the Traveler.

The half-fairy nodded and slowly put his magic into use as the God of Protection shifted his. Hyrule worked with his Healing Magic and, even though he couldn’t keep the heart beating, kept the body alive. Fierce let go of upholding his friend’s survival and empowered the Traveler’s magic so he wouldn’t lose his own while keeping that thin strand between life and death intact. He put his whole notion into holding that strong and pulling more towards life than to death. He counted on Wild and Warriors to keep their enemy enclosed in ice.

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Wind gasped and crashed against the wall on his left when he felt something crack within him. He felt like breaking down and choking on his own tears without really understanding the situation. He looked around swiftly in search of some kind of monster until his Rock of Connection vibrated and chimed with the notion of a call. He shakily took the thing into sight and used bit of his magic to accept the connection to be made. “Wind, I’m going back to the house. Something’s happened to Time.” Wild’s voice told before already cutting the call off. The words took a while for him to register, especially that last line. He slowly raised his gaze up into Twilight.

The Rancher had frozen to his place. He barely breathed as he stared at the floor. “No… It’s not supposed to happen like this. You’re not meant to die like this. Not here. Not now. This isn’t happening.” He kept whispering while fisting his hands. He drew from anger, or rather from rage, and forced himself to raise his gaze back up. He gasped in shock and terror overtook his anger and certainty of things not happening the way they seemed to be going.

“Pirate. Cub.” The ghost of the Chain’s leader called and got the Sailor to turn his notion towards the road they had been going towards. He gasped in shock and stared wide-eyed. He knew he could see ghosts but he had never thought he’d end up seeing a ghost of one of his brothers. “We’re not having much of time. You two need to head forward. Twi, take Wolfie out and sniff for Reekfish. Or, well, scent close to it and follow it. Wind, get on Wolfie’s back since you two need to go fast.”

“Time… What happened? This… This isn’t….” Twilight started while trying not to break.

“No time to explain. The quicker you find your target and take it down, the more chances I have to still survive this. Just run through the fake walls. Don’t worry about them. Just follow the scent.” The one eyed male stated out and nodded sharply to correct road. “Go.”

The duo nodded and the ranch hand swiftly changed forms. The moment Wolfie was there, he already started to search for the right scent. He gave a bark when he caught it and the Sailor swiftly climbed onto the huge canine’s back. They gave glance towards Time but his ghost was already gone. Both wished he had actually gone back to his body as they dashed down the road while following the path set by badly stinking fish.

The predator put his full notion into following the scent and getting to right place. He put some specific questions and confusing things out of his mind while partly wishing Time wouldn’t have the answers when and if he’d eventually ask. Things like how the Old Man knew about Reekfish. Or how he knew that scent would lead to right place. Let alone what they were searching from the Temple in the first place.

Eventually, after long corridors and several staircases, the duo came into a square room. From all eight corners of the area were going very thick reddish purple vines into middle of the room. At there was a huge round and pulsing thing that looked very much like the heart people drew to those that were their heart’s chosen.

Wind got off of Wolfie’s back to let him transform. They moved around the room to get a better check of the situation but the area was entirely empty besides the vines and heart. The duo glanced at each other before already drawing out the swords. They let out their battle screams and attacked the thing. Yet, their strikes were blocked by invisible shield.

The two Heroes changed their tactics and attacked the vines. They cut them off with Twilight dealing the higher being ones and Wind doing swift job with the lower vines. Before they got all vines broken, a nauseous sound of splash was heard and the duo turned around. The heart was on the floor. Both bit hesitated to strike at something oddly hideous but they knew they needed to get it destroyed so they attacked.

Yet, the thing still had a shield up so they continued to cut it free. Only after that they managed to attack the heart shaped piece of their enemy. After several hits, the shield suddenly came back and the heart shot eight tentacles back into the corners while pulling itself back to hang from them.

The Sailor and the Rancher waited for an attack or enemies to appear but neither happened. Instead, they returned to cut the piece free again and attack it afterwards. After eternity felt time, Wind drew out his Hero’s Charm mask. He needed to know if they were actually doing something wrong. “Fucking hell! This shit’s got way too much of life!” He half shouted while getting the thing’s bar of life into sight. “And it regenerates it too.” He grumbled in annoyance.

“So, how do we kill it?” Twilight queried while not seeing the life-bar of their target.

“Just attacking hard. Maybe blow it up or something?” The youngest Hero shrugged before bit gasping. “I think the others found more parts. It just lost bit of life without us doing a thing.”

“Joint attacks.” One of Chain’s main protectors nodded in understanding. “Let’s continue and strike it with all we got.” He stated out and returned to free their target to land their attacks into it. This time, though, once the heart was freed again, they send off Bombs and Bomb Arrows to deal as much of damage as possible. When they ran out of those, Twilight continued with sword while Wind struck with Skull Hammer.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Sky stopped walking with a startled gasp. He brought his right hand up while snapping his gaze into the Triforce. There was a small piece of the Triforce’s right corner’s triangle without golden light. He closed his eye and concentrated hard into the Hero’s Spirit the nine of them shared. He knew he could identify the one in danger if he just tried hard enough.

Four stumbled like he would’ve been struck hard into chest. He looked down but he saw no damage in there but he could feel the pain in his heart. “The hell was that?! Just calm down, let’s figure this out. Someone got hurt! Someone got hurt real bad! A guess on whom it is can easily be brought out.” The feelings within him raged swift and hard. The thoughts were almost disorientated and he slowly reached for his sword to split.

“Four. Sky.” The calm and very familiar voice of a person whom shouldn’t have been in there in the first place, got the duo to slowly turn their notion towards it. Both started to tremble as they saw the almost see-though ghost of their Chain’s leader. “I’m running out of time so you two need to be swift.” He told as calmly as he could. “Follow me. Don’t fear to run through the fake walls.” He stated out before already turning around and floating off to lead them.

The Chosen Hero and the Smithy glanced at each other once in near fright before dashing after the one eyed male. “Time! What the hell’s happened!?” The shortest Hero shouted out the questions while trying to stick to his oldest brother’s speed and yet making sure his alive being brother stayed along.

“I died.” Time replied while, unwillingly, slowing his going to keep both of his boys along.

Four almost groaned at that answer. “Obviously.” He grumbled with a deadpan voice. “Could’ve given an actual answer and not your usual mysteries.”

“More running, less whining.” The ghost of the oldest Link said with a slight grin while giving a swift check behind him. “The quicker you two are to right place, the more certainly I still can survive.” He told out and that got Sky to force himself to speed up. Stamina or no stamina, the Chosen Hero was not going to lose one of his brothers due to being too slow.

The alive being two Heroes wanted answers but they needed to concentrate into staying along with their Ghost Guide. It was bit freaky to watch their leader float while being nearly see-through. Yet, for now, they forced that feeling off and concentrated into the task ahead of them.

After a long while Time finally stopped. “Down the hall and to right. I can’t come closer than this.” He told bit sorrowfully. “Be swift and land strong strikes.” He advised as the duo moved past him. They simply nodded and continued to run so they’d reach their enemy as fast as possible.

Soon enough they entered a room which had a huge column of purple and red in middle of the room. In the middle of the thing was a spiked ball which was vibrating and very slowly pulsing. There were four thick electrical lines going from the walls into the ball. The lines were slowly moving clockwise while seemingly acting like life supporters of sorts.

“How do we take that down?” Four queried while realizing he was too low to actually land a hit and Sky too high so he was in danger of getting struck by the electrical lines.

“You fight, I keep the electricity off.” Sky replied while drawing out the Master Sword. He had controlled a lightning’s electricity before but he wasn’t certain he’d manage on this one. It didn’t feel like magic or natural creation.

Four hesitated while trying to figure the situation out. He was too short but maybe, if he split, he could have two of him to attack while being on other two’s shoulders. “I’m too short to reach so I need some extra to land a strike.” He half whispered and raised an eyebrow when his brother flinched a bit. Clearly he hadn’t thought about the height problem in the situation. “I got this. Just deal the electricity off.” He assured calmly while drawing out the Four Swords.

Sky gasped when suddenly, after a bright flash, there were four of his brother. There were so many questions going through his head but he shook them out and turned his notion into the situation. He took a deep breath and raised his sword to catch the soundless electricity gathered into the sacred blade.

The moment the weapon touched the beam, the Skyloftian Knight gasped and backed away. “It… It’s not….” He stammered while staring bit freaked out at the room.

“Sky? What’s wrong?” One of the Four’s colors asked worriedly. They were currently planning on who would go to whose shoulders to attack.

“It’s not electricity. It’s…” Sky started before trailing off with a gulp. He glanced at his Triforce mark and gripped the hilt even tighter. “That thing is stealing Time’s life.” He growled while having been very close of throwing in the curse words he had heard his brothers use.

“What?” One color of the Chain’s smith queried quite startled. Yet, as the words sank in, each of them were more than willing to take the thing down. “Break that connection.” Another one growled while already climbing up to third one’s shoulders.

The Chosen Hero nodded and entered the room again while raising the blade skyward. He flinched a bit as he felt the connection but he didn’t pull off. As the beam moved past, it was cut off. Sky didn’t wait. He kept the sword raised and ran counter-clockwise to cut the beams off.

With the safety the Skyloftian was giving by keeping the beams off, four Fours moved in as swiftly as they could. They started by slashing and stabbing with the sword but once their taller brother had moved off the way, they all switched into Bombs and Bomb Arrows to deal as much of damage as fast as possible.

When the beams suddenly reappeared and began to move other way, Sky quickly took out the Master Sword and began to cut them off. The two pairs of Fours swiftly attacked the thing when the first beam was away. After all four were cleared, they again went for stronger strikes. Once they ran out of any explosives, Sky struck with the Blade of Evil’s Bane while the Fours went for all four elements of the nature. Fire, Water, Wind and Earth were all struck while still attacking with their swords. They tried to combine them to find even stronger attack.

When Water and Wind were combined to create Ice, they finally found a way to attack hard. They froze the column the spiked orb was on and struck the thing out of there onto the floor. Next they turned the spikes into ice and broke those pieces apart. Little by little, layer at a time, they made their way towards the thing’s core.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Time was unable to aid his brothers in their battles. When the tentacle had struck him to the ground for the first time and he had felt the attempt of stealing his life, he understood his part in the Chain’s plan. He was certain it hadn’t been what the eight had thought or even wanted to happen. Nonetheless, he knew he had to die.

The one eyed male had, as the unwanted connection between him and the monster had been created, gained the knowledge of what kind of hellish maze the Temple was and how deep and wide the roads would take. There was no chances the Chain would reach their destinations without someone guiding them. And to do that, he needed to set his Spirit free.

The Chain’s leader couldn’t afford Fierce to risk his life so he took the mask off with the Deity’s acceptance. Yet, he hadn’t waited for the creature to strike hard and steal not just his life-force but also the Hero’s Spirit. That had hurt far more than anything else in his life. Hell, he was ready to even let a Dead Hand bite him than feel anything like this ever again.

It had been quite a shock to the oldest Link when he stood up and looked at his own body. He recoiled backwards and feeling nauseous but he had something extremely important to handle. “I wasn’t up for losing them but I never thought they’d end up losing me.” He thought bit sorrowfully before turning his gaze into the four ghosts with him. They nodded almost in unison and Time took once a deep breath, closed his eye and let his feeling guide him. When he opened his eye again, he saw Legend.

One by one, the Old Man met with his boys and either sent them off to right road or guided them forward. He tried to ignore and push out of his mind the knowledge he was being given as death broke all barriers. And yet, the images and knowledge just forced itself into his awareness.

He saw Legend desperately wanting to mourn after his uncle but not having the time as he needed to save Princess Zelda. He saw Warriors break down the day he fully understood to have lost his little brother no matter how he tried to uphold some hope of him either being safe and sound, or, better yet, meeting with him again someday. He saw Hyrule covering from monsters in a small hiding place, not in the condition of facing them and with one line going through his head over and over again: “They want my blood. They want my blood.” He saw Wind running after a gigantic bird and screaming out threats and curses as it kidnapped his little sister. He saw Twilight wanting to let the wolf within him free but being way too terrified about the people seeing and attacking the canine. He saw Sky screaming after Sun and desperately trying to jump after her when the unexpected gust of wind knocked her down into the Surface at the beginning of his quest. He saw Four desperately trying to stay intact as he lost Shadow into the broken mirror that fueled Vaati’s power. He saw Wild hating himself for having failed to take down Calamity Ganon hundred years ago.

There was so much more but those were the regrets the Chain’s leader’s boys had the strongest. Situations they hadn’t been able to fix. Some were dealt with at later time but some were still haunting them. They were things he wanted to help them with but he couldn’t do that without revealing of having gained the information without their acceptance.

Once all five boys of Time’s were at the right place and fighting the battles they needed to face, he had returned back to his body. He nodded to his ghost friends whom were soul-bound into their masks before sitting down beside his body. He had already used quite a bit of his energy to aid the ones below the ground so he wasn’t able to let the trio by him to see him at the moment.

About two hours after Hyrule and Warriors had come to the one eyed male’s body, the ghost of his gasped in pain. He scrunched his eye shut for a while before exhaling softly and falling limp. The frozen monster at the yard had exploded into black smoke as its main parts had been taken down. Only a second later after losing his consciousness, he already inhaled sharply and growled in pain. He barely heard the worried and freaked out shouts from the three boys of his by him. Yet, the more important part was that he felt the ground shake beneath him. He knew exactly what that was meaning. “Fierce?” He called, begged in fact, while knowing the Deity knew what he was requesting for.

“Go for it. We will keep you alive.” The God of Protection replied softly through the mind connection they had. Time inwardly nodded and sighed heavily while he nearly stopped breathing. “He will come back. He simply will fetch your brothers out of the danger.” Fierce told to the trio while aiding Hyrule in upholding the magic and keeping his leader alive.

The oldest Link opened his eye and frowned a bit. He was much lower than before but he couldn’t concentrate into that at the moment. His boys needed Spirit Guide to find the fastest way out. “Twilight! Wind!” He called out and nearly jumped in start as his words came out as barks. On that second he looked at his own body and realized he was having fur and standing on four paws. “A golden wolf. Figures.” He deadpanned before snapping his notion back into the duo.

“Time?”Wolfie queried while feeling still bit uncertain and worried of the situation.

“Oh wow! A golden wolf!” Wind exclaimed excitedly before shaking his head as he suddenly realized the situation. “Wait… Time?!” He shouted out in shock and the canine nodded.

“Get Wind on your back and follow. Run as fast as you can.” The Golden Wolf barked out and Wolfie nodded. The greenish wolf nudged the Sailor and gave him a nod towards his back. Luckily the pirate-Hero understood and climbed up. He held on tightly as the two wolves dashed into the corridors that were shaking and coming apart.

Once Time had seen the duo leave the shattering Temple, he closed his eye and concentrated again. When he opened his eye, he saw Four and Sky going wrong way. He called out to them and still bit flinched at the fact of being barking. He didn’t understand how he did it but he wagged his tail and did his best to look as nonthreatening as possible. Luckily the duo understood who he was and started to follow him out of there.

Sadly, the shattering of the area was beginning to get worse and the two Heroes weren’t fast enough. The Golden Wolf knew it was a bad idea but he forced himself to be more solid than a ghost should’ve been. Right after that he dashed to the duo, tackled the Chosen Hero onto his back and, much to Four’s indignation, picked him up by his teeth. Before either really understood what had happened, he was already dashing down the corridors while feeling grateful of the Master Sword’s current wielder actually taking a hold of his fur to stay on his back.

The moment one eyed predator had jumped out of the crumbling place, he dropped the Smithy and just vanished from beneath Sky. He heard the startled yelp from the Chosen Hero and quiet “Ow” from both of them before he was already letting his Spirit lead him to Legend. At least he knew he didn’t need to carry the last boy of his as he wasn’t certain if he’d have what it took to do such. Nonetheless, he knew he would find a way if needed without caring how it would affect his actual body’s life.

Time let out the bark of a call the moment he saw the Veteran. He simply gave a sharp nod before already dashing down the hallway. The Specialist took out the magic of Pegasus Boots and ran after him. He grabbed any green potion like balls to uphold the magic and to keep using the Ravio’s Bracelet. The Golden Wolf either gave a sharp nod or a sharp swish of his tail to show the cracks the youngster needed to take. Otherwise the walls the canine ran through were fake ones.

Once the last member of the group of Heroes was safely out of the danger, the Chain’s leader sighed in relief and closed his eye while calming down. The Golden Wolf just vanished and the one eyed male back at Legend’s counterpart’s house’s yard inhaled sharply. He snapped his eye open before already shutting it as he began to cough. Warriors and Hyrule were swift in aiding him as well as they could.

With Time alive and fully out of the danger, Fierce, Darmani III, Mikau and Dextri bit their goodbyes and returned to the Realm they rested. Their masks’ wielder had simply given a slight nod as he felt himself being quite weak after everything that had so far happened. Yet, the moment he had sat up enough, Warriors already yanked him into a tight hug and broke down thoroughly.

The oldest Link sighed bit heavily while partly slumping and partly leaning against his brother. He slowly wrapped one arm around him in quite failed attempt of comforting. Yet, before he could do any of more or even think of trying something different, Wild was already offering him one of the green potions he kept in his Slate.

Time took the drink eagerly even though it wasn’t too good idea into empty stomach. Still, it certainly gave him what he needed and he shifted in the Captain’s arms so he was fully leaning against him. After that he snatched hold of the scarf and pulled it around himself. Those actions had bit startled the war Hero and he watched tad baffled things happen. Yet, with his little brother safely on his lap and the soft fabric around him, he finally calmed down.

With one boy assured, the Chain’s leader put his notion into the two others with him. Without second’s hesitation, he pulled bit free from the scarf and yanked the duo into an one armed hug. That calmed down the trio fully and they just broke down out of relief of having their oldest brother still with them.

Within two hours the rest of the Chain arrived to there with Legend, Wolfie and Wind being first ones to arrive. Sky and Four took a while longer but they weren’t that far behind. Once there, the one eyed male found himself from a group hug while doing his best to assure his boys of things being all right.

Time knew he needed to talk things through but he didn’t want to start a fight so he postponed the conversation while claiming of being still too tired and out of strength. Yet, he wasn’t going to leave things as they were so he waited until the late evening meal to make sure everyone was ready and capable of dealing with the topic.

The oldest Link took once a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Alright, there are things we need to clear off.” He started as calmly as he could. “I’m not mad… Or, well, not as mad I probably should be.” He told assuredly while bit raising his hands up to calm the others down. “First of all, I’m not happy of how you boys dealt with the situation. I understand it, but I’m not happy of it.” He pointed out. “Secondly….” He trailed off for a moment before sighing heavily. “Secondly, things needed to go as they did.”

The Chain had been uncertain and bit ashamed of the slight reprimanding of sorts. Yet, at the second part, they were bit startled and confused. Still, their leader just raised his hand to keep them from talking.

“The Temple was an absolute maze. Its pathways covered Hyrule’s grounds nearly entirely. There was no chance you boys would’ve reached the right place in time. You needed a guide into there.” Time explained and shrugged a bit when the eight looked at him with a confused frowns. “You get quite a damn lot of information after death.”

“Time…” Legend started uncertainly while still feeling like at fault. He hadn’t personally killed his oldest brother but he felt like he had.

“I admit that having had enough of heads-up about the situation would’ve had me better prepared for the battle.” The Chain’s leader told while having shushed the Veteran down. “And yet, that could’ve lengthened your roads to correct places and that would’ve lengthened the time before the needed help would’ve reached the right place.” He stated out firmly before bit sighing and shrugging. “Though, I did not wait to end up having my part of Hero’s Spirit ripped away. Just glad I got that back.” He finished before smiling fondly at the eight boys of his. “Anyway, what matters is that we’re all safe and sound, the beast is taken down and Hyrule’s safe again.”

On that night there was the Hero Pile of Support and Comfort with the whole Chain needing to know their oldest brother truly was alive and with them. Yet, Time held on to Legend while making sure he wasn’t blaming himself and knew that the one eyed male wasn’t hating him nor was he holding any kind of grudge against him. In fact, he fully and truly wanted to show how much he loved the eight with him and let them know they hadn’t done anything wrong.

At the next day the ten soldiers whom had guarded the Temple came to fully and thoroughly apologize for their actions. The Veteran wasn’t too happy but he forgave them as he knew they hadn’t been to their right minds. Not long after then, though, the postman brought a letter from the era’s Princess Zelda with her utmost thanks for having saved her and the kingdom. Only couple of hours later the portal opened to the yard. The Chain of nine Heroes got ready, checked that everything was along and continue forward on their quest to save the eras, kingdoms and timelines.

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Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: The Legend of Zelda: The Ocarina of Time, The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: The Hero's Spirit ┃ Hero of Time ┃ Golden Wolf & Link, Link & Zelda (Legend of Zelda), Link & Midna (Legend of Zelda)

Characters:The Hero's Spirit ┃ Hero of Time ┃ Golden Wolf, Link (Legend of Zelda), Zelda (Legend of Zelda), Midna (Legend of Zelda)

Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Character Study, Child Timeline (Legend of Zelda), Guilt, Regret, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Mentor-Mentee Relationship, Father-Son Relationship, Male-Female Friendship, Worldbuilding, Family, Minor Character Death, Blood and Injury, Questions about the legacy when the person you were is not the person you are, Link doesn't live his whole life full of regret but that doesn't mean he had an easy time of it, Because he's still deeply affected by his time in the adult era, Family Feels, Timeskips, Flashbacks, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending

Series: Part 3 of gen work june 2024

Summary:

As Twilight covers the Kingdom of Hyrule, a Hero's Spirit prepares to pass his knowledge to the new wielder of the Triforce of Courage, while also learning more about his descendant over the next few months. Almost a thousand years previously, a young man called Link is sent back in time to prevent Ganondorf from rising to power, and in the process has to forge a new life for himself while having to deal with the fact that no one outside of a select few know who he truly is...or what he went through.

This is his story.

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@margindoodles2407 and I are working on a Loz concept at @tloz-heros-spirit! I often forget to use the tag for it but said tag is #hero's spirit! I have another TLOZ AU going (sort of) which for now uses the tag #little link! It's about a little guy named Link and his first adventure! My dream is to make it a comic :) i also have a few other TLOZ AUs going... they aren't really big yet but feel free to ask about them! they should be tagged with #character design or #loz au ALSO the wonderful @uncleskyrule and I have a sort of casual Linked Universe modern au going!! Anything related to it is under the tags #different era same spirit au and/or #DESS FINALLY the tag I use for art is #my art, the tag for OCs is #evie’s ocs, and #character design is for my many designs that don't have a story connected to them!

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A continuation of this sickfic

Mood music that helped inspire this

My solitary contribution to flufftober <3

Prompt 1 – “I’ve got you”

The camp was gone. The permeating sickness that hung heavily like a wet cloth draped over him had vanished. No one was coughing, or vomiting, or moaning in pain. No abandoned tents, no empty pots, no chainmail laying forgotten beside an empty sickbed.

Warriors opened his eyes blearily, confused. Something lapped against him, a liquid, cold and warm, buzzing with energy and gentle all at the same time. It surrounded him on all sides as if he were laying in shallow water. The sky above was clear but swam as if he were looking through water already, light refracting all around in colorful arrays, golden beams shimmering down like leaves falling in autumn.

Slowly sitting up, Warriors felt so light. His chest expanded with such ease that he almost overtook a breath, like a gasp of surprise.

This place was… quiet. So, so quiet. And so utterly empty. Or… was it? The more Warriors looked around at the strange vastness, the more he saw figures dancing in the water, their images stretched and squished with the oscillations of the fluids. He rose to his feet, again overcompensating for a weight that should have been there, nearly tipping himself back to the ground—water—not-water? Whatever he was laying in before.

The images were so far away, reflections of people who weren’t actually there. Armor. He recognized armor. His men? His troops?

A face caught his eye, and his breath froze. That was a young knight, new to the army. He’d been killed in his very first battle. How was…?

Warriors walked forward slowly, his feet sloshing gently in the water. Despite displacing the fluid, it barely made a sound, emitting gentle trickling noises rather than the splashes he should’ve created. The golden rays from above continued to glimmer, glow and sunlight from a sun that wasn’t present. The landscape was so utterly flat and desolate, yet so strangely warm and… not unsettling.

He definitely should’ve been unsettled.

He was so transfixed by the reflections of those long gone in the water that he didn’t realize a figure had somehow appeared in front of him. Warriors flinched, taking a step back after nearly walking right into the person, and then the warmth all around him was stolen away for an instant as recognition slammed into him.

This person was wearing his clothes. But they weren’t him – the hair was too dark and fluffy, build a touch stockier, skin tanner. And the ears—

Those ears! Small and delicate and curved in such a unique way.

“Sky?” Warriors questioned, taking a step towards the person. Sky was a little taller, more built, and why was he in Warriors’ uniform? He didn’t know why he hadn’t realized who it was sooner – he even had the Master Sword strapped to his back.

Sky turned to face him in profile. The sunlight grew brighter, enveloping Warriors in warmth. His friend, his brother, looked… different. Older but younger. Eyes exhausted but strong. Face worn but soft.

Sky smiled gently, facing him fully.

“Sky, where are we?” Warriors asked.

His friend said nothing. Instead, he pulled the Master Sword, scabbard and all, from his back and held it towards the captain. Warriors watched him for a long while, studying the motion, taking in his surroundings. This all felt very… final.

“Sky…?” he asked again, growing worried. His earlier lightness was vanishing, replaced with a heaviness in his heart that nearly sank him into the water and drowned him.

He suddenly felt so very alone and far more scared than he was comfortable with.

He wanted to ask what was going on, to demand an explanation, but the words were stolen along with his breath. Sky continued to watch him, eyes warm, smile intact, arms reaching just a hair closer to indicate his next move. His gaze, however, eventually settled above, directly into the sunlight.

The sunlight. That came from no sun. Warriors glanced up, and he swore he saw a figure.

Goddess above.

His mind swam with thoughts, with worries and fears. He distinctly remembered the last coherent thought he had before waking up here.

Everything was so far away. So quiet, muffled, like he was buried alive. Goddess above, he didn’t want to die, please, he didn’t want to die. Not like this. Let him die on his feet, in battle, like it was meant to be.

It was meant to be like that, right?

He’d… been in a camp? No, that… that had been so long ago, hadn’t it? He’d… been sick, right?

“Sky…” Warriors managed to choke out, but he couldn’t add anything to it. Sky continued to watch him, waiting patiently, ever so patiently.

What was he doing? Why was he waiting like this? He looked… he felt…

This was it, wasn’t it?

The reflections in the water danced behind Sky, inviting, warm, familiar, comforting. Sky stood between him and them, stalwart but caring.

Warriors took a step around his brother, just for a moment. It grew brighter. He grew lighter.

Home. He was going home.

But…

“The others,” he said softly, pausing just as he stood directly beside Sky. His friend looked at him, not turning from where he was facing, but he still said nothing.

“How are you here but they’re not?” Warriors wondered, taking a step away to really look at Sky. His stomach knotted as he considered it. “Did you…?”

Oh goddess above. Warriors hadn’t gotten Sky sick too, had he? Sky wasn’t… Sky wasn’t dying as well, was he?

This was it. He knew this was it. The others looked so inviting. He… he could see…

“Mom?” he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper.

He swore he could see her. She looked at him lovingly, arms extended to receive him. They all were waiting. He…

There was no war here. No need for a hero, no need for a captain. He…

He…

“I… can’t.”

He was needed. He was still needed. Goddess above he ached for rest, he longed to go home. But he was still needed, and… and he wanted to help. He wanted to live.

Sky faced him fully, offering the sword once more. Warriors looked at the blade, then at his friend.

“You’re not… the Sky I know, are you?” the captain asked discerningly.

Sky’s let out a breath, as if to chuckle, his head cocking to the side in that way he always did when he was amused or happy. The sword in his hands glowed with an otherworldly hum, a melody too sacred for his ears to hear.

Warriors reached forward, taking the sword. Sky’s hand settled over his own as he held it. The boy’s calloused fingers caressed his gently, a promise and reassurance, a protection and a blessing, as if to say I’ve got you. He nodded, and Warriors nodded in return, pulling the blade from its sheath.

The Master Sword sang, glowing so brightly the captain had to close his eyes. He grew impossibly heavy, to the point he couldn’t hold himself up anymore, collapsing to the ground. Instead of splashing into the liquid, however, he sank into something soft and dry, a touch too warm, and his clothes clung to him in a cold sweat. His world was encased in darkness before a dull light pierced it. He was suddenly laying on his side, sword gone.

Warriors opened his eyes.

He was in a bed. He immediately deduced that. A hand was wrapped around his wrist. The blurry images coalesced. Sky was slumped against the bed, hand holding Warriors, fingers lazily resting over a pulse point. Candles littered the nightstand, all lit, their dull glow overwhelmed by the sunlight spilling in through the window.

A hand brushed against his back, sweeping gently up and down. “Captain?”

Warriors blinked a few times before trailing his gaze up to see Time. The man’s face was creased, bags under his eyes, but he immediately brightened when the captain made eye contact with him. It was immediately apparent that relief flooded through him, easing the tension in his brow and shoulders.

“Welcome back,” Time said gently.

The captain smiled tiredly. “It’s… good to be back.”

Movement caught his eye, and he saw Twilight come into view. The Rancher looked worn thin, equally as exhausted as Time and more overtly worried.

Warriors’ smile pulled harder. “You look like shit.”

Twilight barked a laugh. “Well at least I know you’re feeling better. You don’t look that great either, you know.”

The captain chuckled, rousing a phlegmy cough, and Time quickly pulled him to sit up so he could get it out of his lungs. Twilight fluffed the pillow against the backboard as the eldest Link helped Warriors lean against it. Sky squirmed, nose wrinkled in discomfort, but he didn’t wake.

“Everyone… alright?” Warriors asked hesitantly, a sliver of worry seeping into his heart. If he’d gotten this sick… and he swore he remembered seeing Sky somewhere…? Was Sky sick too? He slid his hand back towards the teenager, fingers clumsily entwining with the younger knights’ own.

“Everyone’s fine,” Twilight replied. “They’re all worried ‘bout you. Malon pulled everyone else out for some breakfast, but I reckon they’ll be back soon.”

“Watch the accent, I’ll need a translator,” Warriors chuckled weakly.

“Oh, stuff it. You were really sick, Cap. We were all worried.”

Warriors’ gaze fell back to Time, who was watching him carefully, his expression eerily similar to the one he’d worn when Twilight had been progressively worsening. But… he knew he would be okay. He wasn’t sure how he knew but… he did.

The captain waved his left hand dismissively. “I’m fine.”

“You will be,” Time assured him, arms crossed and face stern. Then he softened. “Rest, Captain. Don’t stress about the others. Just take care of yourself.”

Warriors hummed, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the pillow. He felt the covers get tucked around him a little better, and a cool hand rested on his forehead.

“We’ve got you, Link,” a voice promised, and in his groggy state he couldn’t tell if it was Twilight or Time. Maybe it was both of them. It didn’t really matter – it was a promise from all of them, from his brothers, and Warriors smiled, sighing softly as he slid back into a comfortable, restful, healing slumber.

I’ve got you.

[we-do-bones-bracket]

Round 4 Match 1

Propaganda:

Brook

He's bone for this poll!! Brook is a skeleton man who constantly makes SKULL JOKES!

He's my favorite Straw Hat Pirate. He's a 90-year-old musician pirate who died 52 years ago, revived, and spent the next 45 years floating aimlessly all alone as a skeleton surrounded by the corpses of his former crew on a broken ship with no rudder. Then he got his shadow stolen and was set adrift again. Then 2 years ago he met Luffy and and became a Straw Hat for, like, a week before they got separated. Then Brook got captured and imprisoned, then became a famous rock star and rejoined the Straw Hats 2 years later. His life sucks but he always perseveres for the sake of his friends and promises made to them. 50 years alone has made him a bit crazy, but he copes by making constant skeleton jokes and playing music. He's a master of fencing and has bardic superpowers to influence people with music, as well as channel the chill of the underworld through his sword to freeze things.

He is a skeleton. He ate the revive revive fruit, and got revived after he died, but it took so long for his soul to find his body only bones were left. He is also a famous rockstar know as Soul King

He's literally bones animated by his Soul powers. He loves to make bone joke, has a funny laugh and plays multiple instruments- he even became famous for it in the timeskip and used to belong to a crew of musician pirates before he died and came back as an undead skeleton.

he's an 8'8" (266cm) skeleton pirate musician, after he became a skeleton he was alone drifting at sea on his ship until he met the straw hats, now he's become a rockstar and loves to make skull jokes.

Hero's Shade/Hero's Spirit

Also known as "Hero's Spirit" he is heavily, HEAVILY, implied to be the Link from Ocarina of Time and Majora's Mask, who has transformed into a stalfos. He laments about not being remembered as a hero and the only thing he can do now is teach the Link from Twilight Princess his knowledge in swordplay. It's honest quite sad thinking about it, especially since the potential reason this Link turned into a stalfos was getting lost in the Lost Woods as an adult.

[m5or]

OKI I have a theory also questions I want answerd. Is Zelda in Echos of Whisdom able to call upon the Hero's spirit since link at the time was compromised? Because when she was able to go into "Swordmen mode" it's all whispy like a ghost. Even has the little ghost orb thinking that float off of the "link" form.

Then in the other world you can recharge the ability by getting floating spirit orb things.

Is it just shattered "hero's spirit" floating around? I know we see link posesed latter in the trailer. But it's the only way I can explain this rn. Is it the souls of the past heros? This idea crossed my mind and I want to hear what other people think. Anyone got any other ideas?

[phantoms-lair]

Heroes Spirit Random Thoughts: Sam

Valerie became a ghost after death and Tucker was reincarnated, but what about Sam?

Sam became a villain.

Her grief at Danny's death was immeasurable and when she realized that it was going to be covered up - that he'd sacrificed himself to save all of existence and that the very people who'd cause the threat to all living ad dead were going to hush it over and pretend it never happened? Sam decided to tear the whole thing down. The Fenton Portal shut down with Danny's death and wouldn't reactivate. But Vlad's portal was still workable ((Note, it too shut down when Vlad became 100% ghost, but that wouldn't happen for a bit yet)). Sam found many of Danny's friends in deep morning and unwilling to aid in mass destruction, to her disgust, but she found enough like-minded allies to stage an assault on the United States Government. Some to avenge Danny, but most for a love of chaos and destruction.

If there are some small records of Danny Fenton as the first Hero, they also state Sam Manson as the first villain.

She was stopped eventually, but the destruction and death toll was considerable. Like Pariah the Black Queen and her army were sealed away.

But no seal lasts forever. And the question remains, will Danny reincarnating as Izuku calm her down, or enrage her further?