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jellyfishvibes · 6 months ago

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I am very sick, high off cold and flu meds, and have been watching Zelda theory's non stop so have some delirious opinions

A popular theory about the Zonai is the multiple tribe theory to explain the incongruence between how the Zonai were presented in Botw vs Totk which is understandable and I kinda agree, the popular variant is three tribes, a tribe worshiping each golden goddess which is not a huge leap to get to, we have clear evidence that they were worshipped by the people who built all of the Zonai ruins with the evidence of the 3 statues (Boar, Owl and Dragon) which creating a champion says represent the three virtues, and most people connect the barbarian armour from Botw into this theory and have the 'ancient warlike tribe' from faron as the boar/power tribe which I understand how we get from a to b but it just rubs me the wrong way

From the ruins we can see (based on Totk cause that's the game I have on hand) none of the Zonai who built the ruins worshipped Ganon/Power/The Boar/Din, from what I can find there are only 2 boar statues (the only game I have on hand is Totk and I scoured the map and couldn't find any, of the pictures ive seen there are 2, idk if they were removed in Totk or i'm just looking in the wrong places but here's your pinch of salt with that statement, please if you know where they are rb with a map or coordinates please I feel like I'm going crazy) and of those statues they are the most overgrown/aged of the Zonai ruins, which implies that if they were worshipped, they were worshipped before dragons and owls, and at some point that worship was suppressed or stopped, I would think they may have destroyed statues if they did exist or it was an antagonistic god they worshipped against or even it was treated as a minor god compared to the owl and dragon

For the barbarian armour i can see how at a glance you could get boar vibes from the skull but it really isn't a boar skull

"A helmet once worn by the warriors of an ancient warlike tribe from the Faron region. Wearing it draws out your inner animal, increasing your strength and battle prowess."

"Armor once favored by an ancient warlike tribe from the Faron region. The war paint bolsters your fighting spirit and raises your attack power."

"These leg wraps were favored by a warlike tribe from the Faron region long ago. They're adorned with traditional markings that bolster your fighting spirit to raise your attack power."

I don't know anything about skulls and really don't know what it is, but nothing about this connects to boars or Ganon, the only connection you can draw is that the paint boosts attack power, I assume people hear 'barbarian' 'warlike' and 'inner animal' and just hear Ganon? Idk

From what we can see in modern day the ruins builders were dragon worshipers, of whatever form of the Triforce they worshipped, the aspect of courage was held above the others, the spring of courage is the only spring that was clearly a sacred site for the ruin builders and they connected it to dragon symbolism, from what we know of the labyrinths in both games and ruin placement the faron region probably wasn't their home base, it's a religious site with most evidence pointing to a pilgrimage path like the lanaryu promenade

The labyrinths are stated in game to be castles (or just the portions in the sky?) and each housed a ruler only known now as the Ruler of Dragons (the island labyrinth to the north east) the Ruler of Owls (the snow labyrinth to the north west) and the Ruler of Boars (the desert labyrinth to the south west) there are no castles in the south east in Faron and each castle has some fragment of evil underneath it (literally in game the phantom ganon armour but I don't think it is literally that in lore, alot of the reference armour and weapons I tend to not take literally but off vibes, like the goddess sword isn't literally in the forgotten temple but those vibes are there to push us into the idea that the forgotten temple is a successor to the temple of hylia in skyward sword, however literally you believe those theory's run)

So we know they had atleast 3 rulers I want to say concurrently and the position of ruler came with it the expectation of protecting/sealing away evil, also that the religious symbolism either was tied with the ruling class, making the rulers both some form of king and high priest, or that boars, owls and dragons had multiple meanings within their culture, like how hylians may worship the golden goddesses but see the triforce symbol as a symbol of the royal family rather then a religious symbol first and foremost

I squint alot about the exact time periods ruins are from, alot of dragon symbolism that clearly matches the three dragons we know of (dinraal, farosh and naydra) only comes from totk from my knowledge, the armour sets and statues are all totk/fell during the upheaval

So I theorize they come from a later period of zonai history, the oldest imagery of dragons like the statues and the rings depicted dragons without identifiable horns or elements like this, I speculate that the dragons the most ancient zonai worship might be connected to the 3 dark skeletons you can find in the depths but there's not a lot of concrete evidence there beyond dragon shaped skeleton

From my best guess, the ruin builders of the faron region probably lived with/among the various races that existed at the time, we know of their knowledge/buildings within Gerudo, Goron, Zora and Rito history, assuming the Water temple, Lightning temple, Fire temple and Wind temple were built by them and repurposed into temples by later eras of Zonai, you could even argue they were originally where the Zonai did reside, of the temples none look to be built originally as temples, the only one I could see as an exception is the Lightning temple, but each has a purpose outside of it, the fire temple is noted in goron myth as a city named Gordonia, the wind temple is a battle ship named the Stormwind Ark, the water temple is a spring and a connected water works to supply Zora with endless water, the lightning temple is a energy storage site (I have seen scattered mention that the water temple is upside down? Please if anyone has a full theory or explanation for that I would love it)

My own theory of Zonai history is that the layers are;

The Ancient Zonai; builders of the botw ruins, the original forms of the temples, and worshippers of three ancient dragons, most lived above the cloud barrier or below in the depths with few staying on the surface amongst the ancient Gerudo/Goron/Rito/Zora to facilitate trade and to build constructs to help those people, the only real land they own and use is the Faron region, a sacred site to them (possibly where they first came down from the surface?) used to worship the dragons and as a pilgrimage site

The 3 Rulers; The three ancient dragons fly into the depths and die, their corpses are so big they cannot be moved and in time they will fossilize, but in their body's 3 sacred relics are found, secret stones, the three who claim them use their power to establish themselves as rulers, building great castles for themselves that spanned from the bottom of the depths to the heights of the sky, high above the cloud barrier, placed specifically to be seals on-top of an evil shattered into three (possibly something that escaped the dragons when they died?) These three rulers or people close to them are the most likely for gummy swallowing candidates, this is most likely the reason why draconification is made forbidden

The Age of Sages; Dragon worship seems to wain, although dragon imagery is used in architecture it seems to have become just a symbol of the Zonai, 7 more secret stones are found, probably after a hunt for them after they lost the power the 3 gave them and used to advance, wherever the 3 beings that became the ancient dragons found them in the first place, I'd speculate up very high or down very far below, possibly in the bottomless chasm below Hyrule Castle. The 7 who get them become the 7 sages, new leaders for the Zonai people, they are probably the people who convert the 4 temples into temples, with one in the depths and one in the sky (Water, Thunder, Wind, Fire, Spirit, Time, wheres the 7th? where is the temple of light? did the temples of spirit, light and time exist before Rauru, Mineru and Sonia? were they the first of their powers?), these are probably the people who started the green/white architectural style from Totk and probably the people who went all in on technological advancement and zonite based constructs, and if the mines weren't down there already they were probably the ones to establish them, I think they were probably also an inspiration for the Gerudo's 7 Heroine's

The Zonai's disappearance; We don't know how or why the Zonai disappeared, we don't even know if they quickly fled to a place beyond the surface dwellers reach or if they all died out, all we know is that the Zonai rapidly disappeared from the world, leaving only two behind, and with these two they held the 7 secret stones with them, Rauru and his sister Mineru are the last Zonai, they make contact with the fledgling Hylian kingdom and either found or built the chamber behind the Hylia statue in the forgotten temple, using it as a place to hide the other 5 stones they weren't using

Rauru falls in love with and marries the leader of the Hylian's, Sonia, giving her a secret stone, uses his knowledge/experience to help the Hylian's technologically advance, either builds the Hylian castle near an already existing temple of time (probably the reason why Sonia was the Hylian leader, some form of religious significance with her rewind powers) on the great plateau or built the temple along with the castle (Mans built a whole temple for Sonia), got hit on the head by his distant granddaughter, accidentally shows Ganon a cool maguffin getting his wife killed, gives the four remaining stones to leaders? Of the other four races (important people? Just people with powers? Maybe they were ambassadors for their people sent to make bonds with a new kingdom who become the king and queens close confidants?) and dis-arms Ganons world takeover plan, grand daughter sets up a lineage of sages in each race and sends majority of the remaining Zonai structures up into the sky before she skedaddles from the timeline before she can become a paradox

Shiekah era; weather the shiekah are literal descendants of the Zonai or just spiritual/technological descendants, they pick up where the Zonai's research leaves off, probably building the purification unit above the gannycorpse first and foremost, then urging the Hylian's to or just building Hyrule Castle ontop of it themselves, expanding the hidden chamber to include a map of all the glyphs for the hero and as their architectural style began to diverge from the Zonai before them, the rest of the ancient shiekah tech, powered by the purified Ganon gunk

The Calamity of 10,000 years ago

To insert one of my wilder theories in here, I believe the Zonai hero shown in the tapestry and the ancient heroes aspect isn't a Zonai, but a construct created by the Shiekah and the reason why the king forcefully removed all their tech isn't because of the divine beasts but because the Shiekah 'blasphemed', they built a hero instead of trusting the goddesses, the king could even believe they brought on the calamity early because they constructed a hero and forced the cycle around again during his reign

The Split Clans: The hyrulian king orders the decommissioning of all shiekah tech fearing it's power, splitting the clans into the shiekah who obey and the yiga who disagree, this also results in a mass loss of records and knowledge that later shiekah researchers are desperate to restore

"Modern" Day, from 100 years ago to Botw and Totk current canon

Bonus Time

I've had this sitting in my drafts for like weeks after writing it at 3am and miserable, i am much less sick (still fucking sick though) and have been fed a steady diet of the khml beta, kh as a special interest/hyperfix coming crashing back into my life to ruin it and the totk art book, so here are some extra thoughts and theorys i wanna tack on

The Zonai's Disappearance/Sky island and the Depths: Mostly cause i watched a theory vid on something adjacent, but i have really started to like the idea that if the sky islands and the depths are the Sacred realm/Dark realm that the reason why all the zonai are gone is because they forcefully dragged portions of the Sacred/Dark realms into the physical realm, either the act took so much from them it destroyed them in the process or they got like, so hella smited for it I really do like the idea of pushing the depths and the sky islands to some more otherworldly/alien, with the sky islands doing that weird land infection thing on the pieces on the surface and the depths going full spooky mushroom, also the yin yang of items from the sky islands healing the gloom from the depths, i would love some sky island status ailment that you can only heal with items from the depths to complete the loop, also maybe them both being wealths of zonaite? zonaite as an ore being so versatile because its literally from the sacred realm

The Zonai and the Minish: Pretty done to death theory but there's gotta be some connection there, the four sword and elemental sanctuary look so very zonai

Maybe theres some connection between the four elements and the four sages in totk? i think between them the only one that's different is lightning-earth The four sword also seems like something the zonai would make bonus points to throw in the wind tribe and the oocca, there are so many fellas up in that there sky huh

The Labyrinths: Accordion to people looking at the Japanese translation they aren't called castles? tbf i have started leaning more towards the three rulers being less three kings/queens and more 3 sages, along the lines of windwakers sages with a temple they reside in to keep the evil within sealed away, which feels like more of a passing on the torch if the ancient dragons became dragons to also keep that evil sealed, might also be a connection to how the dark skeletons of the ancient dragons are underneath the leviathan skeletons, perhaps the evils are some form of the nightmare from la and bellum from ph, evils that the levithans originally kept sealed and three mortals stepped up to become immortal dragons to take over when those leviathans died, also brings in that connection with infected levias and the infected naydra

#loz #legend of zelda #loz botw #loz totk #zonai #loz theorizing #i think this is done enough that ill finally post it #if i don't then it will rot in my drafts forever #jellyfish's thoughts

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facesofevilzine · 1 month ago

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Linktober Day 26: Hands

Link never dreamed of being a hero or all the terrors that came with it. After all, he was just a boy.

[Written by @sincerelyxserotonin ]

When Aryll had first been whisked away by the Helmaroc King, Link had no clue just what he was getting himself into. How could he? He was just an island boy, with no experience outside of what his friends and family on Outset had taught him.

Orca had trained him briefly in the way of the sword. His dear old Granny gave him the shield their family passed down for generations as an heirloom to keep her dear grandson safe.

With those two things and the aid of Tetra’s pirates, Link was sure he could take on the world. At the very least, he should have been able to get Aryll back no problem.

Right?

Wrong.

What had started as a mere rescue mission had grown wildly past anything the boy had ever imagined.

The living, talking boat The King of Red Lions that saved him actually housed the spirit of an ancient Hyrulean king from a sunken kingdom.

The courageous pirate Tetra was actually the beautiful Princess Zelda in disguise.

Even Link played a larger role than he ever thought possible. He was actually the reincarnation of a heroic swordsman as old as myth itself. It was up to him to stop the evil Gerudo king Ganondorf from getting his hands on the princess and Triforce, and destroying life as the boy knew it in pursuit of his dark intentions.

But, despite all this pressure hanging heavy on his shoulders, Link was still just a boy. Saving the world was exhausting work that had him up at all hours, even the middle of the night when the situation called for it.

He grew tired, so much so that there were times he struggled to keep his eyes open, especially as he steered his magic boat through the Great Sea.

“Easy there, Link,” came the King’s gentle, fatherly voice. “You’ll steer me into an island if you’re not careful.”

The boy opened his mouth wide in a yawn. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “I’m just so sleepy.”

“Then lay back and rest your eyes. I’ll tell you if we come across danger.”

“But-”

The King of Red Lion’s long neck turned to get a proper look at Link even as he kept sailing onwards. There was a stern look in his painted blue eyes.

“Swordplay grows careless if a swordsman is exhausted. Mistakes are made. Lives may be forfeit.”

Link swallowed hard, well aware of the gravity of his situation without the Hyrulean king reminding him of it.

Still, the King continued on, “We cannot afford to fail. Princess Zelda waits for our return.”

First, though, Link had to awaken the Sage of Wind, return the Master Sword to its former glory, and collect the scattered shards of the Triforce of Courage. That would take far more than a single night to accomplish.

“Fine, but promise me you’ll wake me up if anything happens.”

The King gave a hearty laugh. “Yes, yes. You have my word.”

That was good enough for Link. He made himself as comfortable as he could on the boat’s small, wooden deck, his pointed hat folded and tucked under his head to serve as a makeshift pillow.

All it took was Link closing his eyes before he found himself fast asleep.

A moment more, and the dreaming boy was back in the Earth Temple he just purged evil from.

The groans of the damned echoed through the foggy, maze-like rooms.

The boy looked around for the exit, or at least a door to somewhere else. As if to spite him, the room seemed to shrink, the coffin against walls looming ever closer.

“No, please no!”

Link banged on the walls for an escape until he felt something tug at his ankle.

“H-hello?”

He looked down, but there was nothing there.

Link ran his palms over the walls, looking for some sort of mechanism to return the room to its former size. He found nothing.

Again, something tugged at his ankle, harder this time. The boy looked down but couldn’t see past the mist, even when something with a bruising grip pulled him to the floor.

“Hey, no fair!”

The hero reached for his sword and shield, but found both were missing. He checked his pockets, but all his other belongings seemed to have vanished too. Link had no way to defend himself.

He saw it then, something dark moving through the fog, crackling with malice and static.

“What is that?”

It took the boy only a second more to realize, but it was a second too late.

“A floormaster!”

A black arm accented by violet light shot up from the ground, electricity crackling around its base.

Link tried to run, to scream, to do something, anything - but it was too late. The hand’s long, spindly fingers grabbed his neck and squeezed. Link tried to pry the monster off of him, but it was no good. The floormaster was just too strong.

Link couldn’t move. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t breathe.

But he could feel the hand drag him towards the shadowy portal it

The hero’s body felt like lead. It didn’t matter what he tried, he couldn’t kick or scream or fight. He couldn’t do anything but accept his fate.

Link’s body was dragged into the shadowy portal. He opened his mouth to scream and the world went black.

The boy woke up with a start. His small hands felt his body and neck for injuries, but only found the dampness of sweat. His chest heaved with each labored breath.

Somehow, he was alive. That terror had been nothing more than a dream.

Thank goodness…

The King of Red Lions watched over him like a worried father. “Bad dream?”

The boy nodded as he fought back tears. “I hate floormasters.”

The King barked out a mirthless laugh. “You’re not the first hero to say that.”

“Really?”

“The Hero of Time hated them too. He said he hated the way they split into three when he cut them down. Then he’d have to cut them down again.”

Link shuddered. “I’d hate that too.”

The boat nodded in agreement, before asking, “Do you want me to tell you more about the past heroes until you can sleep again?”

The boy nodded. “I’d like that a lot.”

Link sat back as the old King told him stories of heroes long since passed until he felt safe enough to sleep again.

This time, he prayed he’d have nicer dreams. And he did.

#linktober #linktober 2024 #linktober shadow calendar #ww #big fry #writing

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waffletheorist · 10 months ago

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Just finished.

So people liked my Linksona, the Hero of Simulation. And after some prompting from my little brother, I have decided to write something on him. I have never posted my own writing online before, so any advice or guidance will be appreciated. This is his first meeting with the Chain, content below the cut.

TW: Brief mentions of sleep deprivation, hallucinations, insomnia, mild violence.

Link's bad sleeping habits were beginning to have consequences. It was 2:00 a.m, on a rainy Monday afternoon in January. He was in his room, with it's green painted walls, hastily made bed, mildly cluttered desk, and abundance of Zelda posters and consoles, including the N64 passed down to him by his father. He had been doing homework up late, running on God knows how many cups of pure caffeine, (again) when he glanced outside his window and through the rain, saw a Lizalfos. He glanced back to his work, and out the window again, coming to the immediate conclusion that he's hallucinating as a result of sleep deprivation. The lizalfos was still there, alongside a mesmerizing triangular gateway, purple in colour, which immediately piqued his curiosity, he had always had an interest in the fantastical after all, how could he not when named after a videogame hero?

Suddenly, the Lizalfos turned towards him. Beady red eyes glared at him through the darkness and rain, and Link shrank back, before putting on a brave face. It is only a hallucination after all, it can't hurt him, right? He turns back to his maths work, staring longingly at his N64 before snapping himself back to reality. The logical part of his brain tells him it's probably best not to pay any mind to the bizarre hallucinations outside his window, while the impulsive part screams at him to pack his bags, grab his sword (from where?), and become the fictional Hero his parents named him after. He shot his homework one last guilty look, the pen still held in his Triforce-tattooed left hand, before deciding that it wouldn't be any harm if he just took a quick stroll outside, and the fresh air would probably be good for him anyway! Even though it's still dark, raining and around 2 in the morning.

He grabs his phone from it's resting place on his desk, and empties out his school bag. He thinks back to the Lizalfos. It's scales were shining, black as night, and it looked like the kind from Ocarina of Time. If a Lizalfos was there, then surely Hyrule was through the portal? In that case, it might be best to pack his Hyrule Historia. Not that he's wasting any thoughts on his hallucinations though, that would be ridiculous. He shoves some more items into his bag, including a lighter, solar powered phone charger, deodorant and some clothes. He takes note of the rain outside, and also decides to bring an umbrella. After some searching, he discovers it by the door. He puts on his trainers (or sneakers for the Americans reading) and his coat, which is an appealing shade of sage green with many pockets on both the inside and outside, and after taking one last look at himself in the mirror, he steps through the door, locks it behind him, opens up his umbrella, and sets off around the side of his house to face the portal and the Lizalfos, forgoing all self preservation instincts because:

A: It's just a hallucination, so it's probably not even going to be there when he turns the corner!

B: It's a portal, and a Zelda enemy in *real life*, there's no way he's missing this, even if he dies, he's taking a photo, and heading through that portal, this could be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

C: He had no regard for his own life in the first place, he's a Link, and although the thought of leaving his dog does sadden him, she'll be in good hands with his brother.

He makes his way outside, pale (probably Vitamin D deficient) skin standing out as a stark contrast to the darkness around him, the rain beating down mercilessly on his umbrella as the puddles grow continually deeper on the path around him, wet grass glistening in the moonlight. His home is in the countryside, it's only neighbours being the fields owned by the farmers, which stank of slurry, the abandoned property that some land developers were looking to purchase a few years ago, and finally the other home across the road with the old, friendly St. Bernard dog who had been there for as long as Link could remember. It was an isolated place, and tended to smell, but it was home. He opened the gate to the back garden, but just as he was about to look around the corner, he felt a presence behind him.

Link let out a rather unheroic high pitched scream the moment he felt the choking grip fasten around his neck. Now he was sure. This wasn't some hallucination, this was reality, and he was in danger. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as his fight, flight or freeze response kicked in. The lizard hissed ominously in his ear. He could feel the spiked metal plates of armour rubbing uncomfortably against him. Why, oh why, did he let his curiosity get the better of him? He should've just kept doing his homework. His desperate shouts were quickly muffled by the creature's scaly arms covering his mouth. In that moment, Link knew he had to make a decision, and quickly, as the pressure around his throat increased. He was sure to black out if he didn't act now.

Link bit down. Hard. The Lizalfos yelped in pain and surprise, pulling its arm away. Link fell to the ground painfully, his neck still in pain from the force of the creature's choke. He stumbled backwards, and the creature turned to him, enraged by his audacity. It unsheathed a cruel, jagged blade from its side, teeth bared and snarling as it stalked towards Link. 'It's not real, it's only a nightmare', he repeated to himself like a mantra in his head. The monster raised it's sword, dark metal glinting in the light of the stars, as Link accepted his demise at the hands of this glorified lizard. Not quite how he wanted to go out, explosions would've been more fun, but alas. There's no way out now.

But then...

Link fell.

He was surrounded by an endless swirling abyss, a feeling of weightlessness as his stomach dropped. He felt sick. He shut his eyes, trying to block out the emptiness around him that seems to force it's way into his mind. He screamed again, but he couldn't hear anything, and the oppressive nothingness closed in around him, stifling and disorienting him.

Link woke up. At first, a feeling of relief coursed through his system. It was only a nightmare after all. But as the fogginess cleared from his mind, he saw that he was in unfamiliar surroundings. He heard voices around him.

"20 Rupees says they're dead."

"Vet, no."

"I think they're alive."

"That was a rather nasty fall, somebody get them a health potion."

"On it!"

"From a portal, maybe they're a spy of the shadow!"

"Their ears are strange."

"Most people have ears like that where I'm from."

"Really?"

"M'hm."

"I've seen ears like that in Hytopia. It'd explain their fashion sense if they're from there as well."

The voices all blended together. Link couldn't make sense of it all through his headache. Everything hurt. He jolted up with a start after remembering what happened, headbutting some unfortunate person who happened to be too close, as they fell back with an "ouch!" and forced his eyes open to come face to face with... his childhood heroes. Immediately, he's a deer in headlights. They're **real?** They're in front of him?

"Aw, looks like he's alive after all." A pink haired teen calls, wearing a familiar hat.

"Who would you be?" An older hero asks.

Link would recognise those markings anywhere. They're from the Fierce Deity. Then that must be the Hero of Time. He got *old*.

"I'm... Link. Same as all of you." Link replies.

"Another one? Isn't nine enough?" The pink haired one calls again. Must be the Hero of Legend from a Link to the Past with that hair.

The Hero of Time's expression hardens. Another hero. Another person forced to fight through so much suffering by his cruel destiny.

"A hero?" Asked the Hero of Wilds. With that blue Champion's Tunic, he's easily identifiable. Although Link doesn't recognise that scarring, that wasn't there in-game.

"Yes? Maybe?" Link replies.

"What does that mean?" The Hero of Wilds asks.

"Well, I donate to charity, and I saved a squirrel the other day when walking my dog."

"What about the kingdom? Have you saved the kingdom?" The Hero of the Wilds asks impatiently.

"The kingdom? I mean I guess? On a technicality I have?" Link replies.

All the heroes look dumbfounded.

"How can you save it on a *technicality*? You either save it or you don't, no technicalities there." The Hero of Legend asks, an underlying tone of snark to his voice.

"Well, it wasn't really real?" Link replies, just as confused.

A collective 'ohhhhhh' is shared among the heroes. A few have had adventures in worlds that weren't truly real. That must be the case with this one too, or so they thought.

"We can't call you Link, do you have any other nicknames?" The Hero of Winds asks, easily recognisable in his blue Island Lobster Shirt.

Link pauses, trying to think of a cool name. Most of his online names are things he made up at age 12, and he doesn't want to be called by his TLoZ speedrunning aliases or any of his school nicknames while here. Hero of Videogames or Games just makes him sound less serious. What's a fancier word for that?

"I'm... The Hero of Simulation."

#linksona #linkeduniverse #legend of zelda #linked universe

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three-bunnies-in-a-trenchcoat · 2 years ago

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who are ur links??? names and games and gun facts maybe???

!!!

First, we got First, aka Link from the sksw manga. Sad pathetic wet cat. Wants to go back home to his husband, but is STUCK HERE. He's the tallest Link (by an inch)!

Then Feather (sksw)! His fun fact is that he has the full Triforce, but no one knows that for, uh, plot reasons ig. He also regularly practices the harp, because Fi taught him and well- she's not there anymore. My dearest friend here, Godslayer Fulltriforce, does not understand why the others think he's one of the strongest. Anyway, hey, look at this cool sword he uses! It's a double helix blade, isn't that neat?

Then we have my personal little combo Link- MC/FS/FSA. His fun fact is he never used the four sword to put the colors back together (permanently), and they're all just. Y'know. There. (and Shadow. Freeloader.) The FSA comes in with this cool and fun thing I call CONVENIENT TIME TRAVEL

Then oot, aka Mask, because I am incredibly attached to the name and also that's just how the Links named each other. First notable unique trait. His was the masks, which just chill on his belt and offer mostly unhelpful advice. AMAP (assigned male at princess). Physically the youngest, but oh boy. Who even fucking knows what his mental age is (it's why he doesn't talk).

Then we have TP, who, like most of them, still doesn't have a name. His fun fact is that he's trans, but only because I wanted to make a really bad joke. He's friends with Zelda, but only because he uses her magic fountain to talk to Midna, and after a while it got kinda awkward to just walk into her house without knowing her

Wind Waker, aka Patch! Yes, his name is that for exactly the reason you would expect (he doesn't need an eyepatch, he just has a conveniently placed scar)! He's one of the three Triforce Links (Triforce heroes, one could say-), with both Courage and Power. He doesn't know about Power, and could care less about Courage

Spirit Tracks! Idk. He may or may not be in, depends on if I can find a good playthrough to watch

alttp/oos/ooa/la Link, aka Apple! Hermit apple farmer guy after he (willingly) left Hyrule once and got his heart broken (thanks, Marin). He and his Zelda are good friends (or maybe more idk). Doesn't talk, just stares piercingly into your eyes until you start getting uncomfortable because he looks about one bad thing away from breaking down sobbing

albw/th, Paint- he's a little guy :) half of the storage in his house is Ravio's stuff, and the other half is his wardrobe from Hytopia. I also need to find a playthrough for him.

loz 1 & 2, Wanderer, named thus because he doesn't stay in one place, much to his Zeldas' annoyance! The oldest Link (thats a coincidence, I promise). Everyone is like, wow, [botw], your Hyrule is horrible and filled with monsters, meanwhile he's just fucking crying because it's so nice here, look, the water isn't poisonous and the grass isn't trying to kill us and I can see the sky

HW! My most specialest guy :) I gave him Issues. Your token pyromaniac Link, fell in love with Sheik a la OoT- now both he and Zelda have things they need to think about for a good long while!

Lastly, botw! Truly does not understand what a gender is, even among the many other "has lived in the forest half their lives" Links. Whether or not he's experienced totk depends on whether I like it lol. Takes the advice of his own personal peanut gallery (the Champions' spirits) seriously, even when it's just Revali telling him to do something really fucking stupid. Talks a whole lot, especially to the master sword (he heard about Fi and figured hey why not). His glorious purpose in life is to cook, and if he wasn't so distracted sauteing vegetables he'd be one of the most powerful

#sorry it took a while to respond it was supper time #mb's writing #links meet au (name pending)#mb and flux scream about hats #i should have put this under a read more #loz

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Spider Meet Fly/Fly Meet Spider - Chapter Thirteen: Sonia is Caught By Treachery

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Link fidgeted in front of the floor length mirror, pulling on the jewelry braided into his hair. Sonia slapped his hand away.

“I’m not finished.”

“I look fine.” He signed, the whine clear in the movement of his hands, and Sonia swatted him again.

“You’ve said so yourself, the Celebration of the Heroines is the most important holiday in the Gerudo calendar. We’re going to show our respect.”

“Through fancy clothes?” Link signed, pouting, and Sonia laughed.

“Oh, trust me, I could put you in fancy clothes. This is far from that.”

The headdress she’d presented an hour ago sat proudly on Link’s head. Luga had offered to install it herself, but Sonia had insisted, saying she regretted how little time alone she and Link had had since little Zelda’s birth. At only a few days old, she was beyond tiny, and had taken more of a liking to her father than Sonia, which had Rauru over the moon. Sonia insisted that Zelda was too young to have a favorite, but she always smiled when she said that, not truly minding that her daughter seemed to prefer pulling on Rauru’s ears than she did playing with her mother’s curls. Link reached up and ran a hand down the horn standing proudly on his forehead. He’d be lying if he said the charged headdress didn’t remind him distinctly of Farosh. The glittering horn resembled the dragon’s own horn down to the last detail, and the beaded topaz throughout glowed like lightning in a heavy storm, even without light illuminating it. They crackled under his fingers when he touched them, a jolt of static that set his hair on end. Gold hung from it in delicate chains, and the earrings Sonia had provided reminded him of dragon scales—if he didn’t know any better, he’d suspect they were made from the holy material.

“Face me more,” Sonia said, gripping his chin. “I want your face paint to be perfect.”

The electric yellow paint was cold on his skin as she painted three teardrops below each eye. She frowned before licking her thumb and wiping the tears away. She tilted his head this way and that, squinting down at him, and Link went cross eyed watching her hover so close to him.

“Hm… three or one? What do you think—no, wait, don’t move! I think… I think four. Then we’ll match!” She smiled brightly, tapping under her eye on her own white tattoo teardrops. The tattoos were mesmerizing to look at, bright and stark against her dark skin, and Link thought they carried an otherworldly light to them, almost glowing when under the sun and seeming to shimmer even in the dark. He wouldn’t be surprised if they were magic.

His eyes lingered on the Triforces tattooed on her skin; they were the only references to the Triforce he’d seen at all since he’d arrived, and it piqued his curiosity each time he saw it, thought now more than ever. While Ganondorf was grumbling over festivals, Link had been researching dragons, the Depths, and the Master Sword, both in history and myth. Sonia had recommended a collection of biographies of great Hylians who had led her people far before a unified continent and Hyrulian kingdom was even an idea on the wind, and it was in that book that the Golden Power was first mentioned by name. Link devoured the book before turning back to others he’d previously read on the Chosen Hero, trying to slot the Triforce into those stories. It had proven to be a serious challenge; he was never the best with his letters, not after his childhood education had been neglected in exchange for learning the art of the blade, his father removing him from the school house as a pre-teen and never sending him back, and while he could have asked Soia or Rauru or even Mineru for help, the thought of mentioning his difficulties with reading were mortifying. So, instead, with Ganonodrf already nearby writing his play, Link leaned on him for help, praying all the while that the man didn’t notice that Link was doing it.

Link thought he’d pulled it off rather well, all things considered, and now all that was left was to put together the confusing swirl of knowledge he now had surrounding the Chosen Hero, Fi, and Triforce into a solidified plan that could heal Fi and get him home. He planned to ask Rauru at first, but the Zonai really did know very little of Hylian history, leaving Link to instead ask Sonia for help.

Sonia hummed as she brushed the paintbrush across his skin, first under the left eye, then the right, before washing the brush and dipping it in the paint again. She pursed her lips as she leaned closer and painted a stripe down the middle of Link’s lips, swiping away a droplet of paint before it could drip on his chin.

“There,” she said. “So handsome.”

Link turned to the mirror and ran a hand through his hair. He had been meaning to cut it back before all of this happened, and now, with the charged headdress proudly braided into his hair, its length and thickness was even more clear. He curled a strand around his index finger. It was even longer than Zelda’s now, wasn’t it?

He took in the person reflected in the floor length looking glass before him. Luga had scrubbed him clean earlier, anointing him with sweet smelling oils and perfumes. He’d lost muscle mass here in the past, the gloom sickness still not quite gone, and it unnerved him. He was used to being strong, even with his lean physique, and weakness did not look good on him. The charged shirt and trousers had been dressed up, more jewelry hanging off the fabric than before, topaz and diamonds catching the light and twinkling beautifully with each movement. Link felt… otherworldly. He could remember being almost, though not quite, as dressed up before when accompanying Zelda to a ball. He had traded the Champion’s tunic for the uniform of the royal guard that he technically belonged to, the white leather buckles tight around his thighs and cap balanced delicately on his head. He’d felt like a fool, and Zelda had doubled over laughing at the sight of him, much to his embarrassment. Now though, looking in the mirror, he felt larger than life. He felt magical, invincible despite the delicate jewelry and fabric. He felt as grand as Farosh herself.

The thought suddenly stopped him. He’d spoken to Rauru after his discovery of the location of the three dragons, and the Zonai king had agreed about the importance of tracking them down deep in the Depths.

“That sword—it is a matter of life and death for your people,” He had said, “and could be your key home. I understand that reforging it is vital, and I shall offer all the resources I can spare to make that happen.”

Link had thought for one mortifying moment that he might cry, and Rauru had smiled. “It is what friends are for, after all,” he said, and Link had blinked away the wetness furiously.

It was the baby. Little Zelda was rubbing off on him. He’d been debating what to use for her name. He didn’t think, despite their fluency, that Sonia and Rauru quite understood the importance of sign names, but he knew he wanted to gift one to the baby before he left.

Because he could be leaving soon. With the Master Sword reforged, who knew what could come next? The thought bubbled excitedly in his chest more often than not for the past two days as Ganondorf finished his ceremonial play. Which he would not let Link read, much to his annoyance.

“You’ll see it performed soon,” Ganondorf would grunt as Link pestered until finally Link had given up on getting to see it. Ganondorf was right—the party would start soon, and Link could see all of it in its awkward splendor.

“Are we done?” Link signed as Sonia stepped back. She looked breathtaking in her gown. Silks of green and gold enveloped her, the usual geometric designs from the tabard of her day dress even more intricate as they spiraled across her many skirts and flowing, draped fabrics. They told a story, each design a collection of glyphs showing a different part of the continent’s history, from the Chosen Hero and the Spirit Maiden, to the arrival of the Zonai from the sky, to the union of the Rito, Zora, and Gorons, to the story of her and Rauru’s wedding. Two figures carved from Zonaite-- clearly her and Rauru-- embraced on the cloth across her breast. In between the lovers, right where their chests met, hung her secret stone, serving as the heart of the marriage. Sundelions had been braided into her hair, and her tiara gleamed in the light, diamonds and Zonite woven together in an intricate geometric design. If Link didn’t know any better, he would have called her Hylia incarnate.

“Yes,” She said, bumping his shoulder, “but if you mess up your face paint I’ll never forgive you.”

Link rolled his eyes. “Of course, your Majesty.”

There came a knock on the door, and Sonia called for them to come in. Luga poked her head in, eyes covered.

“You can look, Luga.” Sonia said, a chuckle in her voice, and Luga shook her head.

“Nope! Not till you and his Majesty are together. I want to first look at you both together!”

Sonia laughed properly. “You put too much faith in my husband’s fashion ability.”

“Nonsense! I’m sure he’ll be breath taking.”

Sonia offered an arm to the servant. “Shall we go find that husband of mine then?”

Luga groped blindly for the arm until Sonia gently guided her hand to her elbow and pulled the girl close.

“What about you, Sir Link? Are you ready for the party?” Luga asked, and Sonia smiled, patting her hand.

“He looks just lovely.”

“I can imagine! I can smell the ozone from here.”

Link tried to subtly sniff his shirt and Sonia snorted. “You smell fine,” she said, and Link flushed.

Slowly, taking care to keep Luga, with her excited babbling and bouncy steps, from walking into a wall, Sonia led her and Link down the halls from Link’s guest suite to the royal suite.

“You know, Link, it’s amazing to think that a few weeks ago, the idea of seeing a Gerudo ceremony in person would be laughable,” Sonia said, turning a corner. “The Gerudo have always been isolationists, even at their own detriment, and to have them here, the continent unified and their people welcomed across all borders within it, from the cold of Hebra to the scorching heat of Eldin, or the rains of Lanayru... it is breathtaking to think about. You know, I offered to show Twinrova to the main meeting hall to see the murals there that show locations all across Hyrule—they seemed to be the type to enjoy traveling. They refused my offer, unfortunately.”

Link hmmed. “I think they and Gan had a fight. They have been avoiding him, and he them.”

Sonia raised an eyebrow. “Gan?”

“Only in jest. And if you tell him I called him that—well, I’m afraid my next actions would be treason.”

“Woe is me, slain before I had the chance to see Naboris’ drunk dancing.”

“You’d deserve it.” Link signed with a grin, and Sonia laughed.

“You think so?”

“What would my lovely wife deserve?”

Link and Sonia came to a stop, Luga almost falling, as Rauru stepped from the suite before them, shutting the door with a soft click. Sonia let out a soft sigh. Link could understand why—Link had seen Rauru in regal robes, in sparring gear, in simple, but elegant, shawls, but never showing so much… well, so much skin. The Zonai’s chest was covered only by a sheer, gossamer shawl, biceps and toned stomach easily visible through it, and geometric paint designs covered every inch of skin below his neck. Elegant chains of diamond and Zonaite spiraled up and down his arms. He matched his wife perfectly, and Link was, for the first time, aware of just how attractive Rauru might be to the right person.

Sonia reached forward and cupped his furry cheek, and the Zonai man smiled softly.

“You look divine.” He murmured, “A goddess among men.”

“Am I allowed to be jealous that the world gets to see you like that?” Sonia almost purred, and Link flushed, quickly looking away. Rauru laughed, leaning down and whispering something in his wife’s ear, who threw her head back and let out a boisterous laugh.

“You flirt!”

“The flirt is going to be Naboris once she sees you in that dress.”

Sonia ran her fingers through Rauru’s beard. “Let her relax some and it may be more than flirting.”

“Oh?”

Rauru caught her hand and brought her palm to his lips, raising an eyebrow. Sonia had to stand on her tippy toes, and it couldn’t have been comfortable, but Sonia giggled as Rauru released her hand, taking his instead and lacing their fingers together.

“Shall we?”

“Wait!” Luga said, finally opening her eyes. “Wait, wait, stand still let me take you in—oh Gods, you look lovely Queen Sonia. Like a dream. And your Majesty, oh my goodness! Did you do the paint yourself? It looks so symmetrical. I am truly impressed. You are truly two halves of a whole. You’ll blow them all away.”

Sonia patted Luga’s cheek, who flushed bright red. “You’re too kind to us, Miss Luga. Now, go, find some friends, have fun at the party.”

“But there’s so much to do! I need to refill the oils at the baths, and clean the linens, and—”

“Relax. Be merry. That’s an order.”

Luga snapped to attention. “Y—yes ma’am!” She squeaked out, bouncing on her toes, and Sonia waved her off, leaning her head on her husband’s arm as the servant girl bounded down the hall.

Sonia turned to Link, and Rauru nodded.

“The headdress suites him," He said. "I knew it would. The Lightning Dragon and her Goddess… I’ve felt for some time that there is a connection here with you, Link, to the divine—the electricity of your sword, the power of light in your lungs; it speaks of great things.”

Link rose his hands, then stopped, rose them again, then held them still. Rauru frowned.

“Is everything alright?”

Link took a deep breath. It was now or never.

“May we move out of the hallway?” He signed, hands soft, and Rauru gave a confused nod, pulling them back into the suite. The myths and history surrounding light powers and the Triforce he'd found in the library had been surprisingly unspecific, and the details were fuzzy with time. It was funny, that somehow his Zelda had a greater knowledge of the divine than the people far closer to the time period that the creation of the Hylian race occurred in. The story of the Chosen Hero was both complex and simple: Hylia, a war, a man chosen by the divine who used his own internal light and the powers around him to forge a sword and strike down the demon king, sealing him away in the very sword that destroyed him. Link, supposedly, if the beliefs of the royal family in his time were to be believed, carried that same hero’s spirit, same hero’s courage, and drive. But Link wasn’t that Chosen Hero. He wasn’t divine. He wasn’t like Zelda, didn’t have Hylia flowing through his bones. He had no connection to light or light power. It didn’t make sense for him to have light power, except through… Well, through Farore and her piece of the Triforce, something he had long given up on and made peace with never having.

“What,” he started slowly, “do you know of the Triforce?”

“Honestly?” Rauru replied, “Little. The Zonai never concerned themselves much with Hylian stories.”

“The Chosen Hero bore it,” Sonia said, “… the hero whose sword you bare. It was gift from the Golden Goddesses, protected by Hylia and the Chosen Hero.”

“I don’t—I don’t know if I have it. Zelda—my Zelda—bares a third of it: the Triforce of Wisdom. Supposedly, the Hero bears the Triforce of Courage, but I have proven to be an unfortunate choice of hero,”

Sonia opened her mouth to protest, but Link raised a hand.

“Let me finish. I always assumed that my failure, my death, meant that I was unworthy. I never felt holy or divine. But if this stone is reacting to power within me, light within me…”

“You think the light is from this Triforce?” Rauru asked gently, letting go of his wife’s hand to run his fingers through his beard. Link was beginning to think it was a nervous habit.

“I don’t know. I don’t—I’m just thinking out loud. But if the Triforce is the source of my power, and the stone is channeling my power from the Triforce…”

“It would explain how your stone was strong enough to carry you through time despite your lack of experience or control. The explosion you caused in the garden—that spoke of great power, one I wouldn’t expect from a new magic user.”

“Then maybe it was the Triforce who sent me here. The Chosen Hero forged the Master Sword with the breath of the three elemental dragons, yes, but also with his own Golden Power. The Triforce knew that I wouldn’t be able to safely fix Fi in the future. With the mummy loose, it would be too dangerous. But here, in the past, there is nothing stopping me from focusing on fixing her. With the secret stone, I can channel my power and, with the dragons, heal the Master Sword. Then maybe… I don’t know, the Triforce sends me back, somehow? I haven’t exactly figured that part out.”

Rauru was silent for a long time, face guarded. “I think… I think this is something you should discuss with Mineru as well. She knows the most about stones. And, beloved, you know more about Hylian myth than anyone in this palace. All of you together… you might be able to puzzle this out. I think you might be onto something, Link, but I’m afraid that I only know so much of Hylian religion. Mineru has never put much stock in it either. There is little knowledge between us, but with Sonia… our knowledge of the stones, and her knowledge of your history could lead to a well balanced team.”

“I wish my Zelda was here…” Link signed. The headdress suddenly felt impossibly heavy. “She knows so much about everything, especially the Gods. Unfortunately.” The last word was bitter, heavy with the years Zelda spent on her knees, begging in freezing spring waters, praying and praying until she could recite every prayer in her sleep, could describe every god or goddess or spirit so long as they were somehow connected to Hylia and her Golden Power.

Rauru cocked his head at the last comment but said nothing. Somewhere deeper in the castle, a horn blew and Rauru huffed.

“The play is starting. Ganondorf will be livid if we miss it after all this planning of his.” He said. He reached forwards and squeezed Link’s hand. “We’ll figure this out. I promise. Together, we can do it. I know we can.”

Link gave him a soft smile, squeezing Rauru’s hand back.

Rauru straightened, cleared his throat, and offered an elbow to each Hylian. “Then let us be off.”

Link tried to be excited as they moved forwards, but it was hard to be with the thoughts of the Triforce still lingering in his mind. He didn’t know how to channel light through a fucking stone, let alone the goddessdamned Triforce. So, he got to the dragons and used their fire to reforge Fi. Then what? He utilized the Triforce to finish fixing her—if he even had it, and that was a big if—but how? With the stone? With some emotionally delivered power, like Zelda?

The need to have her here, that yearning and desperate desire, was back, and Link struggled to swallow the lump in his throat. It was okay; they’d figure this out. Mineru, Rauru and Sonia. Between Mineru’s knowledge of the stones, Rauru’s experience with light power, and Sonia’s knowledge of Hylian history, they would be ready. The mummy wouldn’t know what hit it, and he would be home with Zelda sooner than later.

Rauru hustled them into the main hall, where a massive group of people, from the Rito to the Zora to the Goron to the Gerudo, sat on the floor, as was tradition, that they might feel the vibrations of the drums through their feet. Rauru took the seat reserved for the three of them in the back, Ruta, Medoh, Rudania, and Naboris all already present, with Twinrova skulking by their aunt. It was the first Link had seen of them in ages, and they vibrated with negative energy. What was their problem? The Celebration of the Heroines was a time of honor, of festivity! It was a joyous occasion! Beside them, back stiff and face dark, sat Ganondorf.

Link turned his attention to the center of the great hall, where eight women in black, red, and green began to sing. Link realized with pleasant surprise that the harmony was in two languages: Gerudo and Hylian, overlapping into a beautiful chorus of sound. A sign of cultural exchange and unity, Link thought with a smile. A few seats down, Ganondorf looked into the crowd but didn’t seem to be seeing it, and Link frowned. He gave a little wave close to his chest, and Ganondorf noticed from the corner of his eye.

“Okay?” Link signed, and Ganondorf didn’t reply, turning back to the women in the center of the hall. Beside him, Twinrova snickered, and Link’s frown deepened.

“At first—” One Gerudo sang, the woman behind her echoing her words in Hylian.

“At first—”

“There was only Din, the Great Sand Goddess whose breath contained the beginnings of everything to come—”

“There was only Din, the Great Sand Goddess whose breath contained the beginnings of everything to come—"

“He’s done a wonderful job,” Sonia whispered in Link’s ear, and he nodded. Ganondorf had done a phenomenal one, and it would surely be remembered from years to come as a vital day in Hylian history. A Gerudo celebration in Hylian halls, Gerudo and Zonai sitting knee to knee and shoulder to shoulder—it would not be soon forgotten.

The blue sister of Twinrova leaned over to her brother and whispered something in his ear, her eyes flashing to Link for a moment, bright and leering, and Naboris swatted her on the shoulder.

“Focus. Gossip later,” she said, and Twinrova rolled their eyes. Ganondorf glared at them, and the glee in their eyes only grew. It unsettled Link, and he found his hand drifting to Fi and the secret stone at his side.

I’ll reforge you soon, he promised her, and she fluttered under his fingertips, warm and comforting, heartbeat weak but still alive. I’ll find the dragons and channel the stone or Triforce or whatever and get you home. Get both of us home.

Zelda would be so jealous she was missing the first Celebration of the Heroines to be celebrated on Hylian soil. Link could already picture her pout and crossed arms, nose turned up as he described the world he saw back at Hyrule’s creation. He wished he had the Sheikah slate or Purah pad so that he could take photos to show her, especially ones of Sonia and Rauru. The first king and queen of Hyrule—she would be ecstatic to meet them, drilling into them with a million and one questions. And getting to meet the leaders of the other races, with their names as the source of her beloved Sheikah Beasts, would surely have her heart leaping over the moon in excitement. For the millionth time, he wished she was here, that she could see this all with her own eyes instead of his words.

He missed her. He wondered what she would think of the Celebration play. She was never good at sitting still for too long, but she’d be honored to hear words written by a male Gerudo king himself, instead of one of Riju’s advisors like last year.

The drums rose in speed and volume, signifying the battle between the light creature and Din, and Link watched with awe at the spinning linens and colors as the women danced in a mock battle, clapping when the light creature fell with a dramatic cry and boom of drums. Naboris clapped loudest of them all, dark face lit up with pride. She was mesmerizing in her glittering gold jewelry, the normal white of her clothes lined in gold and topaz, her green lip replaced with sparkling, electric yellow paint, her eyes lined in white kohl. Twinrova had not dressed up, much to Link’s surprise, their casual clothing almost insulting considering the sheer importance of the festival.

Naboris didn’t hold a candle to Ganondorf. His face paint was immaculate, his hair in elegant, scarlet braids, the diadem on his forehead sparkling in the light. At his side was his magatama blade, the first Link had seen of it since he returned it to the Gerudo chief. The Gerudo’s hand rested on the hilt, fingers glittering with rings, and watched the play with dark eyes. He looked… disquieted. Uneasy. Something was wrong. Link wanted to slip down the line of guests and prod him, ask what had him so gloomy, but the drums were picking up again, a special trill of wood on stretched sandseal skin as each dancer wished ‘Din’ goodbye and took up their place a Heroine, pantomiming each of the Eight’s mighty adventures. Twinrova glanced his way and caught his eye.

Their eyes crinkled, the only visible part of their face, yet Link could feel their grin, predatory and vicious. He wrapped his hand on Fi’s hilt, which had grown hot. She chimed, warning of danger, and began to glow, softly at first, then burningly bright, shining even through the scabbard, and the smell of ozone and crackle of electricity began to fill the room.

Danger

Danger—

Link jumped to his feet, signing a quick apology in response to Ganondorf’s raised brow before walking as quickly as he could from the room without stampeding over everyone. He hurried to the first empty corridor he could find, being sure to shut the door to the main hall behind him—Fi just grew hotter, nearly screaming now at his hip, and Link winced at her heat as he drew the sword.

“What the fuck, Fi?” He whispered, but his sword simply continued to chime and flash wildly. Electricity crackled up and down the blade, the hilt vibrating in his hand, and he shushed her softly, trying wildly to think of some way to calm her. She’d never acted like this before, even when facing the Calamity.

Behind them, the main hall roared with applause. The play was over. He’d missed the ending. Well, damn. Ganondorf would never let him live that down, would he?

“Come on, Fi…” He whispered, running a soothing hand over the blade. He was suddenly very grateful for Mineru’s thought to add lightning resistance to his arm as lightning shot up his prosthetic where he touched the blade, from his fingertips to his teeth, leaving his mouth tasting burnt and coppery. He yelped, dropping her with a clatter, pressing his prosthetic to his chest. How could something that wasn’t his to begin with hurt? It wasn’t like he could even feel shit with this arm, just pressure, not the warmth of a soft touch or the cool of a breeze, just the pressure and textures around him.

If he wouldn’t be able to feel the heat of Zelda’s hand then he shouldn’t be able to feel the burning power of Fi, damn it!

He could hear the start of music, of laughter, smell rich foods even through the door—so the party had officially started. He was missing it. Thanks, Fi. He thought with a bitter scowl, before leaning down to prod her with a prosthetic finger. She crackled, a jolt going up his hand and he swore, shaking out his arm. He pulled the scabbard from his belt and slowly slid Fi in with his boot.

“Link?” A soft voice came from the doorway. The door shut with a heavy sound as Sonia stepped into the hall. “Are you alright?”

“F-I-N-E” He signed over his shoulder, and reached for Fi, careful only to touch the scabbard. He could still feel her humming through the metal, and she glowed brightly, once, twice, three time, so bright it burned to look at her, before fading out. Spots flickered across his vision, and Fi let out one last, mournful chime before going dark.

“… Oh my.” Sonia breathed, kneeling beside him. Fi had scorched the stone around her, leaving cracks across the marble, dust fluttering up at her gentle breath. Link snorted.

“Oh my. Yeah.” He signed, rocking back on his heels and burying his face in his hands.

“It’s alright, darling,” Sonia said softly, reaching out and rubbing his back in soft, gentle circles. “We’ll fix this. After everything settles, we’ll go underground and find the dragon spirits and all will be well.”

Link snorted. “You make it sound so simple,” he whispered, and Sonia bumped his shoulder.

“Even the hardest of tasks can be made simple with friends.” She said, and Link finally looked up.

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

Sonia stood and cleared her throat.

“Actually, Link, I’ve been meaning to show you something.”

“Really? Well, after the party—”

“Link… we should go now. I’ve been preparing it for so long, and I don’t know long the party will go, and heavens’ knows how long Zelda will stay asleep afterwards. It will take but a moment.”

Link frowned. “Then let me tell Ganondorf. He’ll be peeved if I miss any more—”

Sonia cupped his face. “He’s a chief, Link, a king. He’s a big boy.”

Link snorted. “Sometimes I’m not so sure.”

Link slid his shawl off, wrapping it around Fi and her scabbard to be able to safely hold her, then stood. Sonia’s smile was small, soft, but bright, and she offered Link an elbow. He took it.

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They walked in silence. Link enjoyed the respite from words, signed or otherwise, listening instead to Sonia’s gentle breaths and the thump of muted music from downstairs. He hoped this wouldn’t take too long; as much as he loved spending time with Sonia, he had been looking forward to the celebration ever since Ganondorf agreed to it and he would hate to miss any more of it.

Sonia moved with less of her usual grace, her gait sluggish and back stiff. Zelda, as adorable as the baby was, must have the queen beyond weary. Link debated offering her the chance to sit and take a break, but Sonia seemed determined to get them to their destination quickly.

They moved up, scaling a spiraling staircase with wide windows that opened to the gardens below, but the view from the windows was nothing compared to that from the roof. Link gasped as Sonia held open the door.

He could no longer hear music. The party was far, far behind them, but the party was quickly forgotten as Link took in the view. There seemed to be more stars in the past than there was in his Hyrule, though how he did not know. Sonia gestured for him to move to the edge, and Link did so, resting his palms on the stone railing and looking down. The drop stretched and stretched and stretched, and Link suddenly found himself yearning for his paraglider that he might be able to jump and take flight, becoming one with the wind and clouds and stars.

“Alright, Sonia. I’ll admit the view is beautiful, but what is it you needed to show me so badly?” Link said, his voice hanging near silently in the air, even in the quiet of the night.

Behind him, Sonia was still.

“…Sonia?”

“You know,” Sonia said, voice cold. “You are far too trusting.”

Link spun, just in time to see the Gerudo scimitar be flung his direction with deadly, pin point aim. Yet, before he even had time to dive out of the way, it froze. The blade hung perfectly still in the air, glowing a bright gold. Behind Sonia, arm outstretched, stone aglow at her breast, was another Sonia. Now that Link could see the two side by side, the flaws and cracks in the first was clear. Whatever she—whatever it—was, it was not Sonia.

“Oh, my. I must say, it’s a bit strange to hear myself say such a thing. I would like to think it is quite out of character. But then, you aren’t me, aren’t you, puppet?”

Puppet Sonia snarled and Sonia’s laugh was unaffected, unafraid. “Did you really think I hadn’t realized your deceit, Ganondorf? What a coward, sending magic to do what he himself cannot.” Sonia flicked her wrist and the blade dropped, though the light in her stone did not fade. Puppet Sonia’s beautiful, imperfect face twisted into a sneer and she laughed, going limp as a marionette whose stings had been cut, hanging there grotesquely before melting away into red goo.

Gloom.

“Stay back,” Link said as Sonia stepped closer to the red remanence, “that stuff is dangerous.”

“Are you alright?” Sonia asked, cupping Link’s face and tilting it this way and that. Link nodded.

“Fine. I’m fine. But you said—surely, he couldn’t—do really think that Ganondorf—?”

“Positive.” Sonia said darkly, pulling Link into a tight hug.

Link opened his mouth to tell her to let go, that they didn’t have the time for affection, when he was stopped by the sound of clapping. Link shoved Sonia behind him, hand going to Fi’s hilt. Blocking the door to back downstairs, stood two plainly dressed figures of blue and red, their faces hidden in gold, one’s arms crossed lazily while the other stood with her hip cocked, clapping, her movements slow and mocking. Twinrova.

“Her royal idiot and the sand rat finally figure it out.” They said in chorus, and Link could feel their smiles under their masks. Sonia straightened, holding out a glowing hand.

“Let us pass.”

“’Fraid we can’t do that, your Majesty.”

Sonia lifted her chin. “Fine. Then I shall make you.”

Sonia surged forward, and before the woman could even move, Fi was in Link’s hand, singing at the chance to be held, to be brandished, to draw blood. The blue Twinrova ran to meet him, her Gerudo longsword’s massive reach proving to be a problem against the Master Sword’s unfortunate new length. Link spun, dipping around her swings, tuning out Twinrova’s taunting voice as she whispered vicious, cruel words.

“Don’t worry. We’ll be merciful. We’ll take you out first so you don’t have to see your king follow. It’s a pity you didn’t get a knife in the back from the puppet—that’d be much, much kinder than what we’re going to do to you.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Link could see Sonia doing… something with her stone, jerking the other Twinrova’s arms this way and that, forcing her to hold positions and rewind, spinning her around via the manipulation of time itself. Link didn’t understand at all how she was doing it, but she was doing it well.

Link could hear footsteps, heavy and steady, and knew any minute now Rauru would be here, ready to put an end to the insurrection before it started. The thundering footfall grew louder and Link turned to see Rauru—

It was not the Zonai.

His jeweled fingers glittered, the green, black, and red robes fluttering softly in the slight breeze, not a red braid out of place. On his forehead, Ganondorf’s diadem was perfectly center, but the diamond that had once sat in its center was gone, leaving a gaping, open hole, ripe for the filling.

Ganondorf.

“Ganondorf, what the fuck is going—”

Ganondorf drew his blade, but he did not point it at his sisters, and Link’s gut filled with bitter cold as he realized Sonia had been right.

Link turned, abandoning Twinrova, and charged, Fi raised, ignoring the pain as her electricity rippled through his prosthetic. His blade met Ganondorf’s chest, only for it to slice through gloom. One Ganondorf, then two, then five, suddenly melted into existence, circling Sonia and Link tighter and tighter.

“How could you?” Link screamed, voice catching. The Phantom Ganons said nothing. “I trusted you! I vouched for you! I gave you chance after chance!”

He swung, Fi cutting through a limb here, a gut there, finding nothing but gloom and red. Was Ganondorf even fucking here? Behind him, Twinrova had drawn out Sonia, taking up all her attention, but the woman seemed capable of holding her own. A Phantom charged, and Link barely made it out of the way. He flipped back, but with so many opponents, it was near impossible to get the timing right for a flurry rush.

“You really think,” the Phantoms echoed, “that I would let this kingdom steamroll my people? Abuse the continent?”

A jab, a dodge, a slice that cut through gloom and nothing else, a lunge and roll under a blade, again, again, again, till sweat poured down Link’s face into his eyes. He couldn’t keep doing this. There was too many, too much.

“You’re a traitor!” Link spat, and the Phantoms laughed.

“Your king will bring nothing but destruction to this land. I am a savior.”

Link grit his teeth through the pain of Fi’s unstable magic racing up his arms, giving up on form and structure and lashing out blindly instead. Finally, finally, his sword met flesh.

Before him, Ganondorf looked down at the thin line of blood through the slash across his chest. His face darkened as he laughed, wiping it away. He raised his blade.

“I see now,” he rumbled, “why you failed against your Calamity. You are weak. You were then, and you are now.”

Link grimaced. He tried to move his blade, but with Fi screaming in his hand, pain searing up the prosthetic into flesh and bone as it met his shoulder, his movements were sporadic and sloppy, and the anger that had fueled him was quickly being replaced by exhaustion.

There were just too many. There was just too much. He—he wasn’t getting out of this, was he?

“Link—!”

Link didn’t process it at first. He almost swung at Sonia, not realizing the hands on him were from a friend and not a foe, but it wouldn’t have mattered if he had. Not with Ganondorf’s speed, not with Sonia throwing him back as he failed to raise Fi in time to block the man, prosthetic spluttering and sparking—not as Ganondorf’s blade cut from navel to breast, letting out a spray out red and heat. The lovers carved at Sonia’s chest were split clean in two, the secret stone between them clattering to the floor. Link lay on the ground where Sonia had thrown him, frozen as Ganondorf leaned down. He picked up the stone.

It was so small in his massive hands.

“SONIA!”

Link hauled himself to his feet and scrambled to her. Her dress had been split from stomach to neckline—as had her skin, cut from her belly all the way up her neck, red, hot, and slick, blood gushing forth. Link pressed down on her chest, but he wasn’t stupid. There was no saving this, no going back from that. Her eyes found his as she gripped his hands.

“You’re gonna be okay, I swear it, I—”

“Link…” She took one of his hands and slid it away from the wound, from the fat that still lingered on her stomach from pregnancy. He could feel something slimy and hot, and shuddered as he tried to pretend he didn’t know he was touching intestines. Instead, Sonia pulled Link’s hand towards Fi’s electrified hilt, eyes wide with pain, but not fear. “You must… protect…”

“Hylians have always been weak.” Twinrova said from behind him, and Link searched desperately for the earlier rage, but found nothing but numbness. He needed to get up. He needed to get up. He needed—

Something sharp pressed to the back on his neck from where he sat curled over Sonia’s wheezing body. If the sound was coming from her mouth or from her punctured lungs, Link wasn’t sure.

“You’ve done your best.” Ganondorf’s voice was surprisingly soft. “And I shall grant you a swift warrior’s death. It is simply the nature of the world. I shall save this continent, and your sacrifice will not be forgotten.”

Link needed to move. He needed to get out of here, take Sonia and run but… but he was tired. And he’d been fighting for so long, ever since he was old enough to hold that damn sword.

What would Zelda think, never getting to see him again? Zelda, Sidon, Teba, Riju, Paya… would they miss him?

Master…

Master!

Fi’s voice echoed in Link’s head. Sonia’s face was crimson below him.

Your job here is unfinished.

There are things you must yet do.

Get up!

Fi’s voice pounded behind his eyes, her usual metallic chime melding with a soft, rich, feminine voice that Link knew to well.

You are the light—our light—that must shine on Hyrule. Zelda whispered, her voice somehow far away and perfectly close. You cannot fail! Courage need not be remembered for it is never—

Link rolled, just as the sword came down. There was a horrible squelch as Ganondorf’s blade hit Sonia’s body instead of where Link had just been laying over it, and Sonia gave out a horrific screech before going still.

The door to the roof flew open, Rauru and Naboris emerging.

“What—” Naboris spat, eyes wide with horror as she took in the bloody sight, “the fuck have you done?”

Ganondorf’s gaze narrowed.

“What you were too cowardly to do.” He said, though if Link didn’t know any better, he’d say the man’s gaze softened with something pained as his eyes lingered on his aunt. Naboris unsheathed her twin swords.

“Can we kill her?” Twinrova shouted to their brother as they circled their aunt. Ganondorf grit his teeth.

He raised the stone, and Rauru’s breath caught at the sight of it, eyes finally finding his wife. The Zonai screamed, a horrible, bleeding sound that ripped through Link as he rushed to his wife’s side. Ganondorf paid him no mind. The stone seemed to beat in Ganondorf’s hand, some grotesque heartbeat as he placed it to the empty diadem.

All way quiet for a nanosecond, no sound but Link’s heartbeat, before the dark sky reddened and sound exploded around him—screaming wails pouring from the very skies like vile rain, along with red filth. Link’s eyes widened. He’d never seen so much gloom in his life, his skin burning as it rained down on the roof. Gloom seeped from the ground, pooling around them, sloshing across the ground like waves before a storm and hovering in the air as the sky became scarlet.

The moon swelled, bloody and red.

Ganondorf screamed. He doubled over, and Link couldn’t help the split second of an urge he felt to go to him, to make sure his friend wasn’t in pain. Ganondorf panted, curling around himself as the gloom thickened, and let out a horrible, gut wrenching, inhuman sound.

When Ganondorf straightened, Link almost didn’t recognize him. His warm brown skin was grey, his forehead sprouting still-growing horns, his hair slithering behind him like fiery snakes. Suddenly, it clicked. The flaming hair, the elegant, gloom covered clothes, and bastardized Gerudo diadem on his head— Link’s stomach dropped as he put together the pieces.

The mummy.

Link thought he might vomit, then and there.

Gloom poured down on them. Link could feel it sap at his strength as Rauru cradled Sonia beside him. Ganondorf alone was untouched by the filth, seeming almost to feed on it.

That wasn’t Ganondorf. Not anymore. Link wasn’t sure what the fuck it was, but that creature was something utterly inhuman.

“You’re too late, your Majesty” Ganondorf rumbled, his voice ringing in Link’s ears despite how far away he stood. His smile was chilling, triumphant and proud as he addressed Rauru. “You took for granted the godlike powers in your hands—do you now see the potential you squandered? As for her—” Ganondorf gestured flippantly to Sonia, as if he hadn’t been eating elbow to elbow with her that morning, as if he hadn’t held her child. “She is merely the first victim of your arrogance. I had planned to take the boy from you, but she did well enough. You tried to control me, Rauru, to control all the continent, and you shall die knowing you have failed!”

Link struggled to his feet. Exhaustion pulled on him, but his grip on Fi’s hilt had never felt stronger. Ganondorf chuckled.

“Really, Link?”

Link spat at his feet.

“Very well. Fight me, and loose pitifully, but do not look away when I strike you down, sand rat. You must witness the arrival of a King, and the birth of his new world.”

Link grit his teeth.

Eyes on your enemy, Zelda, Fi, and someone distinctly holy he didn’t recognize, spoke into his very brain, their voices overlapping into a brilliantly divine song. You must not fail.

Link raised Fi. He no longer felt her spasm in his grasp, and if it did, it would not have mattered anyways.

He would not fail.

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luckybyrdrobyn · 2 years ago

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So uhm the thing you were chatting with Legend about

Is this a reference to something? I haven’t played a decent chunk of the game (I’ve watched my father play most of them) so I dunno if I’m being an idiot or what

I skimmed through like the entire inventories for Triforce Heroes and Links Awakening, did I miss something?

It’s from a link between worlds, Ravio gives Link a bracelet when they first meet as a type of rent for staying in his house. It’s the same bracelet that then allows Link to turn into a painting which is one of the main mechanisms for the game.

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triforcepaintingsolution · 2 months ago

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anne-wolfe · 2 years ago

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A List of What I Received for Scribbles and Drabbles 2022

This year I was delighted to be gifted several different written works for Scribbles and Drabbles! I've collected all links and summaries here - I couldn't decide on an order, so I just decided to go with the order in which I received Ao3 notifications for them. (I've put links under a readmore to avoid taking over people's dashboards.)

Portal to Anywhere by Shadow This is about the doors we step through during our lives. Both the real ones and the metaphysical ones.

Early One Morning by elennalore Nolofinwë is often awake before anyone else. This morning, however, he finds Maitimo at his favourite spot by the lake; Maitimo who has not left his sickbed since his rescue.

One day... by I_did_not_mean_to This is my submission for Art Number 107 - Tree Mosaic by Anne Wolfe. In honour of my friend Polutropos, I made it a DaeMags piece; I truly hope that's okay with the artist. Lots of love from me, enjoy this drabble straight from my heart!

Family Portrait by maglor_my_beloved Having a portrait of four young children painted isn't easy

I know I've loved you before by I_did_not_mean_to This is my submission for Art Number 118 - Portal to Anywhere by Anne Wolfe. Thank you for being so kind and inspiring; as you can see by the word count, this one ran a little bit away with me for a Drabble lol Either way, I hope this amuses you a little… Lots of love!

Riven Water by Anerea Elrond meets the maker of the Bruinen River valley where he built his homely house… and they both learn they have a lot more in common than may be thought.

The Rings and the Triforce by Zhie The true power of the three Elven rings was not in their making, but in the power of the stones they held.

Robe de Style by lferion Luthien liked bright colors and contrasts.

Always Arwen by Zhie Elladan and Elrohir tour the halls of the Gondor Archives with their sister and give their opinions on royal names.

Colours of your Heart by maglor_my_beloved Gil-Galad knows the part he is expected to play, and he plays it well. Elrond refuses to play a part.

Eä, not Oz by lferion Dorothy finds herself not in Oz, but someplace Other

Waiting at the Walls by Zhie Bergil watches over the walls, waiting on the eve of battle. He asks his father questions; some are easier to answer than others.

Let the Only Sound be the Overflow by Lorinand_Lost Elwing dreams of transformation. For Scribbles and Drabbles 2022 for Anne_Wolfe's playlist submission

In the Halls of Waiting by lferion Being an impression of one Elf's journey in Mandos

Sunrise by lferion Watching the sun rise

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pastelsandpining · 3 years ago

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Whumptober Day 17

field care 101

“Please don’t move” | hemorrhage | dread

fairy for your troubles - part 1

part 2

warnings: fire, injury, blood, needles, stitching, loss of consciousness

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Though their disguise was deceitful and successful enough, they were not truly a member of the Sheikah tribe. Sheik was not raised in Kakariko, could not call it a home in the same way that Impa could. The quaint village at the base of Death Mountain had housed them for some time in the beginning, and when their ever wandering feet brought them back, they did not complain. That made it no less painful, no less heart wrenching to see the little town engulfed in flames. Not a single thing moved, aside from the rising plumes of smoke and licking of the flames, which made them pray that it meant everyone had evacuated. Either that, or…

From the knowledge they harbored about Kakariko, there was only one thing short of a natural disaster that could have caused a fire so large and fast-spreading. Sheik stumbled to a stop at the edge of the old well, peering inside with furrowed brows. Nothing was moving, In fact, the bottom of the well was still as sealed as ever, but they worried that meant very little. What they were dealing with, a spirit that embodied the unjust and inhumane crimes of the royal family and thus, by association, this village and its people, would not be stopped by something so small if it had already caused this much strife. They contemplated jumping into the well themselves to try and handle it, because what was the use of a princess, a Sage, a holder of the Triforce that’d undergone the training fit for a warrior, if they could not handle an evil spirit? Except painting the spirit as evil without acknowledging the source of that evil as their own flesh and blood was wrong.

Something was moving. Something was nudging the pile of rocks and rubble and debris at the bottom of the well.

“Sheik!”

Now was not the time for the Hero of Time to come running over, no matter how calming the sight of him could be. Sheik extended an arm to stop his advance as the boulders shook and shuddered.

“Get back, Link,” they ordered when the hero did not stop, because he never did. Dedicated and determined and loyal to a fault, that made him more fit than anyone to be the one chosen by the ancient gods to carry out their will.

Suspiciously, the rocks had fallen still. Things were silent, save for the crackling of the fire around them, and their face covering did very little to stop the stench of smoke from reaching into their chest and seizing their lungs. It was quiet; why was it quiet?

And then, it wasn’t.

The wooden scaffolding above the well, what once would’ve held a bucket to transport water, shot into the air with enough force that it splintered apart upon contact with the ground. Sheik tried to back away, but what felt like a hand, firm and icy cold, wrapped around their body and pulled them, kicking and squirming, from the ground. It squeezed so hard that they couldn’t breathe, and they swung them about like they were nothing more than a rag doll. Sheik clawed desperately at the air, at the being they couldn’t see, but nothing came from it. They were thrown through the air, helpless to catch onto anything and break their fall, and they hit the ground hard enough to blacken their vision. Or maybe that was the shadow on the ground, racing towards them faster than they could process. They tried to move, to push themselves up on shaky arms, but the shadow was over them and a sting broke over their back with a sensation so horrible, they were crying out and gripping the decaying grass that broke off in their hands.

Whatever that shadow beast had done made their head swim and vision blur. It was a miracle they could see Link at all as he stood in front of them. How silly they were once, when they were a child imagining the little forest hero protecting them like this, and now, they would’ve liked more than anything for it not to be real. The shadow figure was returning at an alarming speed. Sheik managed to rise to their elbows to cry out his name before Link was swept off of the ground and swung through the air. It was horrifying, the way the gashes and cuts seemed to just appear on his skin, dripping and flinging blood with every movement he was forced to make. He was screaming, a sound that squeezed their heart so tight, it might burst, and all they could do was throw a Deku Seed at the beast. It exploded in a flash of white light, causing the shadow to screech out and drop the Hero of Time before slithering off to who knows where.

Finally, Sheik managed the strength to scramble from the ground and sprint dizzily over to the unmoving man mere meters away. They wrenched the ocarina from his hip to call forth the buckets of rain that could put out the fires, then dropped it in the grass before them without bothering to revert the weather back to its previous state. There was something far more urgent at hand.

Link looked terrible. He seemed hardly conscious, his eyes dazed and a little dull, horribly unfocused as he looked up at them. Both of his arms had rather nasty cuts, and the wound across his chest looked no better. They couldn’t see his back, but they could see the red staining the grass underneath him, and that was enough to scare them.

“Link,” Sheik spoke, throwing caution aside as they pulled the covering from their face to rip into pieces. It was hardly enough to wrap all they could once, much less multiple times. Link shifted, writhing beneath their touch, and tried what they assumed was to get up.

“Please, stop moving,” they begged, pressing a little harder on the gash in his chest. Link cried out and squirmed again, like he was trying to get away, but Sheik held firm and repeated themself, “I need you to keep still. You’re going to be just fine.”

But Link’s eyes had started to drift closed, and gods, that wasn’t ideal either.

“Hey,” they spoke again, giving his shoulder a gentle shake. “Hey, stay with me, Link. I need you to stay awake, can you do that for me?”

“It hurts,” he croaked out. The strain in his voice tore their heart into two.

“I know,” Sheik replied and gathered the tattered hero in their arms, wincing at his groans. “I know, but if you stay awake for me, I’ll let you in on a secret. How does that sound?”

Link’s only answer was a pained cry as they stood up and rushed him into Impa’s house. They didn’t know where she was at the moment, but they were sure she wouldn’t mind them spreading Link out across the table.

As quickly as they could work with shaking hands, Sheik dug through Impa’s supplies until they found what they were looking for: rolls of bandages from when they were a child, getting injured nearly every day as they learned how to fight and defend themself. How to survive. For good measure, they also took the medical thread and a needle.

“Hey, Link,” they said when they approached him again. His blue eyes pried back open and Sheik sighed in relief. “I have that secret to tell you. Do you want to hear it?”

They set the needle over an open flame to clean and purify it and got to work putting pressure on the worst of the wounds while waiting. Link was struggling to keep his eyes open.

“I can’t tell you where she is,” they continued in a whisper as if he’d answered them at all. “But Zelda is close.”

That name, their real name under the Sheikah disguise they were forced to wear, brought Link back to the grasp of consciousness. He looked up at them, really looked, and they wondered if he was putting the pieces together now that he could see the bottom half of their face.

“She’s safe?” he asked, then furrowed his brows in pain when Sheik pressed his hand over the blood soaked cloth.

“As safe as she could ever be,” they promised, grabbing the needle and threading it. “Tell me about her.”

Anything to keep him talking, to distract him from the pain of the needle moving in and out of his skin, sewing severed flesh back together again. Link pressed his head back against the table with a whimper and they murmured an apology that meant very little when they had to keep doing it.

“I don’t—“ he broke off, inhaling sharply, “—know anything about her now, but, when we were kids, I thought the world of her.”

His words, a little slurred from his fading consciousness—it was so hard to keep someone injured awake—made their heart pop like it was nothing more than a little carnival balloon. Did he really think so highly of the little princess who put his life in danger so many times, including now? They wanted nothing more than to reveal themself then, assure Link that Zelda was out of harm's way and capable of fighting with him.

“Anything else?” they asked, just to keep him talking, but they didn’t expect to sound so full of emotion. “I’m almost done, Link. Just a little longer.”

“Have you seen her recently?” he asked, his dazed gaze never leaving the ceiling.

“I have,” Sheik replied as they set the needle aside and began wrapping his stitched wounds with the bandages. “Why?”

“Is she pretty?” he questioned. His eyes were slowly falling shut, but it was less urgent that he stay awake now. He deserved the rest. “I think she’ll be beautiful.”

And with that, the hero fell unconscious.

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Sort of continuation of this, but it also does stand on it’s own!

Title: A small problem Characters: Ravio, Wind, Minish and Legend Includes threats of violence “Tags:” First meetings - No-one is sure what they’re doing but that’s ok - Zelda shows up!

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Ravio was speechless, a little scared, but most powerfully: mesmerized. Two kids, clearly younger than him and both with bright blond locks that rivaled the sun, were engaged in combat.

Although fists were flying, neither had landed a single hit. When the older one, who he had dubbed Mr. Sailor, threw a hit, the younger one, Mr. Small, would live up to his nickname and shrink to a very small size.

He’d then unshrink, throw a hit himself, and miss as the other pulled quite the leap to get away.

Ravio was simply waiting for one of them to land a hit, and for the situation to escalate badly, as he was too afraid to intervene.

Another crack followed then, they were starting to give Ravio a headache.

From it appeared a pink haired boy, tallest of the people present. He blinked in surprise, glancing around.

His appearance seemed to distract the coat wearing boy, who ended up getting decked in the face and fell over shouting “SHIT!” very loudly.

“Oh my.” Signed the newest arrival, looking at the situation before him with wide eyes. “Am I interrupting something?”

“I’m glad you are.” Ravio responded, walking over to the seemingly sane one, although staying from stabbing range just in case. “I’ve been trying to get these two to stop fighting for ages!”

“No you haven’t!” Grumbled the kid slowly getting himself back from the ground, while the smaller one stood smugly nearby.

“Do I look like someone who could stop a fist fight with force?” Ravio pointed out. “Neither of you listened to reason, so I simply was waiting for an opening.”

“An opening for what?”

He hadn’t had a proper plan. “Why would I tell that? You might fight again and I don’t want you to know what to expect.” However they did not have to know about that.

“Why were they fighting?” the pink one asked.

“He started it.” Coat boy complained.

“Ah. Uhm.” Ravio scratched the back of his head: “From what I could tell, I was simply talking to Mr. Sailor here, then the small one appeared from the bushes and kicked him in the back of the knee.”

“But why?”

“I’m not quite sure.” Ravio confessed.

The stranger tilted his head, confused, before turning to look at the small smug one. “Could you tell us now?”

The very small one scoffed, but signaled for them to follow.

They were in the yard of a small house, and near the window was a little patch of what looked more like weeds than anything else. The kid pointed at one of the weeds that had been very slightly stood upon.

The pink haired one understood, his fist meeting his palm in understanding. “It’s not nice to trample on other people’s plants, Mr. Sailor.”

Coat boy crossed his arms. “I didn’t do it on purpose. I just appeared right there! I would’ve moved if I knew I was standing on a plant.”

“It’s just a big misunderstanding then.” The pink one nodded, kneeling down to be the smallest one’s height. “Next time try to tell him to move before kicking him, okay?”

Mr. Small looked unimpressed, but nodded.

Ravio was just confused as to why anyone would care about such an useless patch of plants. The only valuable thing lost here was a possible alliance between the two small ones.

Kids, oh so dumb. Ravio smiled to himself.

“When you said you appeared-” the Pink one spoke again, standing up and turning to the sailor. “Was it like how I did?”

Mr. Sailor nodded. “Yeah. One moment I was just hammering some nails and suddenly I’m here. Being kicked in the back of my knee. By the smallest bokoblin I’ve ever seen.”

The small one raised a fist, but the pink one grabbed it mid air, and held it still. The small one seemed shocked that someone could- Or more likely- Would try and stop him.

“Oh sorry, I meant rat.” Said the sailor, sticking his tongue out.

“Please stop antagonizing the small child with a sword.” Ravio said in a hushed voice.

The small one was too entranced by having been stopped to care, simply staring at the pink one with wide eyes.

“Huh. What a strange situation.” The pink one continued, ignoring the general chaos. “Well, I suppose if we’re all in it, we should get to know one another. My name is Link. Spelt L-I-N-K”

The smallest one pointed at himself, all the while Mr. Sailor gasped: “Wait- That’s my name too.”

Ravio felt himself tense up a bit, what he had been suspecting was indeed going on, wasn’t it?

The house that looked eerily like the one Link lived in, then there was the clear fact he was in Hyrule, and that there were people who looked eerily like Link but weren’t him…

Oh great goddess of lorule, take him back home please. This is not ideal.

“Hm…” The pink one pondered. “This seems like it’d mean something significant.”

You think? Ravio raised a brow, before shaking off the questioning look to smile politely like a good salesman. “Link isn’t the most common name, so I have to agree.”

He walked closer to the pink one, mostly certain he wouldn’t stab him. With a hand on his back, he continued. “The only Link I know of is the legendary hero of hyrule! It’d be ridiculous for him to be here, though, wouldn’t it?”

“I am he.” Mr. Sailor said.

The tall one blinked at that. “But.. So am I?”

The smallest one dug through his pockets, and pulled out a small note, handing it to Ravio.

Ravio read it out loud to everyone: “Link is the hero of Hyrule, and is allowed to do what he sees fit in order to keep the country safe. Signed, Princess Zelda.”

“...We can’t all be heroes of Hyrule.” Mr. Sailor complained. “And I know for one that I’m not lying, so.”

“There isn’t just one, though.” Ravio spoke up. “Legends speak of a hero in green who appeared centuries ago, perhaps he too had someone before him, and there was someone after.”

“Centuries, though.” Mr. Sailor pointed out, “Do I look a hundred years old to you?”

The smallest one nodded, but Ravio shook his head.

“I’ve heard of stranger things than time travel, in these lands.” Ravio stated.

“I suppose it is a plausible theory.” The pink one pondered, hand on chin. “I know I’m not lying either.”

“And the small one has a letter from the princess.”

“It could be forged.” The sailor pointed out.

Ravio wanted to point out he could tell a forgery from the real thing pretty easily, and had seen enough of Hilda’s writing to know how the royal family conducts it’s deeds. However, that’d make him seem kind of suspicious. “We could go and find out?” Ravio decided to ask instead.

“How?”

“This is clearly the small one’s home, if these are his plants. So this is his Hyrule.” Ravio explained. “Let’s go to the castle, and if the kid is allowed in, it means it’s not forged.”

“I suppose that’s a fair plan.” The pink replied. “And since neither of us are apparently lying, if the letter is real, then- Er, what’s your name?”

“I’m Ravio.” He responded, “The greatest merchant around.”

“Okay- It’s nice to meet you.” The pink one smiled. “Then if all of us are Link like we claim, Ravio’s theory was right.”

“Or some form of it.” Ravio specified.

The pink one nodded. “Very well, little one, could you take us to the castle?”

The smallest one pouted, but began leading the way.

“Holy fuck!” The sailor gasped, looking at the castle once it appeared in the horizon, standing tall yet- A little smaller than Ravio had expected.

The smallest one grinned smugly, walking at a pace more akin to jogging to stay in front of the taller people.

“It’s quite small.” The pink one commented.

“I do agree.” Ravio nodded. “The one I’ve seen is certainly larger.”

“It looks funny.” The pink one smiled, maybe even a little smug.

Ravio took note of it, but did not comment on it.

“So.” The pink one continued. “Your name is Ravio?”

“Like I said, yes.” He nodded. “Are you interested in my wares? I don’t have much on me due to the sudden departure but-”

“Not Link.” He stopped Ravio. “Yet you look a tad like us.”

Ravio blinked, breathing hitched. He missed his hood, but he had been in lorule- He doesn’t need that in Lorule! In Lorule he’s one of a kind!

“I suppose destiny can have a bit of a slip up here and there?” Ravio suggested. Sorry Link, he’d have to steal your identity for a bit here. “I assure you, however, just because I cannot wield a blade does not make me completely useless.”

The pink one simply kept smiling. “Very well, then.”

He hadn’t bought it, had he? Ravio yelled internally, but tried to keep the relaxed facade up.

The castle town was very cute, the sailor looking around with wide eyes, looking like he was taking many internal notes.

What caught Ravio’s eye however, happened a bit later. The smallest showed the letter to a guard by the castle gates, the guard simply sighed, said: “Follow me,” and started walking further into the castle grounds.

“That’s a lot to process.” The pink one spoke again. Ravio had to agree.

They were led to a room to wait- A waiting room, you could say- For the princess to get ready for guests. It matched all the Hyrule castles Ravio had seen, that being one. Stone brick all about, a polished but a little cold interior, with the triforce ever present in all decor.

There were paintings present as well. They seemed to capture the curiosity of all visitors, much to the delight of the smallest one’s ego.

Ravio focused at first on one depicting the princess, she looked similar to the Zelda of the Hyrule he knew, but clearly another person entirely.

He then chose to take a look at the others in their impromptu party, and found the pink one standing under a portrait of what was likely another hero of courage, this one standing tall with a flowing white cape, and a small red bird on his shoulder.

The sight awakened a memory in Ravio, and he found himself suddenly plunged into a mystery.

There was a mural in his Link’s hyrule castle, one depicting the hero prior to him. Zelda had joked to him and Hilda about how she had read the hero actually had pink hair, but the artists took creative liberties and made it dark blond instead.

This couldn’t be the man who sealed Ganon away, was it? Certainly there had been more than one pink haired Link.

Then again, they seemed to be in a situation which included traveling through space and time. Guess that might as well be a detail.

A guard soon showed up, expressing that the princess was ready.

They headed to the throne room. It was bold, large and voices echoed within it. The large windows made it feel slightly less like a scary space, but it did still make him grow a bit uneasy.

In Front of the aforementioned throne, stood the princess, with a bright but curious smile.

“Link, I didn’t know you had made friends!”

The small one tried to hide in his cape, but was unsuccessful.

“It’s very nice to meet you all.” Zelda smiled brightly, as the boys bowed. Ravio hadn’t been sure if that was to be expected, but the smallest one did have a blade and seemed to be satisfied with them bowing, so perhaps it was a good choice.

The pink one took charge soon after, explaining the predicament they found themselves in. Or at least, theorized they did.

“Oh my.” Zelda gasped. “The hero’s spirit will reincarnate this much?! That’s quite saddening.”

“Has the legend of the hero not existed for long here?” The pink one asked.

“We only know of one before Link here.” Zelda explained. “The hero who arrived from the skies to seal away the great evil, so that humanity could return to the lands below.” She said, clearly quoting something.

“...I guess the seal didn’t last.” Zelda added sadly.

The small one rushed over to her, and offered his hand to her. She took hold of it, and smiled with thankfulness in her eyes at the kid.

“Well, if any of you are like Link here, Hyrule is in good hands.” She smiled again. “I wish I could help more though. I’m not sure at all what could be going on, or what to do about it.”

“Do you have time travel items, or something? Getting home would be nice.” The sailor asked.

“I can ask for research on the topic to be conducted.” Zelda nodded. “Until then, you may stay at the castle, if you’d like.”

“Thank you very much, your highness.” The pink- Okay, he needed a nickname, Ravio decided. Whether he was the legendary hero or not, calling him Mr. Legend should help butter the guy up for possible sales, anyway.

With that, they were led to a guest room. Ravio was both deeply glad they hadn’t been paired up, as every pairing seemed like a bad idea, but was also absolutely terrified of sharing a room with three swordsmen he barely knew. They were also given instructions on how to get to both the castle library and the town’s library. Information which Ravio decided to make use of the next day.

It was fine really, and the beds were very comfortable! It seemed the spirit of the hero made them all sleepy as hell, as well. So getting stabbed seemed unlikely. However one thing still kept Ravio up that night.

“Bunnies, dark hair…” Mr. Legend had signed to him, when it was just the two of them, the sun having started to settle for the night “It reminds me of a place.”

“Oh, heh. A place, huh?” Ravio chuckled nervously. He didn’t like being put on the spot without a plan.

“It was a dreadful place.” Mr. Legend stated. “I hope you’re not related to it in some way.”

“I sure hope so too?” Ravio stumbled to find the words:“It sounds much worse than Hyrule. Love this place, the grass is very green. Smells great.”

“I hope so too.” Mr. Legend smiled, a strange dead look in his eyes. “I don’t want to take another life.”

Then he just started talking about how he liked apples.

So, it would’ve been stranger if Ravio wasn’t having trouble sleeping!

Oh, goddesses above, help him.

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