#revali and his moles

[avenin7]

pinterest redraw with some botw era kisses

[puppyluver256]

A message from the Mole ;3

--spoilers for The Mole: Shades of Nightfall ep1 (ch1 and ch2)--

"First of all, let's establish one thing: my first victim was FAR too easy to mislead. If only Revali had spent less time schmoozing the ladies instead of paying attention to the game, he might have moved on to the next round. Sadly his failure will not be able to change the meaning of the phrase 'bird-brained'."

--episode 2 begins tomorrow!--

[salemorbit]

Thanks so much for the Imagine, I absolutely LOVED it!!! And by matchups, I meant the one where you send in a description of yourself and get a character you'd be shipped with. If it's alright with you, could I please get one of those for Breath of the Wild?

I'm an Autistic Bisexual Girl, very Boyish and Nerdy, but I'm still friendly and polite, if not a bit socially awkward, flustered and aloof at times. I can ramble on for hours about the things I like, namely Nintendo Games, Animation, Art, Folklore and a bunch of other stuff. I'm an Artist and Writer mainly, but I also love adventures and such. I'm very short, only 4' 11" tall, and I have a bunch of health conditions ranging from sleep apnea to asthma to anxiety. That being said, I'm actually relatively healthy and am working to build muscle, and I especially live swimming and taking walks for exercise. I have long fluffy brown hair, blue eyes, pale skin with a ton of moles and freckles, and a lean body type. I've been told I'm very cute, but Im also pretty tough, though you wouldn't really know it at first glance. I'm very excitable and open, but I can also be nervous and aloof at first.

Sorry this description was so long, I hope you don't mind too much! Thanks so much for the awesome request and offering to do these, I wish you the best hun!!

hehehe thank you!! i'm so glad you liked it that one was fun to write :)

gosh i had two matchups that i think would fit for you! i couldn't make up my mind to do just one so why not both HAHA

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BOTW Matchup!

Based on your description, I think you'd match best with......

Zelda and/or Revali!!

✨Zelda✨

Zelda loves to ramble herself about research and the like, so she definitely wouldn't mind if you found yourself rambling about something you were passionate about!

She would do the thing where she would take some time to talk about what she wanted to and then switch it over to you and give you time to talk and listen

Cute mutual stuff like that!!

She would also love to get you up and moving whenever you felt like you needed to stretch or your anxiety was getting overwhelming

Zelda would take you through the palace gardens and either talk to you to keep your mind active or walk in silence with you if you want just a peaceful little stroll :)

She especially loves your openness and willingness to go on adventures because she's always looking to further her research!

Zelda is also big into braiding hair so she would LOVE your hair and would always fawn over it if you like that

If you were to attend royal dinners or balls or something with her, Zelda would always be at your side if you ever got too nervous or flustered being around so many people you didn't know or starting conversations

If you like physical reassurance, she would most definitely give you a quick squeeze to your hand every once in a while to let you know she was there!

I just think yall would get along so nicely honestly and she would treasure you so much 🥺

🏹Revali🏹

I think you'd do pretty well with Revali because of your ability to put his own mind at ease

The poor Rito worries a lot himself (even though he never wants to admit it but, come on, we all know his mind is always working) so you being exciteable and talkative would do wonders to pull him out of his own head and into the present

Oftentimes he would use your ramblings as background noise as he cleaned or tweaked his weapons, though he would actually be listening and chime in every once in a while

He 100% would tease you if you ever got flustered, but it would be out of love every time and he would make sure that his voice had a joking tone to it so you wouldn't take it badly

If something ever did come off like he wasn't joking, Revali would continuously apologize and keep himself in check

In terms of exercise, Revali mainly gets his by flying but he doesn't have a problem with stretching his legs now and again if you want to take a walk

He appreciates your physique and desire to gain some muscle, so sometimes he'll have you train with him to get in different exercises

You're also the best size to fly around on his back, but he would be so conscious of not going too fast or too high so your asthma wouldn't act up

All around he has the BIGGEST soft spot for you and will show it in small ways when he's around the others, but very grandeur ways when it's just you two!

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i hope i did this all right! it's my first time doing a matchup and i wanted to get in things that i felt would match what you sent in :)

also i just figured out how to add gifs and images on mobile

thank you so much for sending this in! i'm open to doing further matchups if anyone wants

requests are welcome :D

[katedoesfics]

Shadows of Hyrule | Chapter 77

Just as Link expected, the media had gathered around the hospital, anxiously waiting for Hyrule’s Champions to make their appearance. But to his relief, they were also greeted with heavy security detail, and despite Revali’s eagerness to brag to the cameras, they made it through the crowd without incident and into the awaiting town cars.

All Link wanted to do was go home and sleep in his bed for the rest of the summer. But even though the war was over, there were still some loose ends that needed tying up. For one, the sword needed to be returned to where he found it, which would - hopefully - close the last portal, sealing Ganondorf away once and for all.

Secondly, there was the matter of Revali’s mysterious remark to him and Zelda. Something still weighed heavily on the minds of the Champions. Something that Link and Zelda were completely unaware of. Link hadn’t the slightest idea what had happened while they were seperated, but the thought festered in his mind and made him sick to his stomach. He wanted nothing more than to put the entire thing behind him.

And as he thought about it, another realization came to mind. There was still the unanswered question about the Yiga Clan. Zelda had her suspicions that there was a mole among the Sheikah entrusted with the safety of the royal family. She had mentioned that Impa had warned her not to look into the Yiga Clan. Surely she wouldn’t have made such a warning if there was nothing to hide.

He hoped, at the very least, the hardest part was over.

The Champions found themselves in each other’s company once more. They were gathered together at the park. The same park they so frequently visited. The park where their last soccer game was suddenly interrupted by Ganondorf’s return. On this cool, summer evening, however, the park was empty as they huddled together, keeping their voices low as they spoke.

“So,” Link started, shoving his hands in his pockets. “What’s the deal?”

The four Champions exchanged wary glances for a moment before Revali spoke.

“We think the Yiga Clan is still in business, and we think there’s a mole in the Sheikah. Someone is working with them.”

“Right,” Zelda started, slightly hesitant. “I know.”

Urbosa narrowed her gaze on Zelda. “What do you mean you know?” she hissed.

“I mean. Well. I… had my own suspicions,” she admitted.

“Since when?” Daruk asked.

“For a while,” she said.

“And you didn’t think to tell us?” Revali said.

Zelda narrowed her gaze on him. “It was just a suspicion.” she said. “It’s not like there was anything I could do about it unless it amounted to something. I have no proof.”

“Well,” Revali started, crossing his arms and turning his attention to Link. “If it’s proof you need, your father’s got it.”

Link’s brows furrowed. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“It seems he and Dorian are out to kill each other,” Daruk said. “It’s a wonder they haven’t offed the other yet.”

Link shook his head. “They’re best friends.”

“So, threatening each other with loaded weapons is your idea of friendship?” Urbosa said.

“I wish I had known that,” Revali said with a grin.

“What are you talking about?” Link sneered.

“Look,” Daruk started seriously. “After you got gutted for a second damn time, we thought we were fucked. Zelda was holding that dickwad back with everything she had, and we needed to get her out of there and come up with a damn plan.” He hesitated. “We went to the base outside the city, but your dad had other plans. I thought he and Dorian were going to kill us all right then and there.”

“He said he should have killed Dorian when he had the chance,” Revali said simply.

“And he was the reason everything happened,” Urbosa said.

“Everything?” Zelda echoed. “Like…”

“Like opening the portals and giving Ganondorf every advantage he could, probably,” Daruk said.

“Exactly what a Yiga bastard would do,” Revali confirmed.

“No,” Zelda said quickly. “Dorian… he’s not with the Yiga. He’s Impa’s second in command. She trusts him.” She grew angry. “And don’t you dare tell me she’s one of them, too!”

“Probably not,” Urbosa said. “But it’s likely she doesn’t have a clue.”

“Or she does,” Daruk pointed out, “and she’s just not telling us.”

“And she won’t say anything,” Urbosa said.

“No, she won’t,” Zelda said slowly. “She knew I was looking into the Yiga Clan. She pulled me aside and told me to stay out of it.”

“That’s enough for me,” Daruk said. “Sounds like the Yiga Clan is still a very real threat. And if Dorian is a mole, that’s even more bad news for us.”

“What do you think they’ll do?” Mipha asked.

“I’m sure they’ll do everything in their power to bring Ganondorf back and fuck up everything we’ve done to get rid of his sorry ass,” Revali said.

“How could they do that?” Mipha’s brows furrowed together.

“I’m sure they have their ways,” Urbosa said. “And we shouldn’t wait to find out. I’m not doing a second war with that giant dick.”

“What do you want me to do about it?” Link muttered.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Revali said, rolling his eyes. “Get your dad to talk.”

“He won’t,” Link said. “He won’t tell me shit.”

“How can you be so sure about that?” Zelda said. “After everything we’ve been through already -”

“Because he’s been hiding shit from me since the beginning,” Link snapped. He hesitated and kicked the toe of his shoe into the dirt. “And he probably has every reason to. If I needed to know, he would have told me.”

“I’d say if it has to do with the safety of Hyrule, you should know,” Urbosa said. “You are the Chosen Hero, after all.”

“Yeah,” Link grunted. “Let me know what that means anything to anyone. It doesn’t give me any special treatment.”

“So, you can’t put that on your resume?” Revali said.

Link sighed. “Are we done? I have a sword to get rid of a portal to close.”

“I’ll see what I can find,” Zelda said. “About Dorian and the Yiga.”

Urbosa pinched her lips together. “Be careful. Don’t do anything without us.”

“I’m the princess of Hyrule,” she said. “What is he gonna do? Kidnap me in my own home?”

“I’m not coming to anyone’s rescue,” Link said, turning his back on his friends. “My job is done.”

“Don’t relax too much,” Revali warned him. “We may be kicking Yiga ass next.”

“Sure,” Link said over his shoulder. “As long as I can sleep the rest of the summer away, first.”

*****

His father was home when Link got home. He and Aryll were happily stuffing their faces with pizza when Link entered. He sat himself at the table with a heavy sigh and reached across to snag his own slice.

“Did they have pizza in the olden days?” Aryll asked with a mouthful of pizza.

“The olden days?” Rusl repeated.

“Yeah. Like. Do you think Hylia liked pizza?”

“I don’t think they had pizza, Ary,” Link said.

Aryll frowned. “Those poor people.” She shrugged and took another bite of her slice. “So, tomorrow,” she continued, changing the subject. “We’re gonna get a puppy, right?”

“I don’t think so,” Rusl said.

“But you said if we won we could get a puppy!”

“In my defense,” Rusl said. “I was fairly sure we would lose.” He grinned at Link.

“Ha. Ha,” Link said sarcastically.

“Well,” Aryll said. “We win. And I get a puppy.”

Rusl put his chin in his hand and sighed. “We’ll see.”

“When I’m a Mom, I’m gonna get all the puppies and do what I say!”

Rusl laughed sharply. “We’ll see about that.”

“Yeah huh!”

“That’s the best part of being a parent,” he said. “You get to be the biggest hypocrite you want, and your best excuse is ‘because I said so.’”

“You say that all the time, Daddy.”

His grin widened. “It’s a wonderful world, Ary. Someday you’ll appreciate it.”

Aryll turned a helpless gaze to Link, and her brother simply shrugged.

“Why do you bother, Ary?” he said. “You’re old enough to know by now.”

“I’m six!”

“When I was your age,” Rusl said, “I had to walk -”

“Uphill, both ways, in the snow,” Link said dryly.

Aryll gasped at Link. “You’re turning into him!”

“No way.” Link shook his head. “I have a better excuse than that.”

“What, saving the world?” Rusl said. “That won’t get old fast.”

“I’m milking that one forever.”

“Does that mean you and Mipha are gonna have babies?” Aryll asked.

Rusl snorted and Link choked slightly on his pizza.

“Hylia, I hope not,” Rusl said. “Do you really think he could keep a damn kid alive?”

“He could make them peanut butter and banana sandwiches!”

Rusl nodded. “Ah, yes, a key category in the food pyramid, with all the nutrients a growing child needs.”

“Don’t you have to go to bed or something?” Link said to his sister.

Aryll shook her head. “No! It’s summer! I get to stay up all night!”

“Go to bed, Ary,”  Rusl said.

Aryll frowned. “Do I gotta?”

“Yes,” they said in unison.

Aryll turned her gaze to each of them, then sighed. “Alright,” she said as she slid off the chair. “But only because I’m gonna build a fort in Link’s room and play his video games.”

“Have fun,” Rusl said as Aryll skipped out of the room.

Link listened as her feet hurried up the stairs and waited for the faint sound of a closing door before he spoke.

“So,” he started, taking another slice of pizza. “What’s the deal with Dorian?”

Rusl met his son’s gaze, his brows furrowed.

“Come on,” Link said. “Don’t do this shit. Everyone told me what happened.”

Rusl still did not answer his son. He picked at his pizza for a moment.

“Is Dorian working with the Yiga Clan?” Link pressed, his gaze narrowed on his father. “Is he going to fuck up everything we’ve done to stop Ganondorf?”

Rusl met his son’s gaze once more. If there was anything he knew, Link could not have guessed what it was. His father’s expression was completely void of any emotional response. He held his gaze on his father, and when endless minutes passed of no response, he got to his feet angrily.

“Stop hiding things from me!”

Rusl smiled and returned to his pizza. “Your job is done. There’s nothing more you need to worry about.”

“There is if the Yiga Clan is going to undo everything we’ve done,” Link sneered. “I’m not doing this again.”

Rusl’s smile disappeared. He regarded his son once more. “I won’t let you do it again,” he said softly. He took a bite of his pizza. “Stop worrying. You’ve done your part. Leave the rest up to us.”

Link hesitated. “What about Dorian?”

Rusl leaned back in the chair and met his son’s gaze. “Don’t worry about it. It doesn’t concern you.”

Admittedly, Link was not happy with this answer, but he trusted his father. “I thought you were friends.”

“It’s complicated.”

“Is that what your Facebook status says?” Link grinned.

Rusl smiled and got to his feet. “Promise me you’ll drop it,” he said fiercely.

Link hesitated, then nodded. “Fine,” he said. “But I can’t promise Revali will, or anyone else.”

Rusl considered this with a shrug. “Convince them. I don’t need any more trouble than I already have.”

Link frowned. “I don’t like this.”

“I know.” Rusl sighed. He patted his son’s shoulder as he left the kitchen without another word.

[botwheadcanons]

Ohh, ohh. Can you match me? I'm 5'0", about 120 lbs. Black, mid-back hair, pale and mole-dotted skin. I do MMA, diving, running and weight lifting I enjoy photography, quiet places, coffee and chocolate. I enjoy learning new things and just learning in general. I'm not particularly sociable, and in fact there are days I can go without talking to people at all (except for my pets) but I have no problem making friends once people approach me. I also love eating, but who doesn't, right?

Hi lil’ sweets!

For you I will say I see Revali;

This big tough, sass-bird will enjoy someone who is into themselves. your choices in activity, your likes they’d sort of make him smirk/.smile in admiration.[Normally reserved for himself from himself and towards himself]

\Your lack of intense socialization would not bother him as he doesn’t even realllllyy like anyone that much.

[But will be friendly, in his own way if the need arises]

Also, he’d want to carry you around on his back a lot.

~Mod Zelda

[katedoesfics]

Shadows of Hyrule | Chapter 57

All eyes were on Link. Revali looked the angriest, but the others simply regarded him with wary curiosity or sympathy.

“All right,” he grunted. “It's not like I knew that would happen.”

“I can't confirm for sure if that's what happened,” Zelda said. “But based on what I've read from other events, it is a very real possibility.”

“So, what?” Daruk asked. “What does this mean? How do we close it?”

“It's possible that it can't be closed until the sword is returned,” Zelda said. “If that is the case, it can't be closed until Ganondorf is defeated and he is sealed away.”

“But there's still one other portal,” Urbosa said. “Right?”

Zelda nodded. “We should find it and close it as soon as we can,” she said. “Then, if time allows us, we can focus our efforts on researching the Yiga Clan some more. As long as we can, we should be proactive in keeping Ganondorf's forces as minimal as possible before he makes his return.”

“Do we have any clue where the next portal is?” Revali asked. “You know, maybe we can get ahead of this before more chaos ensues?”

Zelda shook her head. “We don't have any clues to the next portal right now,” she said. “Impa would tell me if she knew something.”

“Would she?” Urbosa asked skeptically.

Zelda hesitated. “I've taken matters into my own hands,” she said. “I'm not relying on Impa. But that doesn't mean I know what I'm doing, either. I don't even know where to begin searching for the next portal.”

“Maybe we should look at the other two,” Mipha suggested. “They were at the Citadel and the Temple of Time.”

“The Temple of Time supposedly used to once protect the Master Sword,” Zelda said.

“So, there's a lot of history there,” Mipha concluded. “It's an important place.”

“But why put a portal there?” Daruk asked.

“And a fake Ganondorf,” Revali muttered.

“Maybe it's like Harry Potter,” Urbosa said. “And the Hor-thingies.”

Mipha giggled. “Horcruxes?”

Urbosa pointed a finger at her. “Yeah. Those.”

“Sounds right,” Link said. “Ganondorf is a huge Harry Potter fan, didn't you know?”

“There's some legitimacy behind that,” Zelda said. “I mean, the idea of Horcruxes. There was once a lot of power there. It only makes sense that Ganondorf would be able to utilize that to his advantage. I don't think the portals are placed anywhere by accident.”

“What about the Citadel, then?” Daruk asked.

“There's a lot of mystery surrounding the Citadel,” Zelda admitted. “But, thousands of years ago, it did remain Hyrule's last defense during the age of the Great Calamity. Hyrulean soldiers and Knights made their last stand there, where they were ultimately destroyed. I mean, completely annihilated. They didn't stand a damn chance.”

“Sounds pleasant,” Revali muttered.

“So,” Urbosa started. “Sources of power and history. That's what we're looking for in the next portal.”

“There's got to be a ton of places like that around Hyrule,” Mipha said.

Zelda nodded. “That was my thinking, too. I've narrowed it down to a few places that I think would be worth checking out.” She unrolled a map and pointed to a few marked locations. The first place she pointed to was to the north-west of the city, just on the edge of the distant mountain range in the Hebra region. “This is the location of the Forgotten Temple,” she explained. “It holds a large Goddess statue that is thought to be as old as Hyrule itself, dating back to when Demise first placed the curse on the kingdom.”

“Seems logical enough,” Revali said.

“What are these other places?” Daruk asked.

Zelda's finger moved across the map to the other marked location. “Spectacle Rock,” she said. “Supposedly, it was once Ganondorf's lair.”

“Lair,” Revali echoed. “How medieval.”

Zelda continued. “And this,” she started, moving her finger once more, though she hesitated. “This is a shrine,” she said softly. “Actually, I don't think anyone knows of its location. No one but the Sheikah.” She pulled her finger off the map and straightened. “Impa was keeping this a secret.”

“What's so special about it?” Urbosa asked.

“It was known as the Shrine of Resurrection,” she said. “It was apparently used during the Great Calamity when the hero fell.”

“Used?” Mipha asked, her brows furrowed. “Resurrection?”

“It could bring back the dead?” Revali cocked his head to the side. “That could be useful.”

“I hardly think it has any magical healing properties,” Zelda said.

“What if it does?” Urbosa suggested. “It was used, wasn't it? Successfully?”

Zelda hesitated. “According to the Sheikah notes I found, yes.” She continued quickly. “But that was thousands of years ago. And clearly the Sheikah have made it a point to keep it a secret.”

“Why would they want to keep that a secret?” Mipha asked.

“Because they're all part of the Yiga Clan,” Revali said, crossing his arms. “Of course they don't want any of us to survive this war.”

Zelda was hesitant. She bit the corner of her lip. “Impa isn't with the Yiga Clan.”

Daruk narrowed his gaze on her. “Can you say that with complete faith?”

Zelda pulled her gaze away and did not answer him.

“Well,” Urbosa said, leaning back in her chair. “Maybe we should check out this Forgotten Temple, then?”

“It's a start,” Daruk said with a nod.

“Can it wait until after finals?” Mipha asked with a careful smile. “Please, Hylia, just let me pass this year.”

Zelda smiled. “Sure. As long as Ganondorf doesn't have any plans between now and then.”

*****

For the first time in his life, Link opened his text book and actually studied – or attempted to study – the equations on the pages. What better time to turn over a new leaf than the day before finals? He still couldn't help but to feel that it was all for nothing – that he would never survive the war for any of it to matter. And learning about the Shrine of Resurrection didn't make him feel any more confident in his abilities. But, for a moment, studying gave him purpose – a different purpose. A purpose he could – for the most part – control in his life.

However, he wasn't more than a page in when his phone went off, alerting him of a text message from Zelda.

We need to talk.

Link pondered the message for a moment. Then, with a sigh, he typed out his reply.

Are you breaking up with me?

Her response did not take long. Yes. Our heroic partnership is over.

Thank the Goddesses, Link typed back. Guess I have to start putting more effort into my life now.

Can you come over? Another text came through immediately following that one. No, this isn't a booty call.

Well you just take the fun out of everything. He paused after he hit send, then typed again. I'll be over in a few.

He didn't exactly feel like going out. In fact, he was quite happy to pretend to be a normal high schooler, even if only for a day. But there was something on her mind, he was sure of that. Something she didn't want to say in front of the others.

Link closed the textbook almost regretfully, then grabbed a fresh t-shirt from off his bed, exchanging it for the one he had on. Outside, it was raining, but he didn't bother to wear anything more to protect himself from the elements. He grabbed his father's keys from the counter, holding them in the air as he moved through the kitchen to indicate that he was leaving.

“Oh, sure, go right ahead,” his father said, looking over at his son from his seat on the couch. “Take my car. Take my wallet too, why don't you.”

“Thanks,” Link called over his shoulder as the door closed behind him.

It only took him a few minutes to navigate the city, hitting mostly green lights as he made his way to the palace of the royal family that rested just on the northern border of the city. It seemed the security guards were expecting his arrival, as they let him right through the tall gates when he approached. He was slightly disappointed that he didn't have more hoops to jump through. An iris and finger scanner, for example, to prove his identity. A special badge that needed to be flashed as he drove up. Something to make him feel just that much cooler. As if being welcomed into the palace wasn't cool enough.

Zelda was waiting for him when he was brought inside. She immediately dismissed the guards, then without a word, turned and walked down the hall. Link hesitated before jogging to catch up with her.

“Is that how you greet all your guests?” he said.

“You're hardly a guest,” she said, keeping her gaze straight forward. “As Hero of Hyrule, you can come and go as you please.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Within reason,” she said, glancing at him from the corner of her eye.

“So, I can just swing by tomorrow and raid your fridge?”

Zelda shrugged. “If it pleases you.”

“You're being weird,” Link said.

Zelda pulled at his wrist as they turned quickly down another hallway. Her pace quickened and she kept close to the wall. Before he realized where they were going, he found himself back in the dark underground tunnel they came through when they stole the sword back.

“You said this wasn't a booty call,” Link said.

“Listen,” she hissed. “There's security all over this damn place. As far as I know, there isn't much around here, but we need to be careful where we talk and what we say.”

“Okay,” Link said slowly, his voice hushed. “What's going on?”

“I think there are still members of the Yiga Clan,” Zelda said. “Sheikah who are working for my father. Whether it's Impa or someone else. There is a mole.”

Link narrowed his gaze on her. “Do you know this for a fact? Or are you making an assumption?”

“I'm putting the pieces together,” Zelda hissed. “You know I'm the last one to jump to this conclusion.” She averted his gaze and looked down the dark hall. “Impa came to me after you guys left. She pulled me into the library. She warded it.”

“Warded it?”

“I don't know much about their powers,” Zelda said, “But I know she did something. I could feel the pressure. Whatever she did, it stopped the security cameras. It would have stopped any devices if the room was bugged. It probably would have been enough to throw off any other Sheikah who may have been watching us.” She turned back to Link. “She warded it. And she told me to stop looking into the Yiga Clan.”

Link blinked at her for a moment. “So, obviously we keep looking into it,” he said.

Zelda shook her head. “No. We can't. Not yet.”

Link's gaze hardened. “Are you insane? That's all we need to know that we should be looking into it.”

“I trust Impa,” Zelda said fiercely.

“How can you trust her?” Link's voice raised.

“Because she's all I have!” Zelda hesitated, then lowered her voice. “My mother trusted her with everything. When she died... Impa practically raised me when my father was simply too busy. Everything I know about the history of Hyrule came from her. She never kept secrets from me. If she's keeping secrets now... there has to be a reason for it. When the time is right, she will tell us. She'd never keep us in the dark, not at the risk of our lives or the future of Hyrule.”

Link said nothing for a moment. The silence was heavy between them as Link considered her words. Finally, he spoke. “What do you want us to do?”

“I think,” she started, “we should continue to focus our efforts on the portals. I think we can try to find the next one. Maybe it is at the Forgotten Temple. It's worth taking a look. We need to be completely focused on stopping Ganondorf. Everything else can come after.”

Link nodded once. “Alright,” he said, his voice steady. “I trust you.”

“Thank you,” she said softly. “I needed you to know. But I couldn't have everyone else know. Not yet.”

Link grit his teeth together. “They won't be happy.”

“I'll cross that bridge when we get to it,” she said. She lead the way out of the passageway and back into the palace.

“I don't know what will happen,” Zelda continued. “But I have a feeling Ganondorf has been plotting out every move. And when he makes his appearance, it will be quick and sudden. I know you don't want to hear this, but we will have to rely on our army to keep our enemies at bay. We'll need people to have our backs while we finish this. This has gone way beyond what the six of us can handle by ourselves.”

Link listened quietly as he walked beside her through the halls. He nodded when she finished, but offered nothing more. When she stopped walking, he looked up, surprised to see Mipha, Daruk, Urbosa, and Revali standing before them.

“What are you guys doing here?” Zelda asked carefully. “And how did you get in?”

Link met Mipha's gaze questioningly, but she tore her eyes away.

“Revali pulled the 'Do you know who I am' card,” Urbosa said, crossing her arms.

Revali smirked. “I am one of Hyrule's Champions, as appointed by the princess herself. You would think that means something.”

Zelda turned her gaze to the ceiling and a smile pulled at her lips. “Oh. Right. I guess I forgot to give security the memo.”

“I thought they were going to shoot him,” Daruk said with a grin. “Too bad they didn't.”

Zelda shrugged. “So, what do you want?”

“Since no one responded to our texts,” Urbosa started, narrowing her eyes, “we felt we should come and warn you.”

Zelda raised a brow. “Warn me? About what?”

Urbosa turned her gaze to Mipha, hesitant.

“My parents,” Mipha said softly, her gaze on the floor. “They're... not happy.” She shook her head. “Ever since the media blow up,” she continued. “They refuse to accept that I have any part of this. They've been arguing ever since. Talking about how King Roham betrayed them. I don't know what's going on, but they're on their way here as we speak.”

Zelda's brows knit together. “I won't say we don't need your help, Mipha, but -”

“It's more than that,” Mipha said quickly. “I think we're in deeper than we realize.”

Zelda opened her mouth to speak, but it snapped shut as her father rounded the corner, his gaze hard and angry. Beside him, a man and a woman stepped forward, their gazes equally as angry.

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Breath of the Resistance: Chapter 1

Link had only been to Kakariko a handful of times. The first time, he was just another soldier in King Rhoam’s army. He left that day a member of the Royal Guard. The second time, he was a newly appointed member of the king’s Special Forces Unit, replacing his father shortly after his death. He received most of his orders from their headquarters in the city, returning to Kakariko from time to time to meet with Dorian, the head Sheikah of the unit. The last time he was there, he was promoted and receiving orders to protect the king’s daughter, Princess Zelda.

Now, he was in Kakariko meeting the princess in person for the first time.

“I hope you are as good as your father was,” she said.

Link raised a brow.

“He was my handler for some time,” she said. “They promised me you were the next best.”

There was a lot Link didn’t know about his father. Being the princess’s handler was one of those things. He knew he was a member of the Special Forces, but his father never spoke of it to Link. For obvious reasons, of course; his work in the SFU was top secret, as was Link’s work, now. In fact, he didn’t even know what Zelda’s involvement was with the SFU, and why he was tasked as her new handler, though, he figured that information would come soon.

“I know you have a lot of questions, Link,” Dorian said to him.

“Please fill him in right away,” Zelda said. She turned to Link. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Link watched as she left them alone in the room, closing the door behind her. He turned his hard gaze to Dorian, waiting for answers.

“Don’t give me that look,” Dorian said. He handed Link a manilla envelope. “Your father perfected that look.”

Link ignored him and opened the envelope. He pulled out the papers which were clipped together inside and started flipping through them as Dorian spoke.

“As you know, the Special Forces Unit is a group dedicated to the protection of Hyrule and the Royal Family. It has been around for a very long time and is made up of highly trained individuals - such as Sheikah like me - who make it their job to know everything, allowing us to constantly be two steps ahead of our enemies.”

“Spies,” Link said simply as he continued to flip through the pages. His eyes scanned a few of the documents closely. He was particularly interested in the mention of the Yiga Clan.

“The Yiga Clan remains Hyrule’s, and the Royal Family’s, biggest threat. In the past, they have merely been pests that seemed set on making life in Hyrule very unpleasant. But we have new intel that suggests their leader - a man who goes by Ganon - intends on assassinating the king and taking over Hyrule. We don’t know of his whereabouts yet. That’s where you come in.”

Link tossed the papers and the envelope onto the table in the room. “And the princess?”

“The princess must be kept safe at all costs,” Dorian said. “Should conflict arise, she will be the key to keeping Hyrule safe.”

Link narrowed his gaze on Dorian. “They key?”

“The lineage of the Royal Family can be traced back hundreds of thousands of years. There’s a reason that our leaders come from the same bloodlines as opposed to being elected. In that bloodline sleeps an ancient power that only the Royal Family can wield. Zelda has been training for a very long time to awaken that power in anticipation of war. Without that power, Hyrule will easily be lost to our enemies. It is your job, Link, to protect that power - to protect Zelda - and aid her in her tasks to bring down the Yiga Clan before war can erupt in Hyrule.”

Link hesitated, turning his eyes to the papers he tossed onto the table. His father’s own file stuck out just slightly. “Did my father do this?”

“No,” Dorian said quickly. He paused, meeting Link’s hard gaze. He knew Link was suspicious of him. He would find out one way or another. Dorian bit his bottom lip at the corner. “It’s no coincidence that you followed the same path as him. In fact, you were destined for this job since the day you were born.” When Link didn’t so much as blink in response, Dorian continued. “Just as Zelda’s ancestors played a role in Hyrule’s history, so do your own ancestors. It is your duty to continue on with their legacy and help keep Hyrule at peace.”

Link held his gaze on Dorian until Dorian averted his eyes.

“For what it’s worth,” Dorian muttered. “You’re damn good at it already. A natural. You must get it from-”

“My father,” Link snapped. “Seems he was grooming me this whole time.”

*****

Link jumped slightly as Daruk’s glass hit the bar and shattered. His eyes darted over to the goron to his left as his friend chuckled sheepishly.

“That’s why I don’t drink here,” he muttered to himself, then to the bartender, “Sorry ‘bout that, brother.”

The bartender replaced Daruk’s drink and he turned to Link. “They need goron approved cups here, like we have back home.”

“Hm.” Link lifted his own glass to his lips. It was almost empty.

“Well, well, well,” Revali’s voice said from behind them. The ruto took the empty seat beside Link, sliding in effortlessly. “If it isn’t Mister Big Shot.” He turned to the bartender, raising his wing. “Scotch, neat.”

“Take it easy, Revali,” Daruk warned him.

“Are you implying that I have something against Link?” He didn’t wait for an answer, speaking as he took his drink from the bartender. “It only makes sense that he would be chosen as Zelda’s handler. His father and King Rhoam go way back, of course.”

“Watch it,” Daruk growled at Revali, narrowing his eyes at him.

Link continued to ignore their interaction, finishing off his drink and signaling for another one.

“I’m envious,” Revali continued. “We’ve all had to work to get where we are. Link has the benefit of connections. We can’t all have things handed to us in life.”

“He’s earned his position just the same as any of us,” Daruk said. “The princess could not be in better hands.”

Revali took a sip of his drink. “I’m still a better shot.”

“Piss off,” Daruk growled.

Link resisted the urge to order another drink as he finished off his second glass. He threw his payment against the bar and stood.

“Off so soon?” Revali said with a grin.

“Some of us have real work to do tomorrow.”

“Of course,” Revali started. “Babysitting the princess will be difficult to do with a hangover.”

Daruk stood abruptly, knocking over his barstool. He sighed as he picked it up, then followed Link out of the bar and into the cool night.

“Don’t let him get to you,” he said to Link. “Guy’s an ass.”

“I don’t,” Link said simply.

“He’s just mad because he wanted the job.”

“We’re all doing the same thing in the end.”

Daruk nodded thoughtfully. “What do you make of it?”

Link shoved his hands in his pocket and looked up at the moon as they walked across the lot. “I’m not sure,” he admitted. “But we can’t trust anyone. And Revali needs to learn how to keep his damn beak shut.”

Daruk snorted. “Maybe he’s the mole.”

“Revali is a lot of things,” Link said. “But he is loyal to the end.”

“That’s what he wants us to think.”

“You just want a reason to pound his ass into the ground.”

Daruk grinned at Link. “Just say the word.”

Link pulled his keys out of his pocket. His car beeped twice as the doors unlocked. “See you tomorrow, Daruk,” he said as he pulled the door open and slid into the seat behind the wheel. He turned the key into the ignition and the engine roared to life.

He pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road, following it to the outskirts of the city. His mind wandered as he drove with the overload of information he received earlier that day. It hardly troubled him - it’s what he had been training for, after all. What his father had been training him for, without even his knowledge. He couldn’t help but feel betrayed. Used. Like his life was planned out the day he was born, without any consideration of how he felt about it. Without any free will of his own.

His grip hardened on the wheel and his brows knit together as his stomach knotted. His father was his idol, but he was just a tool. To think he wanted to be just like him. Well, needless to say, he got his wish. He cursed his father under his breath.

But there was no sense getting angry about it. Regardless, he had a job to do. Tomorrow, he would be back in Kakariko, sitting at that table as the commander of the Champions with Dorian, Zelda, and the other four Champions, Daruk, Revali, Urbosa, and Mipha.