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Me when I remember that:
Castiel loved Dean. Even after he was brutally carved by the sharp teeth of his anger, left to die by his pride
An anger so blinding, so destructive in its truth. A betrayal passed down from the first father. The anger of a forsaken child
He traded in his heavenly mission, his infinite divinity, his army and glory for the simple pleasure of being Dean's, his companion
Cas didn't care what he was to Dean as long as he was something, anything to him. He found happiness in the most simple act of allowing what Dean had meant for him to be said and heard
And despite it all
To Castiel, he is still beautiful, still Dean Winchester
- BYB
#supernatural#dean winchester#castiel#spn news#poetry#spn poetry#destiel#deancas#dean x castiel#the power of gay love can pierce the veil of darkness and save the day#whyyyy#i did this to myself#you must all suffer with me#fandom community#dont ask#pain in my heart#tfw#team free will#girlblogging#spnfamily#my contribution to the fandom#chuck shurley#god spn#john winchester#i wish dads were real#parental issues
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when the horrors catch up and you take an evening off to batch-process
#obi-wan kenobi#anakin skywalker#ahsoka tano#maybe obi-wan just read the outline for the next wip#why do i love to torture him so#one of my fav fanfic genres has to be meta fic horror#just imagine. how deeply disturbing it must be to find out you're a fictional character#somebody has *intentionally* written all those horrors onto you#and it wasn't even the guy who created you#he did his part. but the ppl who love it most to ruin your life and see you suffer are your fans#it's not enough that there's prob a lot of jedi rpf around in the gffa already. scarred obi-wan for life#lmao drawing anakin like this gave me so many flashbacks to my old ocs where almost every male character had that hair#also i have a job interview in one hour dsdsfhjgj#my art#prahacat draws
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the fact that irving canonically survives through the end of asunder to be at wynne's funeral is so fucking funny to me. nothing but love and respect for MY unstoppable cockroach morally grey machiavellian mage dad!!! he's survived in his position through multiple attempted rites of annulment and blood mage plots popping up left right and center around him. the chantry keeps trying to stamp him out but his dodge game is simply out of this world, divine. civil wars, political machinations and minefields, chantry atrocities, this wily old motherfucker is dodging and weaving his way through it all, not-quite-no-hits-taken-running-it-but-honestly-close-enough-under-the-circumstances style. if solas does succeed in tearing down the veil I would fully believe that one of the like three people still alive at the end of it all would be a very weary 90 year old first enchanter irving going 'oh this shit again huh'. the maker has cursed him for his hubris and his paperwork is never finished (affectionate, it's fine he canonically loves paperwork)
#we should have had the option to leave him in the fade instead of hawke or a warden#he would've just annoyedly shuffled his way back out of there a week later#dragon age#dragon age origins#first enchanter irving#he must be SO annoying to the chantry because it's heavily implied he's made his playground#out of tirelessly finding technicalities and loopholes to exploit that they can't *quite* call him on without domino effects going off#I think first enchanter in the circle system at origins times is a position that invariably and inevitably leaves you morally compromised#but I feel he really does his best within the rules he's given to play with and personally i love him a bit for that. and also#for being an unkillable lil shit. insufferable. inconquerable in his 'I'm about to be such an annoyance to you' impish spirit.#the I'm going to suffer but guess what. so are you of it all. traumatize the chantry back#I just imagine sophia sending letters home right before the vote for independence like '...dad I am hearing some INSANE rumours out here#what the actual fuck is going on back home???'#and he's like 'nothing that you need to worry about sweetie just keep living your best life and have fun killing darkspawn <3'#(there's something that makes me feel So much about how consistently his stance is like... 'you'll always be welcome here#but the circle doesn't *need* you; go be a warden and live your life'. he managed to fineagle freedom for you somehow and won't let you#turn and glance back. not even once. I feel somehow both so abandoned and so incredibly loved it's wild)#oc: sophia amell
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took 3 tries but i think i am finally free of korra plagiarism in yuuji's water tribe design
jjk atla!au with @philosophiums
#my art#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#itadori yuuji#yuuji#fanart#jjk fanart#jjk atla!au#lmhs#timelapse#atla!au: design#atla!au: art#this au's power....literally ws like I Do Not Have Time To Draw today and yet . here he is#I think water tribe clothing leans symmetrical thus me fiddling w his lower hem a bunch ghgjhfgsdf#i love u asymmetry but we must make sacrifices ive spent too long bashing my head in over how to fix this design#i simply could not in good conscience have him cosplaying korra . i think their time in th water tribe is too important#n when the time comes fr me to illustrate fr th later chapters i want to . u kno.#actually be Happy with th design GJHFGS#and i am !!!! finally !!!!#i think i managed 2 accomplish my goal of keeping his short sleeves n armbands while Not making it look like walmart korra#long suffering sigh yuuji Why Do You Fight Back :(#megumi voice whatever !!!!#my un-korrification mission ws a success in my eyes and thats all that matters
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okay but does it ever kill you how much Wyll loves being the Blade of Frontiers? I think we tend to think of Wyll as this serious, stoic guy, but he's so ridiculously silly about his whole superhero persona. He grew up absolutely in love with storybook heros and tales of bravery and all the bard songs and legends. Look at his reaction to meeting Minsc and Boo!
He must love getting to be a figure like that for a whole new generation of kids. He loves the bard songs (even the bawdy ones!) and the title and the stories, but he just loves being someone brave and worthy and able to help. He loves being a hero!
And to add on to that, its definitely a coping mechanism for him. Perhaps a bit of a messed-up one, but hey, its working.
Which is why the body modification by Mizora seems doubly painful- it doesn't matter that Wyll got them for noble reasons, what the horns do- (and what Wyll knows they do, because he's not an idiot and he understands the common people better than probably anyone else)- is send that whole dream crashing to the ground. He's immediately marked as other. Florrick almost completely passes over him. The tiefling refugees shrink around him. The guards at the doors of his own city don't recognize him. I think Wyll could absolutely win the people's hearts back, he's Wyll Ravengard, of course he could! But in the short term, by gods that's got to hurt.
This is at least the second time in his life he's lost everything in one fell swoop. No wonder he's miserable at the tiefling party- I would be too! It's a testament to his frankly astonishing emotional fortitude that he's barely even moping.
#I love him so much#Resilience King of all time#how he is not in shambles constantly is miraculous to me#In recent news: the most kind cheery man you've ever met is living in absolute hell#i don't think you understand i love him so much#this is in reply to all the posts about him at the tiefling party#it is the year 2024 and i still must suffer them#*from the heavens. the voice of god* by hey fallen maybe you should stay of off wyll reddit threads then#LISTEN OKAY#anywho he is so silly i cannot even#wyll ravengard#wyll bg3#wyll#the blade of frontiers#mizora mention
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Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies
Nancy and Cynthia 1x06 -> 1x10
#this realization just hit me#as you may imagine i did not handle it well#and thus you all must suffer with me#grease rise of the pink ladies#rise of the pink ladies#grease rotpl#rotpl#cynthia zdunowski#nancy nakagawa#my gifs
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Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High?
+ more under the cut!
check out this fic inspired by this piece above! It's very very good.
#dndads#dungeons and daddies#dungeons and daddies fanart#dndads fanart#dndads season 1#lark oak#nick close#nark#got so nark pilled these past two? weeks and liked this sketch to make it a full piece#them boys smoking in some dirty ass bathroom they disgust me#i love them so much tho fuck i hate em#anyways i have sm more sketches i wanna draw out eventually#i miss them#also check out this fic that someone wrote based on this piece#absolutely gutted me so now you all must read and suffer#the nark brainworms#theyre so fucked up
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#bridgerton#creloise#cressida cowper#eloise bridgerton#eloise x cressida#gay stuff#benedict bridgerton#sophie beckett#I wasnât aware this was a theory or possible till I saw a TikTok on it and it scared me#if I have to suffer with this knowledge so must you all
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OOOOOO CAN I ASK HOW WOULD THE N2 SQUAD REACT TO EACH OF THEM DYING?
What have you unleashed?
(WARNING: Angst, allusions to death, all that fun stuff. Nothing graphic tho, don't worry)
Jamil
He shouldnât be surprised.
Well⌠He isn't surprised. Jamil Viper doesn't get nice things. Not for more than a few months, anyway.
Every once in a while, life takes pity on him and throws some nice, agreeable news his way. Just enough so that he lets his guard down. Just enough so that he allows himself to think maybe things will get better. Just enough so that he can pretend he isn't chained to a fate he will never escape.
A letter to NRC, a plan that goes a little too well, a couple of upperclassmen who seem to genuinely love him for who he is and not who he pretends to be.
So of course it doesn't last. Life gives and life takes.
Kalim follows, Octavinelle gets involved, Leona and Vil-
WellâŚ
He isn't surprised.
Jamil Viper doesn't get nice things.
Vil
They look at him like they expect something from him. Horror, anger, ugly tears maybe. Just a reaction. Anything. Anything at all.
Vil doesn't give them that. Doesn't give them an opportunity to pity him. Doesn't give them food for gossip. Doesn't give them any material to make this topic last for any longer than it has to.
He knows how it works. Someone snaps a pic of him at his lowest, someone records his voice breaking during an interview, someone catches his lips tremble for but a second, and everybody will start talking about it again. And again. And again. For as long as there is a reaction from him. For as long as the topic attracts views.
Suffering brings more views than success.
So Vil doesn't react. Doesn't say a thing. Doesn't acknowledge the topic.
Better to be a cold asshole for a few weeks than to hear about it for years.
And in the darkness of his own room, where there is no camera, no eyes, and no ears to witness his grief-
Vil cries himself to sleep.
Leona
Itâs just sand.
Only sand.
For miles and miles, further than the eye can see, nothing but sand.
Ruggie had the clever foresight to send all of Savanaclaw packing when Leona got the news. They would be sand too otherwise.
Who cares.
Who fucking cares.
He could turn the whole world to sand and it wouldn't be enough.
He might as well turn his own heart into sand.
It would hurt less.
#are you a masochist Anon?#or do you want others to suffer lol?#those are short but I think they convey enough#I have a lot of thoughts for Vil's reaction tho#like I imagine Jamil would be defeated and lose all warmth#and I imagine Leona would either go full depression or destructive anger#but VIL-#can you imagine how shitty it must be to have everybody's gaze on you when you're trying to mourn?#how that'd be the only topic you would find online about yourself for weeks?#we all know Vil is obsessed with how he's perceived by others and he'd definitely check his own name just as much as Neige's popularity#so Vil looks up his name and sees those fucking news again and again and again#and it just opens his wounds again and again and again#and his only way out is to pretend he doesn't care#and so he keeps everything to himself#uses his acting talent to pretend he isn't as affected as he is#and only when he is alone does he let himself break down#anyway those all would be long enough into dating that they are serious about each other and that it'd be known that Vil is dating#but not long enough for them to have made their own life with this relationship#just a tease from life#because Jamil is a tragedy and a half and I had to play with that :3#twisted wonderland#n2 squad#leojami#leovil#javil#ask me anything#jamil viper#leona kingscholar#vil schoenheit#twst fic
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Wish I was stronger somehow, wish it was easy...
Older, Lizzy McAlpine
#apologies for the melodrama but these lyrics plagued me yesterday and now they must plague you all too#i don't make the rules#dear kusa please give all of the happy hungry bunch's suffering and give it to literally anyone else#akatsuki no yona#akayona#yona of the dawn#akayona spoilers#akatsuki no yona spoilers#yona of the dawn spoilers#princess yona#son hak#zeno#kija#shin ah#jaeha#yun#yoon#happy hungry bunch#older lizzy mcalpine#akayona 42#akayona 246#akayona 247#akayona 250#akayona 254#akayona 259
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You know what really kills me about the hallway scene? That it's not them consciously and intentionally making the choice to act on this pull between them, but that it's their defences crumbling away. Their hearts have beaten themselves sore with longing and suppressed all-consuming love. And now she is trying to leave, but it hurts to even just stretch that bond between them. And he's confessing his feelings because she needs to know that his world makes no sense without her.
When she steps into that hug and closes her eyes, she's powerless against everything she feels for him. When she looks into his eyes, she's not offering him her heart, she's admitting that it's already his.
The look in his eyes, asking her if she really doesn't know? His soul is wide open, there is not a single protective wall in place. He doesn't have the strength. He's pleading, hurting, and completely and utterly hers.
They're powerless, helpless; weak and bruised and aching from keeping this secret straining against the confines of their hearts for so long. There's only one way forward that won't break them. And regardless of what happens next, they admit they want to take that step, enough to keep them from shattering.
It's the absolute anguish in the moments before they start leaning in for the kiss that makes it so overwhelming. They try so hard not to for years. But when it comes to walking away, their bodies and souls rebel so hard they can no longer pretend.
#txf#the x files#msr#mulder and scully#yes I am writing post ftf fic#and I've been thinking about the hallway scene all week đ#so now you must all suffer with me#txf meta
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Behold:
the Goobers
#AHHHUGHHHHHH#LOOK AT THEM#THEYRE JUST#YES#EVERYTHING ABOUT THEM#Funny story when I was sketching this piece out Crowley looked like a worm on the string :P#I always have a difficult time drawing aziraphale and I donât know why#The Lineart was soooo fun to color#Iâve never done anything like this before#maybe I should start doing it more đ¤#Neil gaiman why must you do this to me#to us#the fandom#Weâre all suffering#heâs probably just sitting in his room cackling because he knows how the fandom feels#I love the story of how good omens was created#thinking about how terry pratchett never lived to see the tv show and didnât think one would ever be created#sad đ#Aziraphale has blue eyes right?#I guess I should have checked before making this whoops#Goobers#aziraphale#Crowley#GET MARRIED ALREADY#good omens#good omens fanart#ineffable husbands#Anthony janthony Crowley#Aziraphale ziraphale fell#âIâm not gay Crowleyâ
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I cannot imagine being a Damian stan right now. You've got both Zdarsky's bullshit (where he clearly doesn't give a shit about your boy) and The Boy Wonder (where Juni Ba clearly gives so many shits about your boy) coming out on the same day. The whiplash must be insane. I hope y'all get some nice warm soup for your efforts jfc
#damian wayne#damian al ghul#damian al ghul wayne#batman#batfamily#for all of the issues that come with having Steph as your fave having too much wild shit happening at once is never one of them#btw I quite like The Boy Wonder Issue 1. wow shocker an artist and writer who I have liked everything they've ever done#has once again written something that I am enjoying with art that makes me want to be part of its world.#it's almost like Juni Ba is really freaking talented or something#like I have some problems with it but it seems like many of those are part of the point. Damian is learning that his siblings are more#three-dimensional than he realized and that is part of this 'coming of age' story merged with fairytale#so I can't be mad at the oversimplistic defining of Dick and Jason and Tim until the conclusion of the series. that might be the point.#I hope that the series will address Steph as a Robin but if not then frankly it's not an issue unique to this series.#I'll be annoyed and disappointed but ultimately roll with it like I am with Babsgirl being here. There's too much good stuff here to get#hung up on shit that seems to be almost an editorial mandate at this point. at least that's where I'm at.#I am also very sorry that Chip Zdarsky is massacring your boy. he has 'X (Tim for him) is the best Robin so everyone else must suck' diseas#where a writer really likes one specific Robin and in trying to uplift them demeans all of the other Robins. instead of like...just writing#for that one character only or alternatively not demeaning the other characters in order to make his blorbo look good#it's wild because I actually think his writing for Tim is pretty solid. but he's not writing a Tim series. he's writing a Batman series.#and if you are going to write a Batman series and include other Batfamily members you need to actually write them well.#instead of assigning them like 2 personality traits while Tim gets to be a whole character#I accept that behavior in fanfic where I have lesser standards because it's fucking free. not a comic run that wants me to pay#tens of dollars in order to understand what the fuck is going on. he's been going for a while now it's gotta be a lot of money.#I can buy Steelworks with that money. I can see John Henry and Natasha Irons in a trade. Fuck you Chip.#it's why it takes such a special person to write a good ensemble story/a good Batfamily story. you have to be good at writing a LOT#of different characters. which I don't think most people are. I sure as hell am not. I can write maybe 3 at a time confidently well.#and you also have to give all of them at least SOME love or else people will be upset that you aren't focusing on their fave#and also the writing as a whole will suffer. Chip Zdarsky is a pretty good Tim writer. I'd maybe read a Tim solo written by him.#I would not read a story focusing on multiple characters that I like written by Chip Zdarsky. because every character who isn't Tim#is at least a bit weak/inconsistent/out of character INCLUDING FUCKING BATMAN. THE NO. 1 GUY MOST ARE HERE FOR
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#a metaphor in the streets and crack between the sheets#i honestly have no idea how my brain works#and now you all must suffer with me#good omens#good omens ao3#good omens ao3 tag of the day#good omens ao3 tags#good omens fanfic#good omens fanfiction#good omens fic#gomens fic tags#gomens ao3 tags#gomens ao3#gomens fic#gomens#ineffable husbands#ineffable idiots#ineffable partners#aziracrow#good omens fanfic tags#aziraphale#crowley
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Warning, this is a pretty dark one towards the end. A lil spooky if you will
Chapter 5- Somethingâs in Faron Woods
Zelda was exhausted. With the new problem of disappearances, her workload doubled. She was getting several letters from people claiming that they knew who was causing these disappearances, or people who claimed that they got caught and escaped. She was then dealing with the economy of Hyrule, then their relationship with Labrynna, then schoolwork for her daughter, and then trying to provide for the army. Sheâd barely gotten any sleep, but she supposed it would be fine. Sheâs had sleepless nights before, this would be no different.
She was eternally grateful for the resistanceâs help, since she couldnât do much on her own with the disappearances. She sent Ashei and Shad to help Hoz on his investigation, she requested Auru to ask around since he couldnât do much in his old age, and she sent Rusl and Link to investigate Kakariko, knowing that Linkâs wolf abilities would be useful. And she requested this all under her alter ego: Sheik.
She remembers when she first disguised herself as Sheik and went to help the resistance. They were dealing with straggling Bulblins who rebelled against their king. Sheik showed up to assist, and the resistance were rightfully distrusting towards her. It was difficult since Sheik wasnât exactly a bubbly and kind person, but after a few years with her giving them correct information on situations, they started to trust her more, and she was grateful for that. It was nice doing more for Hyrule that she wouldnât be able to do as queen, but it had made her twice as busy, and she almost had no time to do anything. Even spending time with her own daughter was severely limited, and even though she wished she could do more with her, she just didnât have time. And she wasnât willing to give some of her workload to Edmund.
Theyâd known each other since they were kids. her father was attempting to have an alliance with Labrynna and they saw each other often. They had a good enough relationship then, Edmund was very polite and kind, and even when they reunited he still was, but she couldnât bring herself to trust him. He was never outwardly terrible, but she knew that if she gave him even an ounce of power, he would take it all and control Hyrule. Sheâd seen it with her father, sheâd seen it with Zant, and sheâd seen it with Ganondorf. All kings taking power from queens, why would Edmund be any different?
Despite her refusal to let him help her, she was exhausted, and sometimes she wished she could get help, but until she found more people she could trust, she would have to make do. Of course, it wasnât easy to hide how she was feeling from everyone, and when she nearly fell asleep during a boring meeting, they all grew concerned for her well-being.
âMy queen?â The representative for the Zora spoke up when she nearly fell over on the table, and she rubbed her face, sitting up straight.
âIâm alright,â she said quickly, and she glanced over at Edmund who stared at her with his brows pinched together.
âAre you sure?â
âIâm fine, just a little tired is all, we all get like that,â she waved their concerns away and looked down at the papers in front of her. She honestly didnât remember what was being discussed, but she quickly skimmed over the details and caught up as much as she could. As soon as the meeting was over, she got up and left, with Edmund trailing behind her.
âZelda?â He called out for her, and she groaned, turning around to look at him.
âYes?â
Edmund let out a huff and put his hands on his hips. âWhat have you been doing?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âYou know what I mean. You look awful. Youâre rarely eating, I hardly ever see you, and youâre never in bed when youâre supposed to be.â
âMaybe I donât want to sleep with you,â she said coldly, but instantly regretted it. That was an inappropriate thing to say, and a hurt expression flickered across Edmundâs face. He looked away and ran a hand through his hair, frustration apparent in his face.
âGoddesses, Zelda. Iâ I didnât want this arranged marriage either, but Iâm trying to make it work for our kingdomâs sakes! Itâs been ten years, why canât you do the same?â
Zelda faced him fully and looked down, biting her lip. âI⌠I apologize for that comment, Edmund. It was rude of me.â
Edmundâs glare softened slightly. âSo, whatâs going on? Is it the disappearances?â
Zelda pursed her lips. âItâs fine Edmundââ
âNo, itâs not fine. Youâre clearly overworking yourself.â
Zelda turned away and let out a frustrated sigh, spotting the nobles and representatives getting closer to them. She grabbed Edmundâs arm and led him away to somewhere more private.
âItâs fine Edmund,â she reassured when they were tucked away in a corner, âthese disappearances have been a lot of work to deal with, but it will pass. Besides, I have help from friends and Hoz to get to the bottom of this.â
Edmund stared at her for a moment, his brow pinched together. âOk, so you have help,â he finally said after a moment of contemplation, âwhy donât you let me handle the next meeting so you can⌠I donât know⌠get some rest.â
Zeldaâs heart spiked and she shook her head. âNo, I do not need help.â
âOh, so youâll get help from Hoz and friends that Iâve never heard of before, but not from me, your husband?â Edmundâs voice raised a little, and Zelda sucked in a breath.
âItâs not your responsibilityââ
âYes it is! Weâre supposed to have a partnership! Weâre supposed to work together to keep our kingdom allies! That is why we got married! Why canât you trust me?â
âMaybe itâs because you have no respect for my kingdom! Maybe itâs because you berate and criticize my people and my army! Why would I let someone who hates my kingdom try to rule it?â Zelda snapped. Edmund stared at her, surprised at her angry tone. She always spoke in a controlled tone, never letting her anger get the best of her since it was improper. Zelda took a deep breath and quickly composed herself, not wanting to escalate the conversation anymore. âEdmund, can we discuss this later? I have a meeting to attend to.â
âThatâs what you say everytime I try to talk to you about it,â Edmund scoffed.
âWell I donât have time.â
Edmund was about to say something, but he glanced up behind Zelda and his glare softened.
âAmber!â He greeted, and Zelda turned around to see her daughter walking towards them.
âHello, mother and father,â she said when she walked up to them, her hands clasped in front of her. âI finished my studies and I wanted to catch you when the meeting ended!â
Edmund gave Zelda a look and he relaxed his posture. âWell, you caught us in time, my dear.â
Amber grinned at Edmund and gave a small curtsy to Zelda. Zelda nodded her head and forced a smile. The two stared at each other awkwardly, and Zelda looked down.
âIâm glad to see you, Amber,â she finally said, and forced another smile. âI take it your studies are going well?â
âYes, mother.â
âRightâŚâ
Zelda looked away and Edmund sighed.
âWhy donât you tell your mother what youâve been studying, Amber?â He encouraged, and Amberâs eyes lit up. Zelda cringed internally, wanting so badly to stay and listen to her daughter, but she simply had no timeâŚ
âWell, Iâve been studying the founding of Hyrule, and I find it quite fascinating! I read that Hylians descended from the sky and made land here, creating alliances with the many species already living here. I just canât imagine living in the sky! I heard that they flew on birds! Big birds that they would ride on andââ
âAmber,â Zelda cut in, forcing another smile, âI think itâs wonderful that youâre interested in history. I have a meeting I must attend, but you continue on with your studies.â
Amberâs expression fell which made Zeldaâs heart twist in pain, and she looked down. âOf course, mother, sorry to keep you.â
Zelda couldnât force another smile, and she simply walked away, trying to ignore the guilt creeping up on her. Goddesses she wanted to stay, she wanted to stay and to talk with her daughter. She wanted to ignore the meetings and to actually rest her eyes. But she couldnât, there was too much to do, and she didnât have the time.
Zelda couldnât help but glance at the two when she turned the corner. Amber was still facing away, but Edmund was staring at her, and where she expected anger, there was nothing but sadness in his eyes.
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Link watched the field around him carefully, sticking closer to Rusl this time around. Kori was no longer riding with him, and was inside the cart playing with his new toy, meanwhile Colin sat behind him on Epona. Talo was riding his own horse on the other side of the cart, grateful to no longer be alone on the trip back home. Link was also glad that they were with Talo as well, learning more about the strange disappearances have gotten him nervous. Rusl tried to make sense of it all, explaining how the scent probably got messed up, but Link supposed he couldnât truly understand how bizarre the whole thing was. The scent wasnât replaced, nor was it lost, it just vanished. The fact that he didnât know why this was happening, or where to continue looking, chilled him to the bone, and he was anxious to get back to Ordon and out of the open field. Colin picked up on his nervous energy, and he rested his hand on his shoulder.
âAre you alright, Link?â His younger brother asked, and Link shrugged.
âI dunno, I just donât like the open field,â he answered simply.
âI heard you and pa were investigating some disappearances, anything going on with that?â
Link sighed. âI donât know, I tried to follow the missing peopleâs scent and I found nothing.â
âNothing?â
âAbsolutely nothing. The scent just ends. Pa thinks that the scent was replaced or lost but⌠I honestly donât think thatâs the case,â he ran his fingers through his hair, letting out a breath.
âWhat do you think the case is?â
âIâm not sure, the only explanation is that the people got taken to⌠a different world or something,â Link felt the heat creep up to his cheeks as he said it outloud. The idea of different worlds wasnât far-fetched to him, the temple of time literally took him through time to when the temple stood tall and proud, and the twilight realm was a world he could never forget. But to get to these places were nearly impossible, especially the twilight realm, so the idea that these people somehow getting taken to anywhere like that was ridiculous to him. Colin only hummed.
âYou sure theyâre not dead?â
âIâm sure Colin, I wouldâve smelled it. Once we get home Iâm gonna try to look further into it.â By the goddesses he was not going to let something like this continue. He was the hero for Dinâs sake, he still had a responsibility to Hyrule. Link glanced over at the carriage to see Kori and Rela poking their heads out from the carriage, smiling at the nature in front of them. A protective feeling surrounded him as he watched them. He was going to make sure that his family, especially Kori, were never going to experience a dangerous Hyrule ever again.
They reached Ordon when the sun began to set, and everyone let out a sigh of relief as they got off their steeds or out of the cart.
âBy the goddesses, itâs nice not being attacked every five seconds in the field,â Talo commented, stretching his arms after he got off his horse. Beth and Colin cheered in response as Link led Epona to his home, patting her neck and giving her a treat. Kori ran up to him and patted Eponaâs snout.
âThanks for getting us here, girl!â He said, and Epona lowered her head to nuzzle his chest, which Kori giggled at. Link smiled at the two and left them alone together as he went to help Rusl with unloading the cart. The kids stayed back talking and playing with the horses while Link and Rusl went to their home. When they opened the door, Uli set down her sewing project from the couch and met them at the door in seconds.
âYouâre home!â She cheered, and gave Rusl and Link a hug. Rusl chuckled and pecked her on the lips.
âHello, darlinâ,â he said when he pulled away, and the two smiled at each other for a moment.
âHow was it? Howâs Renado?â She asked as they pulled away to put their stuff down.
âIt was fine,â Link answered, plopping down on the couch. âRenado seems pretty overwhelmed, but otherwise it was ok.â
âWhat did Kori get?â
âA stuffed cat he named Jasper,â Link answered, stretching his arms above his head. Uli tilted her head and crossed her arms.
âA stuffed cat? If I had known that he wanted a stuffed cat, I wouldâve made him one!â
âYeah, kids are weird like that,â Link said with a chuckle, rubbing his eyes. âThe moment they see somethinâ they want at the store, they ask for it even though you can make it at home.â
âItâs more special from a shop!â Rusl chimed in, leaning near the fireplace. Uli raised an eyebrow and smirked.
âAre you saying that if I made it, it wouldnât be special?â
Ruslâs eyes went big and he turned away. âOf course not⌠thatâs⌠you know what I meant!â
Uli gave a quick laugh. âI know what you meant darlinâ, Iâm just messing with you.â Rusl glared at her and she simply giggled teasingly at him. She turned to Link and her teasing manner dropped slightly. âWell, I heard you two were investigating someâŚ. Disappearances,â she started, âwere you able to find anything?â
Link looked at Rusl and shrugged. âNot really.â
âWe didnât find anything useful at least,â Rusl added quietly. Uli frowned.
âAre you going to continue investigating?â
âWell, I kinda have to. Kori wants everyone to return home safely for his birthday,â Link said with a small smile on his lips. Uli grinned and ruffled his hair.
âHeâs a sweet boy. He reminds me of a certain someone.â
Link looked down bashfully and rolled his eyes as Uli began to dote on him. Kori was a sweet boy. So gentle and kind, despite being a little mischievous at times. He couldnât take all the credit for it of course, or really any of it. Midna raised him by herself for his first two years of life, and even though she's not with them all the time, sheâs impacted his life in more ways than one. Goddesses he missed her. He wanted to tell her everything about Kakariko, he wanted her advice, her comments, her support. He just wanted her hereâŚ
Uli clasped her hands together and sighed after a moment of silence. âWell, where are the kids?â
âDealinâ with the horses. I think theyâre a little stir crazy.â
Uli smiled and gestured at the fireplace. âI have some soup cooking if you wanna drag our little ones over here?â
The smell of the soup cooking above the fireplace hit his nostrils, and he wiped some drool that suddenly appeared on his chin. Uli let out a hearty laugh and ruffled his hair.
âIâll go get them ma,â Link chuckled, slightly embarrassed, and jogged out the door to find Colin, Rela, and Kori.
The three were excited for the hot dinner when Link told them, and they quickly put their things away as the sun set behind the horizon. Kori wasted no time showing Jasper the cat to Uli, explaining the complex backstory he gave to the plush, and how it connected to Billy the goatâs backstory. Uli listened intently, and Link let out a laugh. He always talked her ear off, but she always listened. Link wondered if he was the same way when he was younger.
âSo, I take it Midna didnât go with you?â Uli asked when Kori finished his story. Link shook his head.
âNo, she had other stuff she needed to do back home.â
âWhat does she do anyways?â Colin asked, his spoon full of soup inches away from his mouth. Link shrugged.
âStuff.â
âYou always say that,â he said, sipping the soup from the spoon. Link shrugged again.
âYâall werenât supposed to know about her existence anyways. If she wants to tell you what she does, then she will. Itâs not my business to tell you.â
âFair ânough.â
âWell,â Uli started, standing up, âI already ate, but I can dish up some food for the rest of you.â
âNah, I got two strong arms, I can do it myself,â Rusl said with a smile, grabbing a bowl and hunching over the pot.
âNonsense! Youâve been traveling all day,â Uli began to argue, and the couple began to fight over the soup. Colin and Link exchanged a look and smirked as Kori and Rela jogged over to the fireplace, trying to break up the battle for service between the two lovers. When Uli finally admitted defeat, Link got up to the pot to serve himself and Kori, smiling at his ma who returned to her sewing project. But as he began to walk across the room, he stopped, his ears twitching. There was a sound, it was distant, and out in the woods, but as it got closer, the sound became more apparent.
Screaming.
Soon it got loud enough for Uli to hear it too, and they both looked at each other in fear. Kori stared at the two, hearing it as well.
âWhat is that?â He asked, and the whole family grew quiet, hearing the sudden screaming. Rusl got up, grabbing his sword and gestured for Link to follow him.
âStay here,â Rusl said to Colin and Uli, who were about to follow him. Uli walked towards the kids while Colin reluctantly stayed by the doorway, and the two swordsmen marched out of the house. As they got closer, Link was able to spot three figures huddled together. He recognized mayor Boâs large frame next to Jaggle, who was consoling a hysterical Coro. Bo looked up as the two men got closer, and he let out a sigh of relief.
âThank the spirits,â he said, stepping away. âI was just about to come and get you two.â
âWhatâs happeninâ here?â Rusl asked, staring at Coro who looked to be a mess. âWhy were you screaming?â
Coro raised his head and stared at the two. âS-somethingâs out in the woods!â His voice shook as he said it, and he was shaking in fear.
Link frowned, feeling dread and fear creep up on him. âWhat was it?â
âIâ I donât know! I donât know!â
Rusl rested a hand on Coroâs shoulder and kneeled down. âTake some deep breaths for me, ok? Think about what you saw and try to explain it to us.â
Coro swallowed and took a deep breath. âOk, you are all gonna think that Iâm insane, but I promise Iâm not! I know these woods, Iâve seen all sorts of plants and animals! But I was putting my things away f-for the night, and I heard somethinâ behind me and⌠I saw a black creature staring at me!â Coro wailed and buried his face in his hands, and Rusl gave Link a look. âIt tried to kill me! I swear!â
âDid you have a light to see this⌠black creature?â Jaggle asked skeptically, and Coro gave him a glare.
âI didnât hallucinate it if thatâs what youâre implying! Trill saw it too!â
As if on cue, Coroâs bird, Trill poked out from his hair, staring at the men. Link expected him to begin chatting, but he was uncharacteristically silent as the men observed the bird.
âCan you⌠Uh⌠describe the creature again?â Jaggle asked, and Coro let out a frustrated huff.
âI know it sounds ridiculous, but it was a big, black creature with long arms! It almost swiped at me but I didnât wait around! I thought something was off about the forest, Trill came to me a few days before talking about a bear, so I-I thought that he just got spooked! There hasnât been a bear in these parts in ages so I assumed he saw a wolf! Thereâs been wolves around here right? But this wasnât a bear, I donât know what it was but it was no bear!â
Rusl, Jaggle, and Link all glanced at each other as Coro continued to ramble, and Rusl scratched the back of his head. âSounds like you had a scare, Coro. But letâs think about this, it couldâve been a tree or something. They look scary at night, right?â
âTrees donât try to swipe at you!â Coro yelled.
Jaggle glanced at Rusl and sighed. âYou can stay with us if it makes you feel safe, weâll be sure that the gate is locked extra tight, butââ
âNo! You need to find that thing, now!â Coro grabbed Rusl and shook him slightly. âA gate wonât stop it if it found us! Itâs too big! Donât you remember what happened ten years ago? When a green monster burst through the gates and stole all the kids?â
Ruslâs expression grew dark, and Jaggle pulled Coro away.
âNow you need to calm down!â He yelled. âItâs gettinâ late, and itâs too dangerous to go out at night, weâll hunt down whatever it was you saw tomorrowââ
âJaggle,â Mayor Bo interrupted him, staring at the entrance, âperhaps we should find whatever Coro saw.â
âWhat? Bo are you crazy?â
âI donât want anything attacking us at night when weâre most vulnerable,â Bo explained, his hands raised defensively. âWe at least need to be prepared for something!â
Jaggle opened his mouth to say something but Rusl stepped up. âHeâs right, itâs not dark yet, me and Link will check it out, the rest of you will make sure nothing happens to Ordon.â Link looked at his father in shock, but he avoided his gaze. âWeâll find whatever scared you, I donât want anything to attack us at night either.â
Coro looked relieved and nodded. âThanks, sorry to bother you folksââ
âItâs fine,â Rusl waved his apology away, âme and Link will investigate, Colin, Talon, and Beth will look after the village in the meantime, if it ainât a bother.â
Jaggle let out a loud sigh and shrugged. âDonât think Talo would be bothered at all.â
âGood. Thereâs still some sun left, once it gets too dark, me and Link will return, ok?â
Jaggle seemed more comfortable with that and nodded. Rusl nodded back and turned to head back to the house, with Link reluctantly following.
âAre you sure this is a good idea, pa?â Link asked softly as Bo led Coro to his home. âWe donât have a lot of time before it gets too dark.â
âWeâll be fine, Link. I take it itâs nothinâ serious,â Rusl said, but he didnât seem too confident in his own words. âBesides, if something is out there, I donât wantâ I donât want another attack on Ordon.â Ruslâs voice grew quiet, but he didnât turn to look at Link.
Link pursed his lips, but said nothing. When the two reached the house, Rusl quickly explained the situation to Uli and Colin. Uli protested against it while Colin grabbed a sword, determined to protect the village. With enough reassurance that they were going to be ok, the two bid their farewells, collected their swords and torches, and headed into the woods.
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The forest was quiet save for the rustling of the leaves as they blew through the wind. The moon was full, which thankfully gave him and Rusl more light to work with. The sky was a deep purple, making the forest much darker than what Link would like. Sure there was some sunlight, but it wasnât enough to investigate. It was uncomfortably silent between Link and Rusl, both listening intently to whatever could be out here. Linkâs eyes were darting back and forth, his heart beating against his chest as they got closer to Coroâs house. Heâs never liked the dark, but after the twilight invasion, heâs grown to hate it. Anything could be hiding in the shadows, watching him and his father as they walked by. It made his hair stand on its ends. Rusl seemed to be more relaxed than him though, a determined look on his face as he observed the trees illuminated by his torch and moon. When they reached Coroâs house, Link lowered his breathing to hear whatever it was Coro saw. His sword was raised in front of him while Rusl looked around the house. The silence was deafening, and the night air sent a chill up Linkâs spine. He studied the ground around the house for a moment before looking at Rusl, who put a hand on his hip and sighed.
âDo you see anything?â He asked, and Link shook his head.
âI havenât seen anything unusual, but something isnât right.â
âWhat makes you say that?â
âIâI donât know, something in the air isnât right.â Link pursed his lips as he watched the trees around them. There was a good chance that he was just spooked, but the feeling of dread wouldnât leave him. Rusl clicked his tongue as his head turned behind him.
âWhat do you think Coro saw?â
Link shrugged. If it was anyone else he wouldnât be so worried, but it was Coro that got scared. He wasnât scared of anything. Even when he saw Link as a wolf he seemed calm, even when monsters were right outside his home he didnât care much. The only time Link has seen Coro frightened was during the twilight invasion, when shadow insects were crawling all over his home. A sinking feeling rested within his stomach as he thought about the missing people, but he shook his head. There was no way that there was another twilight invasion. The only Twili that were left in the world was Midna, and how she was able to be in this world was a mystery to him. No, it had to be an animal or a tree or something. Coro wasnât afraid of anything, but everyone gets spooked every now and then.
âHe probably saw a bear,â Rusl said softly, his brows pinched together.
âIf it was a bear, then we should head back and hunt it tomorrow. Itâs too dangerous to be out here at night.â Bears were rare in Ordon, but they showed up occasionally, and Link had heard too many horror stories from Rusl about them that he knew that they were a serious threat. But regardless, the idea of Coro seeing a bear scared Link less than any alternative. Rusl pursed his lips and stared at the ground.
âIâm not seeing any footprints though,â he muttered, kneeling on the ground and tracing his hand across the ground.
Link looked over his shoulder, the sudden feeling of dread overwhelming him as he stared at the darkness. Something was out in Faron woods, something dark and evil.
âPa, we should go,â he said, trying to keep his voice from quivering. âWe can lock the gates and look for it tomorrow, but weâre at a disadvantage here.â
âI know, Link. But itâs not too dark yet.â
âItâs dark enough for this to be dangerous!â
Rusl stared at the ground blankly for a moment, before looking up at Link. âYou think he saw something out in these woods?â Rusl asked, and Link tilted his head.
âYou donât believe him?â
âI-Iâm not sure. Iâm not seeinâ any footprints or anything around here. Nothing was by his house, I think he saw the shadow of a tree or something, but⌠I donât want to take any chances.â
Link frowned as Rusl went back to staring at the ground. He didnât want to risk a potentially dangerous monster attacking Ordon either, but Link knew that they wouldnât last against a black creature at night. He looked behind him at the entrance to Ordon, shifting his feet nervously as he felt eyes on him from all sides. Rusl picked up on his nervous energy, and he stood up, eyeing the house.
âIâm just gonna look around some more, then weâll head back, ok?â
Link nodded and watched as his father marched to Coroâs home. He lingered near the trees, watching them intently as if something would grab him. It was silent for too long, and he occasionally glanced over his shoulder to check on his pa, who was barely visible from the torch he was carrying. It was getting too dark, his patience was wearing thin, and his anxiety gnawed at his insides. He couldnât wait out here any longer, they needed to head back now.
A snap of a twig caused Link to jump ten feet in the air, and he had his sword drawn out defensively in front of him as he glared at the darkness in front of him. His heart beat furiously against his chest as he strained his eyes to see what was lurking in the dark.
Was it a monster? A bulblin? A lost traveler? Several possibilities ran through his head as he searched the woods in front of him, fear nearly paralyzing him so much he couldnât even speak. Another sound was heard, along with rustling, and something dark emerged into the light Linkâs lantern emitted. Link jumped, yelling out as soon as he saw it, and when it was fully in the light, Link saw that the creature that spooked him so badly was a fuzzy rabbit, staring at him as its nose twitched. Link stared in shock, his breathing quick and his heart beating a mile a minute.
âLink?â Rusl called out worriedly, and Link heard his pa jogging towards him.
âIâitâsâ a rââ Link let out a sigh of relief as the rabbit hopped away, and he started giggling. Loud.
âUh, Link?â Rusl sounded much more concerned as Link doubled over laughing.
âIâitâs a rabbitâ a rabbit,â Link wheezed out between giggles, and Rusl raised an eyebrow.
âOkâŚ?â Rusl gave him one more look before returning to the house, his head shaking in confusion. Link let out a breath and stared at the ground lit up by his lantern, feeling slightly more relaxed. He picked up his lantern and stood up, but as he got on his feet, the light moved further into the darkness, and that was when he saw it.
A black hand, clearly human shaped, standing out in the lit up grass. It quickly disappeared into the darkness, but Link was able to see it. He felt his blood run cold as he shot up, his sword shaking in his trembling hands, the relief gone in an instant. Did he imagine that?
The feeling of dread began to overwhelm him, and he spun around to his father.
âPaââ he was interrupted by a familiar shriek. A shriek that paralyzed him to the bone. His body trembled as his heart beat so hard against his chest it felt as though it would burst. His senses were clouded, he couldnât see, he couldnât hear, he couldnât feel. All he knew was fear. Until the strong paralysis went away.
Link gasped as he was able to move again. His head felt light, his heart continued to race, but he felt conscious again. He looked around, shocked that he himself was left untouched. His lantern was left on the ground, standing upright, still emitting light enough for Link to see. The sky was black now, the moon emitting barely enough light for Link to see beyond the lantern. He shakily picked it up and looked around him, his heart sinking into his stomach as realization hit him.
Rusl.
The other light that came from Ruslâs torch was put out, and Linkâs father was nowhere to be seen.
âP-pa?â Link called out weakly, tears pricking at his eyes when he was met with silence. He ran to Coroâs house and searched the ground, but there was no sign of Rusl, all except his torch which was laying on the ground. Link wasted no time turning into a wolf and sniffing the torch, but he was only met with the eye watering scent of smoke and fire. Goddesses, how could he find him?
Link noticed some scuff marks on the ground, and he saw the footprints. They werenât human, there were no toes and they were much too small, but he knew that whatever they belonged to, it was what took Rusl. Link took off running, using his wolf senses to see in the dark. The footprints went into the dark caves, and Link plowed through, luckily remembering where to go from traveling through them hundreds of times. He ignored the rats and keese that tried to hurt him, and he emerged from the other side. At the end of the cave, Link spotted something glimmering in the moonlight. Ruslâs sword. Thank the spirits.
With no smoke to cloud his senses, Link was able to pick up on Ruslâs sent. It led deeper into Faron woods, through the thick trees that used to hold poisonous gas. Link sprinted through, the feeling of deja vu of hunting down the missing tailor and Goron making him more and more anxious.
Please donât be too late.
Link was so focused on running that he barely noticed that he actually passed the scent, and he skidded to a stop, spinning to where the scent stopped. The scent didnât seem to end abruptly the same way the tailor and goronâs did thankfully, but the feeling of dread kept any feeling of relief shining through. The creature was here, and it was watching him.
Link growled at the darkness in front of him, and he heard something shuffling. A dark mass silhouetted by the moon revealed itself, growing more and more until it stood up straight, and Link felt his heart drop.
It was a shadow beast, but it was different. Its skin was black as the night, blending into the dark trees around it, all except the red Twili mark on its chest. Black tendrils jutted out of its body, mostly from its head. Two arms were laid awkwardly on its back, instead of a mask there was a mouth that snarled at him with yellow teeth, and it was huge. Bigger than any shadow beast Link had seen. How�
The creature snarled and rested on its two front arms, the arms on its back hanging menacingly. Linkâs growl got more low, his fear replaced by fury. This thing did something to Rusl, and he was going to make it pay.
A hand suddenly swiped at his side, and Link was barely able to move before it hit him. He barked and jumped at the beast, biting into its shoulder as hard as he could. The beast shrieked and threw Link off of it, slamming him into a tree. Link sucked in a breath, scrambling to his feet as his back ached from the impact. He shook his head and snarled at the beast. It snarled back. He moved back and forth, trying to figure out where to begin on fighting this thing. If it was similar to a shadow beast, then fighting it shouldnât be too difficult.
Link charged at it again, sinking his teeth into the shoulder of the beast. It let out a cry, but Link continued biting, ripping it apart with his claws and fangs. Eventually he was thrown off again, but before the beast had time to recover, Link jumped at it again, this time aiming for the stomach. Link went much deeper into the soft flesh of the torso, and he was able to rip a good chunk of it out. The creature shrieked in pain as it slammed its fist down onto Link, but he dodged just in time. The beast hunched over, holding its stomach in pain as black goo fell out. Though this creature was much bigger and stronger than a shadow beast, it was simply too easy to fight.
Link went to charge again but the beast made a strange noise that stopped him in his tracks. It stayed on all fours, hunched over, gagging. Link could only watch as it gagged, his confusion holding him in place. He only came back to reality when the beast began to vomit, and soon he saw a hand flailing around from its mouth. Rusl!
Link quickly turned back into a Hylian, reaching out for the hand. He felt relief when Ruslâs hand quickly gripped to his own, meaning that Rusl was still alive and conscious, and Link pulled with all his might. The beast remained still as Rusl was slowly pulled out, and Linkâs father let out a gasp as his face emerged from the mouth.
âPa!â Link yelled out, and Rusl struggled to pull his other arm free from the throat of the beast. His face was covered in the black goo that poured out of its stomach, covering his eyes and hair. As Link pulled him out more, he noticed the teeth of the beast ripping up his clothes, but he didnât stop pulling.
Ruslâs other arm was pulled free, and it flailed towards Linkâs arm, and he weakly hung on as he was pulled out the rest of the way. But just as he was free, the beast suddenly bit down on Ruslâs leg, and Link gasped as Ruslâs grip went limp and he was pulled away from him.
âPA!â Link screamed as he was dragged away, and the beast snarled at him, leering over Rusl as if he was its prize. It scooped up his pa in one of the hands on its back and it took off running, deeper into the woods. Link cursed under his breath and turned into a wolf again, ignoring the pain that shot through as he transformed. He took off running, following the beast through a gate to where Coroâs birdâs shop was. Link pumped his canine legs, and was able to catch up to the beast and Rusl. When he was close enough, he bit down on its leg, attempting to drag it to the ground. The creature shrieked and spun around, ripping its leg from Linkâs mouth. The beast snarled at him as Rusl hung limply in its hand, blood and black goo dripping down his feet and hair. Link barked at him, but he didnât move. The beast backed away from Link as he tried to wake his pa up, its back arching like an agitated cat as it growled at him.
Link made sure he was merciless this time around. He attacked relentlessly, aiming for the arms resting on its back, trying to get it to drop Rusl, but its grip was tight around his father, so it never let him go no matter how hard Link bit into its arms. The beast smacked Link a few times as he attacked the arms, but he fought through the pain, fiercely biting and scratching the beast. Link had severely underestimated this creature, with it not giving out anytime soon. Shadow beasts normally would die after having their throats ripped out or being clawed to death, but it seemed that this thing was invincible. He didnât know why, but it was stronger than any Twili creature heâs ever fought.
Link was smacked against a tree again, and he staggered slightly as he got on his feet. He was growing exhausted, he felt like he was doing the same thing over and over again to no avail. Though heâd just ripped part of its stomach out, it didnât seem to be bothered by it. What was this thing?
The creature snarled at him again, having a more confident pose as it faced Link, and all he could do was growl at the thing. He didnât care what happened to him, he just needed to make sure Rusl was safe. The beast charged at him, and Link braced himself, but it suddenly stopped, shrinking back into the shadows, making strange noises that sounded like pain. It looked up at the sky and to Linkâs surprise, it dropped Rusl and sprinted away, leaving Link alone with his father. He quickly turned back into a Hylian, staggering at the sharp pain in his back, but he stood up, pulling out his sword. He ran to Rusl, standing over his father protectively in case it returned, but it did not.
Why did the thing run away? It was winning, it wouldnât have dropped Rusl like that. The sun rising in the sky answered Linkâs question, and soon the forest was lit up. Relief swept over him as he was able to see, and he knew he was safe. For now at least. It seemed that theâTwili beastâ hated the light.
Link relaxed and put his sword away, exhaustion beginning to overwhelm him, but he couldnât rest, not yet. He looked at his father who was still unconscious, and he turned him over. His entire body was covered in black goo, and some of it mixed in with blood from small cuts on his skin, possibly from the creatureâs teeth. His leg looked the worst, with a bite mark circling around his calf and shin. It had stopped bleeding it seemed, but dried blood mixed with black goo made it look much worse. Rusl was breathing, though it was shallow and sounded wrong. Link hoped that his ribs werenât bruised or broken, he wondered how tight that thing held onto him. Link took a deep breath and shook him gently, brushing his clumpy hair out of his eyes.
âP-pa?â He whispered, shaking him a little harder. Rusl seemed to be reacting to being shaken, so Link tried harder. He needed medical attention, and his mind thought of the spirit springs. He remembered fairies appeared at each one after he faced a trial from the great fairy, he wondered if they were still there. âPa,â he repeated, a little louder. Ruslâs blue eyes began to flutter open, and he stared at Link confused.
âL-Link?â He croaked.
Link smiled a relieved smile and started to help him to his feet, but Rusl stopped him quickly, hissing in pain as he held his side.
âSomethings wrong,â he rasped, sinking into the ground. Link frowned and looked him over. His ribs mustâve been broken.
âCâmon, pa. We gotta get to the spring. Youâll feel better.â
Rusl stared at him, wheezing and holding his side painfully, but he didnât stop Link from helping him to his feet. Rusl leaned heavily on Linkâs side, and the two slowly walked to the spring. It felt like hours until they finally made it, at some point Link had to pick up his pa to carry him the rest of the way, despite his protests. He set him down in the spring water, immediately feeling comfort in the warm water. Rusl let out a sigh of relief as he rested in the water, but the relief melted into panic as he looked at himself.
âHey, whatâs wrong?â Link asked, calming down his father.
ââDonât want to dirty the spring.â
âYouâre not gonna dirty the spring, the spiritâs light keeps it clean,â at least he assumed, the water never seemed to get dirty no matter what was put in it. Rusl relaxed again and stared at himself, his brows furrowed. Link began washing the goo and blood off of himself, helping Rusl occasionally. Rusl was uncomfortably silent while the two cleaned themselves off, and Link wanted to bring up what had happened, but he couldnât bring himself to talk about it either. After Link finished washing out his wounds, he stood up, limping towards the bushes to see if any fairies were hiding. Luckily he found two and he returned with them both, noticing Rusl staring at him with his brows furrowed.
âSome fairies,â Link said, handing them both to him.
Rusl silently opened his palm where one fluttered onto his hand, and it healed up his bleeding leg and bruised ribs. He let out a sigh of relief and stared at Link who still held the other one.
âYou need another one, pa,â Link pressed, but Rusl shook his head.
âYouâre hurt too.â
âNot as bad as you.â
âI donât care, my leg is healed, you use it.â
Link was taken aback at his intense tone, but he was too tired to fight back. He held the fairy gently in his hand and it floated around him, healing up his aching back. It rested on his head when it finished healing him, and Link let out a sigh of relief. Fairies were wonderful creatures.
The two sat in silence, staring at the crystal blue water they were in, soaking in the sun as it rose higher and higher in the sky. It didnât feel like they were gone all night, but with Linkâs tired body, he supposed it made sense.
âLink,â Rusl broke the silence, continuing to stare blankly at the water. âWe need to tell the resistance about this as soon as possible.â Link stared at him for a moment, and he opened his mouth to say something, but Rusl continued. âThat⌠thing⌠it has to be responsible for the disappearances. We need to tell them about this.â
Link nodded. âWe oughta tell them when we all meet up thenââ
âIâm not waiting until the date Sheik set, we need to tell them now.â
Link stared at him for a moment, then nodded. âYeah, ok, I agree. Iâll send a letter, then we can move out tomorrow.â
âLinkââ
âWe move out tomorrow, pa. We need rest though, weâve been up all night. Besides, we gotta tell the folks around Ordon to stay away from Faron at night, ok?â
Rusl glared at him for a moment, but it softened when he had no rebuttal. âYeah, ok. We need rest.â
Link nodded. He was no stranger to staying up all night, but as heâs gotten older, itâs been much harder to deal with. He stood up, his legs feeling weak as he walked around, and Rusl followed, being careful on his newly healed leg. Link stared at his leg for a moment, then faced him.
âAre⌠are you alright?â
Rusl stopped walking and looked up at him. âIâm⌠fine. Thanks to you. Are you ok?â
Link pursed his lips and nodded. âIâll be fine, pa.â
Ruslâs gaze softened and he wrapped his arm around Linkâs shoulder. âLetâs head back then. I bet everyone is worried sick.â
#I realize I should add a summary to all of these huh#Iâm a wee bit of a fool#tis fine#legend of Zelda#legend of zelda au#zelda au#twilight princess#love at twilight#Kori#finally weâre getting to the plot heavy stuff#heheheh#Ruslâs fine I promise#just a lil traumatized#both he and Link are traumatized <3#the beginning honestly makes me sad#poor Zelda :(#I promise you will get good things bb girl#for now you must suffer#Edmund doesnât understand why sheâs so cold towards him#he will learn soon enough#Amber my beloved#ok maybe sheâs not a spoiled brat#idk I like her#gosh this chapter gave me so many issues#I was like âwhy would Rusl and link go out into the woods at NIGHT?#so I had to change it just a smidge#augh#and then the dialogue#SHEESH#anyways hope you enjoy it!
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