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uni-writes-things · 13 days ago

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This Broken Moment

For @rileymorph based off of this art piece of theirs:

TW: Major Character Death

Fingers marred by old memories pointed at a soaked map. “As Zelda said, all we’re here to do is look around. Don’t go after something by yourself.”

Blue adjusted his hat as the rain poured endlessly. It was cold and miserable with mud squelching at each footstep, but he’d rather not leave anything here to fester. That was if there was anything at all. If the reports were correct, they might just be exploring an empty village. “I have a bad feeling about this,” Red fidgeted with his crimson sleeve, voice quiet like when he was uncertain of himself. “A village just doesn’t…vanish in a day like this.”

“You’re probably just being affected by the weather. You’ve got your fire rod, right?” Vio asked, his voice a bit softer, but still disbelieving.

Red flinched and went silent, staring at the shadows, eyes swimming with thoughts Blue couldn’t hear. He scoffed. “’Sorry princess, the forest went down in flames so there’s no village anymore.’ Great plan, Vio.”

That didn’t get a reaction out of the red link, but it did out of Vio. “Shut up. There’s such a thing as a controlled fire.”

“Famous last words.”

“Dammit Blue, if anyone was going to start a forest fire it would be you.”

“I haven’t even touched the fire rod—“

Vio raised his eyebrow infuriatingly. “So, that one time we were fighting the—“

“You’re making that up!”

Their banter would’ve continued, as it often did, but Red thundered, “STOP!”

Red never raised his voice. Not even when they were loud and annoying each other. Not even when he was angry. A furious Red was silent, tearful and he would often avoid anyone. “Sorry,” Vio muttered, though he sounded quite confused.

Something was off, and Blue felt his gut twist unnervingly, a feeling pooling in his stomach that was hard to ignore. But he wasn’t just going to run away like a coward. Everything would be fine, despite Red’s odd mood. Green tried to lighten whatever tension had arisen and asked, “I thought maybe after we’re done with this report, we could go out of the country. All of us this time.”

Vio scowled. “I’m fine right here.”

“Yeah, just hole yourself up in your room again,” Blue rolled his eyes.

“C’mon, Vio, it’ll be fun. You can bring books with you,” Green shoved the map into his bag half-heartedly.

“Where would we even go?”

“I heard Holodrum’s known for its various troupes. Dancing, acting, music,” Green listed. “Or there’s Labrynna, which has a lot of history on display and there’s also tournaments and pretty scenery.”

“You’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you? Fine,” Vio sighed. “I’ll consider it.”

“Consider it? Just answer the question, idiot.”

“A decision like this takes thought, Blue.”

“Not that much thought.”

“We’re here,” Red announced, unsheathing his blade, red ribbon brought up by the wind and flattened by the downpour.

There wasn’t anything they could see just by looking from a distance so they ventured in. They split up a little bit and Blue knocked on a door. When he received no answer he opened the door and blade at the ready, he went inside. Everything was dark and after thoroughly checking, there was no one there. There weren’t any signs of struggle, or mess or anything…just an empty, normal house. Somehow, that was worse.

He entered the rain again, huffing and raised a hand to shield his face as he headed for another home. He didn’t find any new results and when they reconvened, everyone had the same conclusion. “Why would everyone leave, without a trace? There’s not a single thing out of place except for that it’s…abandoned,” Green asked, frustrated.

“We could go search the forest around us. Maybe they fled from something and didn’t take anything with them?” Red suggested, though he seemed doubtful.

“Wait,” Vio gasped and hurried back into one of the houses, the others close behind.

“The hell are you on about there’s nothing here,” Blue huffed, though the reprieve from the cold was nice. He trusted Vio, and often when he noticed something, it was important, so his words were devoid of any venom.

“Look, there’s…a shadow that shouldn’t be there.”

There was a shadow of a person on the ground, in front of them. Green’s eyes widened. “Could they be in the Dark World?”

“That’s plausible, yes, but there has to be something behind it. In that case, where did the monster go?”

The ground shook, nearly throwing all of them off balance and a roar rumbled, violent and harsh. “You just had to say something,” Blue muttered and swung open the door.

Instead of one, large monster, there were many swarming the place. Blue blocked a blow with his sword and pulled out his hammer, grinning sharply. “Finally, a fight.”

“Don’t leave the village without alerting someone, and be on the lookout for a source,” Green shouted over the snarls and clashing of blades.

Blue danced, smashing heads with his hammer and cutting down monster after monster. His moves were quick, unpredictable sometimes, but devastating. His brothers had their own fighting styles, besides them being Link in their core. Red didn’t attack until his opponent did, in which he defended himself and then retaliated with a spin of his sword. Green fought trained, like all the knights did back at the castle. He worked with everyone, he had everyone’s back and his technique was formulaic, but still quite powerful. Then there was Vio, each move calculated, each move careful and precise. He was clever and cunning, finding some way to trick a foe and cut them down when they least expected it.

Blue ended a monster and breathed, getting tired of the constant arrival of new enemies. But there was no way he was letting them live. He looked around at his brothers once more after he was sure he cleared his area of monsters, and noticed a spear Moblin about to stab into Vio, who was busy with a ball and chain soldier. “Watch out!” Green cried.

Blue didn’t even think. Didn’t even breathe. He shoved his brother aside and watched as the spear drove into his chest, and he was knocked to the ground. He felt numb for a moment, maybe because of the adrenaline running through his veins, maybe because he was in shock. Eventually the pain came, searing and piercing. He tried to hide how much it hurt, he knew someone was going to be at his side, but scalding tears poured down his cheeks like a river. Every breath he took shot white hot pain through his chest; sitting up or standing seemed impossible.

“BLUE!”

Metal grinding against metal flooded his ears and he felt them droop, aching from the loudness of it all. Then he was shifted and he cried out. “You moron! Why would you do that!” Vio’s voice came, uncharacteristically scared.

He could feel himself slipping as he tried to say his brother’s name. “V…Vi…”

A desperate, shaky exhale. He couldn’t even finish Vio’s name, could he?

Vio’s tunic was slick with red, his eyes wide and his expression written with an anger that Blue had never seen. Not even when Shadow had felt the light and vanished. Not even when Blue touched a nerve when they were arguing. “BLUE! No, no, no—c’mon, stay with me,” Vio’s voice cracked harshly as he stared at Blue with tearful eyes.

As he wheezed and he tasted something metallic on his tongue, felt blood dribble down his chin, he felt regret course through him. He’d always take his death over any of the others but here, drenched in rain and blood, seeing the unbridled fear in Vio’s eyes…he found himself wanting to live against the odds, to stay as his brother was pleading. The pain seemed so close yet so far away, and his eyes slipped closed. He can’t string together his thoughts but there’s a burning sorrow in his fading heart. And then…

V…

Vi…

o…

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Vio can feel the blood on hands, seeping into his palms. He can feel the rain, pounding around them, droplets on his face amidst tears he can’t help but let free. Blue is dying in his arms because of him. Blue is crying in pain because of him. Blue took a hit for him, and now lost his voice, trying to say his name, trying to say his last words and failing. He begged his brother to stay, because even as he ran to get help, he knew Blue was slipping in his grasp, that the blood loss would take its toll—that the fucking stab wound in his chest that should’ve been Vio’s would take its toll. He tightened his hold, and he felt like his world had been thrown off balance. Blue coughed up blood and Vio knew it was over but he still tried, he still ran as fast as he could. “You’re such an idiot!” His voice was wavering. “P-please!”

Blue didn’t even breathe.

“Dammit!” Vio squeezed his eyes shut, and fell to his knees. “Why can’t you just use your brain for once? Fuck—you go in without a thought for your life! This isn’t fair!”

He wasn’t really angry with Blue. He hugged Blue close, and felt his wrist, his pulse there for a moment and then gone. A sob wracked his body. “Dammit. I should’ve had a fairy on me—I know you’re reckless, I know you do stupid things like this. I should’ve healed you. I should’ve protected you.”

But he was weak. He didn’t see the Moblin behind him. He didn’t protect Blue.

He didn’t get help in time.

The rain was so loud in his ears, as a deep pain flooded his senses. “Blue,” He said thickly. “I’m sorry.”

In this broken moment, Vio wiped away still tears on his brother’s face, and didn’t even hear the others beside him. He didn’t hear Red scream, he didn’t see Green drop to the ground, pale and shocked.

All he saw was Blue.

#loz #four swords #legend of zelda #tw major character death #blue link #vio link #blue & vio #if having the art on the post isn't okay please let me know

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uni-writes-things · 2 months ago

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Embrace

(screenshot from A Hero's Purpose by MajorLink)

For @margindoodles2407

There was silence for the first time in Link's life. A calm, gentle silence. When his legs gave out, and his back met a tall tree, it didn't feel rough or cold.

Does the forest finally recognize me, I wonder?

He was still the boy without a fairy. He was aged, and he was on the cusp of something the real children of the forest couldn't ever do. Link breathed as much precious air as he could but all it did was shoot pain through his chest.

"You'll never be one of us!"

A gentle, gloved hand cupping his face. "I'll always love you, Link."

He tasted something metallic in his mouth and his limbs felt like deadweight. He wished that the mauve fabric was real, and her arms would hold him close and make the pain fade away like a cloud on the fresh morning horizon. All he'd ever wished for after he'd wiped the moon of it's malicious face was to never be alone again.

Then he'd came back to Zelda, wondering if she'd send him back out with the ocarina, or be upset at him for leaving. As soon as he felt the blazing sun shine on Hyrule Field, she'd ran towards him and embraced him. There were no words between them, just a feeling of relief and yearning as they held each other tightly. His regret, his loneliness—his pain, melted away, a bad dream beneath red-rimmed eyes.

A cough seized him, bringing him out of his reverie. The metallic liquid was all he could taste and when he opened his mouth to draw in air it spilled. It was just as warm as the tears that threatened to spill too.

A memory spread over his blurry vision like paint and he could almost feel the tears he had cried as he looked upon a sunset of orange and pink hues. Zelda had been there too, sapphire eyes full of a love he had never felt before. She ran her hands through his hair, and they weren't covered by satin cloth this. They didn't need words, as always. He had already said enough, his messy life laid bare for her to see.

She was the same princess whose steps caused the ground of the sacred realm to ripple like water. She was the same princess who put the ocarina to her mouth, her guilt so palpable he could see it. She was the same princess who had waited seven years for him in a world bathed in blood and destruction.

Yet, she also wasn't. One thing would never change, though. She loved him, and he loved her.

Link's body flared with agony and he closed his eyes, sorely hoping he would succumb soon. His thoughts stung worse than any wound he could ever suffer. Then the serene silence stopped and he heard frantic footsteps. He heard a voice he had never thought he'd hear again.

"Link!"

He summoned the strength to open his eyes and saw Zelda in front of him. "Zel?"

"You're dying," She knelt down on the dirt, regal dress folding. "What happened?"

Link felt a tug, a ginger pull. He stared into her eyes. "I'm sorry."

He wasn't alone as she pulled him carefully into her embrace for the last time. Zelda breathed, "You have nothing to apologize for. Don't close your eyes yet, I'm here."

At the panicked shift in her tone, he opened his eyes. He hadn't realized they had fallen shut. "'kay."

She looked back at the pathway behind her. "Do you think you can make it to the castle?"

Link couldn't even move his limbs. His voice thick he repeated, "I'm sorry."

Zelda held him tighter, tears streaming down her face. "You can't die now. We haven't even gotten to grow old together, like you said we would. I'm going to be alone."

A sob wracked the hero's broken body. It hurt in more ways than one. They were leaving each other again. How many times would they have to part?

"I don't want to."

He didn't like seeing her so anguished and fearful. There wasn't anything he could do about it as long as blood continued to sluggishly pour out of his side and dribble out of his mouth. "Smile for me? One last time?"

He felt the selfishness of it but Zelda smiled tearfully. He wasn't expecting it to be genuine but it was. She pressed a tender kiss to his head and began to sing softly.

"Bear up my ancient lullaby,

May sweet dreams find your head tonight.

Close your eyes 'neath the velvet skies,

'Til we meet again."

He caught one last glimpse of her, spilt one last tear before the world went dark.

"In sorrow, hope takes flight.

Darkness brings candlelight,

Think of me when I'm out of sight."

Her voice was so beautiful.

"Ease your soul of your endless path,

Cradled safe and sound on the Earth."

He wasn't alone.

"One star gleams, whispers on the breeze,

'Dream your fears away.'

Sleep, twinkle of my eye.

Hold close this lullaby.

Know that I'm always by your side!"

He wasn't alone.

#oot zelink #zelink #ocarina of time #tw mcd

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uni-writes-things · 2 months ago

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@pelicanpig Here you go!

Zelda put her signature on a scroll and placed it in a pile beside her. There was still more to do, and knowing that only made her eyes feel heavier. She glanced at the window in her room, the ornate frame paling in comparison to the vivid, blue sky. If her hero was here, he would've opened that window and extended his hand to hers.

She sighed, dipping her quill in ink. He wasn't here, and so she couldn't leave until all these papers were dealt with. Zelda noticed a letter from weeks ago, sitting on the shelf, and took it gently into her hands. She reread every word.

I don't know when I'll be back, the letter informed her and she could hear his voice from all the way here. There was ice in her stomach as she knew that there was a chance he might not be back anytime soon. She remembered finding his limp, ashen body, just barely clinging on to life. She remembered a broken raft and the feeling of seeing him so hurt after two months of not seeing him at all and waiting for his return.

She swallowed back her fear and rubbed her eyes. She needed him, and he needed her. Surely, he would walk right in here and help her carefully out the window, before guiding her through his orchard once again. She would listen to his grand tales and his simple updates again, or kiss him softly under the shade of his vibrant apple trees.

A knock sounded and she stilled. There were still tears on her lashes. She cleared her throat, "You may come in."

A servant let herself in, hazel eyes meeting hers with warmth and...something else. "His Majesty requests you to come down to the throne room at once."

"Oh, well, did he tell you the occasion?"

"I apologize if I am overstepping Your Highness, but I think you need to see this yourself. Let me escort you there."

Zelda felt suspicion brew in her gut but she nodded slowly. "You are alright. Let us go, then."

The servant led her silently down the steps blanketed in velvet carpet, though her smile had dimmed long ago. The anticipation was beginning to unsettle her but they reached the throne room. The servant dropped to her knees and the princess saw eight unusual warriors. "Father, you have called for me?" She inquired but her gaze was on the group, searching for a head of strawberry blonde hair.

"Yes. These are the Heroes of Hyrule from the past and future. They are briefly visiting before continuing another quest," The King answered, but his face was shadowed.

Zelda's heart began to race as she didn't see him among the group. "Where's Link? His letter said he'd be travelling with them."

Father's eyes softened, almost imperceptibly. "He has been sent to the infirmary. He arrived in an unstable state, but our healers are doing all they can right now."

Her breath caught, and for a moment there was silence. Father never said what exactly happened to Link. He had never said anything like this before. "Your duties have been dismissed today," The King assured. "Go and see him, Zelda."

Something was very wrong.

She thanked him and took off. Her breath came out shallow as all she could think about was him on that raft.

"Goddesses."

Nightmarish burns wrapped around pale skin. Violet eyes were closed, swelled and red from tear-streaks. His clothing was tattered, and he was thinner than before.

However, when she arrived at his bedside, there wasn't any surface wounds she could immediately see. He was unconscious, face a sheet of white. Purple hyacinths sat in a vase next to him. "I'm here Link, I'm here," She breathed.

Her words went unheard and she sat down, hugging her knees. Her heart didn't calm but her breathing did. She called for him through his mind but he didn't reply, for the second time in their lives. "I've missed you, but you know that. I was going to send you a letter because there's a ball very soon and I know how much you like dancing. The Lorulean royal family is attending, which means Queen Hilda will be there...and probably Ravio too."

The silence was deafening.

"Your Highness? A nurse came in. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, I am. What--what has happened to him?"

The nurse took off the blankets with a roll of bandages clutched in her hand. "He's got a stab wound but that's unfortunately not the worst of it. He's developed an illness we call Dinnayru."

Fire and ice? Where had she heard that before? "What is that?"

"It's a deadly illness that causes delirium, vomiting blood, and in worst cases, seizures. I don't know if you recall, but the late Queen fell to it."

"Oh," She pressed her mouth into a thin line, blood turned to ice in her veins. "Will--will he be okay?"

"We'll do our best and see what we can do," The nurse tried to reassure.

Zelda blinked back tears and pulled up a chair, it's wooden exterior cold against her back. The light that was once spilling loftily into the room and illuminating the flowers was gone. The room became dim from dark clouds and the warm torchlight fell onto his still face.

"Your Highness?"

She startled and saw a man with dusky markings on his face. She recognized him as a hero from before. "Yes?"

"Our traveller's Life Spell hasn't done a thing for him, so we were thinking of taking him to a Great Fairy."

"That should heal his stab wound," She nodded.

"His illness too, right?" He pressed.

"They tried everything to save my mother but she's gone."

The man's face twisted in sympathy. "I'm sorry for your loss but don't you think it's worth a try?"

"It most certainly is, but we could lose him at any moment..."

"It won't come to that, princess. We'll find a way."

Something about the fire in the man's blue eyes made her rise. "You're right."

"We're at your side, Highness. The ve--er--Link is our brother."

She was ready to leave, until a sudden coughing filled the air. She looked over and Link whimpered, body trembling as he gagged. Zelda rushed over, eyes wide. "Link, say something!"

"Zel..da," He croaked and then blood spilled out of his mouth and nose in a vicious amount.

The red liquid pooled at her feet and she felt horror before her consciousness slipped away from her.

#lu legend #fable/legend

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uni-writes-things · 2 months ago

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Chapter 6

Word count: 2,427

Legend hadn’t left this bedside for hours. The air was stuffy, his eyes stung from tears long shed.

The infirmary room smelled of blood and vomit.

With every waking moment that Warrior was not awake, he worried. Yet, he refused to look at him, unwilling to bear the pain of a pale and still face where blue eyes once darted everywhere. “Legend,” A familiar voice spoke softly.

Dad was there, honey-coloured hair unkempt and his eyes dimmer than ever. The prince drew in a breath. “Hello, Father.”

“He will be okay. Warrior has survived much worse than this, and I doubt he’d leave you for very long.”

There was silence for a moment, and the prince refused to break it. Eventually Dad hugged him, and Legend froze. When was the last time his parents had hugged him? “I have no right to ask this of you...but the Servants of Demise are taking action. Ordon was ransacked—there are tons of reports of missing children, and wounded civilians. Hateno’s labs have been destroyed, some of the researchers dead or gravely wounded...I’m afraid that we’re starting to run out of time.”

Legend didn’t want to leave Warrior here, but he knew what his father was about to say.

“Will you continue to find the chosen heroes?”

“It’s not my choice,” Legend answered. “It’s my duty, to my people, to help them in their time of need.”

“I will send word once he’s recovered,” Dad promised.

“What’s being done in Ordon and Hateno? Are there any measures being taken?”

“Of course. We’ve positioned more knights in both places, and sent our condolences through rupees. There’s been warnings of the Servants of Demise now I think...I’m worried it’ll sent people into a panic.”

“Because of the last war,” Legend said quietly.

Dad’s gaze turned fierce, and angry. “There will never be something like that again. We will find Sun, we will defeat those servants, and we will not let our people down. Enough of this.”

Legend could only watch as his father stalked out of the room. He wondered what exactly happened during the war. It was never disclosed to him, and he’d only ever dared to ask once. All he saw was his mother flinch and cup his face, “The event has been recorded down, and you may read it when you’re much older, okay? It’s still something your father and I are recovering from.”

The prince had never even considered going to check for those records. Even though Dad had said there wouldn’t be another war...Legend would have to check later. For now, there was the matter of finding the rest of the heroes.

For some reason, the voice’s earlier words kept coming back to him.

‘There are approximately eight more to find. Worry not, all but one are right within your grasp.’

That had to mean that he knew some of them...but who in particular? “I’m sorry, War, I’m going to leave you again,” Legend whispered. “I’ve got to go to the library again.”

He hurried out of the room, and it was like a breath of fresh air. He saw a servant looking at him, a little bit concerned as he continued to rush away. He eventually got there and found Vio there, sitting in a pile of books. “Er, Vio?”

His friend jumped a little and then shrugged. “I asked where the nearest library was and ended up here.”

Why was he even surprised? Legend just offered a slight smile and searched through the books, looking for anything about the war. As he read every golden title and summary, Vio asked, “How’s your friend doing? Warrior, was it?”

The prince’s hands fell to his sides. “He’ll be fine.”

He has to be.

The air turned tense and Legend hated it, but Vio just said softly, “Alright.”

After a bit more digging, the prince couldn’t find records of it here. They must’ve really not wanted him to see it...but where else would it be? Guilt was overcome by his determination and he offered a quick farewell before he walked towards his father’s office. Nobody answered so he let himself in, beads of sweat beginning to form as he stepped inside without permission. He closed the door behind him and found journals and papers near Dad’s desk. He found a book titled, the War of the Prince.

Legend’s throat went dry.

‘Account of the King’

To understand a grand war like this, one must have an understanding of the Servants of Demise. The Servants of Demise are followers of a fabled Demon King. Their goal is to eradicate the royal family, and resurrect the Demon King with the ancient Triforce. The Royal Family has long since sworn off using its power, and its location has become unknown. However, there was a prophet who came to my father, and warned of the Demon King’s revival. They also spoke of heroes that would strike him down.

And then my beautiful baby son was born.

The Servants of Demise came without warning, and they came after the infant prince. They had managed to convince many people that the prince of Hyrule was destined to destroy them all. They sowed fear in people and soon, it was countries taking sides. The Twili Region, New Hyrule, and Calatia sided with Hyrule. The rest didn’t (with the exception of the Lost Woods).

Legend didn’t want to skip through all this new information but he needed to be quick.

—and though all seemed lost, I was able to do it. With the aid of Warrior, we struck down their leader, and rescued the Queen, and the prince. The majority of the Servants of Demise lay unmoving on the battlefield. We were declared heroes by our kingdom, though I barely felt like one.

And then it was clear to Legend. His father was one of the heroes.

“I implore you, do not forget of what lies unseen by your eyes.”

He wondered briefly, what that meant but then the door jostled and Dad walked in. “...Link?”

Legend was rarely ever called that. He took a risk, and said, “You’re one of the heroes, father.”

Dad flinched, but he didn’t seem overly surprised. “I could be...however, why are you in my office?”

He considered telling the whole truth, but he couldn’t. It was so unusual for Dad to get super angry at him, and he didn’t want to face that fury. He simply said, “I was looking for you so we could confirm it. I’m sorry, I should’ve left when I didn’t hear you answer.”

His father softened. “It’s alright, Legend. Let us go to the Room of Swords.”

The hand put on his shoulder then felt like it was burning. He never lied to his father. Now, as he felt a bitter taste on his tongue, he understood why.

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“Your Majesty,” Fi glanced at the glowing blade the King held firmly in his hands, with not a hint of expression. “There’s been a new report that must be addressed this moment.”

“Go on.”

“New Hyrule is requesting military aid. Their capital, Spirit Town, has been severely devastated.”

Did that mean the Servants of Demise were going to attack the people who sided with Hyrule in the war? Dad’s face darkened as he sheathed his weapon. “We will send military aid. Tell the General of this, and bring reports if there are any further details.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Suddenly, Time walked in with Twilight. “Forgive me for interrupting, but I think I might have an idea of how we could find the rest of the heroes.”

“Legend, you are to discuss this, I must leave now,” Dad nodded and left with the royal advisor.

“This may seem a little too on the nose but you know the heroes of legend, right?” Twilight pressed.

“Yes, I’ve read about them.”

Twilight’s ears tinged red and Time took over, saying, “I believe it’s as simple as finding names. Your name is Legend, and...there was a Hero of Legend. I’m named after the Hero of Time. Do you follow?”

At first he felt skeptical but he realized they were right...and his commoner friends...

Hero of Winds.

Hero of Hyrule.

Green, Vio, Red, Blue, part of the Hero of the Four Sword.

Bile rose in his throat, but he cleared his throat and said, “I see. That would make sense.”

Sure enough, when he called his friends there, they were each able to wield a sword. “That explains why we were targeted,” Vio mused, holding a copy of his brothers’ sword, a purple ribbon attached to the golden hilt.

An apology was on the prince’s tongue but he merely nodded, grateful that they could at least find the heroes so quickly. Saving his mother didn’t seem so impossible anymore. “There’s one more we have to find.”

One thing he was certain of, was that it wouldn’t be so easy as the last seven. “Master, you will not hear another word from me but do not fret, for you have acquired much. I apologize for leaving you without more of what I have done for you so far.”

What? Why are you leaving?

But the voice was gone, and his head was emptier than it used to be. He hadn’t realized it, but he had grown to feel the voice’s presence and it felt so utterly wrong with it gone. This was the first time he’d heard a hint of emotion and it was the last time he’d ever hear it. The thought unsettled him deeply, that guidance like this could be taken away so easily. Suddenly, he got the feeling that this was coming together all too easily.

“Ledge?” Hyrule asked, clutching a blade with a ruby hilt.

“Yes?” The prince was startled out of his distressing thoughts.

“None of us know how to use a sword,” Blue pointed out. “Did you?”

“Not really, but I received training. I guess while I go and find the last of us, you can train in the Kokiri Province.”

“Wait, that’s in the Lost Woods,” Vio blinked. “We’re well unprepared to go in such a wild place.”

He was right, unfortunately. “Time and Twilight, can go with you, right?”

Time nodded and his expression was oddly soft. “Of course we can. We’ll depart now, if that’s alright with you.”

Legend nodded, tearing his eyes away from the group. He had a farfetched idea but after all the information he’d gathered, it was his best hope. He found the King and asked, “May I go to New Hyrule with the military aid?”

Dad stiffened, but then gave a long sigh. “Why?”

“Well, so far it doesn’t really make sense why the Servants of Demise would specifically attack New Hyrule unless...there’s a hero there.”

His father fell silent for a moment, his eyes swimming with something unreadable. “No.”

“Why not?”

“It’s too risky. You are the crown prince and a hero.”

Legend pressed, “Yeah, I’m a hero. I can handle my own now, and if I’m attacked, I can save myself.”

“As I said, it’s too risky,” Dad said, in his ‘drop it’ tone.

The prince knew that his father was right in worrying...but he also knew that he might be right. This might’ve been what the voice had said about one hero being out of his grasp. He left, heart pounding, and anger coursed through him. The records were checked thoroughly but there was no ‘Spirit’ or anything similar living in Hyrule. A groan of frustration left him and he went back to Warrior, slipping in the room quietly. Hours had passed in a stretch of eternity but moments like this were fleeting, when he wasn’t busy with some task. “You better wake up soon. You always have good ideas when I’m stuck.”

An arrow flew with precision but missed its mark entirely, landing in the grass. The sunlight was on the target, illuminating the spot he needed to hit. This was his thirteenth arrow, and it missed the target entirely this time. “I’m doing everything I’m supposed to! Why isn’t this working?!”

Warrior came over. “May I assist you, Your Highness?”

“Legend,” The prince reminded. “And no, I’ve just been warming up. I’ll surely get it this try.”

His next arrow hit the bottom of the target, nowhere near the spot. Warm, calloused hands set on his arms and moved them. “Now, relax. You’re too tense.”

Legend obliged, taking a deep breath. His guard smiled, encouraging, “Now, release the arrow. You will succeed this time.”

Reminding himself to relax, he loosed the arrow and hit just beside the target. Warrior let go, still grinning like an idiot, and the next arrow drove into the painted spot almost perfectly. Legend felt a burst of pride and emotion but all he did was say, “You do it by yourself, War.”

Warrior took the bow and with all the confidence in the world he let an arrow fly. It flew over the target. Legend barked out a laugh but the guard hit the target square in the next attempt. “First try! Isn’t that impressive Your Highness?”

“Hey! You did not do that in the first try!” Legend squawked.

“Lies and slander,” The guard sniffed.

The prince grinned and a hand ruffled his strawberry blonde hair. He turned up to a content Warrior and asked, “You moved my arms earlier. How was my aim off?”

Warrior answered, “You were aiming a bit low, but you were pretty close. I’m here the next time you train, if you need any more tips.”

‘Cause he could always go to his guard when an obstacle was blocking his path. He didn’t say that though, of course. Instead he huffed. “Says the guard who has to lie about his talents.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Highness.”

Tears spilled down the prince’s face. “Why haven’t you woken up yet, War? Haven’t they given you fairies and potions? You’re stronger than this.”

He could imagine royal blue eyes opening, and a familiar smile at the sight of him, but neither of those things happened. So, Legend went outside, back to pray to the Goddesses. He stepped into freezing cold waters and words spilled off his tongue like a waterfall. This was where the Goddesses revealed a hero’s whereabouts. Perhaps they could reveal another one’s? When he was finished though, all was still, and nothing had occurred.

Or at least...that’s what it seemed until a boat docked and a boy with golden hair and scruffy clothes came hand in hand with a princess.

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Chapter 9 of The Era of the Wild

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A young girl smirked as she sat on the throne, cushions propping her up. A tall bodyguard stiffened as they approached, giant sword perched on the ground. “Yet another traveller,” Chief Riju murmured. “How did you get in here?”

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The chain make it into the Gerudo Town but there's a task they must complete in order to garner the chief's trust, and a very important heirloom.

For @luna-loveboop2 :))))

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Murky Glass

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Linked Universe (Legend of Zelda) Legend (Linked Universe)-centric Dreams vs. Reality Curses Emotional Hurt/Comfort Minor Legend (Linked Universe)/Marin (Legend of Zelda) Crying Near Death Experiences Other Additional Tags to Be Added

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A curse from a Wizard causes Legend's perception of reality to twist and turn, all the while slowly killing him. Will the others be able to save him before he breathes his last, looking through murky glass?

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Even though the other eras were of smaller scale than what he was used to, he was still eager to explore them. The plants and fauna, the creatures and layout—even the air—all felt different. It filled him with a rush of excitement similar to what he experienced when he had woke up.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” The traveller hero asked as soon as they had stepped foot in the rancher’s era.

“Hell yes,” Wild responded, unhooking his slate from his side.

With one mischievous glance at the group, they slipped away into what Twilight dreamily called ‘Faron Woods’. It was a lush and peaceful forest, blanketed by towering trees and flowing waterfalls. It was more alive than the most vivid parts of his Hyrule, which was saying something.

“Look!” Hyrule exclaimed suddenly, and pointed at the bushes.

He peered over and grinned, snapping a picture with the slate. It was a small, green bug. Maybe a restless cricket?

Once he switched to the compendium it told him it was not a cricket but a grasshopper. The description was short and straight to the point, leaving him wondering more. “A…grasshopper,” Hyrule read slowly. “Huh.”

Blonde hair swayed as she whirled around. “Link! Look closely, over here!”

A small golden insect, twitching. She beamed at him and words poured off her tongue with ease, flowing like an endless river. “Normally a grasshopper isn’t something I’d be overly ecstatic about. I believe there’s more to learn about them of course, however, I know enough for my curiosity to be satiated.”

He quirked an eyebrow and she flicked him in the forehead. “Yes, surprising I know. Anyway, it seems that this little one here is a golden colour! A gold insect is incredibly rare and is often searched for to be sold for a high price. Oh! Remember the frog I caught earlier?”

She giggled at the expression on his face, and he mourned the food he’d stuffed hastily into his mouth earlier. “It’s never been tried before, but don’t you suppose that these golden insects might have effects when consumed? We could improve potions even more, and revitalize wounded soldiers in battle.”

She lunged for the insect, but it was too swift, escaping her clutches. She wiped her hands on her pants and gave a long suffering sigh. “Ugh, so close. I could’ve made history! You see, these little insects have reappeared in records for years…beyond the Calamity’s first appearance. It’s always a mystery how they survive, since there are so few and they always get fewer.”

Suddenly she paused, wilting. “I’ve begun to rant once more, haven’t I? My apologies. We should probably continue our travels.”

He shook his head and spoke, voice hoarse and gravelly from underuse. “I don’t mind, Your Highness.”

Her pointed ears tinged red, eyes wider but freer. “Oh…Very well.”

Then those bright green eyes lit up, and she curled her lip playfully. “You wouldn’t mind hearing about my recent studies of the guardians then, right?”

He smiled, mirthful as she launched into an explanation about Sheikah parts and designs and many other details.

The image rippled, fading away and he smelled sea foam. The traveller was pouring magic into him, trying to heal something that wasn’t broken. Wild assured, “I’m okay. Just a memory.”

A surprisingly light one too…and he spoke! He’d never heard himself speak in one before, and Flora’s diary didn’t count. “Okay,” Hyrule pulled his hands away and then gasped. “Another one!”

He hurried to look over. The second grasshopper was golden. “We’ve got to catch it,” The champion smirked, bag at the ready.

“New recipe? I’ve never seen you put bugs in a meal before.”

“Hylia, no. The ranch-hand would have my head if I tried to put another bug in his food.”

“That’s never stopped you before.”

“Good point,” Wild laughed and crouched down.

He approached the insect slowly. Then he leaped forward and wrapped it in his hands, hurrying to put it in his bag.

Flora would love it, he was sure.

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He saw the veteran in front of him, face taut and violet eyes swimming with too many emotions to place. Time sat up, warily. “Is everything alright?”

“No,” Legend replied bluntly, surprising him to no end.

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Legend's stuck fighting the same battle over and over as he rewinds time. He asks for help over and over. This time, Time can answer.

(TW: Blood, Major Character Death, Time Loop)

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Zelda looked around and pinched the bridge of her nose when she saw Link wasn’t at the meeting. Her father waved his hand with a fond smile. “Let the boy sleep in. We have time to wait for the meeting.”

She pursed her lips. “Yes, but our people are ready to settle on the Surface. I’m going to go wake him up.”

She heard a sigh but she went inside the academy, finding Link’s door with ease and pushing it open, ready to scold him. He was still lying in bed, blankets tangled around him and his arms in an awkward position. She stepped up and softened once she noticed the sweat beading on his forehead and the way his expression was slightly pained. She gentle laid the back of her hand over his forehead and winced. “That’s definitely a fever,” She murmured to herself.

She gently shook his shoulder and a clenched fist swung at her face, just barely missing as she stepped back. She flinched but remembered she wasn’t supposed to awaken him with touch. “I’m sorry. Link? Are you awake?”

“Oh,” Link blinked. “Mhm.”

“I think you have a fever, can you tell me how you feel?”

“Fine.”

Zelda narrowed her eyes. “You’re burning up.”

Link chewed his lip, avoiding her sharp gaze. “R’lly nauseous…warm…sweaty.”

“Well, let’s get you out of this blanket and then I can go get you something to cool you down. How does that sound?” She asked and saw him nod slightly.

He pushed himself up and tore the blanket off of him, Zelda helping a little bit. Then she went off, hoping he would stay awake for a little longer. She grabbed a cloth and ran it under freezing cold water. She wrung some of the water out and then came back, carefully placing it on his head. He let out a small puff of air, and she started to walk out of the room when she heard a soft voice calling out to her. “Zel…”

“Yeah?”

“Love you so much…don’t go…”

Her heart ached and she hurried back to his side. “I love you too, Link.”

She would go eventually but she wanted him to know she wasn’t really leaving her.

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I'm assuming this is because I'm sick and I feel better reading sick fics TT

Thank you Uni- I loved reading this and now will reread it fifty more times

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Merry Christmas!!! <3333

The vet basked in the light of the stars, keeping watch over the heroes nestled in their bedrolls. He fidgeted with the many rings on his fingers, listing each name in his head because he didn’t want to have lost one in their most recent battle. Snow covered the ground around them, and though he appreciated the sight, it didn’t help his joints. He heard the crunch of snow and jumped, until he saw it was just the traveller, standing up and walking over. “Won’t sleep or can’t sleep?” Legend asked.

“Can’t sleep,” Hyrule gave him an unimpressed, tired look as he sat down next to the veteran hero.

“Anything I can do to help?”

The traveller shook his head. “No, but thanks. Genuinely.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Enjoying watch?”

Legend tried to flex his fingers but winced at the pain that quickly coursed through them. “Sure.”

Hyrule’s hands bathed in a warm glow and the vet chuckled dryly. “Won’t work.”

The traveller wilted a bit and Legend put a hand on his shoulder. “Thank you, though. Hey, what do you say we do something special for the others?”

“Huh?”

“Well,” Legend blushed a little. “Okay, so I was thinking, in my Hyrule we have this tradition where we give each other gifts in the winter and—“

“You do care!”

“Never said I didn’t,” Legend grumbled. “Are you in or not?”

“Heck yeah I’m in. What do you have in mind?”

Legend pulled out his bag. “The captain gave me back the fire rod, but I have another one so he can probably keep it. Sky likes woodcarving so I can buy some more tools for him. I’ll get Ravio to make another one of his stupid scarfs for the sailor so he doesn’t have to borrow the captain’s. The smithy loves forging as I’m sure you’ve seen, so if I can find him some tools for that, or maybe I can get him a scarf too. Hmmm…but what colour would that scarf be? I swear, the colour he likes changes every hour of the day.”

Hyrule snorted quietly. Legend was counting the people he was mentioning on his fingers. “The old man I…honestly have no clue. My first thought was a mask, but he said he doesn’t use them anymore, right? Ugh. Think he’d appreciate a scarf too? No idea what colour he’d prefer but the rancher would probably know. Speaking of the rancher, I’m getting him a muzzle.”

“What?” Hyrule laughed.

“Not really. Anything that keeps his mouth shut from teasing. Right now though, I think he’d appreciate a mug, wouldn’t you? I could put something snarky on there.” The traveller nudged him with a smile but he just continued, “The champion would like a cookbook. If we can translate it into his Hylian of course. Or something that allows him to commit arson, and as much as I’d like to see that, I don’t want to get lectured. I’m not missing anyone am I?”

“Only me,” Hyrule sniffled dramatically.

“The whole point is that it’s a surprise. I’m not just going to tell you.”

The traveller yawned and then stiffened, as if he didn’t mean to do that. Legend nudged him. “Looks like someone’s going to fall asleep to my rambling.”

“N-no.”

The vet found a blanket and draped it over his shoulders, with a look. The vet watched his eyes slip closed with a fond smile.

AAAAHHHHH Thank you Uni!! This is so cute, I love reading it dhcjdbchidjufhdudf thank you

Merry Christmas!! (delayed response)

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ITS YOUR BIRTHDAY?!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY<3333 HAVE A LITTLE GIFT:

Taking up the blade was essential for most of them. For Sky himself, he had gotten quick lessons even before his adventure, his quest that changed his entire life. He would find his Loftwing no matter if he liked sword-fighting or not. Thankfully, though his lessons were short, he knew enough to cut through rope and save Crimson before the Wing Ceremony.

Part of Sky had always wondered what would’ve happened if he didn’t graduate, or if he declined going in the clouds with Zelda. Would she have still gotten whisked away by that black tornado, or would she have never had to face the truth? Or if it was inevitable, would the Academy still allow him to go after her, down where dangers awaited? Would they have sent another, or made him lose precious time to earn the graduation before sending him?

He had always wondered, if he could’ve stopped all the suffering that he and Zelda went through. He always knew that Demise shouldn’t have been able to utter the curse that doomed all of Sky and Zelda’s descendants, that somehow through all of his wounds and exhaustion, he should’ve been able to stop the curse. It was always his fault.

The reason why the others had to take up whatever sacred sword was bestowed to them was because of the hardship they were facing, because Sky was always too late.

But it was remarkable to see their growth, how they handled monsters with ease and how they handled everything with the Courage of a Hero. How Time used his Courage to swing that giant sword and get everyone into a sense of order. How Wild used his Courage to face dangers with a broad grin and didn’t let his guilt get in the way of nocking his bow and firing arrows at his targets.

Sky imagined that he used his Courage to rescue those in need, whether that was from a threat, or a nightmare, or simply a moment of fear. He wondered what the others thought, if they had the same idea or if it was something entirely different.

However, it was always a constant reminder that the only reason they needed this was because of him, because though he defeated a God, he couldn’t stop words from being spoken into the threshold of a future Kingdom. Every time he looked into the glowing eyes of enemies, he was reminded of that moment, being too exhausted and injured to drag himself up.

Even with a powerful, intelligent blade, it was up to him.

And he failed.

“Hey, chosen, come join us!” Wild yelled from across camp, smile stretching his burn scars back.

The heroes sat around, waiting patiently as Sky hurried to join them, no longer wanting to stew in deep thoughts. He smiled back at the champion who sat down as well. The sun peeked through light clouds, bathing them in a warm light. Dew dripped from healthy, green blades of grass, brushing the bedrolls and logs. It was a beautiful day.

His smile became more genuine because even after all the blood and battle, even after all the loss and hardship, the sun still shone, the birds still chirped, and the heroes still grinned and laughed. Maybe he could also look past his failure, and look upon the future with a new perspective. Maybe he could just enjoy the present while it lasted.

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FOR YOU!!! BAMF SKY!!!

Also TW MCD

There was a reason their skyloftian was titled a god-slayer.

Legend was down, bathing in his own blood, the horrible red liquid seeping into the soaked battle-ground, his eyes unseeing and open even through something Warriors couldn’t find the courage to name. The captain saw Sky’s eye twitch before it filled with white, pupils not even visible.

There was a reason he was titled a god-slayer.

Sky stared intensely at the Yiga that’s cleaver was now dripping with blood. The air seemed to slow down as the chosen stepped forward slowly, spinning his sword in his hands, the whites of his eyes glowing and he cocked his head slightly at the Yiga’s sudden trembling. Warriors nearly forgot that he had his own enemies to fight. He stabbed the foot-soldier trying to attack him and quickly looked back. Sky stared blankly at the Yiga Blade-master before smiling. It wasn’t a smile like the ones he shared with his brothers and friends. It was a smile, a warning, a creepy threat.

“You shouldn’t have done that. I am Link, God-Slayer, Knight of Skyloft, Hero of the Skies and you will die painfully to my hand. You should not have killed my son.”

The skies grew dark and stormy clouds formed, rain pouring forth and soaking everything even more, making the blood pool Legend was lying in spread even further. There was a quick moment, where Warriors saw the Blade-master step back. Sky came swiftly, faster than anyone could’ve suspected. He brought an onslaught of slashes that chipped the Yiga’s cleaver and cut the mask clean in half, revealing a man underneath, who was sweating profusely as he continued to try and rescue himself from Sky’s relentless pursuit.

There was a reason their skyloftian was titled a god-slayer.

When the Yiga was down on the ground, trapped under Sky’s boot, the skyloftian met the eyes of the Blade-master and his fingertips crackled with lightning. Then, a barrage of lightning rained down on both Sky, whose pupils had flashed with the reflection of the lighting and the pinned Yiga. The captain cried out in worry and he knew he wasn’t the only one.

But through the dust he could see piercing, glowing white eyes without pupils, staring straight into the distance. When the dust settled the skyloftian was standing, looking a bit burnt but not entirely, while the Yiga was in the ground, nothing more than a figure covered in ash and fire. Sky kicked the Blade-master until he was sure the foe was dead and then turned his blank gaze onto the rest of the Yiga. They all fled in the blink of an eye, horrified of the God-Slayer’s wrath.

There was a reason their skyloftian was titled god-slayer.

He saw that Sky was still not returning to his normal state and he ran over and clutched the skyloftian’s shoulder firmly. “Chosen, snap out of it please. The rest of them are gone.”

Soon the storm cleared and Sky’s eyes stopped glowing, blue pupils rolling back as if they had never disappeared in the first place. “…Captain?”

“Yeah,” Warriors let out a breathy chuckle. “That was one hell of a move.”

“Yeah, I—Legend!” Sky gasped. “LEGEND!”

The captain cursed under his breath and followed Sky in a rush over to where Legend was lying. He looked peaceful. Almost like he was sleeping. Tears dripped from Sky’s eyes and stained the veteran’s pale face. Wars felt the warm wetness stream down his cheeks too. “My son…” Sky choked on a sob. “Please someone tell me we can revive him?”

There was silence.

All was quiet, even the sounds of nature. The birds did not sing, the wind did not blow, the plants did not rustle.

“Mark my words,” Sky’s voice wavered with horror, grief, and fury. “I will hunt down every last Yiga until each one of them have died knowing they killed one of mine.”

It was a vow.

A vow from a God-Slayer.

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I was planning to write fluff but…Sky is just too easy to angst. I hope you like it anyway.

Merry Christmas <3

TW: Mourning

The flame licked at the fireplace, crackling. Sky watched his brothers laugh and smile and banter with a broad smile of his own. The snow sparkled outside even in the evening darkness. He didn’t expect to feel this kind of joy during an adventure, a quest. The last one he’d had, there was no time to sit down like this and bask in the warmth and the comfort of his home. Skyloft was a thing of the past now, for better or for worse, so he and Zelda had built a house for themselves. Everything here was made of bought with their combined effort and strength, and it felt like home. It felt like maybe, when his parents were still around they would’ve shared a house like this. He couldn’t really remember his mother and not much of his father, but enough to see his face among the stars and remember his close-guarded nature. His Zelda, that they called Sun now was sitting next to him, curled up in his arms. “Did you know my parents?” Sky asked in a soft whisper.

She stiffened but started to sit up a little, her cerulean eyes locking with his azure eyes. She told him, in a low volume, “I did. Not as well as my father but I’d met them before.”

“Can…can you tell me about them?”

He didn’t want to take away from the cozy atmosphere of the room but Sun just huffed. “Of course…Your mother’s name was Adiva. She had auburn hair, and I think it was really curly. You have her eyes. Uh…hm…it’s all pretty foggy but I remembered thinking she was really nice. My father said she was always pleasant to be around, and she held you ever so gently, even in her final moments, when it took all her strength.”

The chosen hero’s eyes became misty. Wistfulness melded into concern and a bit of pity as Sun paused. He wiped his eyes hastily. “Keep going.”

“Do you want to talk about it…in private?” Sun asked, glancing at the group of heroes, a few noticing him.

“That would be nice,” Link nodded and she offered her hand.

He took it, standing up and clutching it. Groose noticed, him having been bantering along with the chain for a while. An expression that once would’ve been filled with something jealous or cruel was now a soft, sad one, that had no hint of envy. They sat down in a separate room, with no fireplace to warm him up. He sighed. “Can you…continue?”

“Just tell me if you need a break,” Sun told him, a bit sternly, before she softened. “She knitted, I think. When we went to your old place, there were tons of handmade scarfs and blankets. My father mentioned she had made a business out of it for a while, instead of taking up the path of a knight. She was extremely involved in Skyloft, helping where she could, and she had so many people at her ceremony after her death.”

“H-how did she die?”

“You don’t know?”

Her tone wasn’t accusatory, but worried. He replied, “My father couldn’t stand talking about it.”

“She…there was an illness going around the islands. We didn’t know how to treat it, but your mother caught it and with nothing to help her condition she…succumbed to it. I’m sorry.”

Sky fell into silence. She wrapped him in a hug. “I can see a lot of her in you when you help people. She would be proud.”

Tears overflowed no matter how much he tried to suppress them. She held him tighter. “Your father, Erwin, was a commendable leader, and quite fierce. He was often too stubborn, my father said, but he saved many lives through that. You have his hair, I think. When it came to you, his demeanour changed though. He was so happy with you and it showed. He was admired by his peers, and though he wasn’t as involved in Skyloft itself, many people recognized him.”

Sobs wracked his body and she stopped letting him bury his head in her shoulder. She carded her hand through his hair. “Shhh…let it out…it’s okay.”

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I LOVE THIS LIKE SO MUCH THANK YOU?!

I openeded my notes just to check before I go to bed for the night and I'm so glad I did this is amazing thank you so much.

I hope you have a wonderful Christmas too! Thank you so much for this its wonderful

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Fable/Legend my beloved

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I have a lil Fable/Legend story for you :3

It was the dead of night, the only noise the crackle of the orange flames and the distant sounds of crickets. When the veteran glanced around, all of his companions were fast asleep for once, relaxed and peaceful, bodies nestled in their bedrolls and some even cuddling each other. Legend held his hands up near to the fire to warm them up, as they had been resting firmly on the cold log he was sitting on. It wasn’t too warm by the fire, courtesy to the light breeze brushing against his hair.

Even though it was such a peaceful and pleasant night, he could not ignore the longing in his heart. It had been months and they hadn’t visited his era yet, they were in Twilight’s era now.

He missed Zelda.

He could imagine she’d like the conversations that arose after battle and journeying through eras. When everything was settled, plans would be made but also, stories were told, questions were asked and mostly answered. From listening in to conversations, Legend knew quite a bit about history that even the most pretentious scholars probably wouldn’t have even guessed. Zelda would’ve loved to push that in one of those snobby scholars’ faces.

He wanted her touch, to cuddle with her when dusk arrived and the sky turned dark after a lovely sunset. He wanted to get lost in her crystalline blue eyes again and to see her radiant, bright smile again.

Yet, he’d still rather her be safe at the castle, instead of the risk being out here with black-blooded monsters. He knew how capable Zelda really was, but…he couldn’t stand the thought of something happening to her out here. So, most of the time he pushed down the longing and homesickness. He just couldn’t stop thinking of her, though.

He sighed softly, and reached down towards his bag, reaching his hand through velvety fabric and rummaging through tons of different items, until he felt rough, painted wood, with small holes in it. He pulled it out, seeing the ocarina he had obtained from a dream, ever so long ago when he longed for someone else. He only ever played two tunes when he blew into that wooden ocarina. He had memorized them vigorously, hoping to never ever forget. By now he could probably play it with his eyes closed, if he so desired.

He pressed his fingers into some of the holes in the instrument and blew into the top piece. Zelda’s Lullaby echoed gently through the area, quiet enough to not wake the others but loud enough to soothe everyone listening and ease Legend’s aching heart, if only for a moment.

“I call it, Zelda’s Lullaby!” Zelda proclaimed happily, and then pressed down the keys on a piano in slow, soft succession.

“It’s pretty,” Link replied brightly. “Did you make it yourself?”

“No, my mother used to play it for me, back when she was alive.”

“Oh. Was her name Zelda too? Or did she name it after you?”

Zelda gave it a lot of thought before shrugging her shoulders, a little downcast. “I don’t remember.”

“That’s okay! It’s still very good, and you know it well! You can remember her by playing this song,” Link insisted.

“Really?”

“Yeah!”

Zelda rushed off, confusing Link for a few moments but the princess returned momentarily with pen and paper. She scribbled something down on it and hung it up in the wall of her bedroom, beside a portrait. When Link peered closer it seemed to be sheet music of sorts. The princess explained, “I’ll never forget her this way. I’ve written it down so I know the notes even if I haven’t played it in a while.”

“Oh, that’s great!” Link exclaimed.

“Yeah…and thank you, Link. You’re a real friend.”

“No need to thank me, princess, it’s what friends do!”

That was the first time Legend had ever heard the soothing melody. It was when they were children, playing together for a brief time after Ganon’s first defeat.

“Hey, Zel?” Link popped into the doorframe of Zelda’s bedroom.

Zelda turned around from her desk, her eyes lighting up and a small smile forming on her face. “Yeah?”

“Remember when you showed me Zelda’s Lullaby all those years ago?”

“Oh, yes, I still play it sometimes you know. Why?”

“Well…” Link hesitated but stepped further inside. “I wanted to learn it as well, if you could teach me in your spare time.”

“Of course!” Zelda replied, slamming her book on the table and pushing it aside. “I need a break from my studies anyways. Follow me.”

Link obliged. He always admired her heart, her kindness and passion. She led him to a grand piano and advised him to sit down on the bench in front of it. He quirked a brow. “I know how to play the piano, Zel.”

“Right,” She coughed into her fist, blushing. “So do you just need the notes and fingerings then?”

“Yeah, basically.”

“Well here you had me thinking you needed teaching! Why’d you phrase it like that?”

“It’s still technically teaching!” Link defended himself, blushing himself.

“I suppose by the very edge of the definition, maybe,” Zelda rolled her eyes. “Anyhow, I will have to teach you because whatever ten year old me wrote on that piece of paper is beyond me…and I can do better than before.”

“Let’s start with right hand then,”

“Okay. Start with this B over here with this finger,”

Patiently, Zelda taught him how to play both the right hand and left hand, and when she had to go back to her studies he busied himself with practicing and practicing. Each day, the sound of the lullaby would drift through the hallways of the castle because Link would be working to improve until he was at his best. Zelda was really impressed to hear him play it fluidly later on and Link relished in her grin, her eyes filled with awe. “This is amazing, Link. I’m…happy to know that it won’t be forgotten, even though the fear of that may be silly.”

It was a time when they had been close, and were in love, but hadn’t realized that yet. It was before Koholint. Before, Marin.

“So, you learned the ocarina in your travels on the sea?” Zelda’s voice startled him and he stopped playing abruptly, fumbling with the instrument in his hands.

“…yeah,” Link nodded and he scowled playfully, “Have you just come to interrupt me?”

Zelda’s face grew a crimson red. “No, I uh—I came for—uh—oh Hylia this is difficult…”

“Are you okay?”

“No yeah, perfectly fine. I came because…I think I might love you…as more than a friend. ”

Link felt all the air escape his lungs as his face began to burn. Love me? He thought.

“Sorry if I’m overstepping! I’ll just go now—“

“Zel wait!” Link called, extending his hand out to her.

She turned back around to face him and took his hand, eyes glimmering with anticipation. Link drew in a deep breath and looked her straight in her sparkling blue eyes. He ran her thumb across her knuckle, and with a sudden impulse, pressed a kiss to her hand gently. “I feel the same,”

Link felt his face grow hotter than when he was leaning over lava, or when his fire rod got a little too close, when he realized what he just did. Zelda just smiled broadly at him. “I didn’t know you could be romantic.”

Link sputtered but Zelda just wrapped her arms around him and he returned it. He was happy now, though, imagining a life with Zelda. He was happy to let her hold him for a bit.

Legend let go of the ocarina, and set it down back in his bag. As soon as the memories ended, fading from his vision and the playing stopped, his heart began to throb miserably once more and he only grew more homesick. How did Time manage, being away from his wife? How did Sky not miss his love with every single thought?

He heard shuffling and saw the old man rise slowly from his bedroll and look back at him, eyebrow raised. The veteran just looked away. “Well, it’s past your watch now,” The old man hummed quietly, stepped through bedrolls to reach Legend’s spot and sit next to him.

“Yeah, I lost track of time,” The vet told him distractedly.

“I think there’s something more than that,”

“…I just miss someone. That’s all. Nothing you can really do,”

“Ah,” Time gained a knowing look in his one, forest green eye. “I see. May I ask who this someone is?”

“…She’s my everything. You understand, don’t you?” Legend answered.

“I do. You know, our skyloftian here had the same dilemma. I’ll tell you what I told him, let age mature you and your heart will calm itself,”

“Real helpful,” Legend drawled, unimpressed.

Time chuckled quietly. “I’ll give you another piece of advice. Take this time away from her to question yourself and your worth without being a Hero. If you had been taken a different path, where would you go? A life settling down with her isn’t about heroics now, it’s more about your courage as not a Hero, but a good man,”

The veteran thought about it and now he really wondered who he would be other than a Hero. He felt a pat on his shoulders. “Don’t think too hard, vet, you won’t be able to fall asleep otherwise.”

Legend rolled his eyes and stood up from the log he had been sitting on for a while now. Something creaked wearily as he stretched and wandered over to his bedroll. Time pulled out a blue ocarina, and played a soothing song, that made his eyes droop and his heart feel lighter. It was easy to succumb to sleep now.

~~~~~~~~~~

A portal arrived the morning after, shining with its purple aura and mysterious power. The veteran was this first to go in, merely because he was bored of sitting and waiting for the others to finish their food and stop chatting relentlessly. When his vision cleared he immediately recognized the palace in front of him, the grounds that were currently being guarded and the knights were stood with spears and swords pointed at the portal. They relaxed once they realized it was just the hero.

Soon, the others followed and Legend made sure to reassure the knights they weren’t foes. “Where’s the princess?” He asked, his heart leaping into his throat.

One of them smirked knowingly. “In the throne room with His Majesty. She’s less than pleased at your sudden disappearance.”

“She’s going to kill me isn’t she.”

“Aye,” Another nodded gravely.

He still smiled anyway, glad to see her again. The others seemed amused more than anything as they headed inside Hyrule Castle and to the throne room.

“—ah, but he didn’t think to inform me that he was going through a freaking portal!”

Legend winced, but walked up anyway. The King noticed, eyes flickering up to meet the hero’s gaze. “I have a feeling you’ll be able to talk with him now. We have an audience.”

Zelda turned around and the fire in her eyes burned brighter. She rushed over, pointing a finger at the veteran’s chest. “What were you thinking?! You worried me! That letter might’ve told me at least a little bit, but you could’ve warned me that you were going to go through a portal of all things.”

“I—yeah I should’ve. I’m okay though, and here for a little bit. It’s better than presuming me dead again.”

“I guess,” She huffed, crossing her arms.

Link took one of her hands and with his other hand, pulled her close, resting his forehead against hers, momentarily forgetting there were other people than just the two of them. “I’m sorry, Zel.”

“I forgive you, for now,” She relented and leaned up to kiss him.

He returned it for a quick moment and then drew back, glee in his heart at seeing her again. Hylia must’ve heard him this time. “So you have a girlfriend?” Wind called and Link just remembered the chain was there.

He rolled his eyes and nodded, though blushing a little. “Oh! Are these the heroes you spoke about in your letter? They look entirely different from you,” Zelda went a little wide-eyed but there was also a faint flush of red on her face.

“Yup. Guess which one’s who,” The vet smirked slightly.

“You’re on, Legend,”

She took one long look at the heroes who stared back. “Okay, that sailcloth reminds me of the Hero of the Skies so I’m assuming your nickname is Sky,”

Sky just smiled and nodded. Zelda’s confidence grew. “You have the Four Sword on your back and that hair reminds me of the Hero of the Four Sword, so you’re Four.”

Four looked surprised. Zelda paused. “Let’s see…Is that the Ocarina of Time on your belt? You’re the Hero of Time!”

The old man gave a nod. She paused again. “The rest of you I don’t recognize so I must guess based on the titles I’ve been given. You strike me as a Warriors with all that knightly gear,” She pointed to Wars.

The captain grinned and nodded. She walked up to the champion. “Wild,” She named and elaborated no further much to the cook’s expense.

“You have to be Twilight,” She pointed to said Hylian, “Those markings are only something born of twilight.”

The ranch hand nodded, stunned. She looked at Wind and Hyrule and shrugged. “These two I have no idea. Maybe Wind’s for the breeze on that shirt? There’s nothing to indicate Hyrule specifically but with you,” She pointed to the traveller, “I can’t attach you to either, you seem like you’re from Labrynnia,”

Legend put a hand on her shoulder. “That’s Wind, and that’s Hyrule. You pretty much nailed every other one,”

“Good enough,” Zelda declared. “Now, introductions aside, let’s go somewhere else. We should discuss the current adventure and get rooms set up.”

She led them to a different, more private room, and Legend followed her, grinning ear to ear.

Hylia, he loved her so much.

Words cannot express how much I love this so I drew my reaction

My man (not like gender specific or whatever.)

Buddy

Friend

*grabs you by the shoulders*

I APPRECIATE YOU SO MUCH

YOU WENT OUT OF YOUR WAY. TWICE. TO WRITE FABLEGWND FOR ME even tho you probably (?) prefer them as siblings BUT YOU STILL WRITE THIS FOR ME BECAUSE I LOVE THEM

I AN HUGGING YOU VIRTUALLY RIGHT NOW

I LOVE YOU /p

DONT FIGHT IT

MYAHAHAHAHAHA *drowns in love and appreciation*

Also I drew this doodle

#linked universe #lu legend #lu fable #fable/legend

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