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gortashs-skidmark · 6 months ago

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Antipode | (LOZ: SS X READER)

Chapter 1 teaser.

There will be more chapters coming on my wattpad and quotev accounts!!

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬. The academy was out for the day. They used to wait at the stairs for their associate but not-so-recent developments sheltered them from doing so. Fledge ran down the stairs. The heel of his boot didn't grip the very edge of the step sending him sliding down the staircase on his rear. The redness in his cheeks spread to the tips of his pointed ears. He had tutoring today at the docks.

His first flight.

Loftwings were scarcely bred and he was determined to get his certification so he could be a rider. He could ride far, far away from the bullies. He knew he lacked in every corner of knightly attributes. That's why (y/n) was assigned to help him.

They were head of the nightshift guard, a tedious position to hold. Most riders only went out during the daylight hour. It took immense trust between rider and loftwing to ride together into dark nothingness. (y/n)'s loftwing was born blind, they 'gave a dud to a dud' as their tutor would say, riding into the night was no different to daylight. Some may call it a feat and an upper-hand, but only because (y/n) thought of the feat first. And everyone didn't like (y/n). It was a matter of maturity versus brilliance.

No one had seen Fledge run this fast. Today, he'd prove where he landed on the rung of the ladder. He saw (y/n) in the distance, they stood with their chest puffed out and their eyes searching the skies ahead. Their loftwing was on one foot with its head twisted tucked into it's wing, fast asleep. He wondered if he was late, but it wasn't possible.

They heard the shuffling on the grass behind them and loosened the security on themselves. They knew it was Fledge. It almost impressed them how fast he was running. His stamina couldn't withstand much.

"𝖥𝗅𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒." they quietly acknowledged.

He gulped trying to coat his throat with any saliva he had and ducked his head down for more air. He held up a numb finger telling them to wait.

"𝖲𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁. 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍." They shifted onto their hip and looked out on Skyloft. They could see the other students mingling across the island. Each one was unmistakably identifiable.

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𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐭 '𝐌𝐢𝐚'. He'd asked you to come by sometime to talk about your future. He was the school advisor but you'd graduated about a year and a half ago. Last time you were called into an office at the academy was after graduation. Gaepora presented you with a rapier, that now decorated your hip at all times. It was your mother's, like you cared.

'I did all of this work for a lousy sword from a dead broad? I knew her in fewer moments than vast and long hours I think about her. Wonderful reminder. Anyway I have no more obligations here, so long gae-ass.'

Gaepora did not appreciate your kitschy attitude. But it was the first time he'd felt like he'd seen your true colors. You were quiet and accommodating. Nothing with connotative emotion. The teachers had nothing notable to say about you. You were cold and stern 'underneath it all'.

You didn't act that way underneath a mask like Gaepora pointed out to you, it just never needed to manifest. Your resentment for him grew everyday you were at that academy. You would preach to your journal about his flawed character and his daughter. It was not hard to admit the jealously of it all. No one stepped up and took you in. You were alone. His one sentiment of that sword didn't fix the years of haunting you felt.

Fledge caught his breath long ago, and now stared intensely at you. There was an emotion on your face that he couldn't quite pin. He noticed your often hidden rounded ears, your towering height, and your features. You were different, you knew that. But no one could tell you why. Fledge never treated you differently, he was a star pupil out of all the kids you tutored.

"𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵." his brows furrowed "𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗆 𝖨 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍?"

You gave Fledge a hundred yard stare. You were taller than most. It almost kept you from joining the academy. Groose came close to you in height and his bird barely kept up some days. Your height affected your weight by a lot. Hylians were, of course, much shorter than humans.

"𝖨𝖿 𝖫𝗂𝗇𝗄'𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖨."

Link was stocky and short and he was quite the glutton. It was one of his 'adorable' traits, as Zelda yapped in your ear at your tutoring sessions with her. She was your least favorite and it was partly her father's fault. The rest was all her.

"𝖨-𝗂 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝗈." Fledge stuttered. He didn't hear you curse much. You probably weren't supposed to but you could be unruly at times.

"𝖦𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝖽. 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾." you gently patted your loftwing's head and woke it up. Its large yellow eye opened first, then its head untucked, then it stretched and purred.

"𝘏-𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰 𝘐...?"

You got on, hopping over its back easily with your longer legs. Fledge looked nervously and approached slowly.

"𝖭𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝖽𝗒-" your bird shook out its feather which startled him "𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽- 𝖺𝗇𝖽-"

"𝖣𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽. 𝖮𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽." you sighed. You hopped off and picked him up by the waist and placed him on the loftwings back.

"𝖶𝗈𝖠𝖧."

"𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝖱𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀?"

"𝖸𝖾𝗌. 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌-"

You clapped twice and your loftwing lifted its wings and took off upwards. You heard him screaming. You shielded the sun from your eyes and watched him go. Your loftwing took off around the island and would screech every now and then when Fledge pulled too hard. He couldn't help the tears forming in his waterline and screamed,

"𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘗! 𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘗! 𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘗! 𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘗! 𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘗!"

"𝖨𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖥𝗅𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾?" Link approached behind you, looking at the (color) bird soar as well. Some of the other school kids gathered around you two and murmured.

"𝖸𝖾𝗉."

"𝖣𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌? 𝖧𝖾'𝗌 𝗈𝖻𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾."

"𝖡𝗈𝗈𝗁𝗈𝗈. 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖾'𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽."

"𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐇𝐇𝐇𝐇𝐇𝐇𝐇𝐇𝐇𝐇"

"𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗎𝗆𝖺, 𝗒𝖺' 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐." Zelda pointed out in worry. She took off to get her loftwing. You let Fledge, of all people, ride alone on his first flight with no regard for his safety. She knew you were tough but was not happy you didn't care if other people weren't. Like your students.

You whistled and your bird circled back from the rocky ropes course. It was graceful in the air. You watched as it slowed above you with its wings flapping backwards. The talons landed and gripped the grass. Fledge was clutching the bird and squeezing it with his knees. Your loftwing complained and tried bucking him off but Fledge's grip was too strong.

"𝖶𝗈𝖺𝗁 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒-" you got in front of the bird and stroked its neck. It still complained but stopped thrashing. Groose pushed you out of the way to see Fledge.

"𝖶𝗈𝖺𝗁. 𝖭𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗐𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌, 𝖽𝗎𝖽𝖾?" his lackeys laughed. You elbowed Groose in the stomach and he keeled over as well. Groose wheezed and his friends came to help him up. Your hands touched Fledge's in an attempt to get him to stop gripping the feathers. Fledge's eyes were wide with shock.

"𝖳𝗒𝗉𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍"

Fledge's weakly tossed his legs over to one side and flopped to the ground. He gripped the dust instead.

"𝖲𝗁𝗈𝗐'𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋. 𝖦𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾." you turned to the flock of students and shoo'ed them away. Not before swatting Groose on the back of his shoulder.

Fledge was very still as he was kneeled over. He burst into tears and wailed loudly.

"𝘐-𝘪-𝘪'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺-𝘩𝘦-𝘩𝘦-𝘩𝘦𝘦!" he gasped in between cries. He cried so hard he started coughing violently. You patted him on the back and rubbed in circles to soothe him. Perhaps, you were too harsh, you think. He was already bullied enough, you were supposed to help him. Make him feel confident. Hard lessons didn't help him in particular.

"𝘕𝘰- 𝘯𝘰, 𝘍𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳-" he vomited all over the dirt patch. You sighed and jogged over to the Bazaar. His parents would need to be contacted regardless. You lifted the curtains and twisted around to the Potions and Infusions stall. Luv and Bertie were hustling away, as usual. Luv clasped her hands when she saw you and her mauve lips stretched wide.

"𝖮𝗁-! (𝗒/𝗇)! 𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖥𝗅𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾'𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍? 𝖶𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽." Yet they didn't care to come and watch him soar. Luv rubbed her hands nervously and with expectation that you'd taken care of him. You were ashamed to have to get his parents, because no one was to blame but you. There wasn't a way you could calm him down without cold water or taking him to the academy nurse. You didn't want to make him feel worse so grabbing his parents was the latter.

"𝖧𝖾'𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝖿𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍, 𝗎𝗁, 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆." you avoided eye contact with the couple. Even the baby's crying hushed a bit over the numb feeling they both got.

"𝖨𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒?"

"𝖧𝖾'𝗌 𝗎𝗎𝗎𝗁𝗁𝗁, 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾. 𝖡𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾, 𝗐𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝖫𝗂𝗄𝖾, 𝖠𝖲𝖠𝖯." you gestured to hurry up. They gave each other a look and dropped their duties promptly.

They rushed out to the dock where he was hunched over dry heaving. You followed after quickly and kept your head down.

“𝗈𝗁! 𝖥𝗅𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾!” Just seeing her older son on the ground knocked the air out of her. Her husband crouched on the ground and started rubbing his back to get him to calm down. Luv whipped around to you and started stomping in your direction a few feet away.

"𝖣𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌??"

"𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅. 𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖲𝗈, 𝗒𝖾𝗌. 𝖨 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝖬𝗋𝗌. 𝖥𝗅𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾." you briefly made eye contact.

”𝘠𝘰𝘶!” She slammed her fist into your sternum “𝘉𝘪𝘨!” Thud! “𝘉𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺!” Thud! “𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝗇?!” Thudthudthudthudthudthud. Her fists rapped into you like a punching bag. You stood firmly with your arms crossed. It was like getting hit by twig. Her arms were much frailer, that’s why she had her husband stir the big potion pots. You wouldn’t want to take a hit from Bertie.

”𝘔-𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢!” Fledge gasped for air and his mom ran to him. Zelda watched from a distant with her own bird. Seems you'd taken care of your own problem.

“𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒-𝖻𝗈𝗈-𝖻𝗈𝗈?!”

The academy would be hearing about this. Your bird stocked over to you and nipped your neck. You stroked its beak and sighed.

You stood by for a while to help. Bertie had to get back to the stall so nothing was stolen or over boiled. You stayed with Luv to help him walk home. His legs kept giving out and you scooped him up and carried him the whole way. He was light and perhaps your bird got too happy about a light rider. It could maneuver tighter turns and fly faster.

Luv opened the round door to her home and you ducked into it. She was two steps ahead of you, opening doors, pulling the sheets back on his old bed from home. You laid him out gently.

Usually he stayed in the academy bunks but today was undeniably different. Fledge was quiet and looked tired, unlike an hour ago when he was excited for his first ever flight. If he chose to continue tutoring with you, if you weren’t fired, getting him to be a confident flier would be triple the work.

Luv sighed. She looked like she wanted to say something but just shook her head. You nodded curtly and ducked back out into the wide open.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭. You reported it, his parents did, Zelda and a few of the other kids who witnessed it, but Fledge himself never fessed up to the tragedy. Owlan and Horwell waited in Gaepora’s office with you until he arrived. It was quiet. Horribly so. When Gaepora entered he had an unreadable look on his face. He stood by his desk and sighed, trying to find the words.

"(𝗒/𝗇). 𝖣𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗐𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇?"

"𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌." the obvious answer.

"𝖸𝖾𝗌, 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌. 𝖥𝗅𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗂𝗌... 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅. 𝖫𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝗅𝖾𝖽𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌. 𝖲𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽, 𝗐𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗀𝖾. 𝖶𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗎𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖶𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾."

"𝘈𝘩. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦."

"-𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖾" Owlan circled you "𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖾. 𝖠𝗌 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝗈"

Howell sighed. Owlan was not particularly fond of you. He'd never been. You needed more accommodations than the other students. Tailored armor, a bigger bird, a bigger bed in the dorms. You were quiet and obedient at that time, but he thought you were more trouble than you were worth. Horwell didn't believe the same, the small accommodations would make you a great knight. If you couldn't fit in, then how they had failed as teachers and sages. Owlan scowled at you and Horwell couldn’t look you in the eye. You sniffed.

“𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗎𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖻𝖺𝖽? 𝖡𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 (𝖺𝗀𝖾) 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒. 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖾."

”𝖶𝖾’𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒, (𝗒/𝗇).” Horwell tried to speak up, though he was very gentle.

”𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅? 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌? 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗎𝗇𝖻𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀?" you talked with your hands and Horwell sucked on his cheek, you made a bit of a point "𝖣𝗂𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖻𝖺𝖽? 𝖥𝗅𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗎𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖼 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖻𝖾𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆.”

You sounded preachy to the choir.

”-𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋! 𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍! 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾, 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎? 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌. 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆?” Owlan spit at you with a resentment.

"𝖭𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 '𝖨'𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒'! 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒!" you stood up from your chair and it clattered to the ground. Owlan and Horwell stood from their seats. Owlan looked ready to deck you, Horwell put his hands out to try and reason.

”𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗆 𝖨 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋?” Gaepora quietly mentioned. You whipped you head around. Zelda, she had personally got into a crying fit and ran to her father. That's why Gaepora had been so late to the meeting. She admitted you were good at tutoring but she felt you have a vendetta against her. Zelda only tried to be nice and reasonable. She wasn't built to fight mentally and you knew it. There wasn't anything you could say to her to change that.

You only saw her kindness as playing sides that benefitted her.

”𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒-𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀-𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝖲𝗄𝗒𝗅𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖭𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗆. 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝖥𝖴𝖢𝖪 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝖦𝖺𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗋𝖺.” She was a woman who could handle her own. She attended a knight academy. Defense was the name of the game.

The teachers looked shocked. Gaepora's aging lines deepened.

"𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗒 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍."

What was the stupid-er decision? Possibly making a statement by walking out silently, but losing your job and having everyone dislike you more than they did. Or apologizing for speaking your truth about his selfish behavior and wasting your time when you had a life to be living, not involving his pity tutor position he gave you.

He pinched the crinkled bridge of his nose at the face of your face. You didn't budge.

"𝘎𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉-𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍."

You curtly nodded and stomped out.

✪✪✪

𝐅𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦. The loftwing purred and squinted as it flew. It was happy. You don’t think birds can tell time, but every weekend it knew where you were heading. It picked up on the cold feeling you left the academy with and auto piloted to your favorite spot. Your blind bestfriend never judged you. If you lost them, you don't know what you'd do.

You parked it outside of the Lumpy Pumpkin and dragged yourself in. It was warm and the chatter was light. You sat at the bar and the old man wordlessly gave you your usual drink made of fermented stamina fruits from Skyloft itself. Casuals at the bar keep stealing glances at you. Word had already gotten to everyone, huh?

Eagus claps a big warm hand on your shoulder and you jumped but let it be. He heard. He worked at the school of course. There was a quiet understanding between you and him. Eagus was a few years ahead of you but he was your best friend on the island. At least on the weekends when you went drinking.

On occasion you’d spar with him and practice with swords. When he was upset or feeling off you’d offer your services and let him swing as hard as possible in a duel. It was his strength against your agility.

He was quite stocky and took care of himself. At the end of the day he smelled like chipped wood, sweat, and lemongrass scented soap from the bazaar. His clothes were dusty, there was dirt under his fingernails, and his boots dragged mud around. Eagus was a great source of comfort after a night shift. Morning drinking wasn’t advised but he wasn’t doing anything for the weekend otherwise. He loved to indulge you and see you smile.

He wordlessly sat next to you and sipped on his own drink.

"𝖳𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖽𝖺𝗒?" he inquired. Earlier that day he saw you trudging up to the academy with a solemn look on your face. He only saw that look when you were really, really drunk.

"𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁"

"𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌, '𝗀𝗎𝗌."

"𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶." His deep voice vibrated around him. You flopped your head on his shoulder and relaxed.

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