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bokettochild · 2 months

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Febuwhump suggestion for “hostage situation” if I may

Ravio being held captive by some villain? (Preferably resurrected Yuga for angst?)

As someone who STILL hasn't played ALBW (I tried!) I wasn't able to swing Yuga. i'm not sure how I would do that, but... I may have figured out something else? Don't worry, Ravio still suffers >:)

Rating: Teen

Wordcount: 7,066

Summary: Mister Hero never goes unarmed, and Ravio discovers just WHY when an old enemy from his friend's life reappears and mistakes him for Link. Perhaps, when Mister Hero gets back, he's going to ask for fighting lessons. That is, if he survives the gladiator's arena.

(Note: LoZ Manga references. You don't need to know much, just that Legend is, in the manga, a gladiatorial champion.)

There’s one rule Mister Hero has always kept: do not stray from the house without a weapon.

He’s laughed at the other for it a few times, during the time when they shared the home, and sickness, injury, or exhaustion had stopped the hero from being out and about fulfilling their work. He’d felt guilty, at times, for letting the other lad do everything, so on the days when Mister Hero did decide to allow himself to relax a bit, he’d tried to make them enjoyable. He took on most of the work of cooking and keeping the house anyways, and doing the tiniest bit extra to accommodate the hero was hardly any burden, what with how much work the other was doing for him. Even on rest days though, Mister Hero has never been one to sit idle. Provided he didn’t end up sleeping the day away out of exhaustion, he would typically slip out to tend the garden and orchard to ensure the coming harvest wasn’t lost, and trips to the market also came about to restock the house’s spacious pantry.

The market in Kakariko is so much nicer than those in Thieves Town, which were always louder, dangerous, and usually somewhat violent. The people of Hyrule, in comparison to Lorule, are a peaceful sort, so seeing Mister Hero arm himself before leaving the house had been odd.

“You’re not returning to the road already, are you?” He’d asked.

Honest eyes had turned to him, stare heavy, and trying so hard to find something to focus on, what with Ravio’s own face still having been covered at the time. “No.”

“Then why are you arming yourself?” He’d asked. He'd already explored the area around the house, including the village, and while the roads between could be a bit rough, it was never anything that couldn’t be avoided. A sword seemed to be overkill.

“Why aren’t you?” Mister Hero had stared at him. He'd been to Lorule already at that point, so perhaps it made sense that he’d presume Ravio would feel a similar need to prepare against a foe, but the merchant was doing no such thing.

Sure, he has a knife, but he doesn’t really use it unless he really needs to, and even then, it’s mostly just for a quick stab or slice so he can have time to get away. He's never been much of a fighter, and no one had wanted to teach him either, saying he was too small to handle a weapon, or fight at all. Now that he’s met Mister Hero, he knows that’s all poppycock, since the hylian wields many a weapon with skill superior to the average knight, despite being even smaller than Ravio is- if only by an inch or so. Still, he doesn’t really want to learn to fight, and finding favor at the castle had meant he hasn’t needed to since his early childhood, working for Hilda usually keeps him well away from anyone and anyone who wanted to harm him. There were some more aggressive persons in the castle, but the threat of the queen’s wrath was too great for them to risk anything.

“Kakraiko is safe,” he’d answered, voice warm to convey a smile the hero couldn’t see. “Why would I need to?”

“Danger can appear anywhere,” and something had snapped behind violet eyes, “you shouldn’t relax your guard just because it looks safe.”

The words have stuck with him since then. Granted, he’s not faced much since, staying mainly at the house while Mister hero had tended to their mission, but after it was over, and they’d parted ways, he’d not strayed much from the castle. He’s kept to his own and in spaces shielded by magic, so weapons weren’t something he needed. Granted, when he’d taken the portal that opened to him in the castle, tumbling out into a new era and meeting a new hero, he had been called upon to fight at times, and he had had a weapon then, but he’s really not the aggressive sort. Fighting isn’t in his nature any more than sitting still is in Mister Hero’s.

Now returned safely to his own era by a very apologetic Lana, he’s taken up his old habits from living in Hyrule. He’s got his knife, of course, because after that one time, Mister Hero had taken to asking him, at random times, if he was armed. The hero is obsessive about it, but then again, he is about many things.

Once it was all over and Yuga had been defeated, but before they’d gone their separate ways, he’d seen Mister Hero actually fully disarm for the first time. They’d been exhausted by the day; its emotions, the battle, and just everything. There was an intent to close the connection between their worlds, but Hilda had promised them some time. He’s thankful for it too, although that day had been simultaneously one of the worst and best in his life.

They’d gone back to the house, both awkward with each other and not speaking at all until abruptly Mister Hero had announced that he would be having a bath. His joints ached from the fight and he needed to relax, so he’d drawn a bath into the wooden tub he kept in the house, set before the fire to keep it warm, and while Ravio had had every intention of leaving him to his privacy (goodness knows he had no room to disrespect such a thing after all his fuss about his hood!) he’d sort of gotten distracted when he’d seen the hero disarming. First the sword and belt had come off. They weren’t put away though but set on the floor close enough to reach from in the tub, which really had been a very clear indicator of how wary and distrustful a person his hero is. After those then had been the knives; he thinks there must have been at least a dozen hidden beneath the clothes of the hero, and even after those were all set aside, there came the medallions, the rings, the earrings with protective magic, the magic infused tunics, the boots. He'd left when clothes started coming off, because Mister Hero had asked, rather flustered as he’s fiddled with the buttons of his shift, if Ravio was intending to ogle him the whole time and he’d hurried out as answer.

Really though, it came as a bit of a shock to realize just how much in the ways of weapons and defensive tools the hero carried.

He doesn’t see a need for that though. He keeps the knife, but nothing else. He’s not a fighter, he’ll never be a fighter, and he doesn’t have any wish to either.

Sometimes, looking at the home buried under a decade’s worth of adventures, he wonders if Mister Hero ever wanted it either, but it’s sort of a null point now, considering there’s really no changing things. Even if he wanted too, he doesn’t think Mister Hero is capable of spending any part of his life without at least one weapon in easy reach at all times.

It’s fine though. As the hero, it makes sense that his housemate is armed, and him being able to defend himself is important in his line of work. Ravio, however, has no such needs. Any enemies he’s made, he’s left them behind in Lorule, and there’s no way for them to slip across to get at him now. The house is well guarded at all times, between the magic twined through the trees and the bees that sting anything and anyone that they deem a threat. Out in town, he’s got the good sense to be aware of his surroundings, but fighting, even with people who want to harm him, isn’t really necessary. He’s fast enough to evade blows and slip out of their clutches in the case of anyone actually wanting to hurt him, and again, that’s very rare, especially once they get the idea that he’s not worth the trouble.

Since returning to Hyrule, there’s really been no trouble whatsoever, so maybe he is slightly to blame for having let his guard drop. Yes, if he’d only been a bit more aware- but he hadn’t and now Mister Hero is definitely never going to relax about his safety ever again.

He’s on the road, headed to the market to fill the pantry again. It’s not that it ever really empties, but Mister Hero always likes to keep it full to brimming on the off chance of not being able to restock for one reason or another. Illness, war and sometimes his own safety are some of the reasons he’s cited for not being able to get out, or shop for food. He thinks there’s maybe more to it, maybe something to do with the hero’s stunted growth, but he doesn’t ask. If anything, he’s just as happy to make sure they never run out of food, as Lorule hadn’t exactly been the most prosperous place to live either.

The roads aren’t any worse than normal, and now that Yuga and Ganon aren’t an issue anymore, teh soldiers are no longer nearly as aggressive. They've tamed some, and between the efforts of the hero and Hyrule’s princess, they’d begun training new knights who’ve never known the touch of dark magic that so altered the minds of their former defenders. Link is still chased down, of course, but Ravio himself is at no risk, and he’s able to simply slip past the patrolling soldiers with a brief wave on his way down the path. The younger of the two men nods in answer, but neither stop in their route back to the castle. Just the same, he doesn’t stop on his way to Kakariko.

Celeste, the elder’s wife, had let slip that traders from out Holodrum way were traveling through the kingdom and would likely stop at the village before heading on the Castletown, and after hearing Mister Hero rave about the fruits found in the other kingdom, he’s determined to see if he can’t find some to serve when next his doppelganger and companions arrive back in this time. It’ll be a delightful treat! He hasn’t really seen the hero smile in a bit, and he’s sure he can maybe get him to crack even the smallest of smiles if he makes something especially good.

Then again, he could just make cocoa, but honestly, he needs to expand his arsenal!

His attention is sort of on trying to estimate the cost of imported fruits and remembering if they have any recopies for them anywhere (he could just ask, but it would ruin the surprise) so he doesn’t exactly notice until it’s too late that he’s been being followed. Really, he wouldn’t have noticed at all if a hand didn’t suddenly catch ahold of him, grip far too strong to be ignored and making him stumble in his steps.

“Excuse me-” some offended comment is about to drop from his lips, but he doesn’t exactly get a chance to finish it. Something soft, but with a strong smell is suddenly thrust over his nose and mouth and the merchant finds that any and all words drift out of his mind, thoughts fading all together as darkness steals there place.

Whomever it was that had grabbed him, he sags into their hold as his final action before his consciousness is lost.

Coming to, he sort of expects... well, he’s not sure. His head is throbbing and fuzzy, but there’s the vague inclination that usually, when the advisor to a queen is captured, they’ll wake up to...well, not this!

He's seen the torture chambers in Lorule Castle, and through no fault of his own, is aware of the Sheikah equivalent in Hyrule. He knows that when it comes to people in his position, no time is wasted on the off chance that a noble sends out a rescue of some sort, so if it’s information that’s wanted, well, he’d be waking up in a good deal more pain than he actually does. Blinking his eyes open though, he’s not in a dungeon. Sure, there’s stone walls and a (probably) locked door, but the sunlight that bleeds in through a small, glass paned window, indicates that whatever place this is, it’s not exactly a holding cell either. In one brief glance around, he can see at least two viable escape paths, and besides, it’s clear that someone is very much living in this space.

Yes, someone is living here, and based off of the figure currently sitting before him, a bottle dangling from their fingers, it’s a very, very big someone. Lolia below, the man is at least as tall as twice of him and one leg alone is as wide as the merchant’s whole body! What sort of a monster of a man is this? And furthermore, why is he looking down at him with such hatred and ire?

“Just as you asked,” a clipped, almost posh sounding voice, sounds from beside him, and swiveling his eyes over, he sees a decent looking fellow, either Hylian or human- he can’t tell past the hood, smiling up at the giant in the room. “One hero.”

Oh fiddlesticks, are these people looking for Mister Hero?

“You sure it’s him?” The giant’s voice is booming, echoing slightly off the walls even as it slurs slightly.

The young man in the hood nods, smile almost attractive if it wasn't so cold. “Certainly. You wanted a Link Lon? Well, I tracked down his residence and watched for days. This one-” a hand catches his shoulder and shakes, and he moves to protest the rough treatment only to find there’s a gag stopping him doing so, “- was the only one to show his face. Lucky for us though, he matches your description: black hair, short and built like a child’s doll.” It would almost be a compliment, back in Lorule, to be told he looked like a doll, and he knows in Hyrule, there are many people who teasingly call Mister Hero that, but here it almost sounds derogatory, like that’s something to his discredit.

The giant hums lowly, eyes trailing over him, glazed over and not quite all there. Still, he hopes that the man will realize that whomever they’re looking for, it’s not him. Mister Hero’s name might be the one they’re using, but last he knew, the hero has blonde hair, not black. That is the only real distinction between them, other than their eyes, but he desperately doesn’t want to believe that his friend is the target of these clearly ill-intentioned men either. Good grief, what do they even want him for?

“Alright,” the giant growls, turning and retrieving a small sack from the table beside him, one which he hands to the hooded fellow, who takes it with an eager smile. “There, for your troubles.”

It's clear Hood has experience, because he doesn’t take the bag and go, but opens it to briefly check its contents, charming smile dropping a moment later for a sharp look. “This isn’t what we agreed upon.”

“You took too long.”

Honestly, as a businessman himself, he’s slightly affronted on his capturer’s behalf! The man has no issue expressing the same anger though. “We agreed on two hundred rupees! This is barely a hundred!” At no response, the man presses on. “I hunted down the Hero of Hyrule for you and dragged him all the way out to Lynna City on your behalf. Of course it took time! You think he’s easy to tempt out of his little magical den?”

The chair that the giant sits on screeches as the man stands, and he’s really very, very huge when standing, head brushing the ceiling overhead as the chair crashes back against the floor. “Are we going to have a problem?”

Perhaps smarter than the average crook, Hood huffs, biting back whatever it is that he wants to say, and instead gathering up his earnings before leaving the room. That leaves Ravio alone with the giant. Oh, dear darkness, please let this all be a bad dream! He knows it’s not though. His dreams would have Yuga in the place of the giant, or maybe Ganon. He’s also pretty sure Mister Hero had said once that every face you see in your dreams is a person you’ve met, and he’s never met anyone who looks like the monster of a man before him.

The monster smirks, picking up his fallen chair and settling into it again. It's too small for him, but somehow, it doesn't fall to pieces under his bulk. “You’re a hard kid to find, pipsqueak,” the giant drawls, grabbing again for the bottle that’s dwarfed considerably in his hands and taking a swig. It’s clear he’s had plenty of whatever’s inside of it already, but that doesn’t seem to be stopping him at all. “That’s the third one I hired.” This time the words are a growl.

He wants, very badly, to exclaim that he’s not the hero and that maybe the trouble is that Mister Hero is never at home, but he sort of can’t. Good grief, he really hates gags, and the ropes bound around his arms and wrists aren’t particularly welcome either! From where he’s slumped on the floor, maybe having been dropped, maybe placed, he can’t be sure- he can see that his feet are free, and had it actually been Mister Hero they’d caught, that would be a deadly mistake. Between the fogginess of his head and the length of his robes though, he’s not particularly confident in his ability to stand right now, much less do anything to try and attack his friend’s apparent enemy.

It’s clear no attack is expected either, as the giant settles back, leaning heavily on a table that creaks and groans at protest to his weight. “You owe me a rematch, pipsqueak,” comes the rough growl, slurring slightly at the ends of the words. “It’s been a long time coming, but Lynna City’s going to see that Buri Bonebreaker doesn’t accept defeat.”

He doesn’t know what on earth is going on, but whatever it is, it keeps going. Still, from the blather of the drunken man, he can gather at least some information. First, that this person is called Buri and he has a minor obsession with Ravio’s hero counterpart. Second, they’re not in Hyrule anymore, but in a place called Lynna City, which, if he recalls correctly from Mister Hero’s many, many maps, is somewhere on the coast in Labrynna. Thirdly, Buri has something of a grudge against Mister Hero, and while he doesn't explain fully, the merchant gets the impression that the cause has something to do with a fight the man had somehow lost to the hero some years ago. How Mister Hero ever defeated a man this size so many years ago, he can’t imagine, but considering the other had already fought Ganon twice before they’d ever met, it would follow that he’s probably strong enough to have taken on some other foes too and won, even if the odds would definitely appear to be very much not in his favor.

Lastly, he manages, after what feels like hours of being sneered and jeered at, to learn one final, and perhaps far more important piece of information; Buri apparently has every intention of having a “rematch” with Mister Hero, tomorrow. And he thinks Ravio is the hero, so Ravio is going to be the one who’s involved in this rematch instead of Link!

Eventually, the giant passes out against the table, but Ravio, still stuck on the floor and still very much in pain from the pounding headache from whatever herbs were used to knock him out, is left unable to do anything save sit and panic.

He can’t fight a giant. He couldn’t even fight Yuga who, for all intents and purposes, was just a man, ordinarily sized and without much proficiency in anything besides magic to aid him in fighting. He'd had to get Mister Hero to handle that one, and he’s still never gone up against anything in an actual fight in years! The closest was fighting off some bigger children in Thieves Town when he was a kid, and even then, he’d ended up running away as soon as he’d managed to get free from their grasp, food blessedly still in hand. He’s not improved in skill, hasn’t even tried, but this time there won’t be any avoiding it.

If the cheering he can hear, rumbling outside like a wave of thunder, is a good enough indicator, he has a rather awful suspicion that this fight won’t exactly be a throwdown in an alleyway or a house. What’s outside sounds like a full-blown arena, and that means his destruction and shame will most likely be on full display to anyone and everyone who’s in there.

Dark hair hits the wall, and he groans.

He wishes Mister Hero was here. Him, or Hilda, or even Miss Zelda. Anyone who knew enough to give him a helping hand, or at least enough advice on how to slip out. Selfishly, he thinks at least his counterpart could handle being captured, because he’d escape easily, probably before even being brought to the person who’d put a bounty on his head in the first place! He has no such skill though, and the best he has is a knife he can’t reach and a desperation to not die anytime soon.

Hopefully, that’l do him some good, but he deson’t exactly have high expectations.

His expectations drop in the morning.

He was right, it is a blasted stadium that he’s been hauled to, and now he’s left standing in the middle of it, armed only with a knife that looks like a child’s toy in comparison to the axe in the hand of the man before him. Ravio’s heart is beating too fast to probably be good for him, and his breath keeps catching in his throat as he watches from the sidelines as Buri and another, apparently stupid person, duke it out before the crowd. It’s apparent that this is a tiered event, and so far, the giant hasn't lost, but he has left his opponents lying as bloody messes all over the arena to be scraped up by others and hauled away to be fixed up.

Arena fighting is a huge part of Lorulian culture, so he can’t say he doesn’t understand how such a thing can exist in a kingdom, but he never did get the appeal. There's so much blood and violence! Dread pools up in his stomach as the match he’s watching comes to another bloody end, the announcer calling out, voice loud and carrying over the whole of the area, telling the crowd that the match is won. The winner is clearly apparent, his smile still crazed in the morning light even without having hit the bottle again, and the merchant’s stomach lurches as its fixed on him.

The announcer continues, unaware, but telling the crowd about a special treat that’s apparently been prepared. Hearing Link’s name so loudly proclaimed isn’t nearly as exciting as it would be to know his friend was battling at Treacherous Tower, where he knows the other is the champion and quite capable of making it out alive. Here though, it’s the same title, apparently uncontested over the years, and this, the announcer tells the crowd, is the first rematch between competitors from five years ago, when the title was last taken. It makes a lot of sense to learn Link had won that title from the giant, hence the man’s lingering resentment and anger. Still, that’s not helping him at all.

The hooded man, who apparently had wanted to stick around for the fight and is claiming a portion of the inevitable winnings of the giant in return for keeping an eye on Ravio, turns to him with a smirk. “You’re up, mate. Best of luck.” It feels like a taunt.

The moment the gag comes off, he’s trying to protest, to tell the man that he grabbed the wrong person, that he’s not even a hylian, that he isn’t the hero! His words go unheard though, ropes quickly cut away before he’s pushed out and into the arena, the door between the waiting space for competitors and the main stage pulling shut loudly behind him.

Oh, he is so going to die!

The giant’s smile is a mad thing as he comes flying along, feet rumbling at the earth as the merchant fumbles at his sleeves, looking for the knife he keeps there, searching, seeking- there! He’s got it out and just in time to start running away, to dart as fast as his feet will carry him.

Yet, his feet that fumble to move, to step at all after sitting tied up all night. He trips.

Thundering steps slow, and he can see the shadow of a figure with an axe raised, although he’s too busy scrabbling to get back on his feet to even dare look back behind him, and then-

A loud clang sounds through the arena, and a hush falls over the screaming crowd.

The noise rings in his ears, painfully loud, and this time he can’t help but cover them, shifting up onto his knees and looking over his shoulder to see what in Lolia’s name has brought about so great a crashing sound.

A familiar blue cap and glittering sword makes him nearly start sobbing in relief right then and there. The giant’s axe has fallen, but not on him, nor on the stone, but caught on the shield of his very own Mister Hero, who’s shaking just slightly from the impact but facing the gladiator head on and unblinking.

“You...” the giant’s eyes widen, still crazed, but at least more focused than the drunken state of the night before.

“Me.” He can’t see, not with the hero’s back turned to him, but he can hear the smirk as the shield is pushed up and the axe is cast off, rising again in another blow only for the call of the announcer to sound.

He’s not entirely sure what happens after that. He only knows that, somehow, the giant catches ahold of him and starts yelling at Mister Hero, who yells back, sword raised and eyes glinting dangerously as they dart from Ravio’s terror filled face to the frothing rage of the giant. The announcer, who may or may not be acting as scorekeeper, darts over, and then the yelling gets to be so much that he can barely make out any of it over the furious pounding of his heart in his ears and throat.

“I paid good money for this slip,” he’s shaken by a huge hand, “you have no claim over him!”

“He’s my housemate, you asshole!” Mister Hero’s eyes are blazing as he hisses up at the face twice as high as his own. “How on earth did you think he was me? Let him go!”

But the man won’t. There's more yelling, threats, drawing of blades and swinging that’s quickly stopped by the announcer, who jumps between the two with more guts than Ravio would suppose the fellow would have, hands raised to either of them. “I promised the audience a fight, so-”

“You got the wrong Link Lon!” Mister Hero hisses. “You promised them a championship fight, but you’re not even bringing in the champion?” His voice carries, no doubt intentionally, and there’s murmuring from in the stands that clearly has the announcer, who Ravio supposes might also be the owner of the establishment, on edge.

“We were informed-”

“Your informant is brain dead if he can’t tell the difference between the Lynna City champion and some random fellow on the road!” And then the yelling starts again, and there’s fussing and there’s pointing of fingers, but Mister Hero’s eyes aren’t on the announcer anymore. They’re on Ravio. “Let him go.”

The hand holding him by his neck, which is far tighter than he’d like, tightens even further. “No.”

“He’s got nothing to do with this.”

“He’s your housemate,” there’s a smile in that voice he definitely doesn't like. “Your friend, yeah?” And the tone drops, a growl that rumbles through the hand around his throat. “You owe me a rematch, pipsqueak.”

“I don’t owe you a thing.” Dark eyes flit between him and the giant warily, and the hand on the Tempered Sword is tightening, adjusting its hold, ready to make a plunge even as the announcer yells something at the two fighters.

Another squeeze cuts off his breath for a moment, but blessedly releases it just a second after. “You want his freedom? You have to win it!”

Realization dawns, quickly overtaken with a sharpness and ferocity he remembers seeing directed at Hilda, at Yuga, at Gannon. Mister Hero is ready for the fight, and he’s pissed. “Fine. Let him go, and you’ll have your rematch.”

“Win,” the giant hisses, leaning down enough that spit flies of his lips as he speaks and spatters over the hero’s cheeks, “and he’s all yours.”

That seems to quiet the announcer too, who catches ahold of Ravio and surprisingly is met with no resistance as he tries dragging him away. The man’s strong, not as strong as the giant, but the merchant is hard pressed to get his hands free as he’s hauled across the stadium to a small platform where he’s quickly jerked to a stop. The voice of the announcer is even more painful up close and personal, and it rings over the crowd, announcing the change in competition, the foul play of a fake hero, but that the champion is in fact here now to defend his title. It’s all well and good, until he holds up Ravio’s hands and announces that the merchant is the “lovely prize” that the winner gets to take home. That’s too far, but unfortunately, Hood is back close at hand, offering to “mind the merchandise” so the announcer can attend to his actual duties.

He’s had maybe ten minutes with his hands unbound, and despite the swings and every attempt to slip away, he finds himself once more tied up again as Mister Hero and the giant take their places across from each other in the ring.

The crowd is well and truly losing their minds.

Ravio himself is as well, worry building up as he watches. Yes, he knows his hero is capable, but this is a bit much. Ganon was one thing, Yuga too, because they used magic for most of their attacks. The presence of the huge axe, which would only take one swing to leave his friend in pieces, feels like so much more of a threat as he’s forced to just sit and watch. Well, not actually forced. Since no one’s doing more than keeping him from leaving, but he really does have to cover his eyes a few times as the giant’s weapon is raised and swung at the hero. Every time he dares to look though, Mister Hero is still standing. Blood paints the features of both fighters, but even Hood, at his side, whistles lowly a few times in a way he takes to mean his friend is doing surprisingly well. He's hard pressed to watch those moves though. That’s his hero in trouble, all because he’d gotten captured and hauled off to some strange country he’s never been to before.

He is, perhaps, when they get back to Hyrule, consulting with Mister Hero’s smithy friend on getting a bigger knife. And lessons, he adds as he watches Link go flying over the giant’s head after performing a very impressive backspring, twisting in midair to swing his sword at the giant’s back.

He’s watched the other train before, and he thinks Mister Hero calls that move a helm-splitter. It would make sense, given that if there was an armored helm to split, the force of that swing would most certainly have left it in pieces. A cry of pain rises from the giant as he spins around, just as the hylian hits the earth, rolling with the impact, quite literally, and all but bouncing back to his feet again the moment his momentum has run out.

Mister Hero makes fighting look like a dance, and unconsciously, Ravio can pick up a subtle rhythm to his motions, a beat that’s followed like it’s a rule. It’s new, since he rarely sees any actual combat, and what he did was that one battle with their foes, not anything where the stakes were lesser than the fates of two kingdoms and all that lay within them. Here, all that’s on the line is his own safety, which he has no doubt the hero will preserve even if he did somehow lose, and the pride of his friend, which, considering all the other has already done in the name of saving others, probably isn’t nearly as much of a concern in the other’s head. Still, that desperation he’d seen turned on Ganon isn't here, if anything, Mister Hero is cold, closed off, face fixed in a stern look that’s only made lazing by the explosions of stars in his violet eyes. He’s fluid, twisting easily out of the way an not letting anything throw him off alance, off the steps of the unknown dance he’s crafted to use against his foe.

And he makes the giant look like an incompetent idiot the whole while.

Mister Hero’s laughter, not the wildly happy thing he’s seen once or twice, or the relieved desperation after everything was over and they were all safe, but a cold, cruel sort of sound that rings over the crowd, will sound after he avoids a blow. There’s damage done, yes; there’s blood flowing from injuries on both, but no full blow has landed on the hero, and he circles his prey as though he is the bigger, taunting and hissing, striking hard and fast and sure, feet gliding in the churned up dirt of the stadium, calling out to his opponent.

It’s his way to know that Mister Hero is well and truly pissed.

Buri is too, running, throwing his weight around, striking out in anger and missing, blinded by his rage as the hero glides out of reach and then flies forwards, blows landing hard and fast.

Thye axe will lift and fall, and here and again, they do land close enough to tear skin and clothes, ort the edge will catch on the hero’s body just a second before he’s out of reach, leaving a stripe of crimson painted over sweat soaked skin. Still though, his hero doesn’t falter. One moment that great weapon is raised, Ravio shielding his eyes, and then there’s another hiss from his friend and he’s looking against to see blood flowing and feet moving, eyes flashing so bright they’re visible even from where he’s being kept like a trophy for the winner to claim.

The dirt of the stadium is churned up all about, flecked with blood that’s quickly absorbed by already red stained dust. Feet shuffle, blades clang, and the shield of the hero raises, reflecting light into the eyes of onlookers.

It’s one such flash of light that has him blinking, blinded, and opening his eyes a moment later to find that the hooded figure who’d hauled him here and now slumping across the ground before him. Another man, also hooded, but with red hair drifting over his eyes, flashes a smile at him. “Need an out there, mate?”

It’s the same accent, but a deeper voice, and a kinder one, although it’s low with a whisper. A knife appears in one hand of the stranger, but it’s only turned to the rope on his hands.

The announcer is too lost in his own shouting and excitement to even notice as the red-head catches Ravio by the hand- not the wrist or the neck, but the hand- and tugs him towards the door that separates the announcer’s space from the crowd. Quite frankly, he has no clue who this person is, but he's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth, and so far, they’re not threatening him or anything, just holding tight as they weave through the crowd, pulling him along through the screaming onlookers and towards what looks like it might actually be an exit.

“Where-”

“Patience.”

It’s not the thing he wants to hear from a stranger hauling him away, but again, the man isn’t being rough with him. He’s had he continues too, because once the scream of the crowd fades and they’ve darted down a stair to a space below the seats, he sees some actually familiar faces waiting for him.

“Mister Captain Hero Sir!”

“Ravio!” The blonde spins about at the sound of his voice, relief washing over lovely features as he darts over, scarf billowing beautifully with the motion. A sturdy hand catches his shoulder, blue eyes flitting up and over him in a familiar once over that leaves both of them a little more at ease.

“You’re okay!” Tune- Wind (he’s got to get that straight) throws his arms around him, and eagerly, Ravio hugs him back. He doesn’t get to hug long though, as the young sailor bounces back with furrowed brows, staring up the short distance between them with a faint frown. “How did you get away? The fight isn’t over yet!”

The clearing of a throat has all the heroes glancing behind the merchant, eyes falling on his strange savior. “That would be me.”

“And you are?” Mister Captain Hero asks, guarded and already looking ready to grab for his sword on the off chance that a fee be demanded for the merchant’s release. There’s no such request though.

“A friend of your hero’s,” the red-head answers. “He can vouch for me once he’s finished kicking that idiot’s ass. I must say, his distraction worked nicely.”

The question of ‘what distraction’ lingers in his head, but he doesn’t get a chance to ask it because, even if the sound of the crowds is dimmed from below, the mighty roar that sounds from above stops anyone from hearing anything else.

The stranger smirks. “And that’s the idiot downed, I daresay.”

As it turns out, he’s right. It’s only a moment or so more and Mister Hero is suddenly coming up to them, clutching one arm and bloodied to a concerning degree, but that’s all cast aside as the hero all but flies over and throws his arms around the merchant, grip almost painful for how tight it is. “Thank God you’re okay, you idiot.”

“Oh, so you’re close friends,” the posh sounding voice of teh stranger chuckles. “I ought to have guessed.”

He can feel the stiffening of the hero’s whole frame, but long ears prick forwards with an eagerness that’s not spoken at the sight of the redhead. “Ralph.”

“Link.”

“Thanks for grabbing him for me.”

“My pleasure.” the man smirks. “You did put on such a lovely show, i don’t think anyone even noticed he was gone, they were so fixated on you.”

A grin, sharp and bloodied from the busted nose his friend has acquired, is flashed, and that’s what ends the conversation as Mister Captain Hero steps in and demands they start treating Mister Hero’s injuries. The stranger, whom his doppelganger continues to address as ‘Ralph’, also demands that once first aid has been finished- which he takes no qualms in swiping off his gloves to aid with- they come ack with him to a “safer place to catch your breathes”. It’s a welcome thought, especially as Mister Hero agrees without question; a sure sign that it’s alright, for his friend would never agree if it was in any ways a risk.

There’s questions, as they work to tend the rather copious amounts of cuts. What happened, why was Ravio captured, how does Mister Hero the giant, know the red-head, and of course what is going on in general. They’re all shut down though by the man called Ralph, who says there’s a time and a place for stories, but not while stopping someone from bleeding out. in Ravio’s experienced opinion, that’s a bit of an exaggeration, but it does a decent job of granted a bit of silence to those doing wound care.

Once the worst is tended, they’re heading out, moving quickly to avoid the crowds and the announcer who will no doubt have something to say to the veteran hero.

Mister Hero keeps a hold of his hand the whole time they slip from the stadium, and even once they’re on the street, following the hero’s red-headed friend, he doesn’t let go.

“No arguments,” the voice of his housemate is strained as it hisses between them, under still straining breathes but not exactly secretive, “when we get time, I’m teaching you to fight.”

“Please.” he’d argued about it before, but quite frankly? He regrets that. “If something like this happens again, I don’t want to be useless.”

One shoulder, the one that wasn’t nicked y the axe, checks against his own, dark eyes sparking as they tur on him. “This, will never happen again, okay? Never.”

“But something similar-”

“Ravio, I’m not letting anyone do that.” Violet hold green like the skies cradling the earth, only to break away a moment later with a huff. “But for pities sakes, there’s no way I’m going to be able to sleep knowing you’re as likely to hurt yourself with your weapon as you are someone else.”

Rude! “You should have seen me in the war! My hammer wrecked quite the decent amount of destruction!”

“Sure it did.”

“I’m serious, Mister Hero!”

But even for their words, the tone of his otherworldly twin is light, warm, and- for the hero at least- fond.

He’s okay. They’re okay. Everything is going to be fine, and the only ones who aren’t are likely the giant and the announcer, who will have hell to pay from the crowd if Ravio was reading the situation right. Good riddance to bad rubbish though, and Mister Hero agrees with a tired laugh when he says as much.

#asks and answers #linked universe #linkeduniverse #febuwhump2024 #febuwhump #ketto writes #lu legend #lu ravio #manga reference

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twilightpoison · 3 years

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It’s been brought up to me that a lot of my content is Isekai based. However I didn’t want this to be a Ieskai HC post. Instead let me tell you all about a stupid thing I came up with as a kid that I’ve been meaning to make into a fic for so long.:

What if the characters you play actually can feel your presence and/or can hear your commentary when playing?

Fair warning I never play Hyrule Warriors and Twilight Princess so let me know if I got things wrong.

Head canons under cut!

General head canons (These are all platonic headcanons btw.):

- Let’s say that the simple reason that you are here was to help the chain. Think of it like you’re the groups companion on this journey. Who better then someone that knows about each hyrule?

- The people who dealt with a lot of magic recognize you at first. The others need a bit of a push to connect the dots but everyone gets there.

- The connection wasn’t as strong at times during their original adventures, so its not like they could always hear you or sense you.

Time:

- You saw him and it was clear he has another sibling now.

- Time knew you where telling the true, that you followed both of his adventures however he wasn’t going to be fully open to you.

- Guess who isn’t scared of Time? You.

- Literally at one point you’ve pointed at Time and with a straight face says “thats a child”.

- This is also how the chain found out that Time actually fought the moon technically.

- “You fought Majora on the moon while it was falling. That’s not the same thing.”

- You meet Malon and it was an awkward first meeting since how do you explain this in the first place.

- Yet the two of you got along amazingly.

- When you and time are alone you instantly ask Time if he knew how she got the cow in his house. He kinda just… stares at you? Like you just met his wife and thats what your asking about?!

- The answer was that he wasn’t sure how she did that but the cow isn’t in his old house anymore. Since different timelines and all.

- It’s honestly weird for him to have someone remember both of his adventures in confidence.

- All be a little awkward hearing someone go, “oh yeah! Time had to do something similar.”

- Early on Time did go over boundaries since he really doesn’t like to talk about his adventures to much.

- So instead you both agree to be as cryptic as possible or at least there is an attempt on your part. Since your the only other person that can confirm or deny his claims.

- And no. You also don’t know his true age. But your guess is the closest.

Twilight:

- Since he is one of the Link’s that is drenched in magic, he recognizes your aura instantly.

- Chaotic sibling energy.

- If he is giving Wild or any of the other Link’s a hard time you are by his side calling Twilight out. Unless if the person in question did something truly idiotic then you let him go off.

- Speaking of, you call this man out as much as you possibly can. Like hell if you’re going to let the others think he isn’t a gremlin.

- He did try to stop you by covering your mouth but you licked his hand. So…. guess what he isn’t trying again unless it’s necessary.

- Somethings are kept a secret though. Since he did live through it and even if it was stupid he still could of gotten really hurt.

- You both play good cop, bad cop to the younger Links all the time.

- Twi is surprisingly very open with you about his adventure, to finally talk to someone about it with out having it sound crazy is nice.

- He also has some questions about you and your life. Since before this adventure started you just disappeared.

- The two of you honestly get along like two best friends who haven’t seen each other in years but still can banter like its the good old days.

- Knowing only small amounts about what they all been through it’s nice to know that you’re looking after the others as well.

- That feeling makes him really push himself to protect the family he has here and luckily you are here can smack him upside the head before lecturing him.

Warriors:

- heeeeey… you know what happen the last time he met someone that was suppose to be watching over the hero’s spirit?

- Yeah, so….War’s isn’t so keen on trusting you like some of these Heroes.

- You seem nice and not obsessively crazy. If anything what makes him decide to give you a chance. It’s seeing you get along with the other Heroes post battle or around the campfire when you think no one is watching.

- The moment that he recognizes you. You were cursing out some monsters and calling Dink every name under the sun. Which he actually remembers hearing your panicked voice briefly when fighting Cia.

- Anyway, you guys are a sass duo and even a trio when you get Leg involved.

- You steal his scarf sometimes with Time and Wind’s help

- He finds you and Wind wrapped inside of it leaning on time and his heart just- clenches, he has more siblings now!

- Then Warriors realizes he has another sibling… another sibling that will prank him…

- You two can be found discussing tactical strategies. Mostly him teaching you though since depending on the person not many people will know how to lead an army. Yet he is a good teacher and you catch on pretty quickly.

- Same with Twi, Warrior’s needs someone to pull him back sometimes it seems. Who better then to remind him then the person that already saw his lowest moment when his ego got the better of him?

- Seriously speaking. He wouldn’t come to you to talk. If anything he will try to avoid you if he wasn’t his best. In his head he has a reputation to uphold. Which will lead to a heart to heart. No sass. No banter. Just you and him sitting down to remind him that he is human.

- He needs a hug. Please give him a hug.

Sky:

- Sky actually didn’t recognize you at first!

- Yes he felt your presence and hear your voice in his adventure, but that was a while ago at this point. Also he isn’t as connected to magic as the others are.

- He does slowly befriend you despite everything.

- It wasn’t until you referred to a certain demon lord as a ‘B*tch A** Clown’ and a flood gate of memories open up for him. Memories of you cursing out Ghirahim, calling the imprisoned an ‘avocado with feet’ and so on.

- Nothing really changes between you two honestly, he just accepts it.

- If anything he becomes more open to you about everything, setting clear boundaries on what he doesn’t want to bring up. He will tell everyone about the curse eventually, but just hasn’t found a good opportunity too. Things like that.

- You do have to argue with Sky that the curse wasn’t his fault since you were also there when it was put on him, also the fact that he didn’t asked to be cursed in the first place.

- Most of the time you two are together its to get away from the chaos that the group of nine heroes could bring.

- Walking or sitting in silence is how you two end up most of the time together. It may not look like you two are bonding. There are some days while Sky is wood carving you would work on your small hobby as well. Then there are days he plays the harp and your reading.

- Despite it all he really enjoys the peace you bring. There is a sense of comfort that you have.

- When you and Sun finally meet. The first thing you ask him is to be invited to the wedding and it may or may not been in front of her too…

Wild:

- The recognition was really slow for him like Sky. Since Wild just got off of his first adventure he didn’t actually notice you were gone.

- It was until he realized that he couldn’t hear your panicked voice or snarky remarks when fighting in his head. That he finally realized you where outside of his head. He was quick to connects the dots after that.

- There was a moment where he didn’t know how to react since he just figured that you were just from his imagination.

- He now has another adventuring buddy with Hyurle! Though luckily you do keep the both of them from harm. Mostly because if something happens to them you will get in trouble with like Twi and Leg and thats never fun.

- Though you have your moments. Shield surfing and paragliding are on top of that list and Wild is all up for teaching you the ropes.

- The topic of the history of hyrule gets brought up a lot with the two of you. Since his era has a lot of connections to the past era’s. He is all up for learning about what came from where. Soon theories start to fly about.

- When You, Him and Flora are finally all together. There is nothing stopping you all from bouncing off theories. With your outside knowledge mixing with what they know. Things start to fall into place.

- The answer to why the timeline is like this doesn’t get answer. But hey! At least you all are having fun!

- If you can’t cook he will teach you that too! If you can! Well buckle up your going to share your knowledge with him whether you want to or not.

- Once you know how or get used to cooking while camping, you help him out a lot and its these moments where you both talk the most.

- It’s comforting to him to know he wasn’t alone this whole time.

Legend:

- As soon as you two locked eyes he felt instant dread. Yes he knew. No he isn’t going to opening up to you.

- Playful Insults to bond? Yeah that’s literally how he talks to everyone so no special treatment.

- He keeps you at a distance but its not actually working.

- You talk about his adventures so casually like it happened a few days ago. You avoid Link’s Awakening though. If you got hurt with the plot twist then you could only imagine the pain Leg went through.

- “I’m still trying to process the fact you married a tree.” “Hey remember that one time with Yuga, you slammed face first into a wall so hard you knocked yourself out?” “God do you not wear pants because of the fish thing?”

- This relationship is literally: Only I can bully this one.

- He fears the moment you meet Ravio and Fable knowing full well you all will bond over teasing him.

- Overall though he knows you got his back no matter what, to the point he finds himself confining in you slowly.

- Guess who is also teaming up with Hyrule to get Legend to sleep. It you.

- Once you probably have forced him to sleep by getting wolfie to lay on him. It was the wolf or yourself. In the end it was both of you and he was trapped.

- A sign that he was becoming soft towards you was when he started sharing his items with you. He trusts that you know how to use them and if you don’t he is actually willing to show you.

- He regrets giving the bee badge to you.

Hyrule:

- Another person that is drenched in magic. It only took one look at you for him to realize who you were.

- The two of you were awkward as anything at first. Since to you he never really spoken in his adventure so you didn’t know how to picture his personality.

- There’s a lot of mystery in your mind about him since again there isn’t much to go off of with what your given in game. It’s weird for him to hear about how you interpret his personality from that perspective.

- Hyrule didn’t honestly expect you to try and befriend him tbh. It mostly him over thinking it.

- You do follow him sometimes when he wants to wander around and explore. Mostly because you claim he finds the coolest things when he does.

- But its just a excuse to actually get to know him.

- The two of you trade stories and questions about each of your lives. There might be things you know that he might not know of about his adventure and his hyrule.

- Of course never going into to much details since there are things you couldn’t tell him.

- Hyrule honestly was dreading the day you all would land in his Era. He loves his home but is also very aware of it not being the most…welcoming place.

- So it’s more then surprising to him that there is even more then the glint of familiarity and excitement on your face. Knowing full well what dangers where a head of you, you still were open to exploring his world to the fullest.

- It’s honestly refreshing to see someone love his era as much as he does.

- Another boy that needs hugs, please give him a hug.

- You both cheer each other on though.

- This relationship is just aggressive support between you two and the others.

Four: (I’m actively mixing the Four Sword game and manga just to be clear.)

- Not sure if he would know exactly who you where since during the second adventure your voice and presence bounce between the four of them.

- Yet I also feel like he took after you because he was a child in his first adventure, which worries you a lot. Since you did have choice words for Vaati.

- The first to realize was Vio then it went Blue, Red and Green. Despite being in the same head it was just a theory they had over all. They all had their own ways of confirming it.

- Vio noticed the small things you do around Four. Like not stepping on their shadow, and covering Four when things got chaotic in their head. Small references here and there. When the two of you are alone he almost quizzes you about things. Just to see how much you know and to see if your telling the true or not.

- Blue recognize your mannerisms being something he picked up on during the first and second adventure. Only vaguely since again he was a child / there was only a small part only with him. Your fighting banter when your in battle made you see where Blue got his colorful language from…

- Your comfort was what clued Red in. He remembers your presence more clearly then the others from the first and second adventure. It was a comforting (yet chaotic) presence in their adventures that he latched on to. More so from his first adventure since as a kid he made an imaginary friend to process the fact he could sense and hear your presence. When you came back in the second time around it felt so natural for Red to have you there and really helped make him go forward through his small journey.

- For Green? It was a lot of things but when he see’s you treating each color differently when they are in charged. It’s a refreshing sight to be honest. He just enjoys hearing and seeing that his brothers had someone to confide in. Even when they switch who is in control you some how could tell and spoke to them accordingly.

- They were all some what surprise that none of the others picked up on your treatment of him swapping so much. Yet their also glad because their not ready to reveal themselves quiet yet.

- As Four or as you nicknamed him ‘Rainbow’ the two of you tend to sick together when the world’s shift around. Since his body needs more time to recover.

- You two are another pair that cheers each other on when the moral is low.

- He introduces you to the Minish! Getting you a jabber nut so you can speak to them too. You can’t shrink down to properly talk to them so this was the next best thing.

- The four of them makes you a dagger to bring home to remember him by, there’s a kin stone imbedded where the blade meets the hilt.

Wind: (hello self projection my dear friend)

- Wind didn’t recognize you ether at first, yet he didn’t even blink when you join everyone. He was fully on board with getting a new member and is easiest the most opened.

- It was when you two are alone together that something clicked in his head. You see during the Wind Waker he was alone most of the time when he was on land. So he had to face a lot by himself.

- Having you was reassuring to him when facing some of the monsters alone, especially with the puppet ganon fight. The two of you both agree that it was creepy.

- CHAOTIC SIBLINGS PART 2… well kinda

- Wind is a lot more mature then you realized but you two still have those moments.

- You, Aryll and Grandma get along too! So he and his family basically sees you and the chain as family.

- Pranking buddies! You’re targets would never know. Mostly because your covering up for him. You two team up with Four and Wild so the pranks can get chaotic at times.

- No matter what age you are compare to him and if your ok with it he does like platonic physical affection. Your going to be trading off with Warriors a lot of the time for cuddles or it’s the three of you together.

- You teaching him our worlds sea shanties and him teaching you his? Heck yeah! Even making up songs with the others is something on the table and in the works which is nice.

- It’s another thing to bring back home thats personalized!

Honestly since I’ve written all of this down I want to write the fic more. Though I’ll probably not only because idk if people would even read it lol. So it will just be a bunch of head canons. Anyway rambling is done.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu headcanon #Isekai au

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seekingseven · 3 years

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All I would like to request is Legend and Sky hanging out, maybe being friends. Also, love you lots Seeking! Hope you're taking care of yourself and having a good day. It's what you deserve ^u^

Linked Universe Prompt Requests #3!

First of all, I appreciate you so much, Silver! And second, here you go!

(You can also read the fic here on Ao3)

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Legend leaned against his kitchen counter, chin in his palm and nose scrunched against the breeze leaking through the window.

"Foul ball, that was a foul ball!"

"Wha- no it wasn't! You can't call a foul ball whenever we score!"

Warriors and Twilight glowered at each other. On the far side of the backyard, Wind dribbled a spotted ball between his ankles and made small talk with Wild, who was trying to wipe away the sweat pooling under his arms with the end of his ponytail. Legend scrunched his nose in disgust. Apparently the champion's bright idea to host a ball game in the hottest hour of the afternoon had come back to bite him.

His focus drifted over to the other side of his backyard, where Hyrule stood forlornly between two wooden posts. His team's poor excuse for a goal, most likely.

"You tried to trip me!"

"I did not! Stop whining, would you? If you wanted to win you should have learned the rules of the game beforehand."

"Cut me some slack, Twi. It's my first time playing!"

"Not an excuse. If you wanted to learn you could have just stayed inside with Sky and Legend or gone to the market with Four!"

Warriors took a few quick steps forward. Twilight stood his ground and puffed up his chest.

"That's enough, you two." Time said, voice snapping from his spot on a nearby bench. Legend grunted. What kind of referee watched from a bench? This was why there was an argument happening in the first place.

Behind him, the kettle began to whistle. Legend pushed himself off his elbows and turned to shut off the stove top, only partially ignoring the sounds of athletic revelry from the backyard. Porcelain clinked as Legend pulled a cup off the drying rack, then, glancing across the room, pulled off another.

If Sky was bothered by any of the commotion outside or the domestic ambience inside, he didn't show it. Instead, he sat at a table by the porch window, filing idly through the mounds of miscellaneous letters and trinkets piled around him. An overhead cuckoo clock wheedled out a dinky tune as Sky scrutinized an oddly-shaped mask.

"Coffee?" Legend asked.

Sky looked up from the table, then smiled.

"Yes, please!"

"Wrong, it's tea. What kind do you want?"

Sky's eyebrows furrowed for a moment before he caught on.

"Oh, haha! You got me. Uh, I don't really know. Surprise me."

Legend nodded to himself as he poured the kettle into the two cups. "You like sweet stuff?"

"Yeah, big fan. Can't drink anything too hot, though. Hurts my face. You got any iced tea or something?"

Steam plumed from the cups. Legend let out a small snort.

"Would have been nice to know that earlier."

Sky scratched the back of his neck and had the decency to offer up an apologetic smile. With a roll of his eyes, Legend set the kettle down and hoisted himself onto the kitchen counter.

He knew he stored the ice cubes in one of the overhead cabinets, but which one? Cabinets opened and closed as Legend balanced precariously on the countertop. Where was it? Had he really been gone so long that he didn't know where his own things were?

"Hey Legend, what's this?"

Paper rustled. The legs of Sky's chair squeaked as he leaned back, and in the corner of his eye Legend saw his companion hold something up to his face.

"Little busy here," Legend mumbled, closing yet another cabinet full of pots and pans. Maybe he should give some to Ravio; the guy needed some things for his new place, anyway. "Can you describe it to me?"

A snicker, then a stifled sound of agreement. Legend would have turned around to glare at Sky if he wasn't busy gloating over his find; the ice, at last! The countertop groaned as Legend plopped the bag of ice atop it and hopped onto the floor.

"It's a letter," Sky began, his voice uncharacteristically suave. Legend's eyes narrowed. "It's in this little pink envelope, and there's a little heart sticker on it. Says on the back....'from Elise.' Oh ho ho! Who's Elise? And there's another one here! This one's white, and it has a flower sticker on the lip. Very, very cute. Is this from Elise, too? Let me see...oh goddesses! 'From Carmen!' Carmen! Now tell me, does Elise know about this Carmen?"

Sky looked up at him with an impossibly smug grin. Legend pressed the corners of his lips down as he pulled out the rest of the ingredients for the tea.

"They're just girls," Legend began. "Just-"

"Just girls? What kind of philosophy is that? And to think you criticize Warriors for his womanizing tendencies..."

"You didn't let me finish! They're just girls who work at the bakery in Castle Town. I don't know how they got my address, but one day they all started sending me letters like that."

Sky's eyebrows piqued upwards. It might have looked innocent if not for the devious smile on his face.

"Oh, I see. So why did you keep them? Elise and Carmen must have been very sorry to have not received any response," Sky said, rifling through the stack of pink and red and crème colored letters and flipping them over to read the names on the back. Legend pretended he didn't see Sky's grin widen. "And I'm guessing the same is true for poor Lisa...and Donatella...and Trish..."

It was a good thing that Legend was preoccupied with measuring out sugar and honey, because if he had been any closer to the ice cubes, they might have melted from the heat radiating off Legend's face.

"I'm serious, Sky! I don't know any of them. I don't know why they kept sending the letters -- I never even gave them my address! I mean, I'm sure they're all really nice girls, but I'm just not, you know, in the position to be in a relationship right now...with the traveling and heroics and all that..."

Silverware clattered as Legend pulled open a drawer and retrieved a fruit knife. The sound of shouting and running echoed from outside. Light streamed through the kitchen window, and the breeze pushed along dust bunnies on the floor. Sky studied Legend, watching with unusual intensity as the latter skinned and diced a peach, then folded his hands behind his head.

"Fine, fine. But one more question, then."

Legend made a vague sound that could have been read as either grateful or irritated; most likely, it was a combination of both. Sky pushed forward anyway.

"Why'd you keep them?"

"What?"

"The cards. Why did you keep them? Did you just not have a chance to throw them away or something?"

"Throw them away? Of course not! Did you see the paper they're made of? That sort of high quality cardstock doesn't come from just anywhere! If I can find a way to bleach the paper without damaging it, I can use it for all sorts of things!"

Sky snorted, smiled, and tossed a handful of pink cards back onto the table. Hoarder, indeed.

"I think that Ravio friend of yours is starting to rub off on you."

"He is not," Legend insisted, placing a spoon and straw in both cups before walking over to the table. Only after Sky brushed away the cards in front of him did Legend hand him his tea. "He would have tried to sell them off as antiques or something. Guy wouldn't know what a real antique was even if it was staring him in the face."

Sky hummed. The sound bubbled into his tea and set little capsules of air drifting across the frothy surface. "Hey, did you put peaches in this?"

"Yeah, you like it?"

Outside, Warriors cried foul and Hyrule said something about headshots. Sky sipped his drink again, then grinned. "Mmmm, delicious. Yeah, I love it! Give me the recipe sometime, huh?"

"Heh, will do. Glad you like it."

"And speaking of Ravio, where is he? Didn't you say he used to squat here?"

Legend nodded, hands cupped around his drink and goosebumps flaring from its soothing coolness. "He did, but he just moved out. Got his own shop by the castle, with a big nice sign out in front. Professionally made. It looks pretty good, honestly. I haven't seen him in a while, but I might drop by sometime to say hi."

"Ah, I see," Sky said, absently threading one of the love letters through his fingers. Legend shot him a dirty glare, but he paid it no mind. "Hey, you said that these girls somehow figured your address, right? Do you think Ravio might have given it out? Maybe while you were gone or something?"

"Ravio? That's ridiculous. He's not the sort of guy to do that. For the longest time he's been telling me to...to..."

Legend's eyes widened. The goosebumps along his arms grew more pronounced, and this time it wasn't from his chilly drink.

"He what?" Sky prompted.

"He's been telling me to get a girlfriend for the longest time and...he...he set me up. He set me up! He gave out my address to those girls. I know it! He...this is his fault!"

Sky burst into laughter. Tea sprayed across the table, splattering across rose-colored envelopes and sparkling cardstock. Legend punched him in the shoulder, hard, but Sky didn't stop.

"Ravio! Ravio as your wingman, I would have never thought! Doing the goddesses' work, he is!"

"Oh, shut up, would you? I'm not going to make you tea again!"

Their punching and tousling cooled when the front door swung open. A moment later, Four stepped inside, arms laden with groceries and a peculiar grin on his face.

"You're back!" Sky said. Legend mumbled something about Sky stating the obvious before placing his cup to his cheek, trying to smother his burning blush.

"Sorry to interrupt whatever was going on here," Four said. That odd smile was still on his face. "I’m just about to put all these groceries away, but there's something I need to give to Legend first."

"Me?" Legend asked. Four's grin widened; it looked unnervingly similar to the one Sky had worn just minutes ago.

"Yes, special delivery. From a certain 'Amelia'. It's the red box, yeah, that one."

Legend picked up the box gently, sandwiching it between his forearm and bicep, and shuddered. Sky and Four traded a sidelong look before the latter darted off into the kitchen.

"Well? What do you think it is?" Sky asked.

"I don't want to know," Legend whispered. He took a seat by the table before tossing the box by his cup. Something rustled inside.

"Open it..."

"Open it!" Four chimed from the kitchen. His voice was unusually high.

With a world weary sigh, Legend edged his fingers under the box cover and slowly lifted it upwards.

"Well? What is it?"

"Wait, would you? I can't tell..."

Legend leaned forward, squinting.

His eyes widened.

With an undignified BANG, he slammed the box shut and launched it across the room. His face was stained a dangerous color of scarlet.

"...well?" Sky repeated, "what was it?"

Legend let out a short breath, then leaned over to cradle his head in his hands.

"...remind me to kill Ravio the next time I see him," he growled.

Sky and Four burst into laughter, and even Legend couldn't fully stifle a smile.

~~ Fine ~~ I hope you enjoyed! Thank you so much for reading! [Previous Request] - [Next Request]

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minart-was-taken · 4 years

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

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

Enjoy!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“An opening for what?”

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

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

“He started it.” Coat boy complained.

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

“But why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mr. Small looked unimpressed, but nodded.

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

Kids, oh so dumb. Ravio smiled to himself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I am he.” Mr. Sailor said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The smallest one nodded, but Ravio shook his head.

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

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

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

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

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

“How?”

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

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

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

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

“Or some form of it.” Ravio specified.

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

The smallest one pouted, but began leading the way.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then he just started talking about how he liked apples.

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

Oh, goddesses above, help him.

#The Legend of Zelda #Loz #Ravio #Legend #Minish #Wind #Minish Cap #Zelda #Linkverse

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shadowycorners · 3 years

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What We Left Behind-Chapter 1

“Mr. Hero?”

Legend spun to face Ravio, scowling. “What do you want?”

Ravio shifted under his cold gaze, uncomfortable. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Legend snapped, turning his back on the merchant.

“Are you sure?” Ravio asked hesitantly.

“I’m fine!” Legend growled. He didn’t want to talk to anyone.

Ravio didn’t press the subject, though some part of Legend wished he would. He’d never told Ravio why he’d been closed off for a while after the journey. The last journey, he kept telling himself. His Lourulian other had been pressing him ever since, and Zelda kept pleading for him to tell what was bothering him, but he hadn’t budged.

He went to the door and threw it open, grabbing his sword just in case and slamming the door behind him. The evening air was soothing on his skin, but it seeped into his heart, settling like an ice block and making it throb dully.

It had been a year. A year since he’d died. A year since he’d left the group of heroes and returned home.

He wasn’t sure where he belonged now. Ravio and Zelda were among the very few he conversed with, but he was hesitant to get close to anyone and Ravio had begun to get supplies under the guise of a traveler named Bunni. It was odd to see Ravio dressed in something other than the purple robes, but Legend hadn’t laughed since his journey. Or teased. He’d instead snapped and snarled and grumped at everyone.

He sat on a hill and watched the sun sink lower and lower, towards the horizon. Well, more like stared at the sun as it sank. He wasn’t paying attention at all to the vivid golds and reds.

It was only when someone sat beside him that he snapped out of his gloomy daze. He turned to see Zelda sitting beside him, a concerned look in her blue eyes.

“What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at the castle?” The question lacked his usual fury, instead asked blankly and dully.

“It’s been a year since the journey ended,” Zelda whispered. “I’d thought you’d be acting a bit different this week, even more so than when it originally ended. I might not know exactly what’s wrong, but I wanted to at least be there for you if you needed it.”

“I don’t need help,” His voice broke. Why did it have to betray him like that?

Zelda shrugged. “Ok.”

They sat in silence. Legend fiddled with the grass for a moment, then realized what he was doing and froze. It was such a him thing to do it was funny.

The quiet pressed on, and Legend reached into his bag, pulling out the charm he’d bought near the end of the quest. A small, wooden fairy on a string. Legend had wanted to pay for it, but he’d just smiled and refused, saying “It’s not a gift if the receiver pays for it.” The idiot. So Legend had bought one with of mermaid tail and slipped it into his bag.

“I miss him,” He found himself saying. “But I suppose you don’t know how he... how he died.”

Zelda turned to him, sympathy clear in her gaze. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“No, I will,” Legend’s fingers ran along the smooth wings, and he stared down at it. It was nothing really, just a wooden ball with wings sprouting from it, a sturdy string looped out of the top. He slipped it over his head, holding it tight. And he began to tell the story.

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Legend ducked past Dark Link, his wrist throbbing dully in the background and the cut across his cheek stinging. Hyrule was limping as he hobbled around opposite Legend, trying to get a hit in. Legend dived for his sword, but Dark Link sent a ball of electricity at him, and he was sent smacking into a pillar.

He lay there, dazed and wishing they had backup. They had already been exhausted when they’d come across Dark Link due to that room full of monsters. Why were they dealing with him alone?

“Legend!” Hyrule cried. Legend pushed himself up, wincing as his ribs protested. He had to keep going. Neither of them would last if he stayed there and let one of them be the main target.

He went for his sword again, but Dark Link was standing over it, and he stopped just out of sword range. Hyrule was creeping up behind the Dark, but his limp wasn’t exactly the best for stealth, and Dark Link whirled to face the Sprite. Legend took this as a chance.

He launched himself at the Dark, snatching his sword and plunging it into the back of the Dark. But he was too late to stop the sword from flying.

He let go of his sword and ran for Hyrule, who swayed on his feet, staring at the sword buried in his gut. The entire blade dissolved, vanishing and letting Hyrule’s blood rapidly stain his green tunic

“Hyrule!” Legend caught him as he fell. “Hang on, okay? I gotta get a healing potion...”

Hyrule blinked at him. “Legend... we don’t have any. I gave you the last one... for your broken wrist.”

“No! We have to have one!” Legend rummaged through his bag feverishly. “If not, stay alive until the others get here. Please?”

Hyrule stared at him. Legend saw the slight glaze in the large green bulbs, and that worried him. He gave up on finding a potion and pulled out bandages and gauze, wrapping them around Hyrule’s middle. Blood pooled on the floor, soaking into Legend’s boots and staining his legs and the hem of his tunic red.

“Legend,” Hyrule murmured. “You said once that you’d die for me?”

Legend nodded, not sure he liked where this was going. “Of course.”

“Then... will you live for me?” Hyrule gave him a small smile. “I’m sorry... I don’t think I’m surviving this this time...”

The traveler coughed, and blood dripped out of his mouth, dripping down his chin. Legend pulled him close, tears threatening to form in his eyes. “Hyrule...”

Hyrule leaned into him, trembling. “Can you tell Aurora and Dawn... I’m sorry...? And the others...? I wish I didn’t have to... leave you guys...”

“Can’t you stay?” Legend whimpered. Gosh, he was losing it. A tear dripped down his face and landed on Hyrule’s cheek.

“No...” Hyrule breathed. “But we’ll see... each other... again... in another life...”

He struggled to breath for a moment and went limp, his eyes staring blankly at the night sky above, and Legend’s eyes blurred. He hugged the fallen hero, his tears falling into the matted curls and not caring that both of them were covered in Hyrule’s blood and his own tear, only that his best friend was dead, and he would never see the traveler’s bright smile in this world ever again.

And that’s how the others found him, kneeling with Hyrule’s dead body in his lap and sobbing his heart out, covered in blood. The flimsy stitches holding the pieces of the Hero of Legend’s heart together had snapped, letting the shards fall apart for the second time.

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I’m sorry for killing Hyrule... I nearly cried myself while writing this...

Edit: I’m rereading this and decided I really don’t know how to write someone dying properly(Ah, that sounds weird). In other words, I’m bad at writing dying people. Well, I tried...

Edit No. 2: This story combined with my current profile picture makes me seem like a maniac...

Like: ‘Hey, I murdered Hyrule and what are you going to do if I say I enjoyed it?’

I didn’t enjoy it; I felt very sorry for Legend, my heart nearly snapped in half.

#TheLegend Of Zelda #LU #Linked Universe #Linked Universe Legend #Legend #Hyrule #Zelda #Ravio #LU Hyrule #LU Legend #Linked Universe Hyrule #I killed Hyrule!!! Ahhhhhhh I'm sorry

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toshiirou · 3 years

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From Within - Linkverse Writing

This is is fic for a ‘link’s meet’ AU by @minas-linkverse go check it out! Specifically this is an among us AU that I have to thank Lyra from the linkverse discord for the idea. Given the nature of the AU this should be expected, there is major character death warning attached to this. Now to commence with the story.

They’d all been picked up, one after another, by the abandoned space station. It was some sort of relic of a time long passed – a backup of a backup, some sort of hideaway in the event of a disaster. Whoever built it were probably long gone, but the station remained, slowly rotting, but still alive – picking up passengers that needed it.

It was far from optimal condition, there was no doubt about that. Whether or not it was because of its age, or that it had never been completed, there were some essentials that were missing from the station. One of which was a robust enough life support that would allow its passengers to take off their space suits.

Legend thought it might have been designed that way. The minimal life support was energy conserving, and the suits lasted basically forever. They wouldn’t help in the dead of space, but in a controlled atmosphere they probably had a higher chance of outlasting any power supply issues that would otherwise arise from a fully functional life support.

It was lonely, though. Looking in the mirror and only seeing the reflective screen of their helmet, of looking at the other passengers and seeing only space suits – cold, alien, and distant. Legend had taken to imagining what everyone really looked like based on their voice alone.

Purple – Ravio, was probably some sort of weedy rich kid from a corner of the galaxy that barely saw conflict. He seemed to be completely incapable of doing tasks alone, was afraid of every dark corner, and his voice broke with fear at the mere mention of the imposter.

Oh right. So there was an imposter.

As established, the station was old and a little trash. Nobody could even tell who was the first to arrive on it, because its time-keeping system was kaput. Sky might have been first. Or maybe even Mini. The kid was so small Legend was sure they could have missed him entirely if Ravio hadn’t caught sight of the kid’s weird yellow suit and screamed. The fact that a kid was stuck on this hell-station, had been ghosted into the black at some point and survived only through the poor luck of getting found by this lumbering space junk – it filled Leg’s vision with red.

The poorly functioning space vessel was in a lot of need for repair. Most of their motley crew had gone off in ones or twos to try and patch it up through various tasks. It kept breaking again after some time but at least they weren’t slowly freezing to death out in the black. What a way to go.

It wasn’t until White, that is, Wild, upgraded their med-bay that the situation became apparent. There were eight of them: Sky, Twilight, Time, Mini, Ravio, Wild, Wind, and Legend themself. The space station read only seven human lifeforms, and one reading that screwed the entire screen when Wild tried to get more data on it. Whatever it was, the language that screen was showing for it was nothing that Leg had ever seen before. Which said something, since they’d been space-faring since childhood.

But the logs – the logs were damming. Previous readings of human lifeforms dwindling until only one was left, only for more to arrive and suffer the same fate. And throughout it all that one unreadable lifeform remained. Leg thought it might have never even left the ship.

‘This place is a death-trap,’ they thought. It could have been a graveyard except there was no remains to be found. If Wild hadn’t fixed up those logs then Legends was sure that they would have had no clue of the danger they were in. One of them, one of the group, was not who they seemed to be. One of them was an outsider.

And Legend was determined to find them.

Unfortunately tasks waited for no-one. Their group of eight usually split off into four groups of two. Wind usually stuck with Mini. He was happy to swap around sometimes once or twice with Ravio, and even with Legend themself. Although the less said about that partnership the better. Wind seemed to take offence at the fact that Legend wanted to get their tasks done as efficiently and correctly as possible, and had no time to teach Wind how to do this or that basic action. Plus the kid, like Ravio, was from one of those places where people spoke, and boy did he not stop speaking. Legend’s hands were too full to even reply! Honestly Legend would have preferred to go it alone but there was safety in numbers. And if not safety, there was accountability.

Usually Legend paired off with Wild, who was unobtrusive and got on with his tasks with no problem. Sky liked to pair with Wild whenever he got the chance, so Legend would rotate between pairing with Twilight, Time, or Mini, based on availability. Ravio only seemed like he was comfortable pairing with Twilight for some reason, but would take Wind, or Time, if Twilight was unavailable.

And that was suspicious, right? Ravio treated them all with fear. Even beyond what was reasonable. They all knew an imposter was on board but Ravio seemed jumpier than the rest of them combined. And his suit was a dark, almost faded purple, scratched up with some of the topcoat missing. Where did he get such a thing? The whole design of it seemed different. Even Wind’s garish lime suit modulated his voice – Ravio seemed to speak like there was no modulator at all. And for the life of them, Legend could not recognise the insignia that decorated the side of his suit’s breast. The rest of them came from societies all within the outer ring, and nobody knew what lay beyond that. What. Was Ravio from outside the known universe?

Or was he not human at all?

Legend had been keeping track of them all. The kid, Mini, was just quiet. He didn’t communicate with a voice or with hands, but he happily trotted along to accompany people in doing tasks. And he seemed so proud of doing his own tasks, despite being absolutely pants at it. He was just a kid, unfortunately enough to get brought along for the ride. It soured something awful in Legend’s gut that a kid was dragged into this, but they promised they’d try and keep him safe.

Time wasn't that much older than Mini, and barely more communicative. Time would, at a push, sign with the others, but he seemed content to be by himself, and talk to no-one. Time was certainly a little suspicious, and not out of Legend’s watch-list entirely, but the kid ha the stereotypical surliness of a young adolescent. He wasn’t very interested in the others, didn’t seem to care who followed him, and was very efficient at doing tasks. Someone who wanted them all dead would at least be a little less good at keeping them all alive, right?

Sky, well. Sky was nice. Probably too nice. His bright cyan suit exemplified his sunny personality. He was going to get himself killed one of these days. He was friendly and open, always willing to put himself as the first volunteer to go off and complete some necessary activity. He made sure to look after everyone else of board to the best of his ability, and Legend was honestly a little more worried about Sky sticking up for a potential imposter than they were Sky having a mean bone in his body. Sky was safe.

Wind, while exuberant, wasn’t a bad kid. He gave away way too much information with his chatter, and someone less scrupulous than Legend could absolutely use that against him. Luckily for him, legend did have scruples. And luckily for them all that they has Wild on board, who was hardly going to inform them all of their impending doom if he was planning on being the one to bring it. While that sort of sadism definitely existed in the universe, and Legend had met more than enough people who would relish in toying with them, Wild didn’t possess that sort of mean-streak. Both him and Wind were safe.

Twilight was definitely hiding something, although what that something was is yet to be seen. Legend has seen him huddle away with Ravio, heads together and whispering. If Ravio wasn’t the imposter Legend would be exploring that avenue of inquiry next.

As a group they had agreed on a plan. Nobody was keen on outright murdering anyone else on the mere suspicion of falsehood. But they were – after some pushing – fine within spacing a suspect, for a time that was. Their suits could hold up, especially with the portable oxygen tanks they found stashed on board. As a party they could then check the life signals in Med-bay and determine whether or not the unfortunate soul they excommunicate was the imposter or not. If so, a job well done. If not, well, they’d figure out how to retrieve them. Hopefully.

Now all Legend needed was an opportunity.

The lights shut off, and Legend was plunged into darkness. For a split, terrifying second they thought this was it, it was over. And then the alarm blared and the red warning lights flared, colouring the walls around them in their glow. What the hell was going on?

“Warning.” The automatic, monotone voice of the spaceship’s computer rang out over the alarms. “Catastrophic failure imminent. Internal oxygen failure countdown initiated.”

Legend ran.

They knew it. They knew something was going to happen, and look at them now. Trying to sprint across a hulking dead mass of a spaceship when they very well knew they were too far away from the override controls. They were dead in the water, done for. And not only them, the others, too. Even the god-damn kid. They should have spaced that snivelling purple coward when they had the chance.

Not a mistake they’ll be making again. If they lived long enough to have the chance, that was.

Legend was two-thirds of the way there before the count-down reached near-zero and stopped, abruptly. Their breath was almost fogging up the visor of their helmet, and their heart was thrumming in their chest like a scared rabbit. They’d over-exerted themselves in the effort to make it in time, but Legend couldn’t lie and say that part of it wasn’t fear. They hadn’t made it, but someone else had. Death had been delayed by a hair’s breadth.

They weren’t sure they’d be so lucky a second time.

Legend allowed themselves a moment to breath before they straightened up and pressed the nearby emergency meeting alarm. There was no way that purple was going to spend another minute on the ship if Legend was around to say anything about it.

They allowed themselves to take it slow on the way to the conference room, letting themselves calm down from the burst of adrenaline that fuelled their earlier sprint. Closer to the room they passed Twilight and Time, and gave them both a nod. Everyone was quiet while filing into the room, waiting until the last few people – Wild and Sky – to trickle in. Well, no time like the present.

‘We need to get rid of purple,’ Legend signed.

“Who, me?” Ravio asked, voice high pitched and anxious.

“What!” Wind yelled. “You can’t just decide that!”

“Yeah!” Ravio interjected. Legend turned to stare at him with such intensity that even with the opaque helmet blocking the way, Ravio quieted down with a squeak. Coward.

‘Lime’s right,’ Sky replied. ‘This goes off a vote-based system, you can’t decide by yourself. Do you have any evidence?’

‘Did you miss the alarm that just went off? We barely escaped with out lives.’

‘I didn’t miss it because White and I were fixing the issue.’ Wild waved from besides Sky. ‘White did a bulk of the work in making sure we’re still here.’

“Thanks, White,” said Wind. Legend was sure Wild, whatever he looked like, had a bashful smile on at the moment.

They needed to bring this back on point, however. ‘Yes thank you White.’ Legend nodded. ‘Ravio’s been acting suspicious since day one. He doesn’t seem comfortable with any of us, he’s always jumping at things, ever before we knew about the imposter. And not to mention his suit-’

“Are you sure you aren’t talking about yourself?” Wind interrupted. Rude. “Anyway, Ravio was with me the whole time! He has an alibi, which is funny because you don’t since you ditched me.”

‘You were too slow,’ Legend replied, aggravated. They could feel things turning, and they did not like where it was going.

‘I was with Green,’ Twilight informed them. Time, in their dark green suit, shrugged. ‘Well, I was chasing him. But I had him in my sights the whole time, so it couldn’t have been us.’

‘I was with White’, Sky signed. ‘Was anyone with Pink?’

A round of ‘no’s or head shakes was slowly sealing Legend’s fate.

‘I was on the other side of the ship. And I was only there so none of you had to fix it up alone!’ Legend wished they weren’t in a suit, if only to have the opportunity to pull on their own hair. Nothing was going right.

“You were the only one without a partner,” Wind said. “You have to admit it’s a little… incriminating.”

“I think we should vote them off,” Ravio said, speaking up again.

‘Quiet, you!’ Legend signed angrily, stepping towards him. They quickly found themselves on the blaster end of no small amount of phasers. They froze.

“I agree.” Wind replied.

Time shrugged. ‘Sure.’

Twilight seemed to take a moment, turning to look around and the people around him. He caught sign of someone, or something, and seemed to slump. ‘Agreed.’ He signed.

‘Cyan,’ Legend started, feeling a little desperate. ‘You can’t let them do this. Can’t you see you’re being played? He’s fooling you!’

‘I think,’ Sky replied. ‘The only one who’s fooling anyone is yourself.”

Legend staggered back. So really. Everyone was against them. They didn’t look towards Wild or Mini, unwilling to put that pressure on them. Unwilling to hear those two condemn Legend to a slow death in the cold of space.

‘I see how it is.’ They signed.

“Really,” Ravio said, rubbing salt into the wound. “It’s for the best.”

Well, the deed was done. A heavy atmosphere fell over the remaining members of the spaceship.

‘White and I are going to go check medbay. We’ll get a confirmation for you all.’ Sky paused. ‘Twilight. Just in case, can you and Green go ready the shuttle? If we were wrong… well. If we were wrong we’ll have to go give Pink an apology to their face.’

‘Alright.’ Twilight replied. ‘Let’s go Green.’ They left.

“See you in a little while,” Wind said, distractedly. He was looking over the reports from the emergency alert system. With just a little finagling he’d be able to track which part of the ship the breach first occurred. Any second, now.

“Huh,” Wind muttered. “That’s odd, it was nowhere near-”

“Hey Lime?”

Wind looked up, before looking back at the report. “Oh Ravio, you’re still here. You sure gave me a scare, buddy.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Wha-” Wind whirled around, but it was too late. There was a glimpse of yellow, and Ravio’s uncovered human face looking sad, and then there was nothing.

‘Did you hear that?’ Twilight asked, pausing in his preparation of the shuttle. Time shrugged and didn’t reply, which was typical for him, really. Twilight sighed in the confines of his suit. ‘I’ll go check’

He didn’t have to go far before he ran into Ravio, who was wide-eyed and panting.

‘Ravio! Your helmet. Did you run here, what’s wrong?’ Twilight’s hands could almost not keep up with the speed of his questions. Then he noticed the phaser clutched tight in Ravio’s grip.

Just over the quiet hum of the space station, the sound of a shot could be heard. Shortly followed by another.

Sky found him on their way back to the conference room, Wild coming up the rear behind him. ‘Yellow!’ He was rattled. ‘We have to call another meeting. We checked medbay, and Pink is innocent! There’s still the alien life-form- wait.’ Sky paused, looking at the shorter child. ‘Is that blood?’

…

And then there were none.

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legendofzelda4life · 3 years

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Not Used To This

This was for day ten (yesterday) hopefully this is the last time I have to leave the post till the next day lmao.

Today we have Twilight and Sky platonic angst.

Will it become fluff? Will somebody die? Who knows, but let’s see.

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“Who’s fucking world are we in now?” Legend asked, rather annoyed. They had only switched worlds a day before so switching this soon was annoying.

“Does anybody recognise it?” Time asked. Everybody shook their heads.

“Is everybody here?” Twilight asked. His eyes looked over each person, counting, then his eyes landed on Sky.

It was obvious the Skyloftian was having trouble taking in air, well if the heaving chest was anything to go off of. Sky noticed the Ordonian boy staring at him and he just waved his hand to show ‘I’m fine’.

“If we know what’s good for us, we should keep moving.” Warriors said. The rest of the boys nodded before beginning to walk.

They were in a grass field when they came in so, based on the sun, it was easy to find north. If the boys knew anything about Hyrule, it’s that Hyrule Castle is always somewhere north.

Instead of walking up the front like usual, Twilight fell to the back and decided to walk with Sky.

“You okay?” Twilight asked, sparing a glance at the hero next to him.

“Ye-yeah I just…” The boy took a deep breath, adjusting his collar. “I’m not used to this.” He said. It made sense. They had been to Skyloft at one point, the air was crisp and had nearly made some people like Wind and Legend pass out. Whereas here, the air must’ve felt heavier to him and harder to consume.

It was for nearly everyone.

But it affected the Skyloftian the most.

“Do you want us to stop?” Twilight asked quietly, causing the boy to shake his head. “It’s fine.” He waved his hand. “Alright…” Twilight wasn’t too sure about this.

Not even five minutes later, the Skyloftian walked up to a tree and went behind it.

Twilight had stopped to wait for him and could hear the boy throwing up.

This…

This was not fine.

Sky walked back out, wiping his mouth, heaving a deep sigh.

“Better?” Twilight asked.

The boy shook his head.

“Wanna stop?”

Another head shake.

“Okay then.” The two walked to catch up with the others but Twilight made sure they stayed a few feet behind. He didn’t want to overwhelm Sky when he was like this.

A cough came from next to Twilight, followed by a few more, then stopping with a thud.

Twilight only just managed to catch Sky.

“Woah buddy, wanna stop now?”

Sky didn’t see a point in arguing and nodded.

Twilight looked up and saw Warriors at the back with Wind on his shoulders.

“Oi, Sailor! Captain!” Twilight yelled out. Both boys turned, eyes landing on Sky - whom Twilight had layed in his lap. He saw the two boys exchange words before Warrior’s came over.

“Wind’s telling Time we should stop.” Twilight nodded, not looking at the scarfed hero. His eyes were fixed on Sky.

Twilight was continuously growing more concerned for the boy in his lap.

Sky was one of the more responsible people. Sure he was curious and child-like at times but without Sky’s radiating calmness, everybody would go crazy.

It didn’t help that Twilight looked up to Sky.

Sky was like an older brother to him. Time would fit the role if they weren’t, y’know, related.

But it hurt Twilight deeply to see Sky in so much pain.

“Why *cough* does it hurt so much, Twi?” Sky asked, curling in on himself. “I don’t know, but I promise we’ll help you until we can leave.” Twilight said, feeling his heart break. Sky was so important to him, he couldn’t imagine the group with Sky gone.

It would fall apart.

“C’mon rancher, I’ve got him.” Legend tried to pick up Sky but was stopped by Warriors. “Oh shut up you twig, give ‘im ‘ere!” In response, Legend glared at Warriors before lifting up the sky child with ease.

“We should probably just set up camp now.” Legend said, looking at - a rather shocked - Time. A little confused, he looked at the rest of the Link’s who also had their mouths agape.

“Dear Goddesses is it really that surprising I can lift things without an item?” Legend asked, annoyed at everybody. “Vet, no offense, but yeah.” Wild whispered the last word and Legend sighed. “I hate you all.” No matter how hard he tried to hide it, Hyrule saw the shadow of a smirk on his face.

Eventually, the boys set up camp and layed Sky down.

It hadn’t taken long for Legend’s arms to get tired. Ten minutes at most. It was still a while but after they started playing pass the parcel - without opening said parcel - it became clear that everyone except Four, Wind, and Hyrule could hold Sky.

Twilight, by far, held him the longest and most often. He didn’t pass Sky off unless Warriors literally pried the boy from his arms. After Twilight, Warriors had held him the longest, passing him to Wild once his arms were tired.

Yeah, Wild held him easily.

Time held him for the shortest amount of time but it was enough to help the boys’ arms rest before Sky was passed to Legend once more.

It had been a few hours since they had set up camp and Twilight was on third watch from 2300-0000.

“Nghn.” Twilight heard a groan behind him and whipped around, unsheathing his sword, only to see Sky sitting up.

“Sky… you scared the shit outta me.” Twilight laughed.

Sky gave him a blank stare before standing.

“You guys should’ve kept walking.” The boy sounded annoyed. “Why?” Twilight was confused. Usually Sky was hellbent against going anywhere when someone was sleeping.

“Because.” He said, looking away with a shrug. Twilight laughed nervously. “No, seriously Sky, why would we’ve kept walking?”

“Because I’m…” Sky mumbled the last part so Twilight walked up to him. “What?” The rancher was genuinely concerned.

“I’m a waste of time!” The hero of skies all but yelled.

SLAP!!!

“No! You’re fucking not!”

“Yes! I FUCKING AM, TWI!” Suddenly Sky broke into a coughing fit.

“Shit, Sky, I’m sorry.” Twilight reached out to help but had his hand slapped away.

“Leave me alone.” Sky hissed before turning and walking away.

Twilight made him…

Mad.

“Oh just go after him already and let us sleep.” Legend whined from behind him.

“Yeah, stop staring into space and go.” Wild encouraged.

Without turning to the boys, he nodded his head confidently before leaving.

He ran…

And ran…

And ran.

“Sky!” Twilight yelled.

No response.

The boy could hear a river nearby. “Maybe Sky went to it.” He mumbled.

He was right.

The sky child was lying on the ground, taking shuddering breaths.

“Sky!” Twilight was relieved.

Until he realized Sky had passed out again.

Fuck this place.

Twilight picked up Sky before dashing to the others.

“That was quick.” Four said.

“Is he okay???” Alright out of everyone, after Twilight, the sailor was the most concerned.

“Yeah, but he’s getting worse.” Twilight said.

“Wild found a portal!” Twilight looked up to see Hyrule at the tree line, breathing like he just ran a mile.

The boys ran to it without another word.

Upon entering the other world, it was immediately recognised as Twilight’s Hyrule. “We’re in the Faron woods. We should head to my village.”

“How far?”

“Like ten minutes.”

The group turned to Warriors, extremely confused.

Well, except for Wind and Time.

“He’s been more places than you can guess.” Time explained.

“Uh-huh, what about Lorule?” Legend asked.

Warriors looked at him. “You mean Lorule as in Yuga and Ravio Lorule or…?” The captain trailed off as a shocked look fell upon Legend’s face.

“What the fuck…?” He whispered.

“What? It’s not that-”

“No! Wars turn around!” Legend exclaimed, looking past the scarfed hero.

“What the fuck!” Yep, that was Warriors.

“Dear Hylia, just ignore it. It’s only a bulbin.” “Twilight, I know what a bulbin is! I don’t fucking like them!” Warriors yelled.

“Let’s just go.” Wild grabbed Sky from Twilight and sprinted as far south as he could.

He made it to Ordon within five minutes, everybody else not too far behind.

“Ilia!” Twilight yelled out.

“Link! Hey- you need help?” A girl asked, looking at Wild - who shook his head.

“Look we just need a place to get him rested ‘til he wakes up.” Wind said. Ilia’s eyes looked over everyone before stopping on Warriors.

“Th- they’re all you from other times.” She said. “Yes, now can we go?” “Sure but I’m asking a lot of questions pretty boy.” She gave Twilight an intense stare.

Hyrule groaned.

“What is up with us and girls with attitude???” He said quietly, causing Four to giggle.

A day later

Twilight was sitting next to Sky’s bed.

“He up yet?” Time asked. Twilight shook his head. “I wish old man.” He chuckled. “Yeah, yeah we know. Food’s ready by the way.” “Alright I’ll come over in a sec.”

Twilight stared down at the sleeping boy and chuckled.

“You always were a sucker for sleep.”

“I told you I’m not used to it.”

Twilight jumped.

“What the fuck how long have you been up for?????” Twilight asked.

“About an hour. Maybe less.”

“Idiot.”

Sky was engulfed into a hug.

“Wha- what?”

“I called you an idiot, you really scared me, passing out like that.”

Sky shrugged.

“Not used to it I guess.”

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Hey look, nobody died but it didn’t centre around Twilight and his sadness/stress as much as it was meant to.

Why do I suck at writing angst????

Reference 1: Kilton is, apparently, botw’s version of the happy mask salesman

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nerdiests · 4 years

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heroes always get remembered (but you know legends never die)

okay FIRST OFF i’d like to wish a HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the wonderful @sillus !! loaf, i adore you so much and i know i’ve said this waaaaaay too much over the past ten-ish hours, but you deserve it!!

second off, another @linkeduniverse fic!! woo!! longest one i’ve written, too!! yeehaw lads!! check it out on ao3 under the same name!!

warning for: violence, character death

Legend hadn’t seen what others would call a “gift from the goddesses” as one. If it was any type of gift, it’d be an accursed one, because that’s all Legend saw it as. A curse. He’d never been a devout follower of any of the goddesses, despite being the chosen hero of the era. Was this his punishment? Maybe. But not for not believing, that he was sure of. What he was being punished for, though. That was the mystery.

He never wanted to tell the others about it. He had his secrets that he held close to his chest, as did everyone else. Legend kept a few things - no, a lot of things - a secret. The entirety of his venture on Koholint, for one. His ability to become a painting. And his curse. If Legend had it his way, none of them would ever find out about it. He could count on one hand how many people knew about it. Zelda, Ravio (for some ungodly reason), and... Marin.

She was the one he’d told of his own will. He’d decided, months into his stay on Koholint, that he would tell her. She had listened, and she had believed him and that was the crucial thing. But now she was gone. And all Legend had left were his double, his sister, and himself.

Legend was a secretive man. But this secret was one he would keep until the demise of everyone, except his own. Because that was the secret. Legend couldn’t die.

He didn’t know why this was, he just knew that it was true. He’d discovered that fact on his first adventure, when he’d been in the wilderness and got into a scuffle he shouldn’t have walked away from. He should’ve died in those woods, when he was thirteen and young and bright eyed and foolish. He remembers falling to the forest floor. He remembers feeling fainter and fainter as the edges of his vision blurred and the ground felt damp beneath him with something other than the dew on the grass. And he remembers waking up in that exact same spot, a hole torn in his tunic and a faint scar over where he’d been stabbed - oh god he’d been stabbed. But he’d walked away from that. Legend didn’t know how or why, but he had.

The rest of his adventures passed and he grew better at avoiding fatal blows, as any experienced adventurer would. He went through six adventures - one that seemed like a fever dream but he still had the dress and everything else to prove it - and his secret had stayed locked up in the depths of his mind, only ever being told to one person and being revealed to two others. And Legend wouldn’t reveal this secret of his. It wouldn’t be something ever coming to light, not if he had his way.

With the start of his seventh adventure with the rest of him (and that was a weird sentence to say, wasn’t it?) but also not him, Legend knew none of them could ever find out. He would never let it slip. Besides, as Four had put it, they were all sitting on secrets. Some of them just had more than others did.

Legend knew that he had the most. He talked of six adventures, but he hid the contents of his fourth from them all. He didn’t talk about his Zelda, about how she was his younger sister. His twin, who he hadn’t known existed until the end of his first adventure. He refused to talk about the time he’d fought what looked like four different copies of Four on his first adventure within the Pyramid in the Dark World. He didn’t talk about the Moon Pearl and what it did. He didn’t talk about when he’d been cursed to turn into a painting, and why he wasn’t stuck as one. And he kept his most important secret so close to his chest that it was barely obvious it existed.

Legend was a secretive man. They all knew that. Unlike Sky or Wind or Hyrule, Legend gave the bare minimum on everything he’d done. It wasn’t their business. Yes, he was a Link and he’d saved not only his Hyrule multiple times, but four other countries as well (they didn’t need to know about Koholint, no one did). They didn’t need to know much else. Hell, he didn’t even intend for them to find out about Ravio, but it happened. But he wouldn’t be letting any more secrets slip through the cracks. Not if he could help it. But they all made it ridiculously hard to keep anything a secret. He’d caught Wind trying to snoop through his journal when he’d left it unattended not just one time, but multiple times. Thank the goddesses that he wrote it in a language that no one else could ever read. The perks of being the only person to know a language, he supposed.

What Legend hated about being a secretive man, though, was the unending questions he would get from everyone. Most of them from their youngest, but there was a healthy amount of questions from everyone in their motley gathering of Links. He tended to dodge his way around them most of the time, and the times he couldn’t he would work his way to a subject change. Legend knew that some of them - namely Time, Twilight, Four, and Warriors - had noticed him dodging answers to questions anyone asked, but none of them called him out on it. For that, at least, Legend was grateful. Sometimes… You get asked questions you don’t want answers to.

One of these days, Legend knew his secrets would spill. Maybe all at once, maybe one at a time, but they would come out. For now, though, Legend would keep all of them locked away until such a time that he deemed fit to let them come out. And that time would be never, if he had his way. He knew that wouldn’t be the case, but he could hope. Hoping could only get him so far, but he’d do it nonetheless.

Though. There were certain times that would test his patience. Like what the rest of the group was doing now. Wind was eagerly talking about some of the events of his first adventure - the final fight with Ganondorf, if Legend was hearing correctly - and a solid half of the group was listening in eagerly. Hyrule, Four, Sky, and Wild were all enraptured by the story, and Warriors and Twilight were both listening with interest. Time wasn’t facing the group, but Legend could tell he was listening in as well. They’d been trading stories about their adventures for the past hour now, starting with Wild talking about the time he’d been flung off a cliff by a giant rock monster he’d called a Talus, then Sky had talked about the time he’d ventured through a flooded forest in search of things he said were called “Tadtones”, then Warriors had offhandedly brought up the time he’d singlehandedly taken down a “King Dodongo.” From how Warriors talked about it, it seemed like it was a big deal and all, but Legend had taken on a Dodongo by himself when he was fourteen. If it was as easy as that battle had been, Legend didn’t think it’d be all that hard to take on a “King Dodongo.”

But now Wind was wrapping up his story - him and his Zelda (he’d said Tetra was her name) had ended up getting saved by Tetra’s pirate crew as they floated in the ocean above the flooded ruins of the Hyrule of old - and everyone would be expecting another one. He expected Hyrule or Four to pick up the slack, but as Wind finished talking his eyes fell on Legend, and there was a spark of interest there. Oh no.

“Hey, Legend! Why don’t you tell a story?” Wind asked. The rest of the group all turned towards him, and Legend blanked for a couple seconds. This was. Not good. No sir, not at all. How could he put this…

“No,” Legend replied simply. Wind’s face fell, and there were a few confused looks from the others.

“Why not?” Hyrule asked simply, equal parts disappointment and curiosity. Goodness, some of them could just act like children sometimes. Legend sighed. He wouldn’t get any writing in his journal done tonight. He was going to go to bed soon anyways. Snapping his journal shut and securing it in his bag, Legend locked eyes with Hyrule.

“I don’t want to,” he said, shrugging and attempting to put on a nonchalant air. It succeeded pretty well, based on the pout Wind was giving him. He looked back down at his bag, but he knew that everyone was still looking at him.

“C’mon, Legend. You never tell any stories and you’re always vague about everything!” Wind said. Were Legend and Time the only real adults here? Twilight and Warriors might be older than he was, but neither of them really acted their ages all the time. ...Actually, scratch his assumption. He was the only adult here, Time could be such a little shit sometimes.

“Maybe I don’t want to talk about it, hm?” Legend replied, looking up for a second to raise an eyebrow before looking back down at his pack. He was going to idly reorganize everything in his pack until they stopped looking at him.

“You’re such a downer,” Wild said, groaning loudly. There was a hum of agreement from Wind, and Legend just shrugged. Did he look like he cared about that? He cared about not telling anyone his damn secrets!

“But why do you not want to talk about it?” Wind asked. Legend scoffed.

“I don’t. Is that not a good enough reason for you? Or do you not want to-” Legend was cut off by another voice, one that he wasn’t necessarily expecting but was welcome nonetheless.

“No need to badger him, Wild, Wind,” Twilight cut in, and Legend glanced up at that. Twilight wasn’t who he was expecting to come to his defense, but he wasn’t expecting anyone so Twilight was better than no one, he supposed. He locked eyes with Twilight for a few seconds, who gave him an understanding look, before turning back to Wind and Wild and started talking to them about why they shouldn’t push people into doing things they don’t want to do and how they wouldn’t like anyone to do that to them, would they?

While Twilight was doing that, Legend turned to Time. Time raised an eyebrow, and Legend gestured towards the edge of the campsite they’d claimed as their own. Time shrugged. Legend knew that Time was set to be on first watch that night, but at this point he wanted to get away from the rest of the camp. And with Time’s approval to take his watch shift, Legend shifted a bit, before getting up and heading out a bit further from the camp. The only people that actually noticed him walking away were Hyrule, Warriors, and Sky. But none of them said a word, and for that Legend was grateful.

For a while, Legend’s reluctance to talk about anything in detail from any of his adventures was put out of the group’s collective consciousness. They didn’t talk about their adventures or anything like that, just about nothing in particular. Stuff they missed, things they were going to do after their adventure. Warriors in particular spent what Legend thought was way too much time waxing poetic about his boyfriend, but it kept spirits high.

Eventually, though. The tension that was created during Legend’s refusal to talk about his adventures - and he didn’t need to talk about his adventures, they should respect his privacy as much as they wanted their own privacy respected - would build up and up and up and it would snap. Legend didn’t know when it would happen, but he knew it would. He really didn’t want it to, he didn’t. But it would. So Legend tried to avoid it. He didn’t want to have an argument pop up and end with him snapping at someone.

But what Legend hadn’t noticed was Hyrule keeping an eye on him. Watching him, trying to make his own guesses at things. Legend, who was too preoccupied trying to ignore tension building up in one source completely missed the other source of it.

It all came to a head about a month after Legend’s quasi-argument with Wind and Wild, when they’d just switched over from Four’s Hyrule to Wild’s. Legend had semi-relaxed, thinking that the tension that had built up had died down to some extent, but because he’d only been looking in one place for tension in their group that would be his ruin.

The evening it happened, Legend could recall the most minute of details. There was a slight chill in the air, and dew on the grass just outside the cave they took refuge in from the rain that had just ended. Wild was having a fair amount of trouble starting a fire with the damp wood he found, even with the magical help that the flameblade he had provided him. Twilight had been swearing under his breath with his tongue poking from between his teeth as a piece of charcoal glided over the page. Warriors was writing a letter, tapping his pencil against his cheek as he thought. Wind and Four were chatting about how odd the weather was in Wild’s Hyrule, and they managed to drag Time and Sky into their discussion. And Legend himself? He’d been sorting a few things in his pack, because he needed something to do with his hands and he wasn’t risking pulling his journal out. But Hyrule hadn’t been doing anything. At the time, Legend hadn’t thought about it much. But in hindsight, he should have.

“Hey Legend? I have a question for you,” Hyrule said, catching Legend off guard. He nearly dropped his boomerang onto his foot from where he held it. He didn’t bother with putting up the boomerang, instead opting to put it in his lap, and ignored all the eyes on him and Hyrule.

“Yeah? What is it?” Legend asked, trying to seem nonchalant. This wasn’t a situation he wanted to be in. He had no clue what kind of question Hyrule would be asking.

“You always talk about your second and third adventures, and your sixth, but you don’t go into a lot of detail about your first, or your fourth, or your fifth. Why?” Hyrule asked. Dammit. Legend knew Hyrule was perceptive. Of course he was, Hyrule came after him in the timeline and living in a world like theirs you had to be.

“Because it’s my business. Is it not enough to know that I saved Hyrule twice, and multiple other places?” Legend replied. If he could just… Evade this line of questioning, it’d be better. But considering that the seven other members of their travelling party had all stopped what they were doing to listen to this play out, that wasn’t likely at all. So he’d have to try and meet this line of questioning head on.

“But you always evade every single question we ask about it! You don’t need to be deliberately cagey, we’ve all dealt with weird stuff on our adventures!” Hyrule said, his voice growing louder as he spoke.

“Maybe I just don’t want to talk about it! Did you think about that, Hyrule?” Legend fired back, reaching to move his sword a bit closer to him. His fight or flight instinct was ready to kick in and if he needed to run, he would. He didn’t care how running from his problems would make him look - and it’s not like he was running from his problems, just some questions he didn’t want to answer! That was all!

“Sometimes you need to share more than the bare minimum, Legend! That’s all you’ve given us about half of your quests, that you saved Hyrule or Hytopia or Holodrum or Labrynna or wherever you were with that fourth adventure of yours, but you’ve said next to nothing else about them!” This time, Hyrule was shouting. His face had gone a bit red, and Legend knew that his was likely in a similar state.

“Well… What about Time and Wind? They’re deliberately obtuse about facts surrounding their adventures! Wind doesn’t talk about how his second adventure doesn’t even make sense, and Time’s just full of secrets!” Legend replied, a bit flustered.

“This isn’t about them, it’s about you, Legend!” Hyrule shouted.

“I don’t give a fuck if it’s just about me, it’s bullshit that you’re focusing on me and ignoring other people that’re doing the exact same damned thing!” Legend shouted back, grabbing his sword sitting next to him with one hand and his boomerang with the other. He stood up, and so did Hyrule. They stared for a moment, and Legend opened his mouth to speak. Twilight beat him to it though.

“...Hey, no need to get so heated, we can jus-” Twilight’s words were interrupted by Legend whirling around with his sword and pointing it at him. Now that caught everyone off guard. Wild made to move, but Time gave him a minute shake of his head.

“Shut the fuck up, you don’t get to speak. You’re keeping secrets too, and no one fucking calls you out on it either! You’re so fucking obvious about it too, and that’s the worst part! This is bullshit! All of it! Bullshit!” Legend yelled. His arm holding the sword was shaking because Legend was shaking with rage, and it was extremely lucky for Twilight that Legend was far enough away that the sword was nowhere near him. Legend’s arm holding the sword slowly fell back to his side, and he turned back towards Hyrule.

“Right now, I know two things. You’re calling me out for not sharing, when every single one of us has secrets we don’t want to share, but you’re asking me to share what I’d rather not? That’s hypocrisy right there!” Legend barked out a harsh laugh, his eyes narrowing.

“The other thing that I know? I don’t want to fucking be here.” With those words, Legend stalked off, heading out of the cave, out of the small clearing immediately outside the cave, and into the woods surrounding them. He didn’t care where he went, as long as it was away from the rest of them. Fucking hypocrites, Four had said they all had secrets and everyone had been respecting everyone’s privacy, but they try and invade his personal life? Fuck that.

Hyrule, meanwhile, was staring at the empty space Legend had been standing a few seconds prior, breathing heavily. So was everyone else, as a matter of fact.

“Well. That escalated quickly,” Four said, breaking the silence that had been put in place by Legend’s angry leave.

“I was… Not expecting to have a sword pointed at my face today,” Twilight mumbled, almost to himself. Warriors, from where he was seated nearby Twilight, reached over to give Twilight a pat on the shoulder.

“You’ll get used to expecting the unexpected sword pointing at your face. Don’t worry,” Warriors said simply, and Twilight blustered at that.

“What do you mean, get used to it? Have you had people unexpectedly pointing swords at you?” Twilight asked, voice full of concern. Warriors just shrugged, and Twilight watched him incredulously. Hyrule, meanwhile, had finally calmed himself down sufficiently and had turned towards the group at large.

“Are… Are none of you worried about Legend?” Hyrule asked. No one really paid much attention to that, but Twilight turned to look at him and raised an eyebrow.

“You’re worrying about the guy that you just got into a yelling match with?” Twilight asked, skeptical. Hyrule nodded a few times.

“He’s… He’s like family, Twilight. Might get into arguments but you’ll worry about them regardless,” Hyrule said. Twilight gave a glance at… Warriors, strangely, before looking back at Hyrule and nodding.

“I get that. But he needs to cool off a bit. You go and find him now and you’ll both work yourselves into another argument. He’ll either come back here, or you’ll go out and find him in an hour or two,” Twilight said. Hyrule knew Twilight was right on some level, but he was still going to fret about it. About Legend. He’d gone out into the forest and Legend wasn’t familiar with Wild’s Hyrule! He knew he’d just got into an argument with him and he’d been the reason Legend had stalked off like that, but he didn’t want Legend to get hurt! Hyrule wouldn’t wish harm on anyone.

Unbeknownst to Hyrule, he’d started pacing around the cave they were in. He just walked back and forth, from the cave entrance back to where Twilight sat. Back and forth and back and forth and back. Warriors, Four, Wind, and Twilight watched him as he paced, seemingly unaware that he was.

“I’m going to go after him,” Hyrule said after a substantial amount of time had passed. Twilight laughed.

“Good thing, too. You’ve been pacing for the past twenty minutes. Wild thinks he’ll get a fire lit soon, so you’ve got two hours,” Twilight said. Hyrule balked.

“I’ve been pacing?” he asked, incredulous. At that, Four and Wind started laughing.

“You really didn’t notice?” Four asked. Hyrule shook his head, and that only got Four and Wind to laugh louder. Hyrule pouted at the two of them and turned back to Twilight.

“Do you think that Wild would have any idea where Legend went?” Hyrule asked. Before Twilight could speak, Wild piped up from where he was holding his flameblade next to the wood to dry it out.

“No clue. I didn’t get a good look at where he was running when he went into the woods, so I can’t give any guesses,” Wild said, tilting the angle of the sword a bit to get it closer to the actual wood without touching it. Hyrule frowned, looking out at the forest for a moment, before grabbing his sword and shield. He hesitated for a moment, before grabbing the rest of his pack as well. Legend might go and get himself hurt.

“I’ll be back. With Legend,” Hyrule said, before walking out of the cave and off into the forest where he’d seen Legend run. With any luck, he’d be able to find Legend in time for dinner, and be able to apologize for putting him on the spot like that. He didn’t mean for everything to get that loud. Or that confrontational. Maybe… Maybe he should’ve asked that question when it was just the two of them. It might’ve gone better that way.

“Goddessdamned bullshit,” Legend grumbled to himself, marching angrily through the forest. His knuckles were white around the hilt of his sword, and every tree he passed by he’d smack with his boomerang. It was a bit nicer than punching each tree he came across, because it wasn’t ever nice to have your fist in a bloody mess. Legend knew from experience.

“Calling me out in front of the whole fucking group, invading my privacy and ignoring the fact that I said I didn’t want to fucking talk about it, goddesses be damned,” Legend growled, smacking another tree repeatedly. His boomerang cut a deep gash into the bark as it slammed into the tree over and over. Eventually, Legend stopped, if only because he’d knocked his knuckles against the tree instead of his boomerang.

“Can’t they respect what I want to do? No? Bullshit,” Legend said, shaking the hand he’d accidentally smacked the tree with and leaving the boomerang stuck inside the tree for a few seconds, before grabbing it and continuing to stomp his way through the forest, ignoring all the sticks that snapped underfoot. Legend wasn’t exactly of the mind that there could be enemies in the woods, he was just being angry for the sake of being angry. In the back of his mind he knew that whoever would come to find him could find him pretty easily with his trail of trees with scratches all over them.

With a huff, Legend smacked the next tree, letting the boomerang get lodged deep in the wood. When he went to go pull the boomerang from the wood, though, he found that he couldn’t.

“You’re shitting me, no!” Legend said angrily, yanking on the boomerang again. It refused to budge. He didn’t even bother with trying to yank on it again, instead moving to grab his sword. With a yell, Legend slammed the blade into the tree, right at the join where the boomerang met the wood. With an angry cracking noise, the tree started to teeter away from him, before falling over. His boomerang fell the opposite way, finally freed from the confines of its wooden prison. He took a moment to let his anger dissipate and smirked at the tree that had dared to try and take his boomerang.

Now that his problem was solved and his head had cooled slightly, Legend surveyed the area around him. He was in the middle of nowhere. Brilliant. He could probably find his way back to camp at this point, but he didn’t particularly feel like heading back there. To him, it felt like he’d be crawling back to ask for forgiveness, and that wasn’t what he was doing. So Legend marched on.

As he walked, the sun started to sink lower on the horizon. Legend really didn’t want to be stuck outside when it was dark out, but if that was what would happen, then so be it. He’d seen a few apple trees along his route, and he could eat some of those and sleep up in one of the trees. He’d slept up in trees on his previous adventures when he was down on rupees, he could manage it for the night. They’d just switched Hyrules that day, so there wasn’t any reason to worry about them switching over with Legend so far off. If anything, he’d probably end up coming back the next morning.

Sighing to himself, Legend sat down next to the tree he’d felled in his boomerang rage - boomerage, if you would. If he really was going to spend his night out here, he might as well try and start getting those apples he saw on the trees he’d walked by a while back. So Legend started retracing his steps, following the gashes on the trees back towards camp. He’d noticed a small grove with some apple trees near it in his haze of rage. That’d be the perfect place to pick up a few apples to munch on, and if he could find somewhere with fresh water he’d be even better off.

Legend started humming quietly as he walked, trying to fill the relative silence around him. The woods were too quiet for his tastes - no birdsong, even this late in the evening, and the crickets hadn’t started up yet, so he found it odd - so Legend filled the woods with songs he’d learned over his years of travelling. Some folksongs from Labrynna or Holodrum, a haunting melody best accompanied with a piano and drums he’d picked up in Subrosia, a few jaunty barsongs he’d learned from Lorule, and even the tune from the clothing shop in Hytopia. The silence lessened, with Legend filling the trees around him with the song that the birds seemed to not pick up.

What really threw Legend off was the lack of wildlife around him. He’d at least expected to come across a deer or two, maybe some wild boar, but he didn’t see anything of the sort. It really threw him off, but he didn’t let that show on his face. It plagued his thoughts, but he wasn’t going to let his emotions win over his face too.

In the middle of his not-so-swift hike back to the grove, something Legend saw made him pause. A few platforms made of flimsy wood and bones, some overturned logs, a big campfire, some wooden crates and metallic boxes, and a few weapons tossed around on the ground. Legend glanced back at the trees he was walking by. Yeah, he’d passed by this camp on his angry march out to wherever he’d ended up.

“How the hell did I not get spotted?” Legend asked, moving to duck behind one of the larger trees. He hadn’t gotten the best glimpse at the camp itself, but he didn’t want to get caught in a battle he wasn’t prepared for. All he had was his sword and his boomerang, he didn’t have any of his other items. Hell, he didn’t have any of his medallions or rings or anything, because he’d taken them all off to sort through them! He wasn’t even wearing his tunic, he was just in the green undershirt! Getting into a fight now would be the worst case scenario, even if he did have the advantage of coming back from literally anything they could throw at him. Well, there were a few things he was pretty sure even he couldn’t survive, but he didn’t want to test that.

Peering around from behind the tree again, Legend noticed something. The camp was… Extremely empty. Nothing was even close to it that was alive that wasn’t him, and Legend wasn’t necessarily sure he wanted to find out why that was. But if nothing was in the camp… Legend could just go on past and not worry about anything. So he moved out from behind the tree and started walking, when a truly delectable smell caught his attention. His head whipped around, and Legend’s eyes focused in on the source of the smell - a huge cut of meat roasting above the campfire. How had he not noticed it before?

“Maybe I could…” Legend murmured to himself, taking stock of the situation. The camp was empty. Theoretically, all the enemies that had called this camp home could’ve all been killed ages ago, but that cut of meat looked fairly fresh. So the monsters all had to be around here somewhere, though Legend was guessing they weren’t that nearby. If they were, he would’ve noticed them in his rage-blinded march through the woods. Or, at least he hoped he would’ve noticed.

After a few seconds of thinking, Legend decided that the benefits of grabbing that prize cut of meat outweighed the disadvantages and he quickly made his way into the camp, stepping over the weapons he saw. The enemies in this camp wouldn’t be back before he made off with his prize, anyways.

As Legend reached out to take the cut of meat, he grinned to himself. He was getting some wonderful meat without having to do any work to get it. And even though he didn’t have anything to eat with that wasn’t his hands, Legend was happy that he at least had this. Although, his good mood wasn’t going to last. Because right as his fingers brushed against the cut - a bit dry, but he’d had worse - there was a loud roar from across the clearing. Legend’s head snapped up, and he saw a small army of bokoblins and moblins - all native to Wild’s Hyrule, and all of them in silver or gold colors.

“Mother fucker,” Legend swore loudly, giving up on his half-baked plan of pretending he didn’t exist and jumping away from the fire. He took stock of his situation. The group numbered ten - eight bokoblins, two moblins, half of the bokoblins gold and the other half silver and both moblins silver-colored as well - and although half of them didn’t carry weaponry, both of the moblins held a weapon of some sort. One carried a sword, and the other held a claymore, both of what Wild had called the “royal” variety.

“I am so screwed. Fuck you, Hylia,” Legend muttered to himself, his grasp on his sword tightening as he lifted it up in front of him. Guess he would be getting into a fight today. Brilliant. As the bokoblins started running at him - admittedly a bit stiltedly - Legend lifted up his sword and tucked his boomerang into his belt.

“Bring it, you little shits,” Legend said, more to hype himself up than to intimidate bokoblins. The only thing you really needed to intimidate bokoblins was having a weapon twice the size of yourself (according to Wild, at any rate). Unfortunately, all Legend had was his tempered sword, so that would have to do.

Everything was a whirlwind around him as the fighting started. Most of the bokoblins had clubs or spears of some sort - stay out of range of the spears even if they look like they’re made of wood and bone, those splinter, don’t want to get stuck on one of those - but there were two bokos carrying bows, one carrying a sword, and one of the moblins held a claymore. Bad news for Legend, who had to keep up a constant fervor of ducking and trying to get hits in when he could. If he had his shield he’d allow himself to get more daring with his attacks, but as it was he was already on the defensive. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted another attempt to bludgeon him with a gigantic spiked bat, and Legend snapped himself from his thoughts. No time to think.

He spun out of the way of the bat, started whirling his sword around, and sprung away the moment he felt his sword hit something. One of the silvers fell to the ground, its head detached from its body. Legend didn’t even pause, keeping up with his assault on the rest of the monsters.

One sword swing to counter the stab of a spear here, one duck away from a sword there, and a counterattack swiftly to follow that. Legend was developing a rhythm. Swing, duck, spin, slash, skid. It was a mark to Legend’s fighting ability that he managed to get a few cuts from the sword carried by one of the gold bokos and a couple nicks from close calls from arrows. There was a long gash on the left side of his tunic, and Legend thought that absentmindedly he’d have to repair that before going back to camp. He didn’t want to worry anyone.

Although that worry was all for naught, when he heard an extremely familiar cry of worry.

“Legend!” Snapped from his rhythm of movement, Legend looked over to see Hyrule running straight at him. Because of this, he missed the club swinging around towards his already-injured side. As he opened his mouth to yell at Hyrule to leave, he saw Hyrule’s eyebrows raise almost comically, before he was thrown across the clearing. His side felt like it was on fire. He still had his sword in his hand surprisingly, and thankfully his boomerang had been tucked into his belt on his other side. Reaching over to touch where the club had barrelled into him, his fingers came away damp and red. Almost as an afterthought to the pain he felt in his side, Legend had a thought. Well, now his shirt would definitely need to be repaired.

“Legend!” The worried cry of his name snapped him out of his somewhat addled thoughts. Oh, right. Hyrule was here. Hovering over him as the bokoblins and moblins started to process that neither of their quarries were present. They’d notice where the two of them were soon enough, Legend knew. Despite this, Legend shoved at Hyrule without an ounce of urgency as he started wringing his hands.

“Oh goddesses, I threw my pack off to the side and that’s where all the potions were, this isn’t good,” Hyrule muttered worriedly, and Legend shoved at him again.

“I can still fight, stop your worrying,” Legend replied, grabbing his sword and using it as extra support to get himself off the ground. Hyrule gave him a worried look, and Legend rolled his eyes.

“If you’re so worried, we can always fight close to one another,” Legend said. This didn’t appear to assuage Hyrule’s fears, but he nodded.

“That way, at least, I can cover your bad side with my shield,” Hyrule said, more to assure himself than to assure Legend of anything. Legend cracked a grin, hoping to help Hyrule feel a little bit better.

“Yeah. Let’s get rid of these little shits,” Legend said, taking his sword out of the ground and standing on slightly unsteady legs. He didn’t need them to be steady as long as they worked. Taking a deep breath, he stood next to Hyrule hefted up his sword, and that is when the monsters noticed where the two were.

“Get ready, Hyrule,” Legend murmured. Hyrule only nodded, lifting up his own sword and shield with a grim expression. They would have to put their all into this, Legend thought. And with nary a second to spare afterwards, the monsters were on them.

Legend and Hyrule worked cohesively, fighting back to back as the bokoblins surrounded them. Legend ended up having to catch the strikes from some of the clubs the bokoblins held with the blade of his sword to make sure those attacks wouldn’t hit Hyrule. And Hyrule made sure to catch all the arrows from the archer Legend hadn’t managed to take out on his shield. They all fell to the ground, with some of the arrows snapping. Legend took care to avoid the arrowheads, because even if the bows were poorly crafted, the arrows themselves were not. He didn’t want to have one get stuck in his boot, because that’d be a pain in the ass to remove.

As the duo whittled at the bokoblins circling around them, Legend kept an eye on the moblins behind them. They hadn’t charged in yet, which Legend thought was odd. He knew that the moblins knew that they weren’t friendly, but they weren’t attacking. Yet.

“Those moblins are acting odd!” Legend called out, blocking another swipe from a club with the flat of his blade before stabbing forward with his sword. Hyrule caught another arrow on his shield, swinging out his own blade shortly after.

“What do you mean odd?” Hyrule shouted back. They might be close to one another, but the noises of monsters around them mid-battle didn’t make for easy conversation.

“They’re not attacking even though all these bokos are! And that has suspicious written all over it!” Legend replied in kind as he managed to stab one of the golds in the stomach. It fell to the ground as it squealed and succumbed to the various cuts Legend had inflicted. There was an angry yell from the bokoblin next to it, and Legend quickly swiped his sword out at the source of the noise. The yell was cut off as Legend’s sword swiftly cut through the silver’s throat, causing it to collapse to the ground.

“They might be biding their time!” Hyrule called back as a gurgling noise came from behind him. Legend knew he’d taken out two before Hyrule arrived, and with the most recent additions that meant their chances were closer to 2 to 1 than 4 to 1. Legend liked those odds, he thought. But of course, right as Legend had his thought, the odds turned to most definitely not be in their favor. Thanks, Hylia.

“Shit,” Hyrule swore as the moblins lumbered over to them, their swords at the ready. Legend’s eyebrows rose. Hyrule, swearing? Damn. Didn’t know he could do that.

“Shit’s right, Hyrule!” Legend replied, locking his eyes on the moblins as they rushed - well, about as much as a moblin could rush - over to their battle. One ambled over to Legend’s side, the other to Hyrule’s. There was a sickening crunch as the moblin stepped on one of the heads of its fallen comrades, and Legend had to take a breath to prevent himself from gagging. Disgusting. Shaking his head the smallest amount, Legend hefted his sword up to block a swing from the moblin - this one had the sword, so the other had to have the claymore - and barely managed to prevent himself from falling over. Why did he think he could block a moblin’s sword with his own when he was already standing on unsteady legs? He didn’t know.

“Watch out for that claymore, Hyrule!” Legend called, moving a bit closer to the moblin. He didn’t hear Hyrule’s affirmative, but he assumed that Hyrule had heard. The moblin swung its sword again, and this time Legend ducked under the swing, stabbing forward with his sword after the moblin’s sword passed over his head. There was a mighty roar in response, and Legend yanked his sword from the moblin’s stomach as it swung its sword again, and Legend barely managed to duck.

Chancing a glance behind him, Legend’s eyes widened. He ducked as the moblin in front of him swung its sword again, but his eyes were locked on the moblin holding the claymore. Hyrule was moving left and right and left and right again, trying desperately to avoid the heavy handed swings the monster was capable of. Not only that, Hyrule was trying to avoid the arrows from that damned archer. Legend reluctantly tore his eyes away, managing to get into the moblin’s space and getting a second stab into its gut. The moblin let out a mighty roar, and Legend angrily stabbed it again, putting more force behind it. As he yanked his sword out and the moblin roared even louder, he heard a cry.

Whipping around, Legend saw Hyrule with an arrow sticking out of his leg. Hyrule faltered right as the moblin lifted its claymore, and Legend knew exactly what he needed to do. Ignoring the other enemies around them, Legend sprinted to Hyrule and shoved him out of the way. Just in time, too. The moblin’s claymore swung down, and Legend was in agony. He heard seams ripping in his shirt, and chanced a look down. Oh. Now that was deep. There was a diagonal gash along his chest, and he was losing blood at a very rapid rate.

“Legend!” He heard an agonized scream as his knees gave out and he fell onto his back. His vision was fading out rapidly, as the grass below him started to grow damp and warm. He knew it was his own blood. Almost absentmindedly, he heard the crackling of thunder out of nowhere, and what he could see went teal. Oh. Hyrule must’ve cast a spell. Which one was that again…? He blinked, and he could see a blurry face in front of him.

“Legend, Legend c’mon… No!” A familiar voice cried, and Legend let himself smile. Of course Hyrule would worry. But he didn’t need to. He tried to lift up his arm, but it wouldn’t move.

“I’ll… Be fine, ‘rule,” Legend said, coughing. There was something warm on his face. The darkness was encroaching on all sides, and the last thing he saw before it all faded out was the pink and orange and yellow of the slowly darkening sky.

When Legend’s eyes fluttered back open, his vision was blurry. There was a lot of green around him, and he could feel something damp underneath him. And he could hear sobbing. For a moment, he was caught off-guard, because there wasn’t anyone around that would be sobbing? Who was sobbing then? It was baffling, until Legend remembered. Oh. Yeah. He’d gone and died on Hyrule, who didn’t know. Well.

“Hyrule..?” Legend croaked, and wow his voice sounded horrible. He’d need to either drink something or wash his mouth out. Not at all to his surprise, there was a high pitched scream and Legend’s vision had a sword point front and center.

“What the fuck,” Hyrule said, voice cracking in the middle of his sentence. Legend opened his mouth to speak again, when the sword’s point fell and as Legend’s vision cleared up a bit more, he could see Hyrule on his knees with his sword next to him. His face was red and his eyes were puffy and his voice was a bit hoarse. Legend opened his mouth to speak, but Hyrule beat him to it.

“What the fuck was that Legend? You died!” Hyrule shouted. His voice cracked again, and Legend winced slightly. That was louder than he was expecting. This time, when Legend made to speak, he wasn’t interrupted.

“I… It’s a long story,” Legend said, coughing after he spoke. He really needed water if he was going to talk. Hyrule reached over and passed him something. Water flask. Legend took a few sips, spitting out the first sip with a bit of blood and swallowing the rest. The water went down tasting of copper. He coughed a few more times, before sitting up.

“We’ve got time,” Hyrule replied as Legend passed him back his flask and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He could still taste copper in his mouth, but he’d make do for now. He glanced over at Hyrule and noted the absence of an arrow sticking out of his leg. He must’ve healed himself then. Looking away from Hyrule and taking a look down at his undershirt, Legend blanched. The seam at his left sleeve had been decimated, the green tinted a dark brown color along where the moblin had cut him. The ends of the fabric curled up a bit, and when Legend touched it, the fabric was still a bit damp.

“If we’re going back to camp, I doubt I can wear this,” he muttered to himself. Before he could say anything, something soft smacked him in the face, before falling into his lap. Legend looked down to his lap to see one of Hyrule’s spare tunics. Legend looked back up to Hyrule looking away from him pointedly.

“You can borrow that until we get back to camp,” Hyrule said, keeping his eyes on the trees around them. Legend hummed in reply, weaseling his way out of his ruined undershirt. Goddesses, this would be a nightmare to fix. At least he hadn’t been wearing his tunic at the same time, because then it would truly be a nightmare. Legend chanced a look down after he took off his shirt and whistled lowly at the sight. There was a wide scar across his chest, from his left shoulder down to his right hip. The edges were faint, but the center was a darker color than the rest. Hm.

Without looking back down at the new scar he’d acquired, Legend wriggled his way into Hyrule’s borrowed undershirt. The shoulders were a bit too tight, but Legend would manage. Folding the ruined undershirt up and tucking it into his belt, Legend moved to stand back up. Before he could, though, there was a hand preventing him from doing so.

“Are you sure you should be moving around, Legend?” Hyrule asked, his eyebrows furrowed worriedly. Legend shrugged.

“Well, I feel about as fine as someone who was recently dead could feel, I guess. But this isn’t my first go-around, so I should be alright,” Legend said. He moved to stand up again, and this time Hyrule didn’t stop him. Although that might’ve been due to him being frozen in place.

“What do you mean this has happened before?” Hyrule asked, voice quiet and shaking. Legend took a moment to think on what he’d just said. That might’ve not been the best choice of words. He sighed, looking around for his sword and his boomerang. Luckily, those were at least nearby. As he reached over to pick them up, Legend pondered. He’d need to tell Hyrule what exactly had happened, but. How to phrase it?

“Well. It’s a bit hard to explain, but I can try to,” Legend said, standing back up and dusting his boomerang off before tucking it into his belt - thankfully his own belt hadn’t been ruined, so he wore it with Hyrule’s undershirt. Hyrule also got up, grabbing his sword, shield and pack from the ground next to him.

“We should probably head back to camp. It’s been an hour since I left to find you, I think,” Hyrule said, hefting his pack up onto one shoulder. Legend grimaced. He’d been gone for over an hour? And how long had he been out for?

“I guess we’ll walk and talk then,” Legend said, chancing a glance up at the sky. The sun had been growing closer to the horizon line when he’d “died,” but now there was barely any light left. They’d need to get back to camp before the light completely died. Or at least, they’d need to carry a torch.

“I guess,” Hyrule replied, adjusting his pack a bit. Legend looked away from the horizon he could see, and glanced around the camp. The fire was still lit… There! He could carry a torch with his free hand. Making his way over to the campfire under Hyrule’s curious gaze, Legend grabbed a torch and lit it.

“Oh, that’s a good idea,” Hyrule commented as Legend hefted the torch above his head.

“We don’t want to get caught in the dark without a light. ‘Least we can follow the pockmarks I made in the trees with my boomerang,” Legend said, starting to head towards the edge of the clearing towards the forest proper. Hyrule fell into step beside him, and as they started their walk through the forest, it was quiet for a few moments. Eventually, though, the silence was broken.

“So. About what happened back there,” Legend said. Hyrule glanced over at him, a spark of some sort in his eyes. Legend couldn’t identify it, and he couldn’t say for sure whether it was a good kind of spark or a bad one. Hyrule didn’t say a word, though, only nodding for Legend to continue. Legend took a deep breath, before stopping and adjusting his grip on his sword. Hyrule came to a stop next to him and gave him a curious look.

“I… In all my adventures, that’s happened at least once. I don’t know how it works, and I don’t know why it happens, it just does. I “die” and then I come back, all my wounds healed and only faint scars to speak of the memory,” Legend said, lifting up the bottom of his borrowed undershirt and tugged his shorts up a bit. Stark against his leg was an old scar, one that looked a bit similar to a star with how it spiked out.

“Got this one in my Hyrule. Arrow went straight threw and hit something vital, I ended up bleeding out,” Legend continued. That wasn’t a pleasant memory. He had just left a dungeon in Lorule and had gone back to Hyrule when he was ambushed by a group of soldiers. One of them had managed to get him in the leg, and he’d run off with the pegasus boots and barely made it to his house that Ravio had been taking residence in. That’s how Ravio had found out about this curse of his. Hyrule hissed as Legend let his shorts and borrowed tunic fall back to their original places.

“That must’ve been painful,” Hyrule says, shaking his head slightly and looking back at Legend’s face. Legend nodded, before readjusting his grip on his sword and starting to walk again. Hyrule started trotting after him, seeming to be pondering something. Legend let the silence marinate for a bit, before letting out a deep breath.

“You’ve got something on your mind. Spit it out,” Legend said, catching Hyrule off-guard. He started spluttering and put one of his hands up defensively.

“W-what? No! I-I-I don’t have any questions or-or anything!” Hyrule replied, waving his extended hand wildly. Legend smirked a bit, and Hyrule’s face fell defeatedly.

“Ask away,” Legend replied, hoping that Hyrule wouldn’t ask a question that he didn’t want to answer. That wouldn’t end well for either of them.

“Do… Do you know why?” Hyrule asked. Legend paused, puzzling over that for a moment. Why… Why he couldn’t die?

“I don’t really know, Hyrule. Found out during my first adventure when I got stabbed and got back up after bleeding out on the forest floor, but I never figured out why,” Legend replied, a lot more nonchalantly than he probably should’ve. Hyrule balked at Legend’s answer, and he could imagine why.

“Didn’t… Didn’t you say you were thirteen on your first adventure?” Hyrule asked, voice extremely small. Legend nodded once as he kept walking, but he stopped after a few feet when he realized that Hyrule wasn’t standing next to him. Legend turned around, raising an eyebrow at Hyrule, who stood stock-still as he stared at the ground.

“You alright over there?” Legend asked, giving Hyrule a once-over. Was he… Was he trembling?

“You were younger than I was, Legend. It might’ve been by a year, but you died when you were thirteen!” Hyrule said, his voice low but full of passion. Legend paused for a moment, before nodding once.

“Yeah. But I’m still standing now, aren’t I?” Legend asked. Hyrule blinked a few times, before shaking his head a bit.

“I mean… Yeah, but-!” Hyrule was cut off by Legend continuing to bulldoze through his point.

“I’m standing now, and that’s what matters. The past is in the past, and we can’t change it. All we can really focus on is the future, Hyrule,” Legend said, turning away from Hyrule to look up at the sky. The stars were starting to come out, and Legend spotted one familiar constellation among the stars above his head as more and more pinpricks of light came into view.

“You’re… You’re right,” Hyrule said from behind him. Legend didn’t glance behind him, but he did look over when he felt someone stand next to him. Hyrule stood there, a determined look on his face. Legend didn’t question it verbally, only raising an eyebrow. Hyrule locked eyes with him.

“In the future, you’re not going to have to do anything like that. You shouldn’t have to do anything like that to make sure anyone’s safe, because you should stay safe too,” Hyrule continued. He clenched a fist, and broke eye contact to look down at it.

“I’ll make sure of it,” Hyrule finished. The two were quiet for a few moments, the only sound around them being the sound of crickets and cicadas around them. They both stood there for a couple minutes, letting the stars fully come out and the sun to fall below the horizon. The moon had started to rise before either of them spoke up again.

“We really should get back to camp. Wild had finally figured out how to dry out some wood when I left, and Twilight told me he’d probably be two hours. I think it’s half an hour’s walk from here to camp?” Hyrule said, shaking them both from the almost-trance they were in. Legend nodded. The two started walking again, and there was a comfortable silence between the two of them as they walked. Eventually, though, it broke again.

“So, um. Are you going to talk to anyone else about this?” Hyrule asked, trying his best to phrase his question carefully. Legend flinched, and Hyrule flinched in response.

“Of course not. You wouldn’t know if you hadn’t seen it. It’s like what I said earlier - I don’t want to talk about my secrets and if no one else has to reveal theirs then I don’t need to talk about mine,” Legend replied, trying his best to not sound icy. He knew he failed when Hyrule flinched again.

“But… Wouldn’t it be a good idea to just… I don’t know, just talk about it? It’d be… therapeutic in a sense?” Hyrule said, his statement sounding more like a question than Legend thought he probably wanted it to.

“None of my secrets will come out unless it’s under circumstances like these, or if I absolutely need to. Suffice it to say the latter likely won’t happen, and I’m hoping to prevent the former from happening again,” Legend said.

“I… If you’re sure,” Hyrule replied quietly, and Legend saw him looking down at the ground. With a few deft movements, Legend reached over and gave Hyrule a pat on the shoulder.

“Think about it this way. You’re part of an exclusive club that only has four people - me, you, my Zelda, and Ravio,” Legend said with a grin. Hyrule looked up and gave a small smile in response.

“But I do have to ask. I don’t want to talk about this with the others, so unless I give you the okay to - which likely won’t happen - please don’t mention anything about what happened to the rest of them. As to why I’m borrowing one of your undershirts, mine got caught on a jagged tree branch and a giant hole got ripped in it,” Legend continued, adjusting the wrinkled undershirt he had tucked into his belt. There was still the matter of bloodstains on it… Oh.

Hyrule’s eyebrows rose as Legend walked over to a mud puddle and pulled his bloodied undershirt from his belt. He opened his mouth to ask what Legend was doing, when Legend threw the shirt into the mud and stepped on it, moving his foot around for good measure.

“What are you doing?” Hyrule asked incredulously as Legend picked up the muddied undershirt from the puddle. Legend grinned.

“When my shirt got caught on the branch, I fell into a mud puddle. I cleaned myself off and you let me borrow this undershirt. I’ll probably need to slip into one of my own when we get back to camp, though, this is tight around my shoulders,” Legend said. Hyrule only nodded dumbly.

“I… Alright,” he said, not really understanding what Legend was doing but going along with it. Legend took one look at Hyrule’s dumbfounded expression before bursting out laughing.

“Your face! It’s hilarious!” Legend said as he laughed, though Hyrule didn’t join him. He was still baffled. As Legend’s quick bout of laughter died down, he gave Hyrule another serious look.

“But in all seriousness, I can trust you won’t tell the rest of them, right?” Legend asked. It was quiet for a moment, before Hyrule nodded once.

“Yeah. And… I wanted to apologize. I put you on the spot in front of everyone earlier, and I shouldn’t’ve done that,” Hyrule said. Legend waved a hand.

“Just don’t do it again,” Legend said. Hyrule nodded again, and the two kept on walking, keeping up light conversation as they did.

Legend could hear a slightly panicked voice as he walked to the edge of the tree line around the small clearing their cave campsite let out into.

“What if they got lost, or one of them got hurt, Time? You should let me go after them,” Twilight said. Legend could see Twilight pacing back and forth at the mouth of the cave, and Time wasn’t visible. Warriors, however, was. He was fiddling with his sword almost absentmindedly.

“Legend’s the most experienced adventurer in the group, pup. Have some confidence in him. And Hyrule’s no slouch either. They’ll be fine,” Time replied, and Legend raised an eyebrow as he locked eyes with Hyrule. Time was that confident in the two of them, huh?

“Twilight’s not the only one who’s worried, Time,” Warriors said, gesturing in the cave to someone that Legend couldn’t see.

“And Hyrule said he’d be back before Wild finished up making food and he’s almost done with that,” Warriors added, gesturing towards Wild, presumably. Twilight spun around to face towards where Legend presumed Time was and threw his hands up.

“Why’re you acting so nonchalant about this! Just because Legend’s experienced doesn’t mean he’s immune to injuries!” Twilight said, sounding a bit frustrated. Legend chose that moment to step out from the trees with Hyrule only a step behind him.

“I’d like to think that I am, thanks,” Legend called as he started walking towards the cave. Twilight whirled back around and blinked a few times, before running up and giving Legend a hug without warning.

“Oof!” Legend said. Twilight held on tight for a few seconds, before letting go and stepping back, still keeping a light hold on Legend’s shoulders.

“You’re wearing one of Hyrule’s undershirts, what happened?” Twilight asked as Warriors walked - it seemed more like he power walked, but Legend couldn’t tell - up to the three of them.

“Well, when Hyrule showed up when I was walking a bit off the path, I tripped and my shirt got caught on this jaggedy tree branch and got torn. Ended up falling face-first into a mud puddle. Luckily there was a lake that I could clean up in nearby, and Hyrule let me borrow one of his undershirts so I wouldn’t be walking around with a muddy torn open undershirt. It would’ve been bad for both of us if we’d gotten attacked when I was wearing that,” Legend explained. Twilight narrowed his eyes a bit, before nodding.

“That would’ve been real bad, yeah,” Warriors said as Twilight started leading him back into the cave. Legend could smell something a bit gamey, and his stomach grumbled its protest. Twilight started laughing at that, and quickly all four of them were all laughing at Legend’s minor misfortune.

“Dinner’s almost ready, you four!” Wild called out, and a chorus of gasps rang out from the cave. Four, Wind and Sky, Legend guessed. As the four of them walked into the cave to the delightful smell of roasting meat and vegetables, Legend and Hyrule locked eyes. Hyrule gave Legend the smallest of nods, and Legend cracked a small smile in response.

What happened that day, Legend thought as dinner was served, was an utter disaster. He hadn’t been expecting a fight with a mob of monsters, or for Hyrule to find out one of the secrets he held closest to his heart. But he couldn’t change that now, so he supposed he’d just go with it. He wouldn’t purposefully be revealing that secret to anyone else, anyways.

At least none of his other secrets had surfaced. Legend was definitely not ready to explain any of them to their motley crew of Links. Especially his fourth adventure. That wouldn’t ever be coming out.

When everyone settled down for that night, Legend moved outside to go and look at the stars again, trying to spot familiar patterns in the dark sky. No one moved to join him, since he was on first watch for the night. It was calming, he thought, as he glanced up occasionally to map out the stars above him. He didn’t find many familiar constellations, but there were a few he noted. At least there was that one constant.

Legend knew that he was a secretive man. This was an established fact that anyone that knew him longer than five minutes could agree with. He might not have intended to share one of those secrets that day, but it happened. He couldn’t’ve stopped it, even if he’d really wanted to. And Legend wasn’t sure he would’ve wanted to. Well, aside from the whole dying part, but that’s neither here nor there. His point was that he felt a little lighter. He wasn’t going to go sharing any secrets with anyone any time soon, but maybe… Maybe having someone to talk about this one while he travelled wasn’t the worst idea.

Bonus:

“None of my secrets will come out unless necessary or if I want to play a prank on Warriors, let’s be real,” Legend said. The duo were quiet for a moment, before they both started laughing their asses off, because this was a wonderful idea.

“Now that would be a sight to see!” Hyrule managed to say between his laughs. Legend nodded, unable to speak due to his own raucous laughter. Maybe he would do that…

A month later, Legend proceeded to scare the everloving shit out of Warriors by popping out of a wall and saying ‘boo’. He might’ve gotten stabbed because of it, but it was totally worth it.

#linked universe #loz #nerdiwrites #warnings for:#violence #character death #(don't worry that's not permanent)#but aside from that: HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOAF I LOVE YOU #this fic is wonderful i had so much fun writing it :D

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Legend Found

Oooh, this is so late! But it’s up now, as promised! Shout out to @strugglingtoast for helping me to find the inspiration and motivation needed to write this! I am so grateful to have a friend like you!

I have to ask, is it just me, or do any of you guys end up smiling whenever Ravio’s theme starts playing? I can never not smile when I hear it! I love that boy so much.

Remember, remember, I own nothing but my writing! LU belongs to Jojo56830!

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The first painful collision with the sharp edge of a rock was absorbed by Time’s golden armor.

The second sent his head whipping back and his right leg bending unnaturally.

The third, his skull cracked against a boulder and his head swam. His vision flickered and his ears rang.

The fourth, Time was sure he felt a couple of ribs crack.

The fifth, he wished the painful endeavour would come to an end. His body twisted and bounced in ways he never thought possible, and the agony racing through his veins made him want to scream. How he kept from doing so was beyond him.

The sixth, Time’s breath was stolen from him. The impact was harsher than the last five, and his arms loosened. His precious burden slipped from his hold.

He heard a rabbit warbling and his heart lurched. Darkness clouded his vision as consciousness started to fade.

“Skittles..!” Time weakly reached a hand for the rabbit he could faintly see tumbling down the cliff above him. The poor animal rolled and bounced off every rock possible before crashing onto a flat slab halfway down.

Time managed a small, relieved, smile when he suddenly went over yet another edge.

Agony. Sheer, unadulterated pain. Broken bones.

Time thought the torment would never end. He saw the ground closing in, and then…

There was peace.

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“Hey!” A finger poked his cheek.

His head rolled limply to the side.

“Hey, Mister?” The firm prodding continued, the familiar voice echoing in Time’s muddled and pain-filled mind. The gradual rise to consciousness was an arduous process Time wished he didn’t have to undergo.

His head throbbed agonizingly, the darkness behind closed lids swimming. His stomach twisted and churned, nausea growing every second he began to stir. His body ached, fire lancing through him as some of his cracked and broken bones screamed for relief. It didn’t help that he was lying on his back with sharp, irregularly-shaped, rocks digging uncomfortably into his skin.

How far and for how long had he fallen? The pain should be worse, but Time supposed he should be thankful it wasn’t.

“Wake up!”

Time winced, groaning in discomfort. His features twisted. The pain only intensified as he forced himself to stir.

“You awake?”

Why did he know that voice? Who did it belong to..?

The incessant prodding returned, pressing into his cheek and moving his head.

“I know it’s painful-”

You have absolutely no idea…

“-but you need to wake up!”

Time could have sighed.

“Mr. Hero’s going to kill me if you don’t move.”

Mr. Hero..? Hylia, but his mind was slow. It was hard to think or even focus. His head pounded horribly, muddling his thoughts and slowing his reactions.

A shrill tweeting sound caused Time to cringe which, in turn, made the pain already encompassing his body rise up a notch.

“Sheerow!” The voice scolded quietly, “He has a concussion! Tone it down!”

A contrite and remorseful chirp followed.

“It’s not me you should be apologizing too.”

Time felt something nudge at his cheek. Feathers brushed against his skin and the oldest Link had a strong feeling he should know who they belonged to. He’d met them before…

Forcing his single good eye to open, Time almost slid it back shut when the soft moonlight pierced them.

He blinked owlishly, ignoring the way in which the luminescent rays viciously stabbed at them. He opened his eye wider and wider until it could go no further.

A purple blob was leaning over him, a blue blob floating next to it. He squeezed his eye shut then tried again. The blurriness had alleviated a bit, allowing Time to see an eerily familiar violet-coloured rabbit hood with big, floppy, ears and huge eyes.The blue blob beside it was a weird-looking bird.

What a sight to wake up to...

The purple-hooded teen perked up, the bird performing a relieved dance in the air and singing sweetly.

“Ah, you’re awake!” He nodded to himself, “Good, good! I was afraid Mr. Hero was going to murder me if you died!”

He wore the biggest smile possible while saying those words.

Time’s mouth moved, but it took a few seconds until he could whisper hoarsely, “Ra...vio?”

He was pretty sure that was his name.

“You remember my name? That’s a good sign!” Relief coated his tone and Ravio gently touched his hands to Time’s throbbing head, checking the wounds he’d already bandaged. “Your friend was in such a state of panic when we found you!”

Confusion furrowed Time’s brow. Friend? Had one of the others found him?

Ravio caught it and clarified, “The pink rabbit.”

Time’s eye widened, “Skittles..?” So, Skittles was safe and sound? That was a relief to hear. Then, where was that insufferable little rabbit? Time couldn’t hear him chattering anywhere nearby, chewing him out for having not heeded his warning. Nor could he see the pink fluffball anywhere in the vicinity.

The corner of Ravio’s lips twitched upwards in amusement,

“Is that his name?” He mused, snickering a couple times. “Oh, he must love it.”

Sheerow trilled almost as if he were laughing along with Ravio.

Why did Time get the feeling they knew something he didn’t?

Time groaned again when the world spun around him, tilting in such odd and extreme angles that the nausea almost grew overbearing. His eye drifted shut, hoping to quell it.

Ravio’s smile faded and he quickly turned to rifle through his bag.

“Lucky for you, I have another fairy.”

Time heard him tug something out- undoubtedly a bottle- and uncork it. Had he said another fairy? So he’d already used one before Time had awakened? Perhaps that was why he wasn’t completely immobilized by pain and his body wasn’t completely broken.

Ravio politely asked the little fairy to heal him as best she could, and the fairy generously did.

Time felt the relief seep into his bones as they mended themselves. The pounding of his head had lessened, and his nauseousness wasn’t quite as bad. He risked sitting up, ignoring the dull aching sensations that still lingered. Ravio steadied him when he was struck by an incredible bout of dizziness.

It appeared the concussion was still there.

“C-careful now! You’re still badly injured,” Ravio concernedly chided, Sheerow chirping admonishingly. Time ignored them for a few seconds, carefully turning his head every-which-way in search of a missing rabbit.

His head protested greatly and he leaned forward, folding his hands beneath his chin and elbows digging into his knees. He slid his eye shut when the pounding intensified, making it difficult for him to focus.

“Where is Skittles?” He ground out between clenched teeth, clasping his hands tighter.

Ravio grinned widely and twisted so he could look past his shoulder at something. Time followed his line of vision in time to see a pink head peer around a rock and straight at him.

He blinked slowly.

“Skittles..?” For it was indeed the pink bunny himself.

Skittles’ ears shot up at the familiar voice. He clucked happily, squeezing himself between a couple of boulders and making a mad dash for Time. Time cracked a smile when the bunny dove into his lap, pawing at his tunic in immense relief. He twisted and turned, almost performing a mad dance as he uttered a neverending stream of joyful sounds.

Ravio watched and had to hide his growing smirk behind his hand. It was a good thing he’d chosen to slip his hood up otherwise he feared the bunny would have torn him apart.

He didn’t doubt that Skittles was capable of doing so.

Oh, he’d never let him live it down! Once he got home, he would jot everything down in his journal- in detail. Mr. Hero would never be able to deny it!

Time pat the rabbit’s head, running a hand up and down Skittles’ spine and marveling at his incredibly soft fur.

“It’s good to see you too, Skittles,” Time told the bunny one he’d settled, seemingly satisfied to see he was more or less unharmed. Skittles made himself comfortable, for he had no intention of moving now that Time was awake. “You look better than when I last saw you.”

He received a sharp nip from Skittles on the finger. Hissing, Time whipped his finger back and flicked it in the air,

“What was that for?” He groused.

Skittles glowered at him, although the worry and fear in his eyes belied his true feelings. The rabbit then turned his back on Time with a huff, as if punishing the Hylian for having scared him half to death.

Time’s expression flatlined. This bunny’s temperament rivaled that of Legend’s!

“He was badly hurt when I found him,” Ravio’s voice drew Time’s attention back to him as the elder Hylian attempted to coax Skittles into looking at him. He stubbornly refused to. “But the wounds weren’t as bad as yours. He’s still not completely healed-” He sternly looked to the rabbit, “And shouldn’t be moving about so much.”

Skittles jutted his chin up rebelliously, snapping back.

Ravio quirked an eyebrow, “Really?”

An affirmative cluck.

“Is that so?” Ravio purposefully poked the rabbit’s side- hard.

Skittles shrieked, startling Time, and reflexively retaliated by biting at Ravio’s hand. Ravio managed to whip the appendage back before sharp teeth could tear through his skin.

“Oh, did that hurt?” Ravio pointedly asked the seething rabbit, a hint of sarcasm dripping from his words. Time watched the two interact, his gaze settling on Skittles in concern. He gently placed his much larger hand on Skittles’ back. “He refused to allow me to treat him until we found you,” Ravio explained again, a red potion materializing in his hand, “He went mad with worry.”

Time blinked slowly. Where on earth did Ravio keep everything?

Skittles shuffled and pressed himself against Time. He lifted the Hylian’s arm and draped it over him as if that would protect him from Ravio. He was still missing patches of his fur, Time realized. He was careful not to touch the skin that was visible.

Ravio heaved a sigh at the pitiful sight, “And even when we found you, he wouldn’t let me so much as touch him until I’d bandaged most of your hurts. But he’s awake now and you still need healing!” He directed the last bit to Skittles. The rabbit didn’t move except to make himself smaller.

Time couldn’t help the small grin that grew from the rabbit’s antics,

“Come now, Skittles,” He softly urged with a pat on the Skittles’ head, “You do need taking care of.”

Skittles growled when Ravio tried to proffer the Red Potion again.

Ravio’s shoulders slumped and Time could tell he was glaring fiercely at the defiant bunny.

“He’s fine!”

Skittles turned his head away, pawing at Time’s tunic meaningfully.

“You need it more than he does right now,” Ravio tried to reason.

It was useless.

Ravio heaved a sigh.

“Why must you be so stubborn?” He grumbled before handing the bottle to Time. “He won’t take it.”

“Then why give it to me?”

“He wants you to have it.” He glared at Skittles again before giving Time a pleading look, “Please take it so he’ll finally cooperate!”

Time could have laughed, but thought better of it. He knew just how difficult Skittles could be. The animal would refuse any help until he was certain Time was alright. The leader lifted the bottle and grimaced as the foul taste of the potion touched his tongue and spread. He swallowed quickly before lowering the bottle and returning it to Ravio.

The Hero shuddered as a sudden chill raced down his spine and looked down when he felt a paw tap his chest. Skittles had risen onto his hind legs and was gracing him with a worried look, nose quivering.

It was a rather endearing thing to see. Not that Time would ever admit that aloud. Skittles was rather expressive and whenever Wind was down, he would make faces at the Sailor until Wind could no longer suppress his laughter.

“I’m fine, Skittles.” He promised.

And he was. He felt tons better now that he’d had both a fairy and a Red Potion to work their magic, if only a bit tired and exhausted.

Skittles appraised him critically before settling back, apparently satisfied by whatever he’d found. Most likely, he’d sensed the truth in Time’s words.

The bunny cringed when his arm twinged painfully and cradled it against his chest. Red suddenly blocked his vision and Skittles found Ravio practically shoving the potion into his face.

“Take it,” He ordered.

Skittles blatantly refused, shoving the disgusting bottle away. He avoided those revolting potions if he could.

A finger tapped Skittles’ chin, lifting his head up so he was eye-to-eye with a stern Time.

“You will take that potion now, Skittles. I won’t be held responsible when Wild finds how badly hurt you are and how difficult you’ve been. Have you seen Wild when he’s angry?”

In fact, yes. He had.

Skittles needed no further prompting. He snatched the Red Potion from Ravio’s hand and gulped down the rest at record speed.

Time was stunned.

“Thank Hylia!” Ravio praised with exasperated relief. Sheerow echoed him, bouncing up and down in the air. The poor boy was unprepared for the glass bottle to be flung back at his face and yelped as he fell back in shock.

“Skittles!” Time admonished, the scolding slipping from him almost instinctively. Skittles shot him a smug look, earning a bop on his nose. Skittles’ nose crinkled and the rabbit lifted his paws to cover it in surprise. “You’re lucky it was me and not Wild who saw that,”

By the Gods, this infuriating rabbit was more human than animal!

Skittles pawed at his head, tugging his ears down and hiding his face from view almost shamefully. Time rolled his unscarred eye.

He was about to tell the rabbit to stop his overdramatic self when Skittles moved and curled up against him.

Ravio, who’d quickly recovered from the sudden assault, lightly coughed to cover up his laughter. He remained on the ground, palms planted into the soil as he kept himself propped up. His beaming smile remained.

Clearly, Skittles was far too relieved that Time was alright to care about anything right now.

“Well, Mr. Hero will definitely be happy to see you up on your feet!” Ravio chirped, and Time’s expression fell slightly. Ravio’s grin withered uncertainly, catching the blatant look of pure murder Skittles was shooting him.“Wh-what’s wrong?” He stammered, shrinking under the glare.

How could Mr. Hero be so scary in rabbit form?

Time took to petting Skittles. How to break this to the boy..? He stared down at the pink bundle in his lap, unseeing.

“Ravio…” He started with a sigh, “Legend…”

“Legend what..?” Ravio pressed, terribly confused. Mr. Hero was right-

Understanding dawned on him when he looked from the rabbit to the unknowing Hero.

Oh…

Oh.

“Legend disappeared seven days ago.” Time finally settled with, voice quiet and head bowed. He curved his hand around Skittles’ neck, grim. Skittles raised his head with a soft cluck, nudging the Hero’s hand and placing his paw on the one he’d been resting his chin on.

Time found it hard to face Ravio. He knew how much the teen looked up to Legend. The entire time they’d spent at Legend’s storehouse, Ravio basically glomped Legend whenever he would see him and always greet him with an enthusiastic cry of, “Mr. Hero!”

As much as Legend would shout and snark at him, telling Ravio off and ordering him to release him, Legend never once pushed him away. And he’d defend Ravio if any of them said anything about the hooded and abnormally cheerful teen. He’d allowed Ravio to stay in his storehouse to, quote-on-quote, ‘watch his stuff.’

He wasn’t fooling Time. Once, Time had caught him begrudgingly patting Ravio’s head after a particularly bad scare.

Time knew better. He’d learned to read in between the lines. He’d learned to really look at Legend and see how he truly felt about matters.

‘He’s dead!’ Time recalled him crying out when Wild had been knocked unconscious. The worry had been carefully hidden, but Time had caught it. He’d truly been afraid for Wild and expressed it in true Legend fashion.

When he got after Hyrule after he’d been injured, Time knew it had been more out of worry than actual anger.

“We haven’t been able to find him.”

Ravio didn’t utter a single word.

The silence was worse than if he’d actually spoken.

Time could understand. Devastation coiled in the pit of his stomach. Not only was Legend gone, but they had changed worlds. How else could Ravio be here?

When and how it had happened, Time didn’t know. He wondered if his fall had anything to do with it. Now...If Legend were alive...he was possibly stuck in Hyrule’s world. Unless the Goddess had mercy on them and transported Legend along with them.

A hand settled on his shoulder and Time forced himself to lift his head and face Ravio.

The hood he wore covered his eyes and masked his expression, and Time couldn’t interpret how Ravio had taken the news from his body language. The boy had his head lowered, and Time felt a pang in his heart.

Grief, is what he associated it with. Or perhaps he was too shocked to truly digest Time’s words.

“Let’s head to the Storehouse...” Ravio quietly told him, “You need rest, but first,” the young Lorulean picked a protesting Skittles up off Time’s lap and set him down on the ground. In a rare show of solemnity, he whispered somberly to the rabbit, “Better hurry, Mr. Hero,” He motioned meaningfully in the direction of Legend’s storehouse, “You’ve kept them agonizing about your fate for too long. They’re beginning to despair.” He discreetly eyed Time when saying this. Facing Skittles once more, he lifted his hand that was curled into a fist and brought it close to the rabbit.

Uncurling his fingers, he revealed the Moon Pearl he’d managed to swipe from Time’s pack.

Skittles stayed there for a moment, eyes riveted to the orb, debating.

Then, he looked up and met Ravio’s eyes with gratitude and acceptance. He cradled the Pearl in his paws and drew it close. Before he took his leave, he raised a paw and bopped Ravio’s nose. The eccentric merchant inwardly celebrated, a smile splitting his lips as he watched Skittles spin around and race away with remarkable speed.

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When Time next awoke, he felt more refreshed but no better than earlier. His dreams had been haunted with despairing visions of Legend. Of several possibilities of what could have befallen him. He’d watched Legend die in every way possible, over and over and over again. It was an endless cycle. And there was nothing he could do.

When Legend would die, his dream would restart, and he’d be forced to watch Legend die again.

It reminded him painfully of Clocktown, but there was no saving Legend. He couldn’t warn him- couldn’t prevent his death. Anytime he tried to cry out, his voice would fail him. The dreams stole his ability to speak away.

Heaving a sigh, Time took a moment to recollect himself. He knew with every passing day, the hope the Links clung to slipped away. It was getting more difficult for them to press onward when the probability of finding Legend alive was depreciating.

He willed those dark thoughts away and turned his head. Time’s heart nearly leaped into his throat when a purple bunny suddenly appeared in his line of vision. Big, huge eyes that peered into one’s soul met his and Time almost started.

“Ravio!” He fell back onto the bed, fixing the hooded boy with an unappreciative look, “A little warning next time?”

Ravio laughed gleefully, Sheerow trilling with amusement, “That was the same reaction Mr. Hero had when he woke up!” Then, in a much lower tone, he added with a wicked smile, “Except he fell out of bed.”

That...must have made for an amusing sight, Time imagined sorrowfully. He appraised the younger teen, wondering at his bright and chipper demeanor. How was Ravio so upbeat and smiley after learning of his friend’s disappearance?

Sitting up, Time grimaced when his body ached in protest. He raked a hand through his hair, looking around curiously. They were in Legend’s house, that he recognized. But, when had they gotten there? He could vaguely remember Ravio helping him down the path...

He turned himself around, shifting until he could slip out of the bed that was a little too small for him. Before he could stand, however, Ravio stilled him with a hand on his shoulder.

Time looked to him and blinked in surprise when the teen lifted his hood so they could see eye-to-eye.

“Um, sir...” He began, his previous cheerful demeanor gone, but the kind and warm gleam remained in his incredibly green eyes, “I should probably tell you before you get up,”

“Tell me what, Ravio?” Time inquired. He then noticed the absence of a certain pink bunny.

Again.

“Where is Skittles?”

Ravio looked away briefly, “He’s...gone,” He replied carefully.

Time felt his heart sink. Skittles was gone? When had this happened? Had they been attacked on their way back? Had something happened while he was unconscious?

His intense gaze settled on Ravio, and the Lorulean shrunk under it.

“What do you mean ‘gone?’”

Ravio cleared his throat and averted his gaze. Time’s heart sunk even more. What would he tell Wild? Or to Wind and Hyrule? Those three were attached to the hot-headed rabbit.

“How?” He questioned, softer this time. How would he ever face Wild? The first thing he would have to explain to him once the others found him would be Skittles’ notable absence.

Ravio blinked in confusion before understanding lit his features,

“Oh!” He waved his hands madly in the air, frantically shaking his head, “Nothing like that! Skittles is fine! He just...went away for a while!” It was a horrible explanation, but it would have to work for now.

Time released a sigh full of relief.

“But...you see,” Ravio’s grin returned and he quietly uttered, “He found someone that I think you have been wanting to see for a while now.”

Time blinked, and looked sharply to the odd merchant. Did he mean..?

Ravio interpreted the imploring look correctly and stepped to the side.

Time peered past him and could scarcely believe it.

There, curled up within the folds of several blankets and covers piled together, was the one they had spent seven days searching high and low for.

The one they had so dearly missed and desperately hoped to find alive. The one whose voice they had longed to hear again!

Without his blue hat or red and gold tunic, Time almost didn’t recognize him, but he knew, deep down, that it was him. The glowing lamplight didn’t give off much light, but it provided enough for Time to see part of his face not buried into the fabric of the thick blankets.

Time didn’t know when he moved. One moment, he’d been sitting on the edge of the mattress, the next, he was kneeling beside Legend’s still form, staring down at him almost in disbelief.

Bruises and deep scratches marred his face and covered his arms. Angry red and pale pink spots dotted his skin where the flesh had seemingly been skinned off. There were various other injuries already healing and some wounds that were fading.

He looked beaten and exhausted. There were dark shadows under his eyes, mingling with the bruises on his face.

What had happened to him?

Time moved his hand falteringly towards Legend, hardly daring to believe the vision before him.

Was it...

Was Legend really here? Or was he caught up in a deceitful dream toying with his hopes? Would he wake and find Legend gone?

A firm hand gripped his shoulder again, but Time didn’t dare look away. He was afraid to. His eye remained fixated on Legend’s slumbering form.

“It’s him, sir,” Ravio’s voice, uncharacteristically strong, said to him, “He’s really here.”

That was all Time needed to hear. He rested his hand on Legend’s head, a wave of immense relief flooding over him.

“Skittles found him near the shrine, unconscious.” Ravio murmured, his voice fading into the background. Time was too busy ensuring Legend was very much alive and real. “Ironic, really...”

He trailed off when Legend’s features contorted, his sleep disturbed by Time’s touch. A small groan escaped him and his eyes fluttered briefly.

Time moved his hand to Legend’s bandaged shoulder as clear blue eyes glazed over with weariness opened and looked blearily at him. His brow creased and he blinked a couple of times to clear his vision.

He met Time’s eye that was so full of emotion the leader didn’t fully express and grinned faintly. His parched lips parted and he croaked out,

“Fancy meeting you here...” He rubbed at his throat as though speaking pained him, then tacked on, “Old Man,”

#Missing Legend #Linked Universe #linkeduniverse #Legend of Zelda #Part VI

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The War Comes

**quick note: sorry its been so long guys, college is a hell for time consumption and plus my fixation has kind of been slipping, but I promise to give this series the ending it deserves. Just hang in with me a little longer. Thank you to my dedicated readers and friends who keep me encouraged.**

In the passing days their few allies had assembled in the castle. Savage and Noble arriving last the previous night, Tempest a day before grumpy to be pulled away from wherever he was. Acidic was a no show but from what Legend had told him he was glad that one had stayed away.

Altogether it was the nine of them, Ravio and Curse, and the three “friendly” darks against Callous and his army. They hadn’t dared to look for Conqueror or Stygian, even if they were willing to fight against Callous there was no guarantee they wouldn’t turn against the lights at the first opportunity. Even if they needed the extra man power it was risk they hadn’t decided to take.

Hyrule however wasn’t much involved in the planning, Time and Warriors had spent long hours trying to figure out some tactics to maximize their chances but all of that flew over his head. He was used to fighting alone, what help could he give to planning coordinated strikes. The atmosphere around the castle was different. Instead of enjoying the paradise like castle grounds they spent free time training. Warriors could bark orders with the best of them. Physically they were all ready, their entire lives were a training session for this. Mentally none of them knew when the hammer would fall.

When they fought Veran they were constantly seeking her out, hoping to stumble upon her fortress. A familiar scenario to Hyrule, having to wait for an enemy to come to them was infuriating. Working out a guard rotation, the lights covered during the day and the darks at night in addition to the castle guard.

“We need to move out of the castle and towards the forest.” Warriors told Time as they once again met to review any new tactics the two had worked out. “If Callous’s army attacks us full force the civilians here will suffer, and we already decided not to involve the soldiers here, they won’t be able to handle the shadowlings.”

Time rubbed his face, “That wouldn’t be a bad idea. The farther we are from the civilians the less that are likely to get caught in the battle. We know they’re more likely to attack at night when the darkness is a disadvantage to us. If we move out in the early morning we can set up camp and get ready before they attack.”

“Everyone remembers their positions right?” Warriors questioned looking at them. “Time, Twilight, Savage and I will take the front line offensive. Tempest, Noble, Wild and Hyrule will take the second row and use your magic and abilities to clear a path. Ravio and Curse will provide support from the back and take out any split offs. Sky, Four and Legend will go in and try to find Callous and Maverick, separate them and get Maverick back to us if you can. If you can’t do what you have to do.”

Everyone just nodded solemnly, it was a good plan but they all knew it was going to be a bloody battle.

"And Hyrule," warriors turned his attention back, "we need you to conserve energy for your healing spell, it seems to be there most powerful heal we've got and we'll need it even with the potions Zelda stockpiled for us."

“I know what to do.” He sighed and let them continue. Finally what felt like an hour later the meeting wrapped up with the promise to move out to the countryside in the early morning. As they all headed to bed, Noble and Savage off to guard they heard a deep rumbling cry throughout the castle. It seemed the army had arrived.

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As quickly as they could the heroes and their allies sprinted through the hallways towards the castle doors. Twilight shifting into wolf form to keep running. They had been keeping armed for this moment so everyone already had their armor, weapons and equipment on them. What precious little wasn’t on them had been stored near the door in case of emergency.

So they streamed out of the castle armed to the teeth, Four was wearing his pegasus boots and had the four sword and his other weapons ready to go. Legend beside him was toting a small armory, magic tools of many kinds alongside his normal weaponry. Sky was with them rounding out their strike group, their goal was just to get to Maverick and Callous, take out the leaders and take out the army.

Four knew though, he knew that Maverick hadn’t betrayed them, not really. Those words, joining the winning side, he’d said them or really Vio had the specifics are confusing. None of the others believed him though, they were so willing to believe Maverick had succumbed and betrayed them. In some small part of his aching heart Four quietly wondered if that time in Callous’s castle after he dusted Curse could have changed his friend.

But there was no time to doubt now as an army of pitch black shadowlings marched on Hyrule Castle. The castle guard was quickly evacuating the civilians around moving them away from the battle that would soon take place. A terrible roar came from overhead again drawing their attention, a large crimson dragon descended to the front of the forces roaring again as it came.

When it landed two figures jumped off the back of the dragon landing at the front of their army, Callous and Maverick.

Four gasped at seeing his dark. The dark was still wearing the same clothes, the dragon scale plates he’d designed prominent and Dragon Fang at the darks side. But everything was thrown off my his face, Mavericks eyes glowed crimson red and his face was fixed in an awful smirk as he stood just behind Callous. Callous himself looked neutral though a shark like grin gradually filled his face.

“You gathered your allies while I gathered mine.” Callous looked over their group and saw the darks they had assembled. “It’s a shame you four had to choose to fight with your lights, especially after Maverick here was smart enough to choose the winning side.”

There it was, those keywords that made Four hope, beyond hope that his friend was just playing to Callous’s game and waiting for the moment to betray him, just like Vio had. Then as though Callous could read his mind the dark trained his eyes on Four.

“And just in case you were planning on my dear friend here betraying me and returning to your side, you were mistaken. While initally I knew that was his plan I won him over to my side. I made sure of it, he couldn’t betray me now even if he wanted to. Isn’t that right Maverick?” Callous asked and Maverick took a step forward.

“You’re the one who kept me weak, fed the fake persona of Shadow that was created for all those years. But now I’m free of you and free of the mirror. I do what I want now, and I intend to take my revenge upon you fools for underestimating and mocking me.” Maverick looked Four dead in the eyes and in them Four couldn’t see any trace of his friend, his fifth half, in them. “Starting with you.”

A whip of shadow materialized from nothing cracking down towards Four’s head, he was so stunned, so devastated he couldn’t even react. Faster than any of them Savage had shifted into wolf form and run up pushing Four out of the way as the whip sliced the darks side. Savage flew backwards turning back into a hylian.

“You’ll have to do better than that if you believe a little whipping will keep me down, I’ve dealt with worse.” Savage taunted him. “I wish the good guys hadn’t fixed your voice, but I can rip it out again.”

Once again shifting into wolf form Savage launched himself at Maverick who drew Dragons Fang and began to fight back. Behind them the army was still as though waiting for this to be settled. Time stepped forward and looked at Callous.

"Since you haven't sent your army out to start pillaging or to attack us you must be waiting for something. What is it? Or do you only intend to play with us?" Time asked his calmness sobering though an anger slept just below the surface.

"Oh I'm just watching my commander for now, once he finishes of his vengeance then I'll allow my forces to attack. I promised him as much." Callous replied casually as the shadowlings indeed stayed quiet and sedentary behind them.

Four glanced over and found that Tempest had joined in trying to stop Maverick, calling up a storm overhead that rumbled with thunder and strikes of lightning.

"How? How did you do it to him? Shadow would never have hurt us willingly, we know him better than anyone and this what he's become, is the last thing he wanted." Four screamed at Callous focusing extremely hard on staying together. His sides screamed out their opinions, his head filled with noise, but he forced them to stay together though the stress of them coming to the forefront of his mind changed his speech.

"We and us? Having a hard time keeping it together?" Callous laughed, in one hand a dagger formed. "You see I only convinced him of the truth that always was. He came to my castle begging to be trained so I taught him how to truly use his abilities something no light ever could. And I helped him discover what he was, how he had been controlled by you and by the dark mirror. How that powerless wind sorcerer got his hands on such a powerful relic though is beyond me. But now he's free, to be my commander and help me take my true place as the ruler of both realms."

In one fluid motion as his words ended Callous turned and flung his knife with extreme precision which hits it's target perfectly going into Fours left hand causing him to drop the four sword which he kicked away in his panic. It had sink straight through his palm burning like fire.

"Four!" His allies yelled jumping towards him. Sky scooped him up and started running back towards the others away from the dark Army as Callous cackled.

Inside Fours mind was a mess, he ended, they needed to separate this was too much to hear together, but the sword the sword was gone. Trapping then within their own mind, suffering. They screamed in pain when Sky removed the dagger which disappeared into shadow. A gaping hole went through the hand and they couldn't even feel their fingers. Sky carefully poured a health potion onto his hand hoping the effect would pull the tissue back together.

"It's not working." Sky exclaimed as he began to wrap the hand. Four bordered on the edge of passing out, everything too much.

"I can fix it." Hyrule said as he began to chant.

"Hyrule wait…" a voice screamed as finally Four succumbed to unconsciousness.

#linked universe #merged #altered #maverick is a little crazy #and the fighting begins

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Combat Practice

Bad title lol 4 1/2 hour long LU RWBY au (ft, draks verse) live write I did in the Darks-Verse discord yesterday that turned out surprisingly decent. Enjoy :3

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The bell rang as soon as Link - nicknamed Legend for multiple reasons - sat on the bleachers in Haven Huntsmen Academy's combat classroom, very thankful that the hallways were less crowded than normal; otherwise he definitely wouldn't have made it on time. Actually, scratch that, he wouldn't have made it in, not with how strict Ms. Goodwitch was about this last time.

The temporary swap in combat instructors wasn't exactly something Legend had appreciated.

"Good afternoon everyone." The students snapped to attention immediately at her crisp voice. "We will be following the normal schedule for today's class. Please go ahead and find a partner for warm ups." At this, everyone stood up and wandered the room for a partner. Legend went looking for someone in particular.

After a minute or two of wandering a sea of humans and faunus alike, Legend felt a light tap on his shoulder before his fight or flight instinct kicked in and threw a punch at whoever was behind him. His fist was caught by a boy his height with red hair so dark it seemed black and purple eyes that sparkled amusingly.

"Oh, hey Curse, I was looking for ya." "I figured," he said with a smile.

They found spot that hadn't already been taken and assumed combat positions facing the same direction. Curse and Legend started by extending their arms, as if punching, but slowly enough for it to be stretching.

"How've you been?" The former asked. "I haven't seen you in a while." They kept slowly extending and retracting their arms, changing the arm every time. "It's been going," the later responded. "Classes have been ok for the most part, having a bit of fun in art actually, but history's been keeping me up longer than I'd like." Curse chuckled. "History tends to do that."

Each stopped the punches and moved to touch their toes, one foot at a time. "You'd know something about that wouldn't you. It must be hard helping Acidic recover from that Beowolf, and keep up with class and homework. Is he doing much better? And how's Ravio??"

Curse stopped for a moment to think about his response.

"Yes, Acidic is doing a lot better, actually. He's having some trouble running, but he can keep his balance walking and even stand on one leg for a few seconds." "Already? That's really good news," Legend said with a smile on his face. The black-haired boy nodded in agreement.

Ms. Goodwitch called for everyone to jog in place.

"As for Ravio," Curse started as they began jogging, "he was actually the one who ordered me back to school. Said I'd spent enough time out of combat and wanted to make sure I don't fall out of practice, something like that. Like I don't train every so often." Legend rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sounds like him. I'm also assuming he mommed you about getting your work done." "Heh, not as much as he does Acidic for a lot of things, but since we're in the same place most of the time we both get it," He said laughing.

After five or so minutes, the combat instructor had everyone to return to the bleachers. Legend and Curse took their seats on the upper half before Ms. Goodwitch's commanding voice rang throughout the room. "Alright everyone, it's time for the sparing session to begin. Are their any volunteers for the first match up?"

Curse's hand shot up. "Real eager to get back into this, huh?" "Just be sure to record it, we both know I have a point to prove to Rav."

“Curse,” she called.

"Go for it," Legend encouraged while pulling out his scroll and activating the camera. "Don't need to tell me twice." Curse patted the blades on his hip before walking down to the arena, confident smirk on his face. ((note: i do not have his weapon planned so this might change in the future))

To say Legend was impressed by how quick the match was would be an understatement. He, along with everyone else, watched as Curse seemingly almost never touched the ground and disarmed ((heh)) his opponent in under 30 seconds, which was impressive, but what made it jaw-dropping was that knowing this purple-eyed wonder had taken an entire month off from school and hadn't trained with any known Huntsmen or Huntresses during that time. Especially considering he had dropped out for a while in the first place was because his cousin - another fantastical Huntsman-in-training - was badly injured; he had taken time off to care for him.

But who know anyway? Curse is excellent at keeping to himself.

The student in question walked back to his seat with a very proud posture and a smug look on his face. The only thing he told Legend before sitting down was "What did I tell ya?"

"Psh, you weren't telling me, I believed ya." "You're mouth hanging open after the match said otherwise." The blondie smirked and landed a playful punch on his cousin's shoulder as the former laughed at Legend's action before taking a seat.

A few more matches later, Legend decided to take a shot on the arena floor. His hand went up the same time another student did as well. When Ms. Goodwitch approved of them both, murmurs spread throughout the room.The old rivals were going back at it, and the crowd - even Curse, who even pulled out his scroll like many other students - instantly knew that this was going to be an entertaining match up indeed.

"This match will be Legend versus Warriors! Please make your way down to the floor!"

The two friends searched the room for blond hair and blue cloth and found Warriors beginning to make his way down the bleachers to the arena. "This is it," Curse and Legend said at the same time.

"Kick his butt."

The later high-fived the former and walked down the steps to the floor.

The room was buzzing with anticipation as the rivals stepped down the stairs and positioned themselves in front of each other and assumed their combat stances.

"3!"

Legend's eyes met Warriors'; both knew there wouldn't be much holding back.

"2!"

Legend felt the Dust in his boots pulse,

"1!"

Readied his semblance.

“GO!”

Legend activated the Gravity Dust in his boots a quarter of a second before sprinting at Warriors, who he got to in under a second and attempted to roundhouse kick him, but his foot was met with a titanium shield. It still knocked Warriors to the side though. Legend saw an opening and his sole connected with the other's stomach at an incredible speed, sending him flying with much force. But Warriors was ready. He landed his feet on the wall Legend kicked him towards before jumping off towards his opponent while firing the Desert Eagle that was in his shield for distance.

((yes I upgraded War's weapon a while ago but never put it on the comp.)) Legend glared at Warriors and readied his Fire Dust, but the later held out his shield arm and fired in the Legend's direction. Legend jumped to the side and scoffed at himself for not keeping Gravity mode on. Warriors rolled when he landed (Legend knew from experience it was to ensure a softer landing, but then he sort of thought it was for showing off) before aiming at his rival and once again pulling the trigger.

The shorter of the two side stepped the shot before it was even made and switched his boots back to Gravity mode before jumping onto his opponent, which worked to some degree. Legend just didn't think he'd be landing on Warriors' shield then sent soaring from jumping off while being parried.

Legend glanced down mid-air to see if he could catch any glimpses of his opponent. He did.

Warriors had drawn his sword and an aura slash was being sent his way.

Legend's eyes widened as soon as he saw it which was instantly followed by what felt like concrete crashing into him.

Even with the wind knocked out of him, he tried to concentrate and figure out what he could do to keep himself from being ragdolled into the wall.

A lightbulb went off in Legend's head and he set his boots to their Wind Dust setting before kicking twice as hard as he could to slow himself. It worked! The duo-hair-colored fighter then turned the Ice Dust setting on and created a plate of ice underneath his feet. Legend pushed off of the ice to redirect himself, shattering it, and keeping Ice mode on, roundhoused in mid-air, sending 5 ice spikes in Warriors' direction.

Warriors jumped back just before the ice pierced him and as he did, the other Link had created another chunk of ice, this time thicker. The boy clad in red jumped off this one too, this time right at the one in blue; and when the ice shattered, 9 long, thin pieces of aura-infused ice were sent sailing at his opponent.Legend knew Warriors would have to put his shield up for this attack, so he readied his Fire Dust in prep for landing on or in front of him.

The student with the blue scarf, had in fact raised his shield, but was well aware of what his opponent was trying to do, so he side stepped at the last possible second and saw a flare of fire go off next to him. Could even feel the heat. Warriors moved to bring his sword down on Legend, but the later moved out of the way without a moment's hesitation. Legend then switched feet and kicked a wave of fire towards his rival, who whipped his shield back up.

The Dust user of the two sped towards Warriors on Gravity; Warriors dodged before spinning on the ball of his foot and slashing horizontally. Legend jumped up to avoid it and sent a fireball in his opponents' direction who responded by shooting the fireball, causing a small-ish explosion. Warriors readied his shield once more and ended up skidding back a few feet from the force, while Legend created another ice barrier to shield himself and bounce off of before landing on his feet.

Legend changed back to Gravity and sailed over the floor towards Warriors, who swung downwards, but Legend cartwheeled back just in time for the Gravity-infused soles of his boots to come in contact with Warrior's blade, making it bounce and causing the later loose a bit of his footing. But he recovered quickly and sent an up-swinging aura slash to Legend, who bounced out of it's path as fast as he could.

Legend redirected himself and jumped up higher than normal from the Dust and sent consecutive fire, wind, and ice kicks Warriors' way, all in mid air, but the fighter in blue had his shield up for all three. The blondie with the hat stomped as he hit the ground, which sent a trail of ice spikes in Warrior's direction; he destroyed it with another aura slash.

Legend's heart was racing faster than ever as he watched the blue-green glaze of Warrior's aura leave his body thin out and reshape itself to the shape of a large, smooth, outward curving triangle. This was it; Warriors' semblance, Shield Slinger.

Warriors' aura spun around himself once before it's thin edge came straight for Legend. Legend jumped back and continued to evade the spinning attacks until he decided to switch back to Gravity Dust again and jumped as high as he could. It's common knowledge at this point that when using his semblance, Warriors is, physically, wide open. The question is though, how to attack him when his aura moves at an impossibly fast speed?

The idea hit Legend like a truck.

The student warrior in red turned his body so that he was facing opposite of the wall Warriors had been pushing him towards, and facing down, but not directly. He then switched to Ice mode and created an ice platform once more to push off of. He bounced off with Gravity, turned in a completely different direction, and bounced off another Ice platform using the Gravity Dust. And another. And another. And another still.

After much of the ricocheting, Legend had completely rendered Warriors incapable of guessing where he would come from next.

One more time.

Legend made one last plate of ice near the ground before leaping towards Warriors with all possible force, simultaneously activating all 4 types of Dust in his boots.

His final attack landed.

On a titanium shield.

Warriors had put up his normal shield just in time, but that didn't mean he wasn't sent flying. A powerful force was felt by all as Legend's feet connected with the shield, and the student in blue was launched across the arena, and tumbled as he landed, too stunned to respond as quickly as what was required of him to break his fall.

And as this happened, the buzzer rang out, signifying that both Warrior's and Legend's aura levels were in the red.

"It's a tie!" Ms. Goodwitch announced.

Legend collapsed from exhaustion and Warriors began to stir as the room erupted into applause and compliments, some coming down form the bleachers to help the two stand up. Legend felt his left arm be lifted around a shoulder, feeling himself pulled up both by his arm and right side.

"You were completely and utterly spectacular!" Curse beamed as he aided his friend. "All the ricocheting you did around Warriors to keep him from guessing your moves was especially brilliant!" Legend smirked. "At least we both know I won." "That you did," Curse laughed.

They turned their attention to the group of people that had surrounded themselves, Legend thanking everyone for praise and constructive criticism alike before glancing at the piers that were around Warriors.

"You think he'll still let us take him and his little brother out for an afternoon snack after that?" "This is Warriors we're talking about, of course he'll accept, even if you still whipped him."

#DKVS #LKUV #linkeduniverse #the dark verse (lu)#legend of zelda #my writing #my post #the fight scene could've been better #i butchered curse i'm sorry baby T^T #warrior's weapon got new mechanics yo #and legend's weapon(s) have been collecting dust nvr being posted rip #don't know what weapons i want for curse but have an idea #and yes #legend DID use his semblance

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