#fun fact Abel and Link used to clear caves when Link was little

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Hunting for Clues (Dad Squad)

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The air was uncomfortably thick as a heavy blanket of moisture clung to Rusl's skin. It felt like summer in Ordon Village, except he was in no place to be stripping off his shirt and going swimming to cool off.

Well, swimming might be involved. It depended on if there was a clear path to their destination.

They were following a lead he'd gotten from a nearby village. After the cucco incident, all it took was some conversations to figure out that a local cave had suddenly become more dangerous, that people were being harassed and attacked when they approached it. It didn't take much to ascertain, then, that if the Yiga had a holdout nearby, and a cave was being guarded, it was likely that the group would find Yiga there.

Abel led the group, tense with anticipation. Fierce was last, surveying the area and watching their flank. Rusl kept his eyes alert, wiping the sweat on his brow with his headband. His heart beat hard and fast, not so much from the exertion of climbing along the hill as they followed the river, but in the hope that they would find Link. It had been far too long since his capture, and though Rusl tried to stay focused on the objective rather than worry, the anxiety had steadily been growing.

It had been too familiar, having one of his boys kidnapped. He hated it. He'd been eager to push forward and find him. But when he'd realized he was in a completely different Hyrule, he'd recognized that he'd have to take a step back and figure this out. But now they had a lead, and now there was tangible hope that he could get to his boy, and now nothing was going to stop him from getting there.

They eventually reached the waterfall that supposedly hid the cave's entrance, and Rusl walked up to stand beside Abel.

"No guards," Abel noted quietly, his voice barely audible over the crashing water.

Worry wormed its way around Rusl's heart and mind. Abel was right, after all - the reason they had learned of this place at all was because people had been warded away with violence. The fact that no one had even tried to stop them was telling - either they were walking into a trap, or their lead was an old one.

"I have not noticed any scouts, either," Fierce added as he caught up with them easily. "This does not bode well."

Rusl drew his sword. "Then we should be ready for anything. Let's go."

The water was refreshingly cool on his skin as he passed through, bowing his head as the weight and pressure briefly beat down on him. He opened his eyes again quickly, blinking water away and surveying the area.

The cave was enormous, with moss and glowing mushrooms lining the stone path leading far beyond where he could see. He grabbed a lantern and quickly lit it, leading his companions into the darkness.

Bearing a torch and a sword while looking for lost children. This is too familiar. Rusl bit his tongue, shaking the thought away. He had to focus.

A particularly large water droplet fell from the ceiling, splashing on the top of his head and startling him back to reality. He gave a quiet huff, thanking the goddesses for the help focusing, and gripped his sword more tightly.

The farther they walked, the worse it felt. The waterfall drowned out any sound that could have tipped them off if there was someone nearby, and the very distinct lack of people made Rusl's skin crawl. The Yiga had already tried to ambush them once, and they were defeated fairly easily, but still... a place like this could make matters difficult if they were attacked.

There was a faint glow ahead, bluish in color. Rusl lowered his lantern slightly, squinting and looking for movement. He pulled the wick back a little, dimming the light so they wouldn't be as obvious as they approached. Though Fierce's steps were much louder than theirs, he still tried to creep along as quietly as Rusl and Abel did until the trio had reached a bend in the long cavernous pathway.

When Rusl peeked around, he saw litter and debris, and he immediately knew they were too late. The tension drained out of him with a heavy exhale, disappointment filling the void. His eyes were attracted upward, however, to trace the blue light to its source. It was a strange, frog-like creature clinging to the stony walls and hopping around easily. Rusl stared at it in wonder, reminded of the light spirits, and wondered if it was kin to them.

Abel swore softly, walking into the room, seemingly ignoring the creature altogether.

"Hello, little sprite," Fierce called to the animal. It turned, glancing at him, and continued to bounce around cheerfully.

"What is it?" Rusl asked, curiosity holding his anguish at bay.

"I am not entirely sure," Fierce answered, catching Rusl off guard. "I can sense its magic, though. It is not of the Yiga."

With that little knowledge, Rusl returned his attention to the large room the creature was illuminating. The room had a few barrels, a desk with some notes, but most of what was there had been removed. Abel was busy perusing a book of some sort that was on the desk.

Approaching, Rusl asked, "What did you find?"

"Notes," Abel answered simply, engrossed in his reading. Rusl didn't bother pushing the matter, waiting for him to finish.

The loud meow that emitted from one of the barrels distracted him well enough. All three men turned their gaze, though Abel resumed his reading quickly, and Fierce and Rusl walked to the nearest barrel.

Inside was a kitten, creamy white fur blending with patches of buttery brown. It meowed again as it looked up at the pair.

"What are you doing here, little guy?" Rusl asked as he cautiously reached in. The kitten didn't swat at him, allowing itself to be hauled gently out of the barrel where it had been trapped.

When Rusl turned to ask Abel if he had finished reading, he saw the knight staring at him with wide eyes and a furrowed brow, as if he'd just been given some sort of life altering news. Ice filled his veins, worry for Link immediately shutting out any other thought. "What's wrong?"

"The Hero of Time," Abel said. "That's... your son is the Hero of Time?"

Several thoughts clamored for attention all at once in Rusl's mind. The Hero of Time was a figure of legend, and he had been the one to train Link. Did.. did that mean Link inherited the title? He supposed that wasn't unreasonable. But that meant the Yiga had written about him in their log, and that meant he had to be alive still, because his title would not have been the first piece of information Abel had clung to if it were otherwise.

Hopefully.

Rusl walked to his companion in three large steps, the kitten bouncing in his arms, and he demanded, "What did they say about him?"

"T-they..." Abel glanced between Rusl and the kitten, temporary confusion flitting across his face at the sight of the animal before he continued, "They said he's---he's, ah, been fighting them off."

Rusl's dread vanished in an instant and was replaced with hope. "What? But..."

They hadn't captured him after all? Was he out here somewhere, lost and injured and alone, searching for Rusl as desperately as Rusl was looking for him?

"They escaped," Abel explained, holding the book close to his chest. "They escaped the main Yiga stronghold. They've been spreading their forces to find them."

The kitten was suddenly plucked out of Rusl's arms, held by the scruff of its neck by the fierce deity as he stared at it. "And this tiny furry creature was supposed to track him?"

Rusl's eyes stung unexpectedly with tears, and he let out a wet laugh, blinking them away. "I think maybe this little guy got lost."

"The kitten was supposed to be bait..." Abel added with a tone that was just as confused as Fierce's. "Apparently to lure the dog in."

Rusl whipped his head towards the knight. "Dog? What dog?"

Rusl immediately snatched the book before Abel could answer, courtesy abandoned, and the knight snarled, grabbing it back.

"This isn't time for your paranoia," Rusl snapped. "Whatever you're hiding, unless it has to do with my boy, I don't care. Let me read it."

Before either party could continue the argument, the book was taken out of Abel's tight grip with ease, making the knight yelp. The Fierce Deity flipped it in his hands, reading it aloud. "We have arrived at the designated site per our leader's orders. We're currently looking for a good way to lure the wretched heroes. The Hero of Time has been a constant thorn in our side in every encounter. He even took our bananas during the last fight."

Spirits above. Link's alive. He's alive and he escaped.

Of course he did. It was Link. His boy had fought Zant and Ganondorf, had been trained by the Hero of Time (the previous Hero of Time...? Did they all have that title, then?), had been forged into a strong warrior through the dark flames of twilight magic. Link could handle anything. Rusl shouldn't have worried.

Except he still did. Because he didn't know if Link was hurt. He didn't know where Link was, and the Yiga were hunting him.

What did these people want with him?! All Rusl knew of the Yiga was that Abel said they were traitors to the crown who wanted to see Hyrule fall. He said they were a cult of sorts, and they worshipped a demon, the same one that had destroyed Abel's Hyrule.

The deity turned the page with a thumb, carelessly tossing the kitten towards Rusl, who jumped, startled, and quickly caught the frightened little animal. He leaned it against his chest to soothe it as Abel grew steadily more wound up watching their companion.

"We've got a lead on their whereabouts," Fierce continued reading. "It appears the Hero's condition has improved somewhat, or at least enough that he is still alive. We have to ensure we catch him before he dies."

Rusl's breath was stolen from him. "What?!"

Fierce also stared worriedly at the pages, reading silently to gather more information quickly. It left Rusl in too much suspense, and he said, "Fierce, tell us what the hell is going on. Is my boy okay?"

"They're referring to three figures," Fierce answered as he read. "The Hero of Time, the Hero, and the dog. Sometimes they mention a mutt... I assume that must be the dog."

The uncertainty and anxiety were going to drive Rusl insane. "Just read it aloud. Please."

"Our camp was raided by the Hero of Time last night," Fierce obliged. "He took all our food and smashed all our bananas. One of our scouts spotted his dog but then we lost contact with him."

"We've made a discovery. The dog likes hanging around other animals. One of our scouts saw it playing with some kittens. We've since acquired one of the kittens and will be utilizing it to lure in the dog. If the mutt comes, then the Hero of Time will follow. Then all we have to do is find his base of operations to get the Hero."

"We've been in this cave for two weeks, and it's been almost a week since there's been any sign of our targets. The kitten ploy has not come to anything. Another group reported in that there are warriors looking the heroes. We will attempt to set up a trap for them. In the meantime, I've decided we need to move camp."

The longer Rusl listened, the more he realized that the Hero of Time was not, in fact, his Link. He could easily see his boy attacking the Yiga encampment, but he wouldn't simply raid it for supplies and leave. Link was too self reliant for that - he would gather his own supplies. He would only enter an enemy camp to eliminate it. His sweet boy was gentle in all ways but battle, after all.

Also, he knew, out of any group of boys, who would go running to the nearest pile of cuddly animals.

He knew exactly which one was his Link.

Which meant...

Rusl glanced over at Abel, really looked at him, and he saw the subtle signs in the man's stony demeanor. He saw the worry, the fear, the way the man's hands trembled.

"The injured one... that's your son, isn't it?" Rusl asked quietly.

Abel's expression darkened, a fierce, nearly feral glare crossing his face. His look dared Rusl to say anything else.

So this was the unspoken fear Abel had been carrying with him. This was the reason he didn't dare speak much about his boy. Had he thought they'd take advantage of his boy's vulnerable state? What else was Abel hiding?

"The Hero of Time is my child," Fierce said firmly, closing the book with a quick snap. "That is his title. And his tactics match. One of your children is missing."

Rusl bit his tongue as he smiled and choked back a snort. "Well... we'll find my boy. Let's start by finding yours."

"The Hero you've been protecting is the Hero of Time?" Abel confirmed.

"Yes," Fierce answered with a nod.

Abel let out a sigh of what seemed to be relief.

"What's wrong with your son?" Rusl asked gently.

The knight closed his eyes, his body stiffening. He didn't trust them. Rusl almost felt hurt, but then again... he had just withheld vital information about his Link as well.

But why wouldn't he? Telling them his boy could turn into a beast was a recipe for disaster.

Then again, them not knowing was equally bad. He knew that from experience. They'd already had to battle one pack of wolves and he'd nearly had a meltdown. He had had a meltdown.

What secret was Abel keeping to protect his boy?

Rusl's train of thought was interrupted when the strange blue bouncing creature hopped over, hovering directly over Abel. Seeing as the man wasn't reacting, Rusl hesitantly pointed to it. "You... can see that thing, right?"

Distracted, Abel glanced upward. Then he huffed. "It's a bubbulfrog."

"A what?"

"Bubbulfrog," Abel repeated, glancing at the pair. "Legend says if you strike one down you can obtain a mystical stone from it."

"You don't seem very fazed by this," Rusl noted.

"Link and I have found plenty in different caves when he was little," Abel sighed. He raised an eyebrow as he looked up. "I'm surprised this one isn't blowing bubbles at us, though."

"They do that?"

"Often. Link loved popping them. But we... never got this close," Abel went on uncertainly. "I wasn't sure how dangerous they were. They usually stay away from people."

"It won't harm you," Fierce said.

"Either way," Abel continued with a dismissive wave. "They don't hang around people. If there's one here it means the Yiga left long ago."

The kitten meowed again, pawing at Rusl's tunic. The Ordonian smiled down at it before looking back at Abel, whose gaze had grown distant. Meanwhile, Fierce turned, motioning towards them. "We should move on. It is clear the boys are not here and have not been in the area for some time."

Nodding, the two men followed him out of the cave. Rusl ran a hand gently over the kitten, which purred in response, relaxing him a little. They really needed to get to the bottom of all of this. Abel needed to open up and tell them more about the Yiga. And maybe... maybe Rusl should tell them about Link's transformative abilities before something terrible truly did happen.

Rusl sighed, looking around as the humidity came back in full force upon exiting the cave. This was... a mess. But at leas the knew Link was alive, and that was all that mattered.

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Hey Y'all. New story called The Unending War. Read at your leisure and give feedback plz

Prologue ??? I stared up into the dark blue sky, the sun setting behind the hills that hid our keep. I scanned passed all I could see, into the core of the earth, scanning for any source of the corruption that’s been plaguing my world. My partner walked through automatic doors that led to my position. I didn’t stop scanning as he walked up beside me, examining the hills. “Anything?”, he asked. “Nothing,” I replied. “I think the source of any major corruption was destroyed when we obliterated its ‘body’. Anything that’s left of the Corruption in this world are small holdouts, the largest one being in France.” Kristen You know how it feels when you’re falling out of the sky with your dragon falling right on top of you? No, I’m sure you don’t. You probably never had to deal with dragons before, I’m sure. It’s not fun, considering the fact that these reptilian animals weigh over a few hundred pounds. As I hit the ground, hard, possibly bruising my back, my dragon landed almost right on top of me, her paw close to smashing my chest. I had to roll out of the way to avoid that outcome. I waited for the dust to settle before climbing to my feet, my body in pain. I looked around and my mouth fell open at the sight before me. I was standing on a bridge, bodies strewn across it like it was some kind of morbid festival, or a burial pit. Most of the bodies scattered around were human, heavily dressed in armor, blood splattering the beautiful colors decorating the armor. Other bodies littered the bridge, their skin as green as the deepest emerald, their muscles so ripped that any more upper-body training would force the muscles to burst through the skin. I was going to search one of the bodies of these strange green people, before a noise interrupted me. I went to grab my gunblade, as it’s always attached to my back, but it wasn’t there. Instead, it was buried hilt-deep in the brick beside my dragon. I readied my darkness powers then, my focus resumed on what made the noise. Suddenly, I saw a familiar arm jut up from under a couple of corpses. An arm from a man who I haven’t seen for months, now. “Adrian!” I yelled before running to his side. He was, of course, knocked out, probably from the fall. I couldn’t see his dragon, Sora, anywhere, so I concentrated on moving the bodies out from over him. Luckily, the two human bodies he was buried under weren’t too heavy, and within a minute, he was unpinned and just unconscious now. I shook him a couple of times, but he was out. So, I did the next best thing. I grabbed the collar of his shirt, hoisted him into a sitting position, and smacked him. Hard. The sound of the impact was huge, and I could see his cheek start to swell as soon as my palm left it. His eyes snapped open, the confusion in his eyes clear, as he struggled to get away from me. He managed to stumble to his feet, somehow, before his brain had fully caught up with what was happening. I knew he recognized me by the look in his eyes as soon as they landed on me. “Kristen?!” He exclaimed, barreling toward me as fast as he could. I braked, barely having enough time to brace myself as he came flying towards me. The last time I saw him was months ago, and it appears his running speed has grown since then. He slammed into me, the force of his sprinting almost throwing me onto my ass. He stabilized me and squeezed the living hell out of me, his mouth running a mile a minute. “How have you been? Where’s your excavation site at? Where are we? What are we doing here?” “Woah there, kid,” I chuckled, clamping a hand over his mouth to shush him. He chuckled, unlocking his arms from around my abdomen and stepping back. Adrian looked around the bridge, probably taking in the carnage, looking for his dragon. While he did that, I walked back over to Yami, my unconscious dragon who was lying on a bed of deceased green bodies. As soon as I approached her head, I knelt down and pressed a palm to her forehead lightly, healing what little damage she sustained from her fall. It only took about a minute or so, and I pulled back by palm, but remained kneeling beside her. While I waited for Yami to wake up, I looked over my shoulder to see how Adrian was doing. He was talking to Sora, who looked soaked and irritable. Seems like she missed the bridge and landed in the moat. And her attitude is justified. As I had found out myself, flying dragons like Sora or Yami do not like going deep into caves or water, where they cannot fly. Sora probably had to use her wind breath to propel her out the water and onto the bridge. A few dragons, the ones who are able to achieve a more humanoid form through their powers, are able to adapt to tight spaces and water, though they will still express their uncomfortableness. A slight noise brought my attention back before me, and I saw Yami move her head, her large bright-red eyes opening slowly. Her eyes found its way to my face, her gaze light and loving, as she moved her head into my body, sighing in contention. I rubbed her scaly forehead and, opening up a mind link, said, “Have a good nap?” “Never again,” she said while pulling her head back, shaking it slightly. “You know, you wouldn’t have this problem if you were like Zeus and stayed in human form.” “But then how would you get around? It’s not like you can grow wings of your own.” I chuckled at my girl, rising to my feet and pulling out my gunblade out of the stone. Suddenly, the bridge began to shake again, and I readied myself, keeping my footing while adopting a defensive posture. Yami twisted her body around, repositioning herself to where she was right behind me, her large neck peering over me and toward the gate, though her eyes were flashing everywhere. That’s when we heard the screaming. We looked up but weren’t able to see anything. I narrowed my eyes and funneled my semblance into my eyes, hoping to see signs of life. I saw a white blur, signaling to me that something alive was falling quickly. However, looking at him, I didn’t seem worried. Why? Because as soon as he straightened out, he veered toward the hill across from the bridge, landed gracefully on its side, and used it to bounce off and roll onto the bridge. As he stood up, I looked at him properly. The daredevil had silky-straight shoulder-length brown hair, bright grey eyes, and a pointed face. Though his face was completely serious, his eyes showed a cocky and childish side to him. A second later, we all heard a sound similar to the wind whistling in your ears, and we saw someone descend on giant wings made of fire. He hit the ground hard, and standing up, I could make out everything about him, from his short chestnut brown hair to his sharp haunting orange eyes. His outfit looked very light, with his linen jacket, jeans, light leather boots, and leather archer’s gloves. As both spied us, they were alert and taunt like a bowstring, ready to take us down without a second thought. Adrian and I also tensed, and we stayed like this for a couple of seconds until both parties were sure either wouldn’t attack the other. As if that wasn’t enough craziness, another portal opened up, this one with hues of blue and red with a bright gold border. It remained like this for a couple of seconds, all 6 of us staring at this portal in wonder, before two people dropped out and hit the ground simultaneously. As they stood up, I immediately took in their appearance. One was a female with a body built for war, who sported soft wavy brown reddish-hair and purple eyes. The other was a guy with a wiry body, thin as a whip and probably twice as deadly, and sported solid black hair and emerald green eyes. Their facial features were very sharp, though the girl’s was more rounded than the guys. The girl rounded on her companion. “Dammit Abel, I said no more dimension jumping!” She shouted. “Whenever you do it we end up in some screwed-up world!” Abel, the guy, looked taken aback, but immediately rebutted her statement. “Well, Maya, I’m sorry not every world we jettison into is all happiness and leprechauns!” He shot back. “If you wanted that you should dimension jump with Persephone!” If the appearance of these two wasn’t weird enough, I heard another sound, like a blade cutting through the air. Mere seconds later, a figure descended at an alarming rate, his body covered by a cone of air and fire. A few yards away from the bridge he straightened out, and he landed feet first, causing the bridge to shake a little as, I’m sure, the supports for the bridge cracked and some stones on the bottom part of the bridge gave way and fell into the lake below. The newcomer wasn’t much to look at. Regular features, chestnut brown hair and hazel eyes, and a well-maintained body, as one can assume from his posture. The one thing that separated him from normal was what he said the moment he opened his mouth. “Huh?” He murmured. “Where is this? What happened to my girlfriend? Who are these people? What the hell is happening?” Two things then happened in rapid succession, turning the situation from completely weird to utterly ridiculous. Two images showed up in the middle of the bridge, in the middle of this circle that the 7 on us had made. The two images were of guys in maybe their late 20s, one obviously white and one with a more oriental appearance. The white guy looked the most serious, while the other wore an uneasy smile. The white guy stepped forward and remarked “Now that just about everyone’s here, let’s get started, shall we?” Then time completely stopped, the bridge disappeared, and we proceeded to fall again.