The Farm Girl and the Hero Want-to-be
The shade has taken me hostage but the horrors must still persist!
Honestly, does this surprise anyone that I’m writing for Time and Malon again? It shouldn’t. I love them. But you know who else I love? [probably the next duo I write about]
Anyway m, I hope you enjoy my ranting through the love of my life!
The roads have not been kind. Too many blues, too many greens, too many reds. Time was starting to get tired of fighting. Scratch that, he was already tired. He’s been tired of it since the age of 12.
Yet, he persisted. He persisted with his boys. He persisted for his boys. He persisted for her.
And when he saw her in his shadow’s clutches, hanging above a black portal by the neck, it was like his bad eye glowed with anger.
There was an unusual snarl on his face. He needed to do something. But what?
“Aw,” the Shadow said, “Did I hit a nerve, old friend?”
His glare was eternal as he watched her claw at his enemy’s hand. With every passing second, he felt his chest tighten.
He had the Biggoron sword’s tip against the stone floor covered in water. If he had known that this was going to be what this room held, they never would’ve went on a detour to that house he thought looked nice. He would’ve went home to check on her first.
The Sailor was so damn noisy sometimes. He just had to ask how he knew The Shadow. Time just had to take them to this forsaken temple.
And now the temple with filled with ten bodies and a shadow instead of one body and a shadow. This was no longer a duel.
“Old man,” The Shadow sang.
“What do you want?” His voice was much more shaky than he needed it to be.
“You’re right. We should keep this short and sweet. We wouldn’t want this beauty going to waste, would we?”
He felt his nails dig into his palm. With the added fact that he picked his nails regularly, he knew his knuckles were pale.
“What do you want?” He kept his voice level this time.
The Shadow hummed, then looked at the struggling woman. Twilight wondered how that thing could hold her even with her clawing at him with, no doubt, all of her strength.
“I want to trade. We’ll see how much love you feel for your lover then, huh?” Time answered with a low growl. “The mask for her life.”
Time’s glare turned into a look of surprise. The Shadow laughed. “Your face!”
Time shook off his surprise and reached a hand into his bag. Yet, he felt a hand on his wrist. He saw the royal blue scarf first.
“Think about this. There has to be another way.” His voice was commanding, calculated too. Time was either a commander and not nearly as calculated as the Captain was. He never will be. He never wanted to be.
He stared at Warriors for only a few seconds before he fished the mask out.
He made his walk alone. He felt like he would suffocate in the shallow water as his throat got tighter and tighter as the next foot stepped in front of the other. He knew that his body was shaking.
Shaking with fear: Who knew what his shadow would do with the mask of a god? Who knew what atrocities he would orchestrate with another god on his side? A war god at that?
But she needed him. That’s what mattered now. Even if the world were to burn tomorrow, she’d be safe in his arms today.
Shaking with anger: How dare he ruin something so quickly, so effortlessly?
He stuck his hand out, the pale wood of the mask scorched his touch. It’s red and blue paint the same as the right side of his face. The mask of the Fierce Deity.
The Shadow dropped her when he took the mask, just as he had promised, and Time dropped to hold her.
She coughed and something came out of her mouth. Whatever it was, it was black. “What-“
The Shadow laughed as he turned the mask in his hands. “Oh Hylia, you are done for!”
“What have you-!” Time felt Malon’s hand squeeze his pants fabric.
“Oh? Your little woman decided that stabbing me was a good idea. I only punished her accordingly.”
He had no time to shout before his boys did. They all yelled battle cries as they ran at his shadow. The Shadow spawned a portal under him that closed just as quickly as it opened.
His boys cursed. They cursed at everything down to the water that soaked their leather boots.
She continued to cough black blood and he held her through it. He whispered words that he knew wasn’t true.
She wasn’t fine. She wasn’t okay. Why did he say that?
“Link,” her wheezing cooled down and allowed her to speak, though only in a soft voice. Her voice caught Link’s attention immediately.
“Love?” He smiled at her through the tears that threatened to spill.
“It’s okay darling,” she said, “we’ll get through this, just as we always do.”
She gripped his hand in hers and kissed his cheek. “I know how much that mask meant to you. I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough.”
Time squeezed her hand slightly with a slight smile. “Don’t be sorry. You got a good hit on him. That’s all that matters to me.”
“Can I-?” Time’s eye’s found the ones of the Traveler and caught on.
“I don’t know if you can,” he said. He looked down to his shivering lover. “but please try.”
Hyrule kneeled down and laid her down on her back. Time never let go of her hand.
It was like the world was laughing at him from above. Laughing at his worries, laughing at his insecurities, laughing at his entire life. Quick to criticize what it has never gone through. In that moment, he felt all eyes on him. He felt them scoff and laugh at his weakness. He felt them laugh at her weakness, at her fear.
Maybe the world would always laugh at them, the farm girl and the hero want-to-be.
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