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It wasn’t until recently that he took up his new name. The Princess felt it more appropriate that the Hero of Hyrule should bear the Legendary title; Link. It felt strange, however, the Princess justly stated that it was earned. It took time to adjust as it did with being called Hero. Hyrule even realized that he shared his nickname with the Land. He preferred that. A little twinge of familiarity swept over him. The name of the land, the very land he fought to protect, the very land that he felt most in tune with, gave him a sense of being at home. That always had been the case. Sharing a name. It would seem that all Zelda’s alike shared their name as well. The name had been decreed in his timeline and judging by all the stories from the other Link’s it felt the same. An unknown but very well-followed decree. The Hero of Hyrule, or the newly named Link, had a secret. Several secrets.

Even though the Hero of Hyrule had proven capability, Hyrule mentally sketched out the differences between himself and the group. There had been similarities as well, but…everyone was born into the name Link. They never had a name before that. They never had to hide their born-given name, the quiet traveler’s mind swirled in deep thought.

The team of Heroes had set up camp for the night in the middle of an unknown wood. No one could figure whose land they had set foot in. Hyrule sat on a log stump with a bowl of hearty stew. Camp quickly became filled with much talk. Warriors and Legend bickered. Wind started to tell a tale of shivering timbers. The fire crackled as Four, Twilight, and Wild listened to the seafarer’s swashbuckling tale. Sky had dozed off and Time sat just a little ways away from camp.

Hyrule half-listened and finished the stew. The lumps of meat and thick juices were filling as he set the bowl beside him. The utensils needed cleaning and Hyrule needed a moment. Deciding to pick up the cleaning he wordlessly collected the bowls. Wind practically sang with excitement as he explained how he hunted down a mysterious ghost ship. If Hyrule hadn’t been muddled with thoughts, the young teen would have loved to hear about it. Being so social and exuberant seemed to be Wind’s specialty. An easy read. Hyrule loved that about the young hero. Stepping away to find a brook, he passed Time. The unnamed leader of the group gave a knowing look as Hyrule retreated with the dishes.

Exhaling in relief, Hyrule sat near the open stream. Moss and ivy tangled up the trees as the water babbled. Hyrule began to wash the bowls clean. Water splashed upwards and upon seeing his reflection, Hyrule blinked. His Princesses would have giggled and pointed out the shaggy mess that was his hair. Brown locks curled as water droplets dripped causing wrinkles in the light current from the stream. Drawing in some breath and basking in the cool night's air, the traveler listened. Wind must’ve let Four take over, for the pirates' boisterous excitement had calmed.

Hyrule knew that the others would soon ponder on his whereabouts. Each Hero had a varying degree of worry when it came to Hyrule’s sense of direction. Wasn’t that the point of adventuring? Getting lost was just a part of the equation. Wolfie would soon be hot on his trail, and the animal would see that Hyrule hadn’t gone far at all. Crinkling his nose a bit, his mind sauntered back and forth from idea to secret. His secrets. Rubbing the back of his left hand, it felt warm. Each Hero had secrets and it would seem that they all harbored trust issues.

Dipping his hands into the stream, the water felt cool. Splashing water onto his face, he felt more awake. He should ask for the first watch tonight. Putting this sleeplessness into use would be good. The water felt good. Standing up with cleaned bowls in hand, he froze. The wood fell quiet and the group's cheerful banter had vanished. Dark brown eyes scanned the forest. It felt different. No. It was different. Straining his ears to listen for the faintest of sounds, Hyrule toyed with the idea that maybe somehow a portal had engulfed him. The brunette hadn’t seen any portals...they were big, ominous, and obvious. Perhaps it was the forest itself? Time would talk of those getting lost forever in that one place. He couldn't place the name of that forest. Right now, he needed to focus. Keep calm and think. All he had was bowls and his pack. He had left his sword and shield with the group.

“Tsk.”

A twig snapped from behind the brush. The Hero of Hyrule pivoted looking into the direction of the noise. Heart thumping, his gaze didn’t meet with the calm stream that he had just interacted with. Confused and a bit intrigued, he stared at the landscape before him. Marble columns towered as ivy snaked up the decrepit pillars and in its center an architecture that resembled something of a small temple-like shrine. Hyrule clutched the bowls as if they were a lifeline. Where was he?

The traveler stepped toward the structure. Its walls and pillars were etched with faded engravings. The decorations had been mere filigree with the occasional image of the Triforce. Light quickly faded as the moon crept high, he needed to find the others. But how? The night’s creatures began to chirp and make merry as Hyrule’s eyes adjusted to the darkness. If memory serves the brunette right...it was Four that said to stay in one place if lost. Such advice would be a death sentence back in his homeland. Tightening his jaw, Hyrule shoved the bowls into his satchel. Needing something more useful, he dug into his pack and attained the item that he required. The candle. The magical wick flickered for a short second and its flame began to burn. Its light illuminated the surrounding area by a twenty-foot radius. This grand structure stood tall and Hyrule marveled at its architecture. The entrance’s door towered over the short traveler.

Shifting his weight, Hyrule pressed a hand onto the door and pushed. The frame felt thick as he powered through the creaky entrance. Curiosity had overtaken the boy as he surveyed the great hall. The main room resembled a chapel. Benches, covered in foliage, lined up toward the opposite side to what looked like a pool of water. The scent of wildflowers wafted in the air as he began to wander the room. Eyeing the decorative mosaics, he saw the intricacies etched deep into marble. From what he gathered, each faded picture depicted a girl's journey. A journey of purification. Sky’s Zelda did something like that. As did Wild’s.

As he stepped closer to the clear pool’s edge a flitter of wings danced around the water. Fairies. Raising the candle, the fountain of water housed many fairies. Hearing faint giggles, Hyrule couldn’t help but smile. No matter the timeline some things never change. Setting down the candle, Hyrule took in a deep breath and closed his eyes. Completely at ease.

“Hello…” a soft voice laughed. Hyrule opened his eyes. A fae woman standing atop the water, hair sleek and adorned in wildflowers. Soft crystal blue eyes peered into his own. Her hands clasped together as if in prayer. The fae tiptoed toward the young man, her dress flowed with each step she took. Hyrule’s heart skipped a beat as she spoke again, “I know you.” from afar one could mistake this woman to be a child but now that she was up close, she towered over Hyrule. With a simple nod, Hyrule kept eye contact.

The Queen Fairy took up his left hand while thumbing the back, “Zelda. I’ve grave news.”

Hyrule gulped down whispering, “You know my name.”

“All of us know.” she reassured, “Zelda. Listen. It matters not where you step...the blood that runs through thy veins can still awaken Demise.” Hyrule nodded as she continued, “His disciples hunt relentlessly for the Golden Wisdom and the Power to do so.”

“I’ll ensure they’ll never get a hold of it.”

Satisfied with the traveler's answer, a hand caressed Hyrule’s cheek. Blond hair waved and curled as she closed her eyes, “Born with the spirits of both the Hero and the Goddess, may this help you in your journey.” With that, she pushed back the unkempt hair to reveal Hyrule’s clean forehead. Leaning in, and with softest lips, she gently kissed. A flurry of magic whirled around them as she floated away, “Use the waters to cleanse your weary body and let the fairies aid you on your journey to come.” with that she faded away.

“Yes...Mother Fairy.”

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The older Hero listened. Fire crackled from a distance. The Hero of Wind actively thrust his dominant hand, portraying how he defeated and solved the mystery of the Ghost Ship. Although heartfelt, Time couldn’t shake his disapproval. The seafarer was the youngest of the group and he had already been through much. Yes, the young one took it in stride and, yes, Wind was an exceptional adventurer, but still. Wind is a child. He should have been protected from it all. Gannon. That coward. Foolishly greedy and despicably smart. Time's blood boiled.

Time needed to stay in control. His emotions clouded his mind as he stared off into the distance. The wilderness beyond the camp appeared calm. A breeze rustled the leaves, as he felt someone pass by. Hyrule. The traveler carried emptied soup bowls, taking on the duty of cleaning. Perhaps Warriors bribed him into doing so? No matter the case, at least it would be done. Time observed the younger Hero as he disappeared out of sight and away from camp. Sounds of water splashes indicated that Hyrule hadn’t gone far. Good.

Inhaling and exhaling through the nose, the laughter from camp made it easier. It wasn’t like the many sleepless nights; it wasn’t like before. Upon meeting each Hero, Time never ceased to be more surprised. Each one had a story. Each one had an important role to play and even now they all possessed the courage to do so. Time rubbed the back of his left hand.

“Courage to do so...” Time repeated out loud.

“You’re doing it again,” Twilight spoke whilst holding a bowl of stew, “Wild made a spiced meat stew. It’s rather good.”

“Hm?” Time tilted his head to peer into Twilight’s eyes. Twilight offered as Time took the bowl, “Did he now? I shouldn’t put it to waste.”

Twilight leaned into the tree as he laughed, “You should join us. It’s all in good fun.”

Time took a bite. Sweet Hylia, Wild could whip up the most flavorful dishes. He scooped up another bite, swallowing it down. Time began, “Hyrule is just around the bend. I’ll wait for his return.” Time continued to eat.

The other Hero peered into the darkening forest. The sun had set and Twilight sniffed the air. Time glance up at Twilight, “Something I should know?” his successor kept silent, still sniffing. The tension began to build in Time’s chest. The splashing of water quieted some time ago, so Hyrule should be coming back. The two heroes waited. It hadn’t been ten minutes

“You said Hyrule left?” Twilight’s voice hardened.

“I did. Took bowls to the stream.” Time answered. Setting down the meal, he stood. Twilight kept to himself. Time focused with his good eye, scanning just beyond the trees, the older man spotted the stream.

“I don’t smell him. Must have wandered off. I’ll check it out.” the younger hero pulled out a lantern as he began to head in the same direction that Hyrule had gone. Time followed.

Reaching the stream, Twilight scanned the area. Time, however, found traces of footsteps, and called out, “Over here.”

Perplexed, the older blonde kneeled. A Crystal blue eye pursued the trail which led straight into the water. Nothing was on the other side and he would have surely heard the crash if Hyrule had fallen in. Twilight also stared at the odd findings, “This isn’t good.” Time could hear the severity, “He is unarmed. I’ll start a search.”

“Hurry back. That moon will only get higher and the forest more dangerous. That Traveler is just as bad as Wild.”

“I’ll be back before too long.” With that, Time watched as the Hero of Twilight shadow-shifted into a wolf and ran off into the brush.

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The brunette stood, motionless, mind thumbing through the words of warning. No matter where he stood, where he went, the traveler carried a terrible burden. Heart growing heavy, hazel eyes gazed at the pool. Moonlight reflected off the clear waters as Fairies danced above its surface; Hyrule needed to move. Finding the group needed to be a priority.

Eventually, Hyrule took steps away from the tranquil sight and took up the candle once more. He better get back quickly and hopefully, it wouldn’t take all night. The group couldn’t have a Link out of commission; especially, if it’s due to lack of sleep. Walking down the aisle, the traveler’s mind began again. Demise. Ganondorf would never have the Triforce! The Hero of Hyrule vowed to put an end to such tyranny.

Passing through the entrance, the teen rubbed where Mother Fairy had kissed. Feeling the magic against his fingertips comforted the Traveler. It was a familiar sensation. Link’s first memories of the travels to the decrepit Fairy Fountains had always given him enlightened strength. He wondered if the girl from the mosaics felt the same. Hyrule would never wish something so strenuous on anyone, but he’d met the other Link’s. They went through so much and… He couldn’t help but feel he had it easy. Hyrule could sense the suffering and all he wanted to do was ease the pain. The traveler hadn’t any grand stories to tell or the know-how to describe certain events in words. This was the most he’d ever spoken and words escaped his mind like sand in a sieve. So he opted to listen. It was the best option. Some of the adventurers, especially Wild, had often come for a lending ear or at the very least sit quietly with.

Raising the Candle a bit, Hyrule came to a fork in the road. Both paths seemed quiet but unease prickled down his spine. Not having a sword meant greater risk for spilt blood. The wind picked up as the candle’s fire flickered. Hyrule took a breath and began to weigh the options. There wasn’t much to weigh…and something within directed his feet to step left, and without question, Hyrule did just that. The traveler didn’t bother to keep track of time, he never had to in the past, just as long as he kept aware of the surroundings he’d have the upper-hand.

The leaves rustled. Heart skipping a beat, he scanned the area. If only he had his sword…and his shield. What did he have? Bowls, a candle, half a magic potion, and… His hammer. He’d need both hands for that and he needed to see. Perhaps he could jump over whatever was coming and make a break for it? Alright. That was the best plan.

The leaves rustled! Hyrule took a step back. Eyes scanning for possible escape routes. With a sudden jump, Hyrule had locked onto a predator’s eyes. Not just any eyes. The wolves. Wolf!

“Oh! It’s you! Thank goodness.” the wolf snuffed a bit as he sauntered over to Hyrule. The animal sniffed and leaned into Hyrule’s hand. The traveler obliged by petting the friendly creature, “Let’s get back to the others. Can you take me to them?”

The wolf began to lead the way. At least he wasn’t alone anymore. Hyrule realized what a strange thought that was. He’d always been alone…

Hyrule walked in silence with the Wolf. The silence weighed heavy on the traveler’s shoulders, so he began to hum, “I bet the others are worried. Heh…” Hyrule felt nervous, “I guess… Having people around that care isn’t strange for most. It’s strange for me. Pray tell… if something were to arise to anyone I cared for.” Hyrule rambled softly. He felt safe with the Wolf, just as he did with the Zelda’s from his era. The animal stepped slower now trotting beside the elven traveler, “The others are good. They are. Really!” The words rolled off his tongue shakily. He needed to practice speech, “Yo-you can tell. Or you wouldn’t be around helping us all. Heh..”

Link grew silent. All he was doing was talking the wolf’s ear off. Rambling to a wolf. The wolf bumped into Hyrule. Hyrule smiled sheepishly, this animal encouraged. “They- won’t be too mad, will they? Would they even believe what happened? Should I even bother?” he kept going, “I’ll start by saying this. To you.” Hyrule walked down the path and the trees began to look more and more familiar, “A Mother Fairy had appeared before me-”

“A Mother Fairy, you say?” Hyrule jumped. That voice! Time! Hyrule looked up at the taller adventurer and nodded.

Hyrule began, “Time! Uh- yes. A Mother Fairy’s shrine appeared before me and… I went to it. I’m sorry.”

Time eyed Hyrule and looked over to the Wolf who now walked towards the bush, “Don’t be. Fairy’s are wise. I’m glad you aren’t harmed. Come. Let’s go back to the fire.”

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“Hiyahh!!” A Link cried. The flurry of action took the group by surprise. Raising shields and blades, the nine heroes began to go in a coordinated formation. The seafarer aimed his boomerang at the horde, which consisted mainly of Bokoblin, Keese, and Moblin’s. The young Hero recognized most of the cowards! They were from his era! Feeling the adrenaline let loose like an arrow, Wind took the lead. Showing the others that he was more than capable would further grant the respect that he so yearned for.

“This should be easy!” Wind smirked.

Readying his trusty blade, the Hero of Wind began to cut through the disoriented crowd. The Hero’s pushed forward with the same force! Wind felt proud to be fighting alongside talented people!

Plunging his blade into an enemy, Wind slashed upward. The Bokoblin hit the ground without much pushback. Not infected. These monsters were nothing like the stronger fiends from earlier, so he didn’t need to be so cautious. A wave of relief swept the young islander and his grip tightened over the Phantom Blade. Focusing on sword technique, Wind took the opportunity to horizontally slash down another unsuspecting Bokoblin.

Falling back, the young Hero watched as the Captain sprung into action. Warriors struck through the Moblin’s practically dancing to an unknown rhythm. “Such twinkle toes.” he said under his breath.

Taking this time to peek into his pack, he thumbed through items. His brothers could use the support and with how many monsters there were, they needed ways to buy time. Should he use the boomerang again? Scanning the battlefield, he noticed Wild and Four were cornered!

Pulling out the Deku leaf, Wind gripped the stem. With a mighty motion, the Hero of Wind’s flapped the great leaf causing a powerful gust of air to throw Keese and Bokoblin off-balance! This gave Four and Wild ample opportunities to take down their enemies. Wild quickened his pace, slashing through the flying Keese. Four shouted his thanks as he, too, took down a dumbfounded Bokoblin. A smile crossed his lips.

Tucking away the Deku Leaf, Wind heard Epona. Her hooves galloped against the field. Epona’s rider swung his sword killing a few Monsters along the way. It took no effort! He’d never seen horses before this adventure. Epona was beautiful, gentle, and intelligent. Twilight would often let Wind go horseback riding. Watching him gallop down the slope, Wind pondered what’d it feel like to go that fast on horseback.

A few days ago, Twilight announced that they were in his homeland and the party agreed that supplies needed replenishment. As they followed Twilight across the great field, Wind stayed close admiring this Hyrule. He could hardly contain the excitement brewing from within. The islander would often take out Aryll’s trusty spyglass and peer off into the vast land ahead. Wind could feel the smiles and stares from his older brothers, but he could care less. Wind needed this! He needed to know what the Red Lion’s saw! He needed to know what the King saw! If he could learn from the other Lands of Hyrule then his home would benefit.

Snapping back to reality, Wind clutched the hilt of the phantom blade. A Moblin charged at Wind! Barely having any time to parry with his sword, Wind bit his inner cheek. This was no time to get distracted. Jumping back to gain distance from his attacker, Wind locked eyes with it. The experience from countless battles with these Moblin’s served him well, and all he needed to do was overwhelm it. The Moblin leaned forward using all it’s weight to thrust its javelin at the young Hylian. The pig-like creature's expressive eyes widened. Realizing that the prey had rolled behind and sliced it’s back. With a cry, the monster's weapon hit the floor. Wind watched as it frantically tried to look for something to fight with. However in its moment of panic, it threw its weight into a punch.

Again Wind dodged, “Really? Is that all you got?” preparing for his next attack, a horn sounded in the distance. Heroes and monsters alike stopped to stare. “What in Hylia’s name-?!”

Up atop a hill more bokoblin upon boar-like mounts stood. At the center of the Monster’s group a larger, fatter, Moblin sat. Its mount was clad in armor! Wind couldn’t help but notice the Moblin’s helmet! The horns curved and pointed out like a strong bull's head. Wind squinted. One of the horns looked like it had been haphazardly stuck back! Time shouted amidst the confusion, “Fall back, there's much too many!”

Before the Heros had time to react, the horn sounded once more! The mounted monsters charged! The Horned Moblin swung his large ax and with great strength pummeled the very opponent that Wind was fighting! The other mounted loosened their arrows onto the Hero’s enemies! They weren’t here to attack but to aid?

“Haha!” Twilight laughed, “The calvary is here!” the horserider rode alongside the aid, as he slashed his sword into an unsuspecting Moblin. Wind could tell that the tide was shifting in the Hero’s favor! A sense of new vigor swept over Hylia’s chosen and all the Hero’s pushed towards victory!

Rolling out of the way, the young Seafarer noticed one of the mounts dropping a barrel in the middle of a very baffled monster horde. Not long after an arrow hit the keg. A fire arrow! The barrel detonated! Monsters died on impact and Wind went flying! Hitting the floor, Wind somehow managed to stay conscious. His sword must have flung out of his hands during the blast.

Head fuzzy and ears ringing, the fourteen-year-old scanned his surroundings. There were no more than a few monsters left. They were winning! For Hylia's sake, he needed to stand and... Shouts? His brothers were shouting. If it wasn’t for the blasted ringing he could try to make them out. A large shadow cascaded Wind. Looking up, a large, muscular figure stood. Wind squinted. It had a bull-doggish face and its complexion was an unhealthy brownish blue. The monster positioned it’s weapon to impale. Trying to move, his body couldn’t go fast enough. Heart thumping, the shouts got louder and Wind felt weak. Weak from terror.

Reaching for his sword, the young Hero only felt the grass. The unrecognizable Moblin opened its mouth and bellowed, “BLOOD!”

Body tensing, all he could do was watch. The Moblin readied it’s attack, screaming. Wind didn’t understand. He didn’t know that they could speak nor could he comprehend what it meant by blood. Terror ripped through his mind as he tried to escape. The monster’s mouth frothed as it exhaled hotly on Wind. The spear came down! Eyes shut tight, Wind braced his self-

CLANG!

Steel clashed! Someone had come to his rescue! Opening his eyes, Wind choked on his breath. Hyrule. Hyrule! It was Hyrule! Wind could barely believe what he was witnessing. The traveler parried the hulking brute! Scooting backward, Wind needed to do something. Anything. He needed to help. If only he wasn’t so dizzy. The young Hero’s vision blurred. As it began to fade to black...Wind could have sworn Hyrule delivered a final blow...

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Sprinting down a sloped hill, he felt adrenaline and magic pump through his veins. The monsters roared as they tried to catch the Hero, but he proved to be quicker. Using the momentum to his advantage, the Hero leaped. Positioning the magical blade downward, he kept his eye on the prize, and let gravity plunge into the back of a large Moblin. 

THUD! 

Inky blackness covered the silver sheen of his sword. These fiends were tainted. The traveler would have to make haste. 

Pivoting with a quick slash, another monster tried to sneak from behind. And failed. It hadn’t realized how deep the gash was until it took a step forward. Blood wept from its wound, in its stupor, the Moblin fell. 

Hyrule inhaled. 

The others had their hands full too. The group of champions hadn’t expected to be ambushed. Especially not out in the open. It showed. Each Hero took on Ganon’s followers with caution. It had been days since they all had proper time to rest and to add insult to injury supplies were low. This was troublesome. These cursed demons were no better than the ones from his realm. 

The traveler’s heart drummed as he ran. 

He fought to protect the Kingdom; regardless of timeline. This was home. It mattered not how the landscape changed. The dawning sun, the quiet forests, the mighty mountains… it was all the same. Each realm shared so much and yet so little. Adventure gripped at the very heart of these lands. And Hyrule would keep fighting to protect the terrain and diverse peoples.

Somewhere caught with the wind, the youngest Hero shouted. Wind relayed that some of the monsters were not infected. A mixed bag? Perhaps some of them wanted to see the sale in action? Or was it a tactical choice? Something about this whole ordeal didn’t bode well. 

Hazel eyes scoped the battlefield. Keeping tabs on the team, the brunette made it a point to aid them. It wasn’t about his survival anymore. Most of the horde hailed from the Great Seas. Which the seafarer often boasted of swashbuckling tales. They were scurvy scoundrels. 

If this wasn’t a serious situation, Hyrule would laugh; Wind’s vocabulary began to rub off on him. 

Without warning a pig-faced demon swung its club at Hyrule. With a practiced motion, the Hero raised his shield. Bracing for impact, Hyrule’s eyes shut tight.

CLANG! 

It reverberated in a loud clatter. Swinging the shield, he bashed the attacker with brute force. Hyrule needed to gain distance and yet he could not manage.

An arrow zipped by plunging into his foe’s chest. 

Wild’s no doubt.

Not missing a beat, Hyrule rolled between two Bokoblin. The monsters followed and did not realize why their prey had chosen such a maneuver. 

From up above Keese spat embers. Yowling in surprised annoyance, the Bokoblin began to swipe viciously at them. The monsters forgot about the traveler.

He took a breath. Readjusting the magical sword, he spun, and took down some Keese. Monsters surrounded the team. The teen knew they couldn’t last. There were just too many. Whoever had summoned these fiends wanted the Heroes to tire. His muscles screamed from constant strain. If they weren’t careful, a misstep could lead to someone being injured or worse.

Darting through another horde, his blade slashed through several enemies leaving a trail of black ink in his wake. Through burning muscles, Hyrule huffed. They needed to regroup. He could use magic. But that could prove dangerous. Each spell had the potential of rendering him unconscious. It would also mean a secret would be revealed. 

Knitting his brow, Hyrule frowned, “Blast!”

Before he could unleash a powerful flurry of magic, a horn disrupted his concentration. Everyone stopped to look. Opportunity presented itself and he took up the sword once again. 

With a quick jab, he sank the blade into an unsuspecting Bokoblin. Blood sprayed and dirtied his tunic. Lifelessly, it slumped forward. 

Time shouted something about falling back and before he could fathom what was happening, the battle was in the Hero’s favor. It was a sight to behold. The brunette watched Twilight ride alongside boar-riding Bokoblin. The beating of hooves quaked the earth.

Hyrule witnessed the leader plow through the cluster of monsters and its followers broke off into three separate groups. The first two surrounded the horde. Fire-lit arrows shot into the skies and rained down on the horde. Killing many on impact.

BANG!

The earth shook and it took him a moment to process what happened. Blinking a couple of times, dirt and dust had kicked up in the air. Squinting he saw monsters, weapons, and Wind fly across the field. 

Wait.

Heart sinking, Hyrule pivoted. Scanning and dodging enemy attacks, the traveler ran. The enemy forces dwindled. Worry tore at his heart. Pushing leg muscles to the brink, Hyrule jumped over debris. The other Heroes began to shout and scream. Swinging around, he listened. 

Where was he?

He saw Wind. Towering over the young hero was a Moblin. A massive ugly giant, it was from his hyrule, glared down with black beady eyes. Wind was petrified. Its thick, hulking heap gripped a sharpened spear ready to skewer the boy.

 “Wind!!”

With a disgusting battle cry, the giant made a downward thrust. A guttural roar escaped its sinewy throat, “BLOOD!”  

Pad. Pad. Pad. SHING! 

Parrying the brutish fiend, the Moblin shrieked. The hero and monster locked in contact. Its eyes smoldered, it jerked, wanting to overthrow the opponent. Heels digging into wet soil, his arms and legs burned, begging to give out. Tense muscles felt as though they’d snap. He couldn’t. He couldn’t give up. Not now. Hyrule stayed firm. Calling upon his courage, he glared at the foul creature. 

Using gravity against the smaller Hero, he felt his strength waning, Hyrule pushed back. Large jowls gaped and spat as it drew closer. And closer and closer. He could feel the hot breath against his cheeks. It was too close.

Instead of jagged canines, rows upon rows of sharp teeth took its place. Its face swelled. Its doggish complexion splintered and in between the creases black veins protruded. It’s flesh was rotten. The Moblin deteriorated. 

In Hyrule’s astonished horror, its face kept changing. Fear ebbed at his courage. 

The worst part was the eyes. Bright crimson pools seethed, glaring deep into Hyrule's soul. As if undressing him. Heart racing, he felt cold. Those malicious eyes were molded by hellfire.

Breath hitching, the nightmarish demon brushed against elvish ears. It took in Hyrule’s scent. Cooing. Hyrule jerked away.

“Oh.” a powerful voice began, “Does being a mortal ever tire you?” 

Hyrule’s eyes widened. Why did this feel familiar? 

“Intriguing.” it laughed, “Fate is a cruel blessing. Both intertwined...” The demon quieted as it thought. Hyrule pushed the creature away. No avail. 

“How I missed you.” his hands shook under the demon’s weight, “Awaken me, Hero.” Those smoldering eyes jeered, “...or shall I say Hylia?”

Hyrule’s blood ran cold. Whoever this demon was...it found satisfaction. Horrible, terrible satisfaction.

In the distance, the team of Heroes came running. Epona’s hooves thudded against grassy terrain. His muscles began to ache. Hyrule needed a plan. And quick.

The sun's reflection gleamed off the sheen of metal. Screwing up crimson eyes, the monster grimaced. That’s it! Hyrule angled the magical blade. Positioning the metal to reflect the sun’s light, while maintaining the standstill. A brilliant white light flashed. Attempting to block with its meaty hands the demon had lost.

Sliding to the right, the teen kicked up his leg forcing it off balance. The demon grunted, agitated, and swiped aimlessly. Massive hands clawed at the Hero. Ducking into position and pointing the blade skyward, the traveler seized his moment. 

Pushing upwards, the magical blade ran through hardened chest muscle. Blood dripped. Red eyes widened. Stunned. Gurgling. 

Hyrule forcefully twisted the hilt. 

A final breathy groan escaped its throat and it hunched forward toppling over the teen.It knocked the wind out of his lungs and he fell. Grunting, the large body pinned Hyrule’s smaller frame on the hard earth. 

Gasping for air, he tried to shove, kick, and scoot out from under the large form. He was stuck. The stink of blood invaded the brunette's nose. It was crushing him. 

He couldn’t breathe. 

Panic tore at his mind. Heart pounding. Hyrule struggled against the thick body. Nothing would give way and it hurt. The magical sword dug into his skin. Body achy, Hyrule kept trying to escape.

“Hey calm down now. We’ll pull you out from under.” Hyrule huffed, “That’s right. Just simmer down. Listen to my voice.” Twilight soothed. He was good at this, “Alright, Rulie. We’re gonna count to three and you’ll be able to crawl free.” 

Hyrule nodded. 

“Good. Now. One… two… three!” As quickly as they announced, they lifted the moblin, Hyrule pulled his sword and crawled out from under. All he could do was breathe. Propping onto all fours, he took big gulps of air. In and out. One and two. One breath at a time. 

Turning back to look at the thing. He saw that its face had reverted back to normal. Not a hint of the nightmare that he’d witnessed. Hyrule’s breath stilled. What was that? Did anyone else see that?

Twilight crouched over and rubbed the brunette's back, “See? We got you out. Just breathe.”

With a jolt, Hyrule sat up, “Wind! Is-is he-?” 

“Whoa there…He’s fine.” Twilight hadn’t stopped the circular motion. It felt nice, “While you took on the Moblin, Four and Wars pulled him away. Wind’s safe...” Twilight glanced over to Sky and nodded.

Relief swept over him. Wind was safe. 

Grass stains, mud, and dirt clung to his skin. Touching matted locks, he sighed and began to ruffle any excess dirt out. His tunic didn’t fare any better. The cloth was caked with a mix of grime and blackened blood. Gross. That would take forever to clean. Not to mention the mending and patchwork. Did he have any needles and thread? 

“You think you can stand?” Sky asked. 

With a shake of the head, Hyrule began to push himself up.  

“Good. Good. Let’s hurry and get to the others.” Twilight smiled as he gestured for the two to follow. 

Trembling, fear prickled and coiled his heart. What was that?

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Kakoriko Village resided within a canyon safely tucked between the undulating terrain of Death Mountain. Light sheets of sand blanketed the land leaving greenery scarce. The sun-baked village, although bare, was hospitable and quiet. Homes and shops lined the hamlet keeping the center road wide. At the edge of town lay a clear-water spring and the soft trickling of waterfalls echoed throughout the sleepy canyon. It was beautiful. 

Across the way lay a large adobe building. The round architecture set itself apart from the rest of the village and was known as the sanctuary. Within its walls was a circular auditorium where the nine heroes now stayed. The shaman, Renado, had graciously taken them in, giving them clean clothes and a place to properly wash up. And being a doctor the man assisted in medical treatment.

It was good to be clean.

“Hmm..” a hum echoed through the monastery, “it is good that you came to me, Link. If you had not…well let us not talk of such things.” Twilight stood near his friend. Renado was tall and wore an extended hewn robe made of thick beige material that Hyrule could not discern. Draped over the robe was a golden brown textile that had been weathered by the sun, depicting holy marks that flowed from top to bottom. 

Hyrule eyed Renado.

“The boy will be alright. He has a fighting spirit just like those little ones I’ve grown fond of.” 

Twilight, who was beside the copper-skinned shaman, sighed in relief. They all worried a great deal for the Seafarer's wellbeing. The battle gave them the jump and whittled down their rejuvenescence, so it boosted morale when Renado had announced the news. 

“You hear that?” Twilight called out, “Renado says he’s gonna be just fine.”

Their silent leader, Time, stood closest to the door where Wind resided and Hyrule observed the tension in those broad shoulders relax. He must’ve been the most worried. 

Renado regarded the group, “As guests of mine, and friends of Link, I wish to make this journey easier.” he paused, “There is an inn up the hill, let the keeper know I have sent you and she’ll take care of any accommodations you may need.” 

Twilight blinked inquisitively, “Ah! So you’ve finally re-built the plot?”

“Yes. We thought it would be best for weary travelers that come through. And being close to Goron’s we have the added benefit of hot springs.”

“Hot springs?” Warriors interjected excitedly, “I know what I’m about to do. Anyone care to join?” he stood up. The blonde hero peered at the group and began to count the show of hands.

“First let’s get settled at the inn.” The shortest Hero spoke, “I, for one, need some rest.”

“Me too.” Sky agreed.  

Patting his friend's shoulder, the shaman spoke once again, “Help yourself to food, drink, and rest.” He took a step toward a closed door that was to the left, “I will tend to the little one. Sleep well.” With that, Renado left.

Inhaling deeply, Twilight clasped his hands together, now beside Warriors, “I suggest we get some rest and head to the inn. Tomorrow we should stock up on supplies.” Twilight playfully elbowed the scarf-wearing Hero, “I’m sure that we all want to check out that hot spring, though.”

Legend piped up, “So long as I get my own room, we’ll be good. I rather not see your mugs until I have to.” 

“D’aw…Don’t be like that Vet.” Warriors mocked while elbowing Twilight back, “I know you can’t get enough of us.”

“More like enough of you.” Legend twitched and Hyrule chuckled. 

At least Wind was alright. The good news had lifted everyone's spirits and the playful banter had returned. Eyelids growing heavy, sleep would come soon, and Hyrule itched to leave the stuffy hall. 

As the eight Hero’s left, leaving Wind in Renado’s care, they made their way to the inn. It was comfortable and warm. Tapestry similar to Renado’s robes decorated the walls, while a welcome sign hung above the keeper's counter. Hyrule yawned, enjoying the pleasantries of the cozy inn, his eyes marveled at the hearth to the left of him. 

Four had already sunk into a well-cushioned seat just before a crackling fire.

A large woman, who was the innkeeper, began to flirt with Twilight. They knew each other. Hyrule listlessly listened to the conversation barely catching the woman’s name. It was Telma. 

It was strange. 

In his realm, women did not own shops. They did not own homes. They could not own unless they were either widowed or of noble class. Men took advantage of the kingdom's social disarray and treated the opposite sex as precious commodities. Women weren't allowed to roam out the towns of his land, for fear of being snatched up or sold in markets. It was another reason to hide his true name.

So it was good to see Telma. It was good to see that people treated each other with equal footing. 

Twilight put a key in the traveler's hand, “Th-thanks.” Hyrule stuttered. The blue eyed Hero only smiled as he continued to hand keys to the others. 

Making his way down the hall, Hyrule found his designated room and entered. 

Closing the door, he saw the room was simple. Rustic furnishings welcomed the weary traveler as he ambled over to a chair. Placing his enchanted bag onto the table, he sat. 

He was finally alone. 

Hyrule felt an inkling of frigid fear creep back. He’d seen the strange and the bizarre but...whatever that was. Scared him. 

In all his travels nothing compared. Not even Ganon. He was used to being hunted by monsters. They wanted his blood. They wanted to resurrect their master and that terrified Hyrule. But this...this was different. 

If the Hero’s ever learned of this they’d cast him aside as so many did in the past. Hyrule craved their company and it was selfish. 

Warriors kept up morale. 

Twilight always had a way with words. 

Four stayed level-headed. 

Wind boasted of adventure. 

Wild was recklessly fun. 

Time was a child at heart.

Sky was kind and gentle.

And Legend was always prepared.

Hyrule, however, was selfish.

A hollow feeling had swept over the traveler. They were everything that he wasn’t. He just could not compare. Tears began to flow as he tried to blot out what he saw. 

Breathing in deeply, his lungs couldn’t capture air. Hyrule felt the small room closing in. Attempting to alleviate the anxiety he held himself. The boy whimpered.

Those crimson eyes. They smoldered. They seethed. They enjoyed every moment. Hyrule felt those eyes. They wanted him. 

“Awaken me, Hero.”

Instinctively, hands grabbed his bag. Holding it. Hyrule willed himself to focus on breathing. Inhaling and exhaling. It felt good to hold something. 

Calming a little, the boy opened the latch and dug his hand inside. Perhaps something will help. Rummaging through, he thought of his flute. Perhaps playing a melody would help. Hyrule was desperate. 

Rubbing tears away with his other hand, the teen felt something smooth brush against his fingers. That was weird. He reached again and grabbed hold of the item. 

Curiously, he pulled out a tunic. Made of silk and dyed of mauve, the hems were lined with embroidered intricacies depicting separated pieces of the triforce. Whereas some of the scattered artwork within the different realms he’d visited were of the golden power etched together; much like the full crest upon his left hand. 

Hyrule had left the seat, making his way to a mirror, and peered at his reflection. Pressing the tunic against his own. A flush of deep red darkened the boy's cheeks which complimented his glassy eyes.

“When did she...slip this away?” it was barely a whisper. 

"You know...Purple suits you." Her eyes brightened, laying different shades of fabric against olive skin. Link stood at the center of the room as tailors scurried from side to side, measuring his waist, arms, legs and crown. Across the table lay several tools and textiles which were specifically chosen by her majesty. 

“It’s no bother,” Link tried, “really...”

Pressing another piece of shaded cloth onto the hero she justified, “Nonsense. This is the least we can do.” Zelda clarified, “The least I can do. And.. I want to.”

Averting his gaze, heart aflutter, the blood rushed to his cheeks. His ears felt hot. The newly appointed Queen covered her mouth as she giggled.

That day felt so far away. Slipping under the covers, Hyrule let sleep take over, snuggling the silk garb…