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Purah thought she was handling things fairly well, given the circumstances.
It hadn’t been that long since she had seen Zelda and Link off for their trip to explore the catacombs of Hyrule Castle. It had **been, however, far too long since the very castle the pair were investigating had torn itself from the ground and begun to spew what people had taken to calling “Gloom”, a substance all too reminiscent of the Malice that followed Calamity Ganon. Purah didn’t want to begin thinking about what that meant while the princess and her knight were missing, having failed to report back to Lookout Landing as agreed. Sure, she hadn’t slept in days, and yes, maybe she had threatened to throw her goggles at Robbie after he suggested that she take a nap, but could you blame her? How could you even think of sleeping at a time like this!? Still, with frustratingly little information on the duo’s whereabouts and new rumours of trouble in Hyrule’s four corners stirring up, Purah didn’t know how much longer she could go on like this without snapping.
“Purah!”
A yell interrupted Purah from her racing thoughts. Through a window, she spotted Drozer, one of the guards stationed at… the southern gate, if she remembered correctly, running as if his life depended on it in her direction. She made her way out of her office to greet him, worry already gnawing in her stomach.
“Purah!” he yelled again, exhausted. “I- phew- I- I saw something. In the sky.”
“Huh? Something like what?”
“From the sky island to the south. I swear it was a person jumping off, and they… they looked a lot like Link, from what I could see.”
“What!?” Purah exclaimed. “You- how sure are you?”
“I’m not done,” Drozer continued, his face falling. “As they fell, some of that red sludge shot out of the big chasm in the field nearby. It hit them in midair, and, uh, we don’t know where they landed.”
“And you really think that person was Link?” Purah asked grimly. Drozer nodded, and she sighed. “That does sound like the kind of trouble he’d get himself into… and it was just him? No Princess Zelda?”
“Not that anyone saw. W-what should we do?”
“Alright,” Purah began with a tap of her recorder against her palm, “send word to any patrolling squads or free guards to search for them. I’ll have you lead them in the direction you think they fell. If it really is Link, we need to get him back here as soon as we can… and even if it isn’t, that person is gonna need some serious help.”
“Yes, ma’am! I’ll, uh, go now if there’s nothing else,” he added, leaving in a hurry with a determined look on his face once Purah nodded.
Purah felt about fifty different thoughts race through her mind, holding a hand to her head. Link is alive. Link was alive, and he was last seen falling from the sky. From the- from the sky!? She straightened up, looked towards Hyrule Castle, and then down towards the chasm that had opened beneath it. How in the name of Hylia would he have gotten all the way in the sky from down there? The research-oriented part of her brain had already started trying to rationalise how this could have happened. The other, squishier parts were trying hard to avoid a full-on freakout.
“Robbie!” she called out, heels clacking against the wooden floorboards as she ran downstairs.
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It was dark.
It was so, so dark.
It was dark when Link first awoke in the cave on the Great Sky Island before he was greeted by the blinding light of day. It was dark now as he fumbled his way through what he figured were the depths of Hyrule, his only respite from the pitch black being the small blue flames that danced around his feet in clusters. His eyes strained in the dark, but he could barely see a few feet in front of him.
The robes he had adorned on the island did little to break his fall, and Link considered himself lucky. He would have laughed at that, at such a morbid thought, but his throat felt dry and scratchy, and he didn’t dare make a sound, not to mention the chance one of the somethings he could hear in the distance noticed him and attacked from the dark. Link shuddered and continued making his way forward. The thin sandals under his feet did little to stop the feeling of rocks stabbing into his soles, and the leather straps had ripped in places and started grating against his legs. Not to speak of the unbearable aching from his right arm. If you could even call it his. Link figured he had hit it in the fall, but with such low light, no obvious bleeding and no ingredients on hand, he wasn’t sure how to fix it. The only flora he had encountered so far had been some sort of flower that released a cloud of purple smoke when he accidentally trod on it, leaving him disorientated and off-course until his mind cleared. He’d have to ask Zelda what kind of plant-
Ah.
That was the other thing, wasn’t it? Zelda was gone. Again. And this time, Link didn’t know where to find her.
Or the Master Sword, he thought, reaching towards his back on instinct and grasping the nothingness there. Or rather, he tried to, but the pain in his arm made his vision turn white and brought him to the floor. He gasped and waited for the stars in his eyes to fade before looking up. Slowly, he had been making his way towards the only other source of light he had seen, one of the large, glimmering bulbs that dotted the horizon. Gritting his teeth, Link picked himself up and trudged towards the plant-like structure.
After what felt like hours, in the small radius of the warm glow, he looked down at his arm.
And felt sick.
When he woke up, his arm was a dull mix of green and grey that had alarmed him at first before Rauru introduced himself and explained. But now it was a deep, dark red that had a cold sweat running down Link’s forehead. As he had made his way towards the light, he had seen pools of… gunk that were the same colour, faintly glowing in the distance. He’d avoided them like the plague; if Link remembered anything, it was the burning sensation of Malice that still stung fresh in his mind all this time later, and he was taking no chances. If he really wanted to delude himself, he could argue that the harsh magenta hue of Malice had some appeal as a… dye colour or a paint. But this? It radiated pure evil in a way Malice could only dream of.
This feeling… it’s…
Fear, a voice behind him whispered.
Link whipped his head around. The sudden movement jostled his arm again, but the flair of pain went unnoticed. He was too busy figuring out who had said that when the small ring of light he stood in showed no sign of life nearby.
“…who’s there?” Link croaked, his voice barely above a whisper.
No reply, besides the far-off sounds of those awful somethings that seemed no closer than before.
Somewhat distantly, Link could feel himself trembling. He was trembling, and then he was falling to the ground. Each grain of sand dug into his knees like shards of glass and felt like nothing at the same time as he sat, unmoving.
Are you afraid, little hero?
That voice again, its tone cruel and mocking. Not just behind him, this time. It sounded like it was coming from everywhere, yet the white rings of sand lay disturbed by only Link’s footsteps. Still, he looked, desperate for answers.
A meaningless endeavour. I am nowhere you can see me.
What-
Listen.
Link let out a miserable yelp as a burning streak of pain shot through his head, and he fell to his side, feebly clutching his head with his good hand while his other arm lay limp on top of him.
I have been waiting, Link. Waiting for you to find me.
Link felt the familiar sense of pure dread run down his back. It was the same thrashing, suffocating sensation he had endured when he faced Calamity Ganon.
Your name has run like a pest, infesting my thoughts for all these years. I can’t tell you what pleasure it brings me to see you in such a state.
The voice let out a laugh, one hollow yet full of venom. How did it know his name?
You are weak. Your precious sword was no match for me at a mere fraction of my power.
Link froze. How did this voice know about the Master Sword? It… it couldn’t be…
That corpse he and Zelda had come across…
The voice laughed again.
Indeed. You are not the swordsman I was promised, Link. And now, you will either perish here or overcome and give me the fight I have been so patiently waiting for so I may experience the thrill of tearing you to shreds with my own hands instead of watching as you die a pathetic, shivering mess alone in the dark.
As he spoke, the runes on his mangled arm began to glow, the same deep red as the pools of gunk he had passed. They slowly crept up his arm as Link tried in vain to make his way to his feet, still clinging to whatever small shred of hope he had left. Hope that someone would find him. Hope that someone would find Zelda. Hope that he might make it back home. But the entrance he had fallen through was so far away, and Link had barely pulled himself in a feeble half-crawl to the edge of the ring of light before all the strength he had left was exhausted. His entire arm was a smouldering, blinding red now, and the tendrils of light were inching across his chest. The ground beneath him glowed as he lay face-down, twitching.
Zelda…
Everyone…
I’m so sorry.
The last sound that the Hero of Hyrule heard was a sinister laugh as his consciousness faded away. And then it spoke one final time;
Go, and let this world be shrouded in darkness.
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“So,” Robbie began, as he, Purah and Josha sat around the table in Purah’s lab. A large map of Hyrule littered with different markings and symbols took up most of the space, with a few related pages of notes scattered along its edges.
“This,” he said as he pointed to a spot on the map just south of Lookout Landing, “is where Drozer says he saw Link fall from.”
“And that correlates with the location of one of Sky Islands,” Josha continued, looking down at the notebook in her hands, “which we’re calling the… ‘Great Sky Island’ for now.”
“Mm-hmm. Then, BAM, he goes flying in this direction,” he said while moving his finger towards Kakariko Village, “and, based on our calculations, landed somewhere in this area,” he concluded as he traced the circle enclosing parts of West Necluda and the Lanayru Wetlands. Josha grumbled.
“Jeez, Goggles, have we really not been able to narrow it down?”
“Way more people saw what happened after he was struck. We’re still having guards question anyone who might have seen something, but this is all we’ve got to go on now,” Purah sighed, gesturing to the sparse witness reports they had received so far. Teams were already working on a way to check out the Great Sky Island for clues, but progress wasn’t quick. It was a fair way up, and the smallest miscalculation would send people crashing to their doom. Only Link was courageous enough to free-fall from such a great distance.
“And still no sign of the Princess,” Robbie grumbled. The room lapsed into a morose silence. No one needed to say how bleak things were looking.
In the roughly thirty or so hours since Link had been spotted plummeting to the ground, messengers from three of the four main settlements of Hyrule had arrived in Lookout Landing, telling of a unique problem threatening their homes. Purah hadn’t had the time to properly meet with them, so for the moment, they waited down in the emergency shelter and recuperated from their travel.
I guess I should get to that…
“Well,” Purah said, breaking the silence, “if that’s all we’ve got so far, let’s head down and check on our visitors.”
“You go on ahead. I’ll stay here and see if there’s anything we’ve missed,” Robbie replied, already hunched over a few pages and waving them away.
“Alright. You’re with me then, Josha.” The two nodded at each other before stepping out of the room.
The emergency shelter was almost empty, bar Monte guarding the entrance who quietly greeted them, Atmus looking over a map spread over one of the tables, muttering to himself, and Kosi, tinkering away on some weapon or other as always. Their guests sat around the few beds hastily constructed to give soldiers a place to rest, chatting amongst themselves. They turned to face Purah and Josha as they approached, quieting down and waiting for them to speak.
“Hey there, everyone. Sorry to keep you all waiting. We’ve had a bit of a situation crop up,” Purah began.
“No worries. We’ve had some time to get to know each other, and it turns out we’ve all got a similar problem. Sort of,” said a Rito dressed in a guard’s uniform.
“Yeah, we’ve heard rumours of trouble stirring up in some of Hyrule’s regions. Josha, would you mind taking notes?” Purah asked. Josha nodded determinedly and pulled out her notebook. Purah looked to the Rito guard and beckoned him to speak.
“I am Mazli. To summarise, a fierce blizzard has made life in Rito Village dangerous. The main bridge has been destroyed, and only those strong enough to get through the harsh winds can fly in it. We’ve managed to stockpile a decent amount of supplies, but if this keeps up, we’ll be in serious trouble.”
“How long do you think you can hold out?” Purah asked.
“With our current supplies, Teba estimates a year. The rate we’re getting more isn’t sustainable long-term.”
As he finished speaking, the group looked to Josha as she furiously scribbled down his report. Once she was done, she flashed a thumbs-up and looked to the Goron standing on his right. He began to speak, scratching at his cheek.
“Well, my name is Fugo. We’ve started findin’ a new kind of rock we’re calling Marbled Rock Roast in some of the mines, but when we started eatin’ it, things turned south real fast. It puts those who eat it in some sorta… trance, and it isn’t easy to break. I had some, but my master was quick to snap me out of it, and for a while, it was the only thing I could think about. Lucky my master’s really strict, or I’d still be eating it. Yunobo’s been tryin’ to ban his workers from mining the stuff, but they’ve basically jumped ship.”
“How strange,” Purah murmured. “We’ll have to try get a sample in. Well, then, how about Zora’s Domain…?” she asked, facing the final one to speak.
“My name is Gaddison, ma’am,” she said, straightening her posture. “A strange, toxic sludge has begun pouring down from one of those islands in the sky. It’s polluting the water quickly; we can’t breathe and can barely swim through it. We can purify it, but it takes a lot of energy, and if we stop for too long, the water becomes just as bad as when we started. Prince Sidon can do the same work as three Zora, for even longer, but I- we worry what toll it's taking on him and what will happen if things get worse,” she finished, a worried look breaking through her otherwise professional demeanour.
“I see,” Purah said, tapping her recorder against her hand. “And the strange phenomena are just contained in your regions?”
“That seems to be the case,” Mazli nodded. “On my flight over, I saw a sandstorm that seemed to cover Gerudo Desert but stopped at its border.”
“Sounds pretty serious as well. Do you think they’ve sent for help?”
“It’s possible. I saw a pair of Gerudo women heading in this direction. If they are, they may arrive soon.”
“Let’s hope so,” Purah said, sighing in relief.
The group lapsed into silence as Josha continued to write. As she did, Gaddison eventually spoke.
“To be frank… Prince Sidon was wondering if Master Link could lend his assistance to the Domain again. The Prince speaks of him often, even more so since the sludge began.”
Mazli and Fugo nodded in agreement, thinking a similar thing.
Next to Purah, Josha stopped writing and darted her eyes to her mentor, a look of panic forming on her face. This did not go unnoticed by the group.
“…uh, is somethin’ the matter with Link?” asked Fugo slowly.
Josha looked even more panicked and Purah sighed again, placing a palm on her forehead.
“Alright,” Purah began after a beat, moving her hand to her hip and furrowing her eyebrows. “I’ll cut to the chase; we don’t know where Link is. He disappeared around the time the Upheaval began, and-” she continued, raising a hand to cut off the questions the group were about to ask, “the last we saw, he was plummeting from the Sky Island just south of here, until something intercepted his fall and sent him flying eastwards. Until we find him and Princess Zelda, there’s not much we can do to help.”
“The Princess is missing as well!?” Gaddison cried before she covered her mouth in an attempt to calm herself. Mazli and Fugo looked similarly disturbed.
“Yep. We’ve started investigating Link’s whereabouts, but we’ve got no information on Princess Zelda. They were both investigating under Hyrule Castle just before the Upheaval started-”
“You mean the Hyrule Castle that’s currently floating in the air with a huge crater under it?” Mazli interrupted in a flat voice. Purah nodded.
“Yeah. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you how dire the situation is.”
Now, the entire room fell into silence. The others had stopped what they were doing to look at Purah as the discomfort grew. A few moments passed, and while Purah was still thinking of something to say, a Scorpis’s voice from upstairs rang through.
“Purah! Kotta and Leena of the Gerudo are here to see you,” he yelled, dispersing the tension in the air.
“Alright! I’m coming up now,” she yelled back. “You should all come with, if you’ve recovered. We’ll go to my lab,” she said to the others in a quieter tone.
The group collectively nodded, and they headed up.
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Robbie waved his arm in greeting as they entered, not looking up from his work. Purah cleared her throat rather loudly as they gathered around the table until he looked up at her from his chair at the front of the room and jumped at the sight.
“We have guests!” he exclaimed. “Welcome! I am the esteemed Doctor Rob-”
“I already caught everyone up and introduced you. Save the theatrics for later,” Purah interrupted, tossing Josha’s notes at him as he sputtered. “Read these while we take Kotta and Leena’s statements.”
Robbie grumbled but began to do as she asked.
“Alright then, you two,” Purah said, turning around to face them. “How are things in Gerudo Town?”
The pair looked at each other, and then Kotta began to speak.
“Gerudo Town and the surrounding area have been shrouded in a raging sandstorm. Worse still, strange new monsters we’re calling ‘Gibdo’ have started appearing. The only way we’ve found to repel them so far has been elemental attacks, but our supply of materials won’t last forever and aren’t easy to find in the desert. They haven’t attacked Gerudo Town directly yet, but Lady Riju is preparing to retreat underground if they do. She, Buliara and Captain Teake don’t think we’ll be able to fend them off with our current arsenal.”
“Sounds like things are pretty nasty all around,” Robbie piped up, tossing the papers he had finished reading on the table. As the group watched, he got up and began making marks on the map.
“Ten points for your brilliant observation, Doctor,” Purah said, rolling her eyes. She turned back to the rest of the room, who were standing somewhat awkwardly as they waited for the two to stop bickering. “Well, you guys are all welcome to rest up here as long as you need. I’ll let everyone know you’re free to take whatever supplies you want for the trip back home. I’m sorry there’s not more we can do to help, but if you need immediate short-term reinforcement we can probably swing sending some troops your way.”
“Please, do not let it dishearten you. I’m sure everyone will understand,” Leena replied, looking at those next to her who nodded in agreement.
“Thanks for your consideration. I’ll start writing letters for you to give to whoever’s in charge explaining everything, and leave it up to them if they want to share the news. For now, it’s getting pretty late, so you should all go relax for a bit before…” Purah trailed off.
“Thank you, Miss Purah. If that’s all, we’ll leave you to it,” Gaddison said warmly. Everyone waved and nodded their goodbyes, turning to leave.
As soon as the door closed behind them, Purah collapsed onto a stool and let her head fall into her folder arms on the table.
“Doc? Are you alright?” Josha tentatively asked.
Purah groaned in response, lifting her head to meet her assistant’s anxious gaze. She sat up and stretched her arms over her head before letting them fall beside her. Robbie watched on from the other side of the table.
“I’ll be just fine. This whole Upheaval business just keeps getting better and better, doesn’t it?” At that, Josha winced, nervously playing with her glasses. “Don’t worry about me,” Purah continued, giving Josha a gentle pat on the head. “We’ve all been hard at work since everything first began.
“You’re right. But you especially have been in a tizzy ever since Link and the Princess disappeared. If you don’t let yourself rest, we’ll lose one of our most valuable assets in finding them!” Robbie exclaimed, striking a pose.
Purah rested her head against her hand and let out a breath.
“Thanks, you two. I’ll turn in for the night once I’ve written those letters.”
“Don’t worry about it, Doc! Goggles and I can write them and finish adding everything we’ve learnt to our logs. Leave it to us!” Josha declared. Robbie struck another pose in agreement.
“Okie-dokie then. I’ll see you two in the morning. Wake me up if anything major happens, okay?” she threatened, waving her recorder at them menacingly. The two promised, and Purah began the climb to her bedroom.
She could hear the sound of pens scratching away and quiet whispering as she drifted off to sleep, and a small smile crept on her face. She was lucky to have such reliable people in times like these.
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Night had fallen, and all of Hyrule’s depths were washed in darkness.
A lone figure sat perched on the top of a tall, curved tree-like growth. His grey hair flowed behind him, cascading down his back, and the runes littering his body pulsed with a faint, virtually imperceptible glow. He watched silently, observing a camp of soldiers dressed in red, covering their faces with masks. Waiting to see what happened.
Waiting to see if any dared to step out of the light.
Down below, a Yiga Footsoldier on guard duty swore he saw two small dots of light burning in the distance, like eyes. But when he shook his head, they disappeared, and only the inky darkness stared back. He shrugged and walked away.
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Purah woke up the next morning feeling the most rested she had in a week. She headed down to find Josha, fast asleep, curled up in the comfy red chair. Purah gave a small smile at the sight and continued her way outside. It was still pretty early in the morning; the sun must have risen around two hours ago, and everything was quiet. What caught her eye from her position on the deck was Scorpis waving his arms in her direction.
Looks like things won’t be quiet for long.
Purah held back the urge to sigh and made her way towards him.
“Good morning, Purah.”
“Hey, Scorpis. What’s up?”
“It’s not bad news,” he said with a smile. “Drozer returned safe and sound around midnight with a letter from Kakariko Village. He should be downstairs- he insisted on making sure he got it to you in person.”
“That’s good to hear. I’ll head down then. Thanks for the good work, Scorpis.”
“Of course,” he replied. “It’s my honour.”
Purah waved and began climbing down the ladder. As she reached the bottom, she almost ran straight into Drozer, who appeared to be waiting for her. She jumped back a bit, and he raised his hands in apology.
“Jeez, Drozer, give a lady a bit of personal space, would ya’?”
“M-my apologies, Purah! I overheard you talking with Scorpis and wanted to make sure you got this right away. I was going to find you later, but I just woke up and-”
“Woah, woah, hey. Don’t work yourself up too much. Scorpis told me you got back late, so I understand. Anywho, you’ve got a letter for me?”
“Yes! Yes, here it is,” he exclaimed, handing her an envelope. “It was given to me by Paya, so I left immediately to get it to you.”
“Nice work. Alright, I’ll leave you to keep resting up. We need everyone in top form, you hear me?” she said, raising her voice at the end to address the rest of the shelter, including the visitors from yesterday who were all still around. They let out a myriad of yes, ma’am!’s or waved their arms in recognition before returning to whatever they were doing.
Purah walked back to her lab as fast as her legs let her. On her way, Robbie approached her from Josha’s small alcove, where she kept her Depth research materials. Before he could get a word out, Purah grabbed him by the arm and dragged him along, ignoring his cries of indignation. She slid the door open with her foot, making a loud bang as it flew in its tracks. The sound woke Josha, who whipped her head around in alarm before settling on the pair.
“NOW! While I am pleased to see you in such high spirits, would you mind explaining what you’ve DRAGGED me over here for?” Robbie grumbled, wiggling loose of Purah’s grip. She let him as she walked over to the map table.
“A letter from Paya. Check it!” she said, taking up her signature pose.
“Ooh, I hope it’s good news,” Josha murmured as Purah adjusted her glasses and began to read.
“To Purah and company,” she began, “I hope this letter finds you well. When guards from Lookout Landing arrived in Kakariko Village, I did not expect good news, nor did I expect them to bring official word that Link and Princess Zelda had gone missing. I can’t express in writing how much this confirmation has saddened me and the people of Kakariko Village, but we will remain hopeful and are willing to lend you our aid however needed. I accompanied your guards as they questioned people, and we may have found a lead.”
At that, Purah looked up to see Josha clasping her hands in excitement and Robbie breaking into a grin. She continued.
“Ebah, our resident Gloom Specialist, says he saw something odd happen a few nights ago that matches your search. He believes something fell into the Chasm next to his research tent. I implore you to make your way to Kakariko Village if you can; Ebah has requested to show you in person, and I agree that things will make more sense that way. Please, have a safe trek over. I look forward to seeing you despite the circumstances. Signed, Chief Paya of Kakariko Village,” Purah finished, placing the letter on the table.
Josha had moved to cover her mouth. Robbie’s grin had faltered.
“The… Chasm…?” Josha asked, voice muffled slightly.
“Well. That’s just about the last thing I was hoping to hear,” Robbie said plainly. Privately, Purah agreed, but she wasn’t going to say it.
“Let’s not ahead of ourselves. I’m guessing things aren’t as simple as they seem, but it might not be so bad. It’s still early; we can make it there before evening if we leave now.”
“That does seem to be our best course of action. Tell you what. Josha!” Robbie said, pointing at the girl, “You and I will hold down the fort here while Purah goes and investigates.”
“Huh!? Who says I’m not going with Doc?” Josha cried out, pointing back at him.
“I have to agree with Robbie on this one. I need things to keep running smoothly here, and I trust you the most to make that happen.”
“And me, of course,” Robbie interjected.
“Yes, yes, sure,” Purah replied in mock dismissal, waving her hand comically while solely facing Josha. Robbie’s exasperated reaction seemed to lift her spirits, and she giggled.
“Ok then, Doc. You can count on me!”
It didn’t take long for Purah to prepare everything once word got out on her plan. Drozer and Coppora were quick to offer themselves up when Purah went to ask for guards to accompany her, and the rest of Lookout Landing were falling over themselves to equip them with all the gear they’d need. Lester had already arranged horses for all of them by the time they’d arrived at the East Gate. Robbie and Josha stood beside him, ready to see them off alongside a small crowd.
“Alright then, everyone. We’ll come back as soon as I’ve finished up. If anything unexpected happens, I’ll send someone an update.”
“As will we. Oh, and I’ll make sure our visitors get the letters we wrote to take back with them as well,” Robbie said, placing his hands on his hips and puffing his chest out.
“Yep! We’ll get it done! Have a safe trip, everyone!” Josha said with a wave.
With that, the trio set off. Purah took one final glance back at Lookout Landing, before letting out a ‘hyah’ and speeding off towards what would hopefully be one step closer to finding Link.