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Legend was suffocating. Tentacles and clawed arms alike were wrapping themselves around his body. His arms are pinned. He can't move. Can't run. Can't fight.
He doesn't even remember quite how this happened. The battle seems so blurry now, and as Legend struggles against his captors, he can't recall what sort of monster is even holding him. One of the other's monsters, surely. Otherwise, Legend would recognize it. Unless his brain simply isn't getting enough air to process what it is that Legend is seeing. Which… is a possibility that only becomes truer with each passing moment.
Where are the others? Legend swears they had been in the battle. Were they still fighting other monsters? Why can't he see them? Why can't he hear them? He can't turn his head to see if the Chain are still fighting behind him or not. For all Legend knows, his brothers could all be in the same predicament. Restrained by these tentacle-claws, unable to see each other, and slowly getting closer and closer to passing out due to suffocation.
Black, blue, and neon purple spots were taking over Legend's vision. It was like those times when he would stand up too fast and need to sit back down or brace himself until his vision cleared and he wasn't so dizzy. Except he couldn't sit down. And the dizziness was only getting stronger. And Legend hadn't been able to get a proper breath in for at least five minutes, and each breath he could get in kept getting smaller and farther between. By this point, the tentacles could let Legend go, and he would simply drop to the ground, unable to catch his breath soon enough to be of any use to the Chain, who may or may not be in trouble right behind him.
The black continued to fill Legend's vision.
And
He
Opened his eyes.
Legend opened his eyes to vague darkness. He still couldn't move his arms. His legs seemed to be slightly more free, but there was something tangled around and between them in such a way that Legend would not be able to run if he were able to stand.
His eyes adjusted to the darkness, and Legend looked around at the shadowed shapes around him. Grass. Tree. Tree. Bush. Tree. Hyrule passed out on his bedroll. Tree. Tr- wait.
Hyrule was resting peacefully, only five feet away from where Legend was now. Nothing seemed wrong with him. He was fine. And looking a bit further past Hyrule, Legend could see more body-shaped lumps that must be more sleeping heroes.
But… if Legend was in camp… if the fear and the suffocating had been a dream… why couldn't he move now?? Sure, it was more comfortable, and he didn't feel in danger at all anymore, but he still liked to be able to move if he wanted to!
Legend craned his neck to look over his shoulder at whatever was pinning him in place.
Oh.
Sky.
Yeah, that checks out.
Sky was known among the Chain for latching onto someone in his sleep and not releasing them until he woke up. His grip now was tighter than usual. Not uncomfortably so, but it was… secure. Like anything could come into camp right now, and nothing would be able to pull Legend from his ancestor's embrace. It felt safe in a way that Legend hasn't felt in a long while.
Where in Legend's dream a monster he didn't know had gotten the best of him and tightened its grip to suffocatingly painful, Sky held Legend in the waking world in a gentle, protective grip. Of course, Legend couldn't escape it either way. Especially not with what he now recognizes as a blanket that has somehow wrapped itself around his legs as he slept. But it was comfortable. Legend was safe.
He decided to accept this fate and snuggled a little closer to Sky, falling back asleep and basking in the feeling for a bit longer. Just until morning came. It's not like he would be released from such a grip without help any time soon anyway.