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Never Wander Alone: Drabble

This small drabble was inspired by @transzeldas small post about an inscription on Hyrule's sword. I was thinking about it and I got carried away. There is a suggestion for the inscription in the fic if you would like to read it.

I hope you don't mind that I got carried away. I really enjoy your headcanons and stuff on your blog. Thank you for inspiring me!/gen

the post that inspired this can be seen here

Characters: Legend, Hyrule, Old Man (LOZ).

Rating: Gen

The hero of Legend only crafted one magic sword in his career. This may seem surprising. The hero himself was a master at dealing with magical weapons of many varieties. Even after his many travels it was said he continued his apprenticeship to a talented blacksmith.

However, the hero never crafted a single weapon. Focusing instead on repairs and jewelry. It wasn’t until near the end of his life, long after his retirement, that his forge was lit once more with purpose. Rumors were rampant. What could the hero possibly be making? It ran for nearly a week, never losing strength. When the forge finally died down, the people waited in anticipation to see what the hero had created. Surely it must be of importance to have taken so long. But the door to forge never opened. The hero never showed anyone what must be the culmination of their career. Years passed. Lives passed on. It was assumed that the hero died in his home with his many creations. No one bothered to check.

Where his house once stood was a sprawling graveyard. Dozens of graves littered the surface. The hero and his creation were forgotten in the chaos of a fallen Hyrule. The only known creatures to live for the miles surrounding the hero’s old homestead were poes and ghosts of the departed that inhabited the graves of the fallen.

Except for one.

One grave was different from the others. Inside, an old man lived. Though one could hardly call it survival.The only possession of any value was a silver sword adorned with rubies but with no one for miles and the man’s feeble state the sword was nothing more than a decoration, collecting dust underneath a grave.

Until one day, a small, flighty young man wandered in. It was obvious he was frightened. His eyes kept moving from one thing to another. He did not speak as he approached the older man.

“Hello young hero.”

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Years passed. The new, young hero went through his own trials. The sword served him well in his endeavors. It was a magnificent sword, capable of magic. The hero made a point to treat it with care. He preferred it even to the Master Sword. It was strange, but he felt as if the sword had been made specifically for him. His sword was silver, the only metal that didn’t irritate his skin. Rubies were his favorite gem. They decorated his hilt. He felt that whoever created this masterpiece must have, somehow, had him in mind.

The hero, now called Hyrule, was in the middle of cleaning his sword when his brother commented, “What’s that there?”

Legend was pointing to an area right at the edge of the hilt, where blade met sword. Hyrule squinted, looking at the area he was mentioning and smiled.

“That is my favorite part of my sword.” Legend gave him an incredulous look. It was the dirtiest spot on his sword, what could be so special about it? Hyrule chuckled at him lightly.

“Here, read it.”

He grabbed it gently, eyebrows raised as he looked back at the hilt.

There, in small, delicate letters was an inscription:

You never wander alone.

“I never clean it because I don’t want it to wear away.” Hyrule admitted, “Whenever I felt overwhelmed, lonely, or sad I would look at that message and not feel alone anymore. I know that whoever made that sword never knew me, but I can’t help but think they made it just for me y’know?”

Legend handed Hyrule his sword, “Who knows, maybe they did.”

Hyrule snorted, “Yeah right. There aren’t even any blacksmiths in my time anymore. Whoever forged this sword is long gone by the time I get it.”

“Hmmm. Maybe you should talk to Four about reinforcing it somehow. That way you won’t have to worry about it going away.”

Hyrule brightened, “That's a great idea!” He quickly crushed Legend in a hug, rising to amble over to Four across the camp.

Legend watched him go, chuckling fondly as Hyrule spoke excitedly with Four. He had never considered crafting swords with his ability but he was his predecessor. Perhaps, one day…

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