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transskywardsword · 1 month

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Wanted to show some character interactions that got cut from the finished chapter! this was supposed to be after nayru and zelda talk in chapt. 20, but it didn't fit, so it got slashed. so enjoy some Ere and Zelda being friends and adorable together!

Zelda shivered in the Forgotten Temple's stale air. Her snowquil tunic was far too heavy to bother with in the slight chill, but she couldn't help the icy feeling in her gut. Outside, the gloom rain continued to fall.

"Are you... okay?"

Zelda didn't look away from the crumbling entrance of the Temple. Somewhere, deep, deep below, hidden behind the fallen statue of Hylia, Sayuri slumbered, finally at peace now that her instructions had been given, able to sleep eternally with her sister and niece. Hopefully, Rauru was at peace with his family as well, if Zonai were permitted into the Sacred Relm. Zelda wasn't sure about that, and frankly, at the moment she didn't care much as she sat, inches away from searing gloom, watching it drip from scarlet clouds onto the dusty ground of the canyon. If she squinted, she could pretend it was blood.

Blood like-- like--

Zelda squeezed her eyes shut, forcing the thought away. Link was fine. Link was a hundred thousand years in the past, but he was fine, and most certainly not a dragon with a sword sticking out of his head. Sayuri was a crazy old woman and Link was fine.

Ere took another hesitant step closer, shifting her wait awkwardly. "Wanna, uh, get away from the skin-fryin' rain?"

Zelda grunted.

"You're shaking. Just, come on back, alright?"

" 'M fine."

"... Okay."

Zelda knew she shouldn't turn her back on the (ex?) Yiga, but she was confident the sage's Vows would skewer Ere long, long before the woman managed to stick a demon carver in her back. Instead, the woman inched forwards and sat beside Zelda, a careful foot or so of space between them.

"What." Zelda grunted.

"You got any food in that fancy slate?"

"It's a pad. Not a slate. That one belongs to Link."

"Well that's good, right? Wherever he is, he's got his fancy slate."

"Nope. Broke it."

"B-- how do you break Sheikah tech? I don't know how much time you spent digging around that stuff, but as someone raised with it, it's pretty damn unbreakable."

"Diving accident. He hit a cliff."

"He. He what."

"Hit a cliff."

Ere blinked, then snorted, shaking her head. She was surprisingly expressive-- or maybe not so surprising, given she spent her life behind a mask.

"Do you-- excuse me for asking, but did you ever take the mask off?"

Ere cocked her head. "The Yiga mask?"

"Yeah."

"Of course. Those banana's gotta go somewhere."

"So that's real? You really eat all that?"

"Of course! Banana's are wonderful. Truly a blessing from above."

"You're gonna die of potassium poisoning."

"You just haven't had my fried bananas with candied cool safflina. Gives that perfect surge of power with a hint of cooling energy for a hot day."

"I'll admit, I've never really eaten banana."

"What!?" Ere grabbed her shoulder, and Zelda's hand was on the Master Sword's hilt in an instant.

"Shit!" Ere yelped, jerking back from the blade. "I'm sorry-- it was a friendship grab! I swear! Not a murder grab!"

Zelda didn't lower Fi, eyeing Ere's empty hands, raised in surrender. "Murder grab?"

"You know! A grab for murder!"

Zelda couldn't help it. Maybe it was the exhaustion of speaking with Nayru, or the information overload with Sayuri, or the nameless desperate emotion that had clung to her since she learned of dragonification, but instead of telling Ere off, Zelda laughed.

Ere looked at her like she'd grown a second head.

"I have--" Zelda choaked out between wheezes "A portable cooking pot, and some overripe bananas. Can you make me something?"

Ere grinned, holding out her hand for the pad. "Consider it done."

#pretending to be you

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powdermelonkeg · 3 years

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Hyrule Brochure: A Potential for BotW’s Future

Hyrule’s map in BotW is pretty sparse as far as cities go. Yes, it’s got more than any other Zelda game, but it also has like, 90% of its map being pure dead space.

So I decided to play around and make what I imagine Hyrule would look like, as far as cities go, if it were allowed to properly rebuild and not get totally wrecked by Ganon again.

Credit to Eragon2589 on DeviantArt for the free-to-use map icons. I love these little buttons so much.

So, these are the canon towns we get in BotW; Hateno, Lurelin, Tarrey, Zora’s Domain, Goron City, Korok Forest, Rito Village, Yiga Hideout, and Gerudo Town. I’m counting Yiga Hideout as a town because if the Yiga were a little nicer, it WOULD be marked one.

Adding the various stables on makes the place look MUCH less empty, but still; what can we do with this?

Well, I’ve spent the last several days locating all the significant ruins and landmarks, with one or two extra things thrown in, that I think would make this place much more populated.

Maps are free to use if you want them, btw. Have fun!

As a general rule of thumb, I want to make the towers and stables their own cities. The towers are a good landmark and beacon of safety, and the stables have all the building blocks to start building up a village.

If I’m particularly inspired, I’ll give some background on what the town is/does!

Starting off with the Rito! Their village has grown into a town, and the stable at its foothill is its own village now. I called it “fledgeling” because that’s where the Rito and Hylians would intermingle most, so the Rito aren’t exactly flying around here.

Beacon City is built around Tabantha Tower; the Rito have turned it into a sort of lighthouse, reflecting light off into the distance to help guide nighttime fliers home. Because of this, it’s a very popular stop for mail carriers, and where they go, development and cultural mixing follows.

Kaysa Town is built around Great Fairy Kaysa’s fountain; it’s a popular tourist attraction, and she gets plenty of offerings, so win-win!

For the Gorons, we’ve only got two more cities: Silversmith Village and Din’s Spire. Silversmith is built around the culture in the southern mines, and it has down-the-road access to the Goron Hot Springs. Din’s Spire is less of a town and more of a landmark, due to the sheer cliffs all around it, but the huge (and notably not in the burning death zone) hot spring lake makes it a popular rest stop for people on their way through.

I decided not to rebuild the northern mines; they’re pretty busted up and lava soaked, so my assumption is that they were abandoned either due to hazards or due to the ore being stripped out.

Korok Forest wouldn’t change much, besides the Royal Family declaring it a protected area. The Koroks don’t seem to have much interest in expansion, and they, as far as I know, don’t live in houses.

Gerudo Territory is MUCH more expansive than the others so far, and with good reason.

Gerudo Town itself is now Gerudo City, and the Kara Kara Bazaar has grown into a town. Canyon Stable has developed a village (mostly full of Gerudo husbands so they don’t have to travel a million miles just to see their families).

The Gerudo have control of one of the towers in their region, and the town built around it is Overlook Town. It mostly serves as a training grounds for young Gerudo warriors.

The City of the Seven developed when the Seven Heroine statues were recovered and restored; the town around them was built to honor them, and then it got a LOT of foot traffic from those wanting to see the legendary statues.

Tera Town rose up much in the same way Kaysa Town did up in Rito territory, centered around the Great Fairy Fountain.

Mesa Village and West Gerudo Town are both smaller Gerudo settlements; West Gerudo sprung up out of access to snowmelt from the Gerudo Highlands, and Mesa Village, because of its relative safety from Molduga and access to oasis water.

Finally, Gerudo Valley, in reference to Ocarina of Time. This town is a Gerudo-only zone, and is more a fortress than a town. It exists both to keep an eye on the Yiga and to gain control of the mountain pass, making people go through Canyon Village to get to Gerudo instead of avoiding Gerudo customs.

Speaking of the Yiga, they’ve taken two new spots for themselves; Gerudo Tower, which they’ve renamed Kohga Tower in honor of their late Master, and Banana Labyrinth, which serves as their highest security area. Imagine if you’d had to go through the LABYRINTH to get the Thunder Helm back.

Up next we’ve got the Zora. Truthfully, their territory spans as long as Zora river and WELL into the ocean, but these are the only cities that, technically, a Hylian with adequate gear can enter.

Mipha’s Landing is an above-water city built expressly for doing trade. It got its name from the late Mipha; since the tower reaches up into the sky, it was hoped that someday, her spirit would sit atop it for a rest and see all that her people had been able to do thanks to her sacrifice.

Lakebed Village is in Lake Hylia, and it’s actually a slowly-repopulating Lakebed Temple, from Twilight Princess. Meanwhile, Great Bay City is a port town above water and an aquatic metropolis below, full of music and dance and exotic wares.

And finally, Hylians.

Hoo boy.

I’ve split this up region by region but

THIS is how many living spots they’ve got.

Silver stars indicate military towns. Red stars indicate military outposts.

I USE THE TERM MILITARY VERY LOOSELY HERE. Hyrule, since it doesn’t interact with its neighbors, only has the Yiga and the various monsters to fight against. Anything labeled “military” means that it’s staffed by royal employ, meaning knights and Sheikah and the like.

Let’s start with Akkala. The northeast labyrinth has been converted into an emergency bunker, in case Calamity strikes and people need a safe place to hide. Not only is it difficult to break into, it also has a completely empty lower level that’s PERFECT for long-term seige.

City Tempest got its name for being near-constantly wracked by storms. Despite this, though, it remains a popular vacation spot for people who don’t mind a little rain; the Skull Lake and the giant flowers are worth it.

Valley Town rose up out of both East Akkala Stable and Robbie’s workshop. It doesn’t get too much foot traffic, but it doesn’t really need to.

Midna Village, I built where the ruins of Shadow Hamlet are. I figured it was a fitting name, and the area is almost constantly covered in the shadow of Death Mountain.

Four Brothers’ Base is a knight outpost that’s up extremely high, spanning huge bridges between the four Tingle isles.

Then Parapa Palace, in reference to Zelda II: Adventure of Link, was built in place of the Akkala Citadel and functions as a mini Hyrule Castle + Castle Town. In real life, monarchs would have several palaces to go between, kind of like how well-off people nowadays would have a summer home. So, I followed that trend! This is Zel’s summer palace.

And you guys know what Tarrey Town is. Although interestingly, as it expands, it goes vertical into the stone column it was built on.

Onto Central Hyrule.

Camp Rauru is training camp and lodging for new knights. Rebonae Village and Kasuto City were made out of the Wetland and Riverside stables respectively, though Kasuto (also an Adventure of Link reference) gets substantially more foot traffic due to being on the way from Castle Town to Dueling Peaks.

Outset Town got its name, lore-wise, from the fact that it’s the first bit of land Link from BotW visited after leaving the Great Plateau, and meta-wise, because it’s the starting point for Wind Waker Link.

Aquame City surrounds the Coliseum, which is how it grew to be so popular. The grand stage holds sparring matches and various other shows regularly, and it’s a pleasant boat trip from Castle Town to get there.

Saria Town was built out of the old exchange ruins, and it’s in walking distance of the ruined Sage Temple—which, at this point in time, would have been rebuilt—and its existence is both an AoL reference and an OoT one (but mostly AoL, I’ve kind of fallen in love with its map).

New Mabe is where you can find the new Lon Lon Ranch! The ruins there are actually called the Mabe Town Ruins in game, and they’re right by the Ranch Ruins!

Eldin’s pretty sparse as far as Hylian towns go. It’s got Gut Check Camp, where Sheikah train for endurance and elemental resistance, and Windfall Town, a place that sees a LOT of gemstones pass through, freshly mined. That includes rupee ore, mind you!

Faron Province is a little more spaced out, due to the nature of the region. Lurelin’s grown since BotW, becoming a trading bay; meanwhile Cora Lake’s Sheikah Tower has expanded into Parache Town, and the Highland Stable has become Malanya Village. Both of those locations are VERY fond of horses, and they’re a bit competitive, especially during archery season.

Ordona Hamlet is a tiny village tucked away into the middle of Faron. It came about due to the Lakeside Stable, and it’s named that because I am STILL salty that the Zeldevs didn’t put an Ordon Village reference in the game.

Eventide Outpost is more of a testing ground for boats than anything particularly significant, population-wise. The even tides that gave the isle its name make it an ideal location to work out the kinks in new watercraft (and occasionally, the lieutenant in charge of that base demonstrates how to launch a raft into the sky with octo balloons).

Hebra’s the most militarized area of Hyrule, and ideally, it functions as a reserve of men and tech in case Calamity rises again. If there’s anything that BotW’s era learned, it’s to never underprepare for Gann’s return.

Fort Lomei is a converted base, just like the Banana Labyrinth is to the Yiga. This one, though, is patrolled diligently by knights who use daily-changing codes, and it’s impossible to navigate without the locals’ help.

Fort Pikida is situated in that weird stone cavern-y area, and it’s a supply stach and Hebran monster patrol site. It’s the soldiers there’s job to make sure that the Lynels that like to roam the region don’t get too close to residential areas.

Hia Miu Outpost is a training spot for knights sent to the Hebra region; any new soldier to the area has to prove they can handle themselves by going into the Hia Miu shrine and taking on the Major Test of Strength Trial. (Fun fact, did you know that the X-test-of-strength trials reset themselves every blood moon?)

Snowpeak Fortress exists both because it makes a fantastic secondary base for the Hyrulean royals to plan, and because i am once again salty about the lack of Twilight Princess in this game.

Sturnida Resort is built around hot springs! It’s a nice spot for people living around Rito Town and Fledgling Village to take a vacation without having to trek all the way across the country to do it.

Snowfield City came from Snowfield Stable, and it’s the Windfall of Hebra; it sees a LOT of people coming in and out of the region, and the view of the northern lights you can get from there? You’d be hard-pressed to find a Hylian that didn’t have it on their bucket list.

New Tabantha was built on the ruined spot of the original Tabantha Village; you can visit there in-game! It’s a quiet town that raises highland sheep for a living, and its team won the Hebran Triathlon three whole years in a row.

Then, the Tanagar Restricted Zone. If you’ve ever been there, you know EXACTLY why it’s restricted.

Most of the Guardians inside have been dealt with, but the ruined temple remains a hazard testing ground for new tech. It’s off limits to everyone but those with the HIGHEST clearance; I’m talking a direct letter from Zelda herself.

The Thyphlo Secret Camp is exactly what it says on the tin. It’s a place for Hyrulean lieutenants to meet for top-secret missions, and it’s one of those places that you need to be SERIOUSLY high rank to even KNOW about.

Over on the edge of Lanayru, we’ve got New Goponga, built where the old Goponga ruins are, and the Crenel Garrison. The Garrison was built to take care of the Lizalfos problems in the waterways, keeping it safe for Hylians and Zora travelers alike. Goponga, on the other hand, is what Lurelin was in game; nice, friendly, and centered around fishery.

In Necluda, we’ve got New Deya where old Deya was ruined (I think BotW Link was born in old Deya!), Watchtower Village built around the lakeside of the Dueling Peaks tower, and then Dueling Peaks City, a HUGE trade hub that was once the Dueling Peaks stable.

Kakariko Village is now a Town, Hateno has grown into a full blown trade harbor, and a tiny village has started to form around the Hateno Tower, making Firly Overlook.

But what I most love is the City of Hylanay.

Back in the game, it was the ruins of the Lanayru Promenade. So I had the promenade rebuilt, then people moved in around it, and now, Hylanay’s basically Hyrulean Venice! I want to visit it.

On the Great Plateau, we’ve got Aboda Town, named after Spirit Tracks’ Aboda Village in reference to the starting point in each game. This Town has access to the original Temple of Time, but because of the nature of the isolated plateau, it doesn’t see a lot of new faces often.

Over around Thundra, we’ve got Tanagar Village overlooking the canyon, built out of the old Tabantha Stable. The village actually builds downwards into the canyon; people have windows carved right out of the cliff face!

Thundra Village is built into the rocky slopes surrounding Thundra Plateau and the Ridgeland Tower. Their houses are built in the shelter of the giant mushroom things that grow so well in the area, and they’re famous for their signature dish of escargot.

The Serenne Exchange is up north, encompassing both the old Serenne Stable and the Maritta exchange ruins. You can buy practically ANYTHING there; if ever there was a supermarket in Hyrule, it would be right there.

The Royal Lab was rebuilt out of its ruins post Calamity, and it’s directed by Purah, who still hasn’t cured her immortality yet. It’s not uncommon to hear explosions as you pass by that place.

And then Camp Rutile is a small observational outpost, meant to keep track of the activity on Satori Mountain. Supposedly, the mountain’s health reflects the state of the rest of the kingdom, so the researchers assigned there are tasked with monitoring it EXTREMELY closely.

And Hyrule Castle. It’s Hyrule Castle.

Now completely bolted into the ground! :D

If we put all these locations together, we get a very nice, very well populated Hyrule, with LOTS to see. This is how I would design the future of BotW’s Hyrule.

Thanks for reading!

#loz #zelda #worldbuilding #headcanons #MAPS #CITIES #I WANT A POPULATED HYRULE #botw

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triforceangel13 · 3 years

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An Accidental Mating Ch. 14 (A Sidlink Omegverse Story)

Chapter 14 :Escape

Link let out a disgusted grunt as he pushed the last piece of a banana past his lips, threatening getting sick as he forced himself to swallow it. He couldn't afford to get sick now. This was his only source of food from these terrible people.

Over ripe bananas. He knew he needed more nutrition for the baby but they didn't care. It would be a miracle if Link was able to get out of this alive with his child at this rate before he ended up getting horribly sick from malnutrition.

He had no idea how long he had been with them. It felt like weeks at this rate but he honestly had no idea at all. Though with each passing day Link w losing more and more hope that someone would come and save him.

They would be looking, he had no doubts about that. There was no way that Zelda and Sidon wenre't out there combing through all of Hyrule in search of him.

But he knew the Yiga. He knew they were cunning and how they hid amongst everyone in plain sight. They wouldn't just let themselves get caught and expose where they were, escecially since they had the champion of hyrule in their grasp.

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand he tossed the peel out of the cage, panting softly as he fought his aching stomach.

“I know baby,” he mumbled to his child, a little foot pressing agianst his hand from inside. “We'll be out of here soon I promise. Then we get to eat all the salmon you want. Just you...me...and your father.”

Another little foot hitting his hand made him laugh softly, caressing the small bump. He wanted to make sure he gave the promise to his baby. Anything was better than rotting away in this cell in this place.

“Talking to the child again I see?” came that familiar voice again. Link sighed, glaring over his shoulder as Ezra stepped towards his cell with a plate of hot steaming food in his hands. Just one smell had the baby wiggling in his stomach again, wanting whatever it was he had in his hands. He tried to hide his urge to ask for it but it was clear on his face.

As well as the loud growling of his stomach.

“I'm allowed to talk to my child,” Link snapped at him, turning his back towards him again. “They're the only one pleasant in this place.”

“Well I don't know about that,” Ezra said, stepping into the cell and set the plate of food down next to him, but took several steps back. He had learned from the last time he had been alone with Link in his cell. “This child is the cause for this mess you're in.”

Link furrowed his brows at the sight of the food and looked up at the Yiga who pulled back his mask and crossed his arms.

“Alright let it go to waste. Thought you'd want something else other than mostly rotten bananas,” Ezra growled. “The big boss man thinks those things are the only thing that can keep the two of you alive. If he wants to use you both there's no way that's gonne happen like that. Now eat up before you get sick or something.”

Link sighed and he grabbed the plate, starting to dig into the food with his dirty hands. He closed his eyes slowly, holding in any noise of joy that would come from him. It was some sort of savory chicken dish with rice and it was one of the most amazing things to eat since he had been eating bananas for several days.

Thouhg there was something off about it.

“Why are you giving me this?” he asked with a frown after a few mouthfuls, skeptical of why out of nowhere he had gotten a meal out of this.

Ezra sighed, moving towards the door, shutting it behind him. “Let's just say that I've grown attatched to that little fish you've got in there alright. I don't want to see it die.”

Link frowned pushing more food into his mouth.“Just because you gave me this doesn't mean I trust you.”

As he said it his vision was starting to swim. Ezra turned back to him with a smirk, resting his arms on the cell bars.

“Good. Because I'm still a Yiga.”

As those words left Ezra's lips Link crumpled to the floor, his vision going black.

“I hate how it took us this long to find this place,” Sidon said angrily, keeping to the shadows as he followed Zelda, Riju, Buliara, as well as several Gerudo guards up the steep hill towards the Yiga Clan hideout. “Are we even sure if we found it?”

“I'm sure Sidon. The Gerudo people know what they're doing. They didn't have the evidence that Link did. But now they know. They know theses desserts well,” Zelda explained to him, wanting the prince to keep a level head during this. “Also that symbol they have will be in small subtle places. Look, there's one now!”

The princess went right to a half buried statue of a frog, an upside down sheikah eye painted in faint red glaring back at her.

“It must mean we're getting close,” Riju said, hope in her eyes as she looked about her. “Let's keep looking for more symbols.”

The group started looking, finding hidden symbols in obscure places but none of them were able to find the entrance.

That is until Sidon spotted the last one hidden high above any of them able to see up close unless they were in fact as tall as Sidon or one of the very tall Gerudo women they were with. But they all had been looking below.

“There,” Sidon said, making quick strides towards the opening of the cave. That was when he caught it. The faint smell of his mate. This was where he was.

“Sidon, wait,” Zelda called after him, looking amongst the room with large banners surrounding the circular room. “We don't know where to go next. It looks like a dead end. We must be smart as well. These people are masters of disguise and disappearing. No doubt they wouldn't leave their entrance just glaring out in the open.”

“I can just follow his scent,” Sidon retorted with a scowl. “Do no stop me. We are so close to finding him I do not want to lose him again.”

Zelda sighed, pinching bridge of her nose. “I know that Sidon but we cannot be hasty here. We don't know if they caught on that we found them.” “They are known for their tricks,” Riju said as she stepped inside, picking up one of the traveling torches and lit it with the torch that sat in the middle of the room. “But my mother had told me stories of how they liked to hide.”

She approached one of the banners and held the flame up to it. “See how there's a bit of an air current coming from this one?”

The group remained silent as she lit the banner, it going up quickly and burning away to reveal a hole in the wall, no doubt the passage they had been looking for.

With a smile Riju turned back to Sidon. “Let's go get him shall we? But as the princess said, we must make haste but we also must be diligent. If we want to get him out in one piece we must work together in a smart way.”

Sidon let out a heavy sigh but nodded his head. He knew she was right. If he rushed forward he could risk losing Link again.

“Let's go then. Together,” Sidon said.

Link slowly blinked open his eyes, looking around the room he was in. The stone ceiling as well as the wooden rafters of the Yiga hide out stared back at him making him shut his eyes again, wishing to just pass out again.

He had been dreaming as he had been knocked out. Dreaming of holding his baby close in his arms, wrapped in a damp blanket her big blue eyes looking up at him as she cooed. And with his arms around them both was Sidon, holding them close as they sat by the fire to keep warm. It was dream that he wanted to come true.

But the rope around his wrists and the pain in his head reminded him that it was very much a dream and that being in the Yiga hide out as their prisoner was his reality.

“He's awake,” one said to the large man next to him. “We should get on with the procedure before he gains his barings.”

“I suppose you're right,” the large man next to him said. Link opened his eyes again, glaring up at him. From what he could tell this man was the new leader after Kohga. “Though quite frankly I really don't care if he feels it or not.”

Link tugged on the ropes but froze once more when he felt the coolness of the blade touch his stomach. Gritting his teeth he glared daggers at the men and women surrounding him. The cold stare of their masks of the upside down sheikah eye glared back at him.

“What do you want now?” Link asked with a growl. “The baby isn't ready to be born yet.” Though that was a lie. Link had lost track of time and he had no idea when he would go into labor. How long had it been since he had even gotten pregnant?

“That is precisely why you are here,” the large man sneered, dragging the flat part of the blade against his stomach. “We are tired of waiting and we believe we can gain the child now. We have no use of you any longer.”

Link's eyes widened and he started to struggle again. He was going to die. His baby was going to die. There was no way they could survive without water if they were a zora child. He had to stop them! He had to save his baby!

“No!” Link yelled loudly, his voice ringing through the cave walls, his body struggling hard and he started to kick his legs to get some leverage to get out of this. His heart beat loudly in his chest and he felt tears prickle at the corners of his eyes.

“Hold him down!” the leader barked at them, several other members coming to grab at his legs. That was when they heard the loud noise coming from the entrance to the hide out. The leader let out a heavy sigh.

“Go see what that is,” he said annoyed, passing the blade to another member. “Cut the kid out Ezra. Prove to us you're one of us.”

All of them but Ezra shuffled out of the room to see what was the cause of the noise. Ezra stepped forward, tilting Link's chin up with the tip of the blade.

Gritting his teeth Link stared up at the mask on his face. He had to do something. The life of his child was at stake here and Ezra words rang through his head from when he had given him the sleep inducing food.

“Let's just say that I've grown attatched to that little fish you've got in there alright. I don't want to see it die,” is what he had said to him.

“You and I both know they won't survive if you cut them out,” Link pleaded “Please....please let me go.”

The mask stared blankly at him and then a heavy sigh passed his lips, the knife quickly moving to the rope that bound his hands.

“We only have a few moments before someone comes back,” Ezra stated, pushing the mask up from his face, conflict clear on his face. Link nearly crumpled to the ground but Ezra was quick to grab him, holding him up against him. He smoothed the hair out of his face despite Link tried to push away from his touch.

“Maybe in a different life it would've worked out between us,” he said, pulling away and held Link by the wrist, quickly making his way to the back entrance of the hideout. Link shook his head but followed. He had no choice but to trust him.

Then the piercing warning whistle came. Ezra's eyes widened and he shoved Link towards the stone door between them and the exit.

“Go!” he said, pulling the sickle on his back and urged Link through the door. Link clenched his teeth and did something he never expected.

“Come on! They'll kill you!” Link yelled to him. Ezra paused but started to follow through the door only for a blade to be run through his gut.

He let out a cough as blood dripped down his chin. Link's eyes widened in horror as Ezra silently told him to go again with the wave of his hand only for the door to be sealed between the rest of the clan and Link.

He was free.

Scrambling to his feet Link ran as hard as he could, doing his best to keep to the shadows of the desert sand.

He was home free! Until a pang in his stomach sent him to his knees and a dampness collected in his pants. His water had broken. The baby was coming!

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so-i-dont-forget-again · 3 years

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So I Don’t Forget Again: A Breath of The Wild fanfiction

Entry 51: Zora’s Domain

Sidon and I overheard some of the guards talking about a problem Hinox that was attacking travelers and making getting to the Domain difficult. Sidon called out to me and said that I had already made up my mind to fight the thing, hadn’t I. I stopped and though for a moment before nodding. Sidon laughed and said that it seems that my body moves before my mind can catch up.

At the time the Hinox was at a location where we wouldn’t be able to swim up a waterfall, we had to climb. It was fun teaching Sidon how to rock climb. It was really difficult for him, and he almost fell a lot, but he did learn quick... Even if he still almost falls a lot.

We made quick work of the beast and returned to town. It was fun to see the guards look shocked then scramble off to go back to work.

I was going to visit Friend when a kid asked me if I had helped the Prince defeat Vah Ruta. When I said yes, he said he needed the help of a hero. He wanted a bunch of Hot Footed Frogs for some reason which he refused to explain. I was going to say no due to how suspicious the whole situation sounded, but... he looked at me with those big eyes and I couldn’t say no.

We were able to find quite a few at the bases of waterfalls. When we finally found enough, which was about a few dozen the child ran off. I’m still not sure how he expected to get to his destination without losing any of the frogs.

Sidon was there. I asked him when he arrived, and he said not long ago. He said he couldn’t help but watch me interact with the kid. I asked what he meant, but he smiled, stifled a chuckle and pat me on the head. I STILL DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT THAT MEANS AND HE WON’T TELL ME! HE JUST KEEPS SMILING! The closest thing he gives to an explanation is just saying I’m good with kids. WHAT DOSE THAT MEAN AND WHY DOSE HE SMILE EVERY TIME!? And why is this vexing me so much!?

Towards the evening we took a walk around the tops of the cliffs surrounding the Domain. It’s a good place to get a view of the surrounding area. One of the areas we spotted was the Akkala Region. I recall Bolson saying that one of his workers was sent to that area to start the base of a town, and Purah said there was another scientist in that area she wanted me to check up on. Perhaps I’ll go there before Death Mountain.

We didn’t say much, we just walked. It was really nice.

Sidon said something but I didn’t quite catch it. He blushed and said that he was just thinking out loud for a moment and apologized. He then went on to say that he was thinking about a conversation we had recently. I asked him which one. He then said that even if I live just as long as any other Hylian and don’t live longer because of my power, it would certainly still have been worth spending time with me. He then wondered if Mipha thought about this and if she had come to the same conclusion.

I told him I thought it was best that I leave tomorrow. With the Yiga clan after me, I don’t want to stay for too long. I added that I’d still be staying for the night though. I explained that creatures like Bokoblins and Lizalfols seem to appear more often at night.

We sat at the edge of a cliff and watched the stars as they slowly drift by.

Sidon glows in the dark. Well the blue/yellow parts of his fins and frills and things, and the small dots on his head. It’s not super bright, but it’s not dull either, it’s more so soft and comforting.

He’s beautiful, and kind, and smart, and encouraging, and amazing, and fun, and loving, and

And I’m going to miss him so much.

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The Lost Hero | Chapter 1

12 Years Later…

Dahvi’s lips pulled into a wicked sneer. He thrust the spear up before him threateningly, but the man only laughed.

“What are you, ten?”

“Thirteen,” Dahvi hissed.

This only caused the man to laugh harder. “Oh, kid. You don’t have a clue, do ya? Try as you might, but you ain’t gettin’ into that city, either.”

Dahvi twirled the spear confidently and let it set at his foot. He put a hand on his hip and grinned. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.” The man crossed his arms. “Men aren’t allowed in that city. That goes for little rats like you, too.”

Dahvi shrugged one shoulder, then turned and marched toward the city gates. He let his spear rest on his shoulder as he strode passed the two guards, glancing over his shoulder briefly to see the look of shock on the Hylian man’s face. He snickered to himself, then broke into a run through Gerudo City, his bare feet slapping against the warm cobblestone roads.

It was early in the morning, but the air was already hot and the streets lively as vendors busied themselves with their shops and goods. A few female tourists had already arrived, stepping out of their hotel rooms or coming in through the main gates to get their hands on the precious Gerudo goods before they sold out.

The shop keepers barked at Dahvi as he darted between them, and some of the tourists gave the boy dirty looks, but he ignored them as he ran through the city. Riju was there somewhere, and he would be damned if she got away from him again.

Dahvi didn’t slow until he reached one of the narrow alleyways. The height of the buildings on either side provided just enough shade to help cool him for a moment, and he held his breath as he listened. He was sure he had heard her unmistakable giggle. Riju was known to play mind games with him. Like him, she was fast and nimble, and despite her mother’s scoldings, she scaled the buildings with ease, taking to the roof tops.

He heard her giggle once more. A flash of red caught his attention, and he turned his gaze to the roof just in time to see her braided red hair disappear from the edge. He gripped the spear between his teeth and jumped on top of a nearby crate. He shoved his toe into a crack in the stone and proceeded to climb, pulling himself up over the edge and onto the roof just as Riju was jumping the gap over the alleyway and onto the next roof.

With spear in hand, Dahvi quickly followed behind her, leaping over the gap and landing lightly on his feet. He chased Riju over the rooftops and across the city, ignoring the angry shouts from the Gerudo women below, and back toward the palace. Riju splashed through the waterways, rounding the corner and rushing passed two guards, nearly knocking them to their feet. As Dahvi came around the corner, they reached toward him, eager to stop the child in his tracks, but Dahvi easily dodged them and continued his pursuit.

Riju bounded across the next waterway, scaling another wall with ease, and continued to leap from rooftop to rooftop until she reached the outwater wall of the city. She dropped down into the sandpit where the city’s sandseals napped in the sun and quickly jumped onto the back of one of them, taking the reins and coaxing the lazy creature forward.

Dahvi followed without hesitation, throwing himself onto the closest sand seal and following Riju out of the city and into Gerudo Desert. He urged his sand seal faster until they caught up to Riju, causing her to shout in surprise. They pushed their sand seals faster still, racing west across the desert until they reached the home of Divine Beast Vah Naboris. Only then did they allow their sand seals to slow as the machine towered above them, sitting quietly in the heat of the desert.

“Nice try, Vi,” Riju said as she jumped off her sand seal. She put her hands on her hips and grinned at him. “But you’ll never catch me.”

Dahvi got off his own sand seal and patted its thick neck. “I wasn’t trying very hard,” he said simply.

Riju scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right,” she said. “Just face it; you’ll never be one of us.”

“I’m starting to think you’re not Gerudo, either,” he said narrowly. “You’re so short.”

“Shut up!” Riju barked at him. She grabbed a fistful of sand and hurled it at him, but it only sifted through her fingers and blew away in the light breeze.

“Uh oh,” Dahvi started. “Shorty’s mad.”

Riju’s fists clenched at her sides. “I’m not short!”

But Dahvi ignored her and began climbing Vah Naboris. Riju muttered below, but quickly followed suit, eager to beat him to the top. It took a few minutes of careful navigation, but they scaled the beast quickly and easily and soon found themselves seated atop Vah Naboris, looking out over the vast Gerudo Desert and toward Central Hyrule.

“Maybe I’m short,” Riju said after a moment. “But I’m Mom’s favorite.” She stuck her tongue out at him.

Dahvi shrugged one shoulder. “Well, yeah. She’s your mom, not mine.”

Riju frowned. “I didn’t mean it like that,” she said softly.

“I know.”

“I don’t care what anyone says,” Riju said. “You’re my brother.”

Dahvi’s lips pulled into a small, crooked smile. “That sucks.”

Riju grinned and shoved his shoulder. “Shut up, Vi!”

But Dahvi’s smile quickly faded as he looked back out over Hyrule.

“What’s wrong?” Riju asked.

“Nothing,” Dahvi said quickly, then sighed. “I just… don’t belong here.”

Riju frowned. “Yes, you do.”

“I don’t,” he said sharply. “How much longer until Urbosa kicks me out?”

“Vi,” Riju started softly. “She wouldn’t do that to you. You’re family. Gerudo or not, she took you in and she raised you. She wouldn’t kick you out.”

“But I don’t belong,” he insisted. “I’m a Voe, Riju. And I’m not a kid anymore.” His voice lowered. “I’ve heard what they say about me.”

“Shut up,” Riju said through her teeth. “You’re still a kid. No one’s kicking you out, alright?”

Dahvi remained quiet, unconvinced. He was well aware of the laws of the city. Urbosa could not continue to bend the rules just for him. And he knew she wasn’t simply training him in the ways of the Gerudo, but preparing him for a life on his own in Hyrule where he belonged.

He fingered the amulet in his pocket. He had had it for as long as he could remember. It was the only connection he had to his family, though he knew nothing about what the amulet meant. And whenever he inquired about it with Urbosa, she always said the same thing. “You had it on you when we found you as a baby. We hoped we could use it to find your family, but we had no such luck. No one seems to know what it means.”

A part of him sensed that she wasn’t being completely truthful with him; that she did in fact know something about it. He could only assume that up until then, he would have been too young to understand the truth. He had given up on pestering her about it; about his past. But perhaps it was time to bring it to her attention once more. Besides, if he was going to be kicked out of the city, he needed somewhere to go, and some clue as to who he really was.

“Why does it bother you so much?”

Dahvi glanced at Riju. Her brows were furrowed together as she studied him.

“Hm?”

“That thing,” Riju said, indicating the amulet in his pocket.

He played with it a lot as a child and talked to Riju about it, but as they got older, it was clear to him that it only made her upset, and he never took it out since.

“It doesn’t bother me.”

“You’re going to ask Mom about it again.”

She knew him too well. He shrugged.

“Look. I’m not trying to be insensitive and all, but whether you like it or not, this is who you are. An adopted Gerudo. Can’t you be happy with that? Not many Voe can say they can hang out with us, yanno. You should feel honored that Mom took you in. This is who you are. This is your family. Stop dwelling on something you don’t even know. That’s not your life. This is.”

Dahvi’s brows knit together. “You talk too much, you know that?”

Riju got to her feet and put her hands on her hips. “I’m insulted that we’re not good enough for you. You dumb Hylians always think you’re better than everyone else.”

“That’s not true,” Dahvi muttered. “Knock it off.”

“You should be grateful that Mom found you before those Yiga did.”

“Maybe,” Dahvi said as he got to his feet. “But if they did, I wouldn’t have to deal with you.”

Riju smirked and folded her arms. “Your life would be incomplete without me.”

Dahvi moved to the edge of Vah Naboris and peered over. “Maybe the Rito could have found me.”

“And do you think that would magically give you wings?”

“It would be nice.”

“Unfortunately, you gotta use those two legs of yours like the rest of us.” Riju climbed over the side and began the climb back down. “Last one to the city has to clean seal shit!”

*****

To Riju’s dismay, their mother was waiting for them in the sand pit when they returned, her arms folded across her chest and a brow raised.

“So,” she started as Riju and Dahvi dismounted their seals. “How did your lessons go today?”

“Oh, you know,” Riju started. “We learned things.”

“Is that so?” Urbosa said, a grin pulling at her lips. “So, you weren’t running across the rooftops again?”

Riju shook her head. “Negative, Ma’am.”

Urbosa nodded. “Must have been a different short Gerudo child and her Hylian brother.”

Riju shook her head. “Definitely,” she said. “You know how those Hylian boys are. Nothing but trouble!”

Dahvi muttered under his breath and rolled his eyes when Riju grinned at him.

“Go clean up, Riju,” Urbosa said, dismissing her daughter.

Riju met Dahvi’s gaze for a moment, her eyes narrowing, before she jogged out of the sandpit and into the city.

“I have to make a trip into Hyrule tomorrow,” Urbosa started. “Into the city. I thought you might like to come along and meet Princess Zelda. She’s around your age.”

“You thought I’d like to leave the desert and see what the rest of Hyrule is like? See what other Hylians are like?”

Urbosa frowned. “Dahvi -”

“Maybe you’d like to pawn me off on someone. Force me to be with my own people, because I don’t belong here. I can’t stay here much longer, can I?”

“Dahvi -”

“The way I see it, I don’t really belong anywhere.”

“That’s enough,” Urbosa said sharply. “What has gotten into you?”

Dahvi lowered his gaze. “Sorry,” he muttered, then huffed in exasperation.

Urbosa hesitated. She, too, pulled her gaze away. “Vi,” she started. “I’m… sorry, too. You’re not wrong. I thought it would be good for you to see more of Hyrule and have a chance to meet other people like you.” She turned her attention back to him and her voice hardened. “But I am not pawning you off on anyone, do you understand?” When Dahvi met her gaze, her voice softened. “Gerudo City is your home, Dahvi. You will always have a home here, no matter what.”

“You can’t keep bending the rules for me,” Dahvi muttered. “I’m not a child anymore. You can’t treat me like I am. I know what the laws are, here. I know Voe are not allowed, and I am a Voe.”

“That may be,” Urbosa started. “But Gerudo or not, you are family. You are just as much my son as Riju is my daughter. Besides, you know that Gerudo Voe do exist. Every one hundred years, a Gerudo boy is born into -”

“But I am not Gerudo,” Dahvi said. “No matter what you say.”

Urbosa was quiet for a moment as she regarded him. “What do you want to do, Vi?”

Dahvi fingered the amulet in his pocket once more and tore his gaze away from Urbosa. “I don’t know,” he said softly. It was the truth. He was torn; torn between wanting to stay in Gerudo City and the life he knew, and wanting to go out into the world and embrace who he really was. He knew the laws in Gerudo City were strict; he was no exception to those laws, no matter how hard Urbosa wanted it. And the older he got, the clearer it became. He didn’t want to be the reason for discourse among the Gerudo. But for a while, he belonged there. He didn’t know if he would ever belong with the Hylians.

“You are much too young to worry about this now,” Urbosa said softly. “In time, we will discuss it. But you will not be kicked out of the city and abandoned, do you understand me? When the time comes, the choice to leave will be yours. But I cannot keep you locked up here in the city, either. I’ve taught you everything I could, but now I think it may be in your best interest to learn about the rest of Hyrule. Only with knowledge can you make an informed decision on how you wish to live your life. But if you’re not ready, I will not force you.”

Dahvi met Urbosa’s gaze. He knew she only wanted what was best for him. He believed her words. Not once had she abandoned him. And she was probably right; he couldn’t ignore the rest of the world forever. He couldn’t ignore who he was. That was what he wanted after all, wasn’t it? To see Hyrule? To meet other Hylians? Urbosa wasn’t throwing him to the mercy of the world; she was giving him a choice. And a part of him felt it was his duty to do this; not only to himself, but for the Gerudo. Someday, he would need to leave Gerudo City. He should know what Hyrule was like before that day came.

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stinkypinkdinosaur · 5 years

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Another genderbend Botw Zelink that touches on their (Zelda's) resentment until she saves him from the Yiga :)

OKAY! It’s been a little while since the last one, so I’m sorry If i have forgotten any of the fine details I had included in the first.Zelink Gender-bend (Link x Zelda)

Link was pissed. She was the prince’s own guard for Hylia’s sake and some soldier brutes would still not take her seriously. She had spent the morning stood at Zelda’s side, while he oversaw training with the Captain of the Royal guard. She was doing her job, until some idiot named Frad had shouted at her.

“She’s only here because the prince takes pity on her!”It was the last straw, Link had face too much of this to deal with it anymore. She stormed up towards the soldier, supposedly sparring with some poor guy half his size, and kicked his sharply between the legs. As he fell to his knees, she pushed him into the dirt with her foot.

She grinned down at her work, until her face fell when she turned back to face Zelda, who was frowning, almost looking angry.Link immediately felt her pride fall away as she hastily returned to his side. She had never seen him angry, and didn’t intend to make it worse.

Later that evening she had received a scolding of a lifetime.“How embarrassing! You are supposed to be the best knight we have! Your skill-full, yes, undeniably so, but an idiot!”Thankfully, the Prince had waited until they were alone in the private office of his quarters. But it still stung. Zelda had been getting more and more stressed out lately. There were fewer evenings spent alone in their favourite spot in the garden, fewer spout’s of Link’s favourite laughter. She even found herself watching him for a smile some days.“Zelda, Please…” A stern look shut her up.Zelda sighed, rubbing his temples and leaning against the edge of the table. Link took this chance to take a step forward. She placed one hand either side of the Prince, bracing herself on the desk.He looked up at her, exhausted. She gently place her forehead against his, as a sign of affection. “I’m sorry. I’m just fed up of being put down. I refuse to let it happen anymore.” She said sternly.“Even if it means you cannot see me again?” Zelda spoke quietly, his true fears now being voiced.Link’s face fell, realising the implications of losing her role. Zelda was playing a bigger part in ruling Hyrule by the day, with no spare time for soldiers like her. Zelda sighed again. “I have almost finished drafting regulations to prevent it, I just need to present them to the advisers. The captain can deal out more punishments with them, it should give you equal ground.” He turned away and rounded the desk to sit down, pulling papers out to continue writing.“Will you not rest?”“I cannot, not while you are ridiculed like this daily.” Zelda didn’t even look up from his work. “Go to bed, dearest.”Link silently excused herself. She felt guilty for showing the Prince up like this, while he worked tirelessly to make things easier for her. But she stood by her actions, that ass hole deserved what he got. Yet, she still promised herself to not let it happen again.

Link was woken early the next morning by the sound of a loud horn, which she immediately recognised as a warning signal, used when the castle was attacked or infiltrated.Her immediate reaction was to rush to the master-sword, hung on the wall of her room, throw on a basic set of armour and bolt down the corridor to Zelda’s room.She threw open the door to find it empty, untouched. Link turned and went to the study where she last left Zelda, only to find a cluster of guards outside. “What is it?” Link barked, fury and fear filling her words.“The prince is missing.” One of the guards who was stood watch here spoke up. Link grabbed him by the collar of his tunic and pulled him to her face. “Did he leave at any point?” Link was practically growling.“The window is open but I didn’t-”“THERE!”Link snapped her head towards the noise, a soldier stood pointing out the window, to a red light and two figures. She was walking towards it without thinking, jumping from the window and scaling the cracked and weathers stonework of the castle walls, ignoring warnings from the soldiers.She pulled the master-sword from the sheath on her back, striding towards what was now a cluster of people in red, a new member appearing in a flash of red light and flurry of ritual banners. Yiga.Link broke out into a run and as she did, caught sight of the Prince being dragged towards a cart. Link had little time to get to him. There were now 6 archers and 2 tall swordsmen. The Yiga had magic, Link would have to time all attacks properly. This could be tricky.She watched carefully for movement, as the archers pulled back on their strings, several arrows firing towards her. A swift roll to the side dodged all of them, flashed of red followed as the archers re positioned. Link thrust her sword at the first swordsman, who blocked her and sent her backwards with a gust of red hot air. Link twisted before she hit the other, raising her sword to strike, catching the leg of the second swordsman.And arrow grazed Link’s shoulder, the pain a light sting, barely registered. Link rolled back, missing another flurry of arrows, blocking another blow from a swordsmen, and pushing them back to the ground, finishing them with a final strike to the chest. Another jump to the side and a quick trace of the patterns the archers seemed to follow, dashing straight to a cluster of them, who had just reappeared. Three strikes and one had fallen, but not before Link had an arrow lodged in her shoulder. Another few swipes of the sword had another 2 archer’s down.“Link!”Zelda was screaming, shouting for her. She looked away for a split second, seeing Zelda metres from the cart, a hooded figure pulling him along.The swordsman caught Link’s side, barely missing a gap between ribs. Link pushed the swordsman back with all her strength, turning to run to Zelda.She charged into the stranger and pushed the sword into their chest, pulling away and standing before Zelda, as the remaining two archers and swordsmen closed in. Link let out a shriek, dashing forward, back into combat.

The bodies finally lay still, as Link fell to the ground, breathing heavily, bloodstained with her own and a mixture of other’s blood. Zelda ran to her side, hurriedly checking her over desperately.“Oh, Link, Goddesses.” He looked up and shouted towards someone Link couldn’t see, presumably a guard, he was furious. Link just took in his face as she drifted off into unconsciousness.

“Good Morning.” Link gently came around, looking around for the source of the voice. A familiar face moved into her vision. It was Zelda, softly shaped face, freckles and golden hair smiling down at you. You smiled, relaxing into the soft sheets of the king-sized bed.This wasn’t your room, you were in Zelda’s own bed. You looked around at the ornate carvings of the walls and woodwork. “Why…”“I told mother…” Zelda said quietly.Link’s eyes went wide. “I take it that it went well, then.”Zelda nodded, a fond smile on his face. “I told her my true feelings, before the whole room, soldiers and all. she refused to listen at first, almost disgusted.” Anger flashed across his face.Link reached out for his hand and held it in her own. Zelda looked up and smiled.“Then the captain, the soldiers and all the guards who saw you fight, spoke up.”Link raised an eyebrow.“They had real respect for you, they spoke in such admiration, my mother could do nothing but accept it. I still don’t believe she approves, but at least now we can- ah!”Link pulled Zelda in close, placing her lips against his to silence his ramblings. “Now we can do this, right?” Zelda giggled, and Link sighed with happiness.

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Desert Sun, Chapter 11

The days leading up to when Ganon would supposedly return were horribly slow. One by one, the Champions had brought their divine beasts to the desert in preparation. Sword training came last, and it was brutally tough. The days were spent sweating and practicing, complete with morning and evening patrols, and the nights were spent breathlessly with Link. But the stress was beginning to wear on everyone, and tensions were running high.

To make things worse, Yiga and monsters were becoming more common in the desert, wreaking havoc on travelers and merchants. The Gerudo were kept busy just trying to keep the town free of them, since they continually tried to get in. Ganon was obviously getting ready.

When the townspeople did manage to catch a young Yiga - who was actually a deserter from Kakariko, and who turned himself in - the young man admitted to having placed the You Have One Month notes. He apparently regretted joining the clan, and requested to be sent back to Kakariko so he could own up to his crimes, but the Gerudo didn’t even have the resources to escort him out of the desert. They kept him for questioning instead, and today, Link and Zelda were finally going to meet him.

The dungeons beneath the city weren’t used much, and the guards had had to begrudgingly clean out a cell before keeping the ex-Yiga there. When Link and Zelda headed downstairs to meet with him, the man looked mostly disinterested in their presence.

“This is Link, Hyrule’s chosen hero, and I am Princess Zelda of the Gerudo,” she introduced herself. The man - who really looked more like a teenager, now that Zelda looked at him - let out a sigh.

“Kita,” he replied, brushing brown hair from his eyes.

“First off, I wanted to say thank-you for the notes,” Zelda began, noting the surprise that lit up in Kita’s hazel eyes as soon as she spoke. “It has given us the foresight we needed to prepare for Ganon’s return. And thank-you for handing yourself in to us,” she added.

Kita looked like he knew there was more than just gratitude coming, and hugged his knees in tight towards himself. Zelda glanced sideways at Link, and the knight stepped forward.

“We wanted to know what exactly Ganon is planning,” Link said, and Kita let out a light laugh.

“I wish I could tell you,” he replied, looking up at them honestly. “But even the high-ranking Yiga don’t know. Just that he’s moving on the solstice.”

“Moving?” Link and Zelda spoke in unison. Kita nodded.

“Yeah. He’s not in the desert right now. He’s been storing monsters, like he had been in the valley of the heroines, in various spots around Hyrule. He’s bringing them all to attack Gerudo town. That’s - that’s pretty much all I know.”

“Pretty much?” Link asked. Kita shuffled, looking uncomfortable.

“There was a rumor that… that he’d attack the divine beasts. To keep them occupied, so they wouldn’t be on him. And that he would use them somehow, too. But, I don’t know, that seems… I don’t know how even Ganon could do that.”

Kita trailed off, shuddering a little and resting his chin in his hands. Zelda couldn’t hide the look of horror on her face. There were monsters all over Hyrule? And the Divine Beasts - he wanted to use them somehow? But only the Champions could pilot them. How on earth could he gain control?

“Are you going to send me back to Kakariko?” Kita asked suddenly, looking hopeful. Zelda was snapped out of her stupor, and shook her head.

“No, I’m sorry. We don’t have a single hand on deck that’s free. There are other priorities.”

“Kakariko is going to punish you anyways,” Link interjected then, “why do you want to go back so badly?”

Kita looked like he was wondering for a moment whether or not to tell them, and then finally the boy sighed.

“So I won’t be here when Ganon attacks.”

As Link and Zelda left back up the stairs to go meet with the Champions once more, Link took hold of her wrist, stopping her in one of the narrow dungeon hallways. She stopped, but didn’t look at him. She knew what he was going to say. She knew it, and because of that, she couldn’t look him in the eyes.

“Zelda.”

Voices from Gerudo chatting outside were muffled through the thick sandstone walls, and she stared hard towards the floor, shuffling one foot forwards a little.

“Zel. You heard what he said. We have to ask for volunteers.”

She turned abruptly to look at Link, sunlight filtering in through slotted windows onto his face. She didn’t know what to say, but knew that she didn’t necessarily have to speak, either. Link understood, she knew he did. She knew he hated asking for help or even admitting that he needed help at all, even if the situation was futile.

“We’re spread so thin,” Link urged.

“But the royal guard, the Sheikah, they - they have their own homes to protect,” Zelda protested.

“There’ll be nothing left to protect if we don’t win,” the blond replied quietly, and Zelda knew there was nothing she could say back. If she at least had her sealing power and her triforce, then perhaps they would stand a chance, but as it was they barely had any warriors to fight. Gerudo had never had a huge population. But the image in Zelda’s mind of her, Link, and the four champions against Ganon… well, that clearly wasn’t going to be the reality of it. Now, it was a numbers game.

“We need a proper army,” Link said sternly. “I can get the royal guard. And the Sheikah I’m sure, too. Mipha, Revali, and Daruk, can go to fetch their best and bring them back. Hateno and East Post also have some formidable fighters,” the blond added, and Zelda was suddenly incredibly grateful for his knowledge on the settlements around Hyrule. She wouldn’t have known where to look first, besides the castle. Still, she didn’t know what to say; Ganon’s words from the earlier night weighing heavily on her shoulders.

Link must have noticed, because his hand slid from her wrist to grasp at her fingers.

“There’s something else?”

“Well -” she thought about saying, no, nevermind, but knew that Link wouldn’t let her leave anything like that unspoken. It was a little annoying, but kept her accountable to her thoughts.

“That night that… that Ganon came in,” she began, looking up at Link cautiously, “he said something to me about how Hylia had chosen you to string along. You know, with us reincarnating, and all. And that it was characteristic of me to use those around me, like I did with Revali and the sword.”

“Zelda-” Link’s lips dropped open, and he reached for her, but she shook her head.

“No,” she replied, smiling weakly, “if you hug me, I’ll just cry. I’m okay, really,” she assured him, giving him one last look with as much confidence as she could possibly muster. He didn’t seem happy to hear her mention crying, but dropped his arm nonetheless.

“None of us see you that way,” Link assured her, and she nodded, swallowing. “The Champions want to help. Revali included, even if he doesn’t act like it,” he added bitterly, and Zelda stifled a laugh.

“It doesn’t make asking people to risk their lives any easier.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way,” Link said then as they began to walk back up and out of the long hallway, “but they’re not just doing it for you. They know that Hyrule depends on it. If someone can, I think they generally want to contribute,” he added thoughtfully, and she glanced back over her shoulder to look at him gratefully.

“Thank-you, Link.”

The sun greeted them as they walked up the steps and found themselves once again at the city walls. Zelda let herself stall briefly, enjoying the hot rays for a minute before finally heading into the war tent after Link had gone in. Explaining the plan to the Champions went over relatively well, although she hated to see the looks on their faces when she told them of what Kita had said about the monsters.

“No time to waste,” Revali sighed, getting to his feet and stretching one wing out, then the other. “I’ll be back the fastest, no doubt, so I can go now.”

“There’s one more thing,” Zelda interrupted suddenly, though she was not at all impatient to relay the other warning Kita had given them.

“There was a rumor that Ganon… will try to take control of the Divine Beasts, somehow. So I need to warn you to be on your guard as the solstice nears.”

“You don’t need to tell us that,” Urbosa replied after a moment of silence. “Of course, that isn’t good news,” the chieftain continued, standing with a sigh from the table, “but we knew what we were signing up for. Revali, as soon as you’re back, Mipha and Daruk can head out. I’m going to go now to visit King Rhoam.”

Zelda’s shoulders dropped.

“When will you be back?”

“Right on time, probably,” Urbosa guessed. “Don’t worry, little bird. Naboris and I will be here to help. You know I want to play my part in beating Ganon to a pulp,” she reassured her, seeing the worry in Zelda’s eyes. The older woman planted a light kiss on Zelda’s forehead and then left the tent. Revali passed by her other side, and rested a wing briefly on her shoulder reassuringly before disappearing through the tent flaps behind Urbosa. The wind whipped up a moment later as the Rito took of, shaking the tent fabric.

Having the Champions away from town was not ideal. It had been bad enough when they were gone one at a time to get the Divine Beasts. Now, it was likely that by tomorrow, her, Revali, and Link would be the only ones at home. Urbosa, Mipha, and Daruk wouldn’t be there until the day of the solstice.

“Princess… how far away exactly is the solstice, now?” Daruk asked, sounding like he was already nervous to hear the answer.

“Two days.”

That night, Mipha and Link helped the evening patrol while Daruk and Zelda went over some of the controls for Vah Rudania. When the Princess finally left for bed, relieved that Link at least didn’t have to sneak away from Revali tonight, she was surprised when the knight didn’t show up at the usual time. She suspected that the evening patrol had been somewhat eventful with Yiga and monsters, but stopped herself from worrying as much as she could have. Zelda ended up dozing off early, candle still lit on the bedside table.

She stirred when Link finally arrived. The candle had nearly burnt out when the voe carefully swept a hand over her cheek.

“Zel. Sorry I’m late.”

“Mm,” she replied tiredly, rolling over and stretching. “Everything okay?”

“...yeah,” Link replied, looking away from her as he stood and began to undress. Zelda sniffed, looking up at the ceiling while she tried to will herself to wake up a little bit.

“Are you sure?” she asked, a bit late at realising his tone of voice. He looked at her over his shoulder as he stepped out of his pants.

“You’re getting too good at reading me,” he sighed, and Zelda smiled to herself as she propped her cheek up on one hand.

“You could read me from day one, so it’s only fair,” she said back, and Link laughed a little in response. He sunk into bed with a sigh, pulling Zelda close as she wrapped one arm over his stomach and rested her head on his chest.

“Mipha, tonight… I think she proposed to me.”

“Mmm. Wait, what?”

Zelda had been almost falling back asleep by the time Link spoke, but now she had no trouble staying awake.

“She proposed?”

“I think so,” Link said, still concentrating on the ceiling. Zelda rolled to her front, looking at him in disbelief.

“You think so.”

“Well she… said she had something to give me back home. And that she wanted to spend more time together with me, when all of this is done. A lot more.”

His blue eyes flicked down to her briefly.

“...and?” Zelda replied, “what did you say?”

“I told her I was seeing someone,” Link replied, eyebrows raised as he looked back at the ceiling. “I didn’t know what else to say.”

“You knew that she liked you all this time, right?” Zelda asked, and Link tilted his head back and forth.

“Kind of. I just assumed she was just really sweet.”

“She is really sweet,” Zelda admitted, “but she was always smitten for you. Was she okay when you told her?”

“I think I broke her heart a little,” Link admitted, frowning, and Zelda dipped her head into his neck in a half hug. “She looked really sad. But she told me she wants me to be with whoever makes me happiest.”

Zelda blinked her eyes open, looking down at the fabric behind Link’s head. Her heart ached a bit. If it had been the other way, would she be able to be truly happy for Link, knowing he was happier with someone else? Maybe, eventually, but it would still be heartbreaking. Obviously he hadn’t told Mipha he was seeing her, and it would be awkward when it all came about. She’d never been particularly close with Mipha, but the two were at least friends, and she didn’t want anything to get in the way of that. But the Zora had always been nothing if not kind, so surely, it wouldn’t cause too much drama…

“She asked me if I thought I was,” Link continued then, pulling Zelda a little closer. “And I said I was sure of it.”

“Sorry, what?” Zelda replied, shaking herself from her thoughts and looking back up to meet Link’s eyes.

“If I was with the person that made me the happiest,” he said, pushing some of her hair away from her face. Zelda felt like her heart was melting, but couldn’t help the sadness that suddenly plagued her heart. Out of everyone, why did she have to fall for him? The one that would be throwing himself headfirst at Ganon? The one that was, probably, the most likely to not make it out of battle? He meant more to her than she could possibly say now.

But there was something else at hand.

“On the solstice, Link, you have to promise me something,” Zelda asked, wondering if now really was the best time to bring it up. They had one more day to prepare, so she hoped that at least her words might have time to sink in.

“Your job is to defeat Ganon. I know you’re my chosen hero, but I’m… not the Princess with the triforce and the sealing power like I was supposed to be,” she added, and Link looked increasingly upset with each word she said. “You can’t prioritize protecting me. You have to put Hyrule first. If it comes down to it, Link, you have to leave me.”

Link looked suddenly broken. She couldn’t stand to look at his eyes anymore, and bent down to wrap her arms around him instead, pulling him close.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want it to be like this, really. But you have to promise me that.”

“Seriously?” he asked, his voice breaking as he held her close, one hand resting on the back of her head. “I can’t promise you that.”

“You have to,” she said quietly, “please, Link. I couldn’t forgive you if you saved me at the cost of Ganon succeeding. And he might spare me, he said he would, but he wouldn’t spare you,” she argued, holding him tight. The idea of being Ganon’s plaything for the rest of her lifetime, if he won, wasn’t exciting. She knew that Link was too much of a risk to leave alive - and she knew Ganon would feel the same.

“I-” he broke off, his whole body tense as he held her. “I’m not going to let it come to that. I promise.”

You might not have a choice, she thought to herself as she buried her face into his neck, but didn’t want to say anything more on the subject. It wasn’t pleasant. Nothing had been pleasant lately, except him, but now Ganon was threatening to take that away. Hyrule was important, of course. Gerudo was her first priority. But Link was becoming more than all of that. She felt too responsible for him, felt too close to him, too attached. Coming to terms with her feelings for him now, as much as she was tempted to do so, would just make it hurt more if anything happened; so she suppressed them.

Behind Link’s head, a triangle of light flickered faintly on Zelda’s hand, but faded all too fast.

#zelink fanfiction #botw fanfiction #breath of the wild fanfiction #zelink #desert sun

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colacatinthehat · 6 years

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Breath of the Wild || One Year Anniversary Prompts

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Day 6 - Cooking

Rating: T (For…Angst?)

Words: 1,350*

Game: The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild

Pairing: Link/Zelda if you squint real hard kinda I guess

Summary: Link barters his cooking skills for a roof over his head and struggles with the weight of his quest.

“Stay for the night?”

Link nodded, trying in vain to wipe the wet hair from his eyes. Rain poured down relentlessly and showed no sign of stopping. There was no way Link would be able to climb to the summit with the weather so bleak, far wiser to wait it out.

The two faces peering out of the tent exchanged a glance. He wouldn’t blame them for turning him down, he probably looked suspicious.

But to his surprise, after they had come to some sort of unspoken understanding, the woman smirked asked;

“Can you cook?”

Practical? Yes. Good first impression? Yes. Overkill? Maybe.

It wasn’t easy to fry eggs on a flameblade but Link had succeeded at it enough times now to consider himself an expert. (Not to mention the added benefit of not smoking out the whole tent with an open flame.) But, then again, Link thought that he was quite good at a lot of things. Things he wasn’t sure he’d tried before.

“I’m glad you showed up, Link! I’m starved!” Lorelle, the woman, was wittering the night away completely unburdened by her, more often than not, full mouth.

“This is good meat, too!” she praised, proceeding to tear the last mushroom (from her second skewer, no less) with her teeth. Her eyes were a dark brown and in the dim glow of the lamp Link could make out a light dusting of freckles on her cheeks. Her travel companion was named Ruko, his beard was unkempt and he was quieter than his friend, but he seemed nice enough. An intelligent man who boasted a firm understanding of mathematics.

Link was almost convinced that they weren’t Yiga. (He’d been taught caution the hard way.) Their woeful tale of bokoblins stealing their food seemed too genuine to be fake, not to mention there wasn’t a single banana in sight - A comically deadly give-away.

“The last of a boar I caught near riverside stable,” Link answered as he mopped the egg yolk from his own plate with a slice of bread. “Traded the rest to a guy who could smell it in my pack from ten paces away.”

Ruko raised his brows quizically. “That’s quite the skill…”

“He ate it there and then.”

The man had used his bare hands too, it was a bit of a spectacle.

“A whole boar?” Ruko scoffed.

Link hesitated, perplexed by the comment. He hadn’t really considered it strange before. Most of the things people did seemed strange. Tending flower gardens, wasting time in hot springs… Other people seemed to have wildly different priorities.

“I think he was just really hungry.”

Lorelle laughed at his comment a little more than he’d expected. Paying close attention to his hosts, Link had the feeling she quite liked him. Something about the colour her cheeks turned under her freckles, the way she tried to catch his eye when he looked her way.

He didn’t mind, truthfully he quite liked the attention.

Link was often alone on his travels and rarely knew what to say when he was not. “Handsome and stoic” he’d been called. People that told him that he was good-looking tended not to mind filling the gaps in conversations when Link’s words left him. A blessing he called upon more often than not.

“Well now, not that this isn’t fun… But it’s late and we really should save the candle,” Ruko suggested, interrupting Link’s train of thought as he reached over to take the empty plate from his lap. “How about we get some sleep?”

Now that Link was more alert, he was pretty sure Ruko’s eyes caught his in the same way as his companion’s.

The two merchants didn’t snore in the classic sense of the word. However, they were no silent sleepers by any stretch of the imagination. That and the incessant patter of raindrops on the canopy of the tent, the murmur of a storm in the distance, it could almost drive him mad.

They were clearly content with each other’s company (obnoxious half-snores and all) in a way that Link was not, and the pair drifted off almost as soon as they bid the tent goodnight.

It was uncomfortably humid and the space seemed cramped in a way it hadn’t over their meal. Close, loud and busy.

Perhaps, Link thought, it was because of the tightness in his throat or the prickle down his spine. He’d known this feeling before, it taunted him on the edge of his memory. It seemed so close when he closed his eyes, but he couldn’t quite recall it. Guilt, perhaps? Fear? No, it was similar to how he felt in a crowded room, very aware, very awake.

For a long while he weighed up his chances in the rain, but a crack of thunder quashed the idea as soon as it subsided. Better to stay put.

Possessed by the need to work with his hands, Link pulled the slate from his travellers pack. For what seemed like the hundredth time, he began working through the pictures Impa had told him were left by Zelda all those years ago. Most of the locations were strange to him, limited to peaks in the distance he vaguely knew, but very few that he confidently recognised.

An open path in early dawn, Zelda striding forward, the weight of a sword on his back.

“Can you hear it yet, hero?” she’d asked, coldly.

In his sleep Ruko rolled onto his back, breathing loudly, dryly through his mouth.

The second was the place where she’d confronted him. It had been a shock to the system at first, quickly disproving the idea of the Princess he’d created in his head.

The only context Link had to work with were the words of Impa and the Old Man. They’d told him that he was a Knight of Hyrule. The appointed Knight. The chosen hero. That he’d died a noble death protecting Princess Zelda, heir to the throne and bearer of a sacred power. His partner in a prophecy that foretold the return of a great evil.

Regardless of what they’d said, to Link it seemed clear that his partner didn’t care for him very much at all.

The more he stared at the image on the screen, the more he tried to convince himself that he didn’t like Princess Zelda very much, either.

Why did he make such a habit of coming back to these pictures? They never calmed him as he hoped they would.

Why him? Link wondered, not for the first time. Why couldn’t he stop himself from moving on? Why had Zelda left him such an impossible task? Why was he acting upon it?

There were no answers.

Tomorrow he’d climb that mountain regardless. He was certain there was a shrine at the top. If he trained he could become stronger. If he became stronger he could free the Divine beasts. If he freed the beasts he could confront Ganon. If he confronted Ganon he could…

Link didn’t know.

He kept scrolling through the slate.

Another picture, and Link felt the damp of rain through his tunic. The hilt of a sword in his hand, the next step in his footwork clear in his mind. Front foot forward. Don’t lock your arm before the swing. The sword cut through the air in a clean arc. He began the forms again. Zelda spoke, voice far away and he stopped to listen.

She was clearly unhappy. She couldn’t do what was expected of her. She didn’t want to.

Link felt a little resentful towards the pang in his chest. Conflicted by the disjointed pity he felt for a girl he wasn’t sure he knew. Pity with no beginning and no end.

Lorelle stirred, her breath tickled the back of his neck.

“Link, could you turn that light out?” she muttered, voice cracking with sleep.

Immediately he switched off the slate and set it aside. The tent was very dark without it.

“Sorry.”

She didn’t answer, already asleep, but Link had to admit he was thankful for the company.

#link did you just #....also why is the cooking one the longest one #also buckle up #ya boys hit angst #botwfirstanniversary #botwfirstanneversary #loz #tloz #botw #breath of the wild #legend of zelda #zelink #kinda

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas · 2 years

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If the Yiga Boys were given a spa day, what would they each want to have done? (massage, mudbath, pedi, etc?)

Oooh! The boys finally relaxing! Great ask!

Kohga wants EVERYTHING. Mud bath, mani pedi's, facials, his hair washed, acupuncture, hot stones, and of course, massages. He doesn't care what kind, just as long as it's done by a man, and, in his own words "it better feel like he's trying to get fresh with me, or I don't WANT IT." A real demanding client. Tips well though.

Sooga is so out of his element. Being pampered? He can't imagine it. But once Kohga offers him to relax, he realizes he REALLY likes hot stones, and a deep tissue massage, especially at his back. Them titties do give him some kind of back pain.

Von wants whatever gets peoples hands on him. Honestly idk why he's even here, dude is the most relaxed bitch in the entire clan. Though a nice foot rub definitely hits the spot.

Don't fucking touch Cil, you peasant. Seriously, he wants nothing to do with exposing his body, much less with people touching him. Best you can get out of him is a mud bath, and the yiga clothes stays ON. Unless Kohga is in there, then suddenly he's willing.

#asks #Kohga #Sooga #Von #Cil #seriously Kohga has been to a spa and a half #he only goes to ONE because only THEY have what he wants

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autumnstwilight · 6 years

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Tags: Link, Fi, backstory, abusive parenting

Summary: What does it mean to be chosen? Do the gods handpick their favored from birth, endowing them with the skill and courage to face their destiny? Or is courage something that can only be shown in the pits of darkness and terror, when the heavens are most silent?

Chapter Two

He had not known the choice he was making.

Somewhere along the long road, when the rolling hills and red leaves of Akkala had passed out of view, he realized that he would not be returning. The cold wind kicked up the dust at the horse’s feet, and the stranger was almost completely silent, except for when he spurred the horse on with a gruff "Hah!"

Link looked down at the mane of the horse, streaked brown and black, and balled his fists in it. Inside him, something far and distant wanted to cry, but an odd solemnity overcame him. He sensed that crying would not change anything, and felt a curious instinct to impress this stranger, to show that he too could be a tough soldier. At length, the swaying of the horseback lulled him into sleep.

That had been then and this was now. Summers and winters had passed since he came here. He had cried many times since, in the dustiest corners behind the oldest crates and on the rooftops where no one would see him. He had cried when his body ached and when his fingers blistered and bled. He had cried when he had fallen ill with a fever and longed for his mother to comfort him, as he lay on a thin straw mat in a drafty room. He had cried when he was tired and hungry and the older boys had kicked over the buckets of water he was meant to give to the horses, so that he was forced to make another weary trip to the well and miss dinner.

Today he had choked back tears as a blow from Captain Talin’s wooden sword had caught him in the side and ribcage. The Captain took a special interest in him, and often singled him out for further training after the other cadets were allowed to go and clean up. He didn’t know why he received these corrections more than anyone else. No matter how attentively he focused, or how dutifully he obeyed, the dreaded, softly spoken order would come.

"Link. You stay."

There had been fury in his strike, as he swung at the Captain’s midsection, an opening that he threw himself at like a wildcat. And again, his sword had been halted a hair’s breadth from the man, the opening a lure too tempting to resist, the counterattack sending him sprawling into the dust, stinging, humiliating. Again.

And he had risen to his feet, bowed and spoke the customary thank you for the sparring session, marched away with the posture of a royal guard, just a little too quickly. It was not until he reached the well and drew water, pulled his tunic over his head and looked at the red and purple band of broken blood vessels painted across his chest that he let the tears fall, bitter and hot.

The night sky was cold and clear above him, with only the thinnest band of orange remaining on the horizon. He wanted to scream but worried that someone would hear. He settled for finding a decently sized stone and kicking it along the ground, watching it skitter in the dust and taking a perverse joy in the pain in his toe. He looked around to check that he was still alone.

The courtyard shimmered, as if a cloud had passed across the moon. A silver shadow lingered by a far doorway, the girl’s gaze downcast. Cautiously, he approached her, as if she might blow away on the slightest stirring of the wind. He found himself nearing the armory when there was a mighty screech, and the crows in a nearby tree took flight, pursuing one of their own. He watched as the flurry of dark wings wheeled and settled back in the tree, croaking calls. When he looked back, the girl was gone, as he had known she would be.

But the door was open. He paused in confusion, wondering if it had been that way the whole time. With quiet footsteps, he entered, the slight gleam of the halberds on their racks the only light. These weapons were still far too big for him to wield effectively, even the broadswords were almost as long as he was tall. But as he ventured deeper into the storehouse, his eyes were drawn to a sidearm, a short dagger, the last resort of a soldier and the first of an assassin.

After a moment’s hesitation, he seized it.

Perhaps he had been expecting something to happen, but there was only the darkness around him and the quiet and the creeping awareness that he would very much be in trouble if he were found here. He slid the dagger inside his tunic, tight under the belt at his hip, and made his way to the dinner hall.

The next morning he awoke to find the dagger stowed carefully among his few personal possessions, hidden under clothing and rags. He regarded it with a mild surprise, perhaps not expecting that the events of the previous night had actually happened.

He looked at the weapon for a moment, unsure what to do with his plundered treasure. If anyone noticed it was missing, if anyone had the idea to check the dormitory of the youngest boys, if anyone thought to look for it in the bundle of dusty cloth at the foot of a particular boy’s sleeping mat… But he was determined to keep it. There was so little here to call his own. The secret sent an electric thrill through him, a quiet act of defiance in his life of obedience.

He imagined the feel of the metal in his hands. The image of the opening he had seen, the one the Captain had fooled him with, came to his mind. Would he be able to strike faster with the gleaming steel in his hands? Would he be able to take the Captain by surprise? He shook his head and banished the idle fantasy. He knew that there would be no way to wear the dagger that would both conceal it on his small frame and allow him to draw it fast enough for a sneak attack, let alone what he would do in the aftermath.

A messenger, a tall and wiry teenager threw open the door, panting heavily. His arrival woke the young cadets that were still sleeping. There was the running of footsteps and the slamming of doors up and down the rows, distant shouting. The messenger caught his breath.

"All cadets must report immediately to the courtyard for an urgent announcement! Up! Go!"

With bleary rubbing of eyes and hasty donning of clothing, they filed out of the dormitory. Link hurriedly stowed the dagger under his tunic and at his hip once more.

The morning courtyard was chill, ground still wet with dew. The children around him stood shivering and grumbling over the lack of breakfast. Occasionally, one of the teenagers wearing the fresh and still-crisp uniform of an initiate would bark at them to quieten down, or to form orderly lines. Further back, older trainees and guards engaged in muttered snippets of conversation. Finally, Captain Talin appeared before them.

“Noble warriors of the Royal Guard, and our cadets. It is my duty to inform you of the sad passing of Queen Selina.”

There was a grim silence among the adults, one that the children instinctively mimicked whether they understood it or not. The Captain continued to speak.

“She was taken ill several days ago, and passed in the early hours of this morning. For those of you who had the honor of guarding her personally, you will know this is a great loss. Not only for her great kindness and spirit, but the blood of the goddess that she carried, that which defends our lands.”

He paused to look across the gathered crowd.

“She is survived by her daughter, Her Royal Highness Princess Zelda of Hyrule. Though she is but a child, His Majesty the King has assured me that he will do everything in his power to assist his daughter in accessing the power of the Goddess, so that She may continue to defend our great kingdom. Praise be to Hylia.”

“Praise be,” intoned many of those present, though some were silent, whether it was from shock or disinterest in the Goddess, Link did not know.

“However. This is a time of great vigilance for us. Even now, the Yiga wait for a chink in the armor of the royal family. We must be that armor, and we must not fail. The Calamity is prophesied to return within our lifetimes. It may be ten years from now, it may be tomorrow morning. It matters not. Your lives are not your own, should the people need them. Remember that.”

The guards at the back and sides of the courtyard bowed and the cadets quickly followed before they could be punished for a breach in protocol. The Captain spoke no more, and the adults took that as a sign to begin filing out of the courtyard, most heading to the food hall. The children followed somewhat haphazardly.

With a last glance up at the stone walls before him, Link, too turned to leave. He could feel the cold damp of the ground even through his boots, and as he took a step, there was a pain in his shoulder as his arm was jerked back, broad fingertips digging into his forearm.

The captain spoke.

“Link. You stay here.”

#botw #loz botw #breath of the wild #legend of zelda #fanfic #my fanfic #chosen

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triforceangel13 · 4 years

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An Accidental Mating Ch. 13 (A Sidlink Omegaverse Story)

Chapter 13: So Close Yet So far

“I must insist that you let me into this town of yours at once,” Sidon said with a scowl on his face. “This is a dire matter that must be addressed with the chief.”

“I'm sorry sir, but we do not allow voe into our town. Even if they are of a different race,” the Gerudo guard said at the front gates.

“I am a prince,” he insisted, hoping that card would work in his favor but as Zelda had told him over and over in the carriage, it did not. On the way there she had told him to wait in the oasis just a few miles from Gerudo Town. It was the only place there that had access to water for him and his men, but also because voe were not allowed in the town.

She had told him she would try to have gotten Riju to come out with her but he had been so stubborn, wanting to explain the situation himself in hopes that it would be the one thing that would allow him inside.

It didn't work as Zelda had predicted.

“I'm sorry your highness but we must stand by our rule,” the other guard had said. “We do apologize for the inconveinence.”

Sidon let out a heavy sigh and turned away, struggling to storm away in the sands with his feet, wearing special shoes even. The sands were much too hot for his scales.

His eyes looked out into the vast desert. A cliffiside was the closest thing within eyesight and all Sidon could do was look at it.

Why was he drawn to that area? Perhaps it was just the heat that was getting to him. That had to be it. He needed the water.

Zelda had followed after him and crossed her arms, frowning at the prince as her eyes practically screamed “I told you so”.

“I told you it wasn't going to work,” she huffed at him, tapping her foot in the sand. “We need to get you back to the oasis so you can get into the water. You're going to dehydrate yoursef at this point and we need you.”

“I know I know,” Sidon sighed heavily, leaning his head back against the outside wall of the town. “I just had hoped that maybe it would be different given this is about Link and his well being...Goddess above, I hope he's alright.”

Zelda rest her hand on his arm a bit, a somber look coming across her face. “I hope so too. He's very strong and able to figure things out. I know he's been in different situations that have been much worse than this but...”

Sidon didnt need her to say it. He knew what she was getting at. He hadn't been pregnant before. The Yiga clan could use their baby against him to get what they wanted.

“He may have been in worse situations princess,” Sidon sighed, looking out to the cliffside again despite still not knowing why. “But he had not been pregnant then. He didn't have another person relying on him.”

Zelda bit her lip and shifted uncomfortably in place. They both felt powerless. They didn't know where Link could be until they spoke to Riju.

“I can try to get her out to the oasis but...” she sighed.

“Once you mention the Yiga clan they will not let her out of their sight,” Sidon finished. “I know. They would do the same to me if I was younger.”

Zelda sighed and looked to the walls of the town. “We both need to get into there. The two of us telling all the details to her will help immensly but...that policy of no men is a problem. There has to be a way to get you in. ”

“How did Link even get in there in the first place?” Sidon asked. “He had to have done something to get past those guards.”

“Do you by chance mean the champion of hyrule?” came a sultry voice from nearby. Sidon's gold eyes turned to look at whom it was.

A gerudo woman with her face covered in a purple viel stepped forward, mysterious eyes peeking out at the two of them.

“Yes, we were actually,” Zelda said. “I know men aren't allowed into the town but, do you know of a way that we can get the prince inside?”

“Of course,” she said with a small giggle which had Zelda smiling a little bit, catching onto her little secret she was hiding behind the mask. “You go in the same way the champion of Hyrule was able to get in, time and time again.”

Zelda thought on it a bit and then her eyes widened. She pulled out the sheikah slate and scrolled through the pictures, finding one of Link dressed in a similar outfit as this woman was wearing, though his outfit was a teal color.

“Like this,” Zelda said, showing Sidon the picture. The prince looked at it and flushed darkly at the sight of his mate in such a revealing outfit.

“My, what an outfit,” Sidon said, looking away from the screen to try to compose himself. Maybe in the future when Link was safe he could ask to see such an outfit. He did wonder why he hadn't ever heard of it before.

“Do you think you can find one that would fit him?” Zelda asked the woman. The woman smiled beneath her mask which reched her eyes easily.

“Of course I can scrounge something up. Perhaps add a little make up to make him look a little pink to fool the guards into beliving he's female,” she said with confidence. “Oh yes, by the time I'm done with him everyone will be in awe.”

Sidon stared between the two women until it clicked of what it was that they wanted to do to him to get him into the town.

“No,” Sidon said quickly. “I am not dressing as a woman. And Zoras dont wear clothes. There has to be another way for me to get inside.”

“Sidon, this is the quickest way to get inside. It worked for Link, I don't see why it wouldn't work for you,” she said to him.

Sidon looked down at her and then at the woman who's eyes seemed to sparkle in excitement about being able to dress the prince. He let out a heavy sigh. He really didn't see any other way that they could get into the town to talk to the the child chief.

“Alright, fine,” he sighed heavily.

The woman clapped and grabbed hold of his arm, dragging him away from the town back towards a tent that was in the back of the town.

Zelda had to hold in her giggles as she followed, waiting patiently outside the tent as Sidon was prepared to get ready to go into the town.

After several miutes, as well as several protests from the prince, he emerged from the tent dressed in a garment similar to the one that the woman had been wearing, though his was a deeper purple tone to the garment.

Zelda's eyes widened at the sight. She had sprinkled pinkish dust along Sidon's body giving him a pink hue, even putting in hydromelons into the top of the outfit to give him the illusion of a more feminine body.

His face was covered with a veil that matched the rest of the outfit but Zelda could till clearly see how embrassed he was with how flushed he was.

“Well Sidon, I got to say you do make one beautiftul Zora,” Zelda complimented which seemed to make him flush even more.

“He is goregeous isn't?” the woman asked with a giggle. “This should get you into the town with no issues. Though I will dare say that they will end up looking at you anyway. There isn't anything I can do for his height.”

“That's alright,” Zelda said, pulling her hair back a bit and held her bag. “I'm going to go get myself changed as well. But what can we do to repay you for it?”

“Oh, nothing princess,” the woman said with a smile behind her mask. “Hearing that the champion of hyrule was in need of aid, this was the first thing I could think of to help. He was a very nice young man and whatever he's going through, I just hope he's alright.”

Zelda smiled softly and nodded. “As do we. All we can hope for is that he's safe.”

Sidon nodded his head a little. “He is my mate and carrying my child. I can only hope that they dont harm either of them.”

“I hope you don't show Link those pictures,” Sidon sighed from behind his veil, nodding his head to the women he passed. They gazed up at him, whispering among them of how beautiful the “pretty Zoran woman” was. “In fact I actually hope you delete those.”

Zelda giggled softly, leading him through the town towards the main building at the other side. “Oh come now Sidon, I think he would think you were cute.”

“This is not cute. Alpha's don't wear clothes like this,” Sidon said with a heavy sigh, keeping his head down as he was suggested to do. He didn't want to bring any unwatned attention to himself. Not when they were on an important mission.

“That's not true. Haven't you smelled the other alphas around here? They're wearing these sort of outfits,” Zelda corrected. Sidon took a quick glance around. Sure enough he could pick out each scent of each alpha, beta, and omega. Their first gender were all women, but their second gender varied everywhere.

It was curious as to why they kept men out but then again he knew he should respect the different culture.

“Alright I take that back,” he stated. “But what about princes. Princes don't wear things like these and embarrass themselves.”

“Wrong again. When you marry Link he would be a prince,” Zelda laughed. “And he would wear one of these.”

Sidon threw his hands up in the air with a sigh. “I'm just uncomfortable then.”

Zelda pat his arm. “I get it. I won't tell him. I promise. Now let's go talk to Riju. I just hope she has more information on the Yiga Clan's hideout.”

Thankfully they were granted an audience with her as Zelda spoke for them, revealing who she was. That had done the trick.

“Welcome Princess Zelda,” Riju said from her throne, hopping off of it and approached the princess, taking her hands in hers. Zelda smiled down at the young girl and squeezed her hands. “It's so great to see you again.”

“It is Riju,” she said warmly, letting go when Buliara cleared her throat. The smaller girl settled onto her throne again with a playful roll of her eyes but motioned for cushions to be brought for her guests to sit on.

Sidon struggled at first and then settled down.

“What do I owe the pleasure of a visit from the princess of hyrule and the prince of the zora?” Riju asked, casting knowing eyes to Sidon who flustered darkly underneath his veil.

“How did you...?”

“I may be young but I am quite persceptive,” Riju said with a small laugh. “I was able to see right through Link's disguise as well. I have to admit the melons are a nice touch.”

Sidon sighed heavily as Zelda broke into a soft laugh with Riju. It even got a chuckle out of Buliara which she quickly hid with a cough.

“Speaking of Link, where is he? I had thought he'd be with the two of you,” Riju said, settling her hands in her lap.

All of the smiles faded quickly and Sidon's eyes cast down to the stone floor.

“He was taken from us,” Sidon explained. “We have no idea where he is. He absolutely is in grave danger..”

“Taken?” Riju asked quickly. “By who?”

“The Yiga,” Zelda said softly. “I saw a yiga clan member knock him unconcious and disappear into a puff of smoke.”

Riju looked up to Buliara a moment and then sighed as she adressed her guests once more.

“I was afraid this would happen,” she said softly.

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open up my eyes (tell me i’m alive)

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His whole life, people have told Sidon to stay away from the Divine Beast Vah Ruta. They tell him stories of the scourge that lies within, of the monster he must stay away from at all costs. They call the monster his sister’s name, and he hates it with every bone in his body, his sister was brave, a hero, someone who should have a statue in the town square. She was a Champion, not just in title, but in character, and the way the elders say her name as if it’s a curse makes him want to scream.

So he trains and dreams of going, of rescuing his sister from the scourge and restoring her honor. He’s good with a spear, better with a trident, and he’s the first person his age to risk the dive off of Shatterback Point. That’s the closest he ever gets to the Divine Beast, making the dive into the reservoir, and he sees the red malice that seeps through the chinks in the beast’s armor. He sees her, or what’s left of her, the malice eating away at his sister like a virus, her silver jewelry and the remains of the Lightscale Trident the only things giving her away from this distance, and he wants to howl, wants to go and tear the blight away from his sister, but a guard comes after him before he can reach her.

The resulting fight with his father ends with Sidon not leaving his quarters for two weeks.

As the anniversary of his sister’s fall to the Divine Beast draws near, tensions only grow- it’s been a century, and Vah Ruta is rising once more, the scourge rising with it. The rains begin once more, a torrent of proportions that haven’t been seen in near a century.

It’s with a heavy burden in his heart that Sidon sets out on his search for a Hylian, against Muzu and his father’s wishes- it was a Hylian who got your sister involved in this disaster, Muzu tells him, flinging a hand to the armor that still rests in the chest, armor made with his sister’s scale, armor made for a Hylian.

“If it was a Hylian who got her there,” Sidon says, raising himself up to his full height, “I trust a Hylian can help her get out. Goodbye, Father, Muzu,” he says, and with that, he leaves, trident in one hand and shock-proof elixir in the other, head held high.

The raging on Waterblight Mipha echo around the Zora’s domain behind him as he sets out, rain cascading down around him and determination fierce in his eyes.

oOo

The death of Makeela’s mother is the beginning of the end; and Chieftess Riju’s funereal marks the start of her daughter’s reign, so Makeela leaves the safety and comfort of her room and her sand-seal plushies and takes her place on the throne of the Gerudo Chieftess. She is no longer Makeela, she is Chieftess Riju, and she holds her head high the best she can, Buliara by her side. She keeps a wary eye on the slumbering Divine Beast in the desert, cautious of every sandstorm that stirs to the southeast. Her mother told her the stories of the horrors that Vah Naboris brought upon her ancestors almost a century ago, and that fear still courses through Makeela’s veins to this very day.

When her Thunder Helm gets stolen, whispers that it is an omen fill the streets, even as the guards plan to steal it back. Barta goes missing shortly after, and it’s all Makeela can do to keep leading, to not curl up and cry from the sheer pressure of it all.

When the Divine Beast Vah Naboris rises once more, Makeela grits her teeth and straightens her spine, mounting Patricia with determination in her eyes and her scimitar at her side. She fails miserably at calming the beast, but she catches a glimpse of the scourge inside of it.

Red hair, the remains of Gerudo armor, and a shield that should sit at her side as an heirloom of her people, it is easy to see where Thunderblight Urbosa got it’s name; whatever it is, it was clearly once Lady Urbosa. The eye that isn’t concealed gleams the same green as Makeela’s own, it’s pupil split and scattered.

Makeela locks herself in her room for hours upon her return, allowing no entrance, not even Buliara. Fear wracks her body, and she curls up on the floor and sobs. Makeela saw herself in the scourge, saw the remains of a Chieftess, and it terrified her, right to her very core.

Three days later, she returns to the throne room, head held high, makeup and hair done as perfectly as she can manage on her own. She calls her closest advisors to a meeting- Bularia and Teake gathering before her.

“I am Chieftess Riju,” she says, and for the first time, it does not sound like her mother’s name. “I am the leader of the Gerudo people, and I will not fall to the Yiga Clan, and I will not let the Thunderblight diminish the name of my ancestor Lady Urbosa any longer,” she continues, and Bularia and Teake smile back at her.

Thunderblight Urbosa shakes her desert, but Riju’s feet are firm on their ground; and with a scimitar in one hand, she begins to plan the defeat of the Yiga Clan.

oOo

Yunobo is not a brave Goron. He has never been particularly brave, jumping at the bubbling lava and at the skittering of lizards underfoot. His mother wraps him in the scarf of his grandfather, Lord Daruk, the Champion of the Goron, and she tells him that he’s destined for great things, but Yunobo never feels great. Vah Rudania looms like a bad omen overhead, and even though it’s asleep, he still fears it.

His mother tries her hardest to protect him from the words of the others, but she can’t always be there, and the words sting. The others tell him his grandfather is no hero, no legend, that his grandfather left them for Ganon, turned Rudania against them. The other Gorons poke and prod at him throughout his childhood, everyone but his mother and the Boss lashing out with cruel words about his Grandfather.

He’s barely an adult when his mother dies, and less than a month later, he’s cornered on a cliff by the hot springs. The other Goron is bigger than him, nastier than him, and all he wants is for his mother, Boss, anyone to come and save him. By the look of panic on the other boy’s face when Yunobo loses his footing, he never wanted it to come this far, but he doesn’t reach out as Yunobo falls.

He shuts his eyes and screams, but when he hits the rocks below, he doesn’t die- he bounces. When he pries his eyes open, the bright red shield around him is dying, but he knows what this is. It’s his ancestor’s gift, Daruk’s protection, saving him from a near certain death; and Yunobo can’t help but cry from the relief.

Boss tells him it’s a gift he should be thankful for, regardless of the scourge, and Yunobo agrees wholeheartedly. He gets better at it over the years, summoning it on command rather than out of sheer panic, and it’s nice. It’s a confirmation that Daruk’s power didn’t die with him, that the scourge of Vah Rudania isn’t the only thing his people have left of his grandfather to hold on to.

It’s nice until Vah Rudania shudders to life, just shy of a century since it began it’s slumber, and Death Mountain wakes with it. They abandon the northern mines, and the dislike for Yunobo comes back in full force. He spends his nights watching Rudania, watching the scourge the best he can from Goron City, and his fingers brush the scarf he wears around his neck as he thinks of how much Daruk must be suffering, alone with the malice.

Yunobo has never been a brave Goron, but as he stares up at Vah Rudania, alight against the night sky, he decides that maybe that has to change.

oOo

Over the years, the legend of the great Champion of the Rito, Revali, gets handed down from mother to child, and all have held him in awe over the almost-century since his fall. Teba, when he is eight years old, decides that he doesn’t care much for heroism. All the stories come with tales of how great he was, but how great can someone who became a terror to his own people be?

Teba decides at a very young age that should the creature known as Windblight Revali ever show it’s face again, he will be the one to conquer it.

So he trains with his bow, and he becomes the best damn flier in the whole village, and people hate him a little for how he talks about Revali. He was a hero, they say, and Teba grips his bow a little tighter and storms off, as he always does.

The first person to ever agree with him is Kass, who plays soft and sweet music and makes everything seem a little brighter in the shadow of Vah Medoh. The second is Saki, who blushes easily but can wield a sword better than any Rito Teba’s ever seen. Kass tells the tale of the Champions through song, of their bitter defeat and their fall to the blights, with Teba and Saki listening intently, and they’re the best friends that Teba has ever had. He and Saki fall in love, quick like an arrow loosed from his bow, and they’re married in the spring.

They have their first child a year and a half after Kass leaves to travel the world, and they name him Tulin. There’s something inside of Teba that makes him want to put down his bow, to let the whole Vah Medoh thing go, to settle down with Saki and be happy, and he’s on his way to inform the elder of such when it happens.

Vah Medoh rises once again, and Teba sees the dark mass of Windblight Revali rise with it, tattered blue scarf whipping around it in the wind, the straggling remains of what used to be braided feathers matted with the malice.

“You don’t have to,” Saki says, her voice dark as she reaches up to cup his face.

“You know I do,” Teba replies, resting his forehead against hers. “I’ll come back to you safe, swear on the goddess,” he says, and Saki ruffles his feathers gently.

“Give it hell, Teba,” she says gently, and with that, Teba takes up his bow and makes for Vah Medoh.

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Shadows of the Yiga | Chapter 28

“What do you mean you can’t find him?” Zelda hissed. The Champions stood before her, looking equal parts guilty and worried. After searching for Link most of the morning, they opted to return to the city, hoping he had gone to talk to Zelda. Zelda’s reaction, however, proved how wrong they were. Hyrule’s Hero was officially missing in action.

Daruk cursed under his breath. “Son of a bitch,” he hissed.

“You were supposed to be keeping an eye on him,” Revali sneered at him.

“Shut your beak,” Daruk barked at him.

Mipha’s phone rang and she pulled it out of her pocket. Aryll's name flashed on the screen and she answered it quickly. “Hey, what's up?”

“Mipha,” Aryll sobbed softly. “He's gone, Mipha. He left!”

Mipha's heart stopped. “What do you mean he left?”

Her voice shook as she spoke. “He left. He just left. Just a note. Gone.” She sobbed into the phone.

Mipha's eyes darted quickly around the room. “Okay,” she said softly. “Okay. Just stay there. We're coming.” She ended the call and stared at the floor for a moment.

“Mipha?” Urbosa asked carefully. “What happened?”

“He planned this,” she said softly.

“He went to the Yiga Clan,” Paya said. “I’m sure of it.”

The others nodded, sharing in her conclusion.

“We need to go,” Daruk said. “Now.”

“Listen to me,” Zelda hissed. “We can’t talk about this here. I don’t know if we can trust Impa, or even my father for that matter. Just bring him back alive.”

“It will take a day’s drive to get to the desert,” Mipha said. “And at least another day to walk through the desert, assuming we don’t get lost in the process.”

“That’s too long,” Revali said. He turned to Paya. “Can’t you poof us there?”

Paya hesitated. “I can,” she started.

“But?”

“But, I can really only get you to the desert. Too close to their hideout, and they will be able to sense you all.” She shook her head. “And I can’t do it here in the city, either. Not without my grandmother knowing. I can meet you back at the ranch, but it probably won’t be until tomorrow.”

“We’d get there in the same damn time if we just drove,” Daruk said.

“We’ll be better off with Paya’s help,” Urbosa said.

Zelda nodded. “She can guide you through the desert. But right now, we’re under close watch from Impa.” She turned to Paya. “Meet them at the ranch tomorrow. Bring Link back.”

“I don’t like this,” Kit said, crossing his arms. “The longer we wait -”

“I know,” Zelda hissed at him. “But we don’t have a choice right now. My father has his men out hunting him right now. We can’t give him an clues that we know where he is. Understand?”

It wasn’t ideal, but the Champions agreed. At the very least, they would have time to prepare themselves, as they were sure infiltrating the Yiga Clan to find Link would not come without its battles.

*****

It was near noon when Link finally reached the edge of the desert. He drove as far as he was able, stopping at the closest point he could get to the given coordinates. He continued on foot, taking the most direct route possible. The desert heat proved to be just as unbearable as before when he, Mipha, and Aryll made their escape. But he was determined to get as far as possible before the night brought on its chill.

To his relief, he was able to get through the desert before nightfall, now that he had a better sense of where he was going. The sun was just beginning its descent when he made his way over the mountain range and into the familiar valley where the Yiga Clan hideout lay.

He kept to the shadows as he walked along the cliffs, examining the area below. From the height he was it, it was nearly impossible to see just how to get in to their base. Not only that, but he didn’t have a very good layout of the base, either, except from what he could barely recall from their earlier escape. He didn’t have a clue as to where to plant the C4, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to scope the base so freely, searching for the perfect spot.

He thought, then, that his best bet would be to at least plant C4 near the entrance to the base. Worst case, he could block their way out, and with a little luck, threaten the integrity of the structure and cause a cave in. Of course, he would likely die in the process, but that was of little concern to him. He simply wanted to do as much damage as possible while he still had the chance.

Link set forth, beginning his descent down the cliff. The approaching night, however, left him straining to see as the dark settled upon the land. He was already hot, tired, and dehydrated, which didn’t help in the situation he put himself in. So it shouldn’t have surprised him when he stupidly tripped over a clustering of rocks and tumbled down the rest of the slope of the cliff. He groaned when he finally stopped rolling and struggled to push himself upright. He cursed himself for being so stupid, but he knew he couldn’t stop to rest. Time was not on his side, and he was too close to them now.

He got back to his feet and looked around. He couldn’t see much in the dark, but the light of the moon was enough to show him that he was off his original course. In fact, he had rolled down much further than he originally thought, and upon further inspection, he realized then that he would have to climb out of the hole he had apparently gotten himself into.

He quickly realized, however, that the hole was not merely an empty space in the ground. Instead, he seemed to be somewhere within the Yiga Clan base. He immediately recognized the banners that hung on the wall bearing the Yiga Clan emblem. The room he was in was open to the night sky, though covered by an overhang which offered the perfect covering for anyone who may have stumbled upon the valley. No one would have looked twice, as it seemed to move seamlessly with the rest of the landscape of the valley. But by some dumb luck, his stumble brought him right into the space between the overhang and the ground, sending him into the round room below.

Even better, he seemed to have gotten in unnoticed.

He wasn’t about to take advantage of his luck. He quickly set to work, scanning the room and working diligently to place the C4 he carried with him around the room. With enough there, he could easily cause a cave in and block one way out.

When he felt satisfied with his work, he decided to press on and explore the rest of the base. However, there didn’t seem to be any notable way in. He pressed himself against the wall in hope of keeping out of sight, should a Yiga soldier wander by, and he quickly inspected the room further. He noted the bottom corner of one of the banners fluttering lightly. With no breeze, that could have only meant that there was a space somewhere. He quickly moved to the banner, keeping himself pressed against the wall as he examined it. He lifted it carefully, but there seemed to be only the wall behind it. He pressed it carefully with his hand and noticed it give slightly. He slipped under the banner, pressed both hands against the wall, and pushed his weight against it, and the wall gave. It turned slightly and opened, and he quickly slipped inside.

To his relief, the next room appeared to be empty as well. It was smaller and seemed to be a sort of storage room. Various crates lined the walls, and a few weapons were laid out on some of the wooden tables. He eagerly selected one of the blades, then continued forward to the door on the other side of the room. Again, he pressed himself against the wall and peered around the corner.

The next room was not empty. In fact, it seemed to be a barracks of sorts, where many of the Yiga soldiers were gathered. Some were sleeping soundly, while others chatted amongst themselves. A radio came to life at that moment, and they fell silent as they listened to the staticed voice.

“... activity at the southern cliffs.”

The Yiga soldiers quickly sprang to their feet, grabbing their weapons and moving to wake their comrades. They hurried out of the barracks, leaving the room empty.

Link hesitated, waiting, listening. There was no way he could be so lucky. Clearly they were alerted to his stumbling down the cliff, but he didn’t think they would all up and leave the base just on that. He was sure that they were simply hurrying to their posts to keep guard around the base should he get in. Moving forward through the base would prove to be even more difficult with the entire Yiga Clan alerted to his presence.

A hand suddenly gripped his wrist hard while another moved over his mouth simultaneously. His arm was yanked backwards behind him, and for a moment, he thought his elbow would snap under the force. He shouted at himself internally for not noticing the damn Yiga that snuck up behind up. He struggled for a moment, but he was pushed forcefully into the wall, and a boot kicked at the back of his legs. His knees weakened slightly, almost buckling out from under him.

“Don’t make a damn sound,” an all too familiar voice hissed in his ear. Just as soon as his father spoke, his grip loosened on his son, and Link spun around to meet his father’s gaze.

“What the fuck,” Link muttered.

Rusl’s gaze narrowed on him. “The fuck did I just say?” He hissed.

Link continued to stare dumbly at his father, his mind racing.

“Idiot,” Rusl spat. He started to pace before his son. “I fucking knew you would be here. I fucking called it. And here you fucking are. This is fucking suicide, you know that, right?”

Link watched his father pacing, his mouth hanging open. It had to have been another hallucination. It was the only explanation.

“Snap out of it,” Rusl growled. He pushed Link back against the wall. “I would rather not have to drag your ass out of here, got it?”

Link nodded stupidly, still at a loss for words. No, that wasn’t completely true. He had many words he wanted to say to his supposedly dead father. Too many words. He didn’t know what he wanted to say first.

Rusl gripped Link’s shirt and pulled him forward. “Let’s go,” he hissed. “Get your head in the game or we’ll both be dead.”

Link opened his mouth to speak, but only uttered intangible nonsense.

“I’ll answer everything later, alright?” he said in a frustrated tone.

Link swallowed. His gaze hardened on his father, and he raised his gun.

Rusl’s eyes narrowed on his son. “What are you doing?” he hissed.

“You’re working with them.”

His gaze softened for a moment. “Don’t be an idiot,” he said. “Why would you think that?”

Link hesitated, the doubt flashing across his face in a moment of weakness, but he quickly regained himself. “I saw you,” he said through gritted teeth. “This is all you’re doing. You tried to have me killed!”

Rusl stared blankly at his son, then his gaze narrowed once more. “You really are an idiot. Put the fucking gun down; you’re not gonna kill me.”

Link’s expression softened as he studied his father. His arm relaxed, and he lowered the gun slightly. He didn’t know what to believe anymore. There was a chance that his encounter with him was just a hallucination. But was that a chance he was willing to take? Could he trust his father after all the years of lying?

He lowered his weapon completely, though his expression still showed that he was torn between his decisions.

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing here,” Rusl continued. He pulled his gaze away and looked around them. “But it’s suicide.”

“I know.”

Rusl glanced at his son angrily. “We don’t have time to waste,” he said, stepping forward. “Let’s move.”

Link followed his father as they ran as quietly as they could, keeping close to the wall and peering around corners as they navigated the Yiga base.

“Where are we going?” Link hissed.

Rusl pressed his back against the wall as he heard voices. “We’re getting out of here.”

Link readied his weapon. “No way,” he whispered. “I’m not done here.”

“Well I am,” Rusl snapped. “I’m not letting you do something stupid.”

Link opened his mouth to argue further, but his father suddenly threw himself against him and they both fell to the floor as a blade rushed passed, striking the wall behind them where it stuck. Rusl was pulling him up suddenly and they broke into a sprint to dash across the round room where Link first stumbled in. But as they neared their exit, Yiga foot soldiers flashed before their eyes, blocking their path. They quickly circled around them.

Link and Rusl stood back to back, their eyes darting around them as the Yiga soldiers closed in. Link could feel the familiar sensation of the darkness creeping up on him, clouding the edges of his mind. But instead of fighting it, he willed it to take over. If there was any chance of getting out alive, it would be to risk the change and give himself the power he needed. But before he lost himself completely, he used the last of his consciousness to push his father down onto the ground, praying silently that whatever happened after that, his father would be smart enough to stay out of his way. And then he was gone.

Link’s eyes flashed red. His gaze shot up to the Yiga soldiers around him. They were no longer closing in, hesitant as the change took over. They stepped back cautiously, and Link sprang into action. He thrust his palm to the ground, causing the world to tremble beneath their feet. The ground exploded suddenly, the force of the attack sending the Yiga flying backwards. Many of them, however, were quick to return to their feet, and they lunged at Link with everything they had. The first few Yiga came at him simultaneously with their weapons. Though he was quicker and stronger in his darkened state, he couldn’t possibly avoid their quick and sudden onslaught. He reached for the closest Yiga as they dropped on him, ripping the blade out of his hand and throwing him into the ground with a great force. He spun on his heels as a few of the other blades sliced across his body, but he brought his own blade with him, slicing upwards at his attackers. The Yiga that took the brunt of his attack dropped to the ground, then quickly sprang backwards as his blade came down once more on the other Yiga that had lunged at him.

When the first round of Yiga soldiers had cleared out of the way, the rest were quick to step in, relying not on their weapons, but instead resorting to their own powers. They rushed at him with incredible speed, and Link could only manage to avoid the first two before their hidden blades struck him as they rushed around him. Link thrust his palm to the ground once more, but the Yiga were quick to dodge his attack, lunging backwards and throwing their palms out toward him.

Their unified assault came in the form of tiny, shadow-like daggers that rushed toward Link suddenly. Unable to avoid the attack, the daggers tore through him, bringing him to his knees. But as he stumbled forward, he thrust his arm to the side, and the shadowed daggers came to a sudden stop as if hitting a wall. They dropped to the ground and instantly disappeared. Link pulled himself to his feet, but the darkness was starting to weaken. He thrust his palm out in one last attempt to pull all his power through him, and the Yiga soldiers were sent flying backward against the far wall. With his other arm, he mimicked their shadowed attack, and they dropped to the ground. Those that survived disappeared quickly, leaving Link and Rusl alone for the moment.

The darkness subsided suddenly and Link dropped to the ground. Without the energy from the dark power pulsing through him in his enhanced state, the wounds he had suffered became more severe, and he gasped from the sudden pain that washed through him.

Rusl dropped to his son’s side, pulling him upright. He caught him as Link drifted briefly into unconsciousness, and he groaned as he came to once more. Rusl pushed Link’s hair out of his face and searched his eyes, but they had turned back to their familiar blue. His eyes closed and his body fell limp in Rusl’s arms.

“No! Come on, kid,” he muttered as he held his son. “Stay with me.” His gaze hardened as Link returned to a conscious state and Rusl dragged him up onto his feet.

“I don’t even want to fucking know right now,” Rusl muttered, allowing Link to balance himself on him. For the moment, it seemed he would stay conscious. Hopefully long enough for them to escape. “Can you move?”

Link nodded weakly and pushed himself away from his father. He stumbled slightly, but otherwise moved forward, and Rusl quickly followed. They quickly made their way out of the Yiga hideout and into the valley of the desert, but their escape was cut short once more as several more Yiga soldiers appeared to surround them.

Rusl pushed Link behind him. His fierce gaze moved around the Yiga soldiers as they began to close in. There was nothing either of them could do to defend themselves, now. Their fate was at its end.

Dorian stood in the shadows of the high walls and mountains that surrounded the Yiga Clan hideout. His brows knit together angrily as he watched the Yiga soldiers surround Rusl and Link. He cursed them under his breath. “Fucking Hylians,” he muttered to himself. “You both will be the death of me.” He raised an arm, his palm out in their direction, and in a snap, they were gone.

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