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Hyrule hated the Triforce.
He hated the stupid power with a burning passion.
It brought chaos to Hyrule's life, with both monsters and hylians that craved for the power.
Even more so, with the years of having the Triforce godly force running through his veins, Hyrule could never truly learn how to control it.
It would glow brightly randomly, bright enough to shine through his thick bulky gloves. Or give power spikes into some of Hyrule's attacks, once causing him to get burned by the magic's rebound.
Yeah, the Triforce is great and powerful, but for the Traveler?
It fucking sucked.
A sigh escaped Hyrule's lips as the Links sat down around the campfire for the night.
The Links had finally arrived at Four's Hyrule, a very nice and seemingly peaceful Hyrule (As far as he could tell), and were currently making their way to Four's smithing shop, or house.
Deciding to save some rupees, they had made a pit stop at the nearby town before setting up a cozy camp in a nearby forest.
Staring at the starry sky, Hyrule could already feel the glow seeping through his veins, how it sent waves of both comfort and pain through his muscles.
He turned to look at the others, each one seemingly busy with their own thing. Wild was cooking with Twilight preparing the items. Wind was talking to both Warrior and Time, his arms moving up and down to make loud exaggerated gestures. Legend was currently with Sky, sitting in a comfy silence as Sky carved and Legend wrote in his Journal. Four was seated right next to Hyrule, staring into the unknown, seemingly lost in his own head.
Hyrule sighed once more before tapping Four's shoulder, waiting for the smaller Link to turn,
"Hey, going to go get a breather, I won't be far and I'll be back soon."
"Heh, alright. Just don't get lost."
"Don't worry, my senses always leads me to the nearest town." Four chuckled at that, murmuring about how that could be a town all the way across the map, and Hyrule took a turn walking deeper into the calm forest.
As soon as Hyrule had entered the forest, the strong force finally shined through, seeping through his gloved hand.
He sighed for the third time today, why couldn't he just learn to control it.
In the past, when he was camping in his Hyrule, he would easily set up barriers. Or when using Fire and Jump, bits and pieces of the godly power seeping through and adding golden tints to it.
It was an easy way to ensure the power did not build up and made glowing incidents less likely.
However, ever since Hyrule had started his journey with the other Links, he's been refraining from even using magic.
It was quite obvious when they first met that they had no clue about anything in his Hyrule, and were even more confused when they had found out the Traveler that had been helping the last 3 days had been the hero they were looking for.
In those 3 days, Hyrule had not only managed to figure out that they were heroes just like him, but they only held one piece of the triforce and had absolutely no clue about magic.
From then on, Hyrule refrained from even casting a healing spell on himself, rather wasting potions than trying to explain what the hell he had done or how he had done it. Only using the power to set up barriers, a habit from monsters hunting him for his blood.
Still, with others close by, Hyrule couldn't exactly go on his usual fiasco of releashing magic through a quick Lightning, or Jump and Fire for that matter, he would be too easily caught.
Still that did not mean he did not have any quiet spells for use, but he still needed to use a very round-about way.
Sitting down at the base of a trunk, a good distance away from the others, the light from the campfire still in view.
Hyrule removed his gloves, revealing thousands of white scars, all running up and down his arm. Each one hides another meaning. Whilst the ones near his hands were from his first time using a sword, with weak arms and an untrained stance, there were cuts at his elbows from times he fell.
However, with his recent problem, a new set of scars had formed. Taking up his forearms lay streaks of white lines, large and cleanly cut.
He hated doing this, he hated it. It did not hurt but it brought waves of guilt. Still, he wordlessly unsheathed his dagger from his belt, laying the cool metal nicely on his forearm before taking a huge slash.
As blood bubbled from the perfect cut, Hyrule quickly licked it away ignoring the taste of iron, force of habit he suppose. Like this, he continued till 9 new cuts were placed into his skin.
With another silent motion, Hyurle hovered his left hand over the cuts, humming a familiar tune. A golden glow slowly seeped through, stitching the wound up, leaving almost no trace.
Still, the bright glowing on his left hand did not stop; only dimming by just a fraction. Hyrule scowled at the stupid symbol. Dear Hylia, this was such a pain to do.
It took 2 more times of this for glowing to finally subside. With a quick motion, Hyrule slid on his leather gloves once more and sheathed the dagger, double checking to make sure no blood was left behind.
Hyrule let a sigh escape one last time, staring at his left hand.
It was such a nuisance really, but Hyrule could not hate the power.
Returning back to the campfire, Hyrule was greeted with smiles and laughter. Wild passed Hyrule a plate filled with meat and veggies and the night was filled with laughter, smiles and fights about who would get the leftovers.
Yes, it was a night filled with joy.
And Hyrule curled up in his sleeping roll with only thanks to the Triforce for helping bring his family together