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Ever since Green got his wings, he knew: he’d never, ever get tired of flying. The big blue sky stretches out into infinity around him, and his distant shadow flickers over rivers and forests and boulders far below.
Up here, nobody expects anything of him. Up here, he isn’t a Hero or a Knight or even a Link. He’s just… just Green.
A warm draft pushes up on Green’s spread wings, ruffling the feathers, and Green lets it carry him even higher into the sunny sky, his heart light and his face aching with a smile.