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Link took a cup of wine from the Zora graciously, he had always loved this domain, from the merriment to the customs. Even some of his dearest friends hailed from the region, Mipha sat by his side, her smile gracious and humble.

The wine was fruity, expected from the region, but still maintained this crispness that he could never find elsewhere. During the celebration, he remained quiet and calm, letting his smile speak for itself, as he basked in the joy of others. Tonight was a night of festivities. Mipha had demonstrated that she would be the fated Champion of the Divine Beast, Vah Ruta. With this announcement, Zora's Domain was in an uproar.

Zelda had wished to join, but her father had deemed it more important for her to remain rigorous in her studies. In many ways, everyone was finding the right balance in their preparations. For all Link knew, this might be the last day he could so casually partake in a celebration with those around him. At least, not until Gannon was destroyed and properly handled.

People around him danced, laughed, and sang. He was content to remain on the pillowed cushions. That was until a wave of nausea hit him. At first, he thought it could have been nerves or something that hadn’t sat well. Zora cuisine mainly consisted of regional fish, and not everything was cooked. He took no mind, and waved to Mipha, excusing himself for a moment.

He wove through the crowds and masonry of the Zora kingdom with ease. His stomach continued to grumble and ache. It was starting to hurt now. As he passed the crowd, he tried not to show his discomfort. He didn’t want to spark any rumors about his inability to hold his liquor or seem weak. More importantly, he didn’t want anyone to worry, any personal issues were his burden to bear. Alone.

Eventually he made it to a secluded grassy patch in the surrounding cliffs. Escaping the thick scents and clustered atmosphere did help a little bit, but the tingling in his body and pain persisted. Link began to consider the possibility that he had been poisoned, though, he couldn’t imagine what it was. Few substances could provoke such a reaction, and he had yet to experience anything like this. He leaned against a cool stone, panting in misery, his vision blurring. Faint footsteps behind him caught his attention. He paused, looking up and squinting to see the Zora soldier who had offered him the wine.

By now, his vision had dimmed further, and his hearing had dulled. The figure drew closer, but Link couldn’t muster the strength to speak, even when he tried to. His words came out slurred and almost inaudible. The first thing that did hit him was the overpowering smell of fish, accompanied by another warm aroma he couldn’t identify.

But the next set of sensations made him pause as the soldier towered over him. Hands began to trail over his body.

First they started at his waist, before slowly sliding up to his chest, groping at the skin with confidence. It wasn’t long until each hand found its own path. One lower on his body, with the other rustling his hair. Playing with the golden locks in some form of twisted fascination. There was murmuring, but he couldn’t make out the words, only that it sounded taunting. Like he was being mocked for being in this state.

Link wished that he had kept his guard up, he tried to move a hand to swat the arms away, push the massive body and get some distance. But he was starting to see doubles. Nothing was making sense like it should have. Eventually his shirt was removed. Warm summer air brushing against his skin, grass prickling at his back as he was laid down. The boots and socks were the next thing to go. Until Link could feel the fabric of his pants shift. He gritted his teeth and once more tried to kick at the Zora. But his leg was grabbed and twisted hard.

He let out a small hiss as he heard popping. In many ways he was used to these types of injuries, however, the situation was sudden and he had no inherent way to defend himself. Another breeze caressed his skin, even in his delirium a shiver ran up his spine. The Zora was over him, covering his body completely. The smell of fish became even more overwhelming, and finally he could recognize the smell, it was wine, alcohol. His nose scrunched in its bitter notes, mixing with rotting seafood. A tongue began to sloppily slide over him, dragging over his neck, and then moving to his ear.

It was finally in the moment when Link started searching for other things to think about. Even with his mind all fuzzy, and dulled senses, he still tried to focus on what was around him. He imagined that he heard a waterfall, its water crashing into a pool below. He imagined hearing birds flying overhead, heading towards a party that was still bustling with music. Maybe they were hoping to grab some food discarded on the ground.

A sharp pain hit him. He winced hard, before large hands pressed him down, “stay still.” That was the first thing he had heard clearly since the beginning of the encounter. But he knew exactly what was happening. He could feel the other’s head, pressed firmly against him. Pressing into his body. A cold sweat began to break out over him, it hurt. The hands wrapped around his waist, gripping him firmly, claws digging into his sides, leaving deep bloody gashes.

Link was forced down, as the Zora pushed, he wanted to scream, his vision flashed white. Even when he could tell that his body had been split, taking in the Zora, the pain did not subside. It continued to bloom, red and hot. He panted. Mouth parted and face winced in pain throughout the entire interaction. He felt like he was being forced in half, split by the sheer force. He could feel warmth running down his legs, he knew that was blood. His breath became choked as his hands grabbed at the dirt. Mud squishing in between his fingers.

The Zora growled, in want and lust. But there was mockery in his voice too. “You would think the Champion of Hyrule would be stronger. Look at how easily you can fall.” The soldier’s icy words cut straight through him. That was when the first thrust began. The dragging motion sent fire into his belly, he choked on his own air, trying his hardest to keep his voice into nothing but grunts and brief exhales. The movements became faster and harder, getting to the point where he lost all feeling in his lower body. At some point the sensations became numb, he couldn’t tell if it ever felt good.

His body became a ragdoll, dragged and manipulated to fit whatever pleasure the Zora wanted. He lost all track of his own body and its functions. The sensations remained the same. Until finally there was a grunt and he was shoved deep on the Zora for the last time. He could feel the organ pumping into him. The claws dug deeper into his hips. He tried to get comfortable, but everything hurt, itched, or felt slimy.

When the Zora was done, he was dropped onto the ground, discarded in the dirt. There wasn’t anything left to say. His forehead was momentarily caressed, hands lingering over his body for one last moment, before he left. Link closed his eyes, panting, relieved to be dealing with phantoms of the pain, rather than actively experiencing it. It felt like hours that he laid there, until he was able to regain function in his body. From that point on it became an attempt to regain whatever dignity he had left.

Slowly he grabbed his clothes, putting them back on his trembling body. He gripped his stomach, the pain had subsided, replaced by a hollow anguish. He tried to stand up tall, but inevitably fell back. Leaning against a rock, he continued to breathe. Until the nausea hit him. He leaned over and emptied his stomach, disgust driving him to get everything out.

He knew that he still needed to bid his goodbyes to his dear friends, guests who were celebrating with them. But it felt too daunting. So, he decided against it. Instead he pushed himself up again, stumbling forward to the stables. When that became too much, as his legs buckled under the weight of his body, and hands became sore from catching his falls. He called Epona, hearing her thunderous hooves up the trail. She came to his side, and with tedious effort he dragged himself onto her back.

By now he was struggling to remain conscious, “take me home,” he rasped in her ear. Her head perked up and she seemed to snort in understanding. Epona began to move in the direction of the castle, as he leaned against her, fighting for the strength to remain awake.

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Link scrubbed his skin. It had been at least three moon cycles since his encounter, and there was still so much cleaning to be done. He sat on the floor of the bathroom, the steam rising around him. His skin was red and raw. The bath had just been drawn, so it was piping hot.

This had become part of his ritual: scrub his skin until it was inflamed and then bathe. It provided several sensations to the warrior. The biggest is that it helped him feel one step closer to being clean. He took a rag, crafted to be coarse, and rubbed it against his hips for the last time. Healing scars now marked his hips, showing where he had been grabbed and forced down.

A shiver ran up his spine as pain shot through him. He rubbed harder until beads of blood threatened to appear. Only then did he discard the rag and step into the bath. At first, it stung, reminding him of the present. Then he inevitably began to relax. He dunked his head under the water, hair clinging to him as he rose back up.

His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, his fingers gripping the edge of the tub. A small sliver of sunlight filtered in through a narrow window, shining over the floor. He released a hefty sigh and rested his head against the tub’s edge. He tried to focus on relaxing, and not the feeling of exposure. Ever since that night, he had not been able to shake a certain level of awareness and caution.

Every moment, he felt the persistent perception of potential threats. His trust had diminished, and he could no longer bring himself to accept food or any other goods from people. He preferred to make his own meals, and deal only with things he personally acquired. This, accompanied with a vow to never touch alcohol ever again.

He felt more prudish about everything. But above all, there was this knot in his stomach that he felt incapable of resolving by himself. He felt like he was coping fine, yet there was this pressing feeling that he needed to talk to someone. A couple days ago, he might have considered it. However, he didn’t want to risk destroying the carefully crafted persona he had built. Link remained silent for a reason, not that he couldn’t talk, but because his silence was often taken as strength. People found comfort in that.

It had taken years to master the blank expressions and silence that people had come to expect. But this incident could easily shatter that. Link doubted word of it would reach beyond the castle walls, but he didn’t want to deal with the pitying glances or the suggestion that he was weak. His fist balled, his eyes closing for a moment as his brows furrowed. He was angry that he had even been put in this position, his ears echoing the voice of the Zora.

“You would think the Champion of Hyrule would be stronger."

He should have been stronger. What example did he set? A poor one. But the fury was lessened in an instant. He couldn’t hold on to that anger and let it consume him. He relaxed again, his muscles easing into a cycle of tensing and untensing. The rest of the bathing process passed quickly, and he remained in the water until it ran cold.

Stepping out, he did a quick stretch. In the distance, he could hear the sound of footsteps. That did not stop him from jumping when a loud knock echoed on the bathroom door.

“Link?”

It was Zelda. His heart raced for a moment as he scrambled to pull on a fresh pair of clothes. The clutter and chaos followed him, leaving a series of loud bangs.

She knocked again, “are you in there?”

Her voice remained soft and sweet, but carried a note of urgency. He dried his hair, the damp locks falling along his shoulders. Quickly, he swung the door open, maintaining a steady breath. Zelda’s eyes widened for a moment, startled by the abrupt gesture, “I need to speak with you about a potential journey.”

He nodded, stepping out of the room and offering her a chair. The room he stayed in wasn’t immensely spacious, it could fit a bed, a table and some chairs, and a few essentials. It connected with a washroom, which provided him some comfort and privacy. His bed neatly made, was shoved in the corner. Resting over it were plain brown bed sheets and a pillow. Underneath were his gear and supplies, ready for any moment’s notice. He was perpetually, always ready to go.

At the foot of his bed was a bookshelf, where he stored tomes and other literature he deemed useful. On it lingered some old books focusing on battle techniques, history of the kingdom, and a classic story that detailed a story of Hyrule, and the foreshadowing of the Calamity. Beside that was a table with two chairs, a small vase in the center. Occasionally Zelda would place flowers in it. Often the room remained spotless aside from the table, cluttered in fragments and papers from Zelda’s research. Despite her opportunities in her study, she preferred his space. Preferred to be around him. It sat just under a window, so light via sun, moon, and stars could shine down on the wooden table. That being said he still had lighting for the evening.

Zelda sat down, smoothing her dress. “My father is growing concerned,” she began, looking at him, “some say I am not trying hard enough. But I am. I know I am. Regardless. My recent strategy hasn’t been working, my research needs to be more thorough.”

He looked at her face. Her brows were furrowed slightly. For a moment she chewed at her thumb, staring off at the floor. Lost in thought before she reached into her bag. From her satchel she pulled out a map, clipped together with some other paper and scribbles.

“There’s a spring, apparently the statue there is surrounded by a blessed pond. According to some records, during a full moon it can heighten connections to the goddess. I think it would be a good place to try.”

He glanced at the map. It was near Akkala, a day and a half of steady travel if they didn’t encounter any delays. However, the route would have them traveling near Zora's Domain. He was uneasy at the idea of going back to that area so soon.

“There was a specific spring that was mentioned, perhaps there is something I am missing because the details of its location are uncertain,” her face held a line of hope. Link knew there was a burden that she carried.

She was supposed to have made her connection by now, yet there was nothing. The Champions of the Divine Beasts were slowly being announced, and Link had already been determined to be the Champion. She needed something. He crouched and tugged at his travel pack from under the bed. The Sheikah Slate already at his hip. Next came his tunic, sword and shield. His actions signaled readiness. This was a familiar song and dance. Zelda smiled and moved for a hug, he accepted it, hesitantly.

“Thank you.” She pulled away and headed for the door to collect her belongings. “You know…it seems like throughout this whole kingdom, you’re the only one that seems to give me a chance.”

Her words left a pang in his heart. He watched her leave, her white dress flowing behind her. Her body still left a feeling against him. He shivered, pressing a finger into the fleshy part of his palm until the pain drew him away from the sensation. This was what he needed, reminding him of the present. He recollected himself, ensuring that he was prepared, and headed to the stables. Clouds lingered in the sky, and he hoped that weather would permit a swift journey. He worried that heavy rain would trap them in the mountains by Zora's Domain.

His heart quickened at the thought, worried about what they could encounter. He knew that it was unlikely, but his unease persisted. He shook his head. He needed to be strong for this journey, he needed to prove that he could do this. Knot in his stomach and all.

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The two of them sat huddled in the cave. The rain lashed against the cave entrance, the sky splitting with flashes of lightning and the roar of thunder. Link crouched near the fire, coaxing the flames to life as Zelda huddled beneath a blanket, her silhouette shaking in the flickering light.

If alone, Link would take no issue with traveling in these conditions. He and Epona had seen worse. However, traveling up the elevation between Hyrule and Akkala was a risky matter, and he wished minimal harm to the princess.

“Thank you,” she muttered, looking at the flames, extending her hands for warmth, “do you think this weather will let up?”

He checked the slate, the forecast was grim, thunderstorms until morning. He looked at her and shook his head. Defeated, she slumped back, “at this rate, we will get there the second night of the full moon.”

He nodded, understanding that this was not ideal for her. Perhaps they could spend some additional time, the connection may not be as strong, but it could hold potential.

Zelda pulled out her book, it contained all her research, “at least I can read up on its history.” He sat next to her, looking at the reading.

“It’s in a different language. I’ve been translating slowly, but some of these phrases are unknown to me. But I know so far that the location was used as a place to take solace in the goddess. Allowing her comfort disturbed memories. However, I don’t know if that is everything. Again not everything is translated.”

He nodded, “did you want privacy?”

His voice was hoarse, it always was when he didn’t use it in such a long while. She didn’t mind though. Very rarely did it become a big deal when he spoke. She was one of the rare people he felt compelled to speak to. Communication was ideal in some instances.

She shook her head, “perhaps not. I could keep the moment silent, between me and the goddess. But…” she stared at him for a moment, “it’s comforting when you're there.”

He nodded and went back to the fire, before pulling out some food to cook. The aroma of meat slowly filled the space. Zelda continued to read by the firelight, only looking at him every now and then. By the time the meal was done, the sunset could be seen. However the rain still crashed down, hitting the ground with force. The horses huffed in the back, potentially demanding some feed.

Zelda got up and collected some apples from her own sac. Handing it to them as he took the meat off the fire. They both sat across from each other silently looking at the food. Even though he cooked the meal, he still took some time to examine it, making sure nothing could have been tampered with. It was a moment longer before Zelda spoke, “how do you feel about Mipha becoming the handler of Vah Ruta?”

He nodded, “I think she’ll do well. Father aside.” Zelda gave him an amused smile, “oh?”

Link picked at the skewer he made, “I can just imagine him being a little overprotective. That’s all.”

She nodded in understanding, “I think she will be a good beacon of hope in what is to come. And having someone trained with such healing capabilities is paramount.”

He nodded in agreement, it would lighten a load on the battlefield no doubt.

“How was the celebration at Zora's Domain,” she asked. Her inflection casual. Innocent. She had no idea.

He tensed, almost choking on the piece of food he was chewing. His breath felt ragged, he knew it wasn’t. He knew he was just fearing the worst. She was looking at him expectantly. He cleared his throat.

Link attempted to nod. Any words fell dead on his tongue, "it was fine."

“Was it just fine? I heard it was quite a celebration!” She offered merrily. He knew that it had been a harsh point of contention between her and the king. In the early stages she had been given little grace. And at this point Link doubted Zelda would provide it to herself either.

He swallowed hard, gritting his teeth. She was expecting him to say something, “there was dancing. A lot of music.” He imagined those things, imagined hearing them in the moment. Zelda seemed eager to know more, not picking up on his close ended tones. Despite a hint of frustration, he spoke carefully, eyes fixed on the fire. She looked at him a little closer, the corner of her mouth twitched in thought, as if sensing something was being left unsaid.

She attempted to change the topic to something more defined.

“Was the food good, I’ve never had Zora cuisine!” Of course she would be curious about that. Why wouldn’t she be curious about that? He nodded again, “it was fine.”

“And I heard that they make a sweet wine better than most Hyrule ales-“

He stood up, “we need more fire wood.”

That was somewhat true. The flame was dwindling. And they would need something to keep the cinders alive. He had enough in his storage to maintain it for days. But he needed out. She looked at him, worry painted on her face, she paused hesitating in her response, “alright.”

Link couldn't bring himself to look her in the eye or consider what her expression might be. Instead he grabbed his cloak and pulled out an axe. He stepped foot into the rain. The sound amplified when not protected by the stone. The road was nothing more than thick mud under his boot. From the distance he could make out some trees.

The storm swallowed him whole the moment he stepped outside. Rain hammering against his cloak, heavy and unrelenting as he trudged through the mud. Each step sucked at his boots, slowing him, dragging him down. The rhythmic pounding of rain merged with the roaring in his ears, drowning out any coherent thought he might have had. He tightened his grip on the axe handle, his knuckles white as he reached the nearest tree.

The first swing was relentless, the blade biting deep into the trunk with a wet crack. His breaths came in ragged gasps, each one sharper than the last. Another swing, harder this time, it sent splitters flying into the air. He didn’t stop. The axe struck again, and again, until the first tree groaned and toppled. Its crash was lost in the thunder. He moved to a second tree, bracing himself.

For a moment, the idea of telling her crossed his mind. But he violently rejected that idea. He could not tell anyone. No one could know. He was fine. He had to be fine.

The rain stung his skin, seeping through his tunic until it clung to him like a second icy layer. Each swing of the axe sent a jolt through his arms, the vibration echoing the erratic thrum of his heartbeat. Splinters flew, the sharp scent of damp wood mingling with the metallic tang of his own panic.

He collected each bundle. It wasn’t even good. It was soaked and would not maintain the fire. It was a good thing this was not the kindling he would actually use. His boots were soaked, everything wet. He shivered in the cold. Before he leaned against another wooden oak, its massive leaves branching above him, preventing some water from drenching him even more. They were close to Zora's Domain. He could almost see the road to the kingdom. He swallowed again, panting.

Link doubled over, his hands braced against his knees. Rain dripped from his hair, blurring his vision as he squeezed his eyes shut. But the memories still clawed their way in. The wine. The hands. The voice. He wanted to scream, to tear the thoughts from his mind, but the sound caught in his throat, leaving only a strangled silence. What if she found out? His chest tightened in anxiety. His breathing grew even more heavy and rapid. He needed to control himself. He slammed a fist against a tree’s jagged stump. The pain was sharp.

Seconds seemed to stretch into minutes. Each breath like a razor going down his throat. He tried his hardest to lock it down, compress it into a tight ball so that he could face Zelda. Slowly, his breaths began to steady. He wiped his face with a trembling hand, shivering in the cold as he forced himself upright. Stomaching anything that threatened to burst. He had to get back. He had to keep going. Zelda was waiting.

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Zelda tapped her foot anxiously against the stone. The fire was dwindling, at this point she was using torn up pages of her writings to keep some warmth in the space. Every now and then she looked outside, but the rain was too heavy, and combined with the surface of the cave opening, it fell like a heavy waterfall.

There was little she could make out or hear. Now all she could do was think. Link had left so abruptly; she wondered if she had done something to anger him. She rested her head on one of her palms, looking back at the fire.

She was nervous. Months of attempted connections had led to pitiful failures. Even with the support of the occasional friend, she knew that another failure would lead to a tense dinner with her father, a lecture of her duties, and an increase in pressure.

With what little light was left she went back to the secret spring. She was attempting to get a better idea of where it would specifically be located, with hope to make it easier for Link to find it.

Speaking of the Champion, she watched as he walked through the entrance. He was soaked to the bone and offered her an apologetic glance. Despite his stoic nature, Zelda could give credit to him, he could be expressive when he wanted to. He always got his point across. She waited until he had some more dry kindle and stoked the fire.

The expression she received was stoic, whatever he was thinking he did not make it known. She closed her book and set it off to the side, heading to the horse to grab her bed roll, “Will it still be drizzling in the morning?” Link shook his head, assuring her of a better day tomorrow. She pulled out the bedroll and laid it flat. The cushiony fur served as a nice break from cold stone.

She still wished to check in with her friend, “By the way the meal was very nice this evening.”
He nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Do you think when this is all done we can prepare a voyage to Rito Village? I think that is where the last Champion will be determined.” Another quick agreement as he set out his own bedroll, each movement causing a squelch of water from his boots.

He laid out his bedroll in a similar fashion to hers, closer to the cave entrance though. However, he made no motion to go to sleep. This was usually how it went. At night, he would stay on guard, and when they reached their destination he usually requested a brief nap.

“Has everything been treating you well,” she asked, snuggling into the comfort of her own roll. Her eyes grew heavy. Link looked back at her and nodded. She asked the question rather gently, watching him carefully. His gaze was fixed on the distant firelight, but the tired shadows under his eyes and slight tremor in his hand had her questioning the response.

However, she did not wish to press him, she didn’t want to make him uncomfortable either. She rested her head and closed her eyes, letting the rain lull her to sleep. But just as quickly as she closed her eyes, she felt like she was getting up all over again.

The rain had stopped, and Link still remained awake, head resting against the rock wall of the cave. She could hear birds chirping as she stretched, yawning as she prepared for the new day. Link was up and moving too now, extinguishing the fire with his boot, and preparing the horses.

It was a quiet morning, as it often was. Breakfast was skipped in favor of a swift journey. They did not share a word with each other, only moving forward towards the road, steeds being guided by the reins. She was the first to get on, with Link ensuring that she did not fall. She always appreciated his care. Sometimes, it bordered on hovering, though. After they both were mounted, it was time to get back to the trail.

She was first, she had the map, and Link favored being able to survey from behind. The trail moved upward, higher into the mountains. During their travels a couple Zora and simple traders passed by. She always gave a wave to those they encountered.

The morning sun slowly rose higher and higher, its uninterrupted rays beating down on them. The temperature rose, but a cool wind made everything manageable. Zelda had always loved this region. If she ever could, she would love to do some casual research in the area. The colors that adorned the landscape always made her feel warm. And the nature was so vibrant it was hard not to stare. Slowly the amount of travelers grew thin, they crossed over tedious bridges and rolled through valleys.

By the time she saw the smoke in the distance, the sun had begun to set, and a sunset was just beginning to make its cameo. She ushered Storm forward at a more brisk pace, forcing Link and Epona to keep up. The stable was a sight for sore eyes.

She could hear a gentle music play as travelers relaxed on stools inside. The two of them tethered their horses, and as usual, Link waited for her to determine the best course of action. She wouldn’t lie and say she took no pleasure in being in control of the journey. It felt so different and free than back at home.

“I’m thinking we have enough time for a quick rest. If you’d like we could stay here or find the cave system. Apparently the entrance is hidden in Bloodleaf lake.” She waited for Link to give her an indicator of preference. However, just by looking at the bags under his eyes, she considered it best to take a quick rest at the stables.

Link rarely paid for a bed, instead he favored leaning against a hay barrel and dozing off. She sat right beside him. It took mere seconds for him to fall asleep. She smiled slightly. Being this close to him, it was easy to look at the features that wouldn’t be caught from a far. The way each hair fell into place, and the gentle expression he held when he dozed. The slight splattering of freckles on his cheeks.

In some ways, he looked like a different person when he slept, like the worries and pressure went away for a moment. When that happened it was like Link was just another Hylian on an adventure with her. Not some Champion who carried the weight of a world on his shoulders. He moved for a moment, getting more comfortable in his position. She sat back, forgetting how close she got.

Her heartbeat a little bit quicker. Her cheeks flushed slightly. She had heard rumors in the castle, harmless gossip between maids and service workers. Some people thought that the two of them were fated to end up together. She toyed with the possibility of what her feelings for him truly were. She imagined resting her head on his shoulder, cuddling together at night.

In many ways it sounded nice, overcoming Gannon, and having a happily ever after. But she couldn’t yet determine if those were her own feelings or the projections of others. Still, the idea could be considered a fruitless fantasy. Link had always been by her side, even before he was announced as the Champion. He had been her faithful knight beforehand. But from that point, it was hard for her to see what part of their relationship was genuine, and which part of it was solely part of his obligation.

There was a pot in front of them, a fire simmering beneath it. There were bits of food that remained at the bottom of it. They crisped and crackled as time passed. Until the sun was moments from sinking under the horizon.

She looked over at Link again, expecting him to still be peacefully sleeping. Instead the other had a furrowed expression. Eyes darting left and right under his eyelids. Occasionally too, he would give a small twitch.

“Link?”

He did not wake up. Instead his expressions grew more stretched, she called for him again. However, he registered nothing. Her heartbeat quickened, startled to see him looking so vulnerable. This time she placed her hand on his shoulder, shaking him awake. The Hylian jolted, a sharp breath leaving him at the motion. For a moment, he quickly looked around, locking eyes with hers.

“Are you okay,” she asked softly. His breathing grew lighter, and he nodded. She looked at him hesitantly. He grabbed her hand and squeezed it softly, before getting up to finish the journey. He offered her a hand, which she took. They both managed themselves upright, “is there anything we need before we head to the spring?”

Link considered for a moment, before shaking his head, “it would be best to travel on foot.” It was short and more of a statement rather than a suggestion. It was her turn to silently nod, letting the other lead the way this time.

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To say he was in a bad mood would have been an understatement. He was tired, a little hungry, but worst of all he had had that dream in front of Zelda. If he were to properly pinpoint any emotion contributing to his frustration, it would have been embarrassment. This was the first journey that he and Zelda had gone on since that night. And he thought he could keep it together. For all intensive purposes, he had to.

There was enough light where he could lead them both over the hills. Together, they trudged through the grass, watching as the evening came to life. Small firebugs rose from the grass, floating around them, adding a soft glow to the trees. He looked over his shoulder to make sure the princess was alright. She had a little smile as she watched the bugs, their gleams reflected in her eyes.

He knew that there were moblins in the area, which kept him slightly on edge. Bloodleaf Lake had limited coverage if they needed to escape. They made their way over a quick hill and only a moment later the lake was in view. There were a couple little houses, smoke rising from the chimneys.

Zelda pulled out one of her maps, looking it over intensely, “I believe that we should be looking under the bridge. It will either be a cave opening, or an opening under the water.”

He nodded in understanding as they cautiously made their way around the shore, his eyes darting to the cliff sides, ensuring that there was nothing hiding or waiting to ambush. The bridge casted a lengthy shadow as they approached it, almost making it look mangled in the evening. However, it was apparent that there were no obvious cave openings.

Zelda frowned, looking at the side of the walls, hands brushing over the stone. “Is it potentially underneath?”

She looked at him hopefully. “Wait here,” he noted, doing one last check for any dangers in the area. Zelda nodded and stepped back as he dove into the water. For a moment Link felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. He felt around, hands scraping the rocks along the shore. A gentle current moved him slightly, but he kept feeling around until he found a slight gap. It was small, but it could easily fit a person. He rose up for a large breath of air. Zelda was waiting by the shore, “do you see anything?”

“I think so, I’m going back to check.”

Submerging himself again, he found the crack and slipped through it. He swam through the tunnel, fumbling for an end. Eventually, the path jutted up. He pushed himself in that direction, emerging in a large cavern. Murals were painted on the wall, and there seemed to be a goddess statue with a pool located in front of it. He nodded in satisfaction and dove through the tunnel, popping up again moments later.

“Found it!”

Zelda nodded excitedly, before clasping her bag tight to avoid water seeping through the treated fabric. She slowly began to enter the lake. He waited for her to ease into the water before grabbing her hand leading her through the tunnel. He made sure that she was behind him the entire time, he felt her hand squeeze his own. Moments later they emerged in the cavern once more.

Immediately, Zelda climbed out, taking the Sheikah slate from him and snapping photos, “this is amazing,” she breathed. He nodded as he followed her out of the water, squeezing his pony tail of accumulated moisture. He looked at the statue, the stone eyes stared through him. It felt eerie.

After snapping her photos and compiling the information she wanted, Zelda set her things to the side and pulled out her white gown. It was an heirloom, something meant for her role in the upcoming Calamity. He turned away covering his eyes as he listened to the rustling of fabric as she changed.

Now adorned in the fine silk, her hands lingered against the wall one more time. “To think how old this could date back to,” she whispered, staring in awe at the discovery. She was right. Link thought of what could have been, was the chamber always a secret? Or had it been a communal place of worship?

He settled himself on the other side of the room, watching as she got into the pool, head bowed in silence. He rested his head back against the wall, watching her, and the exit. All that could be heard was the water moving around the princess and his quiet breathing. It was then, when he noticed a small hole in the roof of the cave. Just wide enough to let the faint glow of the moonlight on a small spot of the pool.

Silence settled over everything. He continued to stare at her. Gaze shifting over her shoulders and long blonde hair. For a moment, she turned to him, his eyes quickly averted, cheeks becoming a little flushed. He was embarrassed that she had caught him staring. He admired her, and he wouldn’t deny her beauty. And yet, he didn’t know if his heart could love anyone like that. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a crush, or been in any relationship. But the longer they journeyed together, the more he considered the possibility that there could be something.

Moments ticked by, until he noticed that the pool was starting to glow. Zelda, eyes scrunched in concentration, did not notice. He sat up a little straighter. But his head started to grow dizzy, vision flashing white. Until his vision turned entirely blank.

When he took a gasp of fresh air, he found himself standing in a garden. A fountain in the distance, corners of the land faded white. Confused, he stepped forward. Where was Zelda? Where was he? He reached for his sword, it wasn’t there.

“Link.”

The soft voice boomed through the space. He looked around, confused about the source. Suddenly, another flash of light, and a figure stood in front of him. She looked like Zelda, but the aura she posed told him that it was not her. She looked straight at him, gesturing a hand forward. Link felt like he knew her, like an old friend. He followed the gesture to sit on a stone bench, faced in front of a fountain, with light causing rainbows to shine in its mist. He watched her carefully, her hair long and almost floating in its own space. She adorned the same white dress that Zelda wore. Some idea lingered in the back of his mind.

She stood in front of him, light radiating from her, it was pleasant, but filled him with unease. When she spoke, her voice rumbled the world, rattling inside of his chest.

“Champion of Hyrule,” her voice commanding, but soft, “you have carried a burden far heavier than any Hylian should bear. You silence and solitude…it has served you well in battle.” She bowed her head, as if expressing some form of gratitude. He shifted uneasily, this felt like something Zelda should be experiencing, not him.

Her eyes flashed a clear green, cutting through him, “but now it has become a chain that binds your spirit. You are not a machine of war, Link. You are still a man, and men are not meant to stand alone. Even the most adorned warriors in history must lean on those who walk beside them. Draw from them, and find aid in them when challenges arise.”

The scene melted away, he was standing on water now, a breeze blowing past them. It smelled like a certain flower, though he could not remember from where. The goddesses' reflection was clear in the water. It was Zelda, looking back at him.

“Do you not see her? The princess who walks this path with you? Zelda carries a burden as great as your own, though it takes a different form. Her power stirs, restless, hungry. But it remains locked behind a wall of doubt and fear. It is in a cage, one that cannot be easily broken. She is closer now, closer than ever, but she cannot reach it on her own.”

The breeze grew stronger, splashing some of the water onto his body, her voice rang even louder than before, full of power, “Do you understand what this means? You are not merely her protector, her sword. You are the light that guides her through the shadows of her heart. Just as her presence sustains you, your connection will allow her to break free of the doubts that have bound her for so long.”

A shadow covered the scenery, he looked up at the clouds as they lazily rolled by,
"The path before you will not grow easier. Darkness will test every part of who you are. But it is through connection, through vulnerability, that both of you will grow stronger. You must grow stronger. Speak to her Champion. Let her see your wounds, your doubts, your fears.”

She stepped closer to him, resting a hand on his shoulder, voice soft once more, “For they do not diminish you; they make you human. And in that humanity lies the power to overcome. Zelda is near the brink of awakening, but she needs you to reach out. To show her that the bond between you is more than duty. It is trust, strength, and it is love. Whether spoken or unspoken. Only together can you face what lies ahead, for her power and your courage are the halves of the same whole.”

Once more there was distance between them. It all spun to a field. Long grass stagnant. The castle in the distant background, “You must remember, Link. This battle is not yours alone. It never was. Share your burden, and you will not find weakness, but strength. And through that strength, you will help her embrace the power that lies within. The bond you forge now may very well be the key to defeating the Calamity.”

The goddess turned away, looking out at the world around them. It was beautiful, Link swore an oath to protect it. She spoke again “do not fear the connection between you. It is not a distraction, it is your greatest weapon. Just as the princess has long believed in you, you must believe in her and the bond you share.”

Her body faded away, and so did the vision. He opened his eyes, the scene dark and damp in front of him. He let out a sharp breath, looking around, making sure he did not miss anything. Zelda was turned to face him, her breathing heavy, body looking slightly weak. He watched her waver, he was by her side in an instant. Splashing through the pool to catch her before she fully fell.

He caught her, weight heavy in his arms. Despite the sudden weakness, she was still awake, looking at him with wide eyes, “I felt her.” She whispered. Voice dripping with disbelief.

It took her a moment to regain her energy, “I felt her!” She jumped up, tears running down her face for a moment, “Link I-” She lunged forward hugging him, softly sobbing into his shoulder. He stood there for a moment, stunned at the motion. Before he hugged her back. Offering what he could to her. But the words of the goddess lingered in his mind. It hung heavy on him. But for the moment he was there for her.

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Leaving the spring was an emotional moment to say the least. Both were drained as they worked their way up the hill and down to the stable. The light emitted from the refuge warmed the atmosphere around it. They trudged through the wilderness until they could finally settle inside. Zelda taking up a bed as he rested beside it. Throughout the journey, Zelda had been glowing, excitement and pride radiating from her.

He watched as she snuggled under the covers. The occasional traveler looked at the scene in puzzlement, but moved on with a single stare from him. He chewed on his lower lip. He was happy for her, truly. He wanted her to grow in that connection. Yet, if what the goddess had said was true, it would require him to open up.

The keeper of the stable gave him a stool to keep watch over, and his leg bounced up and down, betraying the nerves he felt. He forced himself to still it, though his mind was anything but calm. If he opened that door, he risked whatever pride he had left. She might think him weak, incapable of fulfilling his duties. He swallowed thickly, wanting to believe in her words but feeling as though the stakes were far too high.

He needed to be her knight, a rock for her to rely on. Introducing this vulnerability into their dynamic could shatter that. As he continued to chew on his bottom lip, another wave of fear washed over him.

Eventually, his restlessness drove him to move. He decided to make breakfast, retrieving the last of the herbs and stored meat from his bag. After cleaning the cooking pot, he ensured the fire was hot enough and began searing the meat, turning it with the stick.The aroma filled the air, causing his own stomach to growl. He removed the meat from the hot surface before pouring water into the pot, boiled it, and added herbs and roots. Once they were softened he drained the water, stirred in some butter and returned the meat for a final sear.

By the time he finished, Zelda emerged as if drawn by the smell of food. He cut her a plate, setting his portion aside, and cracked two additional eggs to scramble quickly, handing them to her as soon as they were done.
She groggily ate her food, offering a smile to him as she woke up a little bit more, “it tastes very good!”

He graciously accepted the compliment, finishing his plate cautiously, “I believe it will be best to stop at the castle for provisions before we head to Rito Village.” She nodded in agreement, “it would be nice to get warmer clothing. And perhaps I will have heard back from Lady Urbosa, and Sir Daruk.”

“Have you not heard back from them?”

She shook her head, “but it could be that the mail is still traveling.”

Satisfied with their plan, they finished their meal and began their preparations. The journey back to the castle was hasty, with no time to stop. The pleasant weather made travel easier, and the roads were mercifully clear of monsters. A quick camp in the evening and by the time they arrived, it was midday. Link took the liberty of delivering the horses to the stable.

Curiosity and function brought him to the barracks. For a moment, he was distracted by the ongoing training. Among the crowd he noticed the Zora troops, the mixture of Hylian and Zora soldiers training together. A long while ago he had heard murmurings that forces from the neighboring domain would join Hyrule’s troops to improve cohesion in preparation for the Calamity. He scanned the group, before he felt his body stiffen. One of the Zora soldiers was staring right at him. His jaw tightened, breath thin. He wanted to look away, but self preservation forced him to make direct eye contact. Those red eyes. He recognized that face. He started to feel a weight in his chest grow.

“Hi!”

His head snapped to the voice, Mipha was smiling at him, walking in his direction, “Link, it is so good to see you!” He tried to smile. The cheerful voice cutting through his spiraling thoughts. He managed a small strangled grin. She came in for a hug. His skin crawled at the sensation of scales against his own.

“How are you?”

His expression remained unreadable. She looked around at the troops, “impressive isn’t it? We had an influx of new troops, I think we’ve been able to give them hope.”

Link could not argue with that. Spirits were high, and morale seemed strong. Mipha looked on, pleased at the display, before an idea seemingly popped into her head.

“By the way. Are you alright? Last time I saw you you looked very ill!”

Link gave a short curt nod, expressing his appreciation for her worry. However, he was unwilling to share the details. Mipha’s smile didn’t waver , “then I am glad you are doing well. My brother, he keeps mentioning you. I suspect that he holds you in a quiet an admirable position.”

Just then Zelda stepped foot onto the field, “I was looking for you both!” She came over and gave Mipha a tight hug, “when I heard about the troops, I was hoping you would come down.” She had letters in her hand, wax seal broken, clearly they had been read. She turned to both of them, her eyes alight with excitement, “I have great news, Sir Daruk and Lady Urbosa accepted their titles. They are on their way as we speak!”

Mipha gasped, a smile breaking onto her face, “that’s wonderful! Will we have a console meeting then?”

Zelda nodded, “that is what I was hoping to talk to you about. Link and I must go to determine the Rito Champion. They will be the last selected Champion. However, I was wondering if perhaps we could delay the journey until the other Champions meet us? That way we could all travel together, get used to one another.”

Link shifted slightly, he did not like the idea of staying so close to a particular Zora within the recently conjoined army. He had hoped that they could have departed tomorrow. However, he still knew his obligations in the scheme of preparations. He nodded, and Mipha offered a similar motion, “I think that will be quite alright. My father sent me here as long as I’m needed.”

Zelda smiled, letting out a slight squeal at the plans, “perfect, then I shall ask the chef to prepare dinner for the evening. I suspect our Champions will be arriving within the next couple days.”

Mipha nodded, “I can’t wait to meet them. And if you are proposing dinner, I know a couple classic Zora dishes, if you don’t mind an additional request?”

“Of course,” Zelda offered, “I was particularly sad I was unable to try anything at your celebration.”

Mipha nodded, “then it shall be a perfect meal.”

He watched the two walk away, talking about meal and travel preparations. He was glad that the two got along. Unfortunately for him he had unfinished business. He needed a grinding stone, and the best ones were usually kept at the training grounds.

As he made his way through the grounds, he felt stares on his back and heard whispers. He had grown used to it. Weaving between the buildings, he searched for the shed where the materials were kept. But the feeling of being watched clung to him, heavier with every step. He thought he caught a glimpse of a Zora in his peripheral vision and hastened his stride, his fists clenching and unclenching. Whenever he felt cornered, his instincts told him to fight. And this time, he felt a subtle confidence.

Reaching the shed, he greeted the keeper briefly. It wasn’t unusual for him to visit; the materials there were of unmatched quality. His request for a new grinding stone was expected. While the keeper attempted to engage him in small talk, Link’s senses were focused elsewhere. Collecting the stone, and some additional supplies like rope. He ducked into an alley between two barrack houses and pressed himself against the wall, listening for footsteps.

From the slit between the two buildings, Link saw the Zora stop, scanning the area with narrowed red eyes. He felt his stomach churn, the memory of those eyes bearing down on him all too vivid. The Zora began to move toward the alley, his predatory gait hidden by the bustle of soldiers and knights around them. Link pressed himself to the wall, every nerve on edge.

The moment the Zora passed into the narrow space, Link moved. Throwing his weight forward, his kick connected solidly with the soldier’s back. For a moment the Zora stumbled forward, grunting in pain, but Link was on him before he could react. He twisted the soldier’s arms behind his back, forcing him to the ground with a strength the Zora didn’t expect.

“You’re not helpless anymore,” the Zora hissed, a cruel grin tugging at his sharp features despite the pain, “almost impressive.”

“Why are you following me?” Link’s voice was low and cold, every ounce of his composure hiding the storm inside of him.

The Zora chuckled darkly, “why wouldn’t I? After all, you and I share…history.” His gills flared, his crimson gaze burning into Link’s, “and history always has a way of repeating itself.”

Link’s grip tightened on the Zora’s wrists, his knuckles slowly turning white from the strength he was placing in his grip, “I won’t ask again.”

This time the soldier bared his teeth, his voice dripping with venom. “I wanted to see what kind of Champion you’d become. And honestly, even now it’s still laughable. They talk so highly of you, you know. But back then you couldn’t even stand up to me…and yet they expect you to save a kingdom?”

His jaw clenched, but he remained steady in whatever resolve he was drawing upon, “you have no right to speak to me about strength.” He didn't want the soldier to know the rise he was getting out of him. He was desperately holding in his panic.

The Zora’s grin widened, twisted and taunting, “Strength? It was never about strength, Hylian. I wasn’t testing you body back then. I was testing your will. And you broke, snapped like a brittle twig. You think putting on a tunic and wielding some mystic sword will change that?”

Link leaned closer, voice low and threatening, “I am not the same person you preyed on.” He said that, hoping that he would believe those words as well.

“Oh but you are,” the Zora hissed, bucking against his hold. For a moment, he almost managed to break free. Link slammed him down again, harder this time.

“You are still that scared Hylian pretending to be the Champion. And when the Calamity comes, when everything crumbles, that fear is going to consume you. You will doom us all. Fail this kingdom like you failed yourself that night.”

The words cut sharp into him. But he couldn’t let the other see him flinch. He pressed his knee into his back harder, voice firm with an unshakable resolve, “those scars will heal. Your abuse will not define me.” The tremor raged through his body.

The Zora sneered, his breath coming in ragged gasps, “and yet here you are trembling like a leaf.”

His expression darkened, his grip like iron, “I am not trembling because of fear. I am trembling because I am resisting the urge to end you here and now.” For the first time since the encounter the Zora’s grin faltered, his confidence cracking.

His voice became a deadly whisper, “Stay away from me. If I see you again, you will not leave with your honor intact. Or your life.”

With that he released the soldier with a shove, standing tall as the Zora scramble to his feet. The earlier bravado extinguished. For a moment, the soldier hesitated, as if considering one last jab. But the look in his eyes stopped him cold. Link would not let any emotion betray him in this moment.

The Zora slowly got up, “this isn’t over,” he hissed, spitting right at his feet. Link let his hand fall on the hilt of his sword, flexing his fingers over it instinctively. Despite this, he watched the Zora’s retreating figure become a shadow swallowed by the crowd of troops.

When he was certain that he was gone. He exhaled slowly, his fists unclenching as he willed the trembling in his body to subside. He leaned against the side of the wall collapsing in exhaustion. The tremor of anger had been replaced with a new shaking, he couldn’t ease it in the moment.

It felt like he had tackled something bigger than life, and yet, there was a hollow feeling in his stomach. He may have gotten his problem to avoid him. Proved his will, but it did not heal the part of him that was shattered. Link knew it would come with time, he had to hope that with time it would heal.

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Zelda sat at the table as a soldier entered the hall. The structure was large and lavish. Long, beautiful windows rested high above, some of them were made of light stained glass, just dark enough to taint the light's natural color into shades of glittering pastels. The stone walls were adorned with paintings, weaponry, banners, and displays of wealth and harmony from the domains of Hyrule.

The dark oak floors were covered in deep red carpets, the mighty oak table long and made to seat multiple people. Zelda had fond memories of the hall. During large celebrations she remembered running around under the tables and hiding behind the display. Often, it had been Mipha who accompanied her.

The two princesses would run around, humoring each other in the flickering lights. Those were some of the fondest memories she had as a child. Even during her youth, much of her time had been forced into devotion to unlocking her powers. There had rarely been time for play, or to be a child. She was raised to be regal and dedicated.

However, during those celebratory nights or fancy dinners. Her father had allowed her the time to act like her age, to be young and carefree from the burdens of the world. Just for a moment.

Even with the grandeur of the hall Mipha and Zelda sat close to the end of the large table, giggling and laughing like schoolgirls. It had been a long time since they had the opportunity to spend time together, and there was much to catch up on. The chefs were in the kitchen preparing a lavish meal. They were expecting Link to join them at some point, as was often the case, the Champion was off doing his stoic side tangents. Despite how frequently Zelda saw him, she could rarely determine where he was or what he was doing.

Their voices barely carried in the hall, giving the room a sense of stillness outside of the two.

“How are you doing,” Mipha asked, reaching for Zelda’s hand. She gave her a giddy smile and added, “I was able to get a connection!” They squealed with excitement, clasping each other’s hands.

“Link and I found a secret spring,” Zelda said. “It was amazing, Mipha. I’d love to show it to you at some point. It felt so ancient and sacred.”

“That’s incredible, Zelda,” Mipha replied, her eyes gleaming with delight.

“I know!” Zelda explained, “I finally felt her for a fleeting moment. I think I now know what I’m looking for. I’m certain it will be useful later on this journey.” She leaned back in her chair, hesitating before adding, “Can I be honest with you about something?”

Mipha nodded, “of course, you’re my dearest friend.”

That was true. Due to their royal status, the two princesses had spent a considerate amount of time growing up. Mipha had been her first friend outside of Link, and that bond had become something she cherished deeply.

“Do you think Link is holding something back?”

The question tumbled out, catching even Zelda by surprise. Mipha looked puzzled, mouth twisting slightly, “what do you mean?”

Zelda bit her lip, “I just feel like he's keeping something from me. Or like maybe we should be more…open with each other. Do I sound insane?” The nightmares, his absences, and his intense reserved nature, it all felt like evidence of something deeper. They were all traits she felt like were obvious signs that Link was keeping something from her. It didn’t help that with the awakened powers she had begun to feel this pull. She could only describe it as something that compelled her to draw the truth.

Mipha’s usual soft voice was unexpectedly loud as she blurted, “No!” She blinked, quickly elaborating. “It makes sense. You’re both playing such crucial roles in this plan. Of course, you’d want to draw strength from each other.” Her words carried, a hint of dejection lingered in her tone.

Mipha’s lip jutted slightly, her eyes drifting away as if she were suppressing a thought. Zelda studied her friend’s expression, “what’s wrong?”

“What?”

“Somethings wrong, the way you just said it!” Mipha flushed at her pressing and the realization clicked. The glances, the hesitation, the subtle admiration she held for Link. Zelda’s mouth parted into an ‘O’ shape, and she exclaimed, “you like him don’t you!”

Mipha’s cheeks turned a deeper shape of red, “no!” she protested.

“You totally do!” She exclaimed with a smile breaking on her face. Mipha huffed, embarrassed to be found out so bluntly, “and you don’t?”

Zelda’s laughter faltered, her own cheeks flushing, “I…don’t know.” Mipha gave her a curious look, prompting her to continue, “I mean, I think he can be attractive. I know what people expect. Believe me, there are enough rumors about us. What if the connection I crave is the bond of a friend and not a lover?”

Mipha nodded in understanding, “there are many voices around your relationship, but I think you should follow your heart.”

“Maybe I’ll just have to wait and see,” Zelda said, a small smile returning to her face.

The conversation shifted naturally, moving from serious topics to old memories and lighthearted gossip. It was nice for both of them, the weight of responsibility slowly shifting off their shoulders for a little moment longer.

Moments later, the doors swung open and food began to be brought out. Zelda’s face lit up at the sight of the lavish spread. Some of the dishes were familiar, while others were entirely new to her. There was a wide assortment of delicacies that caught her eye.

“All of this looks wonderful!” she exclaimed.

A courier entered the hall shortly after, his large mustache flapping at each step he took, “a message from Master Link,” he announced. “He will be unable to accompany you both for dinner. He sends his apologies.”

Zelda shifted uncomfortably at the news. Worry pricked at her mind. Was he not feeling well? It wasn’t like him to miss a meal, especially one he’d been invited to. Her stomach churned slightly at the thought.

Mipha frowned, “I hope he’s alright. This is the second time this has happened.”

Zelda looked at her friend in confusion, “what do you mean?”

“You don’t know?” Mipha waited until the staff left, then lowered her voice to a soft whisper. “At the celebration Link left early, he said he didn’t feel well. But he never said goodbye, he just disappeared.”

Zelda nodded slowly, “he didn’t tell me that. Do you know what was wrong?”

“I wish I did,” Mipha admitted, “he never mentioned anything else. Even when I asked. Maybe he just wasn’t feeling well?”

Zelda frowned at the thought, “that’s odd…” She trailed off, considering whether to share more. Ultimately, she decided against it. Link wouldn’t want his turmoil discussed, especially with someone who admired him as much as Mipha did.

“Never mind that,” Zelda said with a forced smile, waving her hand dismissively, “hopefully, he’ll feel better soon.”

Mipha seemed to accept the explanation and gestured toward the food, plating some pickled fish and garnish onto Zelda’s plate. “I agree. There will be time for discussion and worry later. For now, let’s enjoy this feast. Try this, it’s a Zora delicacy.”

By the end of the meal, both of them were stuffed. Zelda couldn’t remember the last time she had been so satisfied after a meal. It wasn’t much longer until Mipha excused herself, indicating that she wished to rest after a filling meal and long journey. Zelda didn’t stop her, instead escorting the Zora princess to her guest chamber.

After bidding each other good night, Zelda found herself standing alone in a warmly lit hallway. The evening had grown darker. She considered retiring for the night and handling her formal duties in the morning.

She walked to her night chamber and began the process of preparing for bed. Though the evening had ended on a pleasant note, she couldn’t shake the persistent feeling of unease. Brushing out her hair at the vanity gave her time to reflect.

Her thoughts wandered to the journey she and Lnk had undertaken most recently. The barrier that seemed to be raised in between the two. At first it had not been something so severe that it required concern. But after connecting with Hylia for that brief flickering moment, it felt like she was calling for her to address the problem.

Zelda moved from her vanity to her bed, pulling out a book, mindlessly flipping through the pages until she found her bookmark. There would be a time for discussion, but it would have to wait. She looked outside her window, wondering where her friend was, worrying about what the future might bring. Unease settled in her stomach. It felt like there was a storm brewing outside of the Calamity itself. She prayed to the goddess that she would be strong enough to handle it.

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Link washed his hands, scrubbing them raw with the coarse washcloth. His skin burned as if the sensation of touching the Zora had seared into him. He could still feel the scales digging into the flesh of his palm and the waxy residue trapped beneath his fingernails.

His teeth clenched as he stared out the window in his washroom. His breathing felt labored, uneven. Where had his confidence come from today? Link was beginning to think that it was nothing more than self preservation. The lump in his throat didn’t ease with time, it only thickened, threatening to choke him as the memories clawed their way back to the surface.

Frustration gnawed at him. He was angry, angry that this had resolved nothing. The image of the Zora lingered in his mind, retreating but not defeated. He was still out there. Link could not shake the helplessness that had wrapped around him like chains. Fear and weakness whispered in his ear, cruel reminders of his failures.

He scrubbed harder, almost mindlessly, until the sting of the washcloth threatened to peel a layer of skin from his hands. He stopped himself short. He was a soldier. His hands were as much a weapon as his blade.

Stepping out of the room, he carefully placed his belongings in their respective places. Originally they had been thrown to the side in haste. The blind panic that had consumed him earlier had eased now, leaving behind only the fragmented pieces of himself. The room was still, but his thoughts remained restless. By now, the sun had long disappeared beyond the horizon. His stomach grumbled, a sharp reminder of his neglect. He had intended to join Mipha and Zelda for dinner, but the thought of facing them, of meeting their eyes, had been unbearable. A hastily written message excusing himself was all he had managed to send.

Now, the hunger chewed at him again, but Link feared that any food he consumed would be lost to his nerves. Carefully, he removed his clothes, hanging them with the same precision he had lacked earlier. As he moved, the flickering light from the lantern caught the scars on his hips. He froze for a moment, shivering as a chill settled over him. He climbed into bed, pulling the blankets tight around himself. The warmth offered a fleeting comfort. Reaching over, he extinguished the light.

For a moment, smoke lingered in the room. It curled into the shadows that seemed to stretch toward him before dissolving into nothing. Link closed his eyes, willing himself to sleep.

Grass brushed against his back.

Link’s eyes snapped open, and he tried to sit up, but something held him down. Claws. Large, sharp claws dug into his hip. He wanted to scream, but his throat refused to obey. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t speak.

Pain shot through him, and he craned his neck, searching frantically for help. His eyes landed on Zelda. She was standing there, just out of reach, her gaze locked on him.

“Please,” he choked, his voice breaking. He didn’t know what he was asking for, help? Understanding? Anything. But Zelda didn’t move. Her lips curled into a sneer, disgust twisting on her face.

Behind her, Mipha emerged, distorted and feral, her eyes gleaming with something unrecognizable. The Zora’s claws pressed harder as the nightmare warped and shifted. Link was being lifted now, hoisted into the air, his shame exposed for all to see.

The walls of rock melted away, replaced by a crowd of people. Familiar faces. The whispers began softly, then grew louder, more vicious.

"How can he be a hero of Hyrule?”

“Couldn’t even defend himself.”

“Even when he tries to be strong, he’s still weak.”

The Zora’s voice rumbled in his ear, low and mocking. “What are you going to do about it? Everything you do is just a bluff. At your core, you’re still as pathetic as that night.”

The crowd roared with laughter. Their faces blurred together, but the disgust in their eyes burned into his skin. Link looked for Zelda again, desperate, but her expression remained cold.

“How could I ever have trusted you.”

Link shot up, his chest heaved as he gasped for air. Sweat clung to his skin, and his eyes darted around the room, searching for shadows on the walls. He scanned the room, his heart pounding, until he was certain he was alone.

He remained there, sitting up right, letting his head hang as he listened to his own ragged breathing. It only lasted for a moment before the rigidness of his body failed. Collapsing back onto the bed, Link stared at the ceiling, willing his breathing to slow. It was just a dream, he told himself. Just a dream. But the tremor in his hands betrayed him. He dragged his arm over his face, trying to smother any emotions threatening to spill over.

Screaming or crying wasn’t an option. Sound traveled too easily through the castle walls, and he couldn’t let anyone hear him like this. The room felt suffocating. The air was too thick, the walls too close. He needed to get out.

Link threw on a simple tunic and loose trousers, tugging his boots on with practiced efficiency. The dimly lit halls greeted him as he stepped out, candles burned low in their holders. He wandered without purpose, letting his feet carry him wherever they chose.

He didn’t realize where he was until he found himself standing before Zelda’s oak door. For a moment, he just stared at it, tracing the intricate carving with his eyes. He imagined knocking, imagined telling her everything.

But he couldn’t. He wouldn’t.

Turning away, Link walked down another hall, the portraits of Hyrule rulers watching him as he passed. Each face stared down at him, solemn and unyielding, as if judging him for his failures. He turned his gaze to the floor, unable to bear their scrutiny.

Eventually, he found himself on one of the castle’s balconies. The night air was cool, the breeze tugging at his hair and clothes. He looked out over the landscape, his eyes drawn to the flickering lights of the barracks in the distance. They were all counting on him. Zelda was counting on him.

The memory of her face in his dream resurfaced, and a chill ran through him. Would she truly lose all faith in him if she knew? Surely not. Surly she wouldn’t think so lowly of him. But the doubt lingered, gnawing at the edges of his mind. The nightmare had left him exhausted, and the weight of his thoughts pressed down on him like a boulder. He needed rest, but sleep felt like another battle waiting to happen. With a heavy sigh, Link turned back towards his room.

His body sagged and he knew that he needed to sleep. Even if rest offered no peace, he would have to endure it. There was no other choice.

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The sun shone through the windows, light reflecting across his face. Slowly he opened his eyes, lifting his hand up to shield his face from its brightness. Sitting up. his eyelids still felt heavy. He had no clue what time it was either. Slowly, he stretched, yawning accompanying the motion.

His hair jutted out in every direction. It was the first morning in a long while that he had struggled to get up and ready for the day. He contorted an arm to scratch his underarm, another yawn escaping him as his hand moved to scratch his chest. Finally, when he felt awake enough, he stepped out of bed. The stone ground felt cold beneath the pads of his feet, a stark contrast to the warmth of the sunlight.

As he passed another window, he looked out at the field of soldiers training. People came and went, and different groups practiced various drills. It brought him back to a time when he was in a similar role. He remembered the chilly mornings, waking up to a rooster’s call, dragging himself to the field, sword in hand. It had been a period of rigorous training, something he couldn’t compare to any other experience.

At the time, it had been a particular kind of miserable. He had been dedicated, but the routine often turned into a monotonous drone that wore on his spirit. Yet, even then, he had always been driven by a sense of purpose, something that pushed him to be the best he could be. By now, he considered it Hylia’s favor, blessing him with a warrior’s spirit. Now, he stood above it all, in a castle tower, his own room, with reputation and privilege.

He nodded to himself, allowing a brief moment of satisfaction. The warm sun shone on his body, radiating a little warmer. He shivered and continued toward the washroom. He swung the large oak door with ease and promptly locked it behind him. Locking doors hadn’t been a habit of his in the past, but now he valued his privacy more than anything else.

Link glanced at himself in the mirror and winced. He looked awful. Even with rest, the bags under his eyes remained, and his skin had a pale sheen. He rested his arms on the countertop, hanging his head. It was like staring at a broken puzzle with missing pieces scattered in every direction, and he was the one tasked with fixing it. He knew he needed to give himself credit. He had accomplished much. He had faced that creature.

He forced himself to focus on the positives, trying to push his anxiety and fear aside. Running his fingers through his hair, he considered his appearance. His golden locks were getting longer by the day, tangled and knotted at the ends. He alway kept it tied back, hoping to prevent snagging, but maintenance had become increasingly difficult.

For a moment, he stared at his hair in the mirror, recalling something someone had once said about hair holding memories. He wondered about the truth behind that. Part of him craved a change, something to affirm his autonomy. But he liked his long hair, though he couldn’t quite explain why. It was something he had always taken pride in. Still…

He thought about hands running through it. Hands that were not his own, hands he hadn’t consented to. A shiver ran up his spine, and his gaze flicked to the shears that were resting on the granite counter. Without thinking, he moved.

Carefully, he ran his finger through sections of his hair, snipping away with precision. Long strands fell into the sink with each crisp cut. He didn’t plan to cut it all off. As he worked, he felt lighter with each motion. When the final strand fell, he fully looked at himself in the mirror. He had only taken off a few inches, just enough to leave his hair at ear length.

It was still long enough for him to pull it back in a small ponytail, but seeing the chopped hair in the sink gave him an odd sense of freedom. With a shaky exhale, he finished getting ready, waking up and dressing in his Champion’s tunic. He stared at himself in the mirror one last time, his expression remained blank, but for a fleeting moment he almost felt normal.

He stepped out of his room, looking in the corridor as it bustled with people. His boots clicked against the stone floor as he made his way to the dining hall. It was a smaller part of the castle, often it kept some food for knights and working staff. The smell of fresh baked bread and roasted vegetables greeted him. His stomach growled, reminding him he hadn’t eaten much the previous day.

The hall was relatively quiet, save for a few knights seated at a corner table, deep in conversation. Link made his way to the far end, it wasn’t uncommon for him to eat alone these days. He truthfully preferred it that way. It removed the pressure of small talk. His plate was slim, a piece of bread that he picked at and scrutinized, and a measly portion of vegetables. He picked at it really, occasionally breaking something into a tiny piece of food and chewing slowly.

He didn’t think much as he ate, just focused on the tedious process of chewing and swallowing. His little meal was finished in haste. He was inclined to check on Zelda, walking down the hallways of the castle, Link was met with the usual stares of awe and pride. It was easy for him to forget that no one truly knew what he was thinking. All they saw was what he presented. It brought him a certain ease, so long as he remained stoic, it would all be okay.

It was still barely morning when he directed himself to Zelda’s chambers. He stopped in front of the ornate door, catching his reflection in one of the golden handles. Knocking steadily and firmly, he felt a faint ache in his knuckles from the collision with the solid wood. After a moment, he heard rustling and a small groan from the other side of the door. A faint smile tugged at his lips. Whenever they traveled, Zelda always slept in the morning after their return. He assumed it was a mix of the comfort of being home, and the luxury of swapping a hard dirt floor for a mattress fit for a princess.

The door creaked open, revealing Zelda, her eyes barely open. Her hair pulled back into a messy braid. Her face was covered in a dried green facemask, evidence of a late night beauty ritual. “Link,” she mumbled, “good morning.”

She perked up slightly as she woke, blinking a few times, “what time is it?”

As if on cue, one of the great clocks in the hall chimed, its tones ringing an hour. She nodded at the sound, rolling her shoulders before stepping back and opening the door wider, “please come in.”

Link stepped into her chambers, his eyes briefly scanning the familiar space. Large bookshelves lined the walls, filled with ancient tomes that practically radiated history. At the center of the room stood her large, plush bed, elevated slightly and adorned with pink and white silks. The dark wood and gold bed frame gave the piece an air of grandeur. Above the bed hung sheer, flowing fabrics that could be drawn to create a canopy. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, one of which led to a private balcony.

To one side of the room, a massive wooden table was covered in trinkets, notes, and open books, each containing a piece of information Zelda deemed invaluable. The faint gleam of polished granite caught Link’s eye as he glimpsed into her washroom through an open door. It was spotless and adorned with golden fixtures.

Link always found himself admiring the room’s elegance. While he thought it was a bit overwhelming compared to the simpler crowded spaces he grew up in, he couldn’t deny its beauty. Everything felt so far apart in a space like this, and he couldn’t imagine trying to gather his belongings quickly if the need arose. Still, he never criticized it. Zelda loved this space, and he was glad his friend had a place of comfort. It was one less thing to worry about.

“Did you sleep well?” Zelda’s voice called from the washroom. He turned to see her leaning over the counter, meticulously washing her face. Bits of her dried facemask were peeling away as she moved on to the next step of her routine.

He nodded to her question, looking out the window, catching the view.

“I had a very odd dream,” she offered, catching his attention, “I was standing-ow” She winced, the sound of tweezers clinking against the counter following. She paused to massage the spot of skin before continuing.

“I was standing on this platform, and you were there, but it wasn’t really you. I tried talking to you, but you didn’t respond. I kept reaching out, but the more I reached, the farther away you moved. Then… it got muddled.” She hummed in thought, stepping out of the washroom.

By now her skin was glowing and her hair was undone. It had a slight wave that she brushed through with care. Dressed in loose pink silk night robes, she studied him for a moment before her eyes widened, “did you cut your hair?!”

Her sudden enthusiasm startled him, but he nodded. She beamed, stepped closer to inspect it. “It looks nice. Still long.”

“I like it on the longer side,” he offered.

She seemed to be satisfied with that answer as she retired to her morning routine. He watched her methodically comb her hair before disappearing into her walk-in closet, its entrance concealed by a curtain. Out of respect, he turned away as soon as it was drawn, not wanting to glimpse her silhouette in the light.

When she reemerged, she was dressed in a fine light-blue gown with white trims and silver accents. The fabric flowed elegantly, and despite its elegance, it seemed comfortable. She adjusted her tiara in front of a full-length mirror.

“I think that the other Champions should be arriving soon.” He nodded, sitting down in a chair.

“Their company will be welcome,” he replied, “did you plan anything for them?”

“My father will likely host a welcome dinner,” she mused, “I also think a tour of the castle and ground would be fitting.”

He imagined the castle’s transformation for such events, it would describe how busy everyone seemed. The place would be filled with warmth and celebration. Memories of past festivities flipped through his mind, standing beside his father in the great hall, listening to his wise murmurs. After his parents’ death, Zelda’s nursemaid had taken him in, and he spent those events with Zelda and Mipha. The three of them would sneak off on their own adventures until they were rounded up and sent to bed.

“Link?”

“Hmm?”

“Did you hear what I said?”

“Sorry no.”

“I was wondering if you would be willing to accompany me on the tour of the grounds?”

“Of course,” he said without hesitation. She smiled.

“I had also heard that Revali is one of the considered Rito Champions.” Her voice contained a light tone to it.

He looked out the window, considering it. He was familiar with the Rito. Had even witnessed some of the training done by him. Part of him was excited, he admired the tenacity of the other. However, he would be a fool not to account for Revali's arrogance.

“He is a reputable warrior,” he finally concluded, satisfying whatever thought process Zelda was thinking,
“I agree,” she hummed, “I’ve heard some things.”

He wondered what she was envisioning, what rumors she had picked up from conversation. It was always hard to gauge, and it depended on who you talked to.

The faint sound of horns echoed outside, drawing their attention. They stepped onto the balcony, standing side by side. Link rested his hand on the railing, a gust of wind catching their hair. Below, they saw the regal envoys approaching the castle, banners waving proudly.

Recognizing the insignias, Link’s hand clenched instinctively. The Champions had arrived, signaling the start of their preparation to face Ganon. His stance was firm, ready. Beside him, Zelda stood tall and regal, her presence a steadying force.

For a brief moment, the casual nature between them faded, replaced by the weight of what lay ahead. Their eyes locked on the approaching carriages, and a shared resolve passed between them. They were the heart and blood of this fight, and neither planned to falter.

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Zelda ran. It wasn’t dainty or polite. Her dress was scrunched in her hands, hair whipping behind her. There was a lot of ground to cover in the castle, several staircases and winding paths to take to reach the doors in time to greet the Champions. Link was quickly at her heels. She could hear the rhythmic breathing mixed with her more erratic gulps of air.

As they hurtled down the hall, they approached a staircase. Zelda gripped the railing, propelling her body into a sharp turn. She wanted to be there for a formal greeting but couldn’t deny her excitement. It felt like things were coming together, setbacks aside. Both nearly collided into the metallic gate as Zelda swung it open. The crude elevator mechanism had to be cranked downward, an imitation of shrine technology. However, her father preferred sticking to machine based advancements rather than relying on science still in its infancy.

Zelda caught her breath, though she felt guilty watching Link crank the machine. His cheeks had gone slightly pink from the exertion. When the platform finally shuddered to a halt, she took a moment to fluff her hair and wipe the sweat from her brow. She glanced at her friend, who leaned against the bronze wall, recovering.

It was strange seeing him with the shorter style. She missed the longer locks. Still, she couldn’t complain since the cut was still on the longer side. Link never mentioned haircuts in passing, and she could barely recall a time he hadn’t informed her of his plans beforehand.

The change unsettled her. That gnawing feeling in her gut stirred to life, but before she could dwell on it, Link reached for the gate. Without thinking, Zelda caught his wrist. Her fingers trembled slightly

He froze, the abruptness of his stillness making her breath hitch. Slowly, he pulled his hand free, but the pause lingered between them like a shadow.

“Is everything alright?” she asked softly.

He didn’t meet her gaze. For a flickering moment, she saw a crack, a glimpse of something deeper and more severe. But when she focused on his eyes again, they were locked on hers, piercing through her. It sent a chill down her spine. His gaze had always been intense, but she couldn’t remember it ever being so unyielding. Like a soldier's warning.

Without a word, he stepped forward. Zelda shook her head, brushing the oddness off. The trumpets blared again, signaling the Champions imminent arrival. Together, they hurried onward. At the main hall, she spotted her father. His face lit up at the sight of her, his wide, warm smile a comfort she missed.

“Well there you are! Where have you been hiding?” he greeted, opening his arms.

Zelda rushed to embrace him. “Link and I returned yesterday, and Father…” she pulled back to look at him, her excitement shimmering, “I felt something! I was able to connect with, for a brief moment”

He hugged her tightly, his voice filled with pride, “that’s wonderful, my flower. Continue with your dedication.”

His scent was a mix of satin and cedarwood, something that she found familiar and comforting. For a moment, she allowed herself to draw strength from his embrace, even as the horns blared again.

The arrival of Link pulled her father’s attention. He turned to Link and greeted him with a warm but formal, “Champion.”

The exchange was respectful but distant. Their relationship, once closer, had grown more formal over time. It pained Zelda to see the change. Her father and Link had once been like family. Link’s parents had passed away when he was young, and her father had welcomed Link into the royal family’s fold. Almost in memory of the friendship he had had with Link’s father. But as the years passed, circumstances pulled them apart. It had left Link to forge his own path with little support.

She barely had time to dwell on the ache in her heart when the grand doors swung open, revealing Lady Urbosa and Sir Daruk. Both Champions walked in with confidence, their strong presence filling the hall. In unison they kneeled before her and her father. Carefully she folded her hands in front of her, putting herself in the regal pose she had been taught since youth.

The king extended his arms, wide and welcoming, “Welcome, champions.” His voice rang through the hall. She doubted he could stop the commanding nature of it.

“Today marks a pivotal moment in the journey towards the protection of Hyrule. Your presence here, strong and resolute, will bring hope to this kingdom.” His beard quaked at each word, his hands wrapped around the head of his cane, the golden jewelry gleaming in the sunlight, he turned to Urbosa, “Lady Urbosa, your wisdom and valor are steadfast as the sands of the Gerudo Desert.” He nodded to Sir Daruk, “and you Sir Daruk, your strength is an unshakable foundation which we can rally on. A testament to the indomitable spirit of your people.”

A final pause, “we are honored to have you here, please rise, from this moment forward we will stand on equal footing.” His words died out and the two stood tall once more. She offered each a wide smile, “I am delighted that you accepted such invitations, your skills will be greatly desired,” she offered.

Her father nodded in agreement, “from this moment forth I leave you in council with my daughter, Zelda, princess of Hyrule, Oracle of Hylia. And in her company, is our Champion of Hyrule, wielder of the Master Sword.” Link stood aloof from the spectacle, she expected no less. He stood on guard like a knight. Unwilling to assume the safety of anything. He stepped forward to her side, it was then she realized how tall the other two were.

They both directed their attention to the two of them, Urbosa bowing again slightly, “it will be an honor to fight by your side, the two of you have made quite a name for yourselves.”

Daruk nodded in agreement, “this will be a battle to remember.”

Zelda nodded, her appreciation and gratitude immense, “I believe a tour of the castle grounds will be the most appropriate. Lady Mipha should be joining us closer to the end of our excursion. I plan to host a meeting towards the end of the evening, then a moment of rest before our journey to Rito Village.”

“A night of rest will be most appreciated. I am looking forward to sleeping on a bed again, the ground can only be so soft,” Urbosa offered, her voice smooth, offering a shred of humor even in formal circumstances.

“It will also be a great honor to fight alongside you Sir Link,” Daruk added, the booming voice of the Goron echoed in the halls. Link nodded, his expression deep, but he did not speak, “not much of talker,” Daruk teased.

Zelda nodded, slightly relieved that Link did not seem to take it personally. “Link has always held a strong but silent resolve.” She saw the corners of his mouth twitch almost in agreement. Urbosa appeared unfazed. “It had been a well-known rumor through the Desert. The ladies cannot seem to get enough of…” She raised an eyebrow momentarily, directing a pointed gaze at Link. It seemed she was finally putting a face to the plethora of rumors she had heard over her travels, “the silence hero.”

Link did not appear affected by the comment, however, Zelda could have sworn she saw a smirk from him. She found it quite amusing, perhaps even a little coy of him. He took the remark in stride and offered to lead the group forward. Zelda began sharing information about the castle’s passages and locations, explaining where the newcomers could find service and which corridors led to what. She even deemed it appropriate to share some history about the secret passages that were rarely used anymore.

Occasionally, Daruk and Urbosa asked questions; sometimes about the royal family lineage, other times about the origin of a weapon on display. Answering them felt second nature; she had been raised conducting such formal tours, and most of the knowledge was secondhand to her.

It wasn’t until the end of the tour that she heard Mipha’s voice call out. They all turned as the Zora princess raced to catch up with them.

“I do apologize,” she panted, clearly unused to moving so quickly on land, “I was in a meeting.”

Her robes hung gracefully from her body, though she looked slightly flushed. Zelda didn’t blame her, she herself had found Hyrule Castle’s winding routes inconvenient at best.

“Princess,” Daruk greeted her with a deep bow, which only flustered the Zora princess further.

“Please, please,” Mipha said, waving her hands as her cheeks turned a deep red, “you do not need to bow. It is a pleasure to meet you as well.”

Mipha looked up at Urbosa, who seemed to almost tower over her. She appeared somewhat intimidated by the warrior, but managed to squeak out a compliment, “I like your hair.”

Urbosa smiled, “I like your trident, it seems like a deadly weapon.”

Zelda clasped her hands together, “Lady Urbosa-”

“Please,” the Gerudo offered, “just call me Urbosa. If today has proven anything, it’s that none of us are overly strict about titles.”

Daruk agreed, “I think that is the best way of putting it.”

“Of course,” she offered, gesturing for Mipha to join her side, “Urbosa, Daruk, this is Princess Mipha from Zora’s Domain. She was the first Champion of a Divine Beast.”

“Thank you,” Mipha said kindly, “I am eager to serve in this battle against Ganon with all of you, and bring hope to our domains.”

Zelda finally began to feel some sense of relief as everyone grew acquainted. She had worried about potential tensions arising from having so many powerful warriors and high-ranking individuals in one space, but it was becoming clear that they all understood the importance of unity.

As they passed a large window, Zelda paused to direct their attention outside. Below lay the training grounds, offering a view of soldiers engaged in drills. They were near Link’s room actually.

“Outside, you’ll see our current preparations for battle,” Zelda explained. “Mipha graciously brought some of her troops to train alongside Central Hyrule’s battalions.”

Urbosa stood tall, peering down at the training sequences. “They fight well together. It will be important to maintain control over both land and sea. I wish I had known sooner, Gerudo warriors have also been preparing. Before we leave, I will send some of them here to join this effort. Whose idea was it to train together?”

Zelda opened her mouth to answer, however Mipha eagerly interjected. “It was Lady Zelda’s idea. She believed it was just as important for us and our domains to coexist as it was for the soldiers who would fight together.”

“That’s smart thinking,” Daruk said. “It’ll build toughness, too. I wish the Gorons could spare more troops, but they’re busy preparing landings for the Divine Beast. Volcanic lands don’t offer much opportunity during wartime.”

Urbosa rested a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “That doesn’t make your efforts any less valuable.”

Zelda caught Link’s gaze. He seemed proud, his eyes filled with a quiet awe that made her heart beat faster than she cared to admit. But she also noticed that he had yet to contribute much to the conversation. A mischievous grin spread across her face.

Comedically she watched Link’s face drop, as if he read her mind. He shook his head for a moment. But Zelda had already committed to her idea.

“I cannot deny that much of my counsel comes from Link’s advice,” she said, stepping closer to him. “He is an admirable soldier.”

Daruk nodded firmly. “Wise company you keep, then! Tell me, how has our Champion of Hyrule been preparing for the battle against Ganon?”

Zelda smiled and gestured toward Link. “He has been training for as long as I can remember. He is one of the kingdom’s most influential knights, favored by Hylia and my father alike.”

“Yes,” Mipha added with enthusiasm. “He is well-regarded in Zora’s Domain as well. He has aided us more times than I can count.”

From there, the conversation turned to shared memories and tales of heroes and military training. Common threads emerged, but Zelda was more captivated by the differences. The unique customs and core values of each domain fascinated her. They continued walking, their voices lively, until a loud stomach growl interrupted the chatter. It was Daruk’s. The sound rumbled through the air, drawing chuckles from the group.

Daruk laughed heartily, patting his stomach, “apologies! It’s been a long time since I had a proper meal.”

Zelda nodded in understanding. “Then perhaps we should redirect ourselves to our meeting room. I will have castle staff prepare a meal fit for your travels and titles. We can discuss our next steps.”

Everyone agreed on that note. With a brief ring of a nearby bell Zelda articulated the needs of the Champions. A little butler scurried off as quickly as he had arrived. Walking through the grand halls, she led them to a large room, a room of war, dedicated to discussions such as the one to come.

Link placed his hands flat on the door and pushed hard. She watched as his shoulders flexed, muscles straining for a moment before the doors swung open. Dust fell from the sudden disturbance. It was inevitable for the room to be used again. She knew her father had been waiting to breathe life back into the space. No one wanted to fully believe that such a disaster was inevitable. Flames roared to life along the fireplace at the side of the room as Link hastily lit it. Its warm cackle almost seemed to make the room feel welcoming.

“He is handy, that one,” Urbosa murmured into her ear. Zelda couldn’t have agreed more.

At the center of the room was a large table shaped like a pentagon, with each side representing a different area of Hyrule. The heavy, dark oak chairs exuded an old-world charm, their velvet cushions slightly faded. The faint smell of smoke lingered in the air.

Mipha was the first to sit down which caused another cloud of dust to come up into the air. At the center of the table lay a map of Hyrule. Old pieces, once used to mark troop movements or regions, were now scattered. Some had toppled over, while others stood as silent ghosts of a bygone era. There was no chair for Link either. Though he was just as much a representative of Hyrule as Zelda. He didn’t seem bothered to stand by her side.

“Where will you sit?” She whispered into his ear. His reply barely audible, a faint whisper that tickled her ear, “there’s a stool in the corn. I don’t mind using it if I get tired. Otherwise, I’ll stay by your side.”

Daruk leaned over the map, studying it intently, “this is very thorough,” he observed, fiddling with one of the tiny pieces, which looked even smaller in his massie hand.

“My great-great-great-grandfather had it built,” Zelda explained, “it was during a much different time in our kingdom. There were too many battles. They had not been concerned about a future like this one.”

Urbosa took her seat, her blade and shield clinking to the floor beside her. The room had a low ceiling, and it's dark bookshelves, once fully stocked, now held only a few scattered texts. Most of the books had been moved to the library. Zelda found it strange to realize she was now a leader in these discussions, rather than merely hearing about their outcomes.

Link pulled out the chair reserved for her. For a moment, she hesitated, staring at the crest of the royal family above it. Its placement left no doubt as to who was meant to sit there. There was no room for hesitation anymore. Taking a deep breath, she seated herself.

Link stood beside her. The room fell into a hush, faces showed the wear of hunger, but their eyes gleamed with anticipation. The sound of footsteps broke the silence as the waitstaff entered.

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Zelda was amazed by the selection of cuisine that had been brought in. It was a banquet of desserts and fine meats. She was certain that preparations had begun early in the morning, and had only just now been finalized. The sweet and savory aromas filled the space with such potency that she couldn’t help but feel her mouth water.

Fine china was laid out for them. The map table itself had a rim around the map portion, perfect for lining the space with dishes that were almost guaranteed to be polished quickly. Everyone was quick to dig in, grabbing food and filling their bellies. Zelda enjoyed Daruk’s reactions the most; he seemed the most eager to taste the meals, and savored them even more.

“Back at home,” he offered, in between carefully curated mouthfuls, “we have an amazing barbeque rock roast.” He smacked his lips again, “But I am always amazed at how tender Hylians food can be.”

Mipha delicately poked at her own food, breaking it into little pieces and eating with a simple delight. Zelda herself couldn’t help but pluck out her favorite meals from the batch presented. Roasted pork with seared potatoes. Hyrule herbs basted in goat’s butter. There were even little molten chocolate cakes, spiced with a rare pepper to add the tiniest bit of kick. It was divine.

In between bites she looked over at Link, who stood watching. His eyes looked over the food. She patiently waited for him to get himself a plate. By now, everyone had selected their meals, many of the plates already partially cleared. However, Link’s lip twisted into a thin line, his expression one of faint contempt. Zelda couldn’t recall ever seeing that expression before.

“You know you are welcome to eat,” she said quietly. Her voice was drowned out by the boisterous chatter from Daruk who was sharing some story to Mipha about an encounter he had on his journey here. Urbosa’s gaze remained glued to her food, a new expression of joy crossing her face with each bite.

Link looked back at her with a hesitant expression. Curiously, she watched his gaze shift, as if he was contemplating a variety of answers he could give. When he finally stopped. He sighed softly, shaking his head, “I apologize, but I do not have an appetite at the moment.”

As usual, his words were a whisper, meant for her ears alone. Zelda noticed Urbosa’s sharp gaze looking over the both of them as he spoke into her ear. Even if she had excellent hearing, she had gotten used to the fact that when he spoke to her and her alone in the company of others. Link was careful not to let his voice carry or reach anyone else but her.

Her frown deepened. This was the second meal he had refused, a behavior starkly out of character. The warning signs were becoming more apparent with each passing moment. Worry slowly migrated from her stomach to her chest, forming a tightness that did not ease.

Still, she chose not to press him in front of the others. It wasn’t worth calling him out. Yet, she did not miss the slight drop of his shoulders, a subtle sign of relief. Did he think she wasn’t worrying about him? Or was he dreading the possibility of confrontation in front of the others?

Urbosa was the first to set her plate down, the clink of silverware against delicate glass signaling the end of her meal. Zelda dapped the corner of her lips with a napkin, though she hadn’t eaten much. Unease churned in her stomach, and she feared that if she took another bite, it would all come back up.

“So, Zelda,” Urbosa began, her sea-green eyes piercing through her, “what is your plan for our journey ahead? What do you intend for us to achieve?”

Though Zelda knew Urbosa’s intentions were kind, the question felt like an interrogation. Still, she remained confident in her plan. “We have one more Champion to determine in Rito Village,” she spoke plainly. “I am hoping as a group we journey up there, our success is based on not only my connection to Hylia, and Link’s resolve. Or merely anyone’s skills as a warrior. But it is the trust that we have in each other, and confidence in our counterparts’ abilities. I believe that it is this core idea that will lead us to victory against Ganon.”

Urbosa’s gaze lingered, and Zelda felt her heart pounding in her chest. Link stepped closer to her, and when she looked up at him, there was no hesitation in his face. His silent approval eased her worries. With renewed resolve she continued, “when we have determined all of our Champions, there will be a ceremony, there the King will officially bestow the titles to you. Additionally you will receive the official garbs for your position.”

Mipha spoke thoughtfully. “I wonder if it might be beneficial to stop at the Great Spring in Zora’s Domain? Perhaps it could help with your connection, and would provide some time to relax.”

Daruk hummed in agreement, the sound reverberating deeply.

“Well,” Mipha said slowly, “there is also the Forgotten Temple. I’ve heard it has ancient connections. And it would be on our way as well.”

Zelda had heard of some of those locations, the Forgotten Temple would be a little bit out of the way, it would be a longer route, however if they took it on the way back it would be a slightly more ideal. There was also something to be said about the Lanayru Great Spring.

“I think we could make an ideal journey of that,” she concluded, and Urbosa seemed to share in the sentiment. Mipha’s face lit up, “I will write to my father at once to have our arrival prepared for, that way you all do not have to sleep in ponds.”

Her giggle came off light, and Daruk’s eyes widened, “is that how Zora sleep!?”

The two of them fell into an amusing tangent, their laughter breaking the tension in the room. Zelda smiled faintly at their dynamic but noticed something out of the corner of her eye. Link stood stiffly, grinding his jaw. She hadn’t registered it at first, but it had been a noticeable movement as soon as they started discussing Zora’s Domain.

She had no idea where the potential discomfort would come from. Zelda had always been fairly confident that it was one of Link's favorite locations. A faint memory of her and Mipha’s conversation regarding the party came to mind. Had something happened? It occurred to her that it could very well be the case.

From that moment forward, she engaged in the occasional distraction of conversation. But the wheels had started to turn. At the root of it, she was beginning to wonder what could have occurred that had so fervently gotten under Link’s skin like this. As the day drifted onward, the food was finished off in waves as they discussed the best routes to take. What provisions would be packed. Occasionally, Link would offer a suggestion. His voice broke through the conversation with ease.

It was a trait that sometimes made her jealous. It often seemed like she was fighting to be heard, but when Link spoke, people listened. In fact it was him that mainly determined the most proper routes. Those that avoided the most danger. Where they could risk ambush, what would most definitely be needed for the journeys.

Eventually the wicks of the candles began to falter. A clear sign that it was time to depart for a good night's rest. Zelda finally stood up, lingering members of the night staff clearing the plates out of the room, “it is getting late. Let me show you to your appropriate chambers.”

“That would be greatly appreciated,” Urbosa said wearily, there were bags under her eyes now. Zelda had no doubt that the journey ahead would be just as exhausting.

Mipha’s room was close to the other Champions, so at some point, the Zora princess graciously took over. Leading the others to their rooms. Zelda waved her hand in appreciation. It left her and Link alone to walk through the hallways in silence.

Occasionally, a night guard passed them, their eyes lingering as they continued forward. Zelda never grew comfortable with the stares. Link didn’t offer any words. Their journey would begin early in the morning, and she knew she would struggle to wake up. The rising unease didn’t help, either. Thus, she made a bold request, something she had never been known for asking.

“Link?”

He hummed in response.

“Will you spend the evening in my room? To make the early departure more convenient?” Her voice wavered, but something inside her screamed not to leave him alone. Not tonight.

He turned to her, the moonlight reflecting in his eyes. For a moment, there seemed to be some aching pain that flickered before he nodded, “I’ll prepare my things, then, and meet you in your chamber.”

Hastily he walked off, leaving her alone in the hallway. She stood there for a moment longer, looking at his back as he walked away. Quietly, she walked to her own room, getting ready for bed, neatly packing up her own things.

She was surprised about how little she worried about the journey ahead of them. Instead, she was more concerned about Link. By the time she was in her own bed, Link was just then walking into her room. He wore more casual clothes now, however, wedged in between his arm was the outfit he would be traveling in tomorrow.

“I made the couch for you, but you’re welcome to share the bed with me as well. It is large enough for two people easily,” she offered, gesturing to the mattress.

In the past they had shared sleeping rolls and beds together, out of necessity. Zelda felt guilty for requesting he stay with her without offering him a more comfortable arrangement. He stared at the bed longer than she expected before setting his belongings on the table and climbing under the covers without protest.

She gave him the distance he seemed to need. He lay on his back, arms folded over his stomach.

“Are you going to get hot sleeping in such thick clothes?” she asked.

He shook his head, “I’ll be fine.” His voice was a rasp, and it was the first time he had spoken at a louder volume. It hurt how tired he sounded. She didn’t expect to be the one to stay awake, looking at him fall asleep so quickly.

In the silence of the room she listened to his breathing. The scene could have been romantic, but there was a pang of something else, a sense of distance that had grown between them. Rolling onto her side, she closed her eyes, attempting to sleep.

It hadn't been long before her dream morphed into something more lucid. Zelda could have sworn she was floating, bathed in warmth, cradled in the palm of a guiding hand.

“Talk to him. Now is no longer the time for doubt,” a gentle voice whispered, like the wind itself, rooted in her mind.

That ease quickly turned into something darker. A wave of turmoil had crashed into her, pulling her under. Images flashed in her own mind. She could make out Zora’s Domain for a moment, before being crushed by something on top of her. Strings of pain mixed with rising dread. It tore at her, like it was attempting to eat her alive.

Even when the onslaught of attacks stopped, she was left with a feeling of fear and dread. A sudden emptiness that felt like a pulsing vortex, fighting to prevent it from controlling her. She had no idea why these emotions were attacking her. Clawing at her body so ravenously.

“The wall must come down. You must use each other. The time is now. It cannot be delayed.”

Urgency and anxiety swirled within her. The comfort had evaporated, and she was falling. Arms reached out as she plummeted, but before she hit the ground, her body jolted awake. Her eyes snapped open, and she lay on her side, sweat covering her forehead. Groggily, she pushed herself up, wiping the moisture from her skin.

The bed shook for a moment, before the sheets tugged around her. Alarmed, she looked over. Link remained in his position but he looked distressed. Eyes squeezed shut as he muttered to himself, hands pulling at the sheets around him, jaw clenching and unclenching at random. It reminded her of the moment at the stable. That helpless vulnerable feeling.

He let out a torn gasp, the sound choking and awful. Her blood ran cold, and she shook him urgently, “Link!”

He woke up suddenly, shooting up with a terrified expression. His breaths came in ragged pants, and his hair clung to his damp forehead. He looked pale and sickly, his eyes locked down as he scanned himself. He looked around the room, shoulders heaving with each gasp.

Zelda thought he would say something. Anything. But he didn’t seem capable of doing that. Instead she watched him curl up on himself for a moment, hands running through his hair, tugging at it slightly.

“Link?” She said his name softer this time. His ear twitched at her voice.

He didn’t say anything, he shook his head and quickly got up. She listened to his bare feet hit the tile. Quickly he moved to open the door, stepping outside and onto the balcony. Leaving her in the bed staring out at him.

Her heart beat heavily in her chest. Her dream had felt like a warning, a final call to confront whatever this was. It felt like too much depended on it. So, with everything she had. She pushed herself out of the bed, and followed him.

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Link wanted to throw up. Despite barely having anything in his body to begin with, his stomach heaved on itself. His mind raced. Cheeks burning in embarrassment. The day itself had been unsteady already. It was like gaining footing on a rocking ship, it wasn’t impossible, but it wasn’t a cake walk either.

He leaned against the railing, the evening air was stuffy, not a single hint of wind in sight. He didn’t know why he agreed to her request tonight. Link could only assume some part of him wanted to find comfort in not being alone. But the memory was too fresh and too deep.

He regretted not just staying in his room. That way when this nightmare had happened he could have either remained trapped in it, or woken up in his own solitude. But now he had to navigate her seeing that. His cheeks burned even hotter.

During the meeting it had put him on edge going back to Zora’s Domain. Even if it was inevitable and undeniably necessary, he could just feel the memories bubbling up. It felt like every step he took forward, he was dragged two steps back. He gritted his teeth, frustrated beyond measure. Why wouldn’t all of this just go away?

His fist clenched, he was the Champion of Hyrule and he couldn’t handle sex? It felt pathetic. His body ached, each breath started to come out as a ragged, heavy gasp, the air coating the inside of his throat with an even thicker moisture. Stars shone above him, twinkling in the evening sky. He wished he could appreciate their beauty instead of seeing them as witnesses to his shame.

The pressure was boiling inside of him. He was desperate to keep everything together, especially with the new company. He needed to forget about this. He knew it wasn’t his fault, he knew that he wasn’t weak. He had proven that by confronting the Zora. Yet it was continuing to gnaw at him.

Right now he was the only one that knew about this. He had been doing so well at keeping it locked in a little box, but he couldn’t keep up with himself. Combined with Hylia’s insistence that this come to light between him and Zelda. It didn’t help that Zelda kept looking at him with worry in her eyes, giving him sidelong glances. While he tried his hardest to combat the vile insecurities consuming him, her concern only made it harder.

Each breath was becoming heavier, he was starting to struggle. His shoulders shaking from the effort to keep himself up. Link’s body was so exhausted. Poor nights of sleep were beginning to take their toll on him. However, even with the exhaustion, the fear wasn’t forgotten, it just grew worse. Each time he closed his eyes it was like a memory was threatening to pull him back, taunt him. Finally his body sunk down, back pressed against the marble railings of the balcony. His arms rested on his knees, dipping his head below, allowing himself to catch his breath.

He wanted to allow himself to feel. Get over it. Let it go. But to do that would require himself to accept so much, and people were counting on him to be strong. They needed a symbol of strength, there was no other way to maintain that without letting go. This journey ahead, he couldn’t be a mess like this. He needed to learn how to cope with this quickly, and figure out the triggers so he could ignore them. If he couldn’t do that…he was going to make a fool of himself.

Link rested his head back against the railing, he felt like a sticky mess. Maybe he would just bathe again before the journey, get the feeling of scales off of his skin. His hand still burned from the sensation of the soldier’s skin. When he had restrained the Zora, he had been able to feel that dreaded slippery skin, and the occasional scale brushing against his palm, digging into his hand.

He let out a groan of frustration into the still night sky, crickets chirped back. He was angry. Frustrated. Done. Link was falling stagnant in this journey. It was all falling back on him. And Hylia was pressing him forward. Encouraging him to open up. The message left a sour taste in his mouth. He didn’t want to. He didn’t want to put that shame out there, and yet she said it so easily, like it was the easiest conversation in the world to have. Instilling that it was a necessary conversation.

It didn’t help that he knew Zelda wasn’t oblivious. She knew him too well. It was only a matter of time before it became alarming enough for her to confront him. They spent too much time together for something not to slip. He was certain she already suspected something was wrong.

His ears twitched at the sound of footsteps. For a moment, his eyes lazily glanced into the room. Earlier, she had been resting on the bed, staring in his direction. But now, in the darkness, he saw her move. The door opened shortly after. He looked away.

Her footsteps were soft, blending into the sounds of the evening. The crickets continued their symphony, unfazed by what was happening above them. Occasionally, the clank of armor echoed from guards patrolling the exposed parts of the castle. She was in his peripheral vision now, and he couldn’t stop his gaze from dropping.

She didn’t say anything for a moment. Zelda stepped closer, hands clasped around the robe she had wrapped around herself, “did you have a nightmare,” she questioned. She said it so softly, the concern potent in her voice.

He nodded slowly, unsure if he could face her right now. In the moment, he tried to pull his fragmented self together, focus on her. Ground himself with her. Maybe he could just use her presence, maybe she didn’t have to know. His heart beat hard in his chest, he could almost hear its pounding. Carefully, she sat next to him, crossing her legs and looking up at the night sky.

She took his silence graciously. He could feel the impending conversation. It lingered heavily in the air. It was like Hylia herself was pulling them closer towards this moment, tired of watching it from afar. After a long pause of silence, Zelda spoke, voice as soft as a summer breeze, sweeter than any flower in Hyrule, “Link…I need to talk to you about something. I’ve been thinking about this for quite some time now.”

She breathed in slowly, as though carefully choosing each word, “I know you well. Well enough that I feel like I can tell you are holding something back.” She looked at him, face painted in worry, “I know you are the Champion and carry a great burden on your shoulders. I want you to know that whatever it is, you can tell me. You don’t have to carry whatever burden you have alone.”

Even if he expected it. It was hard to hear it. He resisted every urge to assure her he was fine and end the conversation. He exhaled through his nose, shaking his head slightly. He didn’t look at her. Afraid that if he made the smallest glimpse of eye contact, he would fold instantly.

“Please Link,” she urged, reaching out, moving so that she was kneeling in front of him, “you have been there for me. I want to be there for you.”

Another deep breath, closing his eyes, opening to stare at his feet, “it’s not that simple.”

She nodded slowly, grabbing his hand, pulling it close to her, “it never is. But keeping it buried will not help. Please, you have done so much for me, for Hyrule…at least let me be there for you.”

The tension in his body grew, starting low and spreading to every other part of him. His muscles locked, heart clenching. A chill ran up his spine. What if he told her and she was disgusted? What if she saw him as weak? His nightmares attempt to confirm his doubts. She might never trust him again. He tried to contain his breathing, the memory clawed itself forward. The smell hitting him, potent and rotten. His nose scrunched, he felt sick.

The balcony started to disappear, he could hear the faded sound of a waterfall. The chill grew stronger and stronger, all of the sensations becoming dulled. And then he felt her hand squeeze his. It was like the blurry violations eased away, existing only in his peripheral. He couldn’t help but meet her eyes. His chest began to ache even more, it was on the tip of his tongue, and Hylia’s words became the new focal point in his mind, pushing back the abuse, the violation. Like a gentle pull, something inside of him deemed that it was time.

Slowly, he brought himself to speak, voice low and strained. As if the words were being dragged out from deep inside of him, “it happened at the celebration in Zora’s Domain.” He paused, Zelda said nothing. She gave him the space to continue speaking. He squeezed her hand back gently.

“In the past. I had spent so much time there, I thought it was safe. I thought that there was no reason to doubt anyone there. I was stupid, I wasn’t cautious enough.” His words shook, he forced himself to confront it, “At the celebration I was offered some wine-” he faltered for a moment, voice crack. Another deep breath and his gaze and voice hardened, “-it had been drugged with something. I felt sick, I had to leave. But-”

“I could only get so far, my head was spinning, I couldn’t control myself. I couldn’t fight back.”

For a moment he trailed off, he wished he could leave it at that. Wished that he didn’t need to reveal more.

“Link…I am so sorry-”

His eyebrows furrowed, wincing at her words, “please, don’t.” It was sharper than he meant it to be. But it cut through the silence like a sharp blade, “I don’t want pity.” His gaze dropped to the ground once more, swallowing thickly.

She flinched at his words, but did not contest him.

“The Zora found me…the one who offered me the wine. I couldn’t-” he clenched his jaw, teeth grinding audible. The rest of it got caught in his throat, but he forced the words out, guttural and raw, “he used me. Took something that was not his to take. Treated me like I was something to be broken.”

Zelda’s free hand moved to her mouth, eyes wide in horror. His voice grew quiet, the weight of his words pressing down on the both of them, “when I could finally move, I was alone. Bruised. Bleeding. I felt so shattered. I left, I couldn’t face anyone after that. I hoped that I could pretend…treat it like it never happened.”

He finally looked at her, letting her see the anguish in his heart, the torment he had been carrying alone for far too long.

“I’ve been trying to forget.” He admitted, “telling myself that it didn’t matter. That I was stronger than that moment. I even encountered him when the Zora soldiers came. He stalked me…I confronted him, sent him away, faced that…thing. But even then. It doesn’t go away. It’s stuck there, in the back of my mind. I-” he stopped, huffing in annoyance, “I can’t help but be reminded of how weak I was, how easily I was used.”

Zelda’s eyes brimmed with tears, he watched her blink them back rapidly, exhaling sharply. The moment felt heavy, weighing him down. He ached, wishing this wasn’t something she needed to bear.

“Link, you’re not weak. That was a violation. A cruelty no one should ever have to endure. And the fact that you’re still standing, still fighting…” her hand reached to his face, brushing his cheek gently. Guiding his eyes to meet hers, “that doesn’t make you weak. It makes you stronger than anyone could ever hope for you to be.”

Her words hung in the air, and for a moment, neither of them dared to speak. His shoulders trembled slightly, taking a deep breath in an attempt to steady himself.

“I don’t know how to let it go. Every time I think too hard, it’s there. Everytime someone gets too close, I feel like I’m right back there, helpless.”

She shook her head, “you don’t have to let it go, not yet. But you don’t have to carry it alone anymore, either. I am here Link. Whatever you need, as you are here for me, I am here for you.

His stoicism cracked, just for a moment. She reached out and hugged him. Their embrace was tight and warm. He sat there, stunned, letting go of the worst of his fears. Slowly, he hugged her back, burying his head in her shoulder, allowing the comfort to seep in.
They sat like that, under the stars, the crickets’ song a quiet accompaniment to their shared pain and solace. Two halves of a whole.

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Link did not remember the two of them going back to bed. A mixture of relief and exhaustion had brought them both back inside, each mulling over the potential new implications of their dynamic. Even as he slept, Link could still hear the millions of thoughts rattling in his head.

When he woke, it was like opening his eyes silenced them all. He inhaled sharply, looking around for a moment. Zelda was next to him, her warm body wrapped tightly around his own. Her breathing was steady, her arms applying an even pressure all around him. His own arms were also holding her tightly. The soft fabric of her nightgown, occasionally broken by the coarseness of her hair.

Looking outside he could tell that the sun was about to rise. He couldn’t imagine that he had been sleeping for very long. As he moved slightly, the sheets rustled against his body, bringing a new wave of comfort, compelling him to stay just a little bit longer. But he knew better.

Carefully, he got out of her bed, leaving the sleeping princess by herself. He looked back at her before getting dressed. The pale dawn reflected the silhouette of her body. A lump grew in his throat as he felt relief looking at her. It was hard to believe the acceptance she had shown him. For weeks, he had agonized over last night, fearing she would see him as weak or deem him disgusting.

But she hadn’t. Instead she had come to him with full understanding and love. The patience she had shown felt overwhelming in a way.

Quickly he dressed himself. As he pulled off his tunic, his eyes lingered on the scars on his hips. Promptly, he pulled his Champion’s tunic over himself, the carefully crafted fabric covering up any signs of his shame or trauma.

Everything else felt easy after that. He finished preparing himself, the steady motions accompanied by a churn of anxiety. When he was fully ready, with everything packed, he gently shook Zelda awake. For a moment, she groaned at the action, letting out a small whine as her sleep was disturbed. It took another moment of gentle prodding before she opened her eyes and flopped onto her back.

There were faint bags around her eyes as she blinked the sleep away, letting out a large yawn as she sat up. She ran her fingers through her hair, moving it out of her face looking up at him, “are you ready to go?”

He nodded, “I planned on preparing everyone’s travel for the journey.”

She blinked for a moment, nodding slowly. Zelda yawned again before her gaze grew more serious. “How are you feeling?”

The question caught Link off guard. He paused. “I don’t know,” he admitted.
She looked at him hesitantly. “Will you be alright for the journey ahead?”
“Of course.”

Zelda hummed for a moment, picking at a stray hair that had fallen on her lap. Her fingers twirled around the thin strand, “I don’t want you to feel alone,” she admitted, “I don’t want you to hurt yourself by holding this in. Promise me that you’ll talk to me about this.”

At that moment he wanted to offer a vague answer, but when he looked at her…he agreed. It felt strange to have the support. This was a reality that he had not fully considered in the thick of his fear. But it felt…nice. Zelda seemed equally satisfied with the nature of their conversation. Now she was fully up, preparing herself for the journey.

Link took that as his cue to depart and finish the preparations. The door closed behind him with a heavy thud. A guard was standing in front looking at him with a coy grin. Link recognized him as the one who had seen him walk in. As he turned away, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Surely it would become part of the castle gossip, likely to evolve into its own ridiculous rumor.

When he stepped outside there was a slight chill. Unlike the muggy evening, there was now a gentle breeze. Dew coated the ground, causing his boots to slightly dampen with each step that deviated from the clean cobble paths. At the stables, he prepared Epona and Storm, their regal frames standing still and well-trained. Mipha and Urbosa would also need horses for the journey. He knew the Zora often used water channels to travel to Central Hyrule, but to his knowledge, there were no safe water passages for this journey. She would need to travel with them.

He was familiar with the Gorons’ preferred rolling method of travel. When thinking about it, he was optimistic. He figured if they stayed on the main roads with minimal interruptions, they could make the journey in a day, arriving well before there was any large need for concern. The longer journey to the Temple of Time and Zora’s Domain, however, would cost them.

Stepping back into the stable he pulled out two trained horses. Lining them up, he took a moment to ensure that each steed’s saddle was well fitted, that the reins were polished, and manes brushed.

It was a meticulous process, and he was starting to find some comfort in it. Settling into his duties once again. He paid a little extra mind to Storm, making sure that everything was right for Zelda when she mounted him. To the back of each saddle, he secured a bedroll, ensuring the straps weren’t worn out.

Epona was one of the larger steads, and her saddle was constructed to hold equipment, thus taking some of the burden off of Zelda’s travels. There was a crunch of footsteps on a gravel path. Looking up he saw Urbosa walking towards him, her sack full. Equally she carried an additional bag with what assumed were clothes for the colder weather.

He had assigned her a larger horse, to account for the height of the warrior, he didn’t want her to ride something that would get horrifically uncomfortable. She looked at his work, green eyes sharp. He appreciated that. She had the look of a trained warrior.

“Are we all riding then?” There was a twang in her voice, the fragment of an accent from her home.

He nodded firmly, “aside from Daruk,” he added, briefly tightening a loose strap on Mipha’s saddle.

“You do not sound like what I imagined,” Urbosa said as she stepped closer, her eyes softened slightly. She held a twinge of curiosity, looking him over like he had some secret answer only for her.

Link paused, looking at her. He tilted his head, raising an eyebrow in silent inquiry. In the moment, he couldn’t tell if she was making just a brief comment, or placing it as more of a jab.

Urbosa smirked, crossing her arms. “You know…with everything I have heard about you. I thought you’d be gruffer, more rough around the edges, older. But you’re a quiet sort, aren’t you? A silent storm.”

Admiration. He appreciated the turn of mood. He exhaled softly through his nose, the closest he usually came to laughing. “I’ve been told that,” he admitted, carrying a soft note of dry humor. Her comment was familiar to him, often among younger children; who, if they heard him speak, always had something to say. He adjusted the strap once more and stepped back, checking the work one last time. Ensuring continuity among the saddles.

“Better than being loud all the time.”

This time Urbosa let out a hearty chuckle, throwing her head back. “Fair point, little knight. I can’t imagine you trying to outtalk Daruk anyway.”

“Or you.” He froze for a moment, glancing at her. He hadn’t been able to stop the comment, falling into a comfort of conversation among an equal warrior. He feared he overstepped.

But she only laughed louder, clearly delighted. “Oh so our Champion can bite back! I like that-” she walked to her horse, petting its nose, smiling at him, “I was starting to wonder if you were too polite for your own good.”

Link allowed himself a small smile as he moved towards Storm, checking the clips and bangles that adorned the saddle. When they were traveling casually he left the decorations on. But now it was time for practicality. He removed the golden tassels, and ornate decorations. Even now he could still feel Urbosa watching him, but it was more of a thoughtful gaze.

“You’re thorough,” she remarked, nodding towards the rest of the horses. “Zelda mentioned that planning every little detail, preparing for every outcome.”

“It’s necessary,” he replied gently.

Her expression finally seemed to soften, a hint of respect flashing in her eyes, “And you take that burden without complaint. I can see why she trusts you. Why this kingdom trusts you.” The castle doors swung open once more. It was a much louder entrance than Urbosa. Mipha, Zelda, and Daruk came walking forward. Urbosa stepped in to join them, noticing Mipha’s struggle with her larger bags.

Before she did she rested a hand on his shoulder, “let me know if you need help with anything. But something tells me you’ve got the rest handled.” There was a clear warmth in her voice and the camaraderie in her presence felt assuring.

Quickly she moved to help Mipha, who was starting to seem one step away from dropping something. Zelda was quick to get to him right as he was locking the box for the royal saddle decorations, “is everything ready?”

He nodded. There was only so much that was needed for the journey in early preparation. The Sheikah slate would allow him to access food provisions that he had taken in the evening to ensure everyone was fed well during the journey. With potions to equally ensure no one succumbed to the harsh weather that they could encounter.

Daruk stretched wide, “are we ready to roll?”

Mipha mounted her stead, Urbosa following suit. He looked to Zelda, waiting for her cue. She would be the ultimate determiner in the call for their departure. She looked back at the castle, he followed her gaze to see the King on his balcony. The royal robs flapped in the early morning breeze that rustled everyone’s hair and promised a swift arrival.

She nodded in his direction, and then to him, “I think it’s time to go.”

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Link was at the front, Zelda close to his side. Urbosa had taken on a role of helping Mipha stay steady. They were about an hour in now, the steady sound of Daruk rolling remained in his left ear. So far there had been minimal talking. Only the occasional comforting words from Urbosa and Mipha’s panicked cries if the horse veered too sharply.

His eyes remained forward, ensuring they moved at a steady pace. But the terrain was already getting steeper the closer they got to Ridgeland, equally, thunderstorms loomed ominously in the distance.

“This is much harder than it seems,” Mipha grunted as her horse, slightly veered. It was neither party's fault in all honesty. But Mipha seemed too shy to fully will the horse to go straight.

Zelda occasionally stared back, offering kind words of encouragement to help the flustered Zora. Link wasn’t too worried about the situation and lack of control she had over the horse. His main worry came from when they inevitably needed to cross that Tabantha Great Bridge. It was notorious for being slightly unstable. Unlike other massive stone bridges that dotted this region. The Tabatha bridge was made of sturdy logs that swayed during a strong wind.

The air continued to get colder, even as the sun took its place in the sky. They continued forward until inevitably, someone felt the first chill from the climate, “Is it possible we take a moment to change attire,” Urbosa asked. Her skin was covered in goosebumps.

Zelda nodded quickly, “of course, I admit I didn’t expect us to rise in elevation so quickly.” They halted their steeds and Daruk helped Link secure the animals on a nearby fallen log. The large Goron cracked a couple of his joints, “as much as I like looking at horses, I don’t understand how you little folk can ride them for so long.

Epona knickered in agreement. Together the two men walked over to the makeshift structure the other three were making. Behind a large rock, they had constructed a stick shelter of shorts, serving as more of a changing room.

“Good to keep privacy,” Daruk laughed, sitting down on the ground and falling back. Link looked down at the other, curious if he would get cold or not. The Goron met his gaze and as if reading his mind he answered, “clothing won’t do much for me,” he noted, “my body’s adapted to the extreme. It’s hard to make rock too hot or cold.”

Daruk flashed him a smile. He offered a thoughtful hum in agreement. However, as the three women were changing into their own garments he did have the hindsight to change into slightly warmer clothes. The temperature was barely too warm for the jackets yet, in his opinion, but he did not wish to slow down travel especially when they had already stopped.

“However,” Daruk mentioned, “I do wonder if now would be a good time for a meal?” That intrigued him. As if on cue his own stomach growled. He had forgotten how hungry he was. Link had been so busy worrying about other things that his stomach seemed to have been forgotten.

Without delay, he started a fire and stoked the flame. Making a quick meal was second nature to him. From the Sheikah Slate, he produced premade rice cakes, wrapping them in large leaves alongside meats and herbs. It wasn’t as elegant as the meals shared at the castle, but it would suffice. He placed the wrapped bundles into the flames; the leaves, high in water content, wouldn’t burn easily.

A few pokes with a stick ensured even cooking. The real importance was the food inside. He prepared enough to fill everyone’s bellies, supplementing the meal with jerky and bread. Setting everything on a clean rock, he stepped back to let the Champions eat.

Daruk stared at it intriguingly, “that’s what I like to see!”

The fire continued to crackle. He leaned forward to Link, speaking low, teasingly, “lets just hope Urbosa doesn’t steal my portion.”

Link couldn’t stop the short snort that followed. Just then Urbosa rounded the corner adorned in a warmer looking outfit, “I heard that, Daruk. If you wish to keep your food safe, then guard your plate carefully. A warrior needs her strength.”

Mipha and Zelda were last to join them by the fire. Mipha was bundled up the most, obviously more susceptible to the colder weather. Together they all enjoyed the measly meal Link had practically summoned from nothing. Zelda sat next to him nibbling on her own portion. She looked at him, almost encouragingly.

His stomach growled, aching for him to eat something…anything. He reached for one of the leaves, peeling it back gently. Steam arose from the rice and meat packed inside of it. He took a bite and nearly cried. It was like a wave of energy was pushed into him, settling whatever unease was in his stomach. It was not his intention to scarf it down. But the measly treat only lasted about four bites, before he was chewing the rest of his meal.

“Well look who has an appetite,” Daruk exclaimed patting him on the back. He nearly fell forward from the force of the hit.

“Careful,” Zedla laughed incredulously, “we don’t need to send him flying.”

A couple more chuckles and it was time to move forward. Link put out the fire, and made sure everyone was settled before he mounted his own steed. This time there was more merriment to traveling. Daruk chose to walk for this portion of the journey, his heavy steps echoing.

It was back to the same antics as it had been this morning, “honestly, Mipha, are you steering the horse or is the horse steering you?” Urbosa said, looking over.

The Zora huffed, “it’s harder than it looks! I don’t think it likes me…” she offered, grunting as she attempted to bring the horse forward once more.

Urbosa shook her head with a smile on her face, “nonsense. It is merely testing your resolve! Show it who’s in charge. A warrior can’t let a horse call the shots!”

The horse let out a snort before veering again. Mipha pulled at the reins, “I’m trying! But-oh no! Too sharp! Too sharp!” The animal happily sauntered into the surrounding forest galloping through the foliage for a moment. Mipha let out a giddy squeal, followed by the merry laughter from others. Link shook his head and gave a sharp whistle.

Recognizing the command, the horse dutifully trotted back onto the path in its original place. Mipha huffed, “of course it would listen to him.”

“You’re doing fine Mipha,” Zelda offered, giving her a reassuring smile, “Just keep your movements steady. They can sense hesitation.”

They continued upward, higher and higher until the smoke from the stable was visible. In front of it was the bridge. Link looked at it and he always felt like each time he used it, it became more decrepit with age.

“Perhaps the horse was just nervous about this bridge, looking at it swaying in the wind.” The group brought themselves fully to a halt. Zelda shook her head, “it’s sturdy.”

“Most of the time,” Link muttered. Daruk barked out a laugh, “comforting, Link. Truly comforting. Remind me to let you give a pep talk if I ever lose my nerve.”

However, it was merely a joke to smooth over the underlying nerves. But it was only a matter of confidence. “I’ll go first,” Daruk said, stepping forward, “if this bridge can hold a Goron, it’ll hold anything.” He stepped onto the planks, his sheer weight causing the bridge to groan ominously.

Link watched the uneasy glances from everyone else, “Zelda and Urbosa will follow,” he concluded firmly, his voice cutting through the doubt. He turned to Mipham his blue eyes meeting hers, “You and I will go last. I’ll guide you.”

Mipha’s wide panicked eyes locked on him, “But-”

His tone left little room for argument, “I will guide you.”

Daruk was already halfway across, the bridge bowing under his weight with each heavy step. The wooden beams groaned and creaked, the sound echoing off the canyon walls. Yet, Urbosa, confident, nudged her horse forward, Zelda close behind her. The clacking of hooves reverberated into the empty gorge, each step a reminder of the long drop below. The wind surged, shaking the bridge. It tugged at their cloaks, Zelda almost hesitated.

“Steady,” Urbosa said, her voice strong, “just keep moving.”

Link dismounted Epon, knowing she would follow when he called. Fully he turned his attention to Mipha. The Zora princess looked back at him trembling, her hands gripping the reins like a lifeline.

He stepped to her side, placing his hand on the horse’s headstall, his touch firm and calming. They were going to go slow, she just needed to trust him. Mipha glanced down at him, her breaths coming out in short panicked bursts. But she was willing to let him lead.

They stepped onto the bridge, the wind immediately battering them with a ruthless force. The first groan of the wood below them caused Mipha to flinch, causing the horse to sidestep nervously. He looked at one of the ropes, he could tell that they were worn, some of them were beginning to fray. He took a deep breath, as if he was willing them to hold together, just until he and Mipha got across.

He murmured to the animal, voice low and soothing. Attempting to calm it down, he tightened his grip on the headstall, looking at some of the gaps in the bridge that they would have to cross. He kept the horse steady as they took another cautious step forward.

The bridge continued to creak, each sound growing louder like a warning. Mipha let out a soft whimper as the bridge swayed, the motion making her tighten her grip, “you’re doing great,” he said. Looking up at her, “breathe.”

Another strong gust of wind sent the bridge into a sharp sway. He looked back at Urbosa and Zelda who had just gotten to the other side. He immediately made sure that Zelda was safe, locking eyes with her for a moment. Now it was just the two of them on the bridge. The planks beneath them rattled and the horse let out a panicked whinny, rearing slightly. Mipha gasped, “Link” She let out a cry, her own fear evident.

“I’ve got you,” he said quickly, gripping the headstall tighter, forcing the horse to steady. He could feel his own heart pounding. But he could not let that make its way into any part of his body. He left that worry there. He kept himself steady, “don’t look down.” It came out strong, reverberating in the deepest parts of him.

The bridge groaned again, louder, protesting their presence. Another gust of wind surged through the canyon, howling like a predator. The horse reared again and Link caught its eyes, its panic was overtaking any semblance of control. He attempted to ease the horse one more time, his call cutting through the chaos. But the horse was beyond reasoning.

He caught the movement and his stomach lurched. The beast bucked, and it bucked violently. Mipha, unable to hold on, was thrown from the saddle with a startled, piercing cry. She tumbled onto the planks, reins slipping from her hands as the horse bolted forward. Hooves clattering loudly against the swaying bridge.

“Mipha!” Zelda shrieked from the far side, but Link was already moving. Barely dodging the horse, he dove forward, watching as the Zora tumbled toward the edge. His fingers closed firmly around her arm just as she slid farther toward the edge, the wind whipping around them in a heart-stopping moment. Her legs dangled precariously over the gap.

His grip was firm as he gripped one of the pillars of the bridge, anchoring himself. His muscles strained as he attempted to pull her back up. It was then when he heard it. A splitting sound. His head snapped toward the far side of the bridge, where one of the ropes had begun to pull apart. When it pulled apart, it was clear and crisp.

Below him, Mipha sobbed, her cries echoing through the canyon. He whistled sharply, calling for Epona. The horse’s ears pricked up, and she quickly assessed the scene before galloping toward them. The fraying rope gave way with a sharp snap, and Link yanked Mipha up just as her breathing turned to ragged gasps, her eyes locking onto his.

The bridge began to sway violently. Link hauled Mipha close to his chest as Epona reached them, her hooves pounding against the unstable wood. Ropes snapping in her wake. In one swift motion, he gripped the saddle, practically hurling both himself and Mipha onto the horse’s back. He pressed Mipha against the mare’s sturdy frame, holding her steady as the bridge buckled beneath them.

Link’s hair whipped past his face as he turned around to see that the bridge was falling behind them, the other edge pulling back from their weight. He encouraged Epona to go faster at the teetering side. The incline steepening rapidly. The bridge tipped sharply, and Epona lurched forward, leaping into the air.

His jaw remained locked as Mipha shrieked. It seemed to slow down for a moment. Link thought about what he was going to do if they didn’t make this jump. But then, with a jarring impact, they hit solid ground. Epona stumbled slightly but quickly regained her footing. However, Link and Mipha still crashed to the ground. With whatever time he had left he wrapped the other’s body, so that he took most of the impact. Pain shot through his side for a brief moment.

Everyone was immediately to their side. Urbosa gathered Mipha into her arms as she broke into sobs, clinging tightly to her. Zelda came to his side, fussing over him, “are you alright!?”

He nodded, letting out a shaky breath and flopping onto his back. His side radiating in dull pain.

Mipha turned to him, “thank you,” she said in between sniffs, her body trembling, “thank you.” He looked at her and felt a pang of guilt, he steadied himself, all that mattered was that they were both safe.

He didn’t expect Mipha to move and hug him tightly, he let out a long hiss as she collided into him. Immediately she recoiled, “what’s wrong?”

There was a sharp sting on his side, it felt like something had cracked. He attempted to assure her he was fine, but Mipha was already attempting to fix it, “here, I can make it better.”

She attempted to lift his tunic up, he hastily pushed her away. Zelda’s eyes widened and Mipha looked at him with a hurt expression. Link took a deep breath, “sorry,” he breathed, “it’s just shock…”

Zelda seemed to have a general idea of what he was navigating, she spoke up, “is there any way to heal without lifting up clothing? It's awfully cold up here.”

Mipha nodded, “right,” she offered, shivering herself, “just let me-” she rested her hands over his side. He winced at the pressure, but a blue light emitted from her hands and moments later the injury seemed to heal itself. He looked at her graciously, “thank you.”

The Zora hugged him again, “of course, you saved my life.”

Epona was already up again, clacking around, shaking her head, attempting to get the dirt out of her hair. Daruk’s voice was softer this time, the Goron looking back at the collapsed bridge, “well that was more excitement than I think any of us were hoping for.”

He followed the gaze back to the bridge, looking at the collapsed gap. Slowly his heart eased in its rapid pounding. Zelda’s hands were on his back, even though he confirmed that he was okay, she was still examining him for anything that could be a problem.

With one last look he assured her nothing else was hurting, or bleeding. It took a little bit longer for their bearings to get re-gathered. Mipha had now joined Urbosa on her steed. The Gerudo warrior made sure that she was steady the whole time. Link steadied himself on Epona, his head throbbed, the air around them carried a sharper chill. But the journey wasn’t over. They had to continue on to Rito Village.

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Zelda felt like she had to throw up the rest of the way to Rito village; the journey did not take much longer after they crossed the bridge, likely because they were moving much faster to get somewhere objectively "safe." Occasionally, she glanced over at Link, who stared ahead in silence. His expression betrayed nothing of what he was thinking. Instead, it was the same steadfast look he always carried during turmoil.

She took comfort in that, knowing that, in a way, he was always prepared for anything. She doubted this situation would have ended as well as it had without his constant vigilance. However, her thoughts drifted to his reaction to Mipha attempting to heal him. To her it served as a lingering reminder to the trauma he was processing. She had also caught a glimpse of something, for the barest moment his tunic had been raised, she had caught sight of a jagged scar.

In her heart she dreaded that it was from the Zora he had mentioned. That memory still sat uneasily with her. She couldn’t imagine the pain he had been holding by himself for so long. As they approached Rito Village, the sight of the stables was a relief. She held her head high as the council of elites swarmed them, welcoming them to the town and excited for their purpose there.

On a perch she saw the Divine Beast resting. Excitement buzzed in the air here. A sharp contrast from the shock they had all arrived in. An owl like Rito approached them, slim and youthful. It was Kaneli, the recently appointed chief of Rito Village. She had met him a couple times. He was pleasant enough.

“Welcome! Welcome Champions,” he called. Torches were being lit throughout the village, signaling that while the sun was setting there would still be life within the town, “come let us take you to where you will stay, I have no doubt the journey was long.”

It was rare for Hylians to travel to Rito Village. The town had been carefully constructed for the Rito, making it a challenge for others to navigate. Zelda and Link were paired together in a small hut. Urbosa and Mipha shared another, and Daruk was given his own space due to his size.

Kaneli approached her as everyone gathered their bearings and settled into their quarters, “it is an honor for you to come here princess. I was equally delighted when I heard you were bringing the other Champions.”

She nodded, “and thank you for the hospitality. The fate of our Kingdom rests on leaders like you.”

Kaneli puffed out his feathers slightly, seemingly taking pride in her words, “well,” he continued. “I am thinking tomorrow morning we can host our warriors and you can test their skill?”

“That sounds perfect to me, is there anything else I should know about in tomorrow’s ceremony?”

Kaneli thought for a moment, a melodic hum coming from the corners of his beak, “potentially, it is often tradition that the strongest warrior is offered a public spar. Most often though it is between other Rito and is all in good fun. I doubt it would extend to your company and could be enjoyed as a mere spectacle.”

She nodded, “that sounds wonderful, then is there anything else you need from us? Forgive me for the low energy, we had quite the eventful journey here.”

“Oh no no, we understand the difficulties to get here, often here, the evening is given to allow our guests to rest and acclimate to the higher altitude. We will have some of our hosting staff deliver the evening meals. Otherwise you are free to roam and rest as you wish.” Kaneli added, adjusting the lapel of his robe, “but please let us know if you need anything.”

“Thank you again,” she replied warmly. With that, the two parted ways, and Zelda entered the small hut. It rested on the side of the tall pillar around which Rito Village was built. While the walls were partially open, they were draped with furs and canvas artworks, giving the space a cozy atmosphere.

She noticed the hammock-like beds resting on the opposite sides, with a little table in the middle surrounded by pillows and other cushions for comfort. She took a moment to pull back a canvas and stare out at the view. It was beautiful, and such a different landscape. She always loved closer views of the mountains, seeing the life that moved around the terrain. She let the canvas flap back down and turned, startled to see Link neatly organizing his belongings under one of the hammocks.

“You startled me,” she exclaimed, hand on her chest.

He grunted in apology but didn’t say anything else. A Rito also came in carrying a plate of meat, sauce, and different fruits and vegetables. It was placed on the small table, and she gave the waiter a small smile before they shuffled away.

For a moment she watched the other get more comfortable, pulling out the little ponytail he had, running a hand through his hair before exhaling. He looked at her and then the food, seeing if she was going to eat. Zelda shook her head, “not just yet. Hard to eat with all the nerves.”

Link seemed to nod in agreement. She sat down across from him on the floor, curling her legs to be in a crisscross, “Link?”

She watched as the hero made a little plate, he met her gaze, “if I asked you a question, would you answer honestly?”

He played with the food on the small plate. The aroma filled the hut with a warm earthy smell, filling the space with such potency, “yes.” He finally conceded.

Zelda, confident now in her ability to get an answer, finally addresses her concern, “that scar I saw. What is that from?”

She wanted him to know that he wasn’t alone and help him through this, and to do that, she knew she needed to know all the information.

Zelda sat patiently as Link avoided her gaze, there was stiffness in his shoulders, like he was preparing himself for another painful encounter. She couldn’t stand the weight of his silence any longer.

“Link,” she said again, her voice after this time, “I mean it. Please tell me. What is that scar from?”

Link did not respond immediately, instead his hand stopped moving and he stared down at the plate for a long time. The silence between them grew heavier, thich with unspoken words and buried pain. He bit his lower lip and seemed to give up for a moment, “It was from the Zora. That night…” when he said it, his voice came out as more of a rasp. His eyes fixed on the floor.

She closed her eyes, defeated that it was the case. Angry that her friend had been hurt this way, “may I see,” she asked softly.

Link froze but, to her amazement, didn’t protest. Lifting his shirt, he revealed deep claw marks along both sides of his hips. The scars painted a clear picture. Zelda’s breath caught, her heart squeezing with sympathy.

He looked at her, he didn’t seem irritated or mad, just sad, “the worst part,” he quietly added, “is that they’ll never go away.”
“The worst part,” he said quietly, “is that they’ll never go away.”
Her gaze remained on the scars, heartache consuming her. She reached for his hand. “But it won’t always feel this way,” she said softly. “One day, this will serve as a testament to your strength.”
He gave her a faint, almost-smile. Zelda, wanting to shift the mood, decided she was hungry after all and made a plate for herself. Link quickly put his shirt back on, and they ate in silence, finding peace in the quiet moment.

When night fell, Zelda got comfortable in her pajamas and climbed into the hammock. Link followed suit, looking as though he was seconds away from falling asleep. She nuzzled up to a pillow, wrapping herself in the blankets already in place. The material, a mixture of fur and cotton, was designed to protect against the gusts of freezing winds that swept through in the dead of night. She listened to Link’s soft breathing. He was already out.

Zelda did not blame him. After all, today he saved Mipha’s life and had been the key leader in getting them here. It was during these moments where she wondered what she would have done without him. All she could determine was that the paths she might have taken would have been far more troublesome, and potentially fatal.

Falling asleep was easy, and waking up was harder. The sun shone into her eyes, and the slightest movement had her bed tipping over as she fell. Thankfully, Link was right there to catch her. His arms gave slightly under her weight before he steadied her upright.

“Good morning to you as well,” she breathed, stumbling forward as she gained her footing. Zelda stretched, determined if she had slept weird on any limbs, which, much to her gratitude, she hadn’t. She did not know when the ceremony would occur, but she thought it would be best to get ready for it.

Link looked at her expectantly. “Right,” she muttered to herself. “This morning, we’ll determine which warrior has a connection to the Divine Beast.” Her friend nodded slowly as he absorbed the information. “Then afterward, apparently, the selected warrior will spar with someone else. Kaneli said it’s often between another Rito, and it’s all in good fun.”

That seemed to be all of the information that he needed to properly get ready. They both donned their tunics and clothing of status. Only Zelda had to dress a little bit more warm than Link. Over the years his traveling had prepared him more for this, Zelda was wondering how anyone could truly get used to such extremes. Everyone else was slowly starting to wake up, she made sure to let them all know about the plan for the morning.

All around them Zelda noted the sound of clashing and music. It seemed like everyone was preparing for a party and a war all at the same time. When she ran into Kaneli, it was merely an accident as she had been moving between Daruk’s hut and her own.

“Zelda! I was just looking for you, your highness.” He gave an awkward bow and Zelda had to refrain a small chuckle, “please, please,” she said, cheeks rosy from the cold, “it is more than alright to just call me Zelda, and the bowing is definitely not necessary.” He fumbled with his chief robe again, a couple feathers falling to the ground as he fussed.

“Of course, of course,” he muttered, almost like it was more to himself than her, “I then wondered if it would be alright to gather you and your company to get you into the ceremony seats. People are starting to arrive.”

“Yes, of course,” she looked behind her, Mipha and Urbosa were already stepping out, “could you wait here and I will go get Link?”

Kaneli nodded and she hastily went past him, moving down the steps of the village with purpose. Setting through the hut, Link was sitting on the ground sharpening his sword. He almost seemed startled that she had walked in with so much force in her step. In reality it was merely the transition from moving quickly then going to an abrupt stop.

“Kanei is going to take us to the ceremony.” He sheathed his sword and came to her side, adjusting it on his back so that it was reachable. She equally noticed that he had his quiver and bow equipped as well.

“Is all that necessary?” Her voice rang with doubt, her expression more pondering than shameful.

Link shook his head, “you can never be too careful.”

Of course, that was his logic. But Zelda knew as well as he did that such preparation could make all the difference in a pinch. Together, they joined the full group and were led to one of the higher platforms, complete with seating and a controlled fire being tended. Zelda graciously took her seat and looked up at the Divine Beast. It was truly a magnificent structure. She doubted she would ever tire of seeing it.
Above them, five Rito flew rapidly through the air. Urbosa, seated beside her, leaned over to whisper, “Those are probably the warriors.” Zelda nodded, recognizing Revali among them. The arrogant Rito glanced down at the group with a smug expression before performing a flourish in his warm-up routine.
Suddenly, Kaneli’s voice rippled through the crowd. The chief stood before a large microphone, announcing the Champions as the warriors landed on a platform slightly higher than where they were seated. The force of their landing caused the wooden platforms to shake, making Mipha jump slightly.
Zelda glanced at Link, who had taken a comfortable position on his pillow. She leaned back as well, turning her gaze to the sky, eagerly awaiting the start of the ceremony.

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Link watched Revali with a critical eye, recalling the old days of training he had spent with the Rito warrior. Memories of their rivalry came back to him with a bitter chill. He had always admired the other, yet any sense of comradery between them had felt impossible. Link observed the embellishments in Revali’s flying pattern before the Rito rejoined the others in the sky.

If he was honest, Link had not paid attention to the announcements at the start of the ceremony. However, he recognized the chief’s voice as it boomed out the first part of the proceedings.

“A test of aim! Each warrior will be expected to hit the three moving targets through the stone rings!” The crowd roared, and Link watched as each Rito took their attempt at the challenge. One dove into a sharp angle, releasing an arrow. It shot forward but collided with the first stone ring.

He winced along with the warrior’s visible frustration as they tried again, this time hitting the target. The mistake wasn’t repeated during their run, but as others followed, small errors from the competitors threatened to cost them their chances.

When Revali’s turn came, Link could practically see the smirk on his beak. Revali launched himself into the air with an unmatched speed. Link barely caught the Rito drawing his bow, an arrow already notched. With only a moment to aim, he fired. The projectile soared through the air and hit its true target. His run was flawless. Link would have been surprised if the fine warrior had not been chosen as the Rito Champion.

The ceremony was followed by other displays of speed and flight. Natural talents of the Rito due to their anatomy. Then the horns blared, announcing the final challenge.

“As we all know Vah Medoh has been waiting patiently for its handler,” Kaneli’s voice echoed, blasting through the watches, “each Champion will get a moment to connect with the Divine Beast, the true Champion determined by Princess Zelda herself!”

Link turned his head, watching as Zelda flushed at the sudden attention. She took a moment to stand up, waving at the Rito that had turned to her, their eyes filled with anticipation. One by one, they flew up onto the stationary machine. He looked at the glimmer in Vah Medoh’s eyes. He did not expect the Beast to yield to just anyone.

Each Champion would enter Vah Medoh alone, causing a shush to fall over everyone, waiting for some response. Time was given generously, but Link was watching curiously as each Champion came back down a look of defeat on their face. To no one’s surprise, Revali was last, flying high before landing hard on the landing pad of the Divine Beast.

Zelda held her breath for a moment, “I do hope it works for one of them,” she whispered.

Link didn’t respond, keeping his focus on the events. At first, nothing happened. The crowd grew tense, unable to see Revali within the Divine Beast. Then, a long, loud creak echoed through the air. Everyone watched as Vah Medoh slowly came to life, lifting off the perch and launching into a slow spiral high above the village.

If Link had deemed everyone loud before, this was a full If the crowd had been loud before, now they erupted into a full-blown riot of cheers. Rito screamed with joy, and even Daruk joined in the celebration. Beside Zelda, Urbosa and Mipha remained composed, clapping politely. Zelda let out a small cheer, clapping rapidly as she stood. Link joined her, applauding Revali’s triumph. When Vah Medoh settled back onto its perch with a rumble, Revali descended to their platform.

Revali came down to their platform this time. Bowing deeply in front of the princess, “Your Champion has arrived,” he spoke, looking up at her with confidence. For a moment he caught a piercing gaze slide over him. As usual with Revali, he ignored it in favor of congratulating him. A slow nod.

A moment later Kaneli called out again, “it seems our Champion has been determined! Master Revali!” The crowd roared again before quieting for Zelda’s final determination.

“As a representative of the Royal Kingdom, and Oracle in the fight against Ganon. I am honored to grant you, Master Revali, the title of Rito Champion and handler of Vah Medoh. Will you claim your title and aid us?”

For a moment Revali remained silent before standing tall, wing resting over his chest, before he loudly proclaimed, “I will gladly join your fight!”

With that, the real celebration began. Music played loudly, and soldiers cheered, congratulating the Rito on his victory. Link could pick out some unhappy faces, most likely family members of the other competing warriors. But they did not last for long,the atmosphere of hope and celebration quickly overshadowed any lingering disappointment. Kaneli’s voice rose over the crowd, though it was nearly drowned out by the noise, “and as per tradition! Master Revali will be allowed to spar any Champion of his choice as a demonstration of skill! Who will you choose?”

The crowd settled once more as Revali’s gaze swept over the group. Link assumed Revali would choose from the Rito warriors who had competed earlier, but something about the situation felt off. He hadn’t allowed himself to relax, and now his instincts prickled with unease.

Revali, basking in the attention, puffed out his feathers and tapped his beak thoughtfully, drawing out the moment to savor the suspense. The crowd held its breath in collective unison, anticipating building.

Finally, after a painfully long pause, his sharp eyes landed on Link, and a smirk curled at the corner of his beak. Link felt the weight of the moment settle over him, the other shoe dropping exactly as he’d expected, when he predicted the words that were inevitably spoken, “I choose Link, Champion of Hyrule.”

A ripple of surprise swept through the crowd, murmurs rising among the onlookers. Zelda’s expression mirrored the crowd’s shock as she turned to Revali, “Are you certain? I don’t think it is necessary-”

“I am certain, Princess,” Revali interrupted, his tone smooth and confident, “What better way to demonstrate my strength than against the famed Knight of Hyrule? It will be a match to remember!”

Link straightened himself, standing to his full height. His expression carefully neutral. He stepped forward, every movement deliberate and composed, as the weight of everyone’s gaze settled on him. Revali’s smug grin only grew wider.

“Do you accept, Link?” Kaneli asked, his voice cutting through the murmurs.

He nodded without hesitation.

The pair was led to an open space that ensured neither combatant had any clear advantage. Revali stood confidently across from him as Link drew his sword. Zelda and the others moved to the edge of the sparring ground with the crowd, ensuring they would have a good view of the match. Urbosa seemed amused, while Mipha’s face was tight with concern.

Revali flourished his bow with a dramatic spin, drawing a cheer from the Rito onlookers.

Zelda approached him briefly, as Link ensured that his gear was ready. Her low enough that only he could hear. “Link, be careful,” she murmured, “Revali’s pride is…delicate. You don’t need to win. Just-”

Link gave her a small, reassuring smile and a quick nod. He already understood. This wasn’t just a fight, it was a performance, a chance to maintain unity among the Champions that Zelda so desperately wanted to foster. Even as he acknowledged the fine balance, he couldn’t suppress his own drive. He wanted to win, not just for show, but to prove himself. The doubt had eaten at him for a long while, and now, there was a sliver of something else; the spark of an old rivalry, a reminder that he had more to offer than anyone might expect.

His sword caught the sunlight, a reflective line shining on his face. Vibrant blue eyes locked with Revali’s, a twitch of his lips and the readiness in his being, reminded Revali exactly who he was up against.

Kaneli called out, “Champions take your positions.”

Link braced himself, muscles tensing, before he forced himself to relax. A bell rang, and with that, Revali took to the air, wings beating powerfully as he hovered above the ground. “Let’s make this interesting shall we?” He called, his voice carrying, “first to land three hits wins.”

He took the cue, and quickly grabbed his shield and stood ready. His eyes were tracking every movement, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to the Rito’s flamboyance. Revali wasted no time, soaring even higher into the air before releasing a quick volley of arrows. Link sidestepped the first and raised his shield to deflect the others, the sound of metal meeting wood ringing out sharply.

“Too slow, Hylian,” Revali taunted, swooping low in a blur of speed. He aimed another arrow, this one powered by a gust of wind, sending it at him in a rapid spiral. He rolled to the side, it grazed his shoulder, but it was not enough to cause damage. He hoped Revali wasn’t aiming for damage.

Link used that momentum of the roll to spring back to his feet, trying to determine what the best move was. Revali’s agility was unmatched, and he used it to his full advantage, circling him like a predator. “You’re going to have to do better than that,” he called, firing another shot. This time Link decided that he wasn’t going to dodge. Instead, he raised his shield and angled it so that it deflected the arrow back toward Revali. The Riot warrior twisted midair, narrowly avoiding the projectile, but the maneuver caused him to lose altitude.

He seized the opening, dashing forward and leaping into the air with as much speed he could muster. Which always seemed surprising. His sword struck true, landing a clean tap against his side. He made sure it didn’t penetrate or hurt the other. However, the Rito squawked in surprise, the crowd letting out a collective gasp.

“One to zero,” Kenali called out. Link landed hard on the ground, stepping back into a defensive stance. He couldn’t let himself get confident.

Revali scowled, his feathers ruffling in irritation. “Lucky hit,” he muttered, regaining his composure. He launched himself back into the air this time his flying appearing more erratic and unpredictable. He loosened another volley of arrows, each one aimed with precision.

He anticipated the attack, using his shield to block a majority of them with a causal sidestep. But even then he could not let himself lose sight of the other, patience and timing would be his greatest ally in beating the other.

Revali dove again, this time attempting a direct strike with his bow. He managed to duck at the last moment, spinning and using the flat of his sword to tap Revali’s wing as he passed. It wasn’t hard, but it was enough to count.

“Two to zero,” Kenali yelled again. This time the crowd murmured louder, a mix of awe rushing through the crowd. Link saw Revali’s beak tighten, and more a moment he feared he had pushed the Rito too far. However, a quick smirk and gleam of determination assured him he was wrong. There was still wind beneath his wings.

“Not bad,” he said, “but I’m just getting started!”

He unleashed a powerful gust of wind, forcing Link to brace himself. The Rito used the opportunity to dive in low, he fired an arrow. It was at a close range that he was forced to use the shield to block it. With Revali’s speed it allowed an opportunity for the Rito to brush his side with the tip of his bow. Unlike Link’s blows this one was hard, rough enough to almost knock the wind out of him.

“Two to one,” Kaneli announced. This time the crowd erupted in cheers as Revali circled back, his confidence restored.

Link adjusted his grip on his sword expression unchanging. He needed a way to end this that would allow the other to keep his pride. It was Zelda’s wish. As Revali prepared for another attack, he quickly sheathed his sword and drew his bow instead.

Revali raised an eyebrow, intrigued, “Finally decided to fight me on equal footing have you?”

Link didn’t respond, his focus narrowing as he knocked an arrow and took aim. Revali swooped low, anticipating the shot, his wings carrying him with unpredictable movements. The crowd watched in tense silence, eyes darting between the two of them.

Revali’s strategy as clear-stay agile, stay untouchable. His confidence seemed to bloom in taunts, “You’ll have to be fast to hit me again, Hylian!” Link let that taunt roll off like water. Revali shot another arrow, he rolled out of the way, but it was followed with a burst of speed. Revali entered a tight spiral, a gust of wind throwing Link off balance.

He attempted to dig his heels into the ground and use his shield to block the rush of air, but it gave Revali the opening he needed.

In one swift motion, Revali spun midair and struck Link’s shoulder with the flat edge of his bow. The wood hitting his bone with a sharp crack. He wanted to hiss in pain but he swallowed it, refraining from making his next blow hurt.

“Two to two!” Kaneli announced, the crowd cheering wildly again, now it was either Champions’ victory. The Rito erupted in celebration at their
Champion’s comeback, everyone impressed by Revali’s precision. The Rito puffed out his chest, confidence fully restored.

Link adjusted his grip on his bow, expression calm and unreadable. Revali circled high above, his feathers gleaming in the sunlight as he addressed the crowd. “I told you, didn't I? The Knight of Hyrule is no match for me!” His voice was full of bravado, Link had to keep himself from rolling his eyes. But there was a glimmer of respect in Revali’s gaze, there always was.

The Rito dove again, it was faster, faster than anything else so far. But the movements were erratic. Link had seconds to react as another volley of arrows were unleashed. He dodged one and deflected another with his shield, but Revali used the distraction to close the distance between them.

Quickly Link tumbled out of the way, Revali narrowly missed him. He raised an eyebrow at the harsh move, but didn’t let up, darting to try and land another strike. This time, Link didn’t hesitate. He drew an arrow and timed the shot perfectly. The arrow flew true, grazing the edge of Revali’s wing forcing the other to falter and land abruptly before he had charged at him.

“Three to two! Link wins!” Kaneli’s voice cut through the roaring crowd. There was surprise on some faces. And Revali stood for a moment catching his breath, his feathers ruffled at the abrupt ending.

Link lowered his bow, walking forward and stopping close to the other, ensuring that the other was not injured. Revali caught his breath, his expression unreadable at first. But with a slow smirk, he stood tall, brushing himself off, “Not bad, Hylian. Not bad at all,” he said loud enough for the crowd to hear.

Everyone erupted in applause, the tension dissolving into celebration. Revali stepped closer to Link, voice lowered so that only he could hear, “just so you know…I knew you were holding back. But…I’ll admit, you made it entertaining.”

His lips curled into a smile, “you gave them a fight to remember. That’s what matters.”

Revali scoffed, though it was lighter than before, “I’ll take that as a compliment…this time.”

The two turned to the crowd, atmosphere one of respect. Zelda approached them both, launching to tightly hug Link. “That was remarkable! Both of you!”

Revali puffed out his chest, “a match worthy of legends”

“I admit,” Urbosa said walking over, “I thought you were going to best Link at the end.” Revali puffed out in pride. Daruk laughed while walking beside her, “nonsense, Link is a master, I never doubted him!”

Mipha observed both of them, ensuring that neither were hurt. However, it took only a moment for her to come to the satisfying conclusion that all blows and attacks had merely been to graze. Some more than others Link thought bitterly rolling his shoulder, “I admit, it was quite an impressive spar!”

Zelda cleared her throat, “Master Revali, allow me to introduce your fellow Champions.” She gestured to Urbosa and Daruk, “this is Lady Urbosa from Gerudo, and Master Daruk, the representative from the Goron. And-” she turned, offering Miph a a place by her side, “is Princess Mipha from the Zora.”

Revali bowed in front of all of them, “it is a pleasure to fight by your side,” he offered graciously, before standing up, “even you Link.” That time he rolled his eyes. The expression causing Zelda to snort. Revali seemed to recognize the shock on Mipha’s face, before he quickly applied some context, “Link took up training for a little bit here. We go way back, like close friends!”

Urbosa nodded, seemingly pleased, “good, history can become a source of great strength.”

Kaneli was hustling towards all of them, by now parts of the crowd had parted making it easier for the chief to push through, “I hope you were all pleased with the ceremony, and you Master Link are okay with the sudden sparing.” Link did not miss the side eye that Kaneli gave Revali, it was a mild scold at best, most likely out of fear of angering him.

However, Link raised his hand to ease anything, showing how casually he took it. In reality, aside from the initial shock it did not bother him at all. Besides, he was walking away as the victor of it, “will you allow our village to graciously host you all one last evening.”

Zelda looked around to gauge the reactions of everyone, smiling faces and assuring nods, reassured that no one would protest the idea. Firmly she nodded, “of course.”

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It was that evening that another party was thrown, a bountiful banquet where Link was certain everyone in the village had been invited. Zelda had probably asked him for the millionth time if he was comfortable attending the event. He appreciated the sentiment; however, he feared his absence would be more of a stir than it was worth.

Thus, hesitation aside, he resolved to keep himself, enjoying the festivities from his own chosen place of comfort. They were gathered in the large field where the sparring match had taken place earlier that day. Younger Rito were still running around, attempting to retrieve arrows that had been buried in the ground, reminders of the match.

At the center of the venue was a large bonfire. Women performed a traditional dance, the bells of their skirts jingling as feathers swirled through the smoke like props in their routine. As usual, Link sat next to Zelda. Her eyes held a giddy gleam as she watched everything; displays of new cultures had always fascinated her.

Food was served in piping hot rounds, something that brought Daruk an astounding level of joy, “this is a feast,” he grunted, happily taking another portion of bread and meat. Warm butter dripped from the bread, falling onto the ground in little droplets.

He watched as the dirt around Daruk became splattered by the occasional moisture. Sauces and mushrooms accompanied the meat pies and skewers, the smell was thick and rich. Along with it were drinks, Zelda of course declined anything alcoholic, but Urbosa was nursing a small glass of wine, and Revali seemed to just take joy in being served.

Beside his sat Revali, giving Link plenty of time to listen as the Rito explained the regiment of his training to other warriors and village members.

It was met with ‘oohs’ and gasps, shortly followed by praises for his dedication to his role. Link thought Revai was an admirable warrior. Even with their contrasting humility, Link could tell that Revali deserved the recognition. Despite the bragging, the thread of his dedication rang true through it all. The sparring match earlier had proven that to him.

“And just when I thought I was surely going to fall,” he chuckled, “I was able to get a gust under my winds, sending me up as high as I needed to!”

Link’s ears seemed to snap back to reality. The words were decorated with a dramatic swing of his wings, as younger Rito looked up in awe.

“Remarkable,” Urbosa interjected with a small smirk, “though with your demonstration I should say I expected nothing less.” Her tone remained rich, even when it was lower, the sincerity hidden behind an edge.

Revali sucked in a breath of air, offering a relaxed smile, “it’s only natural,” he offered on the exhale, “a warrior of my caliber must always be prepared to adapt, to overcome, to-”

“-boast endlessly?” Daruk rumbled with a hearty laugh, hands full of skewers and bread. Mipha giggled lightly. There was a large smile on the Goron’s face, “I’m starting to think the bow isn’t your greatest weapon but your words!”

Link saw the forced smile that Revali gave, beak tightened, “ah Daruk, it’s hardly bragging if it's true!” Revali’s gaze flickered over to him, and he continued to sit in silence. Content with listening, there was no need for him to say anything. Laughter continued to bubble up at the table. Even with his general wariness, he allowed himself to lean back slightly, while still maintaining a blank expression, unreadable in the flickering flames.

“Of course it’s true,” Zelda chimed in, ever the diplomat, her hands were folded neatly, offering a pride filled complement to soothe the other, “your skill is undeniable!” However, it seemed like she could not leave it at that. She turned to Link, and with an encouraging smile on her lips, “and Link, your performance was equally admirable!”

Revali seemed to stiffen at the momentary change in topic, and the shift of attention. He seemed to force his feathers smooth, offering a polite nod, “yes of course Link. The Knight of Hyrule is bound to have his…merits.” It was a careful tone, as if each word had a weight attached to it.

Daruk, unaware of any tension, slapped his knee with a booming laugh, “that’s high praise coming from you! You’d better frame that compliment Link!”

Urbosa raised an eyebrow as well, seeming to think of a comment but inevitably leaving it to herself. This did not stop Revali from attempting to speak some form of retort, but his eyes darted to Link again. The Hylian had yet to say a word. Simply looking at the other with a calm composure.

To Link, it felt like the silence had stretched for a moment too long, broken by music and dancing. The crowd around them was no longer interested in their banter. Instead favoring to partake in the traditions and feast. The light of the bonfire continued to flicker, casting shadows across everyone’s face. Embers crackling into the sky. Revali shifted uncomfortably, clicking his tongue before looking away, “well,” he said, clearing his throat, “it’s no surprise. He’s the silent type after all.”

“Sometimes silence can speak more than words,” Mipha offered, giving both of them a friendly smile, her voice barely carrying across the audible chaos around them, “I think in Link’s case it speaks volumes.”

“That's one way to put it,” Revali huffed, prompting a quiet chuckle from Urbosa.

Link didn’t respond, his eyes drifted to his own untouched plate of food. Beside the wooden dish sat a cup filled with some form of alcoholic beverage. He refrained from touching anything. Perhaps he wasn’t hungry. Or perhaps the memory of the last celebration he had attended still hung too heavy. Either way, he wasn’t inclined to risk it, even with the others around him.

A young Rito pulled Revali’s attention away, asking something about finishing his story, “right,” he beamed, “so, as I was saying, the key to mastering flight, even in unfavorable conditions-”

The conversation slowly broke again, with all the attention shifting back to Revali. Zelda leaned slightly closer to Link, “are you okay?” Concern flickered in her expression, eyes reflecting a dancing flames that seemed to feed into the anxiety.

Link quickly reassured her with a small nod and faint smile, he was trying to be.

“Are you sure,” she pressed, glancing briefly toward Revali, who was now back to making large, animated gestures.

Once more, he nodded, solidifying her confidence that he truly was okay, or at least trying to be.

“Very well,” Zelda conceded, sitting back and turning her attention to the bonfire dancers. She allowed her concern to fade away under the guise of intense concentration.

The rest of the evening seemed to pass away in a blur. Link found that between the travel, sparing, and bridge collapse a mere day ago, he was exhausted.

With a quiet squeeze of Zelda’s hand, he excused himself, gathering his weapons and walking back to the hut they had been staying in. It took him mere moments to get comfortable, changing into his loose-fitting night garments. Thick socks hugged his feet, and the blankets they had been provided were beyond warm and comfortable. He felt snug.

It seemed like it was the first time that he had a moment to himself to process. To feel his body dare to relax. It started with a slow breath, allowing himself to access the aches in his body and where tension still lingered. It was odd to finally pinpoint the pressure points that had caused so much tightness. He realized, with no small amount of guilt, that in his fear, he had been neglecting himself. Patching wounds instead of treating them properly. In many ways, he had Zelda to thank for finally breaking through his silence. Sharing his pain had lifted a weight off his chest.

Slowly he exhaled, his fingers twitched as some tension in his shoulders vanished. The knot in his stomach easing slightly, only protesting when his gut growled in hunger. He climbed into the hammock, resting his head back, letting the gentle motion rock him. His hands rested lightly on his stomach, his skin feeling almost foreign beneath his palms. A shiver ran up his spine, and as he opened his eyes, he caught slivers of the night sky through the cracks in the hut. Everything was taking on a surreal form.

For the first time in what felt like forever, Link felt a fleeting sense of peace, an existence separate from the shame and trauma that had weighed him down. He felt, for a moment, like a person again.

The scars on his hips itched, pulling him back with their ever present reminders. They told stories, some of failure, others of triumph. They were etched into his skin as proof of survival. He closed his eyes again and let his mind wander. For a brief moment, he floated his thoughts empty and still. Then came a flicker of nostalgia, carried on by the scents surrounding him, the blooming plants on the cliff sides.

The memories carried him to his past, back to his training days among the Rito. Learning the ways of the bow had been a privilege granted to few Hylians. He remembered the crisp morning dew, the sun glinting off the rock walls, and the feeling of his hair brushing made for someone else, the wood firm beneath his fingers. He took a steady breath, releasing the arrow.

His thoughts shifted to the day he was deemed a Champion, the day he emerged from the forest with the Master Sword in his grip. Energy pulsed through his arm as the Koroks jingled behind him. Zelda had ben the first to meet his eyes. They had been so young when fate had claimed them. Even then, his title hadn’t felt real until much later.

For so long, he had taken the burden of knowing that if he faltered, the kingdom would fall. He had been the safety net. But then of course, who was there to save him when he fell?

A searing pain jolted him back to the present, his muscles tensing as he gasped for air. He recognized the sharp, haunting sensation. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to ease. Focus on the weight of the blanket, the feeling of his palms pressed against his body.

“You should have been stronger-” The voice growled, low and cutting, and Link’s head turned sharply. He was strong. He had proved it time and time again.

“See how easy you break-” he jerked involuntarily at the memory. But he hadn’t break. He had endured, pushed himself beyond his limits . Those words, heavy with blame, sought to absolve the Zora who had inflicted them upon him.

The turmoil threatened to pull him under, to drag him into the dark space he dreaded. Desperately, Link clung to the here and now, grounding himself in a memory that could hold him steady. Without hesitation, his mind turned to her.

Zelda

Her warm smile, her golden hair. The kindness that shone through her every gesture. Link forced himself to think of that. Focus on her poise, her elegance, something that couldn’t be taught. He imagined the way her hands held his, grounding him. The contact so soft and gentle, like a butterfly kiss. Her green eyes anchored him, pulling him back.

She was his closest friend, someone he relied on more than he ever let on. He wasn’t thinking of the grass against his skin, or the roaring sound of a waterfall, filling his ears. Instead, he imagined crickets singing, her soothing voice beside him. It rid his mind of the nightmares and twisted snarls that would plague him. Her presence chased away the darkness, leaving him with a steady mind, heart settling into a steady rhythm.

“Going to bed so soon?”

His eyes snapped open at the voice. In the dim light, he spotted Revali leaning casually against a wooden post. His dark feathers glistened under the flickering torch light. But even in the darkness, he did not miss the glint in Revali’s eye, “one would consider it rude to leave festivities so early.”

Link moved carefully, pushing himself up with a faint grunt, his body still sore. He didn’t want to talk, didn’t plan to. But Revali, ever persistent, seemed determined to get under his skin. It was this very difference that seemed to constantly put them at ends with each other. Revali was a character built off of words, bolstered by actions. Language was how he thrived. And Link served as his inverse, a Champion built only on actions.

“You don’t have anything to say?” Revali scoffed, the sound cutting through the tranquil mood, “you can’t keep going like that forever.”

Even with his sharp tone, Link stayed quiet. Taking in whatever the other had to say.

“I don’t understand you,” the Rito finally hissed, his voice rising, “you have the title at your fingertips, the chance of a lifetime, and you take it all in silence? You could be rallying people, inspiring them, building a community up. But instead you leave it to others, and let them use your name however they see fit?”

Link understood the frustration. He had struggled with it himself once. But his silence wasn’t weakness; it was strength. His role had never been about rallying cries or grand speeches. He was a pillar of resolve, a quiet presence for others to lean on. For a moment his face twisted in mild contempt. Thankfully the darkness hid that, and Rito were not known for their ability to see in the dark.

He didn’t appreciate the other trying to come in and lecture him on his role and how he should best accomplish it.

Revali waited for a moment longer, “I don’t see why so many trust you so blindly.” He heard the Rito scoff. With the final jab, Revali turned around, the district thick in his lingering tone. Even if they seemed to be on mutual ground, Link knew that there were some differences that were too deep to mend over a simple spar.

Link remained where he was, sinking back into the comfort of the hammock. The silence returned, heavy and familiar. He didn’t try to break it.

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Zelda entered the tent as silently as she could, Mipha giggling behind her. The two were both exhausted from the party. After Link left, the two had gotten dragged into the mass dancing circle. Zelda could not remember the last time she had done something so unplanned and had so much fun.

She stumbled over a bag, falling to the ground. She held in another burst of laughter. ‘
“Careful,” Mipha whispered, but they both wore the same amused expressions. Slowly, she stood back up, giving her friend one last hug before they departed for the evening.

“I had so much fun,” Mipha added.

She quickly nodded in agreement watching the other walk away.

Exhaustion quickly took over. She was full and sore. Zelda had spent hours dancing with Mipha, relishing the feeling of carefree joy. But now, separated from the large flames and rowdy music, which could still be heard clearly, she realized how quiet the tent felt in comparison. It wasn’t as cold as the night before, or perhaps she had simply been sweating that much. Looking over, she noticed Link lying in his hammock, his breathing soft.

“Link, are you awake?”

There was no immediate answer. She was going to leave it at that, but she heard a quiet hum. Turning briefly to grab one of her robes, she was startled when she turned back to find his eyes locked on her. Zelda let out a small yelp, startled by his sudden alertness.

“Holy-” Her hand flew to her chest as her heartbeat slowly steadied, “I didn’t expect you to be awake.”
When he spoke, his voice was groggy, but despite the obvious fatigue he was already pushing himself up, “do you need anything?”

Of course, he asked that first. She shook her head, “no, no.” He nodded slowly, before leaning back down.

Zelda hurried to change in the darkness, “I think we will have to postpone our departure until the afternoon…Revali and Daruk had a little too much fun.”

She kept her voice light, refraining from grinning too widely. Her cheeks ached from smiling so much, her face starting to feel like putty.

Link yawned and stretched, propping himself up fully, “I’ll have everything ready by noon then.”

The rasp in his voice almost completely drowned out his tone, “did you have fun,” he asked. She nodded, turning her back so that she could change with some privacy, “yes, I did.”

“I got to dance in the circles, well Mipha and I did. And they were playing these amazing instruments,” she said as she moved around fumbling in the dark for her things, “I kind of want to learn one of them, they just sound so pretty.”
Finally when she had grabbed everything and shoved it into her sack, Zelda felt like she could get off her aching feet.

“I’m glad you had fun, you can still hear the music too,” Link said, straining to see if he could notice the continuing festivities.

She nodded, “did you have a good time?”

He shrugged, “I was glad to be in your company,” he offered. She understood the response. From her knowledge last time he attended a celebration-

“You weren’t uncomfortable were you,” she whispered, feeling slightly guilty if Link had felt obligated to attend to be with her.

Link shook his head, “no.”

“Are you feeling alright?”

There was a drawn out silence, “I’m feeling better.”

She nodded. That pull she had felt from him, his tension and struggle seemed to have lessened after their confrontation. In its place ws something warmer: relief. Even if he wasn’t completely healed which she didn’t expect knowing he wasn’t immediately struggling gave her hope.

Zelda gratefully bundled herself under her blanket, easing into the softness of her makeshift bed. Her sleep was filled with a more hopeful nature. That underlying thread of worry was gone, allowing her to channel her focus back to Hylia and her connection.

The sound of movement woke her.

There was a light click and she opened her eyes just as Link was slipping through one of the flaps, letting in a sliver of sunlight. She nuzzled deeper into the blankets, savoring the easy moments before their journey resumed. The music had stopped, replaced by the gentle whistling of birds.

Occasionally, she heard a click or the creak of wood as people moved about. She couldn’t tell if it was early morning or not. Link always seemed to wake up with enough time to prepare, ensuring everything was ready for the group. In some ways, she took that for granted; with him around, she didn’t have to worry about time or scrambling to pull things together at the last minute. He was always prepared.

Still, since she was awake, there was little point in lying there. Carefully this time, she climbed out of the hammock. Her bare feet brushed against the rough wooden texture, grazing the woven carpet in the center of the room. Link had tidied everything up, leaving only her clothing bag behind her. She considered changing, but instead moved to pull back one of the canvases to open up the space.

Light spilled inside the darker room. Resting her arms on the wooden beams, she looked at the clear blue sky. It was radiant, spotted with fluffy white clouds. Everything had fallen into an easy lull. A breeze moved through the tend, blowing her hair and nightgown slightly.

She closed her eyes, letting herself enjoy the moment of peace. The world felt so vast, and she couldn’t help but wonder what her future would hold when this was all over. Would she take a more supportive role at her father’s side? Or potentially it would give her and Link time to finally go on their own adventures together, allowing her to continue her research.

`It seemed daunting to suddenly have so much free time, and part of her wondered if Link would stay by her side. What if he wanted to leave? Her stomach dropped at that idea, chest tightening. He had been by her side for so long, and she felt like they were just starting to get closer. She dreaded the idea of him leaving. She wondered if that was just their friendship, or if she was growing fond of him.

Thinking about him, his smile, kindness…it made her flush. But at the same time, knowing about his trauma. She doubted if he even wanted a relationship, or if he would be too ashamed to pursue her as a partner. Her fingers traced the edge of the beam. She had always thought of love as something that happened naturally, like a flower blooming in spring.

But with Link, it felt more complicated. She had grown to understand how the unspoken bond between them felt, it was a product of their shared growth and struggles. Was that love? Or something else entirely? She looked around the scenery, gorgeous mountains standing tall and unwavering. She wondered about the history that came before them, how many young women had stared at them and wondered the exact same thing? How many people had found their soulmates in their shadow?

Whatever it was, she didn’t feel ready to define it. There was too much at stake, too much she didn’t understand-about him, and about herself. But she knew that she didn’t want to lose what they already had. Being with Link gave her a kind of peace she hadn’t known before. He never demanded anything from her, didn’t pressure her to be anything other than herself.

It tied back into the knot of her fear. If he left, that comfort would disappear. She was afraid of what the loneliness could bring. But Zelda didn’t want to go down that path. She forced herself to steady her breathing. Whatever was to come, she would face when the time was right. She was going to have to wait and see if whatever they had blossomed into something more. But no matter what she was determined to hold it close to her heart.

The sound of footsteps outside the tent pulled her from her thoughts. Link had come back through the flaps, his hair pulled back, clothes neatly worn. He looked the same as he always did, the Champion of Hyrule. He offered her a faint smile, cheeks a little pink from the cold.

“Good morning,” she said softly, voice warmer than she expected. He moved over to her side, looking out at the view, “it’s beautiful here,” he muttered. Voice carrying the rasp it always had, indicating that these were the first words he had spoken.

“It really is.” She looked back out, tearing her gaze away from his face. Whatever she was feeling, she realized one thing with absolute certainty: she was glad he was here.

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The peace of the early morning of course, had to come to an end. Inevitably, they couldn’t stay looking at the mountains together forever. Zelda had to get ready, and Link had to finish traveling preparations. She was braiding her hair when he took her bag, offering one last parting glance before he left.

When it was in fact time to go, Link was not the one to retrieve her. Instead Mipha and Urbosa came walking in,

“Are you ready,” the Zora asked?

She nodded, “did the two of you have a good morning?”

They all slowly began to make their way back to the stables, passing the individuals living their everyday lives.

Revali was standing near Link, who was tending to the horses.

“I am not riding one of those again,” Mipha grumbled to her, tightening her fluffy coat around her body. Urbosa nodded, “understandable with all things considered. How about you accompany me then?”

Zelda hummed to herself, it was a fine idea. She didn’t know if Link would be able to find another horse anyway. However, the Hyrule Champion had been known to outsource a steed when it was convenient.

Mipha and Urbosa continued a simple conversation, while she half heartedly listened. But her mind was focused elsewhere. Even as Link and Revali fussed in each other’s space they both kept things cordial, but she would be a fool not to see the underlying tension that separated the two.

Revali had his arms crossed, observing the other work with a bemused expression, “I don’t understand why you put so much effort into saddling those beasts? You know I could scout ahead har faster than they could carry us,” his tone held the usual arrogance and a hint of teasing.

“So you’re going to carry all of us?” Link offered, the sarcasm thick.

The brief comment had Revali looking almost shocked. He huffed and looked away, “well I am not riding one either,” he declared, “I do not trust my well being to something that walks on four legs and is startled at every gust of wind.”

Daruk was last, walking down the hill with a smirk on his face, “I thought you were just scared of falling off!”

The chuckles could be heard, though Mipha did not seem to find the comment amusing. Revali snapped his beak-like nose in the direction of the Goron, “falling off? Hardly! I leave the clumsy antics to-”

He could not finish his sentence before Daruk tripped on an exposed tree root, his massive body tumbling forward. A series of thuds and grunts could be followed as he finally ended at a halt in front of them. For a moment everyone remained too stunned to speak, before Urbosa threw her head back in laughter as she went to help the other up, “I stand corrected-falling off might not be excluded to horses Revali.”

The Goron accepted the gesture and offered a new sheepish grin, “guess I got a little too excited, nothing wrong with that I suppose!”

Mipha landed an eye to the other, “are you hurt?”

“Don’t worry,” Daruk said, puffing out his chest, “I’m made of tougher stuff than that, it takes a lot more than a little fall to hurt me!”

Zelda smiled at the scene. It was easy to forget the gravity of everything when everyone was acting like people, not regal Champions with the fate of a world placed on their shoulders.

Still, Revali held on to the earlier jab, his pride clearly ruffled.

“Let’s just hope you don’t tumble off a cliff next time. I’m not about to carry you back up.”

Urbosa’s eyes locked onto the Rito. While there was amusement in her tone, there was also an underlying note of warning.
“Revali, be kind. Daruk’s stamina puts most of us to shame.”
Once again it was Revali’s turn to surrender, “fine, fine.”

Link looked back at her, his sudden idleness informing her that everything was prepared and accounted for.

Zelda clasped her hands together, “alright everyone. Let’s not waste anymore time. The sooner we leave, the sooner we’ll get to the Temple and get out of the cold!”

She looked over at her Champion, who nodded in agreement. Revali shook himself off before propelling himself into the air, circling around them.

Slowly everyone mounted their respected form of transportation, as the journey began she felt a moment of gratitude. Despite the bickering and jokes, she truly felt at home among them. Link let out a small grunt as he got Epona in motion, allowing her to get in pace with her stride and journey together. Urbosa motioned her horse behind them with Daruk rolling at their side. Revali had taken a position a little bit further ahead, she appreciated the effort, only hoping Link did not take much offense to the other’s attempt at guiding.

Link looked up at the sky, letting out a curious hum, “I wonder if he knows where we’re going. I didn’t exactly tell him.”

She let out an amused gasp, “Link-” she teasingly scolded. He looked at her, a smirk on his face, giving her an innocent shrug, before turning back forward and leading them onward.

Unlike before, the journey went a little smoother this time. There wasn’t a treacherous crossing that threatened potential harm. Instead, the only real concern was the harsh cold of the mountains. It didn’t take long for the dirt paths to be covered in thick, compact snow, and the winds to blow even harsher. Thankfully, everyone had dressed in warm winter clothes, prepared for the biting chill.

However, Zelda would admit that even though she was bundled, somehow the frost kept seeping through. Revali remained steadfast and above, but with the growing winds he had to drop lower and lower until he was practically gliding at her height. At some point, they passed a Herba benchmark, and the weather worsened. Snow whipped past them in every direction, making it nearly impossible to see.

“Link,” she yelled, voice barely audible over the harsh wind, “I don’t think we can keep going. It’s just getting worse!”

She could barely make out his figure, but the group had come to a complete stop. Quickly Link pulled out a rope from his bag, it was long and thick, for the first time in a long time, she heard the other speak at a full volume. His voice cut through the ice and snow with clear command.

“There is nowhere we can stop but the stable.”

Her stomach sank at the idea. She stared at the rope in his hands, her heart pounding against her ribs as the icy wind attacked them. Snow stung her cheeks and clung to her eyelashes, the storm growing fiercer with every passing moment.

“Everyone,” he was almost screaming over the elements now, “hold on this rope, we’re going single file! Don’t let go no matter what!”

He left no room for argument, and even Revali remained silent, his feathers dusted with frost as he attempted to remain on his two feet.

She looked over at the Rito, “Revali, get onto Storm, we’ll travel together! It’s too strong for you to keep flying.”

“What,” he squawked, “princess I assure you-”

Link turned to him, his expression sharp with disbelief at the Rito’s persistent pride.

“Get on the horse,” he said firmly, his blue eyes cutting through Revali’s resolve.

It almost seemed like Revali was going to protest or attempt to argue further. However, one good gust of wind had the Rito muttering and climbing onto Zelda’s horse behind her. Talons gripped the saddle awkwardly, but it gave him something to tightly hold onto and steady himself.

“Daruk, you’ll bring up the rear,” Link finally continued, his voice calm, “keep the rope taut and make sure no one gets left behind.” Daruk took his palace at the end of the line behind Urbosa and Mipha, “you got it little guy!”

Urbosa nodded in approval, ensuring that Mipha was secured behind her. The poor Zora clung tightly to Urbosa, her face buried in the coat. Zelda gripped Storm’s reins tightly as Link secured the rope to his waist and then to Epona, leaving enough slack for everyone to attach themselves. By the time Zelda felt the rope pull taut from Daruk at the rear, she could barely see anything in front of her.

Zelda urged Storm to follow as the rope tugged her forward. The situation weighed heavily on her like a stone in her stomach, mixing uneasily with the admiration she felt. Even amidst the turmoil, Link led with such confidence that his focus seemed unshakable, even as the storm raged around them. They moved forward slowly, hooves and boots crunching through the snow. The bitter cold seeped into everything, and Zelda could hardly keep her eyes open against the blinding white. The storm enveloped them completely, swirling masses of snow cutting at her cheeks. At times, she thought she caught a fleeting glimpse of Epona through the flurries, but it was gone just as quickly.

Storm struggled to stay on the path, shaking and huffing as though he, too, was disoriented by the endless white. “Zelda,” Revali muttered, his voice stripped of its usual arrogance, replaced by concern as they teetered. She couldn’t see if there was an edge or something more making it difficult to travel in their pointed direction.

She focused on steadying her horse, “I’m tying,” she replied tightly, her voice barely audible.

Minutes dragged on as she fought to keep Storm in line. Link didn’t call back, she assumed he was focused on leading them safely through the storm. Suddenly, Daruk’s booming voice carried from the back, breaking through the chaos.

“Keep it up everyone! We’re Goron tough-we can handle this!”

Zelda tightened her grip on the rope, drawing strength from the words and trusting that the path they were on would bring them all to safety. Occasionally she could feel a tug on the rope in front of her, it seemed like it was Link’s way of checking to ensure that everyone was behind him. His pulling force remained unwavering, the trust between them all the difference between life or death. The wind continued to scream around them, piling up with every step.

Her fingers felt numb despite the gloves. Her horse stumbled slightly, hooves sinking into the thick snow.

“We’re almost there,” Link called out, the words serving as a lifeline to everyone. Pulling them forward as the storm continued to batter at them.

And then in the distance she saw a faint light accompanied by a wooden structure. “There it is,” Urbosa called! The delight apparent in her voice.

The pace quickened, Link’s movements deliberate as he guided them toward the shelter. One by one, they arrived, everyone gathering their small bags and heading into the stable. Link remained outside, helping the horses get situated in the new stable. One by one they crossed the threshold, the stable finally providing shelter against the harsh wind and snow. Daruk was the last one to step inside, body trailing large clumps of snow, “we made it,” he said, sitting down with a groan. The stable keeper looked at them in relife. They seemed to be the only people here.

When Link stepped into the stable he was covered in snow and ice. It was attached to his jacket in clumps, hair practically white. Zelda exhaled in relief as they all immediately began to warm up, “we all did,” she sighed.

Revali stood off to the side, ruffling his feathers in frustration. Snow and ice clung to them, the frost stubbornly refusing to shake loose no matter how much he picked and fluffed. His muttering was interrupted when Link knelt nearby and began rummaging through his bag, eventually pulling out a small grooming kit. The main piece was a comb-like tool with curved teeth, its design familiar from Riot shops Zelda had passed through before.

Link offered it to Revali, which he took, attempting to comb as much as he could out himself. However, there were feathers that the other could not reach. Link sat back making eye contact with Revali as he watched him struggle. The Rito did not miss the gesture, he froze the moment he spotted it, “you are not-” he started, feathers bristling as his indignant tone cut through the quiet.

Zelda watched as Revali looked at everyone else in the room, attempting to determine who he would request help from. Mipha and Urbosa were bundled, exhausted, while Zelda remained in the far corner, shivering. She noticed that Revali didn’t even look at Daruk, perhaps considering the other incapable of brushing out the clumps from his delicate feathers.

Link raised an eyebrow in calm defiance, palm opened, waiting for the tool like a challenge. For a moment, they stared at each other, a silent exchange passing between them, their old bond shining through. Link’s patience against Revali’s pride.

Finally, with a huff of reluctant defeat, Revali sat down stiffly, his talons tapping against the wooden floor. “Fine,” he grumbled.

Zelda watched the scene unfold with muted amusement. Link moved behind the Rito and began working methodically, carefully dislodging the chunks of ice and frost from Revali’s feathers. His movements were efficient yet gentle, his focus unwavering. Despite his earlier protests, Revali only huffed quietly as Link worked, his initial resistance fading.

“That was… adequately handled,” Revali muttered when Link finally finished. Though the words carried an air of dignity, there was an unmistakable undertone of grudging gratitude.

Urbosa, sitting nearby, couldn’t help herself. She chuckled as she clapped Revali on the back, perhaps harder than she needed to, nearly knocking him forward. The motion caused Link’s comb to slip, and the hero shot Urbosa an unimpressed look.

“You were practically clinging to that horse like your life depended on it,” Urbosa teased, her tone light but teasingly sharp.

“For all we know, it could have!” Revali protested, feathers puffing up defensively as he turned to glare at her.

The group’s laughter filled the stable, the warmth of their camaraderie chasing away some of the cold that still lingered in their bones. Even Zelda, who had sunk onto one of the beds in exhaustion, couldn’t suppress a small smile.

When the last bits of frost were finally cleared from Revali’s feathers, he quickly put some distance between himself and Link, mumbling a stiff, “Thank you.”

Link gave a faint smirk but didn’t say a word. Instead, he settled himself near the wall, his watchful eyes taking in the group as the tension of the storm began to melt away. Zelda exhaled a long breath, her tangled hair falling into her face as she sank deeper into her seat, finally allowing herself to relax.

Link moved to her side, resting against the wall, “are you alright?” She nodded, “just alarmed. I didn’t expect it to get so bad so quickly.” Link sighed, his face was red for the cold, fingers shoved into his pockets, “Neither did I. Hopefully it lets up soon.” She agreed quietly. Looking out at the fast moving snow, that had begun to pile up in the doorway.

“Is the Temple near here?”

He nodded, “it’ll be a climb down, and back up, but it’s possible. What was your plan?”

She looked up at the ceiling, “I’m hoping that some praying there will help unlock my connection with her fully. I wanted to do a different ritual overall, however, I think it might be best for the Zora domain, I don’t want to do any unnecessary climbing for the others.”

“As you wish,” he said gently.

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When the storm had finally let up, Link felt a rush of relief. He could once again see the sun and the ground outside, covered in a fresh layer of glistening powder. By now everyone had dozed off, but he had elected to remain awake in case the storm had worsened. Zelda was curled up in the sheets, resting. In his mind he was tumbling over the original plan. They had intended to visit multiple springs; however, checking the Sheikah Slate, it practically promised worse weather ahead. They could not stay for long.

Additionally, to climb up and back down the temple might take too long for the entire group. He considered just taking Zelda down alone, that way she could work on building her connection, and it would take pressure off of the weather. Quietly, he stood up, leaning over her and shaking her as gently as he could. Her eyes snapped open, and she looked around for a moment, about to say something.

He held a finger to his lips, indicating for her to be quiet. It took a couple minutes for her to gather her bearings, but they were both able to go outside before alerting anyone, “I think we should go to the temple now,” he finally spoke, both standing at the end of the gorge. She looked at him skeptically, “I thought-”

“If we all go we could get our horses stuck in the blizzard, it’s supposed to get worse. I fear we won’t have enough time.”

Of course if Zelda was certain to have them all enter the Temple together, he would make it happen. However, by then their best option would have been to make it to the Stable by the Rowan Plain, which was rumored to be haunted by a Stalnox. He had played his role long enough to not risk rumors. There was always an edge of truth to them.

The princess remained silent for a moment, before speaking, “if we went now…how much time do we have?”

Link looked up at the sky and then his Slate, “a couple hours?”

She looked back into the stable, both of them listening to the howl of the wind. It only took her only a moment to make up her mind, “then we should go. If we’re quick we can get back before they all wake up.”

He looked back at the mountains, the impending storm looming over. It would be close regardless of what happened. However, Zelda’s connection to the goddess and awakening was still becoming a more pressing priority. They moved back into the tent, Zelda hastily preparing for their descent. Link slipped the stable hand some payment, payment to ensure there was breakfast for the other when they woke up, and that a message was delivered that he and Zelda would be back by noon.

Stepping outside didn’t get easier, the chill seeped into his body, wind carrying gusts of white snow. They were at the ledge again, the Temple standing tall below them.

“How are we getting down?” Zelda asked, looking over the ledge, huddling up in her coat a little bit more. A gust of wind causing specs of snow to get caught in the well maintained fur.

Link slowly removed his gloves. From where they stood, the gorge would have to be scaled. Small divots in the rock offered intermittent resting points, so he was not concerned. But it would be an effort. She seemed to read his mind, her face twisting with semi dread. However, reluctantly, she followed his line of thinking.

She had climbed with him before, the skill wasn’t unfamiliar to her. But she was more uneasy about the drop that was below them. As a safety measure, he attached a rope to her and then himself. His grip was more trained than her, so if she stumbled he would most likely be able to brace himself. Additionally, he had the glider, which he could use in a pinch.

Zelda was the first to go down, he waited for a moment before he followed in her footsteps. Slowly starting to join her in making their way down the cliff. He listened carefully to any grunts she made, or signs of a struggle. This way he could alter their direction to a resting point. Below them, at the bottom of the canyon, the Temple stood tall. It was a well maintained location, polished and cared for by a small group of monks.

Occasionally, wind would brush past them, he could feel her brace herself closer to the wall when that happened. Eventually he felt the slack from beneath her grow taunt, she had gotten both of her feet on the group, patiently waiting for him to join her. The atmosphere in the canyon was stuffy, the warmer atmosphere definitely appreciated over the cold from above.

Zelda had taken her coat off, the long sleeve shirt rolled up as high as she could, sweat beating from her brow, “can’t wait to go back up,” she offered.

He did a quick stretch, following suit in the removal of the warmer clothing. Carefully, he wrapped both of their cloth materials up and stored it behind a rock, the heat would hopefully warm it up so that when it was time for their ascent they would have an extra layer of warmth.

Stepping in through the large arches of the building it was hard not to feel small. He was already short by Hylian standards. White stone glistened in the sun, the aquifer system in the temple caused carefully placed waterfalls to cascade down, mist catching rays of sunlight. Zelda let out a sharp breath, “it’s beautiful,” her voice reverberating through the large hall.

“Greetings,” an old voice cracked to their side.
Hobbling out from around the corner was an older looking man, his cheeks sagged and eyebrows dropped so low that it almost hid his eyes. He smiled at them with crooked teeth, bowing when he recognized Zelda’s face, “my lady,” he whispered, “what brings you to our humble temple?”

She smiled, waving at him, pardoning him of his bow, “I was hoping to have some moments with the goddess’ statue.”

He seemed to understand well, “of course. I can lead you there if you wish.”

“We would both appreciate that greatly,” she said, as the old man was already turning to lead them down one of the many paths.

Link watched carefully as they were brought through one large space after another. Ivory ledges were covered in lush greenery, somehow, the space was able to maintain the constant smell of fresh rain. The air inside remained cool and crisp, even with the humidity levels. Even when his clothes stuck to his skin, and his hair took on a damp texture; he did not find it uncomfortably hot.

If anything, the most tedious part of the temple was the steep steps they had to climb. After scaling the canyon, the sharp incline set his calves ablaze. Link would admit, moments like these always made him acutely aware of his accumulated exhaustion. Finally, the platform steadied and they walked through a final arch, before stepping into a large room at the end of the temple.

Elevated on a platform was a massive statue of the goddess, her hands folded in prayer, the same aloof expression carved into her face. The two of them each had a different moment of marvel. Even with the age of the statue, it still remained polished and flawless.

The monk smiled at them, “this is the oldest place of worship in the kingdom,” he mentioned, “even to this day we ensure that the statue maintains its grandeur.”

“It looks like it was made yesterday,” Zelda observed, no doubt appreciating the craftsmanship and history that went into its creation.

“That’s our hope,” the old man laughed, before bowing again, “I will leave you to your business then, do ask if you need anything.”

Without another word he left, slipping back out and into the massive building. For a moment they both stood there in silence, taking time in the space. Zelda was the first to move, slowly making her way onto the platform and on her knees, clasping her hands together as she began to silently pray.

Link on the other hand, rested on the wall, sitting down and leaning back, at the ready for any sign of trouble. Last time he had connected with the goddess, she had pressed him to break down the wall between him and Zelda. For the sake of the kingdom and the princess. While it had taken potentially longer than the goddess would have liked, the abuse had inevitably been confronted. Yet, it had been a long while since Link had actively prayed for her council.

He used to do it frequently, seeking guidance on what he needed to do to strengthen himself for the journey. Rarely was he met with silence from her. The connection he had with the goddess was strong, he knew that. But, in truth, after watching Zelda grow frustrated over time, he had stopped praying almost out of guilt. It didn’t feel fair for yet another thing to come easily to him when she was working so hard and still struggling.

After they both had settled, the only sounds that remained were Zelda’s quiet murmuring and the gentle flow of water through the channels around them. Occasionally, footsteps echoed in the corridors, and there would be a muttering conversation passing by them. Otherwise it remained peaceful. He kept an eye on her, every so often her brows would furrow and she would bow her head in reverence. He rested his head against the stone, closing his eyes. Even with the rest from the day before, the snow storm had left him aching and exhausted once more.

The feeling itself was expected, by now he should have been used to it. But he never seemed to be able to adjust. The more tired he got, the harder it was to control the anxiety and stress that came from everything around him. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, every so often it threatened to quicken as his mind wandered. The biggest thought was the trip to Zora’s Domain. After his encounter with his…his throat tightened at the idea of using the proper word.

Healing and accepting everything had started to get easier. Confronting his feelings about the past felt less daunting, Zelda had given him a net to fall back on, which served as support when it did overwhelm him. However, not everything healed quickly. Link had been struggling to admit the gravity of it. It was easy to call it trauma or abuse, but there was a heavier word that lingered in the back of his head. The syllables hung heavy on his tongue, he dreaded to think about it that way. In stubbornness, he forced it out of his memory. Instead, he focused on Zelda, who remained hunched over in concentration. They stayed like that for as long as possible, he was careful not to make too much noise or draw her attention away.

Link wished he could make this part easier for her, he always did. But when a chime within the great temple struck, its bells rang loud and clear. It was time for them to go, they needed to get back. Zelda sighed and stood up, fists balled for a moment before she eased herself, “maybe at a different Spring.”

She turned to him, the disappointment clear on her face. Especially after she had been so close a mere week ago. They gathered themselves and began the easier walk outside, preparing to scale the canyon once more.

Not a single word was exchanged as they stepped out of the Temple. Instead, Zelda silently picked up her coat and snuggled into it. She tied her hair back, ensuring that it would not get in her face, and patiently waited for him to put his own jacket on, and get the rope secured around him. This time he went first, making his ascent across the wall. Looking up, he could see the clouds were growing darker. He gritted his teeth and climbed, slowing down when he felt the rope around his waist grow taut.

Every so often he would look down, ensuring that Zelda was safe. Her body was pressed snuggly against the wall, eyes locked on where her hand would move. In a couple ways it was a lot easier up than down. With each movement Link hoisted his body higher and higher, until the snowy edge entered his vision. He only needed to do one final push before he could easily pull himself and subsequently help Zelda up as well. Both of them remained at the edge for a moment, panting at the hasty ascent.

Thunder rippled in the distance, followed by the call of the wind. It rustled their hair, both staring back at the mountain as it seemed to be manifesting the worst gloom it could bring. “There you are,” Urbosa called, stepping out of the stable, seeming to catch their figures from a distance, “you both had us worried!”

Zelda sucked in a sharp breath, “sorry, but I wanted to go to the temple and the weather is supposed to take a turn. We had to move quickly.”

The Gerudo warrior seemed dissatisfied with the rash decision but dipped her head in understanding, “if it had to be done. But we must move quickly, we have prepared everything to continue our journey.” Together they followed her, Link taking a moment to inspect their steeds, making sure that everything was to almost perfection.

Everyone else was quick to move out of the stable, finishing up the last minute preparations. As the group set out, the air remained heavy with the rising storm. Dark clouds began to fill the sky as snowfall began to fall in a gentle lull. Zelda rode beside Link, her expression neutral, maybe on the grimmer side. Her disappointment was apparent. Revali flew above now, happy to be back in the air and at a higher vantage point.

“To think that you still went down to the temple with this threatening weather,” Urbosa commented, the crunch of snow following her words. She glanced over at Zelda, “you could have waited,” she offered, “the goddess would have still been there.”

Zelda smiled faintly, but kept her gaze ahead, “I needed the time,” she admitted, “Waiting isn’t always an option when you’re trying to reconnect with divinity.”

Link gave a small nod of agreement, though his jaw remained tightened. Urbosa’s eyes flicked to him, a glimmer in her eyes as she seemed to suspect he had something to do with it.

“And you Link? What do you think about this?” He shrugged, giving her a nonchalant look.

“Of course,” Urbosa said with a chuckle, “the silent knights agrees with the princess.”

“Probably because he was the brain behind the idea,” Revali huffed from the sky, tone playful. Daruk trudged through the snow, flurries sticking to his hair, but melting on his skin, “well the persistence is admirable.”

As the road wound down into the valley, the group began to spread out, each tending to their own thoughts. Zelda and Link had fallen into an easy pace beside each other, no longer competing against the snow and bad weather.

“Thank you for helping me get to the Temple earlier,” she said quietly. He tilted his head as if to say, of course.

She shook her head, “No, I mean it,” she pressed, “I know how hard these journeys are for you. I can see how tired you are.” He glanced at her, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Zelda sighed, her gaze dropping to the reins in her hands, “I’ve been spending so much time trying to connect with the goddess, and even with the blip, I can still feel the distance between us. It feels like grasping for something just out of reach.”

Light shone in between the leaves of the trees, causing a slight green glow, broken by sunlight to shine on their faces and bodies. In the trees birds rustled, flying away as they passed by. His brow furrowed, before reaching over and giving her hand a brief squeeze. If anyone was capable of figuring it out, it would be her. Her strength and resolve would forge a path for her forward.

She looked at him, meeting his gaze, the turbulence in her expression seeming to soften, “thank you.” She said again quietly.

The path that they had taken was not as direct as Link had hoped. They still had to cut through Central Hyrule, the castle looming in the distance. Occasionally they would pass through a little settlement as well, the farmers and people waving to them, kids running beside them for as long as they could.

In the sky, the sun continued to hang high, the sweet air providing a pleasant journey. Link was hoping that somehow they could make it a little after sunset. However, with their pace, eventually the road began to grow steeper and wetter. The distant waterfalls of Zora’s Domain came into view, cascading like silver ribbons down the glittering cliffs which were catching the fading sunlight. Mipha, eager to be back home, was finally able to get off of the horse and dive into the water. Her splash accompanied with giddy glee.

Zelda looked over the ledge to see her already swimming upstream, keeping a pace to stay with them, but remain at comfort in the river. Link waved back at her, happy to finally see the toothy grin of the Zora princess.

“I will never tire of this place,” Zelda offered, voice echoing her admiration.

Revali snorted, flying through the mist of the waterfalls, “it certainly is damp.”

“It’s beautiful,” Urbosa countered, her eyes lighting up. Daruk ran his hand over the masonry of the bridge as he walked forward, “aye, this is true craftsmanship!”

Link hummed relieved that Zelda and Mipha were in good spirits at last. Their enthusiasm infectious. He nudged his horse forward, leading the group through the slopes to the kingdom. In many ways returning to the kingdom felt bittersweet. When he was younger he had taken comfort in the location. It had been a safe space for him. But now, his heart hung heavy stomach twisted in undeniable dread.

The sound of conch shells echoing above them as the sparkling kingdom came into full gaze. Mipha rushed up a waterfall, they had arrived.

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Revali circled the platform, looking down at his companions on the ground, his gaze locking onto a spot to land. He would never admit it, but long distance travel really did become draining after a while. His shoulders ached from the strain and his clothes were now slightly damp from continuously flying through the mist.

The sounds around him were loud, he could see the towers where the soldiers blared their entrance into the kingdom. Large tubes used for amplifying the call. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, the kingdom was a marvel. Everything seemed shiny and hand carved. Water running through every part of the architecture. It was very different from his own home.

He was used to seeing a more rustic approach to structures, however, there was not a piece of wood to be found among the ivory spires and diamond decorations. His next thought was how miraculous it was that Mipha turned out the way that she had. In a place that seemed so abundant, the princess was obviously very modest. Even when she was adorned in the royal clothing.

With a large swoop he dove to the ground, landing next to Link. The motion was sudden, he had made it so. However, the knight did not seem to react to his presence. He found that actually quite annoying. Link barely flinched, gaze fixed ahead as if his theatrics were as insignificant as the mist clinging to his boots. Out of everyone in this group, he had taken issue with Link the most. Even if he could admit the other was a very capable warrior, his silence felt daunting and suspicious.

Revali had never met anyone as secretive as Link. Even when the other spoke, and let glimmers of his personality shine. It still felt like one big kept secret, one that was only shared with the princess. He did not know why she put her trust in someone like that. Link was an unnerving character, doing little to raise spirits; and yet, there he was at her side. For him, it was easy to see what the other was lacking. It was why he found it so hard to see why others defended him as if he was the perfect hero from a fairy tale.

Mipha was standing in front of them now, gesturing to different parts of the kingdom, discussing them to Urbosa and Daruk. Zelda just seemed happy to marvel everything again, and Link remained stoic as ever, “well isn’t this place a sight,” Revali commented, voice loud enough to carry over the rumbling of the waterfalls. He adjusted his stance under the gaze of some of the Zora soldiers.

He looked over at Link, folding his wings behind his back with carefully pinned precision, “though I suppose some of us appreciate it more than others.”

He had chosen to say that part low, it had only been for Link to hear. At this point he was attempting to get any form of reaction from the other. Something that gave him character.

However, Link didn’t respond. Typical.

Revali clicks his tongue and stepped closer, taking every chance he got to observe the knight. Everything about him felt unnatural, his silence, his calm demeanor, the way he carried himself as if every step and breath were calculated.

“Do you ever say what’s actually on your mind,” he asked the other, pressing slightly. Mipha was explaining something about the kingdom’s history now. He watched as Link’s eyes flicked toward Revali briefly, a ghost of a smirk tugging at his lips before he turned back to Zelda. It was a taunting answer followed by that infuriating smirk.

“Revali.”

Mipha’s voice cut through the tension. She turned toward them, her gaze resting on his body with a hint of reproach. It was like he sensed his menacing, “is there a problem?”

He bristled briefly, “not at all,” he replied as smooth as possible, his tone lightening as he took a step back, “I was only curious what goes on in our knight’s mind.” Link met Mipha’s gaze for a brief moment. She offered a small smile, filled with the most innocent kindness. He caught the exchange. Why did they all trust him so easily?

He fell in step behind the group. Even though he had only interacted with Link briefly, he still felt like there was something off about him. He was tense in a way that Revali couldn’t quite place, his shoulders rigid and movements reflecting that stiffness. In the back of his mind a question was beginning to ring: what could make the fearless Hero of Hyrule uneasy in a place as serene as this?

They all crossed another bridge. The surface of it was slightly wet, covered in water tracks from the passing Zora, who bustled around the kingdom with ease. They carried fish and bundles of materials. It seemed easy here, he caught a group of young children playing in the water.

As they passed another group of soldiers, he noticed Link glance to his side, gaze lingering on the soldiers for a second too long.

To anyone else, it would look like Link was remaining alert to protect Zelda. However, to the Rito, he had a suspicion that something was off. He frowned, mulling over the momentary hesitation. What was eating at the other?

Zelda turned to him, her face containing a hint of concern, “are you alright,” she asked softly, voice barely audible from the waterfalls. But Revali caught it. Link gave her a curt nod. He didn’t manage to catch the actual expression of the other.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was deeply wrong. The perfect, stoic facade that Link had maintained was thinning here. There was a weight within this kingdom. They approached the grand hall where the king awaited. His voice rumbling deep.

“Welcome Champions, Zora's Domain is honored to host you here. We have prepared a place for you to rest this evening!” Mipha stood next to her father, a much smaller Zora at her side. Perhaps another sibling, Revali wondered.

The king continued, “please help yourself to our markets, they are bountiful from an evening catch, and let us know if there is anything else that is needed.” Link and Zelda raised from their bow. Revali hadn’t even noticed the motion. Together they were all ushered out of the hall and into space. Unlike Rito village, they were ushered into rooms divided by gender. Meaning he found himself sharing a room with Link and Daruk.

The large Goron was the first to squeeze in, taking a large bed in the back, sprawling out, “oh it’s nice to get off these legs,” he sighed.

Revali watched as he adjusted his sac to prop his legs up. Link took a bed closest to the door. He eyed the action inquisitive, but elected not to comment. From across the room he took his own bed. He had not slept on a mattress in a long time. Even their night in the stable he had favored being propped up on his legs.

But this was a kindness from a different kingdom with a different culture. He was lucky they weren’t making him sleep in a pond. Link stepped out of the room and returned with bags. Revali noticed the other had been generous enough to grab his own. He accepted it with a muttered thanks. He rummaged through his pack to find a couple of food portions he had brought from home. Though the taste of it was dulled by the potent smell of fish.

Link seemed to also acknowledge the smell with a small crinkle of his nose. It smelled like pickled herring. He wasn’t the biggest fan of it. Slowly, he continued to eat the snack, while Link adjusted himself on the bed. Back pressed against the corner of the room, eyes seeming to always be trained on the door. Revali also noted that his sword remained at his hip. He was beginning to think that it was entirely possible that the domain itself was unsafe.

What if Link’s actions were the direct result from the other knowing a danger that he had elected not to share with the group? That made his blood boil slightly. If they were all unsafe, why was Link trying to be the sole hero in this? It put a sour taste in his mouth as he swallowed the last small fish from his container, the taste of radish and seafood calming him for a moment.

It was one of his mother’s dishes. An old recipe he had pulled out and made himself before he’d left. While his mother had not been in his life for a long time, she had left memories that were still prominent in his life. The biggest one was her recipe book. Filled with nutritious meals passed down by his ancestors. Once his little meal was finished he nestled into the bed, the mattress was comfy, sheets warm and soothing.

Daruk had already fallen asleep. It was clear that everyone was in fact tired from the journey from the village to here. Despite his exhaustion he kept his eyes trained on Link, who still was awake staring at the door with intensity. It wasn’t until much later in the evening when Link finally moved, standing up and walking out of the room.

His breath caught, and he waited patiently until he was certain that he could follow the other. Slipping through the doorway, he kept pace with the other. Attempting to stay far enough away until they went outside. From there he could slip into the sky and observe the other from a safer distance. The cool air hit him sharply. It almost felt like home. Hastily he went into the sky, despite his poor night vision, Zora’s Domain remained well lit by glowing lamps. Their cool blue light allowed him to see Link’s path clearly.

He was pacing, walking around in a carefully planned path. It was as if he was looking for something. The knight moved like a predator searching for prey-or perhaps avoiding one. It was almost creepy. His heart pounded in his chest as he took a position on one of the taller statues, remaining crouched to stay hidden from any lingering gazes. The tension in Link’s posture was palpable, his head turning sharply with every subtle sound.

Then, from the shadows, another figure emerged.

Revali stilled, his breath catching as he locked in to the newcomer. The Zora moved with a slinking, almost predatory gait, his body hunched as if trying to stay unnoticed. His form lean, emphasized by jagged fins, it seemed like the Zora had been in a dark place for a long time. His appearance starkly different from the typical elegance that most Zora carried.

“Well, well, well,” the Zora spoke, his tone dripping with mockery.

He couldn’t see Link anymore, and the idea of moving felt too risky.

“Back again? I didn’t think you’d have the nerve to return here after last time…” laughter bubbled from the deranged figure. Before it trailed off, the silence took a darker note.

“You ruined my life,” he spat, voice dripping with malice, “you know that boy!”

A rustling came from around the corner. The Zora was moving. Revali braced himself, then took the risk to glide onto a different rooftop, finally able to see the scene clearly.

“I’m a traitor to my country now,” the Zora rasped, “forced to leave because of you.”

Link was stiff, body impossibly rigid. His hand twitched toward the hilt of the sword, but he didn’t draw it. Instead, he was facing the Zora, his expression hard to read from a far distance.

“Nothing to say?” The Zora stepped closer, his voice practically venomous, “or have you finally learned to keep your mouth shut?”

Revali leaned forward slightly, straining to hear more. It was an exchange he would've never pictured occurring, it left an unsettled feeling in his stomach. The Zora’s tone was far too familiar, his words laced with something that could only be described as disdain.

Link said something then, his voice too quiet to catch. Whatever it was made the Zora pause.

What if it was a threat?

But then, the Zora began to laugh again, bitter and ugly, the sound echoed against the stone walls. It made Revali shiver.

“You forget, you’re in my home. I know every corner like the back of my hand. You wouldn’t be able to even if you tried-” The Zora stepped back now, “you think that you can keep her safe now that she’s here? You think you’re safe?”

Another bitter cackle, the Zora’s voice rose slightly, just enough for Revali to hear, “Don’t forget, I know the truth about you. About what you really are-” finally Link pulled out the blade, using it to force distance between them.

Revali let out a sharp breath.

The Zora pressed his chest to the tip, smile as slick as an eel, “you could have finished this that day…you offered mercy. Are you going to follow your word? Spill my blood?”

Link stopped for a moment, Revali could see the hesitation. Link didn’t move for an uncomfortably long time. Finally he spoke, voice firmer now, “if you threaten her, I will have to make good on my promise.”

The Zora sneered, “still playing the stoic hero then. But how do you know that she’s safe-”

Revali felt his blood run cold. Had something happened to Zelda? Link seemed to be thinking the same thing as well. The Zora played into that fear, “I could come up from anywhere. When you’re asleep and she’s vulnerable…” the Zora leaned in again, body hunched, almost impaling himself on the blade, but Revali heard the words loud and clear, “what if I give her a matching set of scars.”

Link gritted his teeth, but remained silent. He stepped back, his gaze ranking over Link with disdain. The Zora seemed to take advantage of whatever power he had over the hero, because it gave him enough time to slip back and jump into the water.

Reval stayed rooted to his perch, his mind racing. The interaction had been brief, but it weighed heavy on his chest. The Zora’s words replayed in his mind. His talons dug into the statue as he watched Link.

The knight stood frozen, shoulders sagging slightly now that the Zora was gone. For a moment he looked…smaller. Vulnerable.

Then with a deep breath, Link straightened and quickly went in the direction of Zelda’s room. The display only fueled Revali’s suspicions. He had seen enough to know there was something deeply wrong. Whatever Link was involved in was dangerous. Plus, it wasn’t just his own life at risk. If the knight’s secrets put the rest of them in jeopardy, Revali needed to-no…they all needed to know.

Spreading his wings, he took flight, circling back to the sleeping quarters. He didn’t trust what he had seen, but it was clear Link wasn’t the perfect, noble hero that others believed him to be. And if Revali had to confront him in front of a crowd to get his answers, so be it. Tomorrow, he would make sure Link had nowhere to hide.

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Link was running now, almost slipping across the damp floor as he reached the evening chambers. His breath hitched as he scanned the lavish room through the archway, heart hammering in his chest. He didn’t pray, but he let the rapid prayer slip from his mind, Hylia, please let her be safe. His frantic search ended when he spotted Zelda, curled in her bed, untouched by the turmoil in his body. Urbosa sat beside her, her presence a silent shield.

A heavy breath escaped him, and he slumped against the wall, willing his pulse to slow. But his mind was still racing, the resolve he’d clung to now threatening to fracture. Exhaustion, paranoia, fear, it was all a sickly concoction chipping away at him. Deep down this was what he had been dreading, no matter how much he wanted to deny it, the moment they had arrived in the domain, suspicion had coiled in his gut like a snake.

Walking into the kingdom, catching the eyes of the guards, he had been aware of the possibility that the Zora deserter was hiding within the crowd, blending into the tranquil life. His fears weren’t confirmed until he found a letter left to his saddle when he was retrieving bags. The crumbled paper had one message: I’m watching you.

Link hadn’t needed to guess who had written it. His gut had screamed the answer even before the Zora had revealed himself, slinking from the shadows. The problem now wasn’t just that his life was being threatened. It never had been. He could have handled it if it had just been him. But the Zora’s threats against Zelda changed everything. The idea of taking a life felt like a weight pressing on his chest, heavy and suffocating. Especially in this circumstance. But tonight, it felt like a line had been crossed. His anger surged as he thought about letting the Zora live after such a vile threat.

Pushing off the wall, he entered Zelda’s room. She stirred as he approached, her eyes blinking rapidly, “Link?”

He crouched by her side, voice gentle as to not betray the urgency of the situation, “I need you to stay in Mipha’s quarters for the night.”

Confusion clouded her face as she rubbed her eyes, “why?”

He hesitated, the words tangled in his throat. How could he give her the news without scaring her? But the truth was out before he could stop it.
“The Zora’s here.”

Her body stiffened, “What…what are you going to do?” Now she had fully sat up, eyes wide.

“I’m going to take care of it,” his tone left no room for argument, but the tension in his shoulders betrayed the whirlwind of emotions inside of him.

Without waiting for her protests, he led her down the hall to Mipha’s room. In truth, Zelda didn’t say much of anything, just trusted that his judgment was right. Mipha was still awake, her eyes widening in surprise as she saw him, “Link?”

Zelda spoke before he could attempt to explain, “would it be alright if I sat with you tonight? Link thinks…it’s safer.”

Mipha’s expression softened, “of course, anything you need.” She patted the plush mattress with a reassuring smile. Satisfied, Link turned to leave, his eyes briefly meeting the guards at the entrance. He would have to put his trust in them tonight. Keep her safe. He didn’t say the words, but the command passed between them unspoken.

When he stepped back outside the air outside was almost biting. Mist hung low, curling through the streets like a restless ghost. His footsteps echoed faintly on the damp stone, soles of the leather covered in water droplets. He could feel eyes on him. The Zora was watching, waiting to see what his next move would be. Because deep down he knew that this monster didn’t care about anyone else. He just wanted to see him broken.

Link deliberately led himself into the quieter outskirts of the domain, where the sounds of rushing water were louder, almost defending. His hand remained rested on the hilt of his sword, his grip steady, attempting to calm the anger that had welled up inside of him.

“Can’t resist playing hero, can you?”

The voice slithered out from the shadows, mocking. He was prepared this time when the Zora stepped out into his view, lean frame illuminated by the glow of the lamps. His smile was all sharp edges, baring teeth in something that was neither grin nor snarl.

“You should have stayed out of this,” he replied, voice firm.

“But where is the fun in that,” the Zora chuckled, circling slowly, “you’re just a puppet really, playing into your emotions. That’s what this has always been about. What will you do when you fail her? Fail all of us? How will he handle it when the Princess realizes that you can’t protect her?”

He drew his sword, this time it wasn’t a threat, he wasn’t going to let the Zora get a chance to find out. Of course, the Zora lunged first, striking at him with a surprising amount of speed. He paired the motion, the clash of metal ringing out into the night. Their movements were a deadly dance, each strike a counter strike, a test to the others resolve.

The Zora fought with wild aggression, his strikes aimed to wound and incapacitate him. Link felt a shiver run up his spine at what would happen to him if he gave the other that opening. He wanted to toy with Link, to prove his superiority. But Link trusted his own movements, they were precise, honed by years of battle and training. The fight carried them deeper into the wilds beyond the domain, up a hill where the terrain grew uneven. The roar of the waterfalls were fading, replaced by an eerie stillness.

But Link could feel his own faltering, rain began to gently fall. The sounds were drowning out his conscious, his mind wavering under the reckless stare of the Zora. He stepped back, a patch of grass damp causing his boot to slip. He fell back, colliding with the ground with a thud. He winced in pain, but the Zora took advantage of it. He climbed on top of him, the moment seemed to repeat itself all over again.

With wide eyes, the sensation penetrated his senses with an unmatched potency. The grass, the smells, even the sounds caused the blood to drain from his face. Sickness taking over him again. At that moment he was paralyzed and the Zora knew it.

“Pity,” he hissed, hand trailing along his cheek, tongue sliding out in a slippery coil. He watched as long strands of saliva fell as his skin was stroked, before a clawed hand dug into his side.

His breath hitched, back arched as he tried to find a way out of the pin. But the other’s legs squeezed against his sides, pressing against his ribs, the pressure leaving him breathless, “maybe we savor the moment again…just like last time.” Link looked up, the fear clear as day.

He thought about the pain, the violation. He couldn’t go through that again. And who would protect Zelda if he came after her? In truth he didn’t know. A large hand tugged at his pants, and it was like his world became clear again. He moved sharply, landing a weighted punch to the other’s jaw.

The Zora howled in pain as he recoiled, giving him enough time to slip out to the lock he had been in. His attacker grabbed his knife again, lunging at him. This time Link could not afford to make a mistake. Each move had to be done intentionally, part of him knew that the Zora couldn’t be allowed to live, the threat was too big.

Like muscle memory they began to draw the fight up the hill, rain pouring down on the both of them. The slope and terrain was starting to become familiar, it was a place that he had only dared to go on occasion. Only alone.

Sweat broke out over his brow, Link was in a battle against himself and this Zora. The swell of emotions were not making his judgement easy. However, the battle was broken by a roar. Both of them froze in pace as the Lynel’s massive form emerged from a higher platform. The beast sorted, its red main shimmering as it pawed at the grown, muscles flexing as arrows were drawn.

Its large frame seemed to cut through the rain. Both stood still, Link sucked in air. The Zora looked at him, “what have you done,” he shrieked over the sound of rain.

The Zora seemed to drop his weapon, choosing his own life over facing the beast. He remained standing there as still as possible, hoping not to draw attention. As soon as the Zora moved, sprinting in the opposite direction, the Lynel moved.

Link didn’t attempt to stop him, and he couldn’t look away. The Lynels' retaliation was swift and brutal. The sound of claws digging into flesh, followed by guttural and bloody screams. Link turned to watch the body crumple down in a single motion, split and torn apart. He didn’t have time to process the Zora’s sudden death. The attention was all on him.

Its golden eyes burned in his direction, the rage of his existence apparent. He tightened his grip on his sword, steadying his breathing. The fight entered a new territory. Link considered just running away, but it was already too late when he was charged at. This new threat felt manageable. The attacks he faced were unrelenting, a new form of ruthlessness. Meaning his every move was calculated, every strike fueled by the need to return to Zora’s Domain. Zelda was waiting for him.

An arrow was shot at him, its stinging tip brushing past him. He felt a brief shock, locking up for a moment, regaining control of his body just in time as the blade swung in his direction. He collapsed to the ground, summoning a shield to protect him from the next hit. The ground below him cracked as the creator prepared for a final swing.

Link took the Lynel’s drawback as his opening. He slammed his blade through the creature's chest. Yanking it out as swiftly as he had put it in. Blood stained his body and clothes, the warm liquid attempting to stick to him as the rain protested its existence.

For a moment, the Lynel staggered back, huffing and gripping the wound. Until his legs crumbled and buckled under each other. He attempted to rise, fingers grasped about his own massive club. Link swung again, and again…and again. Until the corpse was unmoving. Just like the Zora behind him. Rain hammered against his skin, slashing him like tiny shards of glass. He stood over it, chest heaving, blood dripping from the cuts on his body.

The Master Sword hug low, its glint clear in the moonlight. He let out a sharp, wet heave and stumbled back onto the ground. Looking up at the sky, his body stung, and touches lingered on his body like burn marks. It was hard to even prompt himself to move.

Even in his fatigue, Link looked over, the Zora’s body lying nearby. It served as a grim reminder of how close the night had come to a disaster. He approached, steps heavy. Even though he hadn't killed the Zora, he had led him here. He had played a part in his death. The guilt settled. Its bitter taste lingering in his mouth.

He looked at the lifeless eyes looking back at him. Link shook his head, but decided he did not want to leave the other there alone. Carefully he lifted the crumbled body, careful not to jostle anything, and dragged the other to the river, looking at the fast moving stream. Link had only ever seen a couple Zora burials, they were usually more elaborate than this. At the end of the day, at some point in this creature's life, maybe there had been some good.

Carefully Link found some vine, typing the other’s limbs together, securing the body at different points. Running his hands over the other’s eyelids caused them to close, but there was no peace that could be discerned from the mutilation.

From the river bed he pulled a few weed-like flowers and tucked them under the vines, staring at the Zora for a moment longer before rolling him into the water. Returning him to the environment that he best belonged in. Link watched as the body was swiftly carried down. With any luck, the current would drag his body to an underwater canal and carry him out to sea. A final mercy.

In his mind, he offered a couple words, asking Hylia to make his soul a little less miserable. But that was all, he had no other comfort to give. Instead, he knelt there, covered in blood, cold, and exhausted. Sleep had eluded him for a long enough time, someday he would finally be able to rest.

He wanted to just go back to the Domain, but his blood soaked body would probably raise some alarm. So he trudged to a point in the river where the water submerged himself. The rain had done a good job, but it was the swift wall of water that was able to fully cleanse him. Cold currents stripped away the grim and blood that stained his skin. Pulling at some weeds from the river bed, he was able to scrub himself. Getting out some of the tougher stains.

For a good while Link stayed there, scrubbing and attempting to wash the night off of him. Only once he was satisfied did he wade out, shaking himself off before beginning the long walk back to the kingdom. The sun was only just beginning to make its appearance over the peaks of the Domain. Rain sputtering to a stop. But the evening still clung to the sky, stars twinkling above. Few Zora were up, no one paid mind to him anyway.

Back in his sleeping chamber, he found Daruk and Revali sound asleep. With any luck, by the time they woke, he would be asleep as well. Maybe, if he was fortunate, it would seem as if he had never left. As if this night had never happened.

Quickly, he changed out of his clothes, hoping to get into something a little bit dryer as he hung up the tunic and boots, water still dripping from the loose ends of fabric. The bed itself was comfortable enough, but his stomach churned with unrest. Sickness came in waves as the image of those eyes continued to trail over him. The glimmer of lust replaced by the haunted glaze seemed to gnaw at him, searching for any open wound to rot. Even as he closed his eyes, exhaustion dragging at him, sleep refused to take hold.

Eventually, Link had to accept his defeat.

With a quiet grunt, he sat up, his body aching from being smashed into the ground. Blood had already seeped through his shirt, leaving dark stains against the fabric. Sluggishly, he forced himself to his feet. Exhaustion weighed him down, making his movements slow and jagged, like a machine breaking apart.

He shuffled into the washroom. The room was tiled with an ivory flooring, walls clear blue accented by silver pillars spaced throughout the room. Warm pools dotted the space, steam swirling lazily above them, turning the chamber into more of a sauna than a washroom. Beyond the initial room lay a smaller area with a basin and cubbies for storing belongings.

Stripping down, he wrapped a towel around himself and stepped back into the steam-filled air. He chose the farthest pool and sank into it, letting the heated water ease his aching muscles and chase away the lingering chill in his bones.

The water shimmered with a silver, murky hue, providing some privacy in case anyone else entered. Link hoped he would be gone before that happened. Stretching his arms along the pool’s edge, he tilted his head back and exhaled slowly. His reflection in the water was haggard, dark bags sat heavy under his eyes.

With each movement of his chest, the pool rippled around him. Link tried to focus on the sound of dropping water, not the roar of the Lynel, or sound of a cry cut short. He groaned and dunked himself under the water.

For a few seconds, everything dulled. His world shrank to the muffled thrum of his heartbeat, the warmth of the water encasing him. He stayed under until his lungs burned, then pushed himself up, gasping for air. His soaked hair clung to his shoulders. The salt in the water stung at his wounds, but he welcomed the pain, it kept his mind from wandering.

Sound of claws scraping against the ground made his ears twitch. Someone else was here. Revali popped his head around the corner, eyes narrowed, “there you are.”

His voice was devoid of any light heartedness or taunting. It was cold and direct, like he knew something.

Link met his eyes but said nothing. He wasn’t in the mood for a fight.

“Up for long,” he asked pressingly? Link shook his head, the blatant lie almost unbelievable with how worn out he looked.

The Rito huffed, stepping closer. Link closed his eyes again, resting his head against the cool tile. If he thought about this too much, he was going to lose whatever remained of his sanity. He did the only thing he could, ignore him. By now Revali was standing over his body, looking at his face with a pointed beak. He opened one eye to stare at the other.

They locked gazes for a moment before Link shut his eyes again. The warm water felt good on his body, it was almost soothing enough to allow him a nap, which he wouldn’t mind. Eventually, Revali seemed to determine something and walked away, wings folded behind his back.

Silence returned, and Link didn’t complain. Instead, he let the water lull him into rest, the tension in his body melting away. It was still early, perhaps, this time, sleep would come. The last thing he needed was anyone worrying about him.

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He woke up with a jolt. His body suddenly sparking to life. He heard his name be called down the hall, he recognized Zelda’s voice in an instant. Hastily, he forced himself out of the water and quickly got dressed. The nap had helped tremendously. Even though he looked fatigued, the bags had lessened, thus he didn’t look like a walking zombie.

However, that didn’t entirely get rid of the natural dishevelment that had occurred over the course of the night. Stepping out of the washroom he almost directly ran into the fussing princess, her eyes widening when she saw him before he embraced him tightly in a hug, “oh my gods you’re okay!”

Her hug was tight. Her hands reached for his face, the concern etched there, “are you alright? What happened?!”

She was almost forcing him to meet her eyes. He opened his mouth to explain, but once again Revali made himself known, gaze narrowing as he walked the opposite way. He gently grabbed her wrists, removing her soft hands from his cheeks, “not here,” he muttered. Even if Revali wasn’t listening, he didn’t need the other taking anything out of context.

Zelda seemed to immediately understand. Without hesitation, they hurried to a private room. Link closed the door behind them, locking the chamber, an audible click confirming that no one would interrupt. Zelda stood in the center of the room, arms crossed over her chest. Her posture reflected the tension.

“Link,” Zelda began, her voice a careful mix of concern and urgency, “please tell me what happened.”

He hesitated, gaze dropping to the floor. The words sat heavy on his tongue, a knot tightening in his chest. Slowly, he sat down, back pressed against the hard steele of the door, “it’s done,” he finally admitted.

His voice was coarse. With his admission came his guilt, hanging his head low.

Zelda’s expression darkened, her lips twisting at the corners, “What do you mean ‘it’s done’?”

Link ran a hand through his hair, the damp locks producing small droplets of water, his fingers trembling as he tried to find the right words.

“The Zora,” he said, barely above a whisper, “he’s dead.”

He turned away from her, his jaw tightening. The images began playing in his mind, vivid and unrelenting, “last night, he threatened you…said he was going to-” his Adam's apple bobbed, the words replaying in his mind, “give you a matching pair of scars.”

Her silence was deafening, and when he finally turned back to her, her expression was a mixture of shock and something else, something he had never seen before.

“He found me near the cliffs, I knew he would follow me, so I walked to the outskirts of the Domain.” His voice remained steady, but the emotion was clear, “it was almost like he was waiting for me…and then he attacked.”

Zelda’s hands clenched at her sides, lips pressing into a thin line.

“We fought,” he went on, his voice faltering as the memory surged, “he was stronger than I expected, slippery. I led us both to the mountains. There was a Lynel-” he trailed off, what was done was done.

He heard her gasp softly, while he hung his head in shame, “I killed it, I didn’t want it following me to the Domain. But the Zora was already dead, I sent him down the river, tried to give him something of a burial.”

The Princess stepped forward, sitting next to him, allowing his head to rest on her shoulder.

“I didn’t kill him, but I lead him to his death-”

She remained silent, taking the information in. Her fingers traced the small patterns on the fabric of her skirt. Link watched the motion, following the little swirls and spirals.

“You didn’t lead him to his death, Link,” she finally said, mulling over her next words, “he made his choices. He followed you. He attacked you.”

Link lifted his head from her shoulder, his weary eyes meeting hers, “I knew where I was going Zelda. I knew what was up there.” The weight of admission was starting to take its toll, “I used it.”

He trailed off, there was nothing more to say. There was no justification he could give. Zelda reached out, placing a comforting hand on his, “you did what you thought you had to do. You were protecting me. Protecting yourself. It doesn’t make it any easier, I know, but you can’t blame yourself for what happened.”

“I do,” he admitted, voice barely audible, “I could’ve handled it differently. Found a better way. I’ve killed monsters, but this was different. He wasn’t some mindless creature. He was-”

“Someone who made his own choices,” Zelda interrupted firmly, “Link, he threatened my life. Yours too. He abused you, that all came from a place of hatred, and that was what led him to the end of his life. It wasn’t you.”

He looked away, running a hand through his still-damp hair. Her expression was hesitant before she continued, voice filled with vulnerability, “you carried so much on your shoulders Link. You don’t have to bear this alone too. Let me help you. Just let me be here for you.”

He turned to her, his blue eyes reflecting the sorrow and gratitude he felt, “you already are,” he said quietly.

For a moment, they simply sat there, the silence between them heavy but not unwelcome. It was a silence forged on understanding and quiet support.

“So what happens now,” she murmured.

Link thought for a moment, before he admitted something coming from the deepest part of him, “we move on. Heal. Keep fighting what’s ahead.”

She nodded, “I’ll be with you every step.”

Her words fell on his ear with clarity. His chest warmed and shoulders finally lifted. Without another word, he hugged her tight. Reaching out and pressing her body close to his. She let out a surprised sound, before returning the gesture.

“Thank you,” he whispered, squeezing her even tighter.

She smiled, resting her head on his shoulder, patting him on the back, “of course. You’re my dearest friend.”

“And you’re mine,” he admitted softly. He could feel their hearts beat in unison. He dragged the moment out for a little while longer before they were forced to pull apart. It was only then that Zelda took into account his physical appearance, “did you sleep at all?”

Faintly he shook his head, “I took a nap in the bathroom.”

“Link,” she groaned.

He offered a faultless smile, bright and clear. Zelda shook her head, “go, rest, I relieve you of your duties today. The Champions and I will go to the Spring, take a day, you rest. This evening we will meet over dinner, discuss the final ceremony details and our departure.”

He nodded, “are you sure?”

Zelda nodded, “Of course. Please, I need you to take care of yourself.”

That was enough for him. He stood up and offered her a hand, which she graciously took. Together they stood up and left the room, departing ways only when the corridor separated. Link watched as Zelda walked away, her gate elegant as she moved. In many ways he felt bound…tethered to her. But at the end of the day, she was the person that he yearned for and would do anything for.

He walked away, forcing his smile into a muted expression. In many ways she had his heart, there was no one else he trusted it with either.

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She couldn’t help but turn back and watch as he departed. His exhaustion was prominent in his gate, even if he didn’t want to admit it. But even though she knew he would sleep, part of her still wanted to make sure. Quietly she followed him, peering her head through the doorway. There Link had practically collapsed on the bed, chest rising and falling in an easy rhythm. His shoes were carelessly laid on the ground, face buried in the pillows.

Zelda sighed, he was out like a light. She stared at him for a little while longer. Admiring him really. He had done so much, and now it felt like she had gotten to do something for him. Her gaze lingered, before she pulled herself away from the archway and walked outside. The sun shone above, her hand moved to shield her eyes from its brightness, the early morning accompanied with bustling markets and friendly chatter.

Mipha was in the square playing with some children, their laughter infectious. To her, it was hard to see the darkness Link had experienced in the evening. Plants, scattered around the square swayed in a happy dance. Music from a band played gently by one of the railings. Occasionally she stepped into a puddle, the water splashing around her foot.

She locked eyes with the other princess, who moved up to her, “good morning,” she offered, hands tucked behind her back.

Zelda nodded cordially, “good morning! How did you sleep?”

“Wonderfully,” the Zora said fondly, sighing contentedly and looking around her. Together they moved to a bench. Mipha’s hands were placed at her sides, fingers gripping the edge of the bench seat, “sometimes I forget how much I miss home until I leave. There’s always so much here, and the people are so full of kindness.”

Zelda looked in the general direction, watching the market. Zora were seated similarly on little benches, a mixture of couple, old friends, and families enjoying the morning. Sharing drinks, food, and stories. Smiles were contagious here. She leaned back, looking at the large cliffs that surrounded them, water falling with an almost majestic manner.

Her heart hung heavy as she stared out. It felt bittersweet to look at the world, especially when her inability to connect with the goddess weighed on her shoulders. She knew there were people who believed in her, yet the lingering fear remained, that she couldn’t do it, and that this peace, this beautiful world, would be destroyed.

“Good morning to you both,” Urbosa called, walking towards them. In her hand was a skewer with little fish on them. The crispy skin emitting a slow trickle of steam.

Mipha smiled back at her, “good morning Lady Urbosa! Were your arrangements comfortable?”

The tall warrior nodded, demeanor relaxed, “very. The sheets were very smooth.”

From the corner of her eye she saw a young red Zora climb on top of the fountain edge, a stick in his hand, “I am the mighty warrior, and I will vanquish Ganon and bring peace to the kingdom!”

His little voice rang out as another child pretended to be threatening, “you’ll have to catch me first,” he giggled, hissing the phrase out. Cue a chase between them as they raced through the crowd, the smaller Zora giggling and screaming as she was chased.

Mipha smiled, “Sidon has been talking about Link for a long time, he met him once and has been obsessed with him since.”

Urbose watched the scene, “he’s a fine person for youth to look up to.”

“Maybe minus the silent brooding,” Revali chimed, landing beside them. The movement caused a small gust of wind to blow over them, rustling the fabrics they had all adorned.

The Rito scanned the crowd, he looked like he had something to say. However, to her surprise, he stayed silent. Allowing for the conversation to flow naturally, “I’m sure Sidon will grow up to be a fine young man,” she offered. Mipha eagerly accepted that idea of the future.

Daruk was the last to come out, yawning as he approached them, “mornin’.” He seemed bright in spirits, they all did. Zelda was thankful for the merry mood. Mipha let out a little hum before turning to her, “did you plan on going to the Reservoir today?”

Zelda nodded, “yes, it’ll be nice to make a day of it. Relaxing and functional.”

“Where is Link,” Daruk asked. Revali seemed to eagerly ride off of the tailcoats of that, “yes, that’s a good point, where is our knight?”

Zelda shifted for a moment, she wanted to maintain Link’s dignity as best she could. She offered as much honesty as she could without revealing too much, “he’s resting. Between the journey here, the snowstorm, and our cliff-scaling, he hasn’t had a chance to properly rest until today.”

“Ah, a day can’t hurt,” Daruk beamed, “he deserves a break.”

Urbosa silently agreed. But Revali had an immediate look of skepticism. She didn’t like the glimmer in his eyes, it was like he was battling some secret fight that only he knew about.

Mipha, however, oblivious to the tension, was the first to stand up, “I say we get going then! While there’s still light in the day!” No one else truly argued with her, instead swim cloths were gathered and meal time provisions were stuffed in sacks. Daruk graciously offered to hold the heavier sacks, stating that the weight would barely impact him.

The hike up to the Great Spring was peaceful, the sound of flowing water accompanied by wildlife. It was truly a pleasant experience that rivaled many of Zelda’s adventures. Mipha had elected to swim up a waterfall, she made it look easy. Additionally Revali had chosen the air as his travel method. Leaving her, Daruk, and Urbosa to scale the cliffs.

With each passing moment, the sun rose higher and higher, beating down on them in glorious Spring warmth. When they reached the top, the dock for the Spring was a sight for sore eyes.

“Now that’s a Spring,” Daruk stated, hands on his hips looking out at the massive body of water. Zelda agreed. The Spring’s waters shimmered in the sun, reflecting the clear sky above. The waves gently lapping at the rocks, and occasionally there was a distant cry of a bird. Finally, after a tedious hike, Zelda allowed herself to breathe, the peace of the scene washing over her like the tide.

Mipha was already in the water, gliding gracefully beneath the surface before breaching with a joyous laugh. Urbosa joined her, removing the cover she had adorned, wading into the shallows, her posture the most relaxed Zelda had ever seen. Daruk elected to sit on a boulder nearby, a bottle of some Zora wine in his hand, soaking up the rays of sun beaming down on him.

Revali was perched on a high rock, wings tucked neatly at his sides, eyes scanning the horizon. She didn’t blame the other for not immediately easing. For weeks he had been training in a high stakes championship. Meanwhile, she and the others had had time to process and put their energy towards other things.

Zelda remained at the edge of the dock, her feet dangling into the cool water. Even with her dim connection, she could still feel the energy associated with the Spring. She closed her eyes, trying to center herself, hands resting lightly on her lap. This was a time for her to work on her connection, a chance to reach out to the goddess.

But her thoughts were scattered. The lingering doubts and worries about Link made it difficult to focus. She took a deep breath, letting the scent of water and stone fill her senses. letting the scent of the water and stone fill her senses.

“Distracted, Princess?” Revali’s voice broke whatever concentration she had gathered. It wasn’t loud, but there was a pointed edge to his voice.

She opened her eyes and glanced up at him. “Just…reflecting,” she offered diplomatically, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face, “it’s hard to focus when something so marvelous is in front of you.”

Revali tilted his head, expression muted, “it is. Though, sometimes beauty doesn’t always ease the mind.” He hopped down from his perch, landing with the grace of a hawk, “particularly when one’s thoughts are…elsewhere.”

She resisted the urge to stiffen her body. Instead she turned her gaze out to the water, “I’m not sure I follow,” she offered sweetly.

The Rito crouched beside her, his wings shifting as he leaned forward, “it’s not my place to pry,” he said, though his very action suggested otherwise, “but I can’t help but notice our valiant knight has been…off, since we’ve arrived.”

Zelda frowned, a flare of protectiveness rising in her chest, “Link has been through a great deal, he just needs his rest,” she replied.

Revali nodded, “of course,” his tone was smooth, but his sharp beak was curling into a smirk, “but even the best warriors have their limits, and sometimes it can bring others into dangerous games.”

Her gaze snapped quickly to the other, “are you implying something, Revali?”

It was the first time her patience had worn thin with the other. Despite his witty remarks and pointed jests, everyone had been attempting to smooth over his jabs. However, the other was beginning to cross a line, his arrogance seeming to cloud his reality to the position he was in.

He met her eyes, unflinching, “I am merely observing princesses. And suggesting caution. A sharp blade is a dangerous tool. Even more so when it starts to fray.” Before Zelda could respond, Mipha called out.

“Zelda! Revali! Come join us!

Revali stood, brushing imaginary dust from his feathers. Though his earlier words lingered in the air like a storm cloud. He spread his wings and took off, joining Mipha in her play. Zelda stayed behind, her thoughts swirling. Revali’s words weighed on her. Knowing Link’s struggles and the drama of the previous evening, she feared that Revali was interpreting something out of his expected scope.

Link had always been her steadfast protector, an unwavering companion. She wanted the other to keep his privacy, he had been remaining strong thus far, and unnecessary prying could only damage whatever healing the other had accomplished.

She exhaled slowly, closing her eyes again. The goddess felt as distant as ever. Zelda desperately wished that she could lean into her for comfort. The sound of splashing was heard in the distance. A breeze whispered in her ear as it passed. She remained patient but still, there was nothing. As everyone continued to play and wind down, she remained focused.

But once more, the sun began to set and her time had run out. Mipha rested a hand on her shoulder, snapping her out of whatever trance she had entered in, “it’s time to go,” she offered gently.

Zelda nodded, and stood up, stretching, toes pruned from how long they had been in the water. Daruk had a rosy tint to his cheeks, and Urbosa had developed a much darker tan again. Revali seemed to be drenched from some dive into the water, which he insisted was an entirely intentional move.

The group walked down in light hearted spirits. Reaching the bustling Zora kingdom, with evening shops open for dining, and markets attempting to sell the last of their stock. Mipha did a little spin in the center of the market, “I am starving,” she offered, “shall we enter the hall for dinner?”

She looked at the other princess, “sounds lovely, I will go get Link,” she offered. The group departed in different directions. Leaving her alone with the worry in her gut. Even though she did not know when the Calamity would come, she felt like she was running out of time.

Walking through the halls, her shadow warped with each bend of the lamp light. When she entered the sleeping chamber, Link was still asleep. He had shifted to something more comfortable, buried under the covers. Gently she reached out, shaking him slightly.

Quickly he jolted awake, hair slightly messy, eyes darting around in brief confusion, “would you like to join us for dinner,” she quietly asked?

He rubbed a hand over his face, yawning, “I slept for that long?”

“It means you were that tired. Your body needed that rest.” He huffed in some form of agreement and sat up, “yeah,” he muttered, “dinner sounds great, I’m starving.”

She helped him up, noticing that the other had elected to strip his shirt off. It gave her a full display of the cuts on his body from his battle with the Lynel and the scars that were practically carved into his hips. She tried not to let her gaze linger as Link threw on his clothes, smoothing his hair out and pulling it back.

“A warning,” she said quickly, remembering the conversation she had with Revali, “Revali seems to think you’re suspicious of something. I don’t know what he plans on pressing tonight.”

Link nodded, tying his hair back, and settling himself. His stomach grumbled and she smiled, “come on. Let’s eat.”

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Link hadn't expected to wake up well rested, but some weight that had been lifted from a good night's sleep. Everything seemed a little bit brighter as the two of them slipped into the dining hall. The others were already seated, talking over plates of fish and seaweed rolls, grains of rice spilling from the packed rolls.

Revali was plucking at one of them, his eyes following him as he sat between Zelda and Mipha. The Zora analyzed him for a moment, as if scanning for any visible signs of distress. If she saw something wrong, she didn’t press. “Are you feeling better?” she asked.

Link offered a little smile, the gesture soothing to alleviate any worry that she might have had. He was careful about what food he selected to heap onto his plate. If there was anything that he missed the most it was his appetite. The seeded distrust of food had caused that to diminish greatly. But staring at the abundance, Link hoped that maybe one day he could get that back.

For now, his little serving would sate his hunger. Zelda was more willing to try new things, and the variety of pickled fish in front of her. Scooping the little chunks onto her plate, drops of vinegar splattering onto the table. Daruk’s booming voice rang, and Link was gracious for the welcome, “feeling more like yourself today, eh?” Daruk continued, tearing into his own plate with gusto. “You’ve earned it.”

Mipha’s concern still seemed to linger, but she did not press. Instead she rested a hand on his shoulder, “it is nice to see you up and about Link.”

Even Urbosa chimed in, raising her cup in a toast-like gesture. “Rest looks good on you, little knight. Don’t let us keep you from it next time.”

Link nodded. Though even with the generous welcome he felt the tension from Revali’s gaze, it hung at the edge of his perception. By now, it was a familiar sensation. He had dogged him since their earliest encounters. He glanced up, catching the Rito's piercing stare. Revali’s expressions weren't hostile, but there was an unmistakable weight behind his eyes.

“Perhaps,” Revali began, his voice cutting through the cheerful chatter like a blade, “our dear knight would care to explain why he’s been so fatigued?”

The room fell silent. The clatter of utensils ceased as the weight of his words settled over the table. Zelda stiffened beside Link, her posture straightening as her gaze snapped to the Rito, “Revali,” she said, her tone sharp, “this is neither the time, nor the place.”

“Oh but I think it is,” Revali countered, his beak dripping in a mock gesture of thoughtfulness. “Trust is the cornerstone of any team, isn’t it? And yet here we are, placing blind faith in someone who’s clearly keeping secrets. How can we be expected to fight as one when one of us isn’t being entirely honest?”

Daruk interjected with a thud of his plate, his cheerful demeanor faded, heavy brows furrowing, “what are you trying to say Revali?” His voice was measured, coming out in a calculated manner.

Revali leaned forward, his wings spreading slightly, “I am saying that our so called Champion here has been slipping away at night, dodging perfectly valid questions, and sulking around like a shadow,” he threw his wings up, “does no one else find that concerning?”

Mipha’s eyes widened, her gaze darting to Link, “Revali, this isn’t fair,” she said, her voice pleading, “Link doesn’t owe us an explanation for-”

“Doesn’t he?” Revali snapped, cutting her off, “we are risking our lives for this mission. For him. Is it so wrong to demand some transparency? Or are we just supposed to ignore his behavior and clear warning signs and hope for the best?”

“That is enough,” Zelda interjected, standing now. Her voice was firm, commanding, but there was an edge of desperation in her eyes as she looked at Link, silently urging him to stay calm.

Link was trying his best to let the other’s words in one ear and out the other. Keep himself calm despite the accusations. He was beginning to feel a familiar weight size in his chest, hands gripped tightly around his own utensil. By now the little appetite he had had fallen flat.

But Revali wasn’t finished. He rose to his feet, wings sweeping out in a grand gesture, “you all trust him because of his title. Because of the idea of the fabled Hero of Hyrule. But what if he’s not the man we think he is? What if he’s hiding something dangerous? Something that could get us all killed?”

Link felt his breath catch, his chest tightening even further as the room spun around him, The weight of the other’s accusations pressed down on him like an iron cage. He could imagine the doubt seeping into their minds, questioning his every move, tearing him apart until he was raw and vulnerable.

“Revali,” Daruk growled, his tone low and warning, “you have made your point.”

But Revali pressed on, his voice rising, “No, I haven’t. You all act like he’s flawless, but I see it. The way he tenses here, how he’s been avoiding eye contact. Something’s wrong with him, and if we don’t figure out what it is, it could destroy us.”

His eyes narrowed, locking onto Link, now he was the predator and the knight was prey. “So tell us, Hero. What are you hiding? What aren’t you telling us?

By now he had dropped everything, he was grasping the table. Gripping the wood so hard that his knuckles were turning white. His heart pounded in his ears, drowning out the sound of his companions’ protests. The air was thick, suffocating, as Revali’s words cut deeper and deeper.

“What are you so afraid of,” he questioned, voice now a hiss, “or are you keeping quiet because of guilt? Do you know something that we don’t? Are we all that useless to you that you willingly endanger us all? For what? Pride?”

Link took a deep breath, keeping his anger in check. Zelda was yelling at the other to stop talking.

But Revali marched closer to him, continuing his line of questioning rapidly, “To show everyone that you’re better?”

Urbosa was standing now, protesting the other. Link looked up at the ceiling sending a prayer to Hylia that he didn’t break. He needed to stay calm. But the anger was in his throat, threatening to tear the other’s arguments down.

Finally Revali got his last jab in, voice clear and laced with a malice that Link couldn’t believe the other felt justified in directing at him, “Because all I see is someone too afraid, broken, and weak that they have to hide behind secrets to appear-”

And then it snapped.

“Because I was raped!”

The words exploded from Link’s throat, raw and violent, tearing through the room like a thunderclap. He was standing now, trembling, chest heaving as the confession echoed in the confined space.

“I was raped,” he repeated slowly. The words hung in the air, heavy and unrelenting. His voice threatened to waver, but he forced himself to go on. He wasn’t just saying it to himself; time. It wasn’t just an echo in his own mind, it was real, spoken aloud in a room full of people. His hands clenched at his sides, nails pressing into his palms as he locked eyes with Revali.

“By a Zora soldier.”

Silence swallowed the room. His throat burned, his breath shallow as the memories pressed against his ribs like a vice. He swallowed hard, “the last time I was here…” his voice did falter this time, breaking. Mipha let out a small gasp. Connecting some secret he had been desperate to keep from her. He inhaled sharply, forcing himself steady, he wasn’t going to break down not like this. He had to stay in control.

He lifted his chin, his voice finding a steadier note, quieter but unwavering, “I was drugged,” a beat of silence, “and then violated.”

The words felt like a knife carving into his chest, unforgiving in the motions. His world felt like it was spinning, but he refused to look away from them.

“And I have been dealing with…that…for a long time now.”

He couldn’t bring himself to look at the others more intently, he had said it, Revali had drawn out his shame for all of them to hear, and there was no taking it back.

The room was deathly silent. Revali’s expression faltered, the confidence in his eyes replaced by something akin to fear.

“You wanted the truth,” his voice was low now, the rage threatening to give way to the pain, “there it is. And I knew that he could have been here in the crowd. I was hoping he wasn’t. But of course he was. He left a note, he threatened Zelda. I needed to stop him before he hurt anyone else.” He rested his hands flat on the table, leaning forward towards Revali, “so, Revali, that is what I spent my entire night doing, that is what I’ve been attending to.”

He turned his gaze to the others, “and the worst part, about all of this, is that I don’t know how to get past it. And despite that, I keep going because I have to. Because there is no other choice. And the last thing I need is someone like you questioning my integrity when you have no idea what it takes to carry this weight.”

Revali’s beak opened, but no words came. The regret on his face was unmistakable, but it did nothing to soothe the turmoil that was raging inside of Link. He stood to his full height, shoulders drooping slightly before he shook his head, looking around the room, “I am sorry you had to find out like this,” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m done here, I need to step away.”

He caught Zelda’s gaze before he stepped away. She looked furious at Revali, who had shrunken back into his chair. The doors closed behind him. Link felt like he was suffocating. He needed to leave. Needed to get out. With newfound haste, he practically ran out of the hall. He managed to bring himself to a small overlook before his knees gave out. It felt like he physically could not take another step, so he just leaned against the railing, looking out.

The fresh air outside the hall was sharp and bracing, yet it did little to steady the tremor in his body. His breathing came in shallow gasps, his hands clenching and unclenching. The view in front of him was beautiful, even in the moonlight. But the sparkling water and purple cliffsides did little to fill the hollow feeling inside him.

“Do you mind if I join you?”

The deep, gravelly voice almost startled Link out of his spiral. Daruk approached him, standing by his side. The Goron’s massive form was a stark contrast from the vast, open sky. Each step the other took seemed to be as deliberate and non threatening as possible.

Link didn’t answer, he didn’t even know if he had the heart to look the man in his eyes. Daruk settled beside him, the stone ledge shaking under the weight as he sat down. For a long while, neither of them spoke. Daruk didn’t push, didn’t pry. He simply sat there, his presence solid and grounding.

“I’m sorry about what Revali said in there,” Daruk finally offered, his voice softer than Link had ever heard it, “it wasn’t fair to you. Not one bit.” Link continued to stare at the horizon, his jaw tight. He didn’t trust himself to speak.

Daruk sighed, running his hand over the back of his neck, “you know,” he paused, “the things I’ve heard about you, what I’ve seen you go through. It’s been some tough stuff, Link. But today…Today what you said was something else. What you said in there, that took guts. More guts than any battle I’ve ever fought.”

Link’s throat tightened. His fingers dug into the edge of the ledge. The cold temperature was a stark contrast to the warmth that seemed to surround him.

“And for the record,” Daruk continued, his voice steady, “I don’t think less of you for it. Not one bit. You can’t control something like that.” The words hit something deep in Link, he exhaled, his shoulders sagging under the weight of it all.

“I didn’t want anyone to know,” he said at last, his voice soft, barely audible, “Not like that. Not…like it was some accusation I had to defend myself from.”

Daruk nodded slowly, “I get that. It is not something that anyone should have to say out loud unless they're ready. And what Revali did? That wasn’t right. But you? You stood your ground. You were honest. That’s more than a lot of people could’ve done.”

He shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping him, “it doesn't feel brave. Just humiliating.”

The Goron’s expression softened, and he placed a heavy hand on Link’s shoulder. The weight offering some grounding sensation, pressing him into the ground, “Listen,” he offered, “what happened to you. It doesn't make you weak. It doesn't make you any less of a hero we all believe in. What it does make you is a person. And there’s no shame in that.”

Link swallowed the hard lump in his throat, making it difficult to speak, “I don’t know how to move past it, Zelda keeps telling me it will get better. I don’t know if it will.” He admitted it, voice wavering slightly.

Daruk gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze, “you don’t have to figure it all out right now. Healing isn’t a race you know. It’s not something you can force. But you’re not alone in this. You’ve got all of us, and I promise you, we’ve got your back. Even Revali, once he gets his head out of those feathers.”

That drew a faint, reluctant smile from Link, and Daruk finally let out a deep, warm chuckle, “but seriously, moving forward, it’s okay to let us help you. You’re not just a hero to us, you’re our friend. And that means something.”

Link turned to look at him, “thank you,” he said softly, the words heavy with gratitude.

Daruk smiled, his expression filled with pride, “any time little buddy. Anytime.”

They sat in silence for a longer while, the sound of the waterfall filling the space between them. Link found himself in the strange position where the support he was receiving was actually positive. It was like his worst fears had been just that. Fears. He turned once he heard more footsteps coming their way. Zelda was walking toward them, Urbosa and Mipha at her heels.

The concern was prominent on her face as she approached his side, “are you alright?”

It was the first thing she asked, scanning his face to get an idea of his emotions. Her hand cupped his cheek, he leaned into the gesture, accepting her comforting gesture. “I’m better now,” he said, rasp emphasized by the dryness in his throat.

Mipha was the next to join the group, “I am so glad you’re okay.”

He gave her a faint, reassuring smile. She graciously accepted his gesture, moving to leaning against the railing.

Urbosa stepped closing as well, her gaze was serious, her presence commanding but gentle. “Link,” she said, folding her arms, “I don’t think there’s a soul here who would think any less of you for what you’ve been through. If anything, you’ve demonstrated a true strength few could muster.”

Zelda nodded in agreement, her fingers brushing against his as though to tether him to the moment, “we’re all here for you,” she whispered.

Daruk had removed his hand, but his infectious grin carried, “see. Told ya. We’re in this together.”

Urbosa, rested a hand on Daruk’s shoulder, “you are right, we are no longer just allies in battle. The bond we have goes beyond that. The weight of one is a weight for all of us.”

Before Link could respond, there was a faint rusting of feathers brushing against the stone pathway. Revali seemed to sink out of the shadows, there was no pride in his movements. Instead his wings were tucked tight against his side, eyes pointed towards the ground.

The group turned to face him as he stopped a few paces away. For a moment, the only noise was the sound of a waterfall and gentle chirp of crickets. No one seemed to have any soft expression encouraging the other. Link took a moment to observe the other. His approach seemed genuine, the regret in his gaze almost potent.

“I owe you an apology,” Revali said, his voice quieter than usual but no less precise. When he met Link’s eyes, the usual scrutiny and judgment were gone. What remained was fear.

Slowly, he continued. “What I said was out of line. I overstepped.”

Link watched him carefully.

“I thought… I-I was trying to act in the team’s best interest,” Revali admitted. “But I let my own pride get in the way. I doubted you, Link, and that was wrong. You didn’t deserve any of what I said… or the way I said it.”

He shifted, wings twitching slightly. “I don’t expect forgiveness. You don’t owe it to me. I just wanted you to know that I am… sorry. For everything.”

Link let the silence hang between them. He wanted to be angry. To let Revali rot in his guilt. But he could admit the Rito’s heart had been in the right place, it had just gone about it the wrong way.

Finally, Link spoke, his voice steady. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”

He wasn’t ready to forgive him. Not yet.

But he would, someday.

Revali blinked, seemingly surprised by the sincerity in his tone. He nodded sharply before stepping back, “well,” he bristled, straightening his posture, “if you need anything…you know where to find me.”

He went to walk away, and Link caught Zelda’s eye for a moment, he couldn’t stop himself, “wait.”

The Rito stopped dead in his tracks, looking back. Link stepped to the side, offering the other a space among them, “I know your heart was in the right place. You were just doing what you thought was necessary, sometimes that leads you down dark paths. I may not be able to forgive you…yet. But that doesn’t mean you don’t have space here.”

The tension eased slightly, and Revali uncomfortably shuffled forward. Daruk broke the awkwardness, “well, I’ll be,” he nudged Revali with his elbow, “you got a heart in all those feathers.”

Instead of attempting a retort, Revali just offered a dry chuckle. Zelda leaned into Link’s side, her warmth stark against his cool skin. Carefully, Link placed a hand around her shoulder, fingers brushing against the fabric of her tunic. Looking out, Link was starting to almost feel hopeful. He couldn’t bring himself to relax just yet. In his mind he was preparing for the other shoe to drop. But he could appreciate this, appreciate the fact that Hylia had put him in a group of truly good people. It would make whatever fight was ahead just a little bit easier.

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Zelda couldn’t fully recollect everything after their departure from Zora’s Domain. In truth, it had been a whirlwind of emotions. Link and Revali had lingering tension to sort out; she honestly thought their sparring had been a way to cope with it. After that evening, they had spent only a couple more days there.

Most of her time had been spent with Link, visiting the Great Spring and attempting to connect with the goddess. Of course, with everything else going right, this was the one thing that kept going wrong. She admitted that on their last night there, she had cried in Link’s arms, and he had held her tightly.

Their departure back to the kingdom had been swift, with Link leading the way. When the castle came into view again, Zelda couldn’t help but wonder how many times she had seen this sight. But this time, it felt different, more ominous. The feeling lingered in the back of her mind. Regardless, they were welcomed with open arms, her father grasping her tightly, thankful she had come home safe once more.

As usual, the King gave Link only a minor acknowledgment, as if silently thanking him for ensuring her safe travels. But none of that stopped the world from moving forward. There was a ceremony to be held, the Champions of the Divine Beasts had been chosen. With their role came an official, kingdom wide title and the bestowment of their royal garbs.

The morning of the ceremony was radiant, the skies an endless expanse of blue, unmarred by clouds. She would always remember that day.

Zelda stood on the castle balcony, overlooking the courtyard where the grand celebration was about to begin. Banners bearing the sigils of Hyrule and the Divine Beasts fluttered in the wind, their vibrant colors a stark contrast against the stone walls that enclosed the courtyard.

She clasped her hands in front of her, taking a deep breath to calm the nervous energy thrumming through her veins. Today was a day of triumph, a day to honor those who would wield the power of the Divine Beasts and protect Hyrule alongside her.

The courtyard was alive with anticipation, nobles and villagers alike gathered to witness the historic moment. A soft melody, played by a troupe of musicians, drifted through the air as Zelda descended the grand staircase to join the gathering. Her father stood at the center of it all, his presence regal and commanding.

As Zelda took her place, she looked around at the excited faces. As if sensing her gaze, Link rounded the corner. A few short days had done wonders for him. His skin no longer held the sickly pale hue that had been haunting him, and he carried himself with his usual poise. His cheeks even had some color to them now.

He wore the expected Champion’s tunic, his boots polished to a shine, his pants devoid of any speck of dirt. Soldiers trailed behind him, she assumed they had been conversing with him earlier. He took his place beside her, his hair pulled back in a way that certainly made him look handsome. When the trumpets blared, she knew it was time for the ceremony to begin.

The crowd fell silent, their murmurs fading into an expectant hush. The Champions entered through the large doors, each one looking polished and regal. Even Daruk had managed to tame his hair and beard for the occasion. They were dressed in ceremonial attire, each outfit a reflection of their people and traditions. Revali’s feathers shimmered under the sunlight, while Urbosa’s Gerudo silks flowed like desert winds. Daruk’s armor gleamed, radiating warmth, and Mipha’s Zora finery was as elegant as the ocean itself.

King Rhoam’s voice carried over the gathered crowd, steady and resolute. “People of Hyrule, today we stand united in purpose as we name our Champions…the defenders of the realm, chosen to guide the Divine Beasts and uphold the peace of our land.”

He gestured toward them, and she saw Link stand a little taller. As the King acknowledged them, his expression softened. “These four have demonstrated unparalleled bravery, wisdom, and strength. They are not only the pride of their people but the hope of us all.”

Zelda stepped forward, holding a scroll tied with a golden ribbon. Unrolling it, she began to read the inscription. She remembered practicing this speech so long ago, and yet it felt as natural as ever. “By decree of the Crown, let it be known that Revali of the Rito is hereby named the Champion of Vah Medoh, for his unmatched skill in the skies and his unyielding dedication to the defense of Hyrule.”

Link and Revali exchanged a nod. The respect had been earned, and the past was behind them now. The crowd erupted into applause as Revali stepped forward, his expression a mix of pride and learned humility. Zelda offered him a small smile and handed him his Champion’s cloth along with a ceremonial token, a gilded feather crafted by the royal artisans. Revali nodded, scanning the crowd before bowing slightly, his wings tucked close.

She cleared her throat. “Urbosa of the Gerudo is hereby named Champion of Vah Naboris, for her indomitable spirit and her unwavering loyalty to the people and the realm.”

Urbosa approached with her characteristic grace, head held high. She accepted her tunic and token, a finely crafted Gerudo insignia etched into a bronze medallion. She smiled at Zelda and winked before raising it to the cheering crowd.

“Daruk of the Gorons is hereby named Champion of Vah Rudania, for his unshakable courage and steadfast strength, as enduring as the mountains themselves.”

Daruk stepped forward, beaming. He received his garb and gratefully accepted the polished stone emblem engraved with the symbol of his people. He held it high, earning an enthusiastic cheer from the Gorons in the crowd, their chants echoing across the courtyard.

“And finally,” Zelda’s voice softened, “Mipha of the Zora is hereby named Champion of Vah Ruta, for her unmatched grace and her compassion, which flows as freely as the rivers that sustain us.”

Mipha stepped forward with quiet dignity, accepting her token and garment. She was given a delicate crystalline charm shaped like a water droplet. Her gaze met Zelda’s briefly, gratitude shining in her eyes.

When all four stood side by side, their tokens gleaming, King Rhoam raised his hands to address the crowd once more. “Let this day be a reminder of our unity, our resilience, and the strength we find in each other. May the Champions guide us with their wisdom and protect us with their might. Together, we will face any storm that comes.”

The crowd erupted into cheers, their voices rising as one. The Champions turned to face the people, their presence carrying a new sense of purpose. Zelda felt a swell of pride as she looked at them, her friends, her allies.

As the ceremony concluded, the music resumed, and the courtyard became a place of celebration. Revali offered a rare smile to Mipha as they exchanged a few words before moving to the dance floor together. Daruk clapped Urbosa on the back with a hearty laugh, the two Champions towering over most of the crowd. Link remained at Zelda’s side as she was congratulated by nobles and villagers alike, taking delight in the festivities.

One day, Ganon would arrive. But tonight, Zelda was in the best company she could have imagined. She was hopeful. So much pain had been endured to reach this moment.

As the sun sank, the courtyard became illuminated by warm summer festival lights. By now, the food had been polished off, and the space had turned into a place of dancing. At some point, Link stepped to the edge.

Zelda was dancing with Mipha now, the two princesses twirling and laughing with childlike glee. They were both so young, yet they stood as testaments to the future. Everyone seemed to relax, embracing the moment for what it was. Which only made it more bittersweet when the festivities concluded, and the time came for everyone to depart to their respective realms, leaving Link and Zelda alone in the castle once more.

Their farewells were heartfelt, Mipha giving Zelda a tight hug. A bond had been forged between them all, built on respect and trust.

Zelda stood on her balcony, watching the carriages and envoys depart in a regal manner. Link stood beside her.

“We’ll see them again,” he said, watching with her.

Zelda nodded. She trusted those words and believed them wholeheartedly. Hopefully, the next time they saw each other, they would be celebrating the defeat of Ganon.

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“Mipha, please answer,” Zelda pleaded into the Sheikah Slate. “Miph—”

A hand clamped over her mouth, silencing her. Link’s heart pounded. The Sheikah Slate crackled with static. No one was answering. No one. The only sounds that reached them were the distant shrieks of the dying and the mechanical screech of corrupted Guardians unleashing their fury. Zelda’s tears fell freely, her body trembling against his. Link didn’t want to assume the worst, but deep down, he knew.

Ganon had arrived. And he had brought Hell with him.

They had underestimated him. They never expected his malice to infect the Guardians, to turn Hyrule’s own creations into death machines. A blood curdling shriek cut through the chaos as a Lynel thundered through the burning forest, its hooves cracking the earth beneath it. It didn’t see them. Not yet. Hunched behind a crumbling rock, they barely breathed.

“Link, what do we do?” Zelda whispered, panic lacing her voice.

He didn’t know.

She hadn’t unlocked her power. The Master Sword alone wasn’t enough. And they were outnumbered a hundred to one.

Blood dripped from his nose. His body was failing him. He had spent the entire night fighting, running, bleeding. The words of the king echoed in his mind:
“Get out of here! Keep her safe!”

He had barely heard them over the roar of battle. The last thing he saw before the castle doors crumbled was the King standing his ground, sword in hand, as the Guardians swarmed.
Zelda had fought him, screamed at him, but he hadn’t given her a choice. He had grabbed her, forced her to run. She didn’t see what he saw, Hyrule falling, its people burning, its hope dying. He had to get her out. He had to.

A Hinox crashed through the trees, its massive eye locking onto them. It let out a guttural roar. Link didn’t hesitate. He pulled an arrow from his quiver, aimed, and let it fly. The shot buried itself deep into the beast’s pupil. The Hinox let out a final screech before collapsing, shaking the ground beneath them.

Link exhaled sharply, but there was no relief. His bowstring had frayed to its limit, one more shot, and it would snap.

Flames crackled all around them, eating away at the trees. “We have to go.” He tried to push himself to his feet but staggered.

Zelda caught him, eyes wide with horror. His tunic was torn, his armor dented. Blood seeped through fabric where he had been slashed, stabbed, burned.
But they couldn’t stop.

Shock propelled them forward. Link gritted his teeth and grabbed Zelda’s hand, pulling her with him. He had one goal, to get to Hateno Village. Maybe, just maybe, there was still help there.

Then the ground beneath them glowed red.

A Guardian locked onto him.

No.

Link shoved Zelda behind him, unsheathing the Master Sword with shaking hands. He raised his shield…

The blast came.

His shield shattered. Splintered metal and wood flew from his grasp. He barely had time to react before the Guardian charged another shot. Without thinking, he lunged, sword in hand. The Master Sword shone brightly as he drove it straight into the Guardian’s eye. Sparks erupted as its body twitched and collapsed.

But as it died, one of its mechanical arms swung wildly, grabbing his leg.
Agony tore through him. He barely choked down the scream. The claw crushed down like a vice, metal grinding against bone. Gasping, he yanked himself free, stumbling backward.

“Link!” Zelda’s hands were on him instantly.

He could barely see her through the haze of pain, but her expression was pure terror. Her golden hair was wild, streaked with soot. Tears carved lines down her ash-stained face.

“Are you okay?” he rasped.

She nodded frantically, but there was no time, another Guardian appeared.

It scanned the wreckage.

It hadn’t seen them yet.

Link’s breath hitched.

They wouldn’t survive another fight.

He knew what he had to do.

“I’m going to take this.” His voice was barely a whisper.

Zelda’s head snapped toward him. “Link, no...”

“I can’t run.” His voice was hoarse, shaking, but firm. “Zelda, I can’t run. I’m going to distract it, and you need to go.”

“No!” She gripped him, desperate. “I’m not leaving you!”

The Guardian’s eye turned red. It saw them. Link shoved her back. “Zelda, GO!”

She sobbed, her fingers digging into his tunic. “I won’t! I can’t!”

He clenched his jaw. There was no time.

“I’m going to die.” His voice broke, raw and desperate. “Please, let me die saving you. Please. I made a promise to your father.”

She shook her head violently, clinging to him, refusing to move.
He made the choice for her.

With the last of his strength, he pushed her away and turned to face the Guardian. The Master Sword trembled in his grip. His body was failing, screaming in protest. But he stood his ground.

The Guardian’s eye locked onto him.

The air grew heavy.

The glow of the blast illuminated the night.

Link exhaled, closed his eyes…

And the last thing he heard was Zelda’s scream.

Then...golden light. And after that…

Nothing.

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Calamity Ganon’s roar echoed in the crumbling halls, the sound splintering and shaking the very structure before it began to fade. The creature stumbled back, body collapsing as it released a low, rattling sigh. The monstrous form dissolved into drifting embers of black and yellow. 

In its wake: light. It was pure, radiant, and blinding. Link shielded his eyes as it spilled outward in a wave, shredding any corruption that clung to the stones. All while he stood at the center of it, chest heaving, heart pounding in his chest. The Master Sword glowed in its hand, brilliant blue reflected in his eyes. When the adrenaline crash hit him, his knees buckled, and for a moment he wasn’t sure if he was standing on solid ground or the last fragments of the nightmare he’d just helped destroy. 

Days of pushing himself to the brink, restoring his memories, freeing the spirits of their friends, re-awakening the Divine Beasts, all of it had led up to this moment. 

His eyes drifted in front of him as the light slowly formed into a shape, his breath caught when the all too familiar figure fully manifested. Zelda fell. One soft gasp, a final flutter of golden light, and she collapsed into his arms. 

He caught her in an instant, sword discarded, resting on the ground unceremoniously. Her weight curled into him, he felt the world tilt. For a moment, they were the only living things in the decaying throne room. He couldn’t even make out the chirp of a bird. Dust drifted down in quiet flurries. Spider webs blowing in the faint breeze that traveled through the cracked windows. 

Link inhaled sharply, the air tasted like smoke and grief, thick, metallic, and unbelievably heavy. He pressed a shaking hand to the side of her neck. There was a pulse. Weak. Too weak.

Relief hit him like a punch to the gut. 

He gathered her against his chest, lifting her in both arms. She was lighter than he remembered, or maybe he was just too exhausted to trust his own strength. Her dress was the same as he remembered, white except for where it was tattered and muddied from their attempted escape. Her hair spilled over his arms, brushing against his tunic. 

When he fully rose, the silence hit him with full force. The castle was quiet.

The Calamity had loomed over the kingdom for a hundred years, how could the world not roar in the moment of its end? All her work, all her suffering, just to be met with silence? The halls felt hollow. Even the wind seemed to decide to still. The throne room doors hung crooked off their hinges, tapestries burned to threads. Each step he took echoed, like footsteps in a tomb.

As the darkness slowly broke apart, blackened flakes curled as he walked. They stuck to him like soot, each step tugging at him. A voice started to gain more traction in the back of his head:

‘You were too late. She suffered all of this because of you.’

Link could feel himself stagger, his grip tightening on Zelda. He swallowed hard. His skin crawled where faint black dust had brushed against it. He forced himself to move. 

Up the broken stairs. Through the shattered corridors. Past scorched stone and collapsed pillars. The once glorious castle was now completely gutted.

Zelda’s breaths were shallow. Too shallow. He pulled her as close as he could, feeling the faint warmth of her cheek against his collar. He wished he could run, muster a little more energy. But his legs felt like they were made of stone and trembling mud all at once. His ribs ached with each breath; every cut and injury screaming in protest.

None of it mattered to him. The only thing that mattered was her.

Another whisper slithered against the back of his skull: 

‘You weren’t strong enough…were you. Even when she saved you, you couldn’t save her…not quick enough.’

His stomach curdled. The hallway ahead wavered. For a heartbeat he thought he saw something in the shadows. He pushed forward. Debris littered the area around him, he paid mind to carefully step around it. Zelda stirred for a moment, but she didn’t wake up.

He swallowed, the tightness in his throat almost suffocating. He kept moving. Soon, they reached a familiar hallway, chamber rooms with open doors, all except for one. He pushed through the heavy wooden barrier, stepping into Zelda’s room. The space felt unfamiliar, it was largely untouched, but dust and time had faded some of the vibrant colors that had made the space so magnificent. 

Her bed was still decorated with messy bed sheets, the very bed sheets she had been dragged out of that night. Gingerly, he moved to lay her down on the somewhat soft cushions. 

It was only then when he heard the birds chirping, letting their little songs carry. Link looked at her, then out to the balcony, he could see the vast Great Hyrule Plain. A kingdom freed of rot and deceit. For the first time in a century, Hyrule breathed. He wanted to breathe too. But he could feel something burrow inside of him. Something rotting. He would chalk it up to his own anxieties or exhaustion. For now Link pulled up a chair next to the bed and sat down. 

They were alive.
The Calamity was dead.
Zelda was safe. 

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When Link opened his eyes, the sun had dropped much lower. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep, it had really just been his body giving out in fatigue. As soon as he became more aware of his surroundings he jolted up, eyes immediately locking onto Zelda. His pulse steadied as he realized that everything was okay, she hadn’t moved, no one was in danger. 

Looking out the windows he could see the ruined husk of the village that had rested just outside the castle. However, he could make out little camp fires starting to emerge as the sky turned darker. At first Link was prone to believe that it was wanderers, finally feeling safe enough to make a settlement. But the flapping banners held a familiar insignia. 

He cast one look back at Zelda before beginning the long walk down to greet them. The actual doors of the castle were too heavy to open by himself so he managed to find the crack in the wall he’d gone through earlier. There was a fire not too far from the bridge, the Sheikah symbol staring back at him. There were several fires now, men and women huddled, bags resting at their sides. However, the person of interest who caught his attention was Impa, curled up in sherpa wool, looking at him with a slow smile. 

“I wondered when you’d come down from there.”

Link didn’t respond. Rather he dipped his head, the small motion stiff and almost apologetic. The wind tufted at the hem of his tunic as he approached the fire, the warmth apparent even from a farther distance. The dancing firelight cast long shadows of the people surrounding it. Most of them were too tired or too polite to stare at him. But he felt the eyes anyway, the weight of recognition pressing at him from all sides. 

Impa rose slowly, joints cracking from the long journey. She stepped toward him, her voice quiet, “you’ve had quite the reintroduction, haven’t you?”

His throat felt sealed shut, as if dust and smoke had hardened inside of it. He only nodded once. Impa studied him for a moment longer. She had known him long enough, his silence was not new to her, maybe the unfamiliarity came from the extent of his silence. 

“Come sit,” she finally offered. 

He didn’t. His gaze flicked back toward the castle, toward the balcony and window where he knew Zelda was resting, hidden behind stone and shadow. Impa followed the direction of his eyes and hummed softly, “so she is safe.” 

She paused once more, “will you take me to her.” 

That he could do. Link made a small gesture and Impa and two others began to follow him. They wandered through the cracked foundation into the larger halls. It was strange to recount a path he’d taken thousands of times and for it not to feel right. 

They all arrived at her room, Impa nodded to the two men, “stay outside, this is your post now.” There was no further argument. 

Together they stepped into the room, the smell of dust and old books greeted Link as they disturbed the environment. Impa moved to Zelda’s side, reaching for her hand, wrinkled flesh connecting with something more pristine. 

“Oh-” Impa said, voice cracking, “oh my dear-” 

Quiet settled over them both, Impa seemingly searching for any other words to say. But instead she just stood there, holding Zelda’s hand, thumb rubbing circles into it. Once again Link’s eyes drifted out to the fire pits under the stars. People would come, they would be filled with hope. 

He took in a shaky breath, exhaling as softly as possible, maintaining the position of calm. Impa lingered a moment longer before stepping back, wiping her eyes of lingering moisture, “there are Rito on the way,” she informed him, “I suspect Kaneli will also bring people from Tarrey Town. They want to rebuild…it is time for the people to return home.”

Home…for the longest time this castle had in fact been his home. But now it was the farthest thing from it. Days of sleeping in random abandoned structures, random beds, grass beds, and looming trees had taken its toll on him. Nothing felt normal or seemed right. 

“In the meantime,” Impa offered, “you should eat, or at least warm yourself.”

He shook his head. The idea of eating, the idea of letting his guard drop even for a second, felt impossible. His stomach churned once more. A faint, cold pressure pulsing beneath his ribs.

Impa sighed but did not argue. Age had taught her many things, it taught her when to act, and when to recognize a warrior holding themself together by threads, “right then. Tomorrow we can start with clearing the castle. From the looks of this, there is much work to be done.”

Her small body shuffled out of the room, she stopped just shy of the entry way, looking back one last time, “and Link…” her voice held something a little heavier, “it’s good to see you. Both of you.”

And just like that, she left, turning away and taking the guards with her. Link turned back to Zelda. It was fully dark in the room now. Cold too. He moved to find more blankets, resting them over the princess. Hoping that it was enough to keep her stable. 

Link fell back in his chair, head resting against the wall. He was not tired in the slightest. Rather he looked up through the glass to see the new moon, its glow faint and icy. He closed his eyes for a moment, there were so many things to remember, memories he wasn’t ready to face. 

Without thinking too much, he thought of a quick prayer to Hylia. More people would come, and more strength would be needed. He prayed…maybe even begged for Zelda to recover swiftly, and that he could be forgiven for taking so long to get to her. 

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The morning slowly bled into noon. By the time the sun had reached its crest above the ruins, Link was already soaked in sweat and dust. He’d been working alongside others to clear the ruins. For hours he’d been lifting charred beams, clearing out stones and bricks that accumulated around holes in walls, moving out old accessories, and clearing out broken glass. It was a steady rhythm, it felt him little room for thought outside of what the next task would be. 

Whispers were still lurking in the dark corners of the castle. Link was confidently chalking that up to exhaustion. As the castle was slowly cleaned. Villagers, traders, and wanderers were starting to populate the ruins of the village outside of the castle. From one of the little windows he could make out the white tents and canopies that were being lifted up. Laughter and chatter drifted through the air. 

“It’s almost strange to see this place with so much life once more,” Impa offered.

Link almost jumped. He turned back to look at the older woman, who shuffled to his side, “I almost thought I wouldn’t live to see the day.”

Her smile was bright, warm, and everything that it needed to be. Link nodded in agreement, looking back out to the little settlement, “have you eaten yet,” Impa asked.

He shook his head, there hadn’t been any time. In truth, he wanted some parts of the castle to be well enough so that when Zelda awoke it wouldn’t be so jarring. Impa ‘tsked’, “well then, we’ll fix that. Come down to the village, let’s get you a warm meal.”

There was no room for argument as he was practically dragged out of the castle and into the outside encampments. For most of the walk Link had to be somewhat hunched over, Impa grasping his hand. As they moved through some of the tents, he could hear muttering.

“Is that…”
“I knew that guy was important!”

“...I heard that the princess is still alive.”
“No, I thought she died a long time ago.”
“Link, they say he struck the final blow.”
“...the hero of Hyrule…”

He fought the urge to clench his free hand. He looked away, jaw tight. The ruins of the outer town were thick with life the deeper they went. Life trying to remember how to exist again, without the fear of slaughter from some unknown darkness. Smoke rose from cookfires and repair pits. Horses whined as travelers made a makeshift stable. Children ran between tents with scavenged trinkets, their laughter almost infectious.

The more people gathered, the louder it all became. 

From above him, Rito circled, in their talons were baskets, some carried goods, and others carried people. Especially several residents of Tarrey Town. The baskets fell into the dirt with a soft thud, Hudson stepped out, eyebrows still thick and bushy. He spoke little words. Rhondson stepped out behind him, patting Link on the cheek, “it’s good to see you!”

Impa nodded in greeting, “we appreciate your time. I have some men to the left, you can coordinate construction and what you need with them.”

That seemed to be the only business that was needed. Behind them there was a larger gust of wings, before an excited chirp. Link was immediately wrapped in wings, he recognized Kaneli’s features instantly. Familiar feathers brushed against his cheek as he was yanked into a hug, “my boy,” Kaneli chirped, his voice filled with joy, “the winds carried you to victory, we left as soon as we saw that the skies had cleared!”

It was slightly jarring. The Kaneli that Link remembered was more diplomatic, scared of making a big splash. Though he supposed that enough time would in fact change a person. When they separated, the other’s amber eyes still shone with something between pride and reverence.

“You figured you’d be exhausted and Impa had some foresight to request additional aid,” he bustled, gesturing to the other materials that were in his possession, “we brought supplies. Food, cloth, tools. Whatever we could carry within reason.”

More Rito dropped from the sky in sweeping arcs, warriors, apprentices…whoever was willing to come. Their talons kicked up dust as they landed. Some were immediately gestured into Sheikah tents. Others were pointed in the direction of the castle, encouraged to help with some additional work.

Needless to say, the already busy air was now vibrating with movement. The people didn’t stop, the continued with their day, mending and making the once barren space a home. Everyone seemed to know exactly where to go, what to do, who to speak to. Everyone except him. The only person he wanted to talk to, to hear, was sleeping after a century-long battle.

Impa continued to guide him through the crowd, hand still lightly gripping his wrist. She brought him to a long hide that had been laid out over the dirt, it was lined with steaming bowls and pots, a couple of villagers sitting crisscrossed on the mat. The soup bobbed with herbs and vegetables, chunks of meat sinking in the broth. 

“Sit,” Impa ordered.

He didn’t want to. But his body moved on impulse. He lowered himself to the ground, the warm sun beating down, broken by the intermittent gust of wind. A villager placed a bowl in front of him with a smile, she seemed nice enough.

Link looked down at the food, the deep rich color. He stared at the food for a long moment. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d taken something that someone else had offered. Maybe at Zora’s Domain all those years ago…the one he and Revali-

The memory sent a chill down his spine. He set the bowl down aside and nodded in thanks. He would cook his own meal in due time. Impa looked at him with a sour expression, “are you not hungry.” 

All around him, voices rose. People unloading lumber, fetching water. There was laughing, scolding. Life returning in fits and stutters. It reminded him so much of life before all of this. His mind brushed back to the nights of exploring ruins, abandoned long ago. All the noise seeped into his body. It was the draw back of always listening. It echoed in him like a drum beat. 

He heard another whisper behind him.

“Without him, we’d all be doomed.”
“He’s a true hero.”

Link could feel his knuckles tighten, turning white. His stomach coiled on itself. He lowered his head so his hair fell into his eyes. Locked onto the stained hide, observing the fuzziness that had been left on. A hero…he didn’t feel like one. 

He felt like someone who had arrived too late. Someone who had slept through a century, someone who had needed Zelda to save him along the way. The real hero was resting. The real hero had been holding the darkness away, keeping everyone safe. And no one seemed to remember her name. 

Impa was wrapped up in a conversation with someone else. Link took that as his cue to stand up. He offered her a small nod, one she caught from the corner of her eye. He needed to go do something before he went mad. As he turned around to walk back to the castle, eyes locked onto him. Some stared with wide eyes, others just offered him a little head nod. 

The familiar stone path of the castle couldn’t come soon enough. Stepping into the spacious area felt like a breath of fresh air, and the world was silent once more. Dust floated in the rays of fun, shining through tinted and muggy glass behind him something stirred. His eyes drifted to his peripheral, looking to see if someone else was in the room with him. But there was no movement.

He turned fully then, his intuition told him that someone was right there. Behind him. His movement was quick, the sword already drawn out. But again. He was met with thin air. Link blinked rapidly for a moment, before shaking himself off. He needed to focus. There was no time for paranoia. 

Quickly, he made his way to the hallway that Zelda’s chamber was located in. Two Shekiah guards had taken place. He nodded to them, a sign of appreciation. He went back to clearing rubble, hauling stones and dropping them, watching them tumble into the grass and some even rolled into the deep river below.

Link continued the rhythm until the sweat stung his eyes and his breath turned sharp. 

Until his muscles shook. 

Until the whispers came back, taunting and dark.

“You weren’t enough. You kept her waiting. They call you a hero…we both know that’s a lie.”

He tightened the grip on the stone, the largest and final one before he would have officially cleared the hallway of debris. Once Zelda woke up…it would be easier, it had to be.