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Zelda walked through the alley, tote slung over her shoulder. She rubbed at it, mentally cursing the laptop her college required, the city humming in the background.
The air changed, and she stopped. The air twisted and she took a step back, startled.
Before she could react more, a large purple void spiraled into existence. Portal? Whatever.
A man, blond and wearing green, with a white cape stumbled out. Eight more of various ages, statures, and clothes followed.
Zelda took a few more steps back. What. The heck. Was that.
One of the strange portal men, wearing a full set of medieval armour, called out, “Anybody recognize this Hyrule?”
Another of the portal men, dirty blond with a thick fur pelt on his shoulders glanced up and locked eyes with her, taking a startled step back. The others noticed his reaction and also looked up at her, most looking as stunned as she felt.
They stared at each other for a solid ten seconds, before a tanned teen with blond hair and a bright blue shirt leaned forward with a grin and said, “Hi! My name's Wind! Um, would yours happen to be Zelda?”
Zelda noticed that he (Wind?) had a sword and shield strapped to his back. It looked real. On closer examination, all of the men had swords. She took more steps back as somebody, with pink hair and a red shirt hissed, “Wind!”
Oh gosh, was she about to get murdered by strange portal men at 19? Or kidnapped??
“How…do you know my name?” She asked.
“Sorry Princess. This is going to be hard to believe, but—” the armoured man started, but Zelda cut him off.
“Wait wait wait wait. Princess??? What makes you think I'm a princess? Or even just royalty?”
The man (who also only had one eye and strange tattoos) blinked in surprise. “Your…name is Zelda, yes?”
Zelda paused before answering, “Yes. It is. But how do you know that and why did that make you think that I’m a princess?"
The man paused, floundering for an answer. The pelt portal guy answered instead, “Apologies, ma'am. This may be hard to believe, but we're past heroes of Hyrule. We've been on an adventure travelling through time, with those portals that you saw us come out of."
Zelda blinked in surprise. Hyrule? Whatever. More importantly, time travel???
Another of the men, blond with a long and thick blue scarf picked up after pelt guy, "We know your name because all of the past princesses and queens of Hyrule that we know are named Zelda. You were right out of the portal, so it made sense. Though we just assumed that you were royalty, because all of our Zelda's were. Apologies again."
Zelda stayed silent, processing. Scarf gave a small smile. "Did we break your brain?"
Zelda blinked again, "Uhh. A little." A few of the men, mostly the younger looking ones chuckled a bit, and Zelda felt her lips twitching up, but forced it down. "So. Time travel?"
Pink hair guy said, "Yup. Sounds unbelievable, though you did see us come out of the portal, so it should be more believable. Know anybody named Link?"
"Huh?" Zelda asked. Why did they ask that, of all things. Such a strange name.
"Link. For most every era we go to, we have to pick up the hero of that era. Who, based on all of us, is named Link." A new guy spoke up, sleepy sounding with a white cape over his shoulders.
"...That's a weird name." Zelda said. "But no. I don't know any Links."
Wind (is that actually his name?) scrunched up his face a little and asked, "Are you sure? There hasn't been some sort of world ending evil that someone had to stop?"
"What? No! Nothing like that has happened. What are you talking about?" Zelda demanded.
“You sure? No wars, catastrophes, things like that?” Wind asks.
“Well, there is some bad stuff happening, that I guess some people would categorize as a catastrophe,” Zelda started, some of the men perking up, “But not in this country,” she finished.
“Oh, so in a neighboring country? Like Labrynna or Holodrum? How long would it take to walk there? A day? Two? Or is it like Wild’s Hyrule and be more like a week?” Red shirt guy asked. Zelda’s thoughts came to a stop.
What the heck was that? Labrynna? Holodrum? Walking to the border in two days? Driving to the border, sure, that was plausible, but walking? Yeah, no.
“…Ok. Few things I apparently need to clarify. First off, I’ve never heard of Labrynna or Holdrum in my life,” she started. Red shirt guy's expression changed, and he opened his mouth, but Zelda beat him to it. “Second off, to walk to the closest country border is not a day or two. That's like a month or two of walking. You could probably reach it by car in like a day, though.” Multiple of the men furrowed their brows or tilted their heads (or both) with clear confusion, but Zelda continued on. “And third, these conflicts or wars or whatever are not in the neighboring countries. They are literally on the other side of the world.”
“Oh.” Wind said. “That’s…ok. What's a car?”
Zelda was about to respond, but thunder cracked across the sky. Right. The forecast did say rain at about this time.
Zelda sighed. “Let's just go to my house and continue this there, I don't want to get rained on. That good with you guys?”
The men looked at one eye, waiting. Seems he's the leader. “Yes, that's much appreciated, thank you.” he said.
“Great, let's go.” Zelda said, turning to lead the others out of the alley.
Wait.
Their weapons! Zelda turned to the men, making the men stop in confusion. “K, I nearly forgot, but do you have anywhere to store your weapons? I don't know, just not in the open?” She said.
One of the other blond haired blue shirt guys, though he also had a navy blue cloak and burn scars traveling up his face, spoke up.
“You guys can put your weapons in the Slate. But why can we not have them?”
As the men starting taking their weapons and shields off, Zelda answered, “I'm like 90 percent sure weapons aren't allowed in the open like that, especially if they're real,” she paused, peering at one of the swords, “They are real, right?”
Red shirt bristled, and snapped, “Of course they're real!”
“Legend.” One eye reprimanded. Is that red shirt’s name?
Zelda was about to apologize when a flash of blue light caught her attention. She watched pelt guy go to cloak scar guy and hand him his sword. Cloak scar guy grabbed it, and it disappeared into strings of blue light, which then disappeared to a small phone sized thing on his hip.
What in the name of everything was that.
Cloak scar guy and pelt guy (she really needs to get better nicknames for these people) noticed her watching and smirked at her expression.
“Curious?” Scar asked (no, that nickname is kinda mean).
“... Yeah, a bit. What is it?” She asked.
“This is my Sheikah Slate. It's technology.” Cloak asked (meh, that's better than Scar at least).
Wait. Technology? That looked like magic what do you mean technology.
“...That doesn't look like any technology I've ever seen before.” Zelda managed to say, thoughts still screaming about how that was magic.
Cloak perks up. “You know what technology is! None of these guys do. What's your technology like?”
“Um, not like that,” She replied, “That looked more magic than technology.”
Pelt guy snorted, and clapped Cloak on the back, “Hah! See Wild? Even the one who knows what ‘technology’ is, still thinks that your fancy slate is magic!”
Cloak (Wild? What are with these names) groaned. “Come on, it’s not magic, it’s technology.”
“I’ll show you what my technology is later.”
Soon everybody’s weapons and things were away, though some still wore armour. Oh well, it’s the city, there’s weirder people out there, and at least without the visible weapons they’re in less danger of getting arrested.
“Cool, let’s go,” she said, turning and walking out of the alley onto the street. The men followed.
She turned onto the sidewalk and started walking home, but she noticed that the others weren’t following. She turned and they were all looking very wide eyed at the city, though only a little ways behind.
Right. They were from the past, and probably weren’t industrialized, so they wouldn’t have stuff like this.
“You guys coming?” Zelda called out.
“Sorry about that,” white cape guy said, all of them catching up to her.
“Meh, it’s fine. You guys probably don’t have cities this big.”
“Yeah, you got that right.” Cape said.
Wind bounded up to her, all excited, “This city is so big! How are the buildings so tall? Also, why does it smell kind of weird?”
“Wind.” One eye said.
Zelda smiled a bit, “No it’s ok.” She was about to say more, but a car turned onto the street at that moment. She would have just ignored it, but the men startled badly.
Right. Time travel. Ugh. This is going to be exhausting.
“What’s that?” asked a short guy with four colors on his shirt (tunic?).
“Is it an enemy?” Red shirt asked, looking very wary.
Zelda chuckled, “No it’s just a car. It’s…a method of transportation.”
Wind’s eyes widened, “Wait, you mentioned a car before! That’s what it is?”
“Yup. So, are we actually going to keep moving, or are we going to get rained on.” she asked.
“Heh, yeah sorry. We can keep moving.” Pelt guy said.
“Great.”
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As they walked through the city, the others looked around in awe at the city. Which, understandable, NYC is a very big city. And, just like Zelda thought, nobody really gave this group more than a second glance.
She glanced at the others behind her and noticed that most of them were looking uncomfortable, Wild and another guy with brown hair and a green tunic especially. Oof.
Luckily they were near her house. Apartment. Whatever. Only took an extra 10 minutes on top of the usual 20.
She stopped at a crosswalk, and Wind nearly bumped into her. "Why'd we stop?"
"My house is across the street, so we have to wait here for our turn." Zelda answered.
"Why can't we just go now?" Wind asked.
"It's probably 'cus of the car things." Pelt guy answered.
"Yep, you're right. We wait here so we don't cause a crash and get hurt. It's nearly our turn anyway." Zelda glanced that the stoplight and noticed that it turned yellow, then red.
The crosswalk turned green and started its chirping sound, and Zelda walked forward. "Our turn." They crossed the road, and continued down the street.
"How did the... cars, know to stop?" Four color shirt guy asked.
Zelda hummed a bit, formulating an answer. "Well, did you see the colored street lights, on the other side of road?" Four color shirt guy nodded. "That's how. It turns different colors on a timer to let the different directions go. Green is go, yellow is slow down, and red is stop. When that light turned red, the other direction, our direction, turned green, and so did the crosswalk light."
Zelda reached into her bag and felt around a bit for her keys, Wind watching curiously (and maybe the others were too, but they were behind her so she couldn’t see). They reached a door and she tapped her key card on the reader and swung the door open and gestured for the others to go in.
They looked a little wary, which, weird. Maybe they don’t have stuff like apartment complexes? Yeah that would make sense.
But they all went in and she followed them. “K I am on the third floor, so would you rather do stairs or the elevator.” Zelda said.
Most looked at her owlishly. Right. Have to explain what an elevator is. Wild opened his mouth to say something, but Zelda cut him off, “Sorry, an elevator moves things and people up and down floors and it’s easier than stairs, so many people prefer it. But I’m fine with either.” Wild’s mouth closed.
“I think the stairs will be fine.” One eye said, but then Wind said, “No, I want to do the elevator, that seems cool!” Wild, four color shirt guy, and the single brunet all nodded in agreement.
“Wha—why?” Scarfy asked. “I think the stairs will be just fine.”
“I think it’ll be cool!” Wind exclaimed.
“It does seem interesting.” Brunet said.
“Yeah! Also, is this your technology Zelda?” Wild said.
“Uh, yeah I guess it is.” Zelda answered.
“Then I definitely want to see it!” Wild said.
“Well too bad because you’re outnumbered, four to five.” Scarfy said.
“No, we’re even, Zelda’s on our side. Right?” Wind said.
Zelda held up her hands, “I’m an unbiased participant.”
“See, we have one more than you four.” Scarfy said.
“Actually…” White cape said with a mischievous smile.
The elevator four lit up and Scarfy turned to him in despair.
“No, Sky, why do you do this to me?"
“Hmm, well if Wars doesn’t want to do it then I guess I want to do it,” Red shirt said, smirking.
“Legend!” Scarfy/Wars(?) whined.
Zelda chuckled at their antics. “Well, I guess we’re doing the elevator, come on.”
She led them to the elevator and pressed the button. It must’ve already been there, as it dinged immediately and the doors slid open. She walked inside, the others following her. They all squeezed into the almost tight fit, and Zelda reached to the buttons and pressed the 3. It lit up, the elevator started moving, and a lot of the boys stumbled.
“Careful.” she warned, and red shirt shot her a glare. “Gee, thanks.”
She smirked. Soon they were at the third floor, the doors opened, and they stepped off.
“How do you know we’re on the third floor?” Pelt asked.
“Well, there’s a window at the end of the hall, you could go look at that, or there’s also windows in my apartment.” Zelda answered, fiddling with her keys.
“How does the elevator work?” Four color shirt guy asked.
“Mmm, I’m not entirely sure, but I think it has something to do with counterweights that balance it and move it up and down and a pulley system, probably, along with electricity to power it all or something along those lines.” she answered.
They reached her door, and she unlocked it and they all went inside. She flicked on the lights and set her bag down on the table before heading to the kitchen. The others looked around curiously, and Wind followed her.
“What are ya doing?” he asked.
“Just getting dinner started.” Zelda replied.
“Do you want help? I’m pretty good at cooking.” Wild said, wandering over.
“No, I think I’ve got it. But is anyone alergic to anything?” She asked, opening a cupboard and pulling a pot out.
“No, don’t think so.” he replied.
“Good,” she walked over to the sink and started filling the pot with water.
“Woah!” Wind said, “There’s water!”
Zelda gave him a quizzical look. “Yeah?”
“You don’t have to go out and collect it?” Pelt asked.
“Nope.” Right. Medieval knights or whatever.
“How does it work?” Four color shirt guy asked.
“Uh, there’s pipes that the water goes through and forces that pushes the water? Kind of? I’m not entirely sure.” Zelda finished filling the pot and set it on the stove, twisting a knob to turn a burner on.
“What’s that?” Brown hair asked. Seems he wandered over here too.
“Electric stove. Cooks things, and it gets really hot, so do not touch it.” she answered, going over to the cabinets. Hmm, should she do ramen or normal spaghetti. Ramen is cheaper but it might not be enough for everybody. Meh, spaghetti it is.
She pulled out a box of spaghetti and set it on the counter as pelt said, “That doesn’t really look like the stoves I’ve seen.”
“Yeah, makes sense,” she put a lid on the pot and walked to the living room where the remaining time travelers were. The other heroes followed her.
“So,” she said sitting down at her desk and turning to look at them, “Want to explain more about this? Like the time traveling and whatnot?"
“Yes, we should,” Wars said. All the others sat down either on the floor, and a few tentatively sat down on her couch before sinking into it.
“Like we said before, we’re the past heroes of Hyrule, and we’ve been chasing this shadow, that makes monsters stronger and smarter, with black blood.” One eye said.
…Monsters?
That’s…ok. Apparently monsters were a thing. Or maybe are a thing. Probably were though.
“Do you know of any monster attacks or heard of any monsters that seemed stronger around here?” Wars asked.
“Um, well, monsters aren’t really a thing anymore, or at least I don’t think. Like I thought that monsters were just like fiction, especially in the way you’re describing them. I’ve never heard of actual real monsters before, and I read a lot. So if I had to guess, I’d say that your monsters don’t exsist anymore.” She said, watching their reactions.
Their eyes widened and/or mouths opened, and Wind exclaimed, “What? No monsters?"
“That’s kind of not fair,” multicolor shirt muttered.
“Four.” One eye reprimanded.
“What he’s right.” Wild said.
“So what did we come here for if there aren’t monsters.” Red shirt said, scowling.
“Dunno, but you can stay here while you figure out what you’re doing next.” Zelda said, rolling her shoulders.
“That’s very kind of you,” One eye said.
“Sweet! So we can see more of the cool things you have! Like that! What’s that?” Wind said, pointing to her TV.
“That’s the TV. It’s used for entertainment. Speaking of, do you want to watch something on it?”
“Yeah!”
“What kind of thing do you want to watch?” Zelda asked, grabbing the remote and turning the TV on.
“What kind of things are there?” Wind asked, staring wide eyed at the TV.
“Uh, there’s like, nature documentaries, history shows, cooking shows, kids shows, though technically some of them are for adults too, um, there’s a lot of things. You could find pretty much anything probably.”
“I want to watch a cooking show!” Wild said.
“Of course you’d want to watch that,” Pelt laughed.
“Hey, maybe it could teach you how to cook.” Wild retorted, “Could it?”
“Maybe? There’s other things that you could watch that would be better for learning how to cook, these are more like cooking competitions.”
“Hey, random question, but this city is massive, what’s the size of it?” called out cape/Sky from where he was looking out the window.
“And the population?” Brown hair curiously added.
“Hmm, i don’t know off the top of my head, let me search it up real quick.” Zelda said, pulling out her phone, typing on Google.
“What’s that?” Wild asked, “It kind of looks like my Slate.”
“This is a phone, it has a lot of diferent functions and capabilities, but right now i’m using it for information, as it has access to the massive database that is the internet, you could ask whatever and you will most likely find that information using this.” Zelda replied.
“Cool."
“Ok so the size of this city, NYC, or New York City is about 305 square miles or 790 square kilometers, so that would take…” she typed more and scrolled a bit on her phone, "…eh a few days to walk across it if that helps, and a population of about…” more typing, "8.5 million. So yeah. Very big city.” she finished.
“Woah that’s HUGE!” Wind shouted.
“That is quite a sizeable city.” Wars said.
“I wonder how big Hyrule is now if a city is that big.” Multicolored shirt said.
“Hey, so you’ve mentioned this a few times now, but what is Hyrule?” Zelda asked.
Everybody stared at her in disbelief, before erupting.
“What is Hyrule???”
“What do you mean???”
“Are we not in Hyrule???”
“This is like my who is Ganon.”
“What the f***?”
“SILENCE!” One eye shouted.
Everybody stopped.
“It is clear that there is a misunderstanding here. So. Zelda. Can you explain more?” He continued.
“…Um, well, the name Hyrule seems vaguely familiar, but I don’t know from where, and since you guys seem to know it better I thought you could tell me?”
“I see. It is just that we were under the assumption that we were in Hyrule. Hyrule is our native country.”
“Oh. Ok.”
Why does that name seem so familiar. High school history class maybe? That would make sense.
“…So what’s the name of the country we’re in now?” Red shirt asked.
“Oh, the USA or the United States of America.” Zelda answered.
“You know, I'm kind of curious now, how big is this USA?” Multicolored shirt guy asked.
“Oh pretty big. Give me a sec and I can pull up a map.” she said.
She pulled up Google Maps and zoomed it out a bit to show the whole of NYC, before showing it to the Chain.
“Ok so this is NYC, here,” she said, circling it with her finger, “and this,” she said zooming out to show the rest of the USA, “is the rest of the country.”
“Holy s*** that’s massive!” Wind exclaimed.
“Language.” Wars reprimanded.
“Bite me!”
“That’s so big!” Brown hair said, eyes wide.
“How can a country be so big?” Sky said, having come over here.
“How long would it take to go across it?” Pelt asked.
“Well, that depends.” Zelda answered.
“On what?” Brown hair said.
“Mode of transportation. Are you walking, driving, flying, or what?” She said.
“Flying?” Wild asked.
“You can FLY?” Wind shouted.
“Well, sort of.” She said
“HOW?” Wind shouted.
“So there’s a thing called a plane, it uses a lot of fuel and speed to lift off the air and then kind of glides and uses lift from the air to keep it there along with speed or something like that, and it takes a lot of people places faster than walking or driving. It also can go all over the world.” Zelda explained.
“Could we go on a plane?” Wild asked, almost vibrating.
“No, that’s way too expensive, especially for all of us and I don’t have that kind of money.” She said.
“Aw man.” Wild said, wilting.
“Pfft, cub, of course you’d want to go flying.” Pelt chuckled.
“I’m going to guess that the money isn’t rupees anymore?” Wars asked.
“Rupees?”
“Knew it.”
“Here, they look like this.” Sky said, pulling one out
“Dang, that’s a pretty big gem. So that’s your currency?”
“Yup.”
“Uh…hey Zelda?” Brown hair called out from the kitchen. When did he get over there?
“…Yeah?” She called back, a bit apprehensive.
“The waters in the pot is boiling, is it supposed to?” he said, looking back at her.
“Oh, yeah, sorry guys give me a sec.”
She got up and took the lid off the pot, lowered the heat a bit, and dumped the noodles in, before setting a timer and walking back to her desk.
“K, dinner’ll be ready in ten ish minutes, cool?”
“Oh, we have food, you don’t have to.”
“Good to know, but I’m hosting you so I’ll feed you. Also, I’m already cooking it, so little late for that.”
“What are you making?”
“Spaghetti and tomato sauce.”
“Oh, cool."
Zelda clicked on The Great British Bake Off and turned to her laptop to start on her homework.
Ugh. Homework.
She logged into the student portal and checked her phone notes to see what homework she needed to do. Which looks like it’s math. Lovely.
She pulled up the problems and grabbed a notebook and pen from a desk drawer and glanced at the others. Good, they were watching.
She started on the first problem which…
Why.
Why was this here life.
She sighed and started trying to solve the problem, scratching away in her notebook.
She got three problems done before, “What are you doing?” A voice asked.
Dang it.
“Homework.” She answered, punching numbers into her calculator.
“What’s that?” he asked.
“It’s for school Wind,” she said, putting an answer into the site. Clicked the check button, and an incorrect flashed across the screen.
She growled a bit and started over as Wild, curious as to what was going on wandered over.
“Why are you growling at the glowing box? Is it going to attack you?” Wild asked.
Wind added, “You kind of look like you want to stab it.”
“No, it’s just math, I need to do ir for school, and it’s just being… difficult right now.” she said, punching in a string of numbers on the calculator.
“Is that an instrument? The rhythm is a bit clunky.” Sky asked from his perch on the couch.
“No, it’s not. It’s a calculator. It’s supposed to tell me what the square root of twenty-four is so I can finish this.”
"Twenty-four has a root?” Brown hair asked, tilting his head. "Is it a sturdy tree? I didn't know numbers could grow.”
Oh. My. Goodness these people.
“What’s that? Is that a bird? Or a very small mountain?” Wild asked, pointing to the greater sign on the problem.
"That’s a 'greater than' sign. I’m trying to find the value of 'n'."
Red shirt snorted from where he was on the couch, not even looking up from the TV. "If you have to find it, it sounds like you lost it. Why didn't you just keep better track of your numbers.
“That’s not how this works,” she growled, but continued working on the problem.
Oooh, wait, that’s what she did wrong. Her eyes widened and she sped through the rest of the calculations before inputing it into the site and…yes it’s correct!
She started the next one, simplifying radicals, and a voice asked, “Why are ya putting checks over the numbers?”
Oh, goodie, Pelt has made his way over here too.
“Radical sign, not checks.”
“Radical?” Wind asked.
She abruptly stood up, putting the supplies down and startling the group of boys around her. “I’m going to check on the spaghetti.”
She walked around them and to the kitchen without waiting for a reaction, and started rummaging in her drawers for a pasta server spoon thing. Whatever it’s called.
She could hear the soft murmurs of the group over the TV. It kind of sounded like one eye (probably) was reprimanding them? Maybe? Whatever.
She checked the pasta, and seeing it was done, grabbed a colander and strained it. She dumped in a jar of tomato sauce and stirred it, before calling, “Food’s ready!”
Wind ran into the kitchen, closely followed by Wild and then Pelt and Sky. The rest of the group either stayed sitting or hovered by the entrance of the kitchen.
“It smells good!” Wind exclaimed.
“Thanks, let me grab some bowls real quick.” Zelda replied, turning around.
She grabbed a stack and turned around, setting them on the counter next to the pot. "Okay, everyone just grab a seat wherever you can find one. I'll dish it out.”
Wind was peering at her stove, bouncing around a bit as he asked, “This stove is so weird! I don't see any wood or coals. How did the metal get hot enough to make the water bubble?"
“Electricity.” Zelda answered, "The coils under the surface get hot, and they transfer the heat—"
"So it's not hot anymore?" Wind asked, peering at the flat, black surface of the stovetop. The red "Hot Surface" indicator light was small and meant nothing to him. "Since the knob is turned back?”
Oh no.
"Wait, don't—“ she cried, lunging forwards.
Before Zelda could finish her sentence, Wind’s curiosity got the better of him. He pressed his palm flat onto the burner where the pot had just been sitting.
For a split second, there was silence. Then, a sharp hiss and Wind yelped, leaping backward so fast he nearly knocked over Wild. He clutched his hand to his chest, eyes watering.
“Wind!” One eye barked, shooting up with his hand reaching for his sword before remembering it was still in the Slate.
"It's still hot!" Wind wailed, his face scrunching up in pain. "It looks cold!”
Zelda grabbed his wrist and pulled him to the sink, saying, ""I told you not to touch it! Come on, sink. Now.”
She flicked the faucet on, shoving his hand under the stream of cool water. Wind hissed as the water hit the burn, but Zelda didn't let go.
"Is he okay?" Sky asked, crowding into the small kitchen with the rest of the group, all of them looking ready to fight the stove.
"He's fine, he's just an idiot,” Red shirt muttered. Was it Zelda’s imagination, or was he a bit pale?
"I am not an idiot!" Wind barked back, though it was interrupted by a sniffle. "The magic stove lied to me!"
Zelda sighed, leaning against the counter as she held Wind's hand under the tap. “Ok, from now on, if I tell you not to touch something or not to do something, please listen to me.”
“Of course, Zelda.” Wars said, “Right guys?”
They all nodded (well, not red shirt and one eye for whatever reason).
She pulled his hand out and inspected it. No blisters, which was good, just seemed red, “How does it feel?”
“A bit better, ” he said.
“Ok, stay here and keep it under the water while I get my first aid kit.” she said, letting go of his wrist.
“Oh, no, you don’t have to do that, it’s not necessary.” Wars said.
She stopped. “Excuse me?”
Were they doing what she thought they were doing?
“We have potions, you don’t have to use your supplies.” He said, reaching into a pouch on his waist.
Potions?
Sigh. Honestly at this point she should have expected it.
Wars pulled out a bottle of something red and handed it to Wind, who took a small sip and watched his hand. Zelda reached over and shut off the faucet as the wound healed. Wind handed it back and turned to her. “Sorry I didn’t listen.”
She sighed, “It’s ok, just listen to me next time. Besides, I think you’ve learned your lesson already.”
There was a pause, before she said, “Anyway, should we do dinner?”
“Yeah!”
She dished out bowls and handed it to them, before dishing one out to herself and joining them where they were gathered in the living room.
She took a seat on the floor next to pelt and red shirt. Which, speaking of.
She still doesn’t know the names of these people.
So. How should she do this. Should she bring it up? Try and figure it out without asking them? Do nothing?
Wind suddenly gasped (nearly choking), and cried, “Oh my Hylia did we ever introduce ourselves?"
Well, that solves that problem.
Zelda shook her head, chewing her food as fast as she could. “No, you haven’t. I’ve figured out some of your names, but they’re kind of weird, so I don’t know.”
“We need to do that!” Wind shouted. “I’ll go first! I’m Wind.”
“Wild.”
Multicolored shirt guy was next, “I’m Four.”
“Sky.”
“I’m Warriors.” Oh, so ‘Wars’ was apparently also Warriors. Sure, make this more confusing
One eye dipped his head slightly and said, “Time.”
Brown hair smiled at her and said, “Hyrule, and yes, like the country.”
Which, why???
Red shirt lightly scowled and said, “Legend.”
And Pelt finished with, “And I’m Twilight.”
Zelda smiled and said, “It’s nice to officially meet you all.”
Though. Weird names. Like, really weird names.
Oh well, maybe she could get them to explain later.
She finished her food listening to the chatter of the group. Which some of it sounded really interesting, but oh well. At least it was calm.
“Ahh! Warriors, stop!"
And she spoke too soon.
The others joined in, either with the teasing/wrestling or to try and calm it.
Well.
Guess this is just her life now.
Warriors caught Wind in a headlock as Wind shouted and Wild and Hyrule cheered them on as Twilight tried to either calm it down or also get involved, it was unclear.
Zelda smiled.
Maybe that isn’t so bad.