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Cozy, Gantober 2025
Nearly four months had passed since Time and Wind and all the others got transported to Wind’s home and made a shaky alliance with Ganondorf. They were struggling to make any progress in getting back to their individual homes and he was in pretty rough shape, enough to agree to help them out in return for staying alive. In all that time they grew to understand each other better.
Up in the forsaken fortress, a warm glow filled its rickety hull. It was the dead of night and yet many of those inside were still wide awake. The nine boys were sprawled out on the floor, relaxing after a long day of travel. Ganon was reclining on a slightly singed sofa (Wind had promised to explain how that happened one of these days). They had been thrown through two portals that day, one that dropped them in what Legend called “the Dark World” and the other they left them where they are now. Wars had taken a nasty hit from a palace guard in the Dark World, and was trying to find a way to get his mind off the throbbing ache.
“Hey Wind, would you mind grabbing me another pillow?” He propped himself up, expecting a quick response. Nobody said anything. “Wind? Buddy? Where are you?” Still nothing. Four leaned up and offered Wars his own pillow. He took it and shoved it behind his back against the wall, “Thanks, but uh, where’s the little guy? He didn’t slip out or anything, right?” Everyone left awake only mumbled: hey had no idea where he had gone.
They all scratched their heads (a shared habit they only recently noticed due to Ganondorf’s profound irritation) and turned around in their sleeping packs. He wasn’t passed out on the floor, nobody remembered him leaving the room, and there was no way he was out on the balcony. It was burnt and rotten, threatening to fall out under anyone’s feet, even someone as light as the boy. Ganondorf, in the early weeks of their relationship, warned everyone about the potential of falling. In gruesome detail, he went through what would likely happen if anyone were to ignore him (namely falling to their death via splattering on the stones below) so that IF it DID happen, nobody could hold it against him.
“Hmmph?” The giant old man stirred, apparently having fallen asleep earlier. “What in the world are you all whispering about,” he hissed with all the grogginess and frustration of a parent interrupting an overly loud sleepover. All of the Links whipped to face him, they were partners now but old habits die hard.
“We can’t find Wind!” Four sat up as he said this, brows knotted deeply. “Maybe he went outside, I don’t think so, but it's a possibility.” Pushing down his blanket, he stood and walked past his puzzled friends, his unconscious partners, and a half-lidded host. Before he reached the two massive doors leading out to the balcony, he stepped on Ganondorf’s discarded coat. “Oh, ooh, sorry!” He quickly hopped off of the nice wool and bent down to brush it and move it out of the way, trying to avoid ticking off the short tempered man they now worked with.
As he did this, the thick fabric rustled under his hand and whined. He leapt back almost a full meter, yelping. Ganon had had enough and wanted to get back to bed, and so shot a nasty (but tamed) glare at Four. Turning over his sofa to investigate, his long arm lazily hovered over the coat before swiftly pulling it back, revealing the sleeping form of Wind.
He lay curled up with a small throw pillow under his head, arms curled up under his chin, blinking at the sudden light. The room erupted in laughter at the ridiculous place Wind had chosen to sleep. Those who were sleeping abruptly woke up, squinting through their confusion and chuckling along when all became apparent. Everyone felt a relieving drop in tension, all except Wind, who was so rudely awoken from his slumber.
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