{the username's bcos of the medieval gay werewolf}

Before, back when no one could tell who the prophecy's Hero was, a young and burdenless Link would wander around the Castle's grounds, watching as the soldiers trained.

One evening, there was a featured guest, a young but highly skilled Rito warrior, showcasing his archery talents to the Hylian royal family, proving himself as Hyrule's very best.

Revali never noticed there was someone else watching him from up high. He never knew the boy he would later come to despise, was, in fact, smitten by his talents from the very first sight.

Link would keep that secret to himself. How he admired Revali's feathers glowing against the rosey sky, framed beautifully, a sight so captivating and inspiring it moved Link to pursue learning archery the very next day.

He would come back to that memory, time and time again, colouring his dreams at night. Even as he met the Rito himself and was subject to his arrogance, the memory remained glowing as ever.