Hi! I’m Clara and this is the first time I post a fanfiction in English, so it may not be that good, for English is not my first language. And, well, this is my first time writing a full oneshot in English.
This is a Legend of Zelda fanfiction heavily inspired by @jojo56830 LinkedUniverse AU (Great AU, go check it!). It may be a little different, because I have this headcanon that every Link can be salty if they want to and the Hero of Wind, the main character in this story, is a little salty at the beginning of the oneshot, and I’m not sure if he is in the original AU or not. (He sure looks like it in the games, to me, at least)
This also is connected to a longer Legend of Zelda fanfiction I’m writing and will hopefully post in here (in English) and maybe Nyah! (in Brazillian Portuguese).
Please, feel free to politely correct any error, give any advice or tell your opinion.
There’s the link to the music that inspired me while writing this oneshot: Inuyasha’s lullaby.
Also, I have no idea how to format text on this site, sorry if it looks a little weird.
The Hero of Wind was young, courageous and lost. Terribly lost. He got lost from his mates maybe a few hours earlier. In a land with no daylight, it’s hard to know the time. Maybe Pops, the Hero of Time, would know…
Okay, making that joke with no one to laugh with him was not funny.
Usually he would stay in one place waiting for the others, but his curiosity got the best of him, a curiosity that came out of nowhere, one thing leads to another, and suddenly he was in the middle of the woods, trying to find his friends, with only the, apparently, eternal moonlight to light the way.
Did he mention that the trees were actually alive and trying to kill him?
Yeah, put that on his list of misadventures as well.
They didn’t even look dangerous. They had no faces, or thorns, or weird auras or anything that could ring the hero’s alarm bells. Literally just trees. Just there. Trying to kill him with their roots and branches.
His cheek was bleeding, his arms were full of cuts and his clothes were torn. He had been walking for a long time - well, he felt like he had - and was tired. And he couldn’t even trust trees enough to take a nap near one. Being slapped to death by tree branches was not the way he wanted to go, if he ever had a choice. It was not his day.
Err… Night. It was not his night.
He was still mumbling about his misadventures when he heard something. Better yet, someone. A woman. Singing. In the middle of the woods where trees were murderous and the shine of the moon was the only source of light.
“Please, don’t tell me I’m hallucinating.”
The boy followed the sound deeper into the woods, the trees seemly calmer than before. Soon he reached a small lake, the water reflecting the light of the big full moon. The place was extremely beautiful, with what appeared to be blue fire flies flying around, and big white flowers all around the body of water. The moonlight gave everything an ethereal appearance and a deep feel of… Something…. Somber. But what most caught the attention of the boy was the beautiful woman who was kneeling on the shores of the lake, humming a slow melodic tune, holding in her hands what seemed to be a piece of the sun. Her hair was extremely long, falling like a waterfall down the long dress until it reached the ground. He couldn’t feel anything dangerous about the woman. If anything, something in him was yearning for her, to be with her, to hold her hand and hear her soft voice fill the silence.
“Are you lost, little one?”
Her question came suddenly. The hero blinked owlishly for a few seconds before noticing the pair of silver eyes staring at him. The white-haired beauty smiled serenely, waiting for the blonde to answer her question. All he could do was nod.
“Is… Is that a piece of the sun?”, was the only thing that came out of his mouth.
“It’s a piece of what’ve I lost.”, her smile turned sad and his heart was pierced by the need to comfort her. She took the object to her right ear and the boy realized that the “piece of the sun” was nothing more than an earring. A silver earring with a crystal shining a golden light and a sun hanging from it.
“Your ears are round.”, it was true, her ears were round which meant she wasn’t a hylian, “Are you a human?”
“Yes. I’m guessing humans aren’t very common in your home.”, the blonde blushed a little, looking down. Sometimes he said things without thinking, “I am not offended, little hero.”
“I’m aware of a lot of things. For example, you were hurt by the trees.”, He nodded, looking back at the woman, “Come here, let me heal you, little hero.”
And, against everything his friends and his own adventures taught him, the Hero of Wind walked closer to the strange lady. With no hesitation or doubts. The lad couldn’t help it. It felt like some part of him was crying, screaming, imploring for him to go near her. When he finally was close enough for her to touch him if so she wished, one, and only one, emotion took over him.
He was in peace. Every bad or conflicting emotion vanished, all fear, all anger, all sadness, all worry, everything just vanished and the boy was able to experience, for the first time in a long time, pure peace.
The lady touched his bleeding cheek softly and he closed his blue eyes, leaning more in her touch, not holding back the content smile. His eyes did not open when her arms wrapped around him in a comforting hug. Nor did they open when she started to sing again. And closed they remained when he fell asleep in her arms.
The next thing he heard was the Hero of Twilight telling him to wake up. Opening his eyes, the little hero wondered where he was. Still near the lake. Great. It was daytime. Awesome. But what about her?
“What are you looking for?”, The Hero of Twilight wondered, giving up on asking why youngest of the group was sleeping so far away from their camp afer being ignored a few times.
“The lady who helped me. She had a really long hair and shining eyes.”
“Was she pretty?”, questioned the Hero of Warriors.
“Ah, I still remember the first time I dreamt with a girl. I was your age. Granted, I didn’t dream about an imaginary one, but still.”
“Pops, Capitan is being weird again.”, a very indignant “hey!” came from the Hero of Warriors, “And she was very much real.”
“What did she look like?”, this time the question came from the Hero of Time.
“She had the longest whitest hair, the softest dark skin, and the most silver eyes. Her voice was the sweetest and… Her aura was so peaceful and her smile was so serene I was engulfed in pure peace. It was like everything bad just melted until there was nothing more than peace inside me.”
His expression, with eyes closed and a bright smile, was so blissful; they didn’t have the heart to not believe in him. Instead they prayed for the Goddesses to, if possible, send them that miraculous lady to bring them some peace.
Hylia knew how much they needed it.
That’s the end, I hope you liked it!
See you hopefully in that fanfiction I mentioned.
