Wild's Shocking discovery
Wild and Hyrule were in a cave, and it was beautiful here. With Hyruleâs candle and some luminous stones to give light they moved further into the tubes that reminded Wild of dried lava at death mountain. Sometimes the light would catch on shiny things within the porous black rock and there would be glittering all around. Wild had already collected quite a few sleepy fire resistance lizards, which he was privately pretty grateful for, since he hadnât had many before and that meant if he needed to make potions for the others they would be at the mercy of market price and availability.
â-and watch your head here.â Wild almost managed to knock his head into the sudden jut of stone downwards despite recognizing the warning, but crouched down and scuttled forward with a couple fingerwidths to spare.
âWoah! Look at this Wild! These two have almost met up-â
Hyrule continued to go on about the almost cave pillar but Wildâs eye had been caught by something that almost seemed to shimmer in the air ahead of him, if he could just get closer.
He took a step forward, towards the teal lights dancing in front of him, and when had Hyruleâs voice drifted so far? No matter, heâd be back in a moment, right after he caught up with the giggling blue flames. He took another few steps, and he could see now that the flames were inside an old iron lantern poor things, maybe if he could open the latch?
Wildâs finger brushed the shockingly cold iron as his boot found only air, and the soft giggles rose into gleeful shrieks as a ghastly form shimmered into being around the lantern before the whole thing vanished.
Wild tumbled down a sheer drop that he hadnât seen in his search for the lights, and braced himself to hit hard rock, protecting his head as best he could. When the world stopped moving around him he gingerly uncurled, finding with quick tests that while he had quite a few scraps that stung in the open air, nothing seemed broken, and he was able to move his limbs just fine. He pulled his slate off his hip so he could use it and pull out a bomb or two to light his immediate area while he took stock of his options.
He pressed the button, and burning pain ran up his arm. It made all the muscles in his hand clench harder, so that he couldnât let go if he tried. Wild felt tears start streaming down his face as the burning, buzzing, horrid feeling of electric weapons on flesh but inside him as it moved up and across his chest.
He felt dizzy. He could swear the world was spinning around him despite the darkness and way his eyes were clenched shut both. He forced his right eye open, and saw that the slate had been torn on something in the fall. Strange blue and orange dots and lines in patterns on copper and an eerie green that made no sense to him exposed.
Shiekah blue lightning was jumping from the tear just above the button he pressed to wake up his slate. It moved along the trail of blood he hadnât realized was leaking from his forearm down onto the slate itself, lighting his blood blue and then the strange little lightning went under his skin.
Wild felt sick on a different level than the fact that his shoulders were now clenching and unclenching against his will. It was going inside him. Lightning from a lizalfoes or a weapon or even the sky had never done that before, what was so different about this?
But he didnât have time for that? His leg was starting to twitch and something in his chest was thudding far too fast, some fuzzy part of Wildâs brain noted.
He tried to call out, desperate for help to come. He couldnât have gotten too far from Hyrule right? What came out was less words and more a wail, that cut off abruptly as his jaw tingled then snapped shut; Blood welling in his mouth from teeth meeting tongue. The tears wear blinding, smearing what little he could see into smears of grey, tan, and bright eye burning blue.
The thudding in his chest changed. It was skipping beats. Something about this made his stomach fill with ice. His vision was going dark. Something skittered above him.
A pebble hit his gashed forearm and vibrations leave his throat. They hurt.
Something moves in the darkness ahead. All he can feel is his blood bringing fire. His limbs moving without permission. The thing knocks an object out of his hand. It all goes dark.
Wild wakes up. He sees blue and scrabbles away from it. He stops as he hits a pile of fur and muscle that grumbles from the sudden movement. Wolfie gets up and moves to lay his head on Wildâs lap, looking up at him with far far too concerned eyes. A luminous stone is in front of him lighting the hollow where heâd fallen in a gentle light. Wild raises hands he canât keep steady and buries them in fur. It makes his skin tingle. But the petting to make sure heâs here, and not in a coffin filled with eye searing blue is worth the pain.
â-I swear I only turned around for one minute and-â Hyrule was both annoyed and upset.
âWas a- A blue light! In a lantern, thought it was a trapped soul.â The words came out slurred and thick, it was at this point Wild realized how much his tongue was swollen.
Several hands met foreheads, and Wild was quickly instructed on the dangers of poes.
But even as the others talked about the mischievous ghosts, none of them would meet his eyes, what was wrong?
Windâs stomach grumbled and Wildâs hand went to his side on instinct. He kept exact lists of what was in his bag on there!
Wild felt his heart stutter. He sat up, head moving to try and catch sight of where-
Just outside the circle the heroes were making sat the remains of his slate. Part of the back was missing, exposing tiny ropes on burnt metal. Blood and bright blue mixed and muddied and seeped in otherwise invisible gaps. Wild, felt a keen escape him without permission, and he got on his knees, crawling towards the slate, his life. It held everything. Pictures of what heâd done, who heâd been. Journal entries, descriptions of monsters and plants and animals and-
He slumped over, it was too much to look at, and he felt tears squeeze out his eyes. Wild went to wipe them away and froze, feeling like heâd just slipped at the top of a cliff.
The liquid on his hand wasnât clear, it was painfully bright blue.
His breathing picked up. Blood pounding in his ears. He flailed his arm to try and get the stuff off him.
There was an almost musical rush and brief spot of coolness next to him, shadows warping in the corner of his eye. Familiar strong arms curled around him. Wild slumped back, reminding himself he wasnât alone he wasnât alone and-
more tears fell, traitorously glowing, but Twilight didnât seem to mind, and Four made sure every piece of the slate was collected, even if none of them was quite sure where to start with the near alien construction. Then Sky talked of beings reliant on electricity in his desert and Wildâs stomach lurched in a hopeful way.
